Sleepy Hollow Shooting Script
On the rotor, Ichabod struggles to keep a grip on Katrina. Masbath drops. Ichabod and Katrina fall…
They all hit the ground. Ichabod rolls over, gasping, holding his shoulders, getting to his feet…
Ichabod, Katrina and Young Masbath run away as smoldering debris rains down.
EXT. ACROSS THE FIELD-NIGHT
Ichabod ushers them along as they run, heading uphill. Lightning flashes across the sky. THUNDER RUMBLES.
EXT. WINDMILL-NIGHT
Behind, the WINDMILL begins to CRUMBLE, huge burning sections crashing to the ground.
EXT. ACROSS THE FIELD-NIGHT
Ichabod, Katrina and Young Masbath slow, looking back at the incredible conflagration.
YOUNG MASBATH Is he dead?
ICHABOD He was dead to start with-that’s the problem.
KATRINA Look…
EXT. WINDMILL-NIGHT
IN THE WINDMILL RUBBLE, the Horseman RISES, shoving off burning debris. His flame-ravaged uniform smolders.
EXT. ACROSS THE FIELD -NIGHT
Ichabod spins, searching for possibilities… He spots the COACH and HORSES not too far away…
ICHABOD Come on!
They flee toward the coach. Behind…
Daredevil rides to rejoin the Horseman.
EXT. THE ROAD FROM VAN TASSEL ESTATE-NIGHT
The coach hits the long straight road, rumbling at top speed away from the Van Tassel Estate, into the forest…
Katrina and Masbath hold on as the coach shakes violently.
KATRINA Where are we going?
ICHABOD Anywhere!
YOUNG MASBATH He’s right behind!
Behind on the trail, the Horseman chases, closing fast.
KATRINA Make for the church!
ICHABOD We’ll never reach it!
Young Masbath grabs Ichabod’s satchel, offers it…
YOUNG MASBATH Here, sir… you must have something in your bag of tricks.
ICHABOD Nothing that will help us, I am afraid. Take the reins…
Young Masbath takes them. Ichabod gives Van Ripper’s rifle to Katrina, then crawls back across the coach roof.
Ichabod gets to a baggage area at the rear, struggling to open a storage box.
Behind, the Horseman draws his sword, closer.
Ichabod opens the box and pulls out a jagged HAND SAW.
KATRINA Look out… !
Ichabod looks. The Horseman rides up, SWINGS his sword…
Ichabod recoils-THWACK-just missed.
The Horseman lets the coach get ahead, shifting to the other side of the trail… coming along side again…
Ichabod backpedals, looking to Masbath.
ICHABOD Keep him off! Block him!
Masbath guides the horses over. The Horseman must fall behind to avoid the wheels.
One wheel hits a large rock…
Ichabod bounces, falling, drops the saw…
He hangs off the side of the coach.
The saw clatters away on the trail.
Ichabod tries for better purchase. He grips the coach door.
Katrina climbs to offer her hand.
KATRINA Take my hand!
Ichabod reaches to her, but the coach door falls open…
Ichabod’s PISTOL falls from the holster and is lost on the trail.
Ichabod clings helplessly to the door as branches slam him.
EXT. BEHIND THE TRAIL
The Horseman gets to his feet. Ahead, Daredevil stands waiting, giving a SCREECH.
EXT. AHEAD ON THE TRAIL NEAR THE TREE OF THE DEAD
Katrina and Ichabod rejoin Mashath, climb off the coach to examine the ruined wheel, panicked.
ICHABOD This is not good.
YOUNG MASBATH We’re doomed.
ICHABOD We have to get out of the open somehow. Quick, follow me…
They turn to run, but suddenly falter, seeing… Riding over the crest of the hill, comes Lady Van Tassel, on her white horse, with Ichahod’s lost pistol in her hand…
EXT. NEAR FOREST-NIGHT
LADY VAN TASSEL What? Still alive?!
Across the distance, the Horseman strides in this direction.
ICHABOD Run, Katrina…
Lady Van Tassel points her gun at Katrina.
LADY VAN TASSEL Yes, do run. And jump. And skip. (she takes aim) And now let’s see a somersault!
ICHABOD Run!
Ichahod makes a move toward Lady Van Tassel, but Lady Van Tassel aims and FIRES-shoots Ichahod in the chest! Ichahod goes down…
KATRINA No!
Young Masbath cries out, falls to his knees beside Ichabod. Katrina moves toward Ichahod… Lady Van Tassel rides forward-GRABS Katrina by the hair, PULLING HER, riding off toward the Horseman… Ichabod lays clutching the smoldering wound in his chest, gasping. Young Masbath holds him…
YOUNG MASBATH Oh, God… no… no…
Lady Van Tassel drags Katrina by the hair as Katrina screams and struggles and kicks.
The Horseman keeps coming…
Lady Van Tassel stops her horse, halfway to the Horseman, drops Katrina and starts riding back, shouting…
LADY VAN TASSEL There she is. Take her, she’s yours!
Katrina gets up to run, stumbles, falls…
The Horseman strides after…
Up the field, Ichabod gets to his knees, feeling his chest with both hands, not quite understanding, struggling to shake off delirium…
YOUNG MASBATH Sir, you’re… you’re not dead…
ICHABOD Not… yet…
Ichabod looks up, trying to comprehend…
Lady Van Tassel had turned her horse, her back to us, keeping her distance from the Horseman. Beyond her, Katrina flees this direction with the Horseman at her heels.
Ichabod’s focused on something…
The black SADDLEBAG slung over Lady Van Tassel’s horse.
Ichabod rises out of pure determination, runs…
Katrina runs… the Horseman is closing on her.
Lady Van Tassel watches, grinning, but at the last second something catches her eye and she turns, just as…
Ichabod LEAPS…
TACKLES Lady Van Tassel off of her horse, taking her down to the ground HARD… her bag falling open…
The Horseman’s skull rolling out…
