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I am Constable Ichabod Crane, sent to you from New York
I am PhinisheD.
But it was a headless horseman!
Who’s with me?
Listen.
I pray God it is satisfied now, and that you find peace.
Only that she will not come down.
And who are you, friend? We have not heard your name yet.
How much have your superiors explained to you, Constable?
to add to the ferocity of his appearance.
Who died with him. So the estate passes to the next of kin.
Only that the three were slain in open ground,
Wait! He's Not after you. I'll get him!
- You need some manners. - Brom.
He killed her. The Horseman killed your stepmother.
You have not asked me how I have hurt my hand since yesterday,
We cannot win this.
And Baltus did not stay to watch.
nothing to me, whatever you are.
I have shed my tears for Brom, and yet my heart is not broken.
Follow it to the Tree of the Dead.
Leave me alone!
I remember living poor in the cottage.
None so dangerous as the mask of virtue
I have found something, which was lately a man.
Magistrate Philipse was killed.
Nostradamus mediamus, milk of mercy,
- Where are we going? - Anywhere but here.
And you must promise not to tell my husband what you saw.
I've discovered something. The Horseman does not kill at random.
Perhaps there’s a bit of a witch in you.
The easiest part was the first.
My sister, by the way, sadly passed away.
- Van Ripper, turn the coach. - What?
To the notary. I had questions to ask Hardenbrook.
Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight.
He knew the Widow was pregnant.
The skull is gone. Taken.
Split up. Glenn. Theodore.
Well, of course it is. I told you, everyone told you
- You had a mind to help me? - Yes,
Yes. In a way, yes.