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Good to know you, Karl.
How 'bout you, Jerry.
How are you, Bill?
Doin' pretty good. Got a sick tiller here. What's got you down this way?
Just thought I'd check on Karl and see if everything's working out.
Well, he's pretty quiet. Except for them rackets and breathin' things he does. Ain't threatened me with a killin' or anything. But boy you couldn't of been more right about him fixin' things. That son of a bitch is a regular Eli Whitney on a lawnmower. Loves french fries. Eats four larges and don't even so much as belch. I'm proud to have him.
Is him stayin' here workin' out?
He's gone to stayin' over with that Wheatley boy and his mama in their garage. I think that little boy adopted him damn near like a mascot. But he's got a key here to come and go as he pleases. Everything's worked out good.
Can I see him?
Sure.
I'll see you, Bill.
Okay, stop back by. Don't worry about your boy here, he's doin' good.
Thank ye.
Now it's minimal wage and there ain't nothin' but a army cot and a toilet back there.
They say you're a whiz on fixin' lawn mowers and things.
I've tinkered around on 'em a little bit.
We order from Dairy Queen at noontime usually. We can buy your lunch till you get on your feet a little.
I like them frenchfried potaters.
Yeah, me too.
I don't reckon.
If it works out and all, maybe we'll get you a key so you can get out at night if you need to. See you later.
Yeah, they's good all right.
You got any money?
They give me fifty dollars when they turned me loose. I spent up some of it on ridin' the bus and eatin' frenchfried potaters.
Well, I'm gonna pay you today for this comin' week, so you'll have some walkin' around money. When you get off this evenin' you better go buy some toothpaste and cleanin' up supplies to have back there. Some hard candy and some magazines. Somethin' to keep you busy at night.
All right then.
I'll let you off while it's still daylight.
Now, Karl, you sure you want to go stay with these folks? You're welcome to keep on stayin here. It's workin' out real good.
That boy wants me to.
All right then. I'll see you bright and early. How you comin' along on that garden tiller?
I fixed it. Hit's a workin' pretty good.
You done fixed it? I'll be damned. Scooter told me it couldn't be fixed. 'Course Scooter's about as shitless as one poor sonofabitch can be. You done fixed it. I'll just be damned. See you tomorrow.
Hit ain't got no gas in it.
See there. Thinks of the simplest thing first.
Thank ye.
Scooter, let's me and you go over to Dairy Queen and pick up a few things for lunchtime.
All right then, I'll see y'all later. Karl you done a good day's work. They right about you. Scooter, he's gonna knock you out of a job if you're not careful. I'll see you tomorrow.
Wait up, I'll leave with you and lock up.
Karl, they's a blanket up in under that cot and soap in the bathroom to clean up with. Now there's one more thing. The way we lock these doors at night, you can't get out. You didn't want to go anywhere, did you?
Scooter, did I tell about the two old boys pissin' off the bridge?
I can't remember.
There was these two old boys hung their peckers off of a bridge to piss, one old boy from California and one old boy from Arkansas. Old boy from California says, "Boy this water's cold." Old boy from Arkansas says "Yeah, and it's deep too." Get it? That's a goodun.
Yeah, that's a goodun. I believe you did tell me that one before. I've heard that a bunch. Long time ago.
Well, yeah it's a classic. You know, Karl, I got to thinkin' about it last night and it's just not Christian of me to not let you have a key. I mean you been in lockup so long, you don't need me keepin' you locked up. You need to come and go as you please. Here, take this key, it'll get you in and out that back door. Them french fries good?
I can go. You don't have to. You don't never go.
Goddamnit, Scooter, come on. Pardon my language, ma'am.
Go home.
May I see my mother?
You do not want to be here. Go home to your father.
She did not do it... please listen...
She is guilty.
No, sir, please... she is innocent...
She has confessed.
No.
She has admitted to her evil and signed a written confession. Do you know what confession is? All that is left for you now is to pray for her soul.
Lay still, Ichabod. Do not move.
Doctor, he is awake.
You... you are alive.
Am I? Or, are you and Young Masbath dead along with me?
He rides tonight.
Father saw you die.
He saw me thrown... saw the Horseman looming over me as I fled. Things I wanted him to see. But, as long as I govern the Horseman, he cannot harm me. Baltus did not stay enough to see that. He ran as a coward, unfettered by my fate.
Imagine my surprise, finding him on a liason with a common servant. A girl who had apparently become his secret love.
No one will believe your lies, whore.
This whore will see your mouth shut forever very soon. But... I am not going to kill you. Not me...
Pardon. You did not answer when I knocked. Are we intruding?
You are from the Hollow?
In a way, yes.
The Lenape who lived in these woods... do you know him? The Redman? I should tell you... he has been murdered.
Leave me. You are not welcome here.
I hear him. He rides to the Hollow and back.
The Horseman. Yes.
Sit.
Can you help?
You want to see into the nether world... I can show you. Whatever you see, do not move or speak. I will hold him.
What... what are you doing?
Close your mouth! Keep silent.
Van Ripper. Can you show where the body lay?
I can show exactly.
Here... in front of this oak, facing north. Horrible...
To the best of your recollection, where did the open wound fall?
There was not much blood, was there?
I didn't see none.
Van Ripper, turn the coach about!
What did you say?
Turn around. Now!
Van Ripper... do you have a gun?
Yes. Here...
You said yourself. What mere man could have downed the Belltower?
It is a prime tenet of science, Philipse, that because one thing appears improbable does not mean you embrace the utterly fantastical.
Returning to the Western Woods?
Yes, actually.
Use caution.
Do you know... I think those are the first words I have heard from you my entire time here.
As my husband says, a wife should be always like an echo, and at the same time, quite unlike an echo. 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.
Excuse me, Lady Van Tassel... Katrina is not in her room.
No. She has gone out.
Where?
She has taken the last of our grain to be milled. You do have a background in the medical arts, don't you, Constable?
Very little. I must be going...