My Soul To Take Page #2

when the patient dies.

Souls live on.

It's all just superstition,

I suppose.

Could you hand me

my jacket, please?

It's cold as hell in here.

Thanks.

Is this your evidence bag?

Get that f***er

under control!

Sh*t!

Frank!

I can't believe

you f***ing guys!

You're supposed

to be watching him!

- You all right? You good?

- F*** you!

- You're all right. Let me see.

- Get out of my way.

- Where the hell is Plenkov?

- Let me see!

Sh*t. Fix that!

Call for backup!

I got Plenkov!

F***!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten,

The lights out!

Midnight!

All right! This is it!

Let the day begin!

As you all know,

Ripper Day

marks two things.

One of them bad,

one of them good.

The good part is, it's the

birthday of seven of us here

born 16 years ago tonight.

Jerome King.

Hey, Jerome.

Alex Dunkelman.

Jay Chan, with a new

Ripper puppet tonight.

Bug Hellerman...

Hellerman?

It's about time!

Better late than never, I suppose.

Where you been?

Sleeping.

It's okay, Bug

takes a little longer

because he's a little

slower, I guess.

Moving on to Penelope Bryte

over there, by the ambulance,

who, incidentally, knows God.

They speak daily.

And to the beautiful and

gorgeous Brittany Cunningham.

And last, but,

of course, not least...

Brandon O'Neil!

Yes, sir!

Thank you, thank you, thank

you very much. Pleasure.

Now, it's time for

the bad part, people.

We of the Riverton Seven

have had to share our birthday

with a monster,

the serial killer

Abel Plenkov,

who died at midnight

the day we were born.

It's the Ripper.

Legend has it that we,

the Riverton Seven,

are the mirrors of Abel

Plenkov's personalities.

The ones that

turned the Ripper in.

And that the Ripper

still wants revenge.

So Abel Plenkov is dead,

but his ghost isn't.

No, it lurks underneath the old

railroad bridge. You've seen it.

It sleeps in the river.

It roams the darkest

corners of the woods

just waiting for the next

Ripper Day to come around.

Because, on that day,

our birthday, tonight,

the devil has told him

that he can take his revenge.

But he can only come out

of the river at this spot.

And every year,

since we have been able,

one of us Riverton Seven

has volunteered

to drive him back

into the river

where he belongs.

And tonight is no exception.

And I, personally,

have chosen to volunteer...

- Brandon?

- No!

...to volunteer

Bug Hellerman, that is.

It's your turn, Bug.

All the rest of us

have done it.

We will now summon the Ripper

from the river.

If he appears yet again, then Bug

must slay him, or we'll all die.

Can you do it, Bug?

Save us!

Let's call him up!

If you can

hear me, Ripper,

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