Sleepy Hollow Page #11
In the corner is a SPIKED CHAIR, adorned with sharp iron
spikes. Hundreds of spikes. It is fitted with straps for
holding down the "accused."
Tears stream down Young Ichabod's face. He kneels, hands on
the spikes of the chair, pressing hard.
As he sobs, blood runs down from his hands.
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM -- NIGHT
In bed, Ichabod opens tear filled eyes. He sits up, bringing
his trembling hands to wipe his cheeks. His hands trail
blood. He looks to them...
The old scars are bleeding.
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, SITTING ROOM -- NIGHT
Katrina comes to the door. Ichabod is seated by the fire,
eyes bleary, palms wrapped with bloodied cloth.
KATRINA:
Constable Crane?
Katrina comes beside Ichabod's chair.
ICHABOD:
Allow me some time. I have spent
every hour in the company of others.
I need to be alone.
KATRINA:
What troubles you?
She moves in front. Ichabod gets up and crosses to sit
facing away. Katrina takes the chair he deserted.
KATRINA:
The things I said to you before...
I was wrong to say them.
ICHABOD:
No, actually, you were not. Every
word you spoke had truth in it.
KATRINA:
What has happened?
Ichabod sits silent, puts his head back, eyes closed.
ICHABOD:
Lady Van Tassel... she is your
stepmother, isn't she? She bears so
little resemblance.
KATRINA:
What?
ICHABOD:
She is not your birth mother, is she?
KATRINA:
No, but... why do you ask that?
ICHABOD:
What happened to your mother? Is she
still alive?
KATRINA:
She died. Her lungs were diseased...
two years ago. What is this about?
ICHABOD:
Memories have come back. I had them
forgotten, and wish I could forget
them again... but they are here now.
(pause)
Lord, how I hate this place.
KATRINA:
If you want me to go, I will. Do you
want me to leave?
ICHABOD:
I... I do not know. I no longer know
what I think or what I feel.
Katrina walks to him. She touches his back.
KATRINA:
Why are you so afraid of that? Is
there truly such harm in uncertainty?
She kneels, smiles a little for him. She reaches to touch
his face, holds his head in her hands. Leans to kiss him.
He rests his head against hers, weary, putting his arms
around her. They kiss passionately.
EXT. THE HOLLOW -- EARLY MORNING
Dawn light, is visible over forests pounded by rain.
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, SECOND FLOOR HALL -- MORNING
Ichabod exits his room, satchel in hand. He looks down the
hall, then steps back in to take a white rose from a vase.
AROUND A CORNER, Ichabod comes to the last door. He bends,
slipping the white rose under the crack of the door.
EXT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, FRONT PORCH -- MORNING
Rain. Ichabod comes out. Across the lawn, Young Masbath is
bringing the horses.
Good morrow, Constable.
Ichabod turns to see Lady Van Tassel in a chair, sewing.
LADY VAN TASSEL:
Returning to the Western Woods?
ICHABOD:
Yes, actually.
LADY VAN TASSEL:
Use caution.
ICHABOD:
(nods, studies her)
Do you know... I think those are the
first words I have heard from you my
entire time here.
LADY VAN TASSEL:
As my husband says, a wife should be
always like an echo, and at the same
(off Ichabod's confusion)
Like an echo, she should speak only
when spoken to, and unlike an echo,
should never try to have the last
word, or, at least that is what he
believes.
Baltus comes out the door, irritable, skillet in hand.
BALTUS:
Constable... did you notice anything
out of the ordinary during the night?
Ichabod eyes the skillet, ill at ease, trying not to be.
ICHABOD:
Um... I... I did not... no. Why?
BALTUS:
Sarah has gone missing... my servant
girl. Her things are gone. Damn it.
She has joined the migration out of
town.
(to Lady Van Tassel)
What about breakfast, woman? Or, am
I to starve to death?
Lady Van Tassel gets up and goes in, taking the skillet.
ICHABOD:
I should be going... good day to you.
Ichabod heads towards Young Masbath. Baltus watches from the
porch, disgruntled. He goes in.
Heavy rain. Ichabod and Young Masbath ride side by side.
YOUNG MASBATH:
If the Crone's wound bled hard, that
means she was not killed by the
Hessian. Someone only tried to make
it look that way.
ICHABOD:
You grow sharper by the minute, little
man. It boggles my mind, but I begin
to prefer your company over all others.
YOUNG MASBATH:
Well... I'm one of the few people who
likes you.
ICHABOD:
(laughs)
True enough.
YOUNG MASBATH:
Then, who murdered the Old Crone? And
why?
ICHABOD:
Good questions, deserving answers, of
which we are in short supply.
A SOUND is HEARD. Ichabod looks back, then to Masbath.
ICHABOD:
Quicken pace.
Ichabod rides faster. Young Masbath keeps up.
FURTHER ON, they charge over a hill. Ichabod halts Gunpowder
and climbs clumsily off.
ICHABOD:
Ride on.
Young Masbath obeys. Ichabod takes out his pistol and wades
into forest growth, backtracking.
INSIDE THE FOREST, Ichabod bounds through underbrush, low. A
HORSE is HEARD SNORTING. He pushes through branches...
Moving behind a FIGURE IN A GREY CLOAK on horseback.
ICHABOD:
Halt and turn. I have a pistol aimed
at your head.
The figure stops, pushes off the cloak hood. Katrina.
KATRINA:
It is only me.
ICHABOD:
Katrina. Why do you follow?
KATRINA:
ICHABOD:
A woman should not be out alone in
these woods.
KATRINA:
But, I am not alone, am I? I only
wished to see what you were up to,
and...
(takes out WHITE ROSE)
To thank you.
Ichabod softens, but doesn't want to.
ICHABOD:
Come along.
EXT. WESTERN WOODS, TREE OF THE DEAD -- DAY
Raining still. Ichabod, Masbath and Katrina come into a
clearing, mouths falling open at the sight of...
A monstrously huge TREE OF THE DEAD, at the clearing's
center, with branches reaching far and wide, knotted and
gross, like agony captured in wood sculpture.
Ichabod dismounts, crossing a line beyond which grass and
weeds will not grow. Young Masbath and Katrina dismount.
YOUNG MASBATH:
You were right... it does draw
attention to itself.
Ichabod stares up into the endless, dead canopy of branches.
He circles the incredibly wide trunk.
There's a VERTICAL WOUND in the bark, as if the tree once had
a terrible vertical in it, now partially healed and
disgustingly scarred. Ichabod approaches.
He feels the mushy scar, picking at its scabs till much sap
begins to trickle. It is red and Ichabod fingers it.
ICHABOD:
Blood.
KATRINA:
What did you say?
Ichabod goes to where Katrina and Masbath wait with the
horses, digs in a saddle bag for a hand axe.
YOUNG MASBATH:
What is it?
ICHABOD:
Stay back.
At the trunk, Ichabod thumps the flat end of the axe against
the suture. It sounds hollow. Ichabod begins to chop.
He pulls away loose bark. The tree drips more blood and a
clear goo. Ichabod uses both hands on the axe to hack at the
festering suture.
KATRINA:
What are you doing?
ICHABOD:
Just... keep where you are.
Ignoring, Young Masbath moves closer. Ichabod keeps
chopping, then grips a large, loose flap of wood, trying to
bend it. It's not easy. Ichabod struggles.
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