My Soul To Take Page #2

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,

make yourself known!

Make yourself known!

Make yourself known!

Make yourself known!

Make yourself known!

Make yourself known!

Fear ye, Ripper!

Fear ye the Ripper!

Shut up!

- What did I do?

- Bug is freaking out.

Fear ye the Ripper!

Oh, my God. What is that?

It's coming from the woods.

- Whoa! Nice, Jay.

- Damn right.

Come on, Bug, it's just

a puppet. Knock it over.

Fear ye the Ripper!

Come on,

you can take him, Bug!

Get in there, you p*ssy!

Look at how scared he is!

- Push him over.

- Down on your knees, Bug!

Slay that beastie, Bug.

Damn, that is a big mother.

Bug, come on!

Get him!

What are you doing?

I can't do this!

But you must, or we'll die!

Come on, Bug. Just knock him down!

That's all you have to do.

This is the police.

Disperse immediately!

Cops!

You're in violation of the

Riverton midnight curfew!

Return to your homes

immediately

or your parents will face

prosecution. Bug, run!

Police brutality!

You want brutality?

I'll show you brutality!

God damn it!

Watch the tree, Jerome.

Sorry, Bug, sorry.

You're good?

He's still alive. It's okay.

Grab my hand.

I'm blind, Bug.

Not you.

You good?

Who's this?

It's not cool.

Why the hell

are there cops here?

Jerome, big log. Big log.

Get down.

What the f*** was that?

Why did they stop us?

Go home!

Ripper Day has been

officially canceled.

Just better sit and wait.

Why so glum, chum?

I failed.

Because you

couldn't kill him?

Now we're all going to die,

and it's my fault.

No! That's bullshit Brandon made up.

If he was so worried about it,

he should have killed it himself.

That puppet was scary.

Thanks.

And the coat was creepy. You added

some moss and grass and sh*t, right?

Yeah, man, he lived under

the river for like 16 years.

He's primeval, baby!

If he rode in an ambulance

on the way to the hospital,

how did he get the coat

and everything?

In my version, the day after

Plenkov supposedly drowned

his house was

burglarized, right?

And he took the boots,

the coat, his whole outfit.

Why would a burglar

just take clothes?

A burglar wouldn't, Bug.

But Plenkov would,

if he was still alive!

Exactly!

The Ripper's alive?

Could be. I thought you

said he was just a ghost.

No, he's dead.

No. Not necessarily.

They never found his body.

And nobody really knew him

or his wife very well.

They were new to Riverton.

Yeah.

And, Plenkov could look completely

different after 16 years!

Like, cosmetic surgery, hair

transplants, Weight Watchers.

And he could have

changed his name.

Snuck back into Riverton

to get his revenge this year.

He could be

Principal Pratt!

Shut the f*** up!

I got to get home, guys.

Wait, are you guys

set for tomorrow?

- For what?

- The buzzard thing or whatever.

Condor.

Yeah, we made

a sock puppet.

A sock puppet? You'll put your class to sleep!

A good show-and-tell

needs shock-and-awe!

It's my fault. I was too scared

about tonight to think about it.

Listen, Bug.

I'm scared of the Ripper, too.

You are?

I got to cross that

bridge twice a day.

I do what my

grandma taught me.

Spit in the river, and

he won't come after me.

That works?

Yeah, for 16 years.

See you, guys!

See you.

I got to go.

We should go, too.

Quint is going to kill me if

he catches me out this late.

I don't know

about this new curfew.

We should've let

them kill him first.

Kill who?

Plenkov.

The Ripper.

Very creative.

That's why every kid in

Riverton has Ripper nightmares

and the adults have

memorial services.

It's time to move on!

Leave the past behind.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

I'm glad

they're getting rid of it.

Rid of what?

That damn ambulance.

Pratt, the new principal

at the high school

convinced the chamber of

commerce it was bad for tourism.

What?

No, no, no! It's a memorial.

That's why it's still here.

Tourism, Bob. Tourism is

where everything is going.

"Let's go to Riverton, honey,

"where that crazy f***er killed

seven people and his wife."

Not.

What the hell?

Fear ye the Ripper!

I spit in the river!

I spit in the river!

Bug!

Alex!

No! Please, no!

What just happened?

You better be in bed.

I'll kick your punk ass

if you ain't!

If you f*** with me,

you'll be sorry!

Shithead!

Fear ye the Ripper.

The California Condors

are magnificent birds.

They can fly 15,000 feet high,

cruise at 55 miles per hour

and cover 150 miles

in a single day.

And they're so big, they're often

mistaken for small airplanes on radar.

I mean... I mean,

they're huge.

That's amazing.

You're listening

to The Birding Hour,

and the guest tonight

is Dr. Richard Cooper,

national expert on

the California Condor

and author of the bestselling

book, Keeper of the Souls.

Please, Dr. Cooper, this is

fascinating. Tell us some more.

They've been pulled back

from the brink

of extinction a bit.

They're hanging in there.

The California Condor has

always captured the imagination.

A Native American

medicine man once said,

"It's true that the

condor literally eats death.

"But the great bird

is not sickened by this.

"No, it has a secret.

"It keeps the souls of all the

fallen creatures it consumes.

"And they are its treasure

and its protection.

"And with each soul

it takes in and shelters

it grows larger and wiser.

"Too large and wise to ever

succumb to death itself."

Well, we all know that

the California Condor

was near extinction.

It's so nice to hear that they

have a fighting chance now.

Oh, they are surviving with the

help of some terrific people.

And they have some very interesting

ways of defending themselves, too.

Really? Could you share some of those?

Not on the radio.

And please watch over the missionaries,

our soldiers in foreign lands,

the President, Mom and Dad, and

especially the seven of us, this day.

Is this the year?

It feels like it.

I know you can't tell me,

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