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All that means is that there really | was an Ichabod...

and maybe I'm related to him.

The guy who wrote this book. | What's his name?

Washington Irving.

Maybe he just knew Ichabod.

Used the guy's name. | Ever think about that?

He knew him alright. | He wrote the story about him.

But the legend's true all the same. | Everything in it is true.

Ichabod was killed | by the horseman, right?

There's absolutely no way | he could've kids, or...

You know that's not true.

The story says that he | was never seen again.

But not been seen again is not | the same thing as not been alive.

You take it, read it, and learn | everything by tonight, understand?

You're in big trouble, mister.

You said you'd be at the | pep-rally today.

No, I didn't.

You're going to before | Brody interrupted us.

Maybe. Shouldn't you | be there right now?

I thought you knew that | by heart.

No, I just watch the cartoon | like every Halloween.

So how's this book more important | than you coming to my pep-rally?

That old guy Klaus | gave to me.

He was telling me I'm | related to Ichabod.

Ichabod Crane? | Was there really such a guy?

Apparently so. | There's a whole book about him.

Come on, what does crazy Klaus | knows about that?

He says he's related to | Hans Van Ripper.

Who's Hans Van Ripper?

I guess it's just some guy that let | Ichabod stay at his guest house.

Who knew?

There's a lot of | cool stuff in here, actually.

Stuff about the bridge and how the | horseman can't cross it...

'cause if he does he just like | burst into flames or something.

Spontaneously combust.

So what are my chances | of getting that coffee?

I finish practice around 4 pm, | that sounds good?

Yes perfect, cheerleading | goes 'till about that too.

That's if they don't | fire you first.

Fire me? No. | I'm the best they got.

So you wanna meet me in my | car around 4:30, that's good?

- Yeah, okay. | - Hello, lan.

Hey you two.

I just wanted to tell you how | excellent you were last night.

Wasn't he? I told you.

I knew you were an actor the first | time I laid eyes on you.

You've got a lot of talent, | my dear.

Thank you. | That's actually a lot of fun.

That's good! Good!

So I was wondering, | can I ask you a favor?

Yes, go ahead.

I know this is really last minute | and you can say no if you want...

but we just had a part | open up on the hayride tonight.

It's the role of the | graveyard guy.

I was wondering if you could help | us out. It'd be fabulous.

I thought Scott was | gonna do that.

He was, but he never came by | to pick up his costume.

Not to mention there's | a whole script to learn...

and I know what a quick | study you are.

There's a John Carpenter film | festival thing on tonight...

and I really want to watch it.

Can you tape it? | Please, I'm getting desperate.

- You'd be so perfect. | - Come on, lan.

And you get to introduce | the White Lady's tomb.

Okay, fine, I'll do it.

Excellent. So you come by | the drama room...

- to pick up your costume, okay? | - Absolutely.

And don't forget to invite me | to the wedding.

There's no wedding, just | a lot of sweaty sex.

See, it's this kinda lack of | commitment I'm talking about.

This is what keeps you guys | from being number one!

What's so difficult about | making it to practice everyday?

Now you got ten minutes | to get your butts on that field.

And I don't wanna see | any screwing around.

David, get lan.

Damn it, Hartman. | You're loosing the wrist.

You see? See what I told you? | Just relax.

Use your opponent's momentum | to your own advantage.

Again.

That movement is completely | illegal...

and you'd be disqualified | in competition.

However, I do admire | your instincts.

Lan, take a break.

Jocks.

You guys are big, but you're | still playing soft.

When I played ball, you had | to be though as nails...

and have a hard hand.

Now I want you to get out there | and focus on your power today.

Okay? Alright.

Thanks, David.

I want you to go out there and | keep an eye on those guys...

- before they hurt themselves. | - Sure.

Listen pal, I don't care what | you do on your spare time.

You wanna waste it with | comic books and horror movies...

fine! | But when you're at school...

you'll get your butt | to practice.

I was at practice.

As long as you live under my roof, | you'll quit acting like an idiot.

That means no more fencing. | You're on JV Football.

Then I guess I'm gonna have | to find another place to live.

- Will you think about it? | - I will.

Lan?

I know, I know. My dad | pulled me off practice.

At least you don't have to | carry these things around.

They're nice.

- Wanna trade? | - Okay.

- Why are you laughing? | - No reason.

- Show me your stands. | - On guard!

- Like this? | - That's pretty good.

- Your turn | . - Alright, you asked for it.

Headless...

Horseman...

he's our man.

If he can't do it, | no one can.

Go, Horseman!

Very good.

Cute. Very cute.

- Your dad would be proud, Junior. | - Thanks.

Brody, what do you want?

- Can I talk with you for a sec? | - Sure, go ahead.

In private.

She's all yours.

Look, it's about the homecoming.

Everybody knows you're the only | one I can go with.

Would you settle | for a maybe?

Maybe, what do you | mean maybe?

Don't you got like | a better offer?

Well, there may be a dark horse | in the running.

Junior? You're joking, right?

I know you've been hanging | around him to get me jealous.

Look, it worked, okay?

Now let the guy go, | let him get over you.

You need to get over yourself.

Mrs. Winter said you'll be taking | Scott's spot tonight.

Who do you think you are? | You're not even from here.

Anyway...

if you screw up, don't build | me up right...

I'm gonna beat your ass.

Okay, thanks Brody. | That's nice.

- I'll keep that in mind. | - You do that.

I used to think that his entire | life revolved around football...

but now I just think | that he lives...

upon that stupid | Headless Horseman costume.

Hi sweetheart, how's school?

Fine.

Dad won't quit with | this football thing.

He just wants your | high school experience...

to be something to remember.

Yeah. My high school | experience.

I'm gonna see | the hayride tonight.

You are? That's great. | What is it?

It's like this annual thing | our school does.

The drama teacher asked | me to do it.

I'm sure dad will be thrilled.

Give him a chance.

He does love you, he just has | his own way of showing it.

Anyway, n you do me a favor?

Sure.

I set up the VCR in the back...

and there's a couple of movies | I want you to tape it.

Just please, whatever you do, | don't let dad touch it, okay?

Listen me well, | and read my tongue.

Our journey into darkness | has just begun.

As we travel through | the graveyard tonight...

hold on to your loved ones, | very tight.

For as the dead arise | from sleep...

its towards the light | that they'll creep.

And if this truck | should have a wreck...

they'll sink their teeth | into your neck.

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