Constable Crane! This is a song we have heard from you more than once. Now, there are two...

The Burgomaster: Constable Crane! This is a song we have heard from you more than once. Now, there are two courses open to me. The first, is to let you cool your heels in the cells until you learn respect for the dignity of my office... Ichabod Crane: I beg pardon. But why am I the only one who can see that to solve crimes, we must use our brains, assisted by reason, using up-to-date scientific techniques? The Burgomaster: Which brings me to the second course. There is a town, two days journey to the north in the Hudson Highlands. It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it? Ichabod Crane: I have not. The Burgomaster: An isolated farming community, mainly Dutch. Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight. Each one found with the head lopped off. Ichabod Crane: Lopped off? The Burgomaster: Clean as dandelion heads, apparently. You will take these experimentations of yours to Sleepy Hollow, and there you will detect the murderer. Bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this? Ichabod Crane: I will. The Burgomaster: Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.

Constable Crane? Ichabod Crane, is that you? None other. Not only me. I have found something, which was lately a man. - Burn it. - Yes, sir. Just a moment, if I may. We do not yet know the cause of death. When you find them in the river, cause of death is drowning. Possibly so, if there is water in the lungs, but by pathology we might be able to determine whether or not he was dead before he went into the river. I will need to examine the body. Cut him up. Are we heathens? What happened to him? Nothing, sir. Arrested for burglary. Good work. The millennium is almost upon us. In a few months, we will be living in the 19th century, yet our courts continue to rely on medieval devices of torture. Stand down! I stand up for sense and justice. Our jails overflow with men and women convicted on confessions worth no more than this one. Constable Crane! This is a song that we have heard from you more than once. Now, there are two courses open to me. First, I can let you cool your heels in the cells until you learn respect for the dignity of my office. I beg pardon. But why am I the only one who sees that, to solve crimes, to detect the guilty, we must use our brains to recognize vital clues, using up-to-date scientific techniques? Which brings me to the second course. There is a town upstate, two days' journey to the north in the Hudson Highlands. It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it? I have not. An isolated farming community, mainly Dutch. Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight. Each one found with the head lopped off. Lopped off? Clean as dandelion heads, apparently. You will take these experimentations of yours to Sleepy Hollow and there you will detect the murderer. Bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this? I shall. Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.