Scene 10
(Ichabod Crane has returned from the cottage. Through a window, he sees the Notary, the Doctor, the Reverend and the Magistrate arguing. The Magistrate packs his bags and walks out the door. Ichabod follows him, and intercepts him on the way to wherever he's going.)
Ichabod: Hey, fatty. Where you going?
Magistrate: Shut up, Dumbarse. Away from here.
Ichabod: No need to get touchy...why did you tell me that the Widow was pregnant?
Magistrate: I didn't. I just told you that there were five victims, not four.
(Lightning flashes everywhere, making the Magistrate jump.)
Magistrate: The Headless Horseman is coming. I have to go!
Ichabod: For God's sake, there is no such thing as a bloody man without a head riding around chopping other people's heads off!
(The Headless Horseman canters out from the forest. Ichabod, being the strong and brave man that he is, falls over. The Magistrate sees and runs, but not fast enough. The Headless Horseman chops off his head, which rolls between Ichabod's legs.)
Ichabod: Ew. Gross. If you wanted to do that, you could have just asked.
(He then realises that the Horseman is probably going to come back to claim the head- and also realises that it will probably mean painful results for him. As expected, the Horseman does so- narrowly missing the operation to make Ichabod a woman- and Ichabod faints. Again. After screaming his head off. Once again, we are treated to boring and inescapably random memories from Ichabod's childhood, this time incorporating his father, who seemed to like kicking his mother about and yelling about witchcraft.)
(Baltus' house. Baltus knocks on the door of Ichabod's room, hoping to get him to come out. He looks at Katrina and Nesborth.)
Baltus: Has he not come out at all?
(Katrina and Nesborth shake their heads. Baltus walks in. Ichabod Crane is shaking in bed.)
Ichabod: It was the Horseman...the Headless Horseman...and he was headless!
Baltus: Duh. Told you so.
Ichabod: No, you don't understand- it was a Headless Horseman!
Baltus: Yes, I do.
Ichabod: No, you don't, because you weren't there! It was headless, and it mur-murd...
(Ichabod faints.)
Baltus: Wimp.
Nesborth: Guess it's time for him to go back to the city, then.