From Hell to the Wild West

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[Music playing]

[C*cks gun]

There you are,

you son of a b*tch.

Drop your weapon now.

I'll shoot you dead.

Do it, hombre.

I was trying to stop

the killer.

Oh, really? First the

women start disappearing,

now half the town

that isn't dead,

they've run away.

[C*cks gun]

I know you're behind this.

No, there's someone else.

Look.

Don't you try

to play me the fool.

[Gasps]

[Woman screams]

[Grunts]

This don't look like a high-class

saloon to me, Christina.

Well, the job posting

says they pay big money,

so who cares

what it looks like?

Hello?

We're here about

the job posting.

Hostesses needed?

Whores needed.

Let's be honest.

They said hostesses needed.

Hostesses means whores,

Christina. Don't be naive.

Hello?

Hello?

Someone posted a job notice

in all the Shasta County

newspapers.

Hey!

We traveled four days

to get here!

Don't be getting us fired

before we get hired.

You know, I don't

see anyone...

anywhere.

[Door creaks]

Hello?

Um...

Is someone here?

Do you see anyone?

I... I think I see a...

- [Screams]

- [Gasps]

[Grunting]

Help! Someone, help me!

[Gagging]

[Gasps]

[Screams]

[Screaming]

[Gasping]

[Screaming]

[Ghostly voices]

Can you hear us? Please!

[Deep voice chanting]

[Ghostly voices]

We are here with you.

[Deep voice]

You must look not let her...

Do not let her filth...

[Ghostly whispers]

[Deep voice]

Answer the call.

[Voices continue]

[Deep voice]

Answer the call.

Answer it.

[Deep voice growls]

[Growling continues]

[Deep voice]

Look at that flower.

[Ghostly voices]

So beautiful. So beautiful.

[Deep voice]

So rotten on the inside.

[Voice]

Filthy rotten.

[Deep voice]

Like all of them.

[Voice]

Every single one.

[Deep voice]

Set her free.

Give her oblivion.

[Ghostly voices]

Oblivion.

[Deep voice]

End her suffering.

End her debauchery.

Make her bathe in pain.

Pain so sweet.

[Ghostly voices]

Give it to her.

[Gasps]

Oh, my God.

Get away from me!

Stop it.

Oh, God.

No! No, no, no! No!

[Blade scraping]

[Screams]

[Sobbing]

[Squelching]

[Screaming

and slicing echoes]

[Deep voice]

Your hands are clean.

[Voice] Your hands

are clean, dear boy.

[Deep voice]

You are sanctified.

[Ghostly whispers]

Sanctified.

[Deep voice]

From Hell's heart.

[Ghostly whispers]

From Hell's heart.

[Deep voice]

Do you your work.

[Voice]

Your hallowed work.

[Deep voice]

Never stop.

- [Voice] No, no, no.

- [Ghostly whispers] Never.

[Deep voice]

Never stop.

Miss Stark,

my time's limited.

Professor Moore,

thank God you're here.

What is it?

Do you remember the diary that

they unearthed up in the sierras?

Hey, you're... you're not

supposed to take these

out of the Archives

Department.

I know,

but they closed at five,

and I had to keep going.

I'll bring it back.

Why did you have

to keep going?

I found something important.

What?

I think I may have solved

the mystery of Jack the Ripper.

Miss Stark,

I have a class to teach.

I know it sounds crazy,

Professor Moore,

and you have every right

not to believe

such a wild sounding boast,

but it's true.

That's the diary

of that freed slave woman.

Yeah, her name was Hannah,

and she wrote about...

she wrote about her encounters

with a ruthless killer.

I know. It's been the

talk of the department

ever since it was found.

His name

was Francis Tumblety.

She found

his traveling papers,

and that's not all.

You know, I'm serious

about that diary.

You better not get

any coffee stains on that

before you return it.

I'll keep it totally safe,

don't worry,

but please,

just let me explain.

Okay. Make it quick.

Thanks.

Okay, so, I was asked

to digitize the text

in this diary,

and as I was reading

through it,

I started noticing

more than a few similarities

between the killer

that Hannah wrote about

and Jack the Ripper.

I only skimmed a report

on this last week,

but if I remember correctly,

there was a murderer

up in the mountains.

He killed everyone in a small

mining village, correct?

Yeah, he killed

everyone in that town,

and then he started

placing help wanted ads

in all the surrounding area's

newspapers.

Help wanted? For what?

Well, he was pretending

to be a saloon proprietor

looking for hostesses to hire.

And since hostess

usually meant prostitute,

you think that

he was specifically

- targeting prostitutes.

- Yes.

Targeting prostitutes

like Jack the Ripper.

Exactly.

As a history student,

you should be aware

that Jack the Ripper

was in London, not here.

Mm-hmm. Yes,

of course I know that.

And as you should know,

he was never found,

he was never identified.

He just stopped killing

all of the sudden.

Correct,

but that doesn't mean or...

You know, I might not

be a psych major,

but do you really think that Jack

the Ripper just became sane?

That he was cured

all of a sudden?

That he was just, like,

"I think I'm gonna stop

doing all this killing

and become a normal guy?"

I'm sure I don't know.

Jack the Ripper

never stopped killing

he just moved.

So the Ripper's

famous killing spree

was in Whitechapel, London.

In 1888.

- The Victorian era.

- Mm-hmm.

So, he murdered prostitutes

and eluded

the finest police force

on the planet at that time.

A police force that was using

forensic techniques

to track him.

And still

they didn't catch him,

but they came close.

Too close for his comfort.

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