From Hell to the Wild West Page #2

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So, he moved.

He fled to the U.S.,

and I have proof of this.

You have proof of

the Ripper or Tumblety?

I have proof of Tumblety's

escape from London to the U.S.

If he was the Ripper,

why would he come

all the way to California?

It was the Wild West

at that time.

Yeah, "Wild" being

the operative word.

It was the 1890s.

People used to go

missing here all the time.

Bear attacks,

Indians, shoot-outs.

It was the Frontier.

So, you think the Ripper

sought out a place

where the murders

would go unnoticed.

Yes, that's right.

There were policemen

in the West.

Oh, yeah, tough lawmen

to be sure.

But, I mean, they had

no idea what the concept

of a serial killer was

at that time.

And, frankly, they didn't

really have the intellect

to outwit such

a methodical man.

They probably couldn't even

conceive of a person

who would kill for pleasure.

I have as a matter

of record

that they were chasing

the wrong man.

They even formed posses

to help chase him.

[Gunshots]

[Grunts]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots]

Cease fire!

U.S. Marshal.

I'm here for Mr. Buchinski.

So are we, damn it.

We found him first!

At that reward, it's ours!

Get the hell

on out of here, law dog!

This man killed

two of my men,

including my brother.

There ain't no way

he goes free.

[C*cks gun]

[Gunshot]

[Groans]

There was only one lawman

smart enough to figure it out.

He was a Marshal

from Shasta County.

I'm not here to arrest you.

I read the police report.

I saw the evidence.

Let me see that badge.

You claim you didn't

kill those women.

That's goddamn right.

You stated a crazy man

did the killings.

He was more like a devil.

The correct term

is psychopath.

But you're right,

he is from Hell.

[Horse neighs]

No, no, no, I'll do it.

No, don't go wandering off.

- You'll get lost.

- [Horse neighs]

- You stay at my side.

- Yes, ma'am.

Don't speak to anyone,

understand?

- Yes, ma'am.

- [Horse whinnies]

Where is everyone?

Can't rightly say.

Ain't seen anyone

since we got here.

Find the saloon proprietor.

And I need a room and whatever

passes for a hotel here.

Yes, ma'am.

- Go! Now.

- Yes, ma'am.

- [Horse whinnies]

- Hello!

These small town people

have no manners at all.

So where can I find

this crazed killer?

There's a little town

up there somewhere.

What's it called?

It was abandoned.

I didn't catch the name.

I was trying

to save my own hide.

But... but you remember

where it is, right?

You couldn't pay me

to go back there.

Good, 'cause I'm not

offering you any money.

Well, friend, then you got

less than nothing.

Oh, I've got something,

all right.

Something better than money.

I can offer you freedom.

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