[MUSIC PLAYING] This is exactly right. [MUSIC PLAYING] I'm Lacey Mosley, author, actor, stand-up comedian, creator, and host of Scam Goddess Podcast. The True Crime Comedy Podcast, all about robbery, fraud, and those who practice it. Each week I bring on an amazing guest. Ooh, I scammed them. What? I could talk to you for an hour. You're a generational yapper, like me. That's why I had to make yapping a job. And now you can catch full episodes of my show on YouTube. Start listening to Scam Goddess on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. [MUSIC PLAYING] Hello. It is Karen and Georgia here to tell you about our newest limited series podcast from Blanchard House, exactly right media, and USG audio. This is Royal Swindle. Royal Swindle tells the story of two fabulously wealthy Australian women who arrive in London in the 1990s and quickly charmed their way into British high society. Evelyn Burton and her lover, Leyla Andre, the infiltrator, rarefied world of horses, old money, and exclusive investment opportunities. And before long, the money starts rolling in. But behind the country houses, lavish promises, and irresistible charm, this couple is hiding a dark past and some truly diabolical intentions. Host Becky Milligan tracks down one half of the duplicitous duo and gets her to tell all in this extraordinary true story of greed, lies, and love. Episodes 1 and 2 of Royal Swindle premiered Thursday, July 23rd, with new episodes releasing weekly on Thursdays. You can follow Royal Swindle now on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Good bye. [VIDEO PLAYBACK] [MUSIC PLAYING] Hello, and welcome. What's up, my favorite murder? That is Georgia Heart Start. That's Karen Kilgara. And we are on the mic for a mini-sode. For a mini-sode. And this is a mini-sode. No, we'll get it one day. Someday we'll get it. I want you to go first. OK, great. And it's a double pen, two pens. I'll have two pens in a paperclip, please. It's your official, like a referee with a whistle. OK, go. I won't read you the subject line. It says, hi, Karen and Georgia. As World Cup season is upon us, did you get to watch any of the World Cup? Some, yeah. Yeah, very exciting. The world is healing itself. One cup at a time. One big soccer game at a time, I guess. It says, and I know you both love sports. I thought you might like a tale from my time as a football reporter, so here goes. As a young football reporter, soccer to you, gals. I was often sent alone on assignments across Europe to interview players and report on matches. Sounds glamorous, right? It wasn't. On a trip to Prague, I was working on a game where the stadium was miles from the city center. These were pre-Uber days. And I could see that this was going to be a nightmare of a place to get a taxi back from at midnight, long after the fans had all gone home. With a 6 AM flight home to London the next day and a little time to spare, when my taxi driver dropped him off at the stadium, I told him I'd pay him double if he would come back after the match and return me to my hotel. He agreed and I was delighted to see him waiting as arranged. As I was getting out of the car at my hotel, he gave me his card. I put it in my pocket, but said I wouldn't eat it as I was leaving in a matter of hours. He said he wasn't clocking off until 9 and offered to return at 4 AM to drive me to the airport. Perfect, I thought. This has been much easier than it should have been and after just three hours of sleep and some very swift packing, the worst turnover. I got back into that car and shut my eyes to have a dose. And this is when things took a turn. Oh, God. Sensing the car had stopped, I woke up and realized to my horror that we weren't at the International Departures Terminal, but at the back of some garages at an unlit track in the middle of nowhere. Oh, my God. His engine was off and the driver was looking at me in the rearview mirror. His whole demeanor had changed and I immediately knew I was in trouble. Oh, my God. Knowing I had no idea where I was or which way I should run, I got out my cell phone and called my husband back in England. His handset would be on silent, but a call to the landline would ring loudly in our bedroom and wake him up. It did and thank God he picked up. Not knowing what to do, I began an overly cheerful chat about how great my trip had been and despite being half asleep, my dear boy immediately clocked that I was in trouble. I told him all about my trip and he asked loads of questions knowing he needed to stay on the line and tried to get snippets of any information he could. I ran my hands through my hair to leave DNA in the car and I could see the driver was getting increasingly agitated. The only thing I could think to do was pretend I hadn't noticed anything was off and continued what seems like a casual chat with my husband. I'm fucking hoops, we have to jump through just to make sure we don't get murdered. Yep. Or assaulted. Or assaulted is egregious. For a cab driver, people who are licensed. Any other licensed professional cab driver would be like, this is a difference to what we do. That man would think twice about 'cause it's a cab driver. He's safe, okay. Just as I was telling him how brilliant and helpful the driver had been, I remembered the card in my pocket. I told him to take down the number as we should definitely use this driver again if we ever came back to Prague. Brilliant, right? Also having to be that smart under that immense amount that you shouldn't have to be. But maybe it helps, maybe it turns, you know, the adrenaline fires some parts of our brain. That's what this is all about. I think it's us being feeling unsafe in the world and like, let's go ahead and ask about it. Hey, congratulations, we made it. All right. Once I'd read the number to my husband, more times then required to make sure he had not taken it down wrong. The driver realized the jig was up, turned the car around and drove back up the track and took me to the airport. When I got out of that car, we both behaved as if nothing happened, so weird. I politely waited for him to get my suitcase out of the boot, thanked him and paid him with a hefty tip as I sure as hell wasn't hanging around for change and walked into the terminal building without looking back. This was nearly 30 years ago now. But I still get shivers thinking about what might have happened that night. I'm still married to the man who took that call. We don't have a home phone anymore, does anyone? But I'm 100% sure that him picking up is the reason I made that flight. SS and think twice about putting your cell phone on silent. It might save someone from the DGM bit. Jane. Jam, Jane. Jane. That is harrowing. We're so glad you're okay. Yes. Well, and also thanks for writing in because really the point of all of this also is talk about it, say what happened, say what you thought of, help other people, keep communicating about it. Let's discuss. Yeah. I'm Lacey Mosley, author, actor, standup, comedian, creator, and host of scam goddess podcast, The True Crime Comedy Podcast, all about robbery, fraud, and those who practice it. Each week I bring on an amazing guess. Ooh, I scam them. What? Start listening to scam goddess on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcast. The game goddess. All right, taken a turn. Great. This is a follow-up to the question, how many kids is too many to keep track of? Do you remember that one? We asked that. We were sincerely asking the parents of-- Yes, or the children who experienced it. And that's what this is. It just starts. I just finished listening to a mini episode about a little girl being left behind at church and you questioned at what number of children you start losing track of them. Oh my god, some good answers on that too. My vote is four. And I say that as the middle of four kids who got lost or left behind several times. One time was a combination, quote, there are too many kids slash trash cousins story. We were traveling with some extended family, 10 adults, and 14 kids. In South Dakota, and had plans to eat at a steakhouse and then go to a rodeo. My god, have you ever been to a rodeo? Oh, hell yeah. You have them in your town. In my town. We used to have them at the fair every year. We used to, at the Santa Rosa fair, where we would go show our sheep. One time we got to go, it wasn't a rodeo, but it was a trick writer. My dad would remember the name. I bet you $1,000. And she was a mate. She literally flipped all over this horse. She was running. She was racing in a circle. She was like a barrel racer. So she could go on the side of the horse and get down some horses, almost touching the ground. She's almost touching the ground. And she would turn around and sit backwards. And fucking suburbia. We didn't have anything cool. I don't think we even were suburbia. I think we were racing. Suburbia. You were suburbia. We had nothing cool, but math. OK. South Dakota, eat at steakhouse, go to a rodeo. At the end of dinner, we kids were all sent to use the bathroom. When I finished, I went back to the table. After a few minutes, I noticed that nobody else was coming back. I figured they couldn't all be taking that long in the bathroom. So I went and checked to see that nobody was in the bathroom either. I ran outside to see to my horror that all of the vehicles were gone. In South Dakota, you don't know where the fuck you are. You're probably at a cracker barrel or something. And you're the last person at a restaurant. Where it's like you're surrounded by strangers. And a child in your town. I started to panic. After all, I was only nine years old and in South Dakota. But I also remember the advice from the safety kids that cassettes my parents would play for us. Let's hear this. They had songs about body boundaries, memorizing important information, like phone numbers, fire safety, and more. One of the songs was about how, when you're lost, you should, quote, look for a grandma or mother with children.
Oh, looks like what about a Goth grandma, though look for a Goth grandma. Someday that will be the safest person anyone can find actually truly. That's grandma's be aged to help you and because it is South Dakota, there were several older people in rocking chairs on the porch of the restaurant. I was wearing up the old men because the song didn't say anything about grandpa's. Don't go in near grandpa's just as a safety. Just grandma's just locking in on grandma's. But there were some grandmotherly looking ladies too. They offered to stay with me and drive me down to the rodeo if my parents were in back soon. Not long after my parents made me go and flew into the parking lot, apparently some cousins had decided to switch up which cars they rode in. My parents assumed I had done the same. Had a stoplight, my mom hopped out of the van and ran down the line of cars to make sure of where I was, mother's intuition. She was like, something's in there, right? She's hopping out of the car to stop light, like who does that? A mother's hand in one state. I wish I knew. Oh my God. Is that until mysteries are? Yes, that's mysteries of the beyond. Mysteries of the unknown. A twin's hand in one state, tingles. A mother doing the dishes, cuts her hand with a knife and a daughter in a different state feels it. I don't think the children know what we're talking about. They don't, but they don't. Look it up. But the fifties were great. Everybody. We love, we love it. We're the grandma. We're the God's grandma. Essentially. No one had me and no one knew where I was. When she ran back to the van to share the bad news with my dad, my cousin, who was riding in the van with them, left. Of course. She said she knew exactly, because they didn't know where she was. It's not like we left her behind. It's like, where's our fucking child? She said she knew exactly where I was back at the restaurant. This cousin is about 10 years older than me. 100% old enough to know better than to just leave a younger cousin behind like that. But I was found safe and I loved to tease her about it to this day, especially now that she has daughters to watch out for. Damn. My husband and I have decided one kid is plenty for us. Like, all two-year-olds, he is impulsive, no control, and my blood pressure can't handle more. Stay sexy and introduce your kids to the safety kids' music, even if it's 30 plus years old now. The advice is still solid and you never know when they are going to come in handy. So funny. Christina. Note from Kate. Oh, so Kate. Killingbock, who sourced these, made a note that you can find the safety kids song on YouTube, but our lawyer Jim says we cannot play it on the podcast. Songs are tough. But everything is, you know, everything's copyrighted, no doubt. Right, but go to YouTube and look up, look for a grandma safety kids. It probably sounds a little something like this. It sounds like a bank commercial. Okay, okay. I'm not going to read you the subject line, because it's one of the greatest. I'll read it to you at the end. I just thought of one of mine that made me laugh so hard. Like, just- Upcoming? Yeah, in this one, yeah, yeah, okay. It starts Hello, Karen, Georgia, and Stephen. I'm a 21-year-old college student/hockey player from Minnesota. I've been listening for about three years since I started college. Your podcast has basically been the soundtrack to every long drive between home and school. Anyway, onto my family's contribution to American history. Oh. My grandpa Ralph was a small town Minnesota farmer who grew crops and raised animals alike. If it could be grown raised or judged at a state fair, hey, he was involved and probably had strong opinions about it. But the crown jewel of his farming career was raising the largest bore in the entire state. Not a cute 4-H project pig. More like local legend state fair celebrity. Someone should probably notify Guinness big. Whoa. Because of this extremely large pig, he was invited to appear on David Letterman. Oh my god. That is. Yeah. Of legend. Yeah. My family still has the videotape, photos, and the giant state fair sign he won. That sign currently lives in my parents garage, because apparently once your pig archives national fame, it becomes a permanent household storage problem. The best part happened after filming in the studio at Letterman. Backstage, a man walked up, shook my grandpa's hand, and introduced himself as Ringo Star. What? Yes, that Ringo Star, Beatles-level cultural icon, somehow still standing in front of you fame. Ringo had heard about my grandpa's prize-winning bore and he wanted to see it. And being the role farmer that he was, of course, my grandpa had absolutely no idea who Ringo Star was. So instead of having a "this is a beetle" moment, my grandpa had a "who is this guy and why is he talking to me before I've had coffee" moment and proceeded to critique his hair and piercings. What? He said he said it. He said it okay, but especially now with a fucking beetle. According to Family Lore, Ringo Star was excited to meet my grandpa, and while my grandpa treated him like a neighbor kid who needed a haircut and some new overall. Oh my god, I can tell you I've thought of this and I'm losing my fucking mind. Okay, it's wild. I love that somewhere in history, a beetle asked to see a famous pig and a Minnesota farmer responded with fashion commentary. So, and I'm sure it's like the way my dad would do it, he's like, "Have I cut that hair?" Right, yeah. You'll scare him with all those piercings. It's literally the fourth most famous person on the planet. Totally. Too many people, right? So while some families have stories about hidden treasure or distant connections to royalty, mine is that my grandpa raised Minnesota's largest bore, went on David Letterman and accidentally became Ringo Star's Midwest-style consultant. Stay sexy and don't accept fashion advice from farmers unless you're prepared for honesty and signed Courtney Minnesota. Courtney Minnesota? But is Courtney from Minnesota? Is that Courtney's last name? Because that's a great stage name. Did she say she's from Minnesota? I guess she did in the beginning, yes she did. It's Courtney Minnesota from here on out. Oh my god, she'll be pictures. There's a PS, it says. The pig was 1500 pounds. Let's pick a look. Oh my god, she'll be everything. He won the title in 1998. Holy shit, that's an enormous pig. Behind, that's the Ed Sullivan Theater where they tape Letterman. Oh my god. I'm putting together that they had to put the his slap on the ground to like keep him on the stage. This is probably rehearsal. You guys, you can see this on Instagram and our socials, but you could also see us on Netflix and see the photo. Okay. And then here's the grandpa out in front, just to prove that he really was there with. Wow, in a stretch limo. They brought him in, they love a stretch limo in New York. Thank you. Yeah. What year is that, do you think? The pig was in the back, in the hot tub in the back. He won it in 98, so I bet you he was on pretty soon after. Yeah. Letterman loved a big pig. He loved state fair stuff. Amazing. Yeah. Great job. Right? Yeah. So exciting. Cristina Arizona, what the fuck is going on? A Courtney Minnesota. I think it's absolutely my new stage name. That's Courtney Minnesota bringing you. Okay, this isn't the one yet, but this is confessions of a Scream Sneezer. Great. And I read a thing randomly today, I read a thing that said, that you could kill yourself with a sneeze, but your body knows how to expel it. So like if you didn't sneeze out, allowed and proud, you could kill yourself. Right, you could give yourself an aneurysm, right? So this is a, I think this is an argument for. So let's see how it goes. Okay. Pretending there's no end between us. Okay, here we go with this argument. As a Scream Yonner, I just have. I have some. Oh my God, it's been like in the middle of our trip, was like, "What are you?" Like he knows I do that, but I just started not even noticing it. Do it. Do it. I got like ill that in kindergarten for yawning. Scream yawning. Is that how your family does it? Yeah, and I just like want to let you know. Oh, like here we. Ah, this is so. Time is boring. Yeah, and I thought that's how you fucking yawning. Okay, thanks, Grandma. Hello, Karen and Georgia. I've been meetings you're writing for a while, and you know how life goes. I'm just now getting around to it. I started listening around the pandemic times, and I think a lot of people were looking for outlets. Some made banana bread. Others listened to you too. Talk about murder. Some did both at the same time. Also, sorry about those episodes. I remember recording them and just being like, "How are we getting this done?" Okay, and one of your episodes you talked about, Scream sneezing, and it later came up in a rewind, and I knew I had to share. When I was a kid, my dad screamed sneeze so violently. It would cure your hiccups from a mile away. It was mortifying. You'd be minding your own business, and suddenly Mount St. Helens would erupt all over again, right next to you on the couch. And then it says, "Had to throw in a Pacific Northwest reference to where I'm from." I never understood why he had to be so loud and obnoxious about a natural body function. I even practiced holding my own sneezes in, vowing that I would never be like that. Then I got older. I'm 42 now, and a father to a four-year-old daughter. After years of treating my body like an amusement park, let's just say the bolts and screws don't hold together the way they used to. So now sneezing is genuinely painful. If that pressure doesn't have a safety outlet, to my horror, I've become my father. I scream sneeze, and those are capitalized, with the best of them. The scream lets the energy escape through my vocal cords, instead of herniating a disc. So my poor daughter is growing up with a father who sounds like a fighter jet doing a fly-by at Mach 2. My dad isn't with us anymore, but I'll pass the story on to her and apologize in advance. On the bright side, it's a hiccup free zone.
And then PS, the story of how you two started your show genuinely inspired me. I now have my own podcast called In the Static, where I talk to writers, artists, and musicians about why we make things even when we don't have to. - Oh. - Your network's own Hannah Smith from the Knife podcast was the one who encouraged me to actually do it and she agreed to be my first guest. - Wow. - So thank you for building a community where people like me feel like they can step out of their shell and share their work. All the hot dogs, Brandon Keith Osborne, host of In the Static. - Brandon. - Isn't that lovely? - So nice to hear from you. Now let's get into this thing about the fact that it is not necessary to make the noise. - It's so nice, but Karen. - Karen. - Karen must attack you right on the neck. No, it's just, I got it, I get it. - It's just the front end. - Yeah. - Just curb that part, don't totally. - Don't do, 'cause it is upsetting when people go, like that is so weird and bad. My mom does a gap, that the gas part is the one I don't. - Yes. - A chew part I don't care about, but they'll go, and you're like, "What's happening?" - And sometimes I'm like, my old roommate, it was like, (screaming) - You're like, no, you're just literally screaming. You go to therapy, yeah. Okay. Okay, this one now, this is, this one's pretty epic. Okay, and I'm not going, it's, you asked for things that happened to us at work. - Sure. - That sounds right. (laughing) - It just starts, I literally love you guys so much. We got business to get into, let's go. I work in a small office in a big city in Texas. Last summer, we had a few new hires coming through, and I was sitting at the front desk waiting for them to arrive. As they slowly began to filter in, there was one gentleman in particular who stood out to me. He walked in with a huge smile on his face and they introduced himself. I greeted him and walked him back to the conference room, all while I had this weird feeling that I just couldn't shake. The gentleman made it through training and settled into his part-time status, being a regular face that I saw every day. I was cordial, but I was hesitant to hold any extended conversation because there was just something in his eyes that was almost uncanny. I couldn't put my finger on it. I was completely convinced this was a bad man. Then one day, all of my nerves and hesitancies were completely validated. - Oh my God. - Kind of. (laughing) Another one of the new hires was up at the front desk chatting and said, "Did you guys know Chris was an actor?" We paused. No, the young man continued. Yeah, he's been on all this stuff. When we did our orientation, that was the fun fact that he shared. I immediately jumped onto IMDB and there it was. The reason the guy gave me the creeps is because I had seen those eyes before when he, Chris McGarry, played Alec Murdock in the Murdock murders. - Oh my God. - 20, 20, 30. That's right, you guys. The creepy feeling. - I mean, he's a great actor. - Seriously, the creepy feeling I was getting from the poor new man at work is because he played a literal murderer, poor Chris. He's not a creep. He's just insanely fucking talented. - Wow. - After that, I decided it was time to stop avoiding eye contact and teach my brain that we are not in danger. Chris was a great guy. He ended up leaving because he got accepted into a collegiate theater program and he wanted to focus there. For his privacy, I'll spare any further detail. He's like, you told us the entire life. - We all follow him now on Instagram. - Yeah, we're all into this. Thank you guys for 10 years of incredible work. Stay sexy, Samantha. And here he is. It's Chris McGarry, starring in, and Kate made this note that not to be mistaken with the Bill Pullman miniseries about the Murdock murders. - Got it. - This was the 2B movie from 2023. - Wow, that's a menacing stare. - Yeah. - That's a great actor then. - Great actor. - It stayed with her. - Yeah. - Amazing. - And that's the risk of acting. - That's what you get. People are scared of you. - I was thinking the guy who played. I'd fuck me. What's it called? - Yes. - Put solution in the basket. - Yeah. - Who went on to be. He was the police lieutenant on Monk. - Right. - And my mom loved Monk. So I've watched it with her all the time. But I'd just be like. - Oh, so scary. - The voice would come through. - Okay, this is the last minute. - It's so predictable, but the last part is just somewhere that, okay, the best restaurant story you may ever hear. I like that. It might not be. Qualify it. - Salutations, BFFs. I write to you from your own backyard and beautiful silver lake to tell you about my favorite restaurant story from over 12 years in the service industry. - Sure. - We asked for these. - Yeah. - This was not from my first hand account. I'm sad to say. It was my favorite chef I have ever worked with who blessed me with the tail. So here it is, my gift to you. He was working at a very posh restaurant in Los Gatos. - Where's that? - Los Gatos. - It's up in the East Bay, I believe. - Yeah, right. - East or South Bay, I'm not sure. - In his early career. It was common for people to celebrate birthdays and big life events here. One Saturday night, the restaurant was packed per usual. The 7 o'clock dinner rush is in full swing. The lobby is filled with people waiting to be seated, sipping on pre-dinner cocktails. The kitchen printer is cranking out ticket after ticket to a hot and bustling kitchen. Customers are greeting guests, serving drinks, nursing a hangover with bitters and soda, flirting with the crusty tattooed sous chef, putting in orders, inevitably forgetting orders and blaming it on the kitchen. Wait, this isn't my story. Sorry, I was having flashbacks. (laughing) Anyways, one server gets two parties at the same time that require two different cakes to be refrigerated and then presented at the end of the meal for a dessert. As dirty dinner dishes are being cleared, the server goes to the walk-in to get the cakes ready. The first table to be ready for dessert is a large family celebrating the 80th birthday of their dear, sweet Nana. - Oh no. - The other party is a much more lively bunch of 30-somethings all gathered to send their co-worker off to their next job with a last supper situation. The busy and flustered server grabs a cake from the walk-in and asks the other server to help them bring the other cake to the group that was sending off their co-worker. The first server walks the cake to the smiling family, waiting to sing happy birthday to Nana. Simultaneously, the second server approaches a confused looking group of professionals with the cake that says happy birthday, Nana. The first server presents the other cake and goes to leave when they hear a gasp. They turn to see Nana's face, which has fallen with eyes, brimming with tears. This server looks down and horror at the cake, swirly black frosting, states, you're dead to us. (laughing) - No! - So fucking Nana! - To Nana, you're on her to us from the family. - You're dead to us now. You're 80th, go fuck yourself Nana. - You're dead to us, 'cause they were leaving they're off the office. They were going, "Read the cake before you drop it." - A classic tale of the old switcheroo, this one ending in lots of comped drinks for Nana and the fam, a forever traumatized server in my favorite story to tell at parties. Love you both tons. You have inspired me to get my master's in social work and help the underserved here in LA. - Thank you. - I'm losing. - Oh my God. - Stay sexy and blame it on the kitchen. Maya. - Maya. - Legendary. - You're dead to us. - You're dead to us. - That's like the, I curse you with my dying breath. - Yes. - No candles, black swirling frosting. - You're dead. - We hate you grandma. - Do you have any switcheroo stories? - Yes. - Let us know it by favorite murder at GMO. Any kind of switcheroo. - Especially grandma base. - Yes, grandma base. - Grandma base. - Cake base. - Lichrous base. - Yeah, et cetera. - Et cetera. - Other than that, stay sexy. - And don't get murdered. - Goodbye. - Elvis, do you want a cookie? - Ah! (upbeat music) - Two Aussie lesbian lovers touched down in 1990s London and become the toast of British high society. They're rich, they're colorful. - Red hair, masses and masses and masses of red hair. - And they're outrageous. - She would keep her stash of 50 pound notes down her bra. - One of them starts touting an exclusive investment opportunity. - That money, if you give it to me, I will turn it into mega money. - And soon the money starts rolling in. Rich businessmen and England's horse loving elite fall under their seductive spell. - It was intoxicating stuff. - They even meet Queen Elizabeth. But the millionaire duo are concealing a dark past and dastardly intentions. - My husband turned around and said, "We either get that money or we're going to expose you for what you are." - I remember my mother saying to me that the ramifications of this were huge. - I was terrified, absolutely terrified. - Evil, they were bad, bad people. - As bad as evil. - Yes, definitely. - Before long, a small town detective gets wind at the duo's exploits and vows to stop them. - She was a thief, she was a thieving scumbag. - Only problem is these two are exceedingly hard to catch. Decades later, one of them is finally ready to tell all. - I saw my soul to the devil. - This is the story of Lila Andre and Evelyn Burton. - She was a lot of my life. Absolutely a lot of my life. - From USG audience,
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