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Hmm? See them?
May we look at them now?
Of course. You want them... it shall not take long. Wait here.
Maybe you should take this.
A fine idea.
Damn... damn... damn...
Master Hardenbrook...
Perhaps, I could assist in finding them?
Well... that might be... helpful.
Why not tell us what you have heard? Hmm? How much have your superiors bothered to tell you?
All I know is three are slain, their heads found severed from their bodies...
The heads were not found severed. The heads were not found at all.
It is sacrilege!
I cannot proceed without examining the previous victims.
I will not allow it. I will not!
Protest to my superiors if you like.
Your superiors are two days away!
Then, you should have left two days ago, because I have men willing to help me today.
For poaching. Or, would you remake our laws now that Magistrate Philipse has given up the ghost?
Does that look like an animal hanging?
Only if I repeat them outside this room. And, I will if I must... Out there, for all to hear. Or... you may speak, as planned. But, you tell them you feel compelled to move on to greener pastures.
No. You will not run me out. No one will believe a word of what you say.
Oh? Far as I can tell, a rumor does not travel alone for long here.
Are you a deist? Is that it? A free thinker who does not believe in divinity.
It is only important what you are. An adulterer...
I am the Lord's voice in this town.
Wallowing in sin and lust...
They need guidance.
Wallowing quite literally in blood.
Damn you, sir! God damn you to hell!
He may. But, not soon enough for you, and not on your behalf.
You are so upset now... and yet, you seemed in such good spirits last night.
You cannot do this. I am a man of God!
Climb to the top of the tallest ladder you can find, Father. That is the closest you ever come to God.
An honor, gentlemen. In time I will need every detail of the three murderings you've had, but, for now, I ask only if you have any theory at all as to who the killer might be?
Excuse me?
I say, is there any one person suspect in these acts?
I was afraid of this.
Why did you move the body, Doctor?
To place it inside its coffin.
No bleeding.
What is that?
This should have bled by the pint. Yet, no blistering or scorched flesh. How... ? Whatever weapon was used... it cauterized somehow....
We must be a curious sight to him.
What are you spying on?
The Lenape. He comes to gawk at civilization from time to time.
He is a behemoth.
A diseased monster.
The wounds are the same. Cauterized. No chopping or halfmeasures either. One stroke took the head. Have you seen, doctor... ? Even the spinal bone... sliced as smooth as butter.
I do not care. You are welcome to use my work area, but I beg you... return her to her resting place.
In time, doctor. Soon as I finish.
Keep still, Constable. You were halfdrowned when they found you.
... Brom Bones...
He is dead. You would be also, if your wound had not somehow shut.
Bring Young Masbath here.
You need to sleep.
Bring him.
You need rest.
It has been a terrible jolt to her nerves.
You will stay at her side?
... help yourself, you pompous ass. I will be in bed.
Would you stay, doctor? I may need assistance.
Stains of blood.
What of it?
No clotting or gathering of pus. No healing at all.
What?
When this cut was made, this person was already dead. This is not Lady Van Tassel.
Certainly not.
Excuse me, Miss... They have a laugh at your expense.
We haven't heard your name yet, friend.
Well, unless your name is Baltus, you should not worry over mine.
What the hell are you doing?
You are the blacksmith. Ever shod a horse with a hoof this large?
Never. A shoe that size I would have remembered.
They spend two days in chains.
Two days... ? For murder?
Constable Crane is not the only one who fights with science on his side.
I fired upon the Horseman and the bullet did nothing.
You must have missed your mark.
I hit him square.
I say... if the Horseman is solid enough to take the lives of our people, he's solid enough to feel this...
If we could speak alone.
This is not a time for frivolity, Katrina, is it? Am I mistaken?
Excuse me, gentlemen, but... who has seen this Horseman?
Many have.
Then, name one person who has seen him with their own eyes.
Who took the meat?
Must have been the Redman. A Lenape Indian lives in the Western Woods.
These woods of yours sound a bit crowded, what with all the witches, ghouls and Indians living there.
Hail, Constable. How are you?
Well enough. Your gathering does honor to the deceased.
Um... I... I did not... no. Why?
Sarah has gone missing... my servant girl. Her things are gone. Damn it. She has joined the migration out of town. What about breakfast, woman? Or, am I to starve to death?
Clergyman Steenwyck is calling a meeting. This time he is determined to have you forced out, or worse.
How did you hear this?
He came to me. He promised great violence. Said I should cast you out for my own protection. I must speak honestly. There is no reason to think he will not meet with success.
I mean, won't she talk? She seemed kind of upset.
She did. Bring her back. Now. For a talk.
Soon, you gorgeous thing... tell me... how lonely?
It's that call you were expecting, Vince.