Archer House, Spencer's Room – Night
Spencer, shirtless and feverish opens his eyes. The wound at the top of his chest is raw. Lila inserts a needle in the skin around it. "Lay still, Spencer. Do not move."
"Doctor, he is awake." Lady Archer tells Aaron.
Spencer tries to sit but the pain stops him. Lady Archer helps bleed the wound with the needle and a tube leading to a suction jar of blood.
"What…what are you doing?" He asks with barely a voice.
"I'm drawing bad blood from the wound." Lila tells him gently.
Aaron Hotchner comes to the bed. "Keep still, Constable. You were half-drowned when they found you."
"Nathan Harris?"
"He is dead. You would be also, if your wound had not somehow shut." Aaron sighs with disbelief.
"Bring Derek Morgan here."
"You need to sleep."
"Bring him." He argues with the Doctor.
"You need rest." Aaron tells him.
Spencer gives up and closes his eyes. Lila, needle in one hand, brings her other hand to hold Spencer's. Blood drips into the suction jar.
Later that night Spencer is soundly asleep. Across the room, Lila is at his work table. Spencer stirs and Lila looks up at him. Once she is satisfied he will not wake, she returns to what she was doing, turning a page. She is reading his ledger.
Servant's Quarter's, Derek's Room – Night
Derek lies awake. A glint of light crosses the room. Derek looks to it, gets up and peers out. Through the window, he can see the Archer Manor house in the distance. He sees a figure with a lantern cross the lawn.
The lantern light moves through the orchard, away from the house. We cannot make out the person. Elsewhere, Derek runs in pursuit. He hides against one tree and leans to look. The light enters the forest and Derek follows.
Archer House, Spencer's Room – Morning
Spencer is still in pain and Derek helps him with a shirt. "Someone left last night. Looked like they headed to the square, but I lost them in the forest."
"Man or woman?" Spencer asks.
"All I saw was their lantern."
"Business, best hidden is hidden best at night."
Spencer goes to his work table, organizing his satchel.
"If someone has the Horseman's skull…if they control the Horseman, then why haven't they sent him for you head yet, Constable?"
"Because, I serve a fine purpose alive. It is perfection for our murderer if I return to New York City with nothing more than tales of a galloping ghoul. We must uncover the reason these victims were targeted. What was taken from them…other than their lives? Who benefits by their deaths?" Spencer fumbles the bottle of white powder. It bounces, the cork pops out and it rolls under the bed. "Damn it." Spencer kneels pained. A trail of blood-detecting powder has spilled and the bottle is out of reach.
"I'll get it." Derek gets down and is ready to crawl for it.
Spencer stops him and peers under. "Wait…" far under, near the bottle, some of the powder is bubbling. Spencer moves to the end of the bed and lifts it in pain. Derek helps and they drag the bed to one side. What they see puzzles them. It is a satanic pentagram drawn in blood. Spencer stares and tries to grasp the implication. Derek is about to speak, but Spencer puts a finger to his lips. He moves to lock the door.
"Who did this?" Derek whispers.
Spencer doesn't answer and he picks up a wash basin and dumps the water to wash the pentagram away.
Town Square, Church – Day
Wagons, horses and the townspeople swarm. A crowd loots the town's general store. Provisions are passed along man to man and loaded on wheelbarrows. All up and down the long straight road, home owners board up windows with lumber. Spencer and Derek ride and they pass many angry faces.
"Panic has set in." Spencer says and they stop, trying their horses and climb stairs to the door of Jason Gideon. Spencer looks back. Down the road, at the far end, people head to the church. There is a lot of activity there as well. "Sanctuary. Or, so they hope." Families put up tents all around the church within the bordering wrought-iron fence. Supplies abound and peoplee workd to build and erect a massive wooden cross.
Notary Public, Gideon's Offices – Day
Spencer and Derek enter Gideon's office and it is very tidy. Derek watches Spencer hand a slip of paper to the elderly Gideon. "Do you have these people's wills?"
"I have everything…last testaments…birth certificates, death certificates and deeds."
"Yes, sir…but, do you have these?"
Gideon studies the paper with his one good eye. "Certainly…certainly." Gideon nods, hands the list back and grins.
Spencer stands waiting and Gideon is still nodding. "May I see them, Master Gideon?"
"Hmm? See them?"
"May we look at them now?"
"Of course. You want them…it shall not take long. Wait here."
Gideon heads across the room and Spencer offers him the list. "Maybe you should take this."
"A fine idea." Gideon takes it and exits.
Derek sits. "What good is this?"
"To discover what might have been taken from those who died, it will help to know what was there that could be taken in the first place." Spencer waits and after a moment he looks uncertain. He crosses to the half-open door.