What are you running from, Magistrate Phillipse?
Damn you, Crane.
You had a mind to help me.
Yes. And now it's put me in mortal dread of...
Of what?
Of powers against which there is no defense. Come.
How did you know the widow was expecting a child?
She told me.
Then I deduce you are the father.
I'm not the father.
Did she tell you the name of the child's father?
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--
Do you believe the father killed her?
The Horseman killed her.
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?
My talisman. It protects me from the Horseman.
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]
Oh, my god! [Runs]
