Blood?
Why are you eyeing me like that?
Do I look ridiculous? I look ridiculous.
I have deciphered every code from Caesar shift to Morse,
yet the one that will always elude me is modern dress.
How can one be both business and casual?
There.
- All good. - Well...
my wardrobe, perhaps.
I'm afraid that I cannot help you with the rest of your date.
Other than to tell you that you don't have to go.
No, Lieutenant, Katrina and I owe it to each other to have an evening free from apocalyptic trial.
A chance for us to see who we are to one another in this new modern context.
If we are to be anything at all.
A night out isn't gonna change the fact she's done things to compromise our team.
I realize that.
But tonight is not about our team.
An event at the historical society.
It's pretty much the opposite of putting the past behind you.
Unlike me, Katrina has had precious little time to adjust to... our world.
Luckily you fit right in to modern times.
A collection from the Adams administration.
How well did you know our second president?
Truth be told, John and Abigail Adams were more Katrina's friends than mine.
She was Mrs. Adams' midwife. Delivered all five of their children.
One of them became president, too.
Quite a claim to fame. If she could actually claim it.
- Which reminds me... no name-dropping Founding Fathers tonight. - I
No firsthand accounts of apprenticeship with Ben Franklin or your fling with Betsy Ross.
You had a dalliance with Betsy Ross?
- Betsy who? - Good answer.
Have a good night, you two.
About Betsy...
HISTORICAL SOCIETY SLEEPY HOLLOW,NY Est,1830
In this self-portrait of Colonial-era artist James Colby,
you'll note the artist left his canvas unfinished.
The inverted cross lacks detail, suggesting Colby's desire to leave the viewer...
and perhaps himself... in suspense...
In modern America, touching in public is quite permitted.
It also warrants the expression "get a room."
The Society was pleased to add the Colby painting,
which once hung in the home of President John Adams.
I do not have any recollection of that painting - in the Adams residence.
- Our next stop is the very desk on which Abigail Adams
wrote countless letters to her husband.
Now that I remember.
Oh. Uh, Katrina,
please let me introduce my very dear friend...
Mr. Hollister.
You must be the Society's art restorer Ichabod speaks so kindly of.
I can tell by the paint on your hands.
Oh, yeah, uh... It won't seem to come off.
Um, Ichabod, you got a minute?
We've, uh...
We've talked about Sleepy Hollow's unusual history.
Well, you know, some of the ghost stories.
- Of course. - Yeah.
Gosh, I don't know, maybe it's just the paint thinner talking, but, um...
Do you believe in 'em? Spirits?
Mr. Crane, excuse me.
- A word? - Uh...
- All these cracks in the frame... - ???? SORRY
- do you know how embarrassing this could be for the Society? - I TRIED, SORRY
THIS WAY, PLEASE
Katrina.
My dearest friend. How I wish I were still there.
Katrina? What is it?
I... I felt a dark presence.
Something is amiss.
Grant has also felt some sort of...
haunting.
Please make your way to the dining room.
Let's keep our eyes open.
You want coffee?
- No, I'm good, thank you. - What's that?
This is a...
believe it or not, it's a journal that's been in my family a couple hundred years.
- I recently found it. - Cool. Take care of it.
Nowhere safer than the precinct.
On your knees!
DON'T MOVE
Let me see your hands!
Now!
The porcelain is from Thomas Jefferson's Monticello estate.
The flowers etched into this crystal are a favorite of a First Lady.
They belonged to Abigail Adams.
To you, Katrina... the soon-to-be mother.
I'm so thrilled for you to experience the joys of motherhood, as I have.
Ichabod is going to be the happiest man alive.
That is, until he meets the little monster.
Seeing her things here...
makes me realize I left that world so abruptly.
I never got the chance to say good-bye to her.
To anyone.
No...
No, it can't be...
I experienced this sense of loss,
myself.
But...
though our friends are gone, you and I remain.
And we must try to make our way in the present.
Without them.
Perhaps not.
This place is bringing my old friend Abigail back to me.
I get the distinct feeling these memories have purpose.
How is he alive?
We saw him die on the battlefield.
We saw him die. Nobody here did.
They think he's a cop killer that's been in hiding the past six weeks.
Henry... Henry claimed his soul before his death.
Perhaps he has been resurrected in a similar fashion
to your old friend Andy Brooks.
Which means he could be working his way
back into the fold to take us down.
I'm gonna try and find out, but Reyes made him off-limits.
She's gonna deal with it herself after she... she handles the, uh...
- Our deceased restorer. - I'm sorry.
I know you'd become friends.
They said that he was suspended. Do you think it was ritualistic?
Grant confided he felt a presence haunting him.
There must be some connection.
For this to happen the same time that Frank Irving returns from the grave?
Perhaps Grant's killer was another entity released during Moloch's death.
Listen, Crane, Reyes is about to roll in
and take over the crime scene.
So you need to start investigating whatever this is in the next few minutes.
- Or less. - I'm sorry your...
- date night didn't go well. - Well, no.
Katrina also felt a dark presence.
And these...
once familiar surroundings have spurred memories of those who have long passed.
You can take the girl out of the 18th century...
But it is a more formidable endeavor to remove the 18th century from the girl.
Something like that, yeah.
Godspeed to us both, Lieutenant.
LIAPPESO
The way the body was positioned after death suggests some kind of ritual,
a specific internal logic or meaning for the killer.
Sheriff Leena Reyes. And you are?
- Katrina Crane. - Ichabod has a wife?
He never mentioned you.
We've only recently reunited following an extended separation.
Well, your husband has proven himself to be...
an odd but valuable asset to my department,
especially in a crime scene in a historical society.
You two don't mind sticking around till we wrap things up here, do you?
Are you all right? What did the sheriff say?
I am afraid the authorities will never understand the truth behind this tragedy.
Quite right.
This was no random killing.
This was a specific ritual meant to invoke the Hanged Man.
The twelfth card of major arcana from the tarot.
Since when have you been reading the tarot?
Since someone left a deck in our parlor one summer.
- I assumed it was for recreation. - Well, now you know better.
Turning over the Hanged Man reflects struggle from death to rebirth.
Of course.
This death is identical to a series of murders from 1781.
The manner in which way his throat is sliced and the body inverted...
The Durham killings.
John Adams was the lawyer seeking justice for the victims.
He was.
But it was not John I learned the specifics of the case from.
It was Abigail Adams.
Your friend, Mrs. Adams, was a...
- A witch? - Yes.
No. Just highly opinionated.
- Right. - A champion for those unrepresented.
This is his latest victim. The portrait is all that's left of the poor thing.
You see, the victims of these slayings were orphans, vagrants.
Abigail could not bear to have their deaths go unremarked.
All found hanged in the same way, their throats slit in the same location.
A particular area on the neck had been targeted, the carotid artery.
If punctured, it could result in tremendous blood loss,
particularly if the body was hanged upside down.
That, along with the precision of the cuts, led Abigail to conclude that the killer...
...must have a medical background. Perhaps a surgeon.
She never did find the culprit, though,
and the murders went unsolved.
We may now be facing the same threat.
A threat I was powerless to stop back then.
Perhaps you should call upon your own Abigail for assistance.
These memories of Abigail Adams are not meant to hold you back, but to guide you forwards.
Mrs. Adams would want you and I to find this elusive killer.
So let us try.
I'll take over.
Are you sure? Sheriff Reyes...
Gave me the authority to speak to him.
What the hell happened to me?
How much do you remember?
You and...
Jenny, Crane, Katrina came to me with a...
a sword?
After that, it all goes blank.
Based on the way you've been looking at me, I'm guessing I lost.
No, we won.
But there was a cost.
You died.
Six weeks ago, we buried you ourselves.
So...
what-what are you saying, I'm a walking corpse right now?
Nobody else knows that?
We told your family.
Cynthia and Macey have been grieving you.
How am I here?
How am I breathing?
Your soul belongs to the Horseman of War, so...
as far as I can tell, your being here is a sign of his return.
You think I'm dangerous?
I don't know what happened to me.
I walked in the door, looking for a safe place.
Looking for you.
You couldn't possibly understand how much I want you to be here...
the old you, the friend that I've been grieving.
But it's hard to know.
You remember Brooks, how he betrayed us.
I cannot risk that happening again.
So what are you gonna do?
I am gonna tell your wife, so that she doesn't find out some other way.
Bring her here.
Cynthia will know that it is really me.
Abbie...
you cannot leave me like this.
Please!
- I'm sorry. - Abbie...!
The smallest details fill in the largest canvas.
Prior to his death,
Grant was rebuked over the condition of this painting.
The artist's tools.
The blade. That red paint was not there before.
Blood.
It's wet.
- Fresh. - The art docent identified this as a self-portrait
of the artist who painted it.
Not only would a surgeon have an understanding of human anatomy...
So, too, would an artist.
The assassin we seek, he's been hiding here all along,
finding safe harbor in the one place no one would imagine to look.
It seems our long-dead artist has found a way to escape that painted world.
And murder an innocent man in ours.
How is it even possible?
Moloch used mirrors as portals between this world and purgatory.
That painting could also act as such a doorway.
Grant also had paint on his hands.
Perhaps he disturbed the picture whilst restoring it.
Somehow activating the cursed energy lying dormant within it.
If we are indeed contending with the same serial killer
in the modern day,
we must endeavor to learn of this artist, James Colby.
Did you know of him?
He was once hailed as a visionary,
a man who would document the birth of America on canvas.
I take it he gained no notoriety.
His talents were wasted on drinks and lechery;
his palette tempted more by port than paint.
He was ultimately cast out by Washington's circle.
Here... when Colby was exiled, he became a limner artist,
traveling the Hudson Valley, offering portraits in exchange for room and board.
He disappeared without a trace in 1782.
It follows the same pattern, the murders Abigail Adams sought to solve...
Were committed by this man.
Through some form of enchantment,
his spirit is using that painting as refuge.
That must be why he drains his victims of blood.
The blood on his tool from killing Grant,
he's using it to paint the inverted cross,
to finish that image of the Hanged Man.
Like the Hanged Man itself, Colby plans his resurrection
by finishing the unfinished work.
If he requires more blood to paint with, he will take another victim.
He's gone.
HE'S GETTING CLOSE, AND COMPLETING THE CROSS
Miller.
All these cracks in the frame...
When I saw him arguing with Grant, he touched the painting.
And when we first saw Grant, he had red paint on his hands.
That must be how Colby accesses victims.
Ichabod.
You touched the painting as well.
All the more reason for me to find Miller before Colby.
- We mustn't let anyone else near this painting. - IT'S Right in here.
Uh... you remain with the painting,
and ensure no one else comes near it.
With a... different distraction.
Mr. Miller, a word, if you please.
Frank Irving is alive?
I don't know if "alive" is the right term, but he's back.
This is incredible.
Isn't it?
- Does he remember anything? - The fight.
But not his death.
You think he's covering, because Henry owns his soul.
This isn't our first round with a resurrected friend.
Irving's not the same as Brooks. Brooks made a deal with Moloch.
Irving was our friend.
He went to prison protecting his family.
He died fighting for us.
I will never forget that.
But the key word here is "died."
He died.
We all saw it.
What else could that mean except that he's here on Henry's behalf?
Yeah, but... Henry's gone. Might even be dead.
Irving's soul could be released.
Until we know for sure... we've got to prepare for the worst.
Meaning you want a weapon.
To use against Irving.
If we have to put a dead man back in the grave, that's what we do.
Even if that man is Irving.
I need to stay here, 'cause Cynthia's on her way over.
And in case anything else undead happens.
- Hawley must know of something we can use. - He's out of town.
I'll try to get ahold of him.
I'm sure there's some... zombie-killing crossbow
or local corpse cannon he's got a bead on.
I need to know that I can count on you for this.
I'm game.
But whatever I bring back...
I really hope we won't need to use it.
Me, too.
Sorry I couldn't give you any details on the phone.
Since Frank's death, I've had to get used to your cryptic messages.
I don't love it, but... I understand.
You deal with forces I didn't even know existed until recently, so...
I told you six weeks ago that his death saved lives, possibly thousands of them.
Abby, why am I here?
Like you and like your daughter, I've mourned him.
And earlier tonight...
This is a live feed from the precinct's interrogation room.
My God.
He walked in here, turned himself in.
Seemingly no memory of how he got here,
what happened to him after.
You needed to hear this from me before word got out.
To everyone else, the manhunt is over.
To us, he's back from the dead.
No one can ever know that.
But, um...
how is he...
Okay...
- Abbie, I need to see him. - Okay. He wants to see you, too.
I'm sorry, we can't take that risk. Not until we know.
- Know what? - If he's dangerous.
You remember the blood contract he made with Henry Parish?
We need to know for sure...
if your husband's here to pose a threat.
How do we do that?
Grant said that he wanted to remount the painting, but...
he couldn't get the canvas separated from the backing.
- What else did Grant say? - He said...
the painting spoke to him.
That he'd heard a voice...
and it wanted blood.
And you believed him...
because you heard it, too?
We found him, Abigail.
Finally.
If only I could let you know.
Colby.
I can't believe Hawley is not here to help me retrieve these demon-killing bullets.
How did Hawley authenticate that the bullets are made from platinum
- from the actual Gates of Hell? - I have no idea.
But he said his previous buyer was satisfied, so here I am.
Guess even treasure hunters have Yelp reviews.
Oh, you've... got to be kidding me.
What?
Hawley said the bullets were buried with the guy, not in him.
Ugh... do you remember that Thanksgiving...
Mama had you reach inside the turkey and grab the giblets?
It's my turn.
Oh, God.
- You need me to come over there? - No, no, it's okay.
I just got one more. I'll be back soon.
Okay.
Thanks for telling me to leave one in the body, Hawley!
You need to leave.
- Immediately. - But the police are here.
The police cannot protect you.
What are you saying?
You think whatever killed Grant is coming after me now?
Miller, stop talking.
- Help me. - They'll think I'm running... because I'm guilty.
No. Miller.
Killing Miller could be all Colby requires to finish
the resurrection ritual he started.
Wait, wait.
The fractures in the frame.
There's a pattern to them.
As if they were made intentionally.
These are not mere cracks.
They are runes.
To what purpose?
They are part of an entrapment hex.
Placed on this painting to keep the killer locked inside it.
Then this was imprisonment.
Place here by whom?
Reverend Knapp.
My own coven.
Upon request by Abigail Adams, after I was gone.
It's all in here in her secret records.
She discovered that Colby was the killer and set out to stop him.
Abigail allowed herself to be captured.
You'll be my finest work, Mrs. Adams.
But, Colby was unaware Abigail had enlisted the aid of Reverend Knapp.
Dejicio!
Eradico!
Evorto!
Your murderous rampage is over, Mr. Colby.
Colby's imprisoned within the canvas.
Abigail kept this painting to keep watch over him.
And Grant had the misfortune to release him.
Mr. and Mrs. Crane.
We're looking for the event curator, Miller.
No, I've... not seen him.
- What are you two doing in here, anyway? - Saying good-bye.
Ichabod wanted to appreciate Grant's work for one last time.
Don't be long.
Thank you, Sheriff.
If Colby dragged Miller into his world,
is it possible for me to enter voluntarily and stop him?
It might be possible, but we need privacy.
We must take the painting somewhere else.
I know where to take it.
This is where Grant did his work.
Are you ready?
- What are you doing? - No more separating.
We do this together.
This monster was once captured by my dearest friend.
I plan to make sure he remains imprisoned.
For Abigail.
From this plane to another, we seek a doorway.
Transitorum portalis accredo.
Penetrare, introire, invadere.
Transitorum portalis accredo.
Penetrare, introire, invadere.
Oh, we're inside.
And have entered the mind of a murderer.
Frank...
Jenny?
You're a sight for sore eyes.
Hang in there, friend.
They're transferring him to a holding cell.
At least you got to talk to him first.
Thank you.
Just promise me, these bullets are a last resort.
I saw a monster tonight, and Frank Irving...
- he's not one. - I know it seems that way.
The department doctor gave him a medical exam...
standard procedure for criminal intake...
and everything about him appears normal.
It's not his heart and lungs I'm worried about.
It's his soul. It's what we can't see.
He doesn't need a medical exam. He needs a supernatural one.
Maybe Katrina could do it.
I know.
I'm not her biggest fan, either.
But she may be our best hope at knowing if we can trust him.
We owe it to Irving to try.
I thought maybe Katrina could, uh, do some kind of supernatural physical on Irving...
assess if his soul has been darkened.
The fact that you're not picking up has me a little more worried.
Whatever the hell's going on over there...
I got your back.
We must find Miller, but before Colby completes the ritual.
Any idea what this place is?
This house belonged to the Colby family.
It seems to be abandoned.
Colby is here somewhere...
...controlling this sick manifestation.
Be vigilant.
There's so much sadness and pain in this house. (WRONG)
Colby must have been dissuaded from his talents.
Only to later turn death into his own form of art.
Miller.
Is he still alive?
Just.
Oh, he's done it.
Colby has freed himself to escape this realm forever.
We have little time. Lower him.
Quickly. He's lost quite a bit of blood.
- Take us back. - Revertere. Referre. Regredi.
Revertere. Referre. Regredi.
- Revertere. Referre. - Katrina.
Colby
Revertere. Referre. Regredi.
Too...
- late. - Finish it!
Katrina, get us out of here!
Revertere.
- Katrina? - Referre. Regredi.
- Katrina, quickly! - Revertere.
- Referre. - Katrina, finish it!
Regredi.
- The painting. - Must be destroyed.
Quickly!
PAINT THINNER
Ichabod!
The painting!
Lieutenant, fire at the painting!
You didn't answer your phone.
Sheriff, any details on Miller's condition?
EMT says Miller's gonna make it.
You know, the knife used to slit his throat
and Hollister's was found on the suspect, but no further I.D.
Perhaps a vagrant...
as unknown to this world, as to his own.
Ma'am... is there anything that you need me to do?
How about follow instructions?
I gave you a direct order not to speak - to Frank Irving. - Sheriff Reyes,
I did not mean to undermine you in any way.
And yet, you did.
It seems one of us will always be out of her favor.
My sense is,
you did the right thing with Captain Irving.
You learn anything?
Not enough.
And I don't know how we're going to get near him now.
Well, at the very least,
I'm grateful you arrived when you did.
And enchanted bullets.
- Mm! - Nice touch.
You better text me next time you decide
to go jumping into a painting.
Lieutenant, if you'll excuse me.
All I could think about tonight was Abigail Adams.
And then, Abigail Mills appeared.
One Abigail has guided you to another.
Like the Hanged Man,
you and I have been in a state of suspension.
Trapped in the same old patterns, but...
the forces that have kept us as such are gone.
We will find a new state of being.
Together.
Come.
Ma'am...
I know it was wrong of me to go around you and speak to Frank...
I get it, Mills. You're loyal to him.
You've remained by his side through everything he's been accused of,
and I've continued to ask myself why.
Is there something you know that the rest us don't?
And now, I guess we're gonna find out.
- What do you mean? - The DA just called.
They've received evidence they say will vindicate Frank Irving, so...
after all this, he could go free.
血?
你为何这样注视我?
我看起来很可笑吗? 一定很可笑
我破解过凯撒密码 摩尔斯电码 各式密码
但至今仍搞不清楚现代着装
一个人怎么能既"商务"又"休闲"呢?
好了
- 搞定 - 嗯...
搞定的只是行头而已
但你约会的其余部分我也帮不上忙啊
我只能说 你可以不去的
不 中尉 Katrina和我理应在没有 天启威胁的晚上 享受一次约会
让我们认清在现代环境下 我们对彼此的意义
但愿我们还有意义
她做了不利于我们团队的事情 一次约会可改变不了
我知道
但今晚无关团队
历史学会办的活动
这可不像是告别过去该做的事吧
Katrina与我不同 她此前没什么时间 来适应...我们的世界
幸好你是立刻就融入现代社会了
亚当斯时期的藏品展会
你跟第二任总统熟吗?
说实话 约翰·亚当斯和他妻子 跟Katrina更亲近些
她是亚当斯夫人的助产士 接生了他们的五个孩子
其中一个成了总统
很伟大的成就 但她不能声张
- 这提醒我了 今天晚上别瞎扯什么开国元勋 - 我...
别讲什么当过富兰克林的学徒 更别提跟Betsy Ross的旧情
你跟Betsy Ross有过旧情?
- Betsy谁? - 答得好
祝你俩愉快
关于Betsy...
在殖民地时期画家James Colby的自画像里
你会发现 画家的画作没有完成
十字架没有细化 说明Colby希望给他的受众...
和他自己 留下悬念
在现代美国 公共场所可以互相抚摸
通常会引来别人说"去开房吧你们"
学会荣幸地接收了这幅Colby的画作
它此前悬挂在约翰·亚当斯总统的家中
我不记得亚当斯家有过那幅画
下面我们去看Abigail Adams的书桌
她在那里为丈夫写了无数封信件
我想起来了
Katrina
我来为你介绍我的好友...
Hollister先生
你一定就是Ichabod十分赞赏的画作修复师吧
从你手上的颜料就看得出
对 这个洗不掉
Ichabod 你有时间吗?
咱们...
咱们聊过沉睡谷非同寻常的历史
比如鬼故事什么的
- 当然 - 嗯
天呐 没准只是颜料稀释剂而已 但是...
你相信那些鬼的存在吗?
Crane先生 打扰了
来说句话
- 画框的裂纹... - 抱歉
- 你知道这让学会多丢脸吗? - 我尽力了 抱歉
这边请
Katrina
亲爱的朋友 我多希望你还健在
Katrina? 怎么了?
我感觉到了黑暗势力
有事情不对劲
Grant也觉得这里在...
闹鬼
请大家到餐厅来
咱们保持警惕
你要咖啡吗?
- 不用了 谢谢 - 那是什么?
这是...
你可能不信 这是我家传承了几百年的笔记
- 我最近才发现 - 酷 好好保管啊
放在这儿最保险了
跪下
不许动
举起手来
快
这些瓷器都来自托马斯·杰斐逊 在蒙蒂塞洛的房产
这水晶杯上刻的花 是第一夫人的最爱
它们属于Abigail Adams
敬你 Katrina 你马上要做母亲了
真高兴你将同我一样 经历为人母的喜悦
Ichabod会成为世上最幸福的男人
当然 那是在他见到那小魔鬼以前
现在看到她的物品...
让我意识到 我太突然地离开了那个世界
我都没有机会和她告别
和任何人告别
不...
不 不可能...
我自己也经历过这种
失落感
但是...
虽然我们的朋友们不在了 你我却还在
我们必须努力融入现在的生活
忘记他们
也许不可能
这个地方把我对老朋友Abigail的 回忆都带了回来
我觉得 这些回忆是有目的的
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断头谷 第二季第13集
翻译：黄先生 校对：陈Sir 时间轴：不吃鱼喵
他怎么还活着?
我们看见他死在战场上啊
我们看见了 但别人没有
他们认为他是过去六周里 一直藏匿着的警察杀手
Henry在他死前取走了他的灵魂
也许他跟你的老朋友Andy Brooks一样
被复活了
就是说他可能会试图
把我们打倒
我会努力调查 但Reyes不让我们靠近他
她想亲自处理 但要先去搞定...
- 去世的修复师 - 我很遗憾
我知道你们是朋友
他们说他被倒挂起来了 这是不是某种仪式?
Grant说过他感觉有鬼魂追着他
肯定有某种联系
偏巧Frank Irving也同时起死回生了
也许杀死Grant的也是在摩洛神死时 被释放出的怪物
Crane 听着 Reyes就要过去
接管犯罪现场了
你得在这几分钟里赶紧开始调查
- 没有几分钟了 - 我很遗憾...
- 你的约会不顺利 - 没事
Katrina也感觉到了黑暗势力
这些...
熟悉的布景也唤起了她对逝世友人的回忆
你可以带这姑娘离开十八世纪...
但更难的是 让十八世纪从姑娘身上离开
差不多吧
愿你我都顺利 中尉
尸体被放置的姿势说明 这是某种仪式
凶手有着某种逻辑或目的
我是Leena Reyes警长 你是?
- Katrina Crane - Ichabod有妻子?
他没提起过你
我们分开了很久 最近才重聚
你的丈夫是一个...
古怪的 却对警局颇有价值的人才
尤其是在这种历史学会的犯罪现场
你们先等等 我们要把这里收拾一下 不介意吧?
没事吧? 警长说了什么?
恐怕警方永远不会明白这悲剧背后的真相
没错
这不是简单的杀人案
而是一种仪式 在模仿倒吊人
塔罗牌的第12张大阿尔克牌
你什么时候会看塔罗牌了?
有年夏天 有个人在咱们的客厅里留了一副
- 我以前只觉得是消遣 - 现在你改变看法了
把倒吊人翻转过来 预示着 从死亡到重生的挣扎
当然
这种手法和1781年的一系列谋杀相同
死者喉咙被切开 尸体倒挂...
达勒姆杀人案
约翰·亚当斯曾为受害者寻求正义
是的
但案件细节不是约翰告诉我的
而是Abigail Adams
你的朋友Adams夫人是个...
- 女巫吗? - 嗯
不是 她只是很强硬
- 好吧 - 要为可怜人寻求公道
这是最近的受害者 可怜人 只剩下这画像了
这些遇害者都是孤儿 流浪汉
Abigail不能容忍他们默默地死去
他们以同样的姿势被吊起来 喉咙在同样部位被割
凶手瞄准了他们脖子上的颈动脉
一旦刺破 就会造成大量失血
尸体倒挂时更为严重
再加上伤口的精确性 Abigail断言 那凶手...
...一定有医学背景 也许是外科医生
但她没能找到真凶
凶案也悬而未决
我们现在可能面临着同样的威胁
这个威胁我当年就无力阻止
也许你应该找你的Abigail来帮忙
对Abigail Adams的回忆不该牵绊你 而应当引导你前进
Adams夫人也会希望你我找到这狡猾的凶手
我们试试吧
交给我吧
你确定? Reyes警长...
批准我来跟他谈话了
我发生了什么?
你还记得多少?
你和...
Jenny Crane Katrina来找我...
带着剑
那之后 一片空白
从你看我的眼神中 我猜我输了
不 我们赢了
但付出了代价
你死了
六周前 我们亲手埋葬了你
所以...
什么意思 我现在是行尸走肉?
没其他人知道吗?
我们告诉了你家人
Cynthia和Macey一直在为你伤心
我怎么会来这儿?
我为什么在呼吸?
你的灵魂在战争骑士手上 所以...
要我说 你的到来预示着他的回归
你觉得我是个威胁?
我不知道我发生了什么
我走进门 寻找安全的地方
寻找你
你不会明白我多希望你回来...
那个曾经的你 那个我所哀悼的朋友
但我不敢确定
你记得Brooks是怎么背叛我们的吧
我不能再冒那样的险
那你要怎么办?
我会告诉你妻子 免得她从其它渠道知道这个消息
带她过来
Cynthia会知道 那就是真的我
Abbie...
你不能这样丢下我
求你
- 对不起 - Abbie
最小的细节是揭开谜底的关键
Grant死前
因为这幅画的修复工作而受到了批评
那画具
那刀 之前上面没有红颜料
是血
还湿着
- 是新鲜的 - 讲解员说这幅画是
画家的自画像
了解人体结构的不仅有外科医生...
还有画家
我们要找的凶手 他一直藏在这里
在这无人怀疑的地方 寻求避风港
看来这位逝世已久的画家 找到了逃脱画中世界的办法
还杀害了这个世界的无辜人
怎么可能呢?
摩洛神用镜子当做通道 穿行于这里和炼狱
那幅画没准也是个通道
Grant的手上也沾了颜料
也许他在修复画作时惊动了通道
从而激活了在其中休眠的邪恶力量
如果咱们真要在现代对付那位
连环杀手
咱们就必须尽力了解这位画家James Colby
你认识他吗?
他曾被称为梦想家
希望在画布上呈现美国的诞生
就是说他没有恶名咯
他的才华因嗜酒和纵欲而埋没
他的画板淹没在了酒精 而非颜料之中
最终他被驱逐出了华盛顿的圈子
这儿 Colby被驱逐后 他成了位画匠
游玩至哈德逊山谷 为人画像 换取食宿
1782年 他突然失踪
都对得上 Abigail Adams未解决的凶案...
就是这个人所作
通过某种魔法
他的灵魂把画作当做避难所
所以他才需要受害者的血
杀死Grant后 他用凶器上沾的血
来画那个倒转的十字架
他想画完倒吊人
正像倒吊人一样 Colby想通过 完成这副未完之作
来实现自己的复活
如果他需要更多的鲜血来作画 他就会再次杀人
他不见了
他马上就要画完这个十字架了
Miller
画框上的裂纹...
他跟Grant争执时摸了画
咱们第一次看见Grant时 他手上沾着红颜料
Colby肯定就是这样接近受害者的
Ichabod
你也碰了画
所以我更应该赶在Cloby以前找到Miller
- 千万不能让别人靠近这画 - 就在这边
你看着画
别让其他人靠近
记得换一种方法
Miller先生 借一步说话
Frank Irving还活着?
我不知道"活着"这说法对不对 但他回来了
太惊人了
不是吗?
- 他还记得什么吗? - 记得战斗
但不记得他死了
你觉得他能复活是因为 Henry手上有他的灵魂
这可不是咱们第一次遇见复活的朋友
Irving跟Brooks不一样 Brooks跟摩洛神做了交易
Irving是我们的朋友
他为保护家人而坐牢
为我们战斗而死
我绝不会忘
但重点是"死"
他死了
咱们都看见了
他就是代表Henry而来 还能有别的解释吗?
对 可Henry不在了 没准都死了
Irving的灵魂可能被释放了
在有准信以前 咱们得做好最坏的打算
你想要武器
来对付Irving
如果要把死人打回坟墓 咱们就需要武器
即使他是Irving
我得留下 因为Cynthia要来
还得防着其他死不了的东西
- Hawley肯定知道咱能用的武器 - 他出城了
我试着找找他
肯定有什么僵尸弩啊
死人炮啊 他能弄到的
我得知道你能靠得住
放心吧
但不管我拿回来什么...
我都真心希望咱们用不上
我也是
抱歉 电话上我没法跟你细说
Frank死后 我都习惯你发来的神秘消息了
我不喜欢 但理解
你应付的那些东西都是 我不久前才知道真实存在的...
六周前 我跟你说他的死拯救了几千条人命
Abbie 找我来干什么?
跟你和女儿一样 我也在哀悼他
但今晚稍早时...
这是审讯室的实况监控
我的天
他走进门 要求自首
好像不记得自己是怎么来的
也不记得自己发生了什么
在这消息传出去之前 我得先告诉你
对别人来说 这是罪犯缉拿归案
对我们来说 他是起死回生
不能让别人知道
可是...
他怎么...
好吧...
- Abbie 我要见他 - 他也想见你
抱歉 我们不能冒这个险 要先调查
- 调查什么? - 看他是否危险
你还记得他跟Henry Parish的血约吧?
我们得弄清楚...
你的丈夫是不是一个威胁
要怎么做?
Grant说他想给画重新装框...
但他没法把画布和板子分开
- Grant还说了什么? - 他说...
那画跟他说话了
他听见一个声音...
它想要血
而你相信他...
因为你也听到了?
我们找到他了 Abigail
终于
多希望能让你知道
Colby
真不敢相信Hawley竟然不来帮我 取这些能杀怪物的子弹
Hawley怎么就能确定那些子弹是用 真正的地狱之门上的
- 铂制成的呢? - 我不知道
但他说上一个买家很满意 所以我就来了
寻宝圈子里也有点评网站是吧
我去 你玩我吧
怎么了?
Hawley说子弹跟死人埋在一起 没说是埋在他身体里啊
你记不记得那个感恩节...
妈妈让你掏火鸡的内脏?
这回轮到我了
妈呀
- 用我过去吗? - 不用 没事
还剩一颗了 我马上回去
好了
提醒我留一颗在里面你能死吗 Hawley!
你该走了
- 马上 - 但警察来了
警察保护不了你
什么意思?
你觉得杀死Grant的东西会找上我?
Miller 别说话了
- 来帮我 - 他们会觉得我是畏罪潜逃
不 Miller
杀掉Miller以后 Colby也许就能
完成他的复活仪式了
等等
画框上的裂纹
是有规律的
好像是故意刻上去的
这不是简单的裂纹
是符文
有什么作用?
是陷阱咒语的一部分
用来把凶手锁在这幅画里面
监禁咒
是谁下的?
Knapp教士
我的女巫集会
受Abigail Adams之要求 就在我走后
她的秘密笔记里都有
她发现Colby就是凶手 决意阻止他
Abigail让自己被抓
你会成为我最好的作品 Adams夫人
但是Colby不知道 Abigail获得了Knapp教士的帮助
你的杀戮暴行到此为止 Colby先生
Colby被囚禁在画布里
Abigail留着这幅画 就是为了监视他
而Grant不幸把他放了出来
Crane先生和夫人
我们在找Miller馆长
我没看见他
- 你们俩在这干什么? - 告别
Ichabod想最后再欣赏一次Grant的作品
别呆太久
谢谢 警长
如果Colby把Miller拽进了他的世界
我可以主动进入那里阻止他吗?
也许可以 但咱们得悄悄来
得把这画带到别的地方
我知道去哪了
这是Grant工作的地方
你准备好了?
- 你干什么? - 不能再分开了
咱们一起
这个怪物曾被我最好的朋友抓获
我要让他继续囚禁下去
为了Abigail
从此地到彼地 我们寻求通路
穿过此门
穿透 进入 侵袭
穿过此门
穿透 进入 侵袭
咱们进来了
也进了这杀人犯的脑子
Frank
Jenny?
真高兴能看见你
坚持住 朋友
他们要把他转移到牢房
至少你跟他说过话了
谢谢
答应我 不到万不得已不要用这些子弹
我今晚看见了一个怪物 而Frank Irving...
- 他不是 - 表面如此
所里的医生给他做了体检...
关押罪犯的标准程序...
他一切结果正常
我担心的不是他的心肝肺
而是我们看不见的灵魂
他需要的不是体检 而是超自然力量检查
也许Katrina能做
我知道
我也不是很喜欢她
但要想知道能不能信任他 Katrina是我们最大的希望
我们至少该为了Irving试一试
我觉得Katrina能给Irving做一个 超自然力量体检...
看看他的灵魂被污染了没有
但你不接电话 让我有点担心
不管你那边发生了什么...
我罩着你
必须在Colby完成仪式以前找到Miller
知道这是哪吗?
这是Colby家族的房子
看来被遗弃了
Colby就在这里...
...操控着这病态的环境
保持警惕
这房子里有太多的悲伤和痛苦
他们肯定限制了Colby发挥才华
而他后来就把死亡当做了自己的作品
Miller
他还活着吗?
勉强
他完成了
Colby永远地逃脱这个地方了
时间不多了 把他放下
快 他失血太多了
- 带我们回去 - 回归 后退 归去
回归 后退 归去
- 回归 后退 - Katrina
Colby
回归 后退 归去
太...
- 晚了 - 继续
Katrina 带我们离开
回归
- Katrina? - 后退 归去
- Katrina 快点 - 回归
- 后退 - Katrina 快
归去
- 画 - 必须毁掉
快点
(涂料稀释剂)
Ichabod
画
中尉 朝画开枪
你没接电话
警长 Miller的情况如何?
急救人员说Miller能活下来
那把割破他和Hollister喉咙的刀
都在凶手身上 但没发现凶手的身份证明
可能是流浪汉...
在这个世界和他的世界 都不为人知
长官 需要我做什么吗?
需要你服从命令
- 我明确禁止你和Frank Irving交谈 - Reyes警长
我无意违背你
但你确实违背了
看来有些人永远也没法招她喜欢
我觉得
你对Irving队长的做法是对的
有发现了吗?
还不够
现在我也不知道怎样才能接近他了
至少
我很感激你及时赶到
还有魔法子弹
很机智
下回你决定跳进画里的时候
最好先给我发个短信
中尉 失陪一下
我今晚满脑子想的都是Abigail Adams
而后来 Abigail Mills出现了
一个Abigail指引你遇见了另一个
就像倒吊人一样
咱们也曾经处于进退两难的境地
遭遇相同的困境 但是...
那为难我们的东西已经消失了
我们会找到新的生存方式
我们一起
来吧
长官
我知道我不该无视你的指令 去跟Frank谈话...
我懂 Mills 你对他忠心
他遭受指控时 你一直支持着他
我总在问自己 为什么
你知道什么我们不知道的隐情吗?
现在 我猜咱们该揭晓答案了
- 什么意思? - 地检刚刚通知
他们收到了证明Frank Irving清白的证据...
麻烦结束 他自由了