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This is the story behind the most incredible crime series

that have occurred in the city ​​of Seattle, Washington.

Never read about them in your local newspapers

either they saw it or they heard it on local radio or TV.

Because? because the facts were silenced

separated and deformed... in a word, counterfeit.

Saturday, April 1st, around 2:35 a.m. m.

Merrisa, one of the 3 dancers exotic from "Omar's Carp"

a well known bar in the Pioneer Square area.

She crossed the night in her way to st james street

where she would take the bus of the 3 that would take her

to her little apartment in the Shoreline Park area.

Eager to get to her house, She planned to take a bath and go to bed.

She never made it.

Who's there?

Please, can you take me?, alone I want to go to Shoreline Park.

There's someone back there, please!

Nights later at the bar press club in seattle

one named Tony Vincenzo, profession editor

Bilious curmudgeon by disposition.

knowledge renewed with an old dear comrade of the fourth state

- Hello Charlie. - Mr. Vincenzo, how are you doing?

- Cool. - Excellent.

The usual, Mr. Vincenzo?

- Yes Yes. - Good.

Where have you been living, in a cave?

There's a world of facts out there, Jump out and grab a glimpse of him.

He brings your brains out of hibernation.

You can't expect him to believe this, This makes no sense.

What is the difference if this is true?

You are a press man, not a critic.

- Yes I am. -Then he looks at this.

He glances around the corner.

See if there's someone there.

Let it seem as if he came from a centerfold performance.

Don't talk to me about responsibility reporter, chicken brain.

I know more about the press since the day I was born than you now.

- Oh yeah. - Oh yeah.

Can you read or do I have to tell you what it says?

Look, right here...

V-A-M-P-I-R-O, vampire, that's what he says here.

Can you read the coroner's report?

"The blood taken from victim's body...

- Yeah. - Very rare.

There is nothing wrong with me.

- Yeah. - Very rare

Vincenzo!

Hello, Carl.

- What are you doing in Seattle? - What were you doing in Las Vegas?

You fired me, that's what you did.

No, no, I didn't fire you.

Then, you can hire me.

Right, Vincenzo?

Let's be direct, Mr. Kolchak...

No carnival or tactics jokers in this diary.

This is not the fun house.

This is Seattle.

We have patterns here, we our P's and Q's matter.

We exactly We stick to the scheme.

Yes Mr. Crossbinder.

He can count on me to patch up your P's and Q's, sir.

That's what happened with Cottons Mather, huh?

Don't underestimate it.

He may be old, but hides the most ardent one.

So what is my first job?

Which is the topic?

Well, crime one, 3 days ago.

A dancer named Merrisa, she was strangled in an alley.

Tuesday, April 24, first stop, police station.

To introduce myself and see if there was recent information

about the crime of Ethel Parker.

There was nothing new.

Nothing useful had been contributed by the victim's friends.

her loved ones and her family.

Not even the forensic medical examination.

Beyond that, the crime led to nothing.

Make an appointment with my secretary.

I said make an appointment.

- I don't make appointments. - You'll have to do it.

- Captain, I would like to make a... -Morrison.

Captain, I... wait one moment! what's happening?

I just want to talk to the Captain.

Second stop, "The Store of Omar", no scoop.

Ethel Parker never involved with clients.

She had no known enemies, She kept her affairs private.

Single, all her relatives They live in Massachusetts.

She had left this valley of tears without making a lump.

Third stop, the apartment by Charisma Beauty.

First name, Gladys Wheems.

Another of the dancers from "Omar's Store"

- Charisma Beauty? - Who are you?

Who is there Wilma?

Miss Beauty?

Yes, it's me.

Excuse me, may I?

My name is Kolchak, and I work for the Daily Chronicle.

I would like to make some You ask if he doesn't mind.

- Do you want a chocolate? - No, thanks.

What I want to ask you is...

She was nothing short of helpful.

and soon I left the hairdresser, a little insecure because of the looks

who directed me male, Wilma Krankheimer.

Fourth stop, the house floating by Luisa Harper.

The last of the three club dancers

Sherezada?

- Luisa Harper? - Oh hello.

I can't talk to you now, I'm late for class.

If she wants to sell me something, come back later.

I really don't have money for extra expenses.

So don't waste your time.

- Yes, but I... -Hey, I'd like to talk.

But I'm late, Professor Brown is going to kill me.

My grades are not very good.

I won't get out of the bottom if I don't graduate.

I just don't have enough time to do everything I need to do.

I can introduce myself?

My name is Kolchak, I work in the Daily Chronicle.

When could I make some Questions about Ethel Parker?

She'll have to go to the club, she's the one only way for us to talk.

I'm very late, teacher is going to fix me.

Thanks for the information.

You are welcome.

He knows there was a crime, right?

I just know that Seattle is the biggest. Northwest seaport.

The men enter and They go out all the time.

And the murderer probably He's in Yokohama now.

Bye!

She was wrong...

He was still in Seattle. working on the list of his victims.

Innkeeper Gail Manning.

He had some time after 2:00 a.m. m.

on the morning of Thursday, April 6

a block and a half from the first crime.

Up there guys.

Captain, what are you trying to do? do about this?

Who are you?

My name? Kolchak, from the Daily Chronicle.

I would like to make a pair of questions about this.

- Get this bastard out of my ass. - Can you wait a minute?

Captain, I have many problems to deal with.

Choke, precise and fast, no new items.

That was all they told us.

Until the medical report of the following afternoon.

There was Captain Roscoe Shubert

of the state police and his team.

Presenting, Doctor Christopher Webb.

From forensic medicine.

When checking the line of the victim's hair

we find what it seems be a needle prick.

near the base of the skull...

from where a small amount of blood was drawn.

Were there any punctures or leaks? of blood in Ethel Parker?

We haven't checked for punctures yet.

but there was apparently

a slight decrease in the blood content.

How light?

It's hard to say, maybe 6 or 7 CC.

Why wasn't it reported?

The amount lost was insignificant at that time.

- But not now. - You have a point...

Wait a moment, Doctor, who is this clown?

He hadn't seen it before.

- That? - Kolchak, Daily Chronicle.

- He does not remember me? - Oh, yes, how can I forget it?

Well Mr. Kolchak, can we continue?

- Ball. - Thank you very much, continue doctor.

As soon as we have all the facts this time.

Dissatisfied with what I heard in the medical report.

I paid a quick visit to the morgue.

and I found a nice assistant with a fondness for cane.

What he told me turned my liver

from a puncture and blood loss.

and explained why I didn't They had allowed us to look in more detail.

to Gail Mannig the night before.

Well, ah, no, no.

No, thank you, thank you very much.

This liter is for you alone.

We cannot relate both crimes unless we know

If Ethel Parker has a puncture too.

She has it...and that's not all.

Do you know something that the doctor doesn't know?

- Mm-hmm, - That?

First...

you owe me 10 dollars for a liter of Whiskey.

- As? - Yep.

I gave it to a morgue attendant.

Okay, she keeps talking.

Hurry up.

Ethel Parker not only she had a flat tire

at the base of the skull, and blood loss.

She also had a broken neck.

That is not very common in strangulation cases.

Gail Manning too his neck was broken.

And then?

Maybe I should tell you What the assistant told me.

He said that the murderer must be

an incredibly strong fuck

Not only were her necks broken, they were crushed.

Read, read.

- Wait a minute! - That's what that fuck said.

In the throats of both victims There were residues of putrefied meat.

as if they had been strangled by a dead man.

Friday, April 7, 10:21 p.m. m.

He wouldn't have believed it if he didn't. I would have seen with my own eyes.

But Luisa Harper's hips They could move as fast as her mouth.

- Move that ass, mamacita! - Take off all that sheath!

Get naked mommy!

Sherezada, ladies and gentlemen, the princess of the East.

And now, the world famous Charisma Beauty.

Get the Charisma slime out of them.

Why should I do that?

I like them.

I can't understand this, who writing it is crazy.

I will never graduate if They scratch me this course.

-The Princess of the East? - No, the babieca of the West.

I can not talk to you now.

- I have to study algebra, - Well, I'm good at figures.

I bet so, go away.

You know, if I could find the way not to eat.

I'm sure it would save a long time.

Yes, well, let's go...

Let's continue where we left off.

That is to say about the damn... thanks Charlie...

about the hell that's coming to see you dance, the regulars.

Did you find anyone strange?

Someone strange, someone mysterious?

They are all mysterious, They sit here and stare at you

with his big, big eyes.

Any of them could be the strangler.

What the hell is that?

Ah, it's the subway tour.

- Which? - The tour through the subway.

She goes down to the Seattle underground.

Are you fucking around?

Yes, there are ruins under the streets here.

What they call "Old Seattle"

- Isn't that true, Wilma? - Ah, I don't know, here.

Oh thank you, I love them these sandwiches.

Was she talking about the underground, yes?

Yes, you did it, mom.

There was a big fire in the 18th century or something.

And for some reason, which I don't know

They rebuilt it twice older than it was before.

Is Wilma correct?

Come on Gladys, she's almost show time.

Although the investigation was never one of my favorite pastimes.

I requested the services by one Titus Berry.

Keeper of Seattle Secrets

buried in the morgue from the Daily Chronicle.

Here we go.

- Thank you. - More than welcome.

I envy you.

Oh really?

The investigation. It is where joy lives.

- Joy? - And the fascination.

Let the others slip away

while they pick up their pieces contemporaries of gossip.

This is where the tenderloin is.

- The tenderloin? - Yeah.

For example, no one has yet mentioned

the notable similarities between the current series of strangulations

and other series

in the year 1951.

Or were they in '52?

- Yes, how similar? - Ah, extremely similar.

Really?

I wasn't exaggerating.

On March 27, 1952.

A certain Myra Johns was found strangled in a lot

in the Pioneer Square area.

On March 30 there was a second strangulation

in the same area.

On April 2, a third, the 5th, a fourth.

For April 14, 6 women They had been strangled.

All in the same area.

The stories said that certain "strange details"

had been restricted For the police.

I was wondering what they were.

It's shocking to think that we could have the same murderer from 1952.

Read.

- Again? - Again.

"Incredibly strong and featured the putrid features of a corpse"

They are the exact words from a man who saw it

- in action in 1952. - I can't publish this thing.

Why not?

If you don't know the answer Kolchak, I don't know about that.

I came to Seattle to have peace and peace of mind, and what do I get?

- Your again and another crazy story. -We will soon see if he is crazy or not.

How can an editor know that dick?

Because if he is the same murderer, he has not stopped killing.

Sunday, April 9, 1:42 a.m. m.

Joyce Gabriel, on the way to his house after a date.

She didn't know it was a bad idea to walk through Pioneer Square late at night.

One more.

Just calm down Miss Gabriel.

I never saw anything like that shit in my life.

I don't understand why I don't chased after killing her.

I just ran as fast as I could I could until I saw you.

- Miss Gabriel. - I'm telling you this for the last time.

It already has me tired and horny let it get into my pods.

Could you please let me do the questions, Mr. Kolchak?

- Clear. - Very good.

- How was it? - You're deaf?

Get away from that recorder too.

Now, what was it like?

My God, I hope I never see a face like that again.

He looked like a dead man.

- It seemed that? - A dead man.

Kolchak, I don't want to hear that nonsense.

What about the necks? Broken and rotten flesh?

I already told you, I don't want to hear That thing is also not official.

Who cares if it's official or not?

You know it and I know it.

I will buy the possibility that he is the murderer who strangled

to the 6 women in 1952.

But a man, not some kind of super dead man.

It's how he's been described more than once.

It tastes like shit if they have described it that way more than 2 times.

Let me finish my dad.

Where are you going?

Read!

An open invitation to the murderer.

Listen to this.

"It is my intention to tour the "Pioneer Square area streets"

"every night from now on"

Just let me try Kill me, if you dare.

He may be sick, but he is not crazy.

I'm giving this to you Mr. Kolchak

because he had the consideration

to put my name in your article about the strangulations of '52.

What... what is this?

Curiosity prompted me to search further back in the files.

to see if there had been others strangulations of that type.

1931? you must be fucking.

Here it is again... from March 29 to April 16.

Six chokes.

certain unwanted information repressed by the authorities.

Although a reporter named Jimmy Stacks, God bless him

He investigated until he uncovered unofficial information.

that some victims they lost some blood

and that the murderer was supposed to he was some kind of superman.

Women, did you notice? Always women.

- Fascinating. - That's the word, Mr. B.

Let's see, 1973 to 1952 is 21 years.

1952 to 1931...

They are 21 years old.

It's true, he hadn't noticed it.

That's a very good observation. For your part, Mr. Kolchak.

Could he be thinking what am I thinking?

Let's take a look.

- Mr. Berry. - Mr. Kolchak.

Can we try for 1889?

I don't want to read that thing.

Wait wait.

Only...

just read the first line.

Go Go.

Just the first line, give yourself a try.

Go Go.

Five identical series of murders since 1889?

- Identical? - Identical.

- Oh, come on Kolchak. - Almost identical.

There may be more than five.

Reports ceased in 1887 when the Chronicle was founded.

I'll go to Olympia tomorrow and check...

- Don't rush with that. - Wait. wait read the...

read the description of a witness in 1910.

I'll read it for you, damn, it's really hot.

"The maniac had the strength of 10 men

"and the face of a corpse with the cheekbones sticking out. "

through the flesh

- Isn't it very hot? - Wait, just wait.

Do you really expect me to publish that story?

of a corpse that walks around

strangling people and destroying their necks

for the last 84 years?

Because the police refused to distribute a sketch

that their own cartoonists had drawn up.

I proposed to Vincenzo to hire a cartoonist on our own.

His jaw is more pronounced, I think.

He is close, but he looked more boney.

So?

Yeah.

Was it similar to this?

That's what I saw.

Monday, April 10, 2:07 a.m. m.

On the 4th of July he arrived at Seattle early that year.

all the rockets exploding at the police station

90% of them directed at Vincenzo and me.

Do you know what they call this?

Irresponsible sensationalism.

Fast dollar journalism.

The nonsense journalism that one would expect to find

in a second-class city.

The sordid trademark of the journalism it is based on.

Not in public service but in private cash registers

Psychologists call it déjá vu.

The impression of having lived same experience before.

That was the whole point.

The thing...we didn't have any right to cause panic in the public.

In other words... the season tourism had started

and Seattle couldn't survive without it.

The thing...we didn't have any proof that supported our report

of a connection between the 5 crime series since 1889.

In other words... we knew more than we assumed.

That is to say... the authorities They had their eye on us.

especially me from now on.

That is... after a concise report.

Once again he had permanent residence

a pressure cooker ready to explode.

Let me read you a short memo.

I quote: "Any repetition of what was published this morning on the home page

whatever your orientation

will be grounds for dismissal of all those responsible.

I don't quote.

- Signature... - God.

You're right.

How could I allow Will this happen to me again?

How could I? I don't understand!

Can you stop me for a moment?!

We wasted a horrible pain in time

fighting hard for something obvious.

"There is no such thing as a vampire."

Was what everyone kept saying and the women continued to die.

Let's not play this stupid game again!

- Plus, it's a great story. - It's a fabricated story.

- Full of crazy speculation. - Crazy speculations?!

- Did your shit get full of shit? - Give me facts.

Or don't even come close to me, just facts!

Step number one.

My project in the search for facts He took me to the main library.

Where I spent the rest of the night reviewing

the collection of material from the Seattle Press.

The trail of the crimes It apparently came to an end in 1889.

But I found something very interesting.

According to the facts, every series of crimes

had happened every 18 years

which meant that our murderer, whoever or whatever

I only had a week and a day to Find the last three victims of him.

That night, around 11:45

He reduced that number to two.

High sir.

The identification of him please him.

Yes, of course, my identification, here.

Hey, you, stay there!

-Where did he go? - I saw no one.

Better call an ambulance, for the other fucks.

- I confiscate the camera. - Hey, give me my camera!

Well, this is...

Gentlemen, I want a review exhaustive of this area.

Focus on that

- Give me my camera! - I want you out of the zone.

- It's private property! - Hide her!

- I'll blame him for laziness. - You can't take that!

Give me that thing... hell, give it to me!

Pussy!

Just me and Molly

and a guy we make a trio

we are happy in me

blue sky

Mr. Joe Roberts, ladies and gentlemen.

What do you think if let's give a big applause huh?

Very good!

Very good.

The person in charge of the underground walk

from the forgotten city of Seattle beneath the modern streets

from Seattle.

That shopping center pole was designed

by whom I am now going to introduce you.

Writer, journalist, Mr. Bill Speidel.

Thanks a lot young men.

Welcome to the ride underground, friends.

Before continuing, I want tell them about the Abominable Mother...

After failing in my efforts to ensure that Shubert

he would return the movie to me of incidents with the police.

I decided to try another angle.

...to have a vision from the underground...

I called my friend, non-graduate dancer and I asked her

go with me for an afternoon walk through the underground.

Confessions of a journalist, Chapter 1

his stay with me had no nothing to do with history.

Those high school kids passed

five Saturdays in a row in the spring of 1965

stirring no less than tons of rubble down here

so that people like you do not know I would break my neck walking around here.

See where they go from here.

You gentlemen can help the ladies ha?

Twice a day when the tide comes in.

The sewer system keeps everything in order.

flowing to every bathroom and feeding a source.

The kids of those days They didn't grow up with Dr. Spock.

They grew up with the tide table.

Fly where they step, let's go this way.

It was another world down there.

a world of yesterday... sidewalks and warehouses.

exactly as it had been after the fire in 1889.

Windows designed to receive the light receiving only darkness now.

Ground floors of office buildings

now the basements unused of those buildings.

The Tomb of Ancient Seattle right under the living streets

of what Seattle is today.

Vintage year.

I'm too old for this dick

Want...?

I must see a doctor.

Arthritis.

Stomach problems.

Why did they have to come here?

Back.

She wouldn't have put my shoes on.

If I hadn't heard them coming.

My calluses are killing me

I have Charley's disease.

Varicose veins.

He's giving me a migraine.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Of course I'm fine.

Hey...

have you seen anyone more hanging around here

- that wasn't on the ride? - Yeah.

- Yeah? who? - You two.

Ah, funny.

Very funny.

Well, if you see someone, or, uh...

something hanging around here.

Contact me at this number.

And I'll give you 20 dollars.

Rent is cheap here.

I could live for 3 months on that, 5 dollars.

Hey, no thanks.

Nor I.

Corduroy it was an adorable afternoon.

I still think it's not good idea that you work at night.

- I've seen that crazy guy in action. - Ah, how exciting.

Are you going to pay my tuition?

That's funny, very funny.

I don't understand.

Where does he go between the killings?

We didn't find anything in the underground.

- No. - I do not understand this.

How can he run like a athlete, having superhuman strength

and look like a corpse?

And what does he do with all that blood?

It's like a kind of repetitive nightmare

- All of this has happened to me before. - What are you talking about?

Last year in Las Vegas when she worked for Tony Vincenzo

I uncovered a series of crimes

who were rejected by be committed by a vampire.

A true vampire.

A real one, coming out of the coffin in the night and bit in the jugular.

You do not believe me.

Neither the police there nor the FBI did it.

nor did Tony Vincenzo, until that in the end they had to believe it.

Since this was closed, however they have me by the balls

Preventing me from writing what i had seen

with my own eyes

blaming me for a crime.

- Crime? - Yep.

Yep, I finally nailed one stake the vampire in the heart.

- What do you think? - I think?

I think people will remember of this elevator ride

for the rest of their lives.

Let's go.

I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's not them.

Maybe it's me.

Hey, I think I know someone you should see.

There is a professor at the university.

She teaches anthropology.

She is very machete in all the rare pods that exist.

- Yeah? - Ghosts, demons, vampires

and well, you know, just name one.

You probably won't be so crazy for her.

but she is the only person who you should talk to.

Yeah? What is her name?

- Professor Crapwell. - That?!

How can a man almost 100 years old

retain the vitality of it?

It's possible?

If this would be possible

I would be a tremendous 80 year old culeaora.

However, the eternal Youth was not her purpose.

Alchemy was conceived like an exalted notion...

man and the universe united.

And please sit down.

Yes of course.

These men led spartan lives

They lived in the most modest rooms

eating the humblest foods.

The Count of San Germán, for example

lived on a diet that It consisted exclusively of oats,

spices, chicken

and a little wine.

It seems to me that such a diet would an old man before his time.

On the contrary.

He remained young for many years.

In addition to that, he said he was gifted

of almost superhuman strength.

Tell me, what else, huh...?

What other ingredients are there? in this elixir of life?

Milk or meat

cocuyos or honey

red wine vinegar

hair, sweat, blood.

What type of blood?

What do you mean by what type of blood?

Human blood, of course.

What are you laughing at?

Hello here.

- Can you give me a moment? - What are you doing here?

- I just want to talk to you for a minute. - About what?

Of the elixir of life.

"Study journalism" my old man told me.

"It seems like a good profession"

Do you want to hear this thing?

I would like to grow tulips for live, but there is not much demand.

Suppose an elixir of life could actually be produced.

How do you think it would work?

Do you think that a single treatment with

would cause eternal youth?

Or do you think that periodic treatments

- could be required, I mean... - Wait, don't tell me...

Let me guess, every 21 years?

What do you eat, you guess.

Suppose that at the end of this period of 21 years

the man who took the magic elixir

something started to look...

moldy, you know, that the he should look like...

a 100 year old man.

Suppose he had to do a new batch of the elixir.

And he had to do it in a period of 18 days.

Suppose one of the ingredients that he didn't have were...

- Blood. - Well said.

Suppose she had to go out during every night to get that blood.

Suppose he got it from the base of the victims' skull

using a hypodermic needle.

Suppose he was so strong that when

he strangled his victims he broke their necks.

Suppose the tips of your fingers They were starting to break down.

and he left fragments of them in women's throats.

Suppose you extend your arms and you fly out of this room.

Suppose you check the dictionary and find the meaning of the word "Acts"

- Facts! - Facts!

Facts!

As I was going home that night I He asked where the murderer was.

And if my theory about him was correct

partially true, or, as according to Vincenzo,

baseless, hopeless, and useless.

He asked me when and how he would get the last victim of him.

Since the area was closely watched now.

I didn't have to wonder for a long time.

Thursday, April 13, 1:25 a.m. m.

The dressing room of "Omar's Store".

Charisma Beauty was the simple Gladys Wheems again.

Dead, strangled and with a broken neck.

Her blood drawn from the base of her skull.

Wilma Krankheimer She was still in shock.

And also Luisa Harper.

She had found the body after her performance.

I have a couple of questions for you.

And she wasn't doing very well.

Captain, I must speak with you.

Come on, wait a minute! This is very important!

Captain Shuber is very busy.

- You can not pass. - I have to see it.

- You can not pass! - I'm going to pass!

- What's going on with this dick? - I told you that you were busy.

I've been trying to see it since 1:30 this morning.

- I won't leave until I do. - Alright.

- I'm sorry. - Alright.

You should put police women in the streets at night.

- I must do it? - If it should.

He has 5 days to catch that fuck Otherwise he will leave the hair to her.

- Is that so Mr. Kolchak? - Yes, that's right, that's right!

Every 21 years since 1889, he has killed 6 women

in exactly 18 days.

- exactly? - exactly.

Without a doubt we lack your eagle eye perception.

but we struggle to see the exact, precise pattern.

that you hold.

In 1889, there was no evidence

that the crimes were committed

within a period of 18 years, or that they were related.

-Did he check it? - Yes, we also do research.

To continue... in 1910 there was a report of blood loss

- in only 3 of the victims. - And then?

The description of the murderer was performed by a drunk fuck

- with tremendous pain... - What about the description of 1952?

Did he make them a damn turned into shit?

-He was president of a bank! - In 1952, there were 8 crimes.

committed during a period of 18 days, what does that do to his theory?

Two of them for stabbings which invalidates...

And after the sixth strangulation

a witness described killer like: I open quotes

"pretty good looking", I close quotes

Oh, so that means he peeled that one?

Well I... the witness obviously he made a mistake, that's how it should have been

Was it like that? Tell me, yes this is the same murderer

Why are there no traces of rotten flesh? in the throat of the last victim?

And one final question.

Why am I wasting my time with you?

-The facts mean nothing to you. - There is only one fact, Captain.

For next Tuesday that murderer It's going to disappear for 21 years.

and by the way that Police are in Pioneer Square

stuffed, he won't show his face.

Which face is that?

The face of your so-called super assassin

published by his newspaper?

So-called?!

I saw that so-called super murderer clean the street floor

with his so-called police force!

I have photos to prove it that you won't let me publish!

Tell me how long have you been in Seattle?

What does that mean?

How long have you been at the Chronicle?

A little less than 2 weeks.

Less than 2 weeks.

In that time have you found out How should we handle this case?

- I have been a reporter for 22 years! - I've been a police officer for 30!

So why doesn't he retire?

Listen, you don't Mr. Kolchak is liked.

I could say that I have him a very intense antipathy.

He has intruded here like If this were his private club.

He has interfered with the troops trying to do his job.

He has flooded the streets of Seattle with journalistic garbage.

He has stood on tiptoe struggled pushed

usurped and in general, has behaved

with the aplomb of a member of the Gestapo.

- GESTAPO? - Yes, GESTAPO.

If I ever see or hear anything from You, even if it's just for a moment.

I promise you that I personally put him in prison.

And get your arm off my watch!

You only have 5 days left.

And I tell him to go away and he stays out of it!

Cease, sir, cease, desist and get lost or whatever.

At least check the subway, The murderer is down there!

- It's not there! - That...

The underground was checked, we found nothing.

Sheila!

Yes, we did it without consulting you.

I hope you are good.

Sheila, show him the exit to Mr. Kolchak.

Good day sir.

- Kolchak! - I'll still make it.

I'm coming mom.

I warned you about planting microphones in the police department.

Yes and what?

So Shubert's office he just called Crossbinder.

Crossbinder called me, and again, thanks to you.

I'm in trouble.

- Because? - Because?

It's true? you got into it Shubert's office, you told him

how to handle the case, you said I suppressed the news

- And you ask why? - He is suppressing the news.

He doesn't know how to handle the case.

The murderer is down there, Tony, he's on the subway.

Why don't they make him get out of there?

He is hidden somewhere place that no one knows.

How the hell are they going to catch him then?

Putting that dick down, I don't know.

Did Crossbinder move his keys in the city right?

- What's with that? - You must talk to him to

pressure the police to do

what I want them to do!

Do you have any idea what you just said?

Of course, I just said it, didn't I?

No you don't know, finally It has happened, Kolchak.

You have become schizophrenic.

You will wear a cape and crown later

I'll tell you what finally happened.

You're out of time, you're exhausted.

- Molten? - Molten!

Because your mamaverga...

- You are out of history. - What am I what?

You heard me, you're out of the story.

Do you know what, Tony?

You're old, you're super old.

- Get out, get out! - "Get out! get out!"

Just a little article Mr. Kolchak.

Mark Twain.

- The fifth paragraph below. -The fifth paragraph below...

Two, three, oh yes.

"Mr. Twain wrote with his typical style

"who had had a very intriguing chat with...

"with a local doctor

"who maintained that physical immortality..."

This is very good, Mr. Berry, very good.

"That immortality physics was not only possible

"but probable, indeed, practical.

"Mr. Twain commented...

than the name of the doctor "It was Dr. Richard Malcolm"

You have nothing on this Richard Malcom

- TRUE? - Just a small article.

Dr. Richard Malcolm was a member

of the original staff of the Westside Mercy Hospital

when it opened in 1882.

This is the story original and photography

The civil War?

He was a surgeon in the Union army.

Is that hospital still standing?

I don't think so, Mr. Kolchak.

I think there is a clinic there now.

I made a quick trip to the clinic waiting for them to have

Westside Mercy Hospital Archives

hidden away in his basement.

I asked Mr. Berry to will review your own files

and he would find everything he could about Dr. Richard Malcom.

I never had to look for the basement for those files.

I found the answer right at the reception.

Sir, if you don't come down immediately

I'll call the police

Did you hear me, sir?

Alright then.

Very good! call the police and Tell them we have a madman here.

Tell them to come quickly. Get off that dick already!

Malcolm Richards, M.D., the waterfront doctor-saint.

Founder of the Richards Free Clinic.

Also know as Richard Malcom M.D.

of the Union Army, our time killer.

This is horrible Mr. Kolchak!

Quite the opposite Mr. Berry.

There it is official.

Tony?

It is regrettable, Mr. Kolchak

that the plates of iron and mouth seals

They were banned years ago.

Will you wait a moment and leave this out?

I warned you Kolchak.

Congratulations, Kolchak.

You have created a new peo.

the discredit of a saint.

No shit, I didn't invent the resemblance.

between Dr, Malcolm Richards and Dr, Richard Malcolm.

I did not invent the fact that Westside Mercy Hospital

of which Dr. Richard Malcolm was personal

is in the same place as the Malcolm Richards clinic.

Why don't you have an exhibition? about Dr. Schweitzer, Mr. Kolchak?

Or the death of Mahatma Gandhi?

As for this shit eternal youth, I hate it.

Well, I can see why.

-Like he said? - Don't worry.

We are not here for anything personal vituperation.

- Do you know that word? - That?

Vituperation.

That's what I said, I pronounced it right.

Listen, you, he's been arrested

He is like this about going to prison and...

-There he is! -Who is this fuck?

Mr. Berry, come in, come in! I've been waiting for it to come!

Yes, yes, do you...?

He got it?

- Yes, I thought maybe... - Mr. Berry thought well.

Who is this man?

Don't you know him? He works for you.

Down in Investigations, sir

- for 35 years. - Well well.

and the research It's the crux of this.

Yes, here we are.

"Mr. Richard Malcolm lived in new york city

until 1868 when he moved to Seattle"

Very good Mr. Berry, very good.

"A few months before he left..." from New York, this is...

"six women were strangled in a period of exactly 18 days

"their larynxes were destroyed and their necks broken. "

Two of them had small injuries to the base of the skull

1868, I might add, It's exactly 21 years

before the first series of crimes in Seattle, Mr. Vincenzo.

After the fire of 1889 which his wife

his stepson and his daughter died from smoke inhalation

"Dr. Richard Malcolm disappeared."

1889, as we know, turns out to be the year

the year in which the first series

of six crimes happened, Mr. Vincenzo.

Yes, in 1910, Dr. Malcolm Richards appeared

in the now gone Westside Mercy Hospital.

of which Dr. Richard Malcolm was formally member of staff...

"and built his clinic above the original site"

1910 by coincidence, it turns out to be

the year in which the second group of crimes occur.

- Kolchak? - Again, more broken necks

- and more blood loss. - Now, listen Kolchak...

Wait a minute... wait a minute!

"In 1931, it was reported that he had developed some kind of

"strange and degenerative Skin illness. "

Dr. Malcolm Richards disappeared.

1931, by coincidence, It turns out to be the year in which

the third group of crimes similar occur. Mr. Vicenzo.

Photos, do you have any photos?

- Oh yeah. - Did you get some?

Wonderful, wonderful, let's see...

Excuse the... clumsiness of your hands

but my wrists get in the way a little because of his...

...bracelets.

This is the photograph by Dr. Richard Malcolm

and the slightly retouched photograph

by Dr. Malcolm Richards are identical even in the scar

above the right eyebrow.

This photo was taken during the Civil War

when Dr. Richard Malcolm was a surgeon

in the Union Army.

The photo of Dr. Malcolm Richards

It was taken in 1926.

shows a man in his forties

As someone who is almost 90 years old?

Does he look like 40?

Facts, gentlemen, facts.

And good?

Yes, well?

- You shut up. - I mean, uh, well...

To be supposed to Let's congratulate you?

Find it sir!

Go down to the underground and look for him.

They haven't searched enough.

Put some policewomen in the area, lure it out of its lair.

And, Mr. Editor.

You might consider publishing the story.

It's news, sir, not rumors.

It's news!

That will be enough, Mr. Kolchak.

Perhaps, Mr. Kolchak, It would be a good idea

if you wait outside for a moment.

Delighted, sir, delighted.

If you can remove these bracelets from me.

Very good Judd!

Come here and take the handcuff this guy.

Thank you.

I just wait for your decision gentlemen.

Yes, sir, Llewellyn... I want say, Mr. Crossbinder.

It will be done, you can count on that.

Come on, Judd.

Oh damn.

Good, Carl.

I don't know how I did it but I got you out of trouble.

- You did it? - Yep.

You're a genius, Tony!

You are a genious!

-What about the story? - There is no story.

- As? - That's right, there is no story.

They will handle it their way.

Will they handle it... huh?

- I kill them! - Kolchak!

Didn't you hear what I said?!

Don't you know what's going to happen?!

If they don't catch Malcom out of there

he will get his sixth victim elsewhere

and he will disappear for 21 years.

Don't you know what's going to happen?!

They don't want to create panic in the city.

just because of you, kolchak, period!

- Your next job... - You have not changed.

you are the same bag that you were in Las Vegas.

- Your next job... - You're on his side.

You are going to cover the Festival Daffodil in Puyallup.

And you're lucky to have that.

Puyallup?

It was with deep regret that I chose to cover the joys

from Daffodils in Puyallup, but I had other plans.

Saturday, April 15, 2:00 a.m. m.

We start...

an exotic dancer and a reporter who

despite the air confidence reflected in his eyes

She prayed to heaven that she wasn't sending her death sentence.

She didn't help me conscience that Luisa Harper

she immediately she was agree to help me.

she is horny as she was death of her companions.

Damn, stop looking at the sides as if you suspected something!

Walk naturally.

- I'll be behind you. - It's easy for you to say.

Just act normal.

The first three nights They passed without incident.

Most of the time we spend trying to avoid the police.

On the fourth night, pods began to pass.

Denver-14, Denver- 14, family lawsuit.

278, New Northridge.

No...

I won't look back.

Unit 19, Unit 19, 211 in progress.

813 Kelso Street, use Code 3.

Understood.

Unit 8, unknown disturbance

8390 Olympus. See the man.

- Duncan Unit One, 0-1... - Put her in the car, quickly.

Okay, that's over. party, get into the vehicle.

- What are they doing here? - He is detained.

- Get into the vehicle. - Take your hands off me.

- Don't push me! - Shut the hell up!

To all Units in proximity to Main Branch

Be alert for a vehicle year 36 coupe.

Blue blue hood.

Who's there?

We close.

Please go, We close during the night.

No! No!

April 19, 3:00 a.m. m.

The police station was a bunch of activity.

a three ring madhouse for the reaction to the sixth death.

Even Captain Shubert seemed know what they had had now,

that unless a miracle happened his prey had been buried again

and he wouldn't show his dead face

for the next 21 years.

A certain underrated reporter he knew it too...

he knew it, and he was ready of being bound by it.

Hey Shubert, well?

- Kolchak. - Well, Shubert?

- I told that guy! - Kolchak!

I told him, but he stopped me balls? No, he didn't stop me.

"I have been a police officer for 37 years"

And a güebón rolitranco! for twice that time!

You were supposed to be in Puyallup with the Daffodils!

- Where? - I would like to leave you here forever.

- I would like them to love you for a million years.

- If you don't close your trunk... - What's wrong with you?

You should see a doctor, I'm serious.

You speak terrible, it's atrocious.

What have you done to that one? poor man?

He had never seen anyone so close to madness before.

...he just disappeared, we corner in the alleys

behind the Richards clinic and he disappeared in one fell swoop.

Vincenzo was so horny, that he took me an hour

get rid of him and alone because I promised

go straight to bed.

Maybe no one else knew What was happening.

But he was sure that I did.

Our man must have a way of entry and exit.

somewhere secret from the underground.

and at the base of your old clinic he had to be.

Right here. In the shadow.

- Aren't you going to go down there? - You stay here.

What the hell is that?

It seems to be a great ventilation duct there

Where does it lead?

On the other side, I'm going to check it out.

-Carl! are you OK? - Yes, sure.

You stay there, I'll come back.

Just when I was thinking of giving given up, I found it.

It's in there, give me 30 minutes, and then call the police.

- And tell them where I am. - What are you going to do?

Get my exclusive, what do you think?

I think you're crazy, I think so.

Just do what you want I said, I'm going to continue.

Here it was...the hidden city under the Seattle subway.

I was descending into the world of yesterday.

The world of the 19th century.

From bustle pads and crowns of high pompadour

in the hands of Queen Victoria.

The private world of Dr. Richard Malcolm.

Who are you.?

- Are you...? - Who are you.?

Carl Kolchak of the Daily Chronicle.

How did it get here?

Through...

the basement of his clinic.

Clinic? don't have clinic Why do you say that?

But you are...

You are Dr. Richard Malcolm.

I've seen it somewhere before.

Nooo.

Ha, well you almost He killed me the other day.

- In the alley. -What is he doing here?

What am I doing here?

I thought I could go down and investigate about you.

And so I could tell you to my readers.

Their what?

My readers.

Your readers, did you hear that?

no one will know again of you again.

- I think I'll go now. - You have desecrated my world, sir.

I won't allow him to live here, be here...

exist here.

I'm just silent reporter doing his job.

He lowers himself very well, sir, huh...

Kolchak, sir.

Daily Chronicle, sir.

So he wants a story. He wants a story, honey.

What do you think? Let's see if there is time.

Yes, we have time.

Why not, why not?

It seems fair that some another person in the world

must know the facts

before he dies.

Yes, Mr. Kolchak.

I'm not going to bore you with the details. of how I developed my formula.

Suffice it to say that the additive

what he lately did that works on me

it was the blood of women extracted from their brains

within 7 seconds to her death.

I found that 6 were needed to supply the amount of blood

that was necessary for the period of 18 days.

in which the elixir It was prepared and consumed.

In 1868 I took the elixir for the first time.

So thinking that my immortality was assured

I decided to perfect and refine the formula...

hoping to extend its benefits to humanity.

Without more limitations for time and death.

How many wonders on this earth Could men... achieve?

Yeah.

And then...

in 1889...

my world collapsed.

Yes, 1889.

His family died and You started to get old.

He will listen?

- Or are you going to interrupt? - No no!

I listen, I listen.

I discovered that the effects of the elixir

They were not permanent.

I started to get older.

He had to kill again.

Restore me.

That's why it looks like it does now, right?

Yeah.

Stage by stage

in 18 days.

It's the way the elixir works.

Yes, and then I will be another 21 years old.

to make its effects permanent.

21 more years?

It's all that ever will come to have right?

That's not true, I'll find the answer eventually.

Eventually?

How many more women must die?

What are a few lives compared with immortality Mr. Kolchak?

This is the sixth and final dose.

I must take it in a short time

and the revitalization will be complete.

If I don't take this last dose now

the process will be reversed.

But I'll take it.

Because?

Hey mate.

Yeah!

THE KILLER FOUND

What about me?

Vincenzo, what kind of Disgusting deal is this?!

- Calm down, Carl, calm down. - Don't call me "Carl"

I have heard of the sensationalists traitors before.

- But I don't believe this! - Hang on a minute...

What is this shit? "unknown identity"?

Where is my story?

- Do you want your story? - Yep.

Alright, I'll give you your story.

The 20 copies.

What do you mean by 20 copies?

It was all we printed, before Crossbinder stopped her.

What are you amazed at? I am the puppet!

I thought they had printed on all!

Why didn't you print it? you are the editor in chief!

What's the matter?

Do you think there is any difference between this city and Las Vegas?

But they saw it, Tony, everyone saw it!

Even Shubert saw it!

Nobody in Seattle will admit than a dead

will be wandering around his city killing people since 1889.

But I was enough bag to think they would!

So that's it, huh?

I'm scraped, correct Vincenzo?

I feel bad about that Carl.

Why do you feel bad Tony?

- You still have a job. - I don't deserve that, Carl.

If you had balls, something

- you would go up to the roof and... - No shit! I've had enough!

Me too! never come back to do me a favor!

Do you a favor?

- Ungrateful Mamaverga... - Ungrateful?

What do you want me to do, thank you?

No! Just get off this dick, get out!

And the next time I You're doing me a favor, you hear?

When you see me again, just follow your path!

With great pleasure! And thanks Vincenzo.

Thanks for nothing!

Hello?

Yes, sir, Yes Mr. Crossbinder.

Right, I'll be there.

There it is, another tale of defeat snatched from the jaws of triumph.

Another case of unrewarded virtue, of dishonesty which is the best policy.

- Rampant injustice... - Are you going to shut up?

and you are going to turn off that pod and Will you let me sleep a little?

You will never achieve publish that story.

Don't tell me what I'll have published

- Nobody is going to kill this story. - They already killed her.

- Bury her. - Not here, no sir.

I would like to see someone closing my trunk for her.

- Can someone shut you up? - You are a passenger in this car.

This is my car Do you remember what you said?

"I don't want to see you again, "I don't want to talk to you again."

- You remember? - Yes, I remember.

- That was before they kicked me out. - Yes, that is correct.

Do not worry about That's it, you'll love New York.

- NY? - NY.

Yep. that's where we're going.

And you're lucky to be with me.

I guess I should consider myself lucky too.

- Correct. - Oh Kolchak.

Do you know what I have heard

right about everything What do I want to take from you?

or even hear again?

Do you think you have problems?

There I was, one semester about to get my degree

in Psychology And what happens?

You showed up at my boat house one day

Labia, pure Kolchak labia!

Compared to you I have a rag tongue.

And before giving me realize what was happening.

There she was being insulted by that...

police captain

Yes Yes Yes.

Peace! Can I have some peace?

Please, some peace!