My Soul To Take

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord

my soul to keep.

If I should die

before I wake,

I pray the Lord

my soul to take.

Before tonight's murder,

there has been no clue

as to who

this killer might be.

But now the Riverton Ripper

and the knife he uses

have been caught by a

high-definition security camera.

- Any day, now.

- Police say

that the killer is a Caucasian

male in his mid-to-late 30s.

It's too dark to see his face

but the quality of the image

has allowed forensic technicians

to zoom in and

enhance it enough

to make out

the word "Vengeance"

etched on the blade

of the Ripper's weapon.

No one was in the

area at the time...

That's beautiful, Abel.

And Leah's going

to love that house.

Shameless distraction device.

Come to bed.

The news is too scary

for me to watch alone.

Okay, Sarah,

I'll be up soon.

We consulted local

psychiatrist Dr. William Blake.

Oh, sh*t!

Here's what he had to say.

The identity of a killer of this sort

may well not even

be known to himself.

He could be

anywhere and anyone

leading a normal life,

so far as he knows,

and never dream

for an instant that,

every so often,

he turns into a monster.

What is this?

Twenty-one-year-old

Penny Anderson,

a graduate student

at Boston University...

Somebody!

...studying for a Ph. D. in psychology.

Help me!

No!

The victim's funeral will

be held tomorrow at...

Dear God, tell me

this is a dream.

ABEL -

What's with the knife, Abel?

What's with the blood?

It's really crazy stuff.

It's not my knife, James!

I don't know what's with it.

I think someone

has broken in.

No one has broken in.

Come on, Penny.

Please, Abel.

Blake said it could happen.

A one in a million

chance, he said.

What if it did?

He said to call him, 24/7.

Abel, listen. Call him now.

You've got to call Dr. Blake.

Please put down the knife.

Call the doctor.

God will help you.

Call Dr. Blake,

and I kill your family.

Sorry, sorry,

I just need a hug.

That knife is so scary,

you know?

What knife?

The Ripper's.

They've got it on tape.

Don't do something stupid, Abel.

Here's the deal.

Just look the other way when I

kill and your family stays alive.

Turn me in, and you'll live

alone in a house of blood.

Hello?

Abel, this is Dr. Blake.

Is everything okay?

No, no, no. Everything is

not okay. I found something.

What did you find?

A knife.

Under my bench.

And not just any knife.

The one on TV.

The Ripper's knife.

I swear before God,

Dr. Blake, I didn't know.

But the second that I went to

call you there was somebody,

and he said

don't call you, or else...

Or else?

What?

Or else he would

kill Sarah. And Leah.

And the others, too.

Abel, I'll be there in 10

minutes. I want you to tell Sarah

to take Leah,

and drive to her sister's.

I haven't told her

about this part of my life.

But you swore

to me you would.

That's part

of the agreement.

Just get here

before it's too late!

Abel, have Sarah drive

to May's house, with Leah.

May is working nights

and Sarah is sound asleep.

I can't just wake her up.

You have to!

Abel?

You there?

Abel?

No! No!

What the hell are you looking at?

Break the door down.

I won't let you do this! I won't!

Open the door. Abel!

I won't...

Abel!

Police, open up!

Mr. Plenkov, open up.

Abel, open the door!

Plenkov! Open up!

Kick it in, Bobby.

Get up those stairs now!

Which room?

On the right?

Mr. Plenkov! Mr. Plenkov!

Freeze!

Sh*t!

Bobby, check him!

Check him!

Hey, sweetie.

Hey, sweetie, come here.

Come here.

What's your name?

No pulse, Frank.

What's your name, huh?

I'll check the woman.

No, no, no, no, look at me.

You're okay, all right?

You're okay.

Get away from me.

Bobby.

Yeah?

Get her downstairs.

Hey, sweetheart, here we go.

I got you.

You're going to be fine.

Get in here.

Cover us.

He's dead.

So is Elvis.

You never know.

You have an epi?

We got it.

The mother is dead, too. Way dead.

You missed the kid,

you f***.

I'll get them all next time.

Son of a b*tch!

Epinephrine kicks ass!

Hey! Hey!

Let's get the gurney, Gus.

Abel, I'll get you

to a hospital. Abel?

You piece of sh*t.

He's not a monster.

What do you

call him, then?

I call him mentally ill.

Thank you

for stopping me.

Abel.

Forgive me.

He's talking to you.

Please!

Would it hurt you

to be human?

Just once?

We'll let

God sort it out.

Thank you.

No, Abel!

Abel, talk to me.

Abel's not here.

This is for you, you c*nt!

That's for shut the f*** up.

How's Mrs. King doing?

Baby is two months premature.

Dr. Carrie says

he's blind, too.

Seven births in one hour,

all premature.

What's going on here?

Anarchy!

What else you got?

We got a cop, Frank Paterson,

who took two in the vest.

And?

And we got a perp.

Go on.

Mid-30s,

white male, under constraint and critical.

Took multiple gunshots

and stab wounds. EEG flat.

Oh, and are you ready for

this? We think he's the Ripper.

What?

Family guy.

Killed the wife,

tried to kill his kid.

You got a name?

Plenkov. Abel Plenkov.

May, you copy?

May?

He said he'd get

them all next time.

What do you think

he meant?

Maybe he was talking about

his other personalities.

My family is from Haiti.

And down there they don't say

that someone like him

has multiple personalities.

What do they say he has?

Multiple souls.

What's the difference?

Personalities die

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