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, shit!

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!

Shit!

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 fuck.

I'll get them all next time.

Son of a bitch!

Epinephrine kicks ass!

Hey! Hey!

Let's get the gurney, Gus.

Abel, I'll get you to a hospital. Abel?

You piece of shit.

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 cunt!

That's for shut the fuck 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 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 fucker under control!

Shit!

Frank!

I can't believe you fucking guys!

You're supposed to be watching him!

- You all right? You good? - Fuck you!

- You're all right. Let me see. - Get out of my way.

- Where the hell is Plenkov? - Let me see!

Shit. Fix that!

Call for backup! I got Plenkov!

Fuck!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

11, 12!

The lights out!

Midnight!

All right! This is it!

Let the day begin!

As you all know,

Ripper Day marks two things.