Ichabod Crane: What are you running from, Magistrate Phillipse?
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: Damn you, Crane.
Ichabod Crane: You had a mind to help me.
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: Yes. And now it's put me in mortal dread of...
Ichabod Crane: Of what?
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: Of powers against which there is no defense. Come.
Ichabod Crane: How did you know the widow was expecting a child?
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: She told me.
Ichabod Crane: Then I deduce you are the father.
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: I'm not the father.
Ichabod Crane: Did she tell you the name of the child's father?
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: Yes, she did. She came to me for advice as town magistrate to protect the rights of her child. I was bound by my oath of office to keep the secret, but--
Ichabod Crane: Do you believe the father killed her?
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: The Horseman killed her.
Ichabod Crane: How often do I have to tell you? There is no Horseman. There never was a Horseman, and never will be a Horseman. What is that thing?
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: My talisman. It protects me from the Horseman.
Ichabod Crane: You, a magistrate, and your head full of such nonsense. Now tell me the name of--
[Ichabod is interrupted by several sheep bleating. A horse is heard in the distance]
Magistrate Samuel Philipse: Oh, my god! [Runs]
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