🎥 Bayou Broadcast: Bettie & Dale Watch The Night Strangler (1973)

Filed from the velvet gloom of Dale’s bunker, where the lemon bars are tart and the commentary is sharper. Outside, the Spanish moss rustles with suspicion, and inside, Kolchak’s fedora casts a shadow longer than the truth.

🕯️ Meet Your Hosts

Dale T. Doll Horror’s archivist-in-residence. He’s got a trench coat full of trivia and a voice that sounds like it was pressed onto vinyl in 1947.

Pretty Bayou Bettie Southern charm incarnate. She arrives with bourbon, biscuits, and a drawl that could soothe a banshee mid-breakdown.

🍋 Scene: The Bunker, Post-Svengoolie

BETTIE (dusting powdered sugar off her blouse): “Dale, sugar, I brought lemon bars and a flask of ‘Truth Serum Lite.’ What’s this Kolchak fella got us tangled in tonight?”

DALE (adjusting the rabbit ears): “Tonight’s tale: The Night Strangler. A sequel soaked in shadows and skepticism. Kolchak’s back—rumpled, relentless, and neck-deep in Seattle’s supernatural underbelly.”

🎬 Movie Begins

A series of murders plagues the city, each victim drained of blood and dignity. Kolchak suspects something ancient, something undead—but the authorities prefer their monsters metaphorical.

DALE: “Kolchak’s got the instincts of a bloodhound and the wardrobe of a thrift store noir. He’s chasing a killer who’s been clocking in every 21 years like it’s a cursed pension plan.”

BETTIE: “That man’s got more grit than a catfish fry. And that strangler? He’s got the bedside manner of a taxidermist.”

As Kolchak digs deeper, he uncovers a trail of alchemy, immortality, and a killer who’s been hiding in plain sight—beneath the city, behind the charm, beyond the grave.

🔥 The Tragedy Unfolds

DALE: “This ain’t just a mystery—it’s a meditation on obsession. Kolchak’s chasing truth like it owes him rent, and the city’s secrets are stacked like coffins in a forgotten crypt.”

BETTIE: “Seattle’s got more tunnels than a mole convention, and every one leads to a man who’s been skipping death like it’s a bad date.”

🕯️ Final Thoughts

DALE: The Night Strangler is a love letter to the tenacious, the paranoid, and the beautifully unkempt. It asks what happens when truth is buried—and answers with a flashlight and a scream.

BETTIE: And it’s a mighty fine excuse to eat lemon bars and question everything. I give it five haunted headlines and a trench coat full of dread.

📻 Next week, Dale and Bettie brave The Ghost & Mr. Chicken—a tale of haunted organs, nervous reporters, and small-town secrets. Bring your flashlight, your chicken dinner, and a prayer for the wallpaper.