Sleepy Hollow Page #10
FATHER STEENWYCK
You all stand idle, while this man
goes about with a book of secrets and
a bag filled with magic. You all
stand idle, while the shadow of the
Devil falls over our town.
Baltus, Lady Van Tassel and Katrina watch at safe distance.
FATHER STEENWYCK
I say, if you do nothing, you share
in the blasphemy of Ichabod Crane!
Killian, on horseback beside his wife, BETH, and son, Thomas,
rides to one side of the shouting crowd.
KILLIAN:
Listen to me! Do you want to save
your crops? Or would you rather see
your farms go to ruin?
FATHER STEENWYCK
How is he saving our farms? How?
Ichabod Crane has brought into our
midst the soulless, moldering corpse
of a heretic!
INT. DOCTOR'S RESIDENCE, MEDICAL ROOM -- NIGHT
Ichabod examines the Crone's neck wound with magnification
spectacles. Young Masbath is seated, ledger in his lap.
ICHABOD:
The wound is neither smooth nor
cauterized, but jagged. She bleeds
like a fountain.
Ichabod lifts her dead hand to show bruises and cuts.
ICHABOD:
She did not go quietly.
INT. DOCTOR'S RESIDENCE, PARLOR -- NIGHT
Doctor Lancaster wrings his hands. His WIFE rocks nervously
in a rocking chair. The CROWD outside ROARS as a bonfire
lights up the curtained windows.
The front door is POUNDED open. ANGRY MEN enter. Lancaster
stands, lips quivering. He points insistently to a door.
INT. DOCTOR'S RESIDENCE, MEDICAL ROOM -- NIGHT
Angry men break in. Ichabod looks up.
ANGRY MAN:
Step aside, Constable. Step aside...
Ichabod is shoved aside, spectacles knocked off.
The group grasps the Crone. Masbath stands on his chair,
clutching the ledger. Ichabod grabs one man.
ICHABOD:
What are you doing?
The man slams Ichabod back.
Magnification spectacles are crushed under foot.
Angry men carry the corpse to a raging bonfire. The mob
makes way. Steenwyck cheers them.
FATHER STEENWYCK
Let her burn! Let her burn!
Ichabod comes out, followed by Young Masbath. The Crone's
corpse is thrown in the fire. Cheers all around.
At Ichabod's side, a man tries to grab the ledger Young
Masbath holds. Young Masbath cries out, hanging on to the
book. Ichabod joins the struggle.
Katrina watches, emotions conflicting.
Other men grab Ichabod. One punches Ichabod in the face.
Katrina rides forward as Baltus calls for her to stop.
Katrina leaps down, into the crowd, pulls men off Ichabod.
KATRINA:
Stop this! Leave them alone!
A SHOT RINGS OUT. Chaos halts. Everyone turns, quieting.
The men around Masbath and Ichabod turn to face Brom Bones.
Brom holds a smoking pistol, flanked by Theodore and Glenn.
BROM:
Let them go
(pointing)
Are you going to beat an orphaned
child, imbecile?
Masbath is released, along with the ledger. Steenwyck moves
forward, pushing people aside.
FATHER STEENWYCK
Are you Ichabod Crane's protector,
Brom Bones?
BROM:
Only for the moment.
FATHER STEENWYCK
You side with him in this?
BROM:
No. I agree he has only made matters
worse. But, that will change, if you
listen.
He trades with Theodore, pistol for a long rifle. Brom hefts
the rifle, taking a round slug from his pocket.
BROM:
Theodore, Glenn and I offer to ride
each day and night to watch over the
Hollow. We will stalk the border of
the Western Woods and haunt the
Horseman for a change, with rifles
like this... and slugs like this...
Brom brings the slug to his lips, blows. It WHISTLES.
BROM:
Hollowed out and filled with powder.
Brom smiles at Katrina, who watches unimpressed.
BROM:
Constable Crane is not the only one
who fights with science on his side.
ICHABOD:
I fired upon the Horseman and the
bullet did nothing.
BROM:
You must have missed your mark.
ICHABOD:
I hit him square.
BROM:
(to the crowd)
I say... if the Horseman is solid
enough to take the lives of our
people, he's solid enough to feel
this...
Brom aims the rifle at a BARREL down the road. FIRES.
PLUNK -- the barrel is hit -- EXPLODES. Smoke wafts.
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
In bed, Ichabod is having unpleasant dreams once more.
FREAKISH WOMAN (v.o.)
The night of the great storm, I saw
her cross my windows.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- COURTROOM -- DAY
Young Ichabod is seated beside Father, eyes tearful. We are
back in the court where Mother stands trial.
FREAKISH WOMAN:
In the lightning, I did see her.
(points to Mother)
Her. Lady Crane... I will never
forget it. The next moment, I found
my infant son was dead, with the
blood welt on his breast.
The evil Third Man turns to a jury of TWELVE MEN.
THIRD MAN:
You have heard it. The blood welt
is the mark of Satan's touch.
As the crowd murmurs in fear, Young Ichabod looks to Father,
who sits with hands clenched, emotionless.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S HOME -- NIGHT
In the quiet kitchen, Young Ichabod looks across the table.
Father stares into his food.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
She was with me, father.
FATHER:
Nothing can be done against them.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
She was with me that night.
Father doesn't even look up.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- CHURCH -- NIGHT
Empty church. Young Ichabod carries a lantern past pews. A
soldier is seated near the altar with a rifle.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
May I see her?
The soldier exits through a white door. Young Ichabod waits,
looking up at the vast church. The white door opens and the
Third Man steps out.
THIRD MAN:
Go home.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
May I see my mother?
THIRD MAN:
You do not want to be here. Go home
to your father.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
She did not do it... please listen...
THIRD MAN:
She is guilty.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
No, sir, please... she is innocent...
THIRD MAN:
She has confessed.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
No.
THIRD MAN:
She has admitted to her evil and
signed a written confession. Do
you know what confession is?
(off Ichabod's nod)
All that is left for you now is to
pray for her soul.
The Third Man leaves through the white door.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S BEDROOM -- MORNING
Young Ichabod buttons his shirt.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- YOUNG ICHABOD'S YARD -- MORNING
Young Ichabod comes out, looks to the lawn, not
understanding. Father loads a wagon full of belongings.
FATHER:
We are leaving.
(long pause)
She has gone away.
Realization comes to Young Ichabod. He runs, away across the
lawn as Father calls after him.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- FOREST TRAIL -- MORNING
Young Ichabod runs, weeping.
THIRD MAN (v.o.)
She has confessed.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- CHURCH -- MORNING
Empty. Doors are thrown open and Young Ichabod enters. He
goes down the aisle, towards the white door.
THIRD MAN (v.o.)
She has admitted to her evil and
signed a written confession.
YOUNG ICHABOD:
Mother.
ICHABOD'S DREAM -- CHURCH, BEYOND WHITE DOOR -- MORNING
Young Ichabod enters, halting. The room contains TORTURE
DEVICES:
iron cuffs, thumb screws, knifes and needles.THIRD MAN (v.o.)
Do you know what confession is?
He walks, numb, eyes locked forward...
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