The Town That Dreaded Sundown Page #5

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Some folks call me Sparkplug.

Well, now, Sparkplug, I'd kinda like

to survive this investigation.

Unless I tell you

it's an emergency,

I want you to observe

the speed limits and traffic signs.

No sirens and no red lights.

You understand that?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, Captain.

More and more police

poured into Texarkana.

Texas Rangers, Arkansas State Police,

and the FBI are now on the case.

Sheriff's departments

and city policemen

have been loaned

from surrounding towns and counties.

Captain Morales set up curfews

and demanded an exhaustive

level of vigilance.

And when the sun when down

there was an empty,

ghostly appearance to this town.

The only signs of life

were police cars

patrolling the streets.

The investigative forces

worked around the clock.

Every lead was run down.

Every phone call,

every rumor checked out.

All the nuts came out

of the woodwork.

A man arrested in Shreveport

confessed to the crimes.

Two other criminals,

while holding people at gunpoint,

bragged they had committed

the Texarkana murders.

Forty-five.

What'd you say

your name was?

The phantom.

Where'd you say

you did the shooting?

Over over there

in the south side.

Have you got the weapon?

I" I throwed it in the river.

I could show you

where I throwed it, though.

Mr. Williams,

could I please get an address?

Citizens poured

into the police station

demanding protection,

as the fear spread like cancer.

I can't hide from nobody.

Can't help that,

I got something on my mind.

Well, let's have it.

On March 3, Samuel Fuller

and Linda Mae Jenkins

were attacked on a lonely road.

Now, exactly 21 days later,

Emma Lou Cook and Howard Turner

were murdered on a lover's lane road.

Day after tomorrow is Sunday,

that's, uh, April 14.

And that, sir, is exactly 21 days

since the last

Don't go no further.

I got a feeling you're right.

- Let's get outta here.

- Yes, sir.

That's good.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

Captain Morales decided

to set up some decoys

in the various

lover's lane parking areas,

anticipating a 21-day attack.

Return to headquarters, unit six.

Sparkplug, not realizing

the exact nature of the assignment,

volunteers to be one of the decoys.

Oh, Lord,

here comes your date.

Hey, Sparkplug,

aren't you a little lopsided?

Go to hell, Ramsey.

They tell me all Sparky had to do

to find that outfit

was dig in the back

of his closet.

Look at those legs.

Shut up, will you?

Just keep it up!

You all knock it off.

Remember now,

keep low in your seats.

He may check you out with field glasses

before he approaches the car.

When you first get into position,

check with your rifleman.

They'll be in the brush coverin' you.

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