Sgt. Mal Griffin: [Trying to bait the killer, Griffin and Benson are stationed on a lonely road in a car late at night, with Benson dressed as a woman] Ah, Sparky. Ah, Sparky.
[reaches over and touches Benson in a sexual manner]
Patrolman A.C. Benson: [turning to him] What the hell do you think you're doing?
Sgt. Mal Griffin: You heard the captain, we're supposed to make this look good. Now, we're supposed to be lovers. I might get a little lovin' before the night's over.
Patrolman A.C. Benson: You watch that hand.
[Griffin touches him again]
Patrolman A.C. Benson: Man, what the hell's wrong with you?
[Griffin starts laughing]
Patrolman A.C. Benson: Watch the hand!
Sgt. Mal Griffin: [indicating Benson's fake breasts] What I - What I can't understand is... how come that one's bigger than this one?
[bursts out laughing]
Patrolman A.C. Benson: I'd like to know what difference it makes. You think I'm gonna let the son of a bitch come in and fondle one before I blow his head off?
Narrator: And when the sun went down... there was an eery, ghostly appearance to this town.
Patrolman A.C. Benson: What the hell is wrong with you, boy? You try that again and the Supreme Court of the United States ain't gonna be able to save your ass!
Emma Lou Cook: I bet you miss Japan.
Buddy Turner: Why?
Emma Lou Cook: All those Japanese girls scrubbing your back.
Buddy Turner: I must say they do know how to please a man.
Emma Lou Cook: Well if you haven't been pleased with me for the last six weeks you can just take me home.
Buddy Turner: I didn't say you didn't please me. You started it!
Emma Lou Cook: Well... I'm just on edge.
Emma Lou Cook: Buddy, you better not go down this road or you're gonna get stuck.
Buddy Turner: Oh it's ok there's gravel on it.
Deputy Norman Ramsey: I think the occupants of this parked vehicle have been abducted!
Narrator: Texarkana looked normal during the daylight hours. But everyone dreaded sundown...
Deputy Norman Ramsey: We ain't never gonna catch him, are we Captain?
Captain J.D. Morales: You want an official or a private reply?
Deputy Norman Ramsey: Private.
Captain J.D. Morales: If we do catch him... it's gonna be a miracle.
Narrator: Texarkana today still looks pretty much the same. And if you should ask people on the street what they believe happened to the Phantom Killer, most would say that he is still living here... and is walking free.
Narrator: People were afraid to walk in front of their windows after the sun went down. Newspapers stopped making early morning deliveries, with newspaper boys waiting until daylight to make their rounds, and Western Union stopped making night deliveries. Over 150 police cars now cruised the dark streets, alleys, parks and parking areas of Texarkana from darkness until dawn in the most intense manhunt ever mounted in the southwest: Friday, May 25th, Saturday May 26th, and Sunday, May 27th, the target dates for his regular 3 week strikes came and passed with nothing happening. The manhunt intensified, 9 different police organizations now had officers in marked and unmarked patrol cars now operating in the Texarkana area.
Rainbow Johnson: That's him! That's him! Mister, you owe me a dollar for driving you today! And ten dollers for taking ya to Lefkin!
Eddie LeDoux: [to the cops] What's the matter with that donkey? He crazy? Get him outta here!
Captain J.D. Morales: I plan on catchin' him... or killin' him. 'Scuse me gentlemen I wanna get a cee-gar.