*This script excerpt was taken from the Everything Depp site.
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INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM --NIGHT
Ichabod makes notations in a LEDGER BOOK.
KATRINA (O.S.)
You will dream.
Katrina strolls in, sits on the bed. Ichabod is nervous.
KATRINA
Did they tell? It is something in the air
so that dreams come to everyone.
According to the elders, an Indian
prophet held powwows here before
the land was taken, and spells cast
then still linger to this day.
ICHABOD
Do you often make a habit of sitting
on strange men's beds?
KATRINA
You are horribly old-fashioned, aren't you?
ICHABOD
Feel free to form your own opinion.
(facing his ledger)
KATRINA
Well, I intended to apologize for the
behavior of my friend Brom Van Brunt,
but it seems I've made matters worse.
(getting up to go)
I'll leave you to your business.
ICHABOD
Excuse me... I should apologize.
I, um... I.. have no great love of...
KATRINA
Other people?
ICHABOD
Small talk.
KATRINA
It might have been more. Might
have been positively grand talk.
Ichabod offers his chair, backing away. Seeing it is the only
one, he remains standing. Katrina sits.
KATRINA
Is it me, or are you this nervous around all women?
ICHABOD
Perhaps it is because your suitor's hands were
recently very nearly wrapped around my throat.
KATRINA
My suitor?
ICHABOD
The massive fellow...Brom. For
someone you call "friend," he
misplaces a good portion of jealousy.
KATRINA
He has proposed to me twice.
ICHABOD
Which explains his temperament.
To have asked twice means the
answer was "no" at least once.
Katrina looks down, discards this with a smile.
KATRINA
I've read a great deal about your
New York City. Do be a dear and
tell me all about it. Sounds like an
extraordinary place to live a life.
ICHABOD
Extra ordinary, yes. But first, you tell
me about the Headless Horseman.
EXT. BELLTOWER FIELD --NIGHT
The torches burn bright. ABOVE, in the Belltower, Jonathan Masbath
loads a rifle. THUNDER BOOMS.
Jonathan stand, looking up to a sky that is all stars and moon,
A HORSE SHRIEKING. Below, the horse tied at the base of the tower
is spooked.
A COMMOTION is HEARD, ground rumbling. Jonathan grips a rifle,
cocks it and moves to look.,,
At the forest edge, a herd of deer stampedes out. They sprint
past the tower and across the field.
Jonathan crosses to watch the herd scatter. He crosses back to
peer at the forest. Bad news...
A thick FOG creeps from the woods.
As the fog overtakes the base of each torch, a tentacle of mist
snakes up to the flame, killing it. All along the forest, arms
of vapor snuff
torches... one by one...
Above, Jonathan sights the rifle along the trees.
JONATHAN
Come out, devil... come...
INT. VAN TASSEL HOUSE, ICHABOD'S ROOM --NIGHT
Ichabod leans on a dresser. Katrina's still seated.
KATRINA
Not all think it is the Horseman.
Many say witches come from the
Western Woods to steal skulls for
their cauldrons. Some believe a
person in this very town kneels
before Lucifer, offering death as tribute.
And, still others believe none of it.
ICHABOD
Are you so superstitious?
KATRINA
To call a person superstitious is to imply
they fear magic, but not all magic is black.
ICHABOD
There is no such thing as magic.
KATRINA
Really? Then... what is your rebuttal to
those romantic poets claiming proof of
magic in a rose at full bloom, or even a teardrop?
ICHABOD
Poets have silly notions about plants
and bodily secretions.
KATRINA
(laughs)
You are funny.
Ichabod doesn't get what's so funny about that. The DISTANT TOLL
of a BELL is HEARD. Katrina looks fearful.
She goes to open a window. The BELL TOLLS...
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