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    Sleepy Hollow

    Being the true storie of one Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman

    Kevin Yagher and Andrew Kevin Walker

    Based on "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving

    Screenplay by Andrew Kevin Walker

    A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, of dreams that wave before the half shut eye...


    EXT. GNARLED FOREST--NIGHT

    An UGLY MAN charges through on a horse, holding a lantern forward on a long pole. He looks back, terrified.

    INSERT TITLE: 1799 Sleepy Hollow, New York

    THUNDEROUS HOOFBEATS are HEARD behind.

    The ugly man glances back again. His lantern swings wild...

    SHATTERS against a tree. The jammed-up pole SLAMS the ugly man off his horse...

    He hits the ground. He runs, trips, falls and scrambles up.

    DEEP IN THE FOREST, we glimpse the source of the HOOFBEATS: a HUGE FORM on a HUGE BLACK HORSE, already gone

    The ugly man pushes through thorny bushes. Jagged branches slit his hands and cheeks.

    He bursts from the briar patch and tumbles to a trail . He lifts his bloodied face. He runs.

    IN THE FOREST BEHIND: the hooves of the black horse rip underbrush.

    HOOFBEATS DEAFENING. A spur digs into the snorting steed's already bleeding flank.

    The pursuer's gloved hand draws a SWORD, blade RINGING.

    ON THE TRAIL, the ugly man runs on. The shrill WHISTLE of a SWORD SWING is HEARD as the pursuer blurs past.

    The ugly man is still running when his head lolls back, at an impossible angle...tumbles off his shoulders... His headless body hits the dirt.

    EXT. CITY STREETS-- NIGHT

    Empty cobblestone streets. Crooked buildings. A RAPIDLY CLANGING BELL breaks the silence from afar.

    INSERT TITLE: New York City

    TWO CONSTABLES clamor round a corner, lanterns held high, listening. They rush into an alleyway.

    ELSEWHERE, piers border the Hudson River. The BELL is LOUDER. The two constables arrive, searching. No one around. Constable One hefts his

    pistol, scared.

    CONSTABLE ONE

    Where are you?!

    MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)

    Here! Over here!

    They hurry to the river's edge. Down a hill, the MAN, another constable, stands with his back to us. He's waist deep in water, tossing away his ALARM BELL.

    MAN

    I need your help with this.

    Constable Two crosses on the pier above. Constable One moves forward, wary.

    The MAN grunts, lifting something.

    CONSTABLE ONE

    Constable Crane? Ichabod Crane...is that you?

    The MAN turns. Meet ICHABOD CRANE, handsome, eyes piercing.

    ICHABOD

    Yes, it is me. But, not only me... (lifting, struggling)

    I found someone here...

    He drags a bloated MALE CORPSE up from the murky water

    ICHABOD

    Someone quite dead.

    EXT. WATCHHOUSE/JAIL --NIGHT

    The elderly HIGH CONSTABLE lifts a blanket off the corpse on a wheelbarrow manned by Constable Two. A snobby MAGISTRATE looks, disgusted. Constable One and Ichabod wait.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    Burn it.

    CONSTABLE ONE

    Yes, sir.

    Constable Two wheels the corpse inside. Ichabod's dismayed

    ICHABOD

    Just a moment...if I may. It is possible

    this man was murdered.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    He drowned. Anyone could see.

    ICHABOD

    There are surgical ways of telling how

    he died...by the water in his lungs...

    Ichabod follows the High Constable and Magistrate in.

    INT. WATCHHOUSE, NIGHT WATCH QUARTERS --NIGHT

    Constable Two wheels the body ahead past many "booking" tables. A JAILER moves to unlock a massive door.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    He will be burned pursuant to statutes of health.

    ICHABOD

    I could determine if he were dead

    before he went into the Hudson

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    Must we again hear these heretical rantings?

    MAGISTRATE

    Yes, must we?

    ICHABOD

    There is nothing heretical about science, sir.

    The Chinese have written on it for hundreds of years...

    procedural study used to solve seemingly unsolvable crimes.

    The door is opened. The corpse again leads the way.

    INT. WATCHHOUSE, JAIL --NIGHT

    A two-tiered prison, alive with MOANS of AGONY and CRIES of INSANITY. Cells are full of wretched men in chains and iron gags. Many are against the

    bars, watching.

    ICHABOD

    Our first night watch is adequate against fire and some

    violence, but if we were more often able to ensure justice,

    after the fact, then criminals would truly have something

    to fear from law enforcement.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    Have they nothing to fear presently?

    ICHABOD

    Without disrespect, look around you. (motioning to cells)

    We overflow. As do our courts.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    And, with disrespect, Constable, if jails and courts overflow,

    it is testimony to success, not failure.

    ICHABOD

    But, how many innocents rot here? And, how many victims are

    buried without reprisal while guilty men roam our streets?

    The High Constable reaches a desk, taking a seat. Guards wait to process beaten, bloody prisoners.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    Very few, if any.

    ICHABOD

    Even though I have seen confessions pried from

    the lips of the accused, often quite literally?

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    For one who calls himself a Federalist,

    your mouth reeks of Republican liberalism.

    ICHABOD

    Not Liberalism. Equanimity.

    MAGISTRATE

    (to High Constable)

    Um, sir...might I suggest...

    The Magistrate WHISPERS in the High Constable's ear. Ichabod notices with worry that Constables One and Two wheel the corpse onwards into another room.

    The Magistrate finishes. The High Constable smiles faintly

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    (to Ichabod)

    There is a farming community upstate, Constable...

    two days journey north in the Hudson Highlands.

    It is named Sleepy Hollow. Within a fortnight,

    three persons have been murdered there.

    Each with their head lopped cleanly off.

    (holds up papers)

    The elders of the Hollow have sent dispatches to me,

    requesting assistance, and now,

    just this very moment, I have chosen you.

    ICHABOD

    Chosen me?

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    These "methods" of yours...there has been no practical application.

    ICHABOD

    Not for lack of trying.

    BURGOMASTER

    Just so. Granted. And so you take your

    experimentations to Sleepy Hollow and

    catch the murderer who has tainted the place.

    Bring him here to face our good justice.

    Will you do this for me?

    ICHABOD

    (swallowing doubt)

    I shall, gladly

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    Excellent. Then, you are excused till morning

    Ichabod moves away, heading to where the corpse was taken.

    HIGH CONSTABLE

    Oh, and, Constable...(off Ichabod's look)

    Do make certain that you meet with success.

    Otherwise...perhaps you should not come back at all.

    The High Constable smiles a sardonic smile

    INT. WATCHHOUSE, INCINERATION ROOM --NIGHT

    The corpse burns in a raging furnace. Flesh sizzles

    Constable One pumps bellows which fan the flames. Ichabod steps from darkness nearby. He watches with bitter regret as the corpse is consumed.

    EXT. CITY --DAY

    Market town streets bustle. Filthy. Pigs roam free.

    INT. ICHABOD'S HOME, SECOND FLOOR --DAY

    Decorated in Early-American Mad Scientist: books, papers and jars of chemicals. Charts of anatomy above a small bed.

    ICHABOD (O.S.)

    Such a day for such a sad farewell.

    But, this is goodbye, my sweet.

    At the window, Ichabod holds a bird cage with a red CARDINAL inside. He opens the cage. The bird flies free.

    Ichabod watches it go, then looks down. A COACH halts in the street below.

    The forlorn DRIVER looks up.

    INT. ICHABOD'S COACH --DAY

    In motion. Ichabod absently studies his hands, touching the strange SCARS on both palms: evenly dispersed, tiny dots of tissue. Many scars.

    Ichabod lifts a LEATHER SATCHEL, checking its contents

    EXT. UPSTATE FORESTS --DAY

    TWO FAMILIES of MIGRANT WORKERS travel a path, leading over-burdened horses. Ichabod's coach approaches from the other direction. Ichabod looks out, unnerved.

    One GAUNT MAN watches Ichabod pass. There is a dead, worried look in the man's eyes. Others stare at Ichabod.

    EXT. SLEEPY HOLLOW, THE LONG STRAIGHT ROAD --DAY

    Ichabod faces two massive, vine-covered PILLARS, unsure. He turns to watch the driver lead the coach away.

    Ichabod walks between the pillars to a long straight road. He does not notice, above: THREE DEAD RAVENS hang from a tree limb, twine wrapped round

    their necks.

    EXT. SLEEPY HOLLOW, TOWN SQUARE --DAY

    Ichabod walks on with baggage. The square is empty, a CHURCH and GRAVEYARD at one end. The road ahead is bordered by businesses and homes.

    CONVERSATION DRIFTS from a tavern. A criminal sits in stocks. A quiet CRYING is HEARD. Ichabod hears...

    He looks for its source. It's from a window above, LOUDER. SOUNDS like the SOBBING of an OLD WOMAN.


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