murder? or accidentally committing a? and he told my mom about dexter. you see the show dexter, this is all modeled after dexter. when you take a step back, you see this is a real man who s been murdered. it was darker than anyone knew. holy mackerel! everyone is on the edge of their seat. an underground parking garage. you re watching a violent attack, caught on tape. who is this? what is happening? or did it happen at all? movies, like that one. are by design deceptive. they blur words. but have you noticed, maybe it s all the technical doodads. the digital cameras. the reality pristine editing. some stories have claimed to be true. are not. anybody can manipulate reality, but sometimes what they say is true, isn t. sometimes fiction turns out to be fact. and then there are stories, just a few, in which fact and fiction hughes. and that s where we re going tonight. a twilight zone world. an illusion. and deception. and deceit. follow the howling wind, no
detectives even got a look at the teaser film for twitchell s next project, a three and a half comedy called day players. that s mark in the background playing the role of director. even as he was the director. sort of a hall of mirrors types of story. a movie about a movie, about making a movie. or something. fantasy and reality. all mixed up somehow. just to cover the bases, police interviewed mark twitchell s members and he vouched for him completely. he came off squeaky clean, and his film company was legit. bill clark and the police were back at square one by the look at things. what do we have? we have nothing. coming up! soon this tough cop would catch a big break. you get a phone call from the detective. detective says, you won t believe it but this guy just
That looked like fear. was he truly innocent? or was something else going on? something more in keeping with his role as a storyteller? why can t you give me your version of events that night? because i m scared. as the night dragged on, he mumbled something about reality seeming like a fantasy. i feel like i m in the twilight zone right now. but in the face of all of detective clark s allegations, mark twitchell never wavered. for nearly four hours he answered clarks questions, always a polite. apparently helpful. did not so much is asked for a lawyer. so by the end of the night, i got nothing. no evidence. my gut instinct at that time is this guy is involved. he s involved up to his neck in this. what exactly he is done to him? i don t know yet. but i will find out. finally, at daybreak. mark twitchell let clark know that he had had enough. am i being charged?
But have you noticed, maybe it s all the technical doodads. the digital cameras. the reality pristine editing. some stories have claimed to be true. are not. anybody can manipulate reality, but sometimes what they say is true, isn t. sometimes fiction turns out to be fact. and then there are stories, just a few, in which fact and fiction hughes. and that s where we re going tonight. a twilight zone world. an illusion. and deception. and deceit. follow the howling wind, north across a vast prairie. their brief, brilliant, summers. as frigid as any on earth. to a metropolis canadians called the gateway to the north. the city whose police department stays very busy. this is detective bill clark, the city is edmonton, canada.
Up with reality. the writer in his first person account tells the reader how he used a game processing kit to dismember the victim s body. and, police found the processing kit in twitchell s garage. he said he try to burn the victims body in an oil drum in his parents backyard. and in twitchell s parents house, they found the burn ring in the backyard. there s even a minor detail about the killer getting a speeding ticket and so did twitchell just about the time johnny altinger disappeared. he joked about it in his storytelling about how this dumb cop didn t realize he had just killed a guy. and he was not going off to celebrate and have sex with his girlfriend. now you could call that cop. that s right, the cop remembered it because he had a special license plate, and he remembered the conversation he had with him. it was word for word what that story, that diary told us, was exactly what the sheriff told us. but there was a key part of