[SPEAKER_00]: Can we talk 7-ounce?
[SPEAKER_00]: Can we talk about 7-ounce?
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[SPEAKER_00]: I'd say that the scary stories in True Crime are the ones where an intruder storms a home with rape and murder on his mind.
[SPEAKER_00]: The victims are usually women, sometimes children, rarely, if ever, man.
[SPEAKER_00]: Can you imagine, say, someone like me being raped and murdered in the dead of night by a slavering maniac?
[SPEAKER_00]: I bet some of you can, they're almost laughable, men don't really have to worry about that.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I'm pretty sure that I don't either.
[SPEAKER_00]: My point is, the scariest stories to me aren't about me.
[SPEAKER_00]: They're about my kids, my girl, my mother, and any woman or a child in my life even outside of it.
[SPEAKER_00]: There about mentally unstable men becoming unhinged, along with any door they choose to burst in through.
[SPEAKER_00]: There are a lot of men out there susceptible to intrusive thoughts about devolving into an unstoppable intruder.
[SPEAKER_00]: Most just aren't physically capable enough, mentally disturbed enough, neurotic enough to become neurotic enough, to become a Russell Murray's Johnson type.
[SPEAKER_00]: And if I manage to get you feeling funny about me here, just do the math, I ain't half bad.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's scary, the mentally ill man.
[SPEAKER_00]: Some are just driving around, being driven nuts by the drive to harm others.
[SPEAKER_00]: I think about those men, I look out for them.
[SPEAKER_00]: But the scariest thing is that in the end, what the fuck am I or are you really going to do about it?
[SPEAKER_00]: Should there demons decide to drive them up the wall or through one?
[SPEAKER_00]: To clean house.
[SPEAKER_00]: Welcome to Dark Topic on your host, Jack Luna.
[SPEAKER_00]: This is a true crime happening.
[SPEAKER_00]: The clean freak.
[SPEAKER_00]: Baby, you can cry all night, but that'll never change the way I feel.
[SPEAKER_00]: The snow was really piling up outside.
[SPEAKER_00]: I wish you wouldn't have make me leave here.
[SPEAKER_00]: I used to hate meatloaf, I watched the rocky horror picture show too early, he was involved in it, and I couldn't stand anything to do with them.
[SPEAKER_00]: It just was a too early event indoctrination into that world of weird and sexual shit.
[SPEAKER_00]: And these days, I've changed my mind on it.
[SPEAKER_00]: I listen to meatloaf a lot when I'm cleaning.
[SPEAKER_00]: I mean, I don't consider myself a clean freak, but I am a compulsive tidier.
[SPEAKER_00]: So when the subject came up with this case, I had to have me a side of meatloaf.
[SPEAKER_00]: Just want to tidy that up right away before it gets in a hand.
[SPEAKER_00]: The year is 1973.
[SPEAKER_00]: A year that comes up so often in serial murder.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's on candy.
[SPEAKER_00]: I like many parents of the time, blame the music.
[SPEAKER_00]: I would do anything for love, but I won't do that.
[SPEAKER_00]: Do what me love?
[SPEAKER_00]: Of course, that song wouldn't exist for another 20 years, but still.
[SPEAKER_00]: It haunts me.
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Maurice Johnson exploded from the womb like a bat at a hell in 1947.
[SPEAKER_00]: Same year, meatloaf was born, actually.
[SPEAKER_00]: And then that's weird.
[SPEAKER_00]: To be clear, meatloaf has nothing to do with this case, which is extremely weird that I'm still fucking talking about them.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's just that like I tried to establish in the beginning, I'm a little neurotic.
[SPEAKER_00]: I like to clean as I go, make messes, too.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's hard to be human.
[SPEAKER_00]: We get in our own way more than any other creature.
[SPEAKER_00]: You ever wish you were born a bug, and someone would just come along and squish you?
[SPEAKER_00]: What am I doing here with this episode?
[SPEAKER_00]: I was supposed to be in 1973, then there I went again cramming in completely unnecessary quips.
[SPEAKER_00]: I love meatloaf.
[SPEAKER_00]: I became obsessed after he killed over on stage that one time.
[SPEAKER_00]: I kept trying to get the words out.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I would do any.
[SPEAKER_00]: Hey, it's just a fall over.
[SPEAKER_00]: I don't ever forget the way I'm feeling right now.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's fucking microphone hits the stage.
[SPEAKER_00]: He hits the stage.
[SPEAKER_00]: The guitarist comes walking up like, oh, meatloaf fell over again.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'll think it in the show notes.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's the funniest thing I ever saw in my life.
[SPEAKER_00]: And still, as even after he died, something about meatloaf.
[SPEAKER_00]: The man, I've grown to a door, something so unnecessary that became completely necessary in me love.
[SPEAKER_00]: I can't pinpoint it, something spooky but beautiful the way he belted out ballads, like he loved to hate, on love.
[SPEAKER_00]: Let me sleep on it.
[SPEAKER_00]: My reasons for loving me love.
[SPEAKER_00]: This is my neurotic nature, blowing like the metal on the edge of the night.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's autumn of 1973, the place is London, Ontario, Canada.
[SPEAKER_00]: London, like many Canadian cities and towns, was named after its English counterpart.
[SPEAKER_00]: The legacy of Jack the Ripper shouldn't have come as part of the package, but incredibly it had, as London, Ontario was known for its serial killers.
[SPEAKER_00]: Though I doubt many of the perpetrators, especially this one, would bring a bell for you.
[SPEAKER_00]: The clean-free cabin spotless in the beginning, careful, meticulous, not even killing until he got tired of just breaking in and staring at women sleeping.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was building up to it.
[SPEAKER_00]: Speaking of, Russell Maurice Johnson was built like a building, a brick shit house.
[SPEAKER_00]: He worked at the Ford Motor Plant and was from outside appearance, just another sexy uncle clocking out to chase tail after every shift.
[SPEAKER_00]: Tall Dark and Handsome, well spoken, stylish and is dressing choice of vehicles, by no means a raving lunatic, far from the type of guy people would have suspected capable of killing an eventual seven women, not to mention the assaults and terrorizing in the buildup, speaking of again, I missed a shift there in my own buildup in this story, chasing meatloaf around with a fork, until I was done, let's take it from the top.
[SPEAKER_00]: I got a 3AM start today, so forgive me, I was a little all over the road there.
[SPEAKER_00]: I now have both hands on the wheel, and though out here it's cold and lonely in the deep, dark night, I can see paradise by the dashboard light.
[SPEAKER_00]: Let's get this right, ain't no doubt about it, we gotta get this fucking right.
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Maurice Johnson was born in 1947, St. Thomas Ontario.
[SPEAKER_00]: He grew up in conditions of extreme poverty alongside two brothers.
[SPEAKER_00]: His parents suffered from mental illness.
[SPEAKER_00]: His father and forced strict religious practices, requiring daily church attendance and weekly confessions from his kids.
[SPEAKER_00]: He also prohibited Christmas celebrations, citing anti-Semitic beliefs that
[SPEAKER_00]: The household environment was rigid and dysfunctional.
[SPEAKER_00]: At approximately age 13, Russell Johnson came to police attention for voyeuristic behavior and theft of women's underwear from clotheslines.
[SPEAKER_00]: His juvenile record included several sexual offenses.
[SPEAKER_00]: He experienced trauma and childhood, including sexual abuse around age 14.
[SPEAKER_00]: Equipped school early.
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Johnson was described as obsessed with cleanliness.
[SPEAKER_00]: Like a pulse of hand washer, the war gloves had used petroleum jelly at work and at the gym to protect himself from germs.
[SPEAKER_00]: He had previously worked as a bouncer.
[SPEAKER_00]: In 1969, he voluntarily admitted himself to the London Psychiatric Hospital where he was diagnosed as a sexual deviant.
[SPEAKER_00]: Unbeknownst to anyone he had begun committing sexual attacks and rapes as early as the same year of 69.
[SPEAKER_00]: Police Inspector Robert Young later reported that Johnson stated he would not have killed if he had received proper medical treatment at that time.
[SPEAKER_00]: Psychiatric diagnoses associated with Johnson include sexual sadism, necrophilia, transvestic fetishism, and voyeurism.
[SPEAKER_00]: Transvestic fetishism is a dress-in-like woman.
[SPEAKER_00]: This is all fancy ways of saying that he was into the idea of spying on women before breaking into their homes, tying them up, strangling them, then raping the body.
[SPEAKER_00]: After words he'd maybe dress up in their clothes and do the dishes.
[SPEAKER_00]: Make it sandwich.
[SPEAKER_00]: Then make the bed over the dead.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I'm not exaggerating.
[SPEAKER_00]: Lucky for the eventual bedroom straggler, his dark fantasies didn't count.
[SPEAKER_00]: Even when he began scaling apartments as high up as 15 floors, accessing balconies to get through open doors, and to the women he'd killed and escaped from without signs of forced entry to their apartment, without in some cases signs that the death had been caused by murder.
[SPEAKER_00]: Even when Johnson went to a person at a cop or interact with cops at science crime scenes, looking up disbelievingly at the height he climbed the night before to dispatch to the poor soul, being removed on a stretcher under a sheet like a dead ghost.
[SPEAKER_00]: Even then, it didn't count.
[SPEAKER_00]: Because, nobody was counting.
[SPEAKER_00]: If a tree falls on the forest, and all that,
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Maurice Johnson's number was eventually up, but not in the traditional sense, his kill count was already in serial killer territory.
[SPEAKER_00]: His kill count was already well into serial killer territory, before investigators even realized they had a serial killer in their territory.
[SPEAKER_00]: Though they'd responded to many of these murders, they didn't realize what they had on their hands until the blood began to show up on them.
[SPEAKER_00]: Good God, how many had they missed?
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, he'd tell you, he just had to catch him first, and when they finally did, Russell Johnson seemed relieved that he could finally tidy this up as much as possible.
[SPEAKER_00]: As I will do myself now, the dinner is done.
[SPEAKER_00]: The meat loaf is off the table and back in my headphones as I clean this up.
[SPEAKER_00]: On October 19th, 1973, Mary Catherine Hicks, aged 20, a university student in London, Ontario, was found by her roommates in bed in a natural sleeping position with a pillow partially covering her face.
[SPEAKER_00]: She was neatly tucked in, too neatly, some said, too tightly, how does she do it?
[SPEAKER_00]: There were no visible signs of struggle, forced entry, or violence.
[SPEAKER_00]: Her death was initially attributed to a reaction to prescription medication.
[SPEAKER_00]: Johnson later confessed to entering the premises, watching her sleep, and then jumping or strangling her suffocating her.
[SPEAKER_00]: Before leaving this scene, as tidy as possible, and like I said, too tidy.
[SPEAKER_00]: Many of these cases, people would come in and say, how did they get the bed sheets so tight over them?
[SPEAKER_00]: Did they suffocate themselves by how tight that they pulled these bed sheets?
[SPEAKER_00]: Alice Jane Ralston, age 42, and Guelph Ontario, November 30, 1973, was found dead and bed with no obvious signs of trauma.
[SPEAKER_00]: Her death was initially attributed to heartoring of the arteries, hardening of the arteries, natural causes, Johnson confessed later to strangling her.
[SPEAKER_00]: The scene initially appeared, undisturbed, and that nobody had come in there and done this, that she had tucked herself into bed, and died.
[SPEAKER_00]: Maybe she did the dishes, too.
[SPEAKER_00]: He would go and do the dishes, he would make himself a sandwich, it was fucking crazy.
[SPEAKER_00]: And then he climbed back down the balcony.
[SPEAKER_00]: Eleanor Diane Hartwick aged 27 in London, Ontario, on March 4, 1974, her body was found at home, appearing to have died peacefully in her sleep.
[SPEAKER_00]: Her death was initially attributed to reaction to prescription drugs, Johnson later confessed to strangling her as well.
[SPEAKER_00]: The body was positioned to suggest a natural death, with one account noting a book have been placed in her hand that she had been reading left by her bedside table.
[SPEAKER_00]: The scene was left tidy with no evidence signs of struggle or forced entry.
[SPEAKER_00]: Doris Brown, 49, while Fontario.
[SPEAKER_00]: Her body was discovered on the morning of August 9, 1974, by one of her kids.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I think it was an older kid of hers that was actually staying with her.
[SPEAKER_00]: She was very lucky, not to have been killed herself.
[SPEAKER_00]: Doris was neatly tucked into bed with blankets pulled up under a chin, the pathologist noted minor abrasions and blood in the throat and rectum, but death was certified as pulmonary edema, Johnson later confessed to strangling her and sexually assaulting the body, post morto.
[SPEAKER_00]: The scene was very orderly and wasn't initially thought to be a homicide.
[SPEAKER_00]: Diane Beats, aged 23, well-fantario, December 31, 1974, New Year's Eve.
[SPEAKER_00]: Her body was found in her apartment, New Year's Day, clear signs of homicide were present in this case.
[SPEAKER_00]: She had gotten engaged on New Year's Eve, and was found by her fiance the next morning.
[SPEAKER_00]: When he found her, he freaked out left, but as he was leaving, he noticed that there were clothes of hers soaking in the sink.
[SPEAKER_00]: Johnson later confessed to strangling Diane, with her own brosier, binding her hands behind her back with a nylon stalking, and sexually assaulting the body post morto.
[SPEAKER_00]: He then tidied up, was he washing away evidence, or just being a clean freak, and putting her clothes in the sink to soak.
[SPEAKER_00]: Johnson at prior knowledge of the building because his ex-wife had lived there, a homicide investigation from this case was launched immediately as it was obvious this was murder.
[SPEAKER_00]: Luella George aged 23, a hospital employee in London, Ontario, on the evening of April 15, 1977, her body was found by a co-worker after she failed to report for her shift at the hospital that was nearby.
[SPEAKER_00]: Luella lived in an apartment occupied almost entirely by nurses and hospital staff.
[SPEAKER_00]: Her jewelry and undergarments were later recovered from a trash can nearby.
[SPEAKER_00]: Johnson confessed to scallingly exterior of the building to her fourth floor balcony, entering, strangling her, sexually assaulting the body post-mortem.
[SPEAKER_00]: He rearranged the bed to obscure the crime, but now the investigation was on to him.
[SPEAKER_00]: Donna Velboom, age 22, London, Ontario, July 16, 1977, her body was found in her apartment, which was located directly above the building where Johnson resided at the time.
[SPEAKER_00]: Johnson confessed to scaling the building exterior to gain entry, strangling her than stabbing her in the chest with a knife.
[SPEAKER_00]: The first use of a blade in the series.
[SPEAKER_00]: He sexually assaulted the body post-mortem.
[SPEAKER_00]: The reason he said later that he cut her was because he wanted to crawl into her body through the wound.
[SPEAKER_00]: mentally ill.
[SPEAKER_00]: He certainly was.
[SPEAKER_00]: Due to his obsessive compulsive tendencies, he cleaned the body, washed the bloody linens, and tucked her neatly into bed.
[SPEAKER_00]: The homicide team was all over this, they're trailing him now.
[SPEAKER_00]: And when we're talking about scaling a building, if it's not obvious to you, he's climbing from balcony to balcony.
[SPEAKER_00]: very dangerous all of the cops later investigators people involved can't believe that he did this I can I mean my dad used to climb the side of the building beside our house I remember to go visit his friend drunk just go and say oh I'm gonna go check on him and climb up the side of the building so guys did that back in the 70s and 80s there a little bit uh I don't know fucked up
[SPEAKER_00]: Speaking of fucked up, the clean freak, Russell Maurice Johnson, also known as the bedroom straggler or the balcony killer, was arrested in late July, 1977.
[SPEAKER_00]: After tenants in Donnaville, Boom's London fuck.
[SPEAKER_00]: After tenants in Donnaville, Boom's London apartment building identified him as a suspicious person, a possible suspect.
[SPEAKER_00]: He resided in the same building as Well Boom, as I mentioned, and had been observed behaving oddly in the vicinity of the crime scene.
[SPEAKER_00]: Undercover officers began tailing Russell Johnson.
[SPEAKER_00]: They were unnerved when the suspect began stopping his car and random neighborhoods and walking around.
[SPEAKER_00]: They were sure they was going to a home or to an apartment to commit another act another crime.
[SPEAKER_00]: But he would just go to the front of the apartment or a home and stare off into it, at it.
[SPEAKER_00]: You know, stare off into space around it.
[SPEAKER_00]: Planning, I guess.
[SPEAKER_00]: Then he get back in his car and drive away again.
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Johnson would later share with investigators that they'd been observing him, wrestling with his demons, trying not to do it, but being helpless to them.
[SPEAKER_00]: He'd just be driving around when suddenly the urge would strike in the next thing he'd know.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was fucking talking, a dead body, into bed,
[SPEAKER_00]: The killer shared that he'd be in disbelief after murdering a woman, the next day it would all feel like a dream and nightmare.
[SPEAKER_00]: He couldn't believe he'd scaled the side of some of the buildings.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was afraid of heights.
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Johnson, whom there's not a lot of information I can't tell, and not a lot of information on the crimes, but I'm doing my best.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was charged with first-degree murder of Diane Beats, uh, Lauella George, and Donna Velboom.
[SPEAKER_00]: These three cases form the basis of the prosecution because physical evidence of witness identifications directly linked them to the scenes.
[SPEAKER_00]: At his trial in the Ontario Supreme Court in January of 1978, Johnson pleaded not guilty to the three charged murders.
[SPEAKER_00]: However, he had already provided police with an unsigned statement, and which he admitted involvement.
[SPEAKER_00]: And during the proceedings he further acknowledged an uncontrollable urge to commit the crimes, he was found not guilty by a reason of insanity, and the court determined that Johnson suffered from a mental disorder, specifically diagnosed as sexual racism, neckophilia fetishism, voyeurism, transvestic fetishism, and a personality
[SPEAKER_00]: that rendered him incapable of appreciating the nature and quality of his acts, or knowing that they were wrong.
[SPEAKER_00]: Pursuit to the verdict, Johnson was committed indefinitely to psychiatric care, under the jurisdiction of the Ontario Review Board.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was initially placed in a maximum security forensic unit, at what was then known as the Ontario Mental Health Center, Oak Ridge Division, and Pentantang machine Ontario.
[SPEAKER_00]: The facility now operating as the Waypoint Center for Mental Health Care, he has remained institutionalized there since 1978.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's been there continuously.
[SPEAKER_00]: Following his commitment, Russell Johnson confessed in detail to four additional murders that had previously been classified as natural or unexplained deaths.
[SPEAKER_00]: Those of Mary Catherine Hicks, Alice Rauston, Eleanor Hartwick, and Doris Brown.
[SPEAKER_00]: He made a deal where he wouldn't be tried for any of the crimes that he emits to while in the mental institution.
[SPEAKER_00]: He comes to the investigators and says,
[SPEAKER_00]: I need to get this off my chest.
[SPEAKER_00]: I got to clean this up.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's neurotic.
[SPEAKER_00]: He can't leave things undone.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's got to have these loose ends.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's not so much about guilt.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's about his OCD fucking with them.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's got to get it all out there.
[SPEAKER_00]: We got to clean this up.
[SPEAKER_00]: The clean freak.
[SPEAKER_00]: These earlier victims have had found neatly tucked into their beds with no obvious signs of violence, consistent with Russell Johnson's methodical modus operandi.
[SPEAKER_00]: Consistent with Russell Johnson's methodical ammo of stocking women living alone, scaling exterior walls or balconies to gain entry while they slept, and then observing them for extended periods before jumping them sexually assaulting them, and then staging the scenes to appear non-suspicious.
[SPEAKER_00]: His confessions also encompassed approximately 10 to 17 non-fatal sexual assaults, committed against other women in the London and Gualph areas between 69 and 77.
[SPEAKER_00]: In total, Russell Johnson admitted to seven murders and his series of sexual offenses spanning nearly a decade.
[SPEAKER_00]: Russell Johnson, as remained under indefinite detention at the Waypoint Center for Mental Healthcare for more than 47 years, he has applied for more than for almost 50 years.
[SPEAKER_00]: He has applied annually to the Ontario Review Board for more lenient conditions, including transfers to medium security facilities or escorted community privileges.
[SPEAKER_00]: These applications have been consistently opposed by the families of his victims.
[SPEAKER_00]: Review boards and courts have repeatedly denied his request
[SPEAKER_00]: A notable example occurred in 2012 on the Ontario Court of Appeal rejected his bid to transfer to the Brock Phil Mental Health Center.
[SPEAKER_00]: Subsequent decisions have upheld maximum security detention as of the most recent available records, Russell Maurice Johnson continues to be held at the Waypoint Center for Mental Health Care and Panetang machine, Ontario, under the strict oversight of the Ontario Review Board.
[SPEAKER_00]: Where the fuck?
[SPEAKER_00]: And there you go.
[SPEAKER_00]: Start off a little messy, but I think I tied this one up nicely.
[SPEAKER_00]: Maybe a little too tidy.
[SPEAKER_00]: Ah, you can't blame me, but you can't blame.
[SPEAKER_00]: The clean freak.
[SPEAKER_00]: And that will do it.
[SPEAKER_00]: I know I promised Thursday drops.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm a little late or early.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm not sure.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm not really good at coming through on promises.
[SPEAKER_00]: But I promise to keep that up.
[SPEAKER_00]: Anyways, the bedroom, strangler, case, is supposedly an infamous one here in Canada.
[SPEAKER_00]: And that will do it.
[SPEAKER_00]: I know I promised Thursday drops.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm either later early on this one.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's just a lot going on all the time.
[SPEAKER_00]: When I get the time to do these, and I have a lot of time, but like this one I'm doing it three in the morning on a Sunday, I'll probably put it out right away.
[SPEAKER_00]: They really what I'm trying to promise is more frequent episodes, how about that?
[SPEAKER_00]: So, uh...
[SPEAKER_00]: try for fucking Thursday but whatever it gives a fuck.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's self-imposed, right?
[SPEAKER_00]: So I just want to put up more episodes for you and that's that's what I'm promising.
[SPEAKER_00]: Anyways, the bedroom strangler case is supposedly an infamous one here in Canada though I'd never heard of it.
[SPEAKER_00]: Until I came across an article talking about Russell Johnson now in his late 70s, having over the years made multiple requests to be allowed out in the community to go to Wal-Mart and run other errands, so far the answer has been no.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sorry, Russell, but we just don't think that would be appropriate, considering how you're like the most prolific serial killer from a time in place where that was a bit of a problem.
[SPEAKER_00]: Out there, you understand, don't you?
[SPEAKER_00]: Mr. Johnson, then he starts singing a meet-loaf ballot.
[SPEAKER_00]: But when no fly open any climbs down seven stories to freedom, it was the Walmart.
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[SPEAKER_00]: I hope you're all well.
[SPEAKER_00]: I've got a couple of quick shed outs here I need to do.
[SPEAKER_00]: Tania Bjork.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sorry, Tania.
[SPEAKER_00]: I can't pronounce it better than up.
[SPEAKER_00]: Bjork, I think.
[SPEAKER_00]: Jordan, Oki, Wilson, Oki, Jordan.
[SPEAKER_00]: Thank you so much for the high level support.
[SPEAKER_00]: You and Tania, thank you, Tania, thank you, Jordan.
[SPEAKER_00]: And thank you Trent, Grumes.
[SPEAKER_00]: Trent, I called you a retard on Facebook.
[SPEAKER_00]: And you came and signed up at the $25 tier, which shocked me.
[SPEAKER_00]: So, uh, thank you for, for turning our relationship around.
[SPEAKER_00]: I love this audience, I love the behavior of everybody coming back at me.
[SPEAKER_00]: I know I'm not the only one.
[SPEAKER_00]: Until next time, keep those eyes cocked, those doors locked, and stay paranoid, big love everybody talking to real soon.
[SPEAKER_00]: And maybe since this one ran a little short, I busted through it, again, there wasn't as much information as I hoped there would be.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'll play you one of my dark fiction episodes, if you like, would you like to hear a story?
[SPEAKER_00]: There.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I'm sorry for the neurotic nature of the episode.
[SPEAKER_00]: It wasn't intentional, but as I was editing it, I made sure it was intentional.
[SPEAKER_00]: I just left in some of the neurotic should I do during episode the cleanup I do so with this story I'm gonna play it's about the neurotic nature of Joseph James DeAngelo James Joseph James, you know the golden state killer the original night stalker
[SPEAKER_00]: Uh, I wrote it in one of my most erotic stories.
[SPEAKER_00]: It didn't make the cut for 13 stories.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's somewhere in the back catalog of Patreon, but it's never released on an Apple plus or anywhere else.
[SPEAKER_00]: So, um, I hope you enjoy one thing that might explain my neurotic nature is I recently did 23 and me, not sponsored.
[SPEAKER_00]: Maybe in the future.
[SPEAKER_00]: along with, uh, hopefully something to replace all those fucking, uh, you know, language ads I've been having to do.
[SPEAKER_00]: Um, I turned down a better iPad actually recently.
[SPEAKER_00]: Maybe I should have accepted it.
[SPEAKER_00]: I just don't know.
[SPEAKER_00]: I just don't think it works.
[SPEAKER_00]: I tried it clearly.
[SPEAKER_00]: It doesn't work.
[SPEAKER_00]: Um, where the fuck am I?
[SPEAKER_00]: I risk 23 me.
[SPEAKER_00]: That's how they caught the original
[SPEAKER_00]: You know, lineage who wants to be serial killers, I signed up for this fucking shit, so you're fucked.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sorry, and it came back that I have, uh, Neanderthal genes.
[SPEAKER_00]: I have more Neanderthal gene gene geneology in me than 86% of people who have signed up for that.
[SPEAKER_00]: I like more than 2% of my DNA as Neanderthal in it, which means like you could be in the neurotic or you're not afraid of heights and you're not, you can't sneeze if you got a fart and shit.
[SPEAKER_00]: I don't know what it was anyways.
[SPEAKER_00]: soon to fight for my brothers over there, which is probably going to be tough.
[SPEAKER_00]: 99.7% European, what else you want to know, mostly Irish, a decent chunk of Italian, actually, too, which it's crazy because I named myself Jack Luna and Luna's an Italian name, I think, and I always
[SPEAKER_00]: Wonder why the fuck I did that and maybe it's just how you know fucking forget about it I forgot about it because I wasn't in touch with that that's side of my family and my mom's side It just didn't didn't know about it over here Now I'm truly a jack Luna tight now.
[SPEAKER_00]: That's my son said when he found out I was like, you know that means you're a little Italian too me your grandma you jack
[SPEAKER_00]: And he said, Mamma, me.
[SPEAKER_00]: Eh, let's play the story.
[SPEAKER_00]: Oh, and if I didn't mention, uh, Joseph James James, though, he left a roast in his oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: And when he was arrested, as the Golden State killer, and he was worried about that roast in his oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: Hey, uh, I left a roast in the oven and he has a rest of me, can you go turn the stove off?
[SPEAKER_00]: So I wrote this story about that in a way.
[SPEAKER_00]: Well, uh, I have everything set up to record.
[SPEAKER_00]: with Debug with Ken Chungus and nothing's happening.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I think it's because there's a big storm rolling into where I'm at, I don't have connection.
[SPEAKER_00]: I seem to be able to record, but maybe I can't connect with Debug if they're in England.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's a really, really, really, really, it's a really wild situation.
[SPEAKER_00]: I got up last night at midnight to my son standing above me saying, hey, I had an nightmare, can I come in?
[SPEAKER_00]: And I've always told him, hey, if things get fucking weird for you in that room that I know is haunted, I'll switch with you.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I'll go better those demons for you.
[SPEAKER_00]: You come take my spot.
[SPEAKER_00]: My sweaty pillow, my sweaty sheets, because I'm having a nightmare when he wake me up.
[SPEAKER_00]: So I get up, I go on to the couch, and I actually go into his room, because I think that that's weird.
[SPEAKER_00]: To sleep in my son's bed.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I'm on the couch, and I can't go to sleep, so I just further prepare.
[SPEAKER_00]: And it gets to around 330.
[SPEAKER_00]: Okay, probably time to crack and beer.
[SPEAKER_00]: because I set aside these times to record, I try to record a dead bug at 5am, my brother, at 7am and then can't around noon.
[SPEAKER_00]: All on one day, so I could just have a blow out of just drinking a two-four and smoke a three-packs of cigarettes because I'm trying to lay off of all that.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I get out here and the snow is blowing and the wind,
[SPEAKER_00]: The dead bug is the one who shows up promptly, punctual.
[SPEAKER_00]: You know, he, I respect him, respects me, that he always shows up, and he's just not calling.
[SPEAKER_00]: So I message him, there's no answer.
[SPEAKER_00]: I call him, there's no answer, it's going to 530 now.
[SPEAKER_00]: It turns out the snowstorm knocked out.
[SPEAKER_00]: My ability to connect with dead bug, so this is all on me, just be very clear.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm not dead, he's not dead, no one's dead, I'm just dealing with dead air in a snowstorm.
[SPEAKER_00]: Soapin up, you know a lot and plus the Toronto Maple Leafs are my favorite hockey team, my buddy and one of my best friends, my best friend probably Shaz.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's at the game, last name against Tampa Bay.
[SPEAKER_00]: My father-in-law's botched it and we're going back and forth.
[SPEAKER_00]: I put the rest of my gambling winnings, which is $2,000 on the Leafs, just to, you know, put the karma in the right situation.
[SPEAKER_00]: They lose 73 last night, and just kind of in the state, sitting here going, where's that book?
[SPEAKER_00]: You know, oh, listen, crows are fucking coming out.
[SPEAKER_00]: What time is it now?
[SPEAKER_00]: 648, okay, that makes sense.
[SPEAKER_00]: They've ruined this neighborhood, these crows.
[SPEAKER_00]: Since George died, my buddy George old guy used to shoot them, but now the Croes are coming back and so I'm gonna search shooting them, I guess.
[SPEAKER_00]: With Pelak Duns, I'm not gonna kill him, like he did.
[SPEAKER_00]: I'm sitting here, smoking cigarettes, drinking beers.
[SPEAKER_00]: What are we going on?
[SPEAKER_00]: And I had this moment where I'm like, am I dead?
[SPEAKER_00]: Did I have this routine set out today?
[SPEAKER_00]: And did I die in the middle of the night?
[SPEAKER_00]: Because I remember before Jack came in to wake me up saying he had a nightmare, glimpsing a shadow figure standing beside my bed thinking it was a nightmare, and I was just so tired and even cared that it was a shadow figure standing in the room.
[SPEAKER_00]: And that was my, that was my nightmare.
[SPEAKER_00]: He comes in with a nightmare.
[SPEAKER_00]: Like, did I die?
[SPEAKER_00]: And I might just go through the routine of my day.
[SPEAKER_00]: Right now, I'm supposed to meet it with Debuk at 5am here and I'm just sitting here like am I am I dead am I rolling through I'm I'm being serious here.
[SPEAKER_00]: I have a real fear moment for the past hour and a half at this point when I have did I die?
[SPEAKER_00]: I got a piss and I got a piss I'm listening I'm watching a kill Tony you know Tony
[SPEAKER_00]: And then I'm like, well, I guess I have time.
[SPEAKER_00]: I might as well record a waking up with Jack Luna.
[SPEAKER_00]: This is what I'm waking up to.
[SPEAKER_00]: I haven't really slept.
[SPEAKER_00]: I know that you think of being silly right now, but I'm, cause what happened was I went back in, and I walked.
[SPEAKER_00]: to go get my boots because I put on shoes and it's cold at here.
[SPEAKER_00]: So I go to put my boots on which are at the back door of the big bedroom that we have where my son and my my girl and were Charlie are young as to sleeping.
[SPEAKER_00]: And I trip over a fucking controller for the PS4 and a PS5 whom I fall in right.
[SPEAKER_00]: And none of them start.
[SPEAKER_00]: Anyway, it's a fun dead.
[SPEAKER_00]: I think I should put
[SPEAKER_00]: my last dark fiction episode, at least get this off my chest.
[SPEAKER_00]: This is something that I put away and thought that I would never put out there.
[SPEAKER_00]: I called a roast on the oven, and it's about Joseph D. Angelo, the Golden State Killer, and it doesn't make any sense.
[SPEAKER_00]: But the writing I think is fairly good and it's just kind of working progress.
[SPEAKER_00]: So I'm gonna use this time to do something and it's for a waking up with Jack Luna.
[SPEAKER_00]: Anyways, this is called a roast in the oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: Lost Ark fiction.
[SPEAKER_00]: Home stops being home when the head of it decides you're on welcome.
[SPEAKER_00]: In this case, the mother had lost her head for a man and the man had wanted everyone but her out.
[SPEAKER_00]: She was his now, and there was no room for her attention, outside of his needs.
[SPEAKER_00]: He didn't announce this of course, but it was obvious by the way he opened his paper.
[SPEAKER_00]: The way he cleared his throat, claimed his spoon into each morning's bowl of yogurt and granola, topped with fresh fruit.
[SPEAKER_00]: Playing in the spoon continues to be like a death now on this family.
[SPEAKER_00]: Dogs can sense.
[SPEAKER_00]: whether or not wanted.
[SPEAKER_00]: They'll choose the street over a cold home.
[SPEAKER_00]: But it takes time to be sure.
[SPEAKER_00]: And it's difficult if you'd never raise a hand and she never stops feeding you.
[SPEAKER_00]: Though you could tell by the way, she lays your bowl down by the reduced dose of love at each meal.
[SPEAKER_00]: When the man eats like a king and you get a dog's dinner, when she stops saying good night or good morning, when he goes outside and begin to worry that the man will lock the door.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's time to move on.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's no plan, he's moving where the energy of the home is pushed him, away.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's a runaway.
[SPEAKER_00]: The one can't textly run away without somebody chasing them.
[SPEAKER_00]: Living with it at home is exciting before it becomes scary.
[SPEAKER_00]: The sights and sounds of the city on a brisk fall day make anything seem possible.
[SPEAKER_00]: But when the sun sets and you become a shadow, scattering for cover, the freedom reveals itself to be destitution, and the fear comes to ask, what will you do?
[SPEAKER_00]: And when he has no answer, when he tires of searching for wine and simply curls up in an alleyway
[SPEAKER_00]: He accidentally conquers his fear.
[SPEAKER_00]: What's there to fear when what you're already afraid of is already here?
[SPEAKER_00]: Happening.
[SPEAKER_00]: And besides, there's much to worry about, warmth, food, water.
[SPEAKER_00]: Those three show up quick to take the mind off of self-pity.
[SPEAKER_00]: Fear becomes anger and if it doesn't you die, that's all.
[SPEAKER_00]: He fights for scraps, until one day a man takes a man, a thing that happens on the streets, men will take you in.
[SPEAKER_00]: When you're just a pup, it's always women.
[SPEAKER_00]: But if you're grown, it'll be a man, and he won't be tender or sweet.
[SPEAKER_00]: He'll have the eyes of a snake, wet, pebbles, and possibly black when filled with anger.
[SPEAKER_00]: An anger is a poor replacement for love, but at least there's attention in it.
[SPEAKER_00]: At least once the beatings are done, there's an apology.
[SPEAKER_00]: Maybe even a treat, a warm place to sleep inside the man as he rubs your back, and thanks you for not leaving him.
[SPEAKER_00]: Like all the rest, street men are like trash.
[SPEAKER_00]: If you ruin around them, you might find something good.
[SPEAKER_00]: But there's a lot of worthless shit in there still.
[SPEAKER_00]: Reasons they've been discarded, toxicity that manifests through abuse.
[SPEAKER_00]: They're always at a bad mood, talking down to you beating you, even molesting when they get drunk and mean enough.
[SPEAKER_00]: But you know what?
[SPEAKER_00]: They'll never turn you away, and they'll never fail to share what little, that they have.
[SPEAKER_00]: because they know what it's like, the street men.
[SPEAKER_00]: Discovered or not, they know how cold the world becomes without four walls, a fridge of food, and a TV.
[SPEAKER_00]: The television is the modern-day campfire.
[SPEAKER_00]: Gather around to keep warm and take comfort in all its distraction, but that's not here either.
[SPEAKER_00]: The dog doesn't understand what the man says, but it compromends what it do.
[SPEAKER_00]: What it do puppy dog, what it do.
[SPEAKER_00]: The old man gives you old boy a scratch, let's him in the tent, it's raining, and what it do, well it do good enough, and that's all a fever dream.
[SPEAKER_00]: Lang here, a desk in a lumpy, over-sex motel bed about to kill himself, a lawnmower's engine bringing him back.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's funny how it sound, time just right, in this case a lawnmower chugging the life of a desk, or a smell like a roast in the oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: Can thaw frozen moment, cleave a memory from the glacial past, send it splashing warm the staage over even the coldest heart.
[SPEAKER_00]: He hadn't wanted her to want it, this sleeping man, awake from his fever dream.
[SPEAKER_00]: So when the girl began to go along, he'd started strangling, and that did the trick.
[SPEAKER_00]: Nobody after all could feel enjoyment while having a life choke dead of them.
[SPEAKER_00]: It had been late 78, and he spotted her sashaying down the street like a going at a business sale on ass.
[SPEAKER_00]: Those hips swinging that honey ham had called him over.
[SPEAKER_00]: The darkness inside seemed to meld with the darkness outside.
[SPEAKER_00]: He couldn't help it, like a dog to a bone.
[SPEAKER_00]: In this neighborhood, there's no doubt.
[SPEAKER_00]: She'd been looking to turn the first trick of the evening, fired up a crack smoke from her pimps pipe.
[SPEAKER_00]: It was all too clear.
[SPEAKER_00]: And he'd been up to no good, taking a walk through this CD low-end, Callie Callie's dorm, who will, a few nice homes, but the Rumi houses were crowding in.
[SPEAKER_00]: young men and women far from home, eating noodles under a single bulb while cramming for a ticket to a future far from here.
[SPEAKER_00]: And some who drop out drop right into a drug dent, they stay, the weather's nice, if things get bad in California one can always just sleep outside, and maybe what's this girl had had a dream, the letter into this nightmare.
[SPEAKER_00]: She was so caught up in herself that she mistook the shadow for her own.
[SPEAKER_00]: Before he reclaimed it on the other side of the street, swiftly gaining ground before whipping an arm around the throat while stuffing her through a high, well manicured hedge that seemed to absorb them from the street onto her wonderful yard, a paradise, really.
[SPEAKER_00]: On the slightly damp grass, later like a carpet before a proud little bungalow, tucked back behind fruit trees.
[SPEAKER_00]: She'd fought it first.
[SPEAKER_00]: And for a moment, he thought he would lose the battle here at 5am, when a lawnmower started up behind them, and insane sound at dawn.
[SPEAKER_00]: The stoke will have a man as it is underwear, and if it weren't for the bright white of them, one would think him wearing black pajama bottoms.
[SPEAKER_00]: His legs are covered in thick hair.
[SPEAKER_00]: I witness to the rate this man is, and the rapists is about to bolt.
[SPEAKER_00]: When lawnmower guy raises a thumb, the calmly begins cutting the grass.
[SPEAKER_00]: smells of rain and garlic and meat.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's a roast in the oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: She tried screaming but he jammed three fingers in her mouth and her eyes lit up with fear.
[SPEAKER_00]: Then they seemed to dim and that's when she'd started to play along.
[SPEAKER_00]: Grabbing his wrist and sucking his fingers and something about that it set him off and that's how the girl died pretending she'd wanted it.
[SPEAKER_00]: seems harsh to murder a girl because she'd attempted to make her rape easier on herself, and a intelligent move really but boy had it backfire.
[SPEAKER_00]: What did it mean about that?
[SPEAKER_00]: What about her contrived willingness at set them off so monstrously?
[SPEAKER_00]: Certainly she'd insulted his intelligence but to be murdered for that alone seemed harsh.
[SPEAKER_00]: No, it had been that she'd ruined it.
[SPEAKER_00]: She'd ruined the best part.
[SPEAKER_00]: And in his fury, he'd left DNA everywhere.
[SPEAKER_00]: And it's the late 70s, and he doesn't even know what DNA is, but subconsciously, he'd known the bad idea to take the condom off, and maybe, just maybe he'd done it as it means to force it into the attacks.
[SPEAKER_00]: As a way to gorge the greedy beast inside, satiety once for all, make it disappear, and leave him be.
[SPEAKER_00]: The rapist vows call it a night, a career.
[SPEAKER_00]: at the end of a thrilling nightmare, a phase that one was one too many, that one at first was too far.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's over it.
[SPEAKER_00]: The cool down lasts a little more than five months, and it wasn't planned and he just suddenly couldn't help himself, and even though the next girl struggled like she should have.
[SPEAKER_00]: He killed her anyways, strangulation again, and what the fuck was all that about?
[SPEAKER_00]: He's a serial killer now or something?
[SPEAKER_00]: Well not quite yet, he'll need one more from what he's read, but that is not going to happen.
[SPEAKER_00]: He won't do it.
[SPEAKER_00]: And he doesn't, for 10 years, he doesn't grab another girl, another than his wife who may marry soon after number two.
[SPEAKER_00]: Number 15 if you want to include all the rapes leading up to number one, but he doesn't count those.
[SPEAKER_00]: It doesn't even think about those.
[SPEAKER_00]: Ask any Huntsman for a story and he'll recall what's on his wall.
[SPEAKER_00]: The rest is just idle amusement, practice, catch him at least.
[SPEAKER_00]: Forgotten.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's another rapist in the East area.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's piling plates in the husband's backs, claiming he'll kill him both of one breaks.
[SPEAKER_00]: And that's a relief, some of the share of the heat with.
[SPEAKER_00]: But then in the summer of 91 at the age of 53, he comes home for work to find his wife hog tied in the floor of their bedroom.
[SPEAKER_00]: Clearly raped, clearly murdered.
[SPEAKER_00]: And to himself, he chuckles a little and thinks, well, what goes around comes around?
[SPEAKER_00]: Ain't that a bitch, you reap what you sow, and so on?
[SPEAKER_00]: The man even feels a sense of relief, for if there is a God perhaps this serves as a form of punishment, and he'd take an easy on him for those girls he'd raped and murdered back in the day?
[SPEAKER_00]: But karma's not done yet.
[SPEAKER_00]: An investigator starts by to request a DNA sample from the man, to rule them out, and it's then that he realizes it's time to go.
[SPEAKER_00]: killing himself seems like the right thing to do, but he's not convinced of other worlds than this.
[SPEAKER_00]: And there's always going to part of him that believe the dark to be just as, if not more, powerful, than the light.
[SPEAKER_00]: So he takes a gamble and kills the cop, who's stopped by to request the swath.
[SPEAKER_00]: He'd shot the poor guy, and the face to be sure, and the third murder of the man's life brought him no X to C. He wasn't into men.
[SPEAKER_00]: but what did give him a little thrill?
[SPEAKER_00]: Was the fact he now become a serial killer?
[SPEAKER_00]: And as he leaves his home, choosing the cop car rather than his own, so as to get away quick.
[SPEAKER_00]: Speeding to the highway while keeping our closer on the radio, he realizes the pin his wife's murder on him now, which bothers the man a little.
[SPEAKER_00]: Not for any reason other than that, whoever did it should get the credit.
[SPEAKER_00]: And that's a sick thought, but it's his only thought on the matter.
[SPEAKER_00]: And even though he loved his wife, he never really cared about her, or the kids for that matter.
[SPEAKER_00]: It just wasn't there.
[SPEAKER_00]: Again, he loved them, but the man loved human beings the way a man loves a dog.
[SPEAKER_00]: Sure you're sad when they go, but that's life and you get over.
[SPEAKER_00]: Get a new one, Eve.
[SPEAKER_00]: He's too old for all that though, a new wife.
[SPEAKER_00]: The man now only wants to kill women.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's the only thing he's ever truly enjoyed.
[SPEAKER_00]: So he stashes the cop car on the depths of Sacramento and gets on a bus to nowhere.
[SPEAKER_00]: And then sees how many girls he can kill one day.
[SPEAKER_00]: Even though the grass is ready for a sheet of leaves, then blankets a snow, and is laid low to the ground, an acceptance of summer's end, there's a fucking knucklehead somewhere across the street from the motel, using a lawnmower.
[SPEAKER_00]: But time is it.
[SPEAKER_00]: Also, where am I?
[SPEAKER_00]: Oh yeah, right, he was in some shit little wannabe city.
[SPEAKER_00]: The salient is it?
[SPEAKER_00]: On the run for killing a cop and suspicion for killing his wife, good god would have strange turn of events.
[SPEAKER_00]: Whoever said life was short sure hadn't lived much.
[SPEAKER_00]: Repetition of routine could trick a mind into the experience of time funny.
[SPEAKER_00]: It slips away in sheets rather than chunks.
[SPEAKER_00]: And for the man he knew he was entering his final chunk of time.
[SPEAKER_00]: In a very...
[SPEAKER_00]: sheets of leaves, sheets of snow, sheets of grass, and on we go.
[SPEAKER_00]: Does it snow in California?
[SPEAKER_00]: In the year?
[SPEAKER_00]: What year is it?
[SPEAKER_00]: What month?
[SPEAKER_00]: What day, even?
[SPEAKER_00]: The man has no idea.
[SPEAKER_00]: He compresses a sticky button on his indiglo watch and sees it 730 pm.
[SPEAKER_00]: He also sees that there's gradient his wrist, and remembers the roast in the oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: He'd be cooking a roast when the man with the DNA coffee cup would come and arrested
[SPEAKER_00]: The man swings his hairy legs at a bed, realizing they're covered in some type of fabric.
[SPEAKER_00]: In Orange Jump suit, he managed to get it on before collapsing into the crib of this one-star motel room.
[SPEAKER_00]: He'd been in a hurry to recharge, knowing full-well killing a cop and hoping to get away with it was like smack at a B-hive that put in your duke's up.
[SPEAKER_00]: He'd been a cop himself once, and knew they'd be swarming him soon.
[SPEAKER_00]: Somebody on the bus or on the walk to the motel are most likely of all the clerk he checked him with would recognize him from the news.
[SPEAKER_00]: His face would be plastered on the stack of papers out in the lobby and in the box he could see on the street from his room window.
[SPEAKER_00]: That neurotic fool mowing the evenings do beyond to probably read about it over his toast.
[SPEAKER_00]: It may even be the reason he's up cutting grass at half past seven in the evening on a Friday, the 13th it is.
[SPEAKER_00]: September of 1996, as told by his blood-spattered watch, how fitting.
[SPEAKER_00]: So what's the plan then?
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes, kill some girls.
[SPEAKER_00]: A past time he thought lost to a chunk of time, but now that he was cornered, why not paint the last square and his board a deep red?
[SPEAKER_00]: Paint the town red, as they say.
[SPEAKER_00]: And what did that ever mean?
[SPEAKER_00]: Something told him it meant fireworks or old-time bonfires?
[SPEAKER_00]: Some odd conversation he once had in Irish pubs slowly swimming back from somewhere.
[SPEAKER_00]: You see, life is long.
[SPEAKER_00]: That fucking lawnmower, Christ.
[SPEAKER_00]: A knock on the door, oh good, but that's that then.
[SPEAKER_00]: Another thing about life, one's death is really remarkable, which just kind of happens.
[SPEAKER_00]: No matter how long he prepared for it, he grabs his gun and reminds himself to hold it firm against the roof of his mouth.
[SPEAKER_00]: Waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed with a bad case of mental retardation would be a most unpleasant chunk of life.
[SPEAKER_00]: coast out on another knock on the door this time smother than the door is opening what the fuck how I need locked the door how sloppy can one guy be
[SPEAKER_00]: The man brings the gun to his mouth, in a flash thinking we're about to find out.
[SPEAKER_00]: And now he's grinning as the metal passes his lips, which is maybe a remarkable death.
[SPEAKER_00]: To suicide while smiling in a shitty motel room, while being serenaded by a lawnmower at half past eight on a Friday evening, the 13th of the boot.
[SPEAKER_00]: After he found your wife dead by the hand of a likely serial killer, which turned you into a serial killer to a couple of decades of dormancy from a serial rapist career gun
[SPEAKER_00]: Now who is it?
[SPEAKER_00]: Let's make this ceiling chunky.
[SPEAKER_00]: Joseph?
[SPEAKER_00]: Are you all right in here?
[SPEAKER_00]: And it mocks his wife, followed by the copy killed.
[SPEAKER_00]: Huh.
[SPEAKER_00]: They close the door behind them and stand side by side in the near darkness of that end of the shitty little motel room.
[SPEAKER_00]: Again, this time she's scolding in her tone.
[SPEAKER_00]: Joseph, do you have your low?
[SPEAKER_00]: Are you all right in here?
[SPEAKER_00]: The law more cuts out, finally, and the three-standard silence.
[SPEAKER_00]: Joseph doesn't dare speak, he knows they're dead, and when he hears a knock on the motel room window behind him, he doesn't turn around.
[SPEAKER_00]: It's the girls, he knows that too, and there aren't two, there are 13.
[SPEAKER_00]: Some of the men who have been in the way, like this dead cop that used to be him, standing in the shadows of the motel room.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's a roast in the oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: Mr. DeAngelo, we'd like to ask you some questions if you feel mentally fit enough to answer them.
[SPEAKER_00]: The gun on his mouth is a microphone.
[SPEAKER_00]: The motel at courthouse.
[SPEAKER_00]: Do you understand, sir?
[SPEAKER_00]: And the gold estate killer looks up.
[SPEAKER_00]: Bleary eye to the court.
[SPEAKER_00]: And understands.
[SPEAKER_00]: Yes.
[SPEAKER_00]: 13 times, and yes.
[SPEAKER_00]: And more.
[SPEAKER_00]: There's a roast in the oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: Does anybody get that yet?
[SPEAKER_00]: What is it going to take to get that roast?
[SPEAKER_00]: At the goddamn oven.
[SPEAKER_00]: And that is a fucking insane story that makes no sense.
[SPEAKER_00]: I hope you hang in there.
[SPEAKER_00]: I hope you didn't actually.
[SPEAKER_00]: Dogs barking, Joseph D. Angeloe, always pissed about the dogs barking, you know the golden state killer around.
[SPEAKER_00]: There was a roast of the oven when he got arrested.
[SPEAKER_00]: He was a cop.
[SPEAKER_00]: I killed a whole bunch of fucking women.
[SPEAKER_00]: Everything's fucking strange to him now that he's an old man.
[SPEAKER_00]: Who gives a fuck?