MFM Minisode 513

This is exactly right. I believe that whoever was in that room and did that was a murderer. A new podcast series, "Fault Line Haditha," tells the story of a shocking crime and a cover-up at the highest levels of the United States Marine Corps. If you've got five players and you offer immunity to four, you better be right about the fifth because if you're not, then you've just given immunity to your color. Listen to "Fault Line Haditha" on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. I'm Melissa Jeltsin and in my new podcast, "What Happened to Her," I'm bringing you new stories every week. Stories like Sandra Birch Morris, a dark narrative defined by grooming the abuse of power and an alleged cover-up. I never know who that devil is because he's wearing his disguise. Listen to "What Happened to Her" on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. You broke me. You do not deserve happiness. I'm Andrea Gunning. On this season of betrayal, Carl thought he was living a normal, drama-free life until the messages started. Someone's not going to make it out of this alive. Every piece of evidence pointed to the wrong guy. He was not going to stop unless we stopped him. Listen to "Betrayal Season 6" on the iHeart radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello. And welcome to my favorite murder, the mini-sode. We read you your clap-backs and your hot-takes. That's right. Let's smash that like button. Yeah, we might as well do it. Let's do it. Let's get horrible. Let's do it. You want to go first? Yeah. I have a follow-up. Oh, shit. Okay. For a kick-off. Or a kick-off. I have a follow-up to our Houston Astros Cheating a Scandal Story. Oh, shit. That video. It's on Instagram if you want to see what I'm talking about. But you guys had a lot of thoughts about it, it was so much fun. So the person who originally wrote the email, wrote back, and said, "Hi, Karen and Georgia. Georgia read my story on the mini-sode 510 about my polygraph experience, and I genuinely didn't realize how much I wrote about my dislike for the 2017 Astros, oops." And then we get into baseball. A quick summary of the whole scandal. The story came to light in an article from The Athletic in 2019, a former Astros picture, Mike Fires, Fiers, I don't know, blew the whistle on the operation which involved an unauthorized camera and center field at Astros Stadium to film the opposing catcher's signs. And then she explains baseball. Although I have seen major leagues so many times in my life, so I know baseball. Yeah. Okay. The story is catcher's signal but pictures, which type of pitch to throw, typically by holding down a certain number of fingers on their non-gloved hand. It's not as simple as one finger for a fastball and two for a curve. It's usually a lot more complicated. This is so condescending. I'm more furious than I was for the original conversation. She's got a double shit list here. A monitor was, so basically they're saying, "A monitor was installed in the tunnel near the dugout where staff and players watched the feed, decoded the pitches, and banged a trash can, example once for off-speed pitch, silence for a fastball to signal the hitter." So it's all provable and kind of out in the open? Yeah. Wow. And it's like blatant. It's not like we got a piece of paper that says like what this means or that means, you know? Yeah. They're banging a trash can. You can, it's playback the tape. Totally. As a result, Astros batters would know what type of pitch was coming their way. This may not seem like a huge advantage. Something a 100 mile per hour fastball is very difficult, even when you know it's coming, but it makes a difference. Many pitchers across the league have stated they would much rather face a batter on steroids than a batter who knows what pitch is coming because you can at least try to outthink the guy on steroids. Wow. Major league baseball fined the franchise and handed down one year suspensions to the general manager and the manager of the team. The players were granted immunity from discipline and exchange for their cooperation with the investigation. Meaning, no players were individually suspended. Whether or not the 2017 Astros cheated is not controversial. It was investigated by MLB and confirmed. The controversy exists between players and fans on either side of the scandal who disagree on whether or not the punishments were sufficient. Oh. Fologies for making you air all my grievances about baseball on the podcast. And now doing it a second time, the story was really supposed to be about a polygraph at work. S-S-D-G-M. Sarah. Sarah, thank you for participating in the content churn with us every whatever people intend the way they're going to interact. We can't control it. We just go with it. No. And every view on Instagram counts. So technically, you've helped us. So go smash that like button. Smash that like button. We're doing a collab with MLB where people explain the most basic rules to us. Hello. We're going to throw you a fastball of fucking hometowns. They hold out fingers to represent plays and do different types of pictures, okay? Lisa, tell them about our new show. We have a new podcast. It's called Don't Lie to Me. I'm Lexi Juanio, we're two best friends, 22 years apart, but so close at heart. And I'm Lisa de Julio, the old one, which means we have wildly different references, occasionally different opinions. And at this point in my 50s, I've lived it all. Now in my 30s, being the founder of new shoes, good taste is my business. Listen on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Well, we're keeping it hometowny. The subject line of this email is trouble in flavor town. So you know I had to pick it. And it starts, hey, best friends, I'm from Marin County. And then a parenthesis, it says trailside killer territory and neighbors with Karen's hometown Petaluma, hey, closed parenthesis. In high school, I was running with the wrong crowds and loving every minute of it. One day when I was 15, I was having dinner at a friend's house with this guy I was super into at the time. We were talking about the food when someone brought up cooking shows. He turned to me and told me that he had a great story for me. And of course, I'm always down for a great story. He told me that his good friend was planning to steal a really expensive car from a famous chef in San Francisco. And for this? Yes. Totally. That sounds familiar. Yeah. This guy was older than me, 16 at the time, and didn't strike me as a sexy James Bond grand theft auto type, even though I was a blossoming murderino. And I didn't care about anything other than getting guys to buy me cigarettes and getting my belly button pierced. So some months later, I'm in the car with a friend and she chose me. An article her mom just sent her with a headline, celebrity chef, Guy Fieri's Lamborghini is stolen from dealership lot in San Francisco. I remember this. Yes. It was 2011. Just want to let that settle in for a moment. He stole Guy Fieri's Lamborghini. And then it says Guy Fieri, restaurant or author and an Emmy award-winning TV personality, Mr. Flavor Town. My friend wasn't lying. This kid literally repelled off the roof to get down to the car in the middle of the night, impersonated a worker and then drove that shit right off the lot. Yeah, let him keep it at that point. You earned it. You earned it. And also, maybe he doesn't come off as like a sexy James Bond type, but he just earned his James Bond stripes by repelling anyway. I mean, if you went to like a rock climbing place, and you were repelling, it would be hot, but that's like where you need it most. Okay. So it says, the thing was bright fucking yellow. He drove it over the Golden Cambridge. He was literally 16 years old. I honestly couldn't even drive at that age. They hadn't found the car yet, and they didn't have a suspect in mind. I was like, there's no way I can get involved in this, but I know more than the cops about this crazy heist. After a few months without running into him, though, I once again started minding my own business. The bummer for this kid is that he actually was kind of a huge asshole, sociopath. A year later, he caused a massive scene by shooting at his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend from his motorcycle outside a bar. Oh my God. That's insane. The police tracked him back to a storage unit, and then boom, there's the bright yellow Lambo waiting for them, along with a shit ton of fake IDs, drugs, and guns. Wow. He stole that car and then went and parked it at a rent a center or whatever, not a rent in a center, at a storage center. Yes, storage center. Wow. We just left it there. And his own stupidity got him caught, like they wouldn't even have caught him. Yes. But he's clearly, when you get away with stuff, you're just like I get away with stuff. When they caught him, Guy Fieri actually had to testify against him in court, and I can't help but giggle when I think about that. In a news clip, Guy said brave kid and laughed it off as he was walking out of the courthouse. So bad ass. That's a straight up Gwen Paltrow. I hope you enjoy your life. Yes. Be blessed or whatever. The kid got 25 to live. life for attempted murder and is in sin, quitting as we speak. Anyways, thanks for reading this, ladies. I hope the facts are accurate. Because in true MFM form, it's a little fuzzy. Well, hey, that's old us. Anyways, stay sexy and don't fuck with flavor town. See. (laughing) The initial sea. That's for those stories you like have heard of. That's what I love about these hometowns. It's like, I remember that. Yes. And then it's like, yeah, that was my friend's buddy or whatever. Just the idea of like, you repel in to steal the most obvious car. Yeah. And you get away with it. I had a lot of hope for this kid until he became a fucking piece of shit. But like, the kind of kid at school where you're like, the teachers are so frustrated because they're like, this kid is so freaking smart. And he refuses to, you know, he needs to find the thing he loves and do it. Like stealing cars. I know it makes me go, did your dad start a second family? What pain are you processing as a 16 year old boy that's coming out in the way where you're repelling in and stealing Lamborghini? Totally. Totally. Send your story about that to my favorite murder. Gmail. Tell us some stories about second families. I haven't had a lot of those, have we? What? Other families? Second story. Second story. Secret families. Oh, secret families are good. Yeah. I think we've asked for like, ancestry.com. Yeah, but I want someone who's like, Graham, who's like, closer to it than, you know. Okay. You know? Either that or repelling stories. But it has to be over 30 feet. You can combine the two. Great. That would be ideal. Yeah. I survived nine months in captivity, and I've spent my life exploring how other people survive what should have destroyed them. I'm Elizabeth Smart, and these are the survivor files. Every week, I'm with survivors who live through the unthinkable, abducted, stalked, controlled, and nearly silenced. These are stories about what it takes to make it out alive. Listen to the survivor files with Elizabeth Smart on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. You broke me. I'm Andrea Gunning. On this season of betrayal, Carl thought he was living a normal, drama-free life, until the messages started. Listen to betrayal, season six, on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Okay. Another follow-up, actually. This one's called Marfa Ghostlites. Pick me. I know this one. Starts during George's story about the Marfa Ghostlites episode 555 Live at Bass Concert Hall, Austin Night 2. I was jumping up and down with my hand raised like the insufferable know-it-all I have always proudly been. To tell the story, I need to take you back to the early 1980s in a suburban Milwaukee town of New Berlin, not pronounced like the German city Berlin, but rather Berlin. Okay. I was eight years old and my BFF Cheryl was sleeping over in my basement bedroom. I don't know why my parents put the youngest child in a dark damp basement that was filled with centipedes and spiders, but it was the 80s and kids didn't matter. Also the name Cheryl with an SH is so 80s. It's so deeply 80s. Yeah. Suddenly in the very wee hours of the morning, Cheryl and I both woke up and sat bolt upright. Neither of us spoke. Our eyes were drawn to some strange red lights in the far corner of my bedroom, hovering just below the ceiling. They were small orbs, not illuminating the room but glowing. They were five or six of them and they were orbiting around each other in a small circle for maybe a minute. Then one by one they shot to the opposite corner of my bedroom and disappeared. Poof. Cheryl and I looked at each other and started freaking the fuck out, who jumped out of bed. Ran upstairs to tell the adults who immediately dismissed our screaming and panic as overactive imaginations and told us to go back to bed as it was still dark out. Childhood trauma unlocked. Cheryl and I never forgot. As we grew up, we grew apart to the point where we'd see each other maybe once a decade, but every time we'd reconnect we'd talk about what we coined as the red ants. Today I'm a staunch atheist, a hard skeptic and am pretty intolerant perhaps to a fault some might say of the supernatural. I don't believe in ghosts or general mumbo jumbo or essential oils as anything other than something as something that kind of smells good. Wow. Essential oils. Take in the hit. Yeah. I think we all dismiss those are not woo-woo anymore. Although I've said time and time again that I'd love to be proven wrong because it's nice to believe in something, but this one thing, these red ants had left that door to the supernatural ever so slightly ajar until flash forward several weeks ago and my forever curious and science-minded 19-year-old son came to me and said two words, ball lightning. He remembered this story that I told him 15 years earlier when we visited New Berlin. He said he had some extra time when he was at the college library so he decided to look into it and just like that, he solved the mystery that had been dogging me for almost half a century. Ball lightning is a rare and atmospheric phenomenon described as a glowing floating orb or spear that typically appears during thunderstorms but not always and last from a few seconds to a few minutes. It can appear both indoors and outdoors, it's also one of the theories behind the mysterious Marfa ghost lights and I believe this to be the absolute and definitive truth. See above reference to InSufferable Know It All. Mystery solved, science wins. By the way, thank you for the shout out to the El Paso Times newspaper where I worked as a copy editor for several years and it was one of my favorite places I lived and worked. You'll never find a city with nicer people, better food, a more vibrant culture and jaw-dropping landscapes. Love your show, love you guys more than you know, you've been the voices in my head throughout the ups and downs of my life and I couldn't ask for better parasocial besties. Stay sexy and tell your kids all your mysteries because someday they might solve them, Sarah. Ball lightning. Didn't bring that up. I don't remember. I can't remember. So, but I, doesn't that sound like, um. Bullshit? [laughs] No, what's the other one? spontaneous human combustion. Oh yes. Doesn't like, that could spark something. Right, there's all kinds of, yes, I, here's what I like about that email. I like a person who's like, "I'm a staunch, atheist, kind of non-believer, but I have to keep the door open." Yeah. Well, I guess until. But to me, I'm like, you also have to keep the door open because why in the world would you have four balls of ball lightning or whatever they call it in your basement? Totally. Like, one time happened to, like, no one else in your family, no one else you've ever spoken to has seen it. It's just like a fun, eerie thing that doesn't need to be. Well, right, because there's other versions of it. Also, the shit we don't know, like, yes, give it over to the shit we don't know. Yeah. For real. Okay. Sarah, I hope we have an upset you terribly. [laughs] Okay. This story is insane. I'm not going to reach this subject line. This is a great hero story. So it says, "Hi ladies, thoroughly enjoy the podcast. I've been a loyal listener from the beginning. If you're reading this, I'm probably listening on the NYC subway crying with happiness. I wanted to share a story about my father who was a legit cowboy and was straight up in a shootout in 2012. What? Sadly, this isn't a happy story for some involved, but I'm so proud of my dad. And I think he's the most badass person alive. So I wanted to share a story of the man who is my true hero. It was move in weekend 2012 at Texas A&M, and my dad was helping my step sister move into her sorority house with my step mom. As they were pulling up to the house, my step mom's car is sprayed with bullets. Immediately, my dad springs into action. He gets my step sister into the house, tells her to get everyone into the back and calls 911. He then pulls out his handgun, and then a parenthesis that says, "He has a license. It's Texas." And then says, "And gets my step mom, who has now been shot twice in the back out of the car and onto the ground." He runs down the block, gets behind a tree, and begins to fire back at the guy shooting. And he's doing it to distract the shooter so that people on the street can take cover as the police are showing up. Oh my God. At the time I lived in New York, and I'm reading live updates of this happening on the news, thinking, "Maybe I should call my family and make sure everyone is okay." Naturally, no one answers. Finally, my brother calls me and tells me what happened, and I'm on the first plane to Texas. And so basically, what happened was this. Constable Brian Bachman had gone to the house of 35-year-old Thomas K. Fall, or Kephal, to serve him with a notice to appear in court due to his failure to pay rent, and Kephal shot Bachman, point blank, and killed him. He then takes Bachman's semi-automatic pistol and goes up and down the block shooting people. All in all, he had three different types of rifles, plus Bachman's pistol. He discharged around 65 rounds of ammunition, and he did end up killing a civilian and wounding three additional police officers before being shot and killed by police. Thankfully my stepmom was okay after multiple surgeries. In parentheses, it says she's also a superwoman, and then it says sidebar. She's famously known for drinking Dr. Pepper, and when she woke up after all of her surgeries, the doctor asked what she needed, and she said, "The only doctor I needed is Dr. Pepper." The doctor quit right there. I have been standing here for 18 hours. - I did a 29 hour surgery on you. - Only these hands goes right into the Alex Baldwin monologue. These hands, okay. But the final, very important line of that paragraph is she was also up and walking three days after being shot. - Wow. - My dad was named Citizen of the Year in College Station and multiple police officers came to us in the hospital to shake his hand. Many of them told us it could have been much worse if he hadn't provided the distraction that he did. I asked my dad what he was thinking when it happened and he said it was something I just knew I had to do. There were college kids and people outside and I knew I needed to do something to distract the gunman. End quote. Seriously, the most selfless thing I've ever heard. Anyway, that's the story of my dad, a literal fucking Texas cowboy who no one should ever fuck with. - Wow. - And then it says thankfully I inherited that quality - Yes, SDGM, Allison. - Allison, wow. That's like it wouldn't have crossed my mind to be like, make him shoot this way. - Yes. - Like distract him from his target. - Yes, very like just random shooting into crowds and basically give him the gun fight he's asking for. - Right. And you're like, you're safe. You're not aiming, maybe you're not even aiming at him. It's just like get his attention away. That's incredible. - Lisa, tell them about our new show. - We have a new podcast. I'm Lexi Juanu, we're two best friends, 22 years apart, but so close at heart. Listen on the I Heart Radio app, Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. From shocking betrayals to carefully planned murders, the BlackFX new original podcast series, Bloodline Crimes, hosted by me, Morgan Wood, explores the darkest and bizarre cases where family became the most dangerous threat of all. Listen to the BlackFX Bloodline Crimes every Thursday, starting October 8th, from the BlackFX podcast network on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Okay, my last one's called How a Cat Saved My Bloodline. This one's pretty crazy too. Hello, MFM team. I recently discovered your podcast on Netflix and had been binge watching all your episodes. What? We have so many questions to ask you, you're a brand new demographic. I know, I didn't know that was a thing that someone was gonna find us there. Were they like, "Hey, who are those fucking hotties?" Who are they? I better watch that. What are they thinking going in from the eyeballs first? Everybody else. Everybody else was like, "What?" It's like going in from into the pool slowly head first. What? Well, we have a lot of unordered, whole ones that you can find on podcast apps. Yeah, that's right. There's this whole thing called podcasting where your eyes aren't involved and you can do it while you drive. You're gonna love it. It's easier for everyone involved. Especially with us. Thank you, exactly. Thank you. I was born and raised in Edmonton, Canada and I'm of Chinese heritage. I live a good life and I am lucky to be a descendant of badass immigrants but I am fortunate to realize that the unlikeliest of scenarios ultimately led to where I am today. During the second, Sino-Japanese War, Japanese imperialist forces occupied China. My paternal grandfather was a doctor having a successful medical clinic in Zongshan and the Sikwai residential district. He was secretly part of the underground guerrilla resistance, fighting against the atrocities of the Japanese forces. The commander of the Japanese imperialist forces brought his son into the clinic, having exhausted other medical professionals and was still unable to have his son cured. Despite my grandfather's involvement with the guerrilla, he cured the commander's son. The commander was so grateful that he posted a notice outside the clinic ordering any imperialist soldiers passing the clinic to salute. My grandfather used this newfound status to hide a register of all the members of the guerrilla inside the clinic. Wow. Now, because suddenly, he's just like on a different plane and he's the plus brute name. Yeah. My grandmother, a badass army medic instructor, yelled at him, obviously because of the inherent danger of having this list in their possession. If found, they would undoubtedly have been executed. My grandfather ignored my grandmother and hid the register in a pot of rice husks used for fuel under a pile of dried husks. The family cat also used this pot as a litter box. (laughing) One day, the Japanese soldiers got wind of the list and went to the clinic to search for it. They tore the clinic apart in their search. A Japanese soldier put his hand in the pot of husks and touched cat shit. He pulled his hand out and discussed and abandoned any further search into the pot. Had he gone past the cat poop, he would have found the register and had my grandparents execute it. Holy shit. Thanks to a pile of cat shit, my grandparents and all the members of the Gorilla survived the Japanese occupation and had my dad shortly after the war. Wow, stay sexy and listen to grandmother and maybe look where you're putting your hand. Priscilla. Priscilla. Incredible story. Yeah, that's like one of those literal cats saved the cat's saved lives. Yes, and I wonder, did the grandfather, it was that the idea? Was it the ultimate perfect camouflage of no one will go past this layer? 'Cause it's so disgusting. Or was that just how it stands? Yeah, if I had a plastic baggy, put a bunch of whatever in it, sealed it up. Yeah, no one's going to check the fucking cat box. No, that's pretty brilliant. It's really good. Okay, I hope you're ready for my last one 'cause it's kind of a mind-bender. I'm not gonna read you the whole subject line, but it is a celebrity encounter which you know are my favorite. I'm really excited. Okay, great. It says, "My very favorite podcasters." That's nice. There's millions out there. So many to choose from. We made it. I've been listening since episode six or seven. Holy shit. And have been patiently waiting years to have a story worthy of one of your prompts. And I think celebrity encounters is just that opportunity. Buckle up because I think I have one of the most MFM-coded celebrity encounters outside of those Hawaiians terrorized by Ezra Miller in 2022. In 2017, my husband and I were in Paris with our two young children who were five and seven at the time. We were coming from a nice dinner and stopped at a "le mosque taille" is a guess of the pronunciation. It's essentially a mini French grocery store. Oh, we don't wanna hear from French people about how bad that pronunciation was, by the way. We understand how much you hate us. There's nothing we know better. I think there are a little bit of a sign. Defending their whole society. Their freedoms against violent authorities. So hopefully they don't hear this. We're for you and my inability to speak foreign languages with any kind of grace has nothing to do with the respect we have for you. That's right, now that we got that out of the way. Anyhow, shut up. So there at "le mosque taille" to grab a six pack for my husband and some ice cream for the kids. The line was insanely long, like 25 people easily. So I was waiting at the little table by the window with the kids while my husband waited in line. Out of nowhere, a completely unhinged screaming Frenchman stormed in the door, pushed through the lines of people, jumped on the counter and started punching the ever loving shit out of one of the cashiers. It devolved into an insane brawl and everyone was panicked. I was pushed against the glass with both kids as people started backing away from the fight. While my husband maintained his spot in line because you can't just walk away after waiting that long. Am I right? That's so genius. I don't know if that's super American or super French. I can't. Or just like, yeah, you froze in place, but you're also-- this is my spot. I was terrified and had zero idea what to do. When all of a sudden, two insanely tall, insanely hot beacons of safety marched in the door. It was none other than Alexander Scar's guard and his younger brother, Bill, swooping into safe. It just started right fucking now. Are you kidding me? So the email says, no, people are allowed to lie to us in these emails, but that's not a lie. This isn't a lie. And here's how we know. And I mean, this is the story. They stood-- this is hilarious. And this is just for you. They stood Scar's guard at the door. And it says in parentheses, sorry. At the door where it seemed like they would jump in and protect us all if the fight moved into the crowd, like two very handsome overdressed bouncers. So it says, very crappy photo attached. I was trying not to be the dick snapping a picture during an act of crime. It's not my finest work. So I'll show you that after. Oh, my God. So basically, like a fight breaks out where a guy gets onto the counter. They're just watching the fight. This Scar's guards run in to make sure no one gets hurt. Right. We all thought that was the end. But just as they got the guy outside, the clerk literally leapt over the counter, ran outside, and attacked the puncture, eventually trying to choke him out on the ground. I'm pretty sure they also broke up that fight. And then it says, my memory's a little fuzzy. And then Alexander ushered the rest of us out of the store to safety. As I was passing through the door, we locked eyes. He was dazzled by my hasaf, motherly instincts, and we fell madly in love and ran away together to live one as one big blended family. in Southern France, okay, in reality, my husband paid for his beer. (laughs) - Hero. - Hero of the story. - Stepped the landing, got that beer, came outside to meet me and the kids and we walked back to our flat. But on the way, we passed those very same-scarred scards, eating it in outdoor cafe and we all recognized each other and had an amazing what the fuck actually just happened back there discussion for a few minutes before we went on our merry way. It seems that they had heard the ruckus from their restaurant and swooped into help. I mean, could they be any more dreamy? It was truly the highlight of our trip and perhaps my life. I am also very grateful that you all have given me the opportunity to share. Also grateful for the many hours of entertainment and parasocial camaraderie that you've provided as we are totally best friends in my head. You all bring so much joy into the world and I hope you receive it back tenfold. - Oh. - That's so lovely. - Yeah. - I'm pretty sexy and don't go to Paris without a scars guard. Alex. - Wow. I'm sweating. I'm so excited. - Right? It's crazy. - Let me open it Molly sent me the bills of the hot scary look kind of like scary looking in my heart. - You've always got a cowboy vibe to him. - Damn. - But gentlemen. - But gentlemen. - I'll exander back there just standing by. - Look at that furrowed brow. Oh, that is. That's crazy. - Here's the other thing I would love to know because they're from Sweden. - I think so or something like that. - I just wonder what the fist fight vibe is in Sweden where it's just, you know what I mean? Like if you-- - It has to be polite, right? - Yeah. - Or they're not litigious. Like they let people fight it. Obviously that was like somebody's ex. There was some sort of story. - Yeah. I feel like it would be very gentlemanly the fight in Holland or Sweden. - I like to think so. - In other words, like, you know, pedaluma where it's like, hey, if they start fighting when the bar close, you just let them fight it out. No one calls the cops. And there's no crying. Just let people fight. - Wow. - You know what I mean? - Well, that was, that was incredible. - I mean, I'm glad you saved that this long. It was totally worth it. - Alison, thank you. Thank you for finally giving us this gift. - I love that. Yeah. The scars guard are now an MFM lore. And like, what more could we want out of life? - Which is crazy. - Which is basically like, my dream happened and now it's your dream too. It's like, hell, yes, it's your dream. - Yeah. - We're in. - When someday, when someone makes an MFM with a pdia, like a wiki, they're in. All right. Well, thanks for sending those in. You guys send us any of the stories you want or don't want to tell us. - Yeah. Just search your heart and stay sexy. - And don't get murdered. - Goodbye. - Elvis, do you want a cookie? - Ah. - This has been an exactly right production. - Our managing producer is Molly Smith. - Our consulting producer is Kate Schellbach. - Our creative lead is Alison Agosti. - Our associate producer is Tessa Hughes and our editor is Aristotle Acevedo. - This episode was mixed by Leonis Koalachi. - Email your hometowns to my favorite murder at gmail.com and follow the show on Instagram at my favorite murder. - Listen to my favorite murder on the iHeartRadio app Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. - Or watch new episodes every week on Netflix. - Search for my favorite murder, add us to your list and hit the double thumbs up button. - Goodbye. - I survived nine months in captivity and I've spent my life exploring how other people survive what should have destroyed them. - I'm Elizabeth Smart and these are the survivor files. - Every week I'm with survivors who live through the unthinkable, abducted, stalked, controlled, and nearly silenced. - From shocking betrayals to carefully planned murders, the black effects, new original podcast series, Bloodline Crimes, hosted by me, Morgan Wood, explores the darkest and bizarre cases where family became the most dangerous threat of all. Listen to the black effects Bloodline Crimes every Thursday, starting October 8th from the black effects podcast network on the iHeartRadio app Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. - There was no anything inside those eyes. They turned black. It scared the hell out of me. - Evil wake up. I'm the one that saw the murder, take place by Kremet and DiPippo. - Anthony DiPippo showed no signs of remorse, appearing unfazed after being sentenced to the maximum. - I said I'm not guilty, I'll take it to the grave. - Listen to the devil's quarry and the bone valley feed on the iHeartRadio app Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. [BLANK_AUDIO]