why not tell us what you have heard? hmm? how much have your superiors bothered to tell you?
the heads were not found severed. the heads were not found at all.
it is very clear why. citizens here have long tried to hide sins behind closed doors. their failed faith has saturated the soil and called forth one of satan's own.
it is sacrilege!
magistrate philipse, surely you can stop this.
i will not allow it. i will not!
your superiors are two days away!
the devil sent you, ichabod crane. the lord will not forgive your sins.
for poaching. or, would you remake our laws now that magistrate philipse has given up the ghost?
you all stand idle, while this man goes about with a book of secrets and a bag filled with magic. you all stand idle, while the shadow of the devil falls over our town.
i say, if you do nothing, you share in the blasphemy of ichabod crane!
how is he saving our farms? how? ichabod crane has brought into our midst the soulless, moldering corpse of a heretic!
let her burn! let her burn!
are you ichabod crane's protector, brom bones?
you side with him in this?
you are astonishing, constable. do you truly think your ridiculous accusations frighten me?
no. you will not run me out. no one will believe a word of what you say.
are you a deist? is that it? a free thinker who does not believe in divinity.
i am the lord's voice in this town.
they need guidance.
damn you, sir! god damn you to hell!
you cannot do this. i am a man of god!
my friends.  dear friends. those of you still on your farms, i thank you for coming.
i.  i address unfortunate business. i am forced to take my leave from sleepy hollow. i will be moving on to do the lord's work elsewhere.