Last Podcast On The Left - Episode 446: Jack Unterweger Part II - I Love L.A.

Episode Date: March 20, 2021

In this conclusion to our Jack Unterweger series, we follow the Austrian serial killer to Los Angeles — detailing his various murders in the City of Angels, his eventual capture, and the trial that had to account for his death toll across multiple countries.

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There's no place to escape to, this is the last talk on the left, that's when the cannibalism started. What was that? You know what this episode makes me jealous of? What? Vacations. Because of all of the serial killers. Think about this.

Think about just how much room service Jack Unterweger got to eat as a person, because I feel like... Yeah, but this room service is really that good. They always put the fish in the chicken, Caesar salad, and they hate the sardine. And chovie, it depends on... It's an anchovy? What's the difference between a sardine and an anchovy? One's got a big old dick.

I think. I'm not certain. They're just different fish. They are different. Okay. Jack Unterweger got to go to like spas, he got to do all the shit, fucking, David Berkowitz had to deliver mail. He had a job to do, and burned down the town.

Jack Unterweger got to go to jail once already, and then got to travel the world, and we just sit in the same homes. Man, son of Sam, like David Berkowitz didn't even get to deliver the mail. He was running the ZMT machine, the one that was proven to cause all of the fucking postal massacres of the late 80s, early 90s, treated people like robots, and David Berkowitz didn't even go outside. I think you guys have lost all touch with what makes being a human fun. Welcome to the last podcast on the left, everyone, I am Ben, hanging out with Henry, and of course

Marcus. Yes, well, fantastic way to start. I guess, I don't even know what you're jealous of. Jack Unterweger is the only diamond delta, like, flyer in the superhero color world. We are getting into part two of Jack Unterweger, but before that, you just triggered me. I remembered, as of a year ago, all you two elitists would talk about, Marcus and Henry. Our points are your delta sky miles, and if I hear that term one more time when we start traveling again, this podcast is going to become me in prison screaming at a wall alone,

because I'm going to kill both of you. Ben, just so you know, I know you've been worried about this, but I know you were, but because of the pandemic, my gold medallion status has not disappeared, and it has continued into the new year. My bro, not only did they send me a new tiara, but also what they're going to do is they're going to give me a seeing eye person at the airport for now on, which is just this little man, not a little person, because we don't want to marginalize them, just someone very, very small.

And they get to go on a little leash, and they get to take me from all these various places, and they come through the crowd for me. You are a horrible person, well speaking of horrible people, let's get on to part two of Jack Unterweger. So when we left off last on the Jack Unterweger story, the year was 1990, and Jack had just been released from prison after serving 15 years for a brutal, sexually motivated killing that obviously typified the behavior of a future serial killer. But as we know, while Jack had been in prison, he'd become a writer, and based mostly off

his book Purgatory or The Trip to Prison, Jack Unterweger had become a celebrity in his native Austria. As a consequence, Jack pretty much went straight from four walls in a cot to appearances on TV talk shows while wearing double-breasted, white disco suits 20 years at a date and driving fancy cars with vanity license plates bearing his own name. Technically, that's the same lifespan as Cedric the Entertainer. Yeah, absolutely. Nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with a good three-piece suit.

You have to have a little bit of sympathy, not for any, not obviously he's a horrible person. But he went to prison, there was a certain style then, and he came out, and he just picked up with the same style. So that's not that bad. There was a lot of evidence that style had changed. I think what it was is that that was the style back then, and then when he got out of prison he had a best-selling book, he could finally afford the style that he couldn't afford when

he first went into prison, so he's reliving some past memory. Oh yeah, that's why I have probably close to 200 graphic tees, because that's all I wanted as a little boy was more and more horrorsharks. Yeah, that's very true. But even though Jack was a monster, he wasn't one to rest on his low rolls. In November of 1990, within months of his release, his next novel, called Dungeon, appeared in bookstores all across Austria, almost universally panned as a poor follow-up to Purgatory. His fucking head wasn't in the game!

Well the plot of Dungeon seems to be pretty much more of the same, but worse. Which was just creative retellings of his criminal past. Yeah, no one talks about the album after under the table and dreaming. Absolutely not. In a short excerpt we will now read, Jack gave an account of a crime in 1973 in which he and his girlfriend Maru traveled through Italy and Jack posed as a male sex worker to lure in a robbery victim. I like how he flips it.

To set the scene, we're coming into the story here right when a Mercedes, driven by a John, pulls over to inquire with Jack about a sexual business transaction, and Jack holds a knife to the John's throat as soon as he gets in the car. But if it's a female John, is it then a Jane? It's a male John. Oh, so he's going gay for pay? Yeah, he's going, well at least that's the appearance. So Jack puts the knife up to the guy's throat and the guy says, what are you doing?

Shut your mouth! You'll get a few years in prison for this! I laughed out loud and shrill. Ah! You say catch me, roll over onto your belly, I tied his hands behind his back with shoelaces. I drove far as the sounds of Via Casalina until no more houses were visible. There was nothing around, pure talkness, on a metal obscured by bushes. I stopped the car, end station!

I got out, went around the car, opened the passenger door, and I jerked him out in the cool evening air. Wait, you did what? You jerked him off? I jerked him out of it. You jerked him? You didn't jerk him off in the cool? No, I jerked him out.

Okay. Okay. He wanted to defend himself, tried to spread his legs, but was defeated by his bound feet and hands. Is he, are you Dr. Evil now? His Christ, brought my rage to a boil, not a seamer! I ripped off his pants and strewn them, it's like any other pieces of his clothing in the nearby bushes, out of me broke forces of hate and cynicism.

I spat on him and kicked him, all the while cursing him with my tirades of hate. My body felt agitated, as though filled with ants, filled to the brim with ants, like the oogie boogie mean. With ants. I wanted to say to him- Wait, your body feels like it's full of ants? Fitted with ants. I wanted to say so much to him, but had to suppress it, so not to betray myself. I went to work on him without seeing him.

He was only an object, in an image of glaring sharpness, I observed my movements in slow immersion. The swift blows of my fists were accompanied by shrill cries, and I couldn't calm myself, hurt him, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Almost too late. When do you jerk him off? I did, with not the point of the mission. Almost too late I sensed the pressure of my full bladder, and the first vet in a seat

looked into my pants. This arrest I played like a dog, and used his naked body like a tree trunk. Do dogs play with a lot of tree trunks? He meant that he played like a dog, that means he pretended to be a dog and he pissed on the guy. He peed his pants a little bit, and then held it, and then saved the rest, and then peed on the guy, like a dog would on a deep tree trunk. I lifted my leg, and they went whoof whoof whoof, and then made the spiritual, and whoof

I knew I was a good dog then. This man, that's the talent that got this man out of prison for raping and murdering a young woman. This is a German translation, and it's the bad, it's a translation and it's a bad book. It's the bad book, yeah yeah, this is German to English, perhaps it's on the veteran German. I'm just gonna say this, when you kill somebody, and you get out of prison early because you happen to be a good writer, every fucking thing you write better be great, because as soon as it's not, you go right back to prison, and Caviana would put on this.

What's interesting about this particular excerpt is that Jack vaguely lays out his entire modus operandi, and in making himself the sex worker in the story, he becomes both the victim and the perpetrator, which are two roles that a serial killer is very comfortable inhabiting. Absolutely, as the ultimate narcissist, he does view himself, not only, he views himself as a victim of himself, and so he knows, like, because he knows the inner workings and knows that he has set up a construct, and so he actually develops his own inner sense of bitterness, of the abyss between the person he's pretending to be and the person who he is.

So he actually views the world as constantly making him pretend to not be a monster, because they won't allow him to be one. When I was growing up, we used to spank our kids, and my father used to spank me, and he would say, this hurts me more than it hurts you, and I would tell him, it hurts me more. I know it does. Because my body is hurting. But Keith Ranieri, from Nexium, he also wrote a story, I think it's very interesting, it's

kind of higher functioning shitheads, that... Yeah, sociopath. They think that they are so fucking clever, that they can write their entire MO out, because this is also a part of his game. He purposely wrote his MO into a book so that he can flagrantly show, like, look, this is what I do. Keith Ranieri wrote this whole thing about the sexual sadist and how he becomes bored and becomes and starts wanting to control people, and it is an exact mirror image of

who he is as a person. All right. Very similar to O.J. writing, if I did it. Is very small if. Yeah. Or it's like that scene in Sideways, where Paul Giamatti does the whole monologue about the Pino grape, and he might as well at the end just go, I'm the grape.

It's very obvious. It's very, very obvious. Okay. In this excerpt, Jack even lays out how and when he gets sexual satisfaction from murders, telling us explicitly, through the, quote, wetness seeping into his pants, that he ejaculates specifically through violent murder and not through any sort of conventional sexual stimulation. Fuck your flashlight. I have my jean pant.

Oh my goodness. Interestingly, though, by the time Dungeon appeared in bookstores across Austria, Jack Unterweger had already resumed killing women. What made Jack Unterweger particularly dangerous, though, was the fact that he didn't conform to one of the most common serial killer behaviors. Oh my God, and of course, that's doing two spaces after a period. I never heard you're supposed to do two spaces after a period. I was raised on the two spaces after a period, and all of a sudden we're not supposed to

do two spaces after a period. Who does that? That's not how I was raised. Who does that? Sociopaths. Every one in Wisconsin. See most serial killers tend to kill in places where they're comfortable, or at least in environments they can control.

And while there certainly are traveling serial killers, most tend to stay in close proximity to either their home or a familiar place. Or it could also be the traveling serial killers are very difficult to catch. Serial killers who stay close to home are just the ones that we know about. For example, David Berkowitz, the son of Sam, lived in Yonkers, but he murdered victims in New York neighborhoods that he'd gotten to know during his days as a taxi driver, which made getaways that much easier. It's also 20 minutes on the Metro.

Can you imagine getting into a cab and your cab driver is David Berkowitz? I mean, they are mostly David Berkowitz. Every Uber conversation you have with David Berkowitz. Every single Uber I've taken in LA was driven by an Armenian David Berkowitz. By contrast, Jack Unterweger murdered victims in three different countries on two continents, in surroundings that were sometimes entirely unfamiliar. In doing this, Jack Unterweger could descend upon a city, kill multiple women in quick succession, then leave before an investigation led to his front door.

However, while he might have been killing women on different continents, so as to allay suspicion, it could also be that Jack Unterweger killed on multiple continents simply because he could. He was like Ted Bundy. He was not a planner. You know what I mean? He was an impulsive killer. And so I think with Jack Unterweger, his style, he's kind of like, you know, I hate

to put it this way. He's like a one-man band where it's like, I think that people that hunt in their neighborhoods, like serial killers that hunt in their neighborhoods, a part of it is there is a territorial aspect, I do think. I think that they view this as their hunting grounds and that they claim ownership over it, where Jack Unterweger truly did not care about a single thing or anybody else on the face of the planet, the only thing he cared about was the vetness in his jeans. It would be extremely difficult to be a serial killer as a one-man band trying to sneak up

on everyone. The cymbals. Oh my God, you're going to have the horn under your armpit, so that'll give you some good horn sound every now and again. And every time you hear the fucking accordion, you know you're going to jump into zoom stomp fish. Absolutely. Got a washboard with you at all times and then not to mention your shoes, tap shoes.

Well, there's a reason why Jack Unterweger had the resources to travel around. See in Austria, and in most developed countries around the world, the arts are actually supported by the government in a financial sense through grants and such. They learned from Hitler. What happens when you don't support these artists? I support these artists. That's the big lesson the Germans learn. Also, remember when YouTube learned that lesson from that one YouTuber who shot everybody

up? It's the same thing, but they just took the money away. That's true. Now normally, this is a good thing, but of course a government subsidizing the arts. And plenty of wonderful art, particularly short form animation, has been made through government grants. Yeah, Jan Schwenkmeier. Yeah.

Love it. He's a real guy. That's real. What this meant in Jack Unterweger's case was that the very same government that was giving this supposedly reformed killer a second chance was also subsidizing his murders around the world. And all of that started in Czechoslovakia in September of 1990. You wait.

You just said that out loud. Wait until Rand Paul brings that up in the next Senate hearing. Wait until the Unterweger rule comes in and now we no longer have PBS. Just four months after being released from prison for his first obviously proto-serial murder, Jack Unterweger resumed his reign of terror that would leave a further 10 women horrifically and brutally murdered in a spree that lasted just a little over nine months. That's all. People also could try to say that he didn't go into berserker mode like we do with most

serial killers, but it seemed like his entire quote unquote, serial killing career was in berserker mode. Yeah. He's literally to use a person that you often reference, just Bo Jackson that short career, but the entire time you were like, that was insane. That was a lot of career in a small time. The first victim was a sex worker named Blanca Bacova, a 30 year old mother who worked in a butcher shop by day and the streets of Prague by night.

As opposed to other serial killers who might want to hide their movements, Jack was completely open with everyone about going to Prague. In satisfying some sick sense of irony, Jack was claiming to travel to Prague for research on the city's red light district for a magazine article, and amazingly he did in fact write that magazine article. Oh, yes. He's kind of like a Hunter S. Thompson meets Satan. Yeah.

Well, in this, Jack probably thought he was being clever because traveling to those districts under the guise of journalism would give him a reason to be there should the investigation ever lead to him. Instead, all this eventually did was give investigators a very clear roadmap to Jack's whereabouts. See, this is where you and I differ a little bit, dog meat, of talking about Jack Unterweger because I do believe that Jack Unterweger, what puts him down to a class B, serial killer versus a class A, is that he was terrible at covering his tracks and that he, in my mind,

he was so flagrant because he was such a damaged, broken shithead that he always wanted everyone to kind of know that he was doing it. I think in a weird way, he liked the dog whistle of inserting all of this stuff so people could read it and say, like, holy fucking shit, he was doing this this whole time. What an evil genius. Is it possible, Marcus, also, that he, because he had already gotten away with murder, just like legitimately said, oh, I can do this? Society has allowed me to, so it's not even a big deal, like whatever.

Maybe. I think maybe subconsciously he did want people to know, but I think Jack Unterweger got off even more on getting away with it, and as we'll see later, the moment his freedom is taken away, he fucking just, he can't stand it. He can't stand not having, like he wants to have freedom more than anything. He does want to be an evil genius. I also do agree with you that he was fucking awful at covering his tracks. I'm not saying he was good at it, like he, like the way he covered his tracks was really

fucking dumb. Again, like you were saying earlier, he thought he was a lot smarter than he really was. Was it possible that he was also trying to hide behind celebrity? Celebrity used to be a bit more of a shield when it comes to atrocious crimes. I think that has changed, and that's fine with me, but do you think he was also, like, the more famous I get, the less they can touch me? It's weird, because I don't know if he necessarily thought like that. I think that he always, when he was walking down the street before he went to jail, he

thought people were taking pictures of him and being like, who's that guy? I think he always thought he had star quality, and that what the celebrity thing actually does is, maybe it actually speaks more to your point, is that it actually makes him think, I do have the magic touch, like I can make it happen for me. I can now commit, I can also convince, I can commit murders with impunity as well. And he also did have a shield with celebrity because with the celebrity came defenders. There were people who defended Jack Unterweger until the day of his fucking conviction. And that was something that also made him a little excited, that he had people that

were defending his every move, even though he was so fucking obvious that he was a serial killer to everybody else. Just see that little jagged toothed British Alan Dershowitz supporting him in the sun, in the sun tabloids. I think it was Alan Dershowitz. It may have been, I guess, yeah. On September 14, 1990, Jack Unterweger began his serial killing career in earnest by murdering Blanca Bacova with an MO that would almost immediately establish itself with a few alterations

later on. First, Jack would pick up a sex worker in a car and drive them to some wooded area. Then he'd use an intimate article of their own clothing, stockings, leotards, or bras, to strangle them to death. He'd then undress the victim completely but leave all the jewelry and cash behind because he wanted to make sure that investigators knew that this was not about robbery. He would, however, take the IDs and dispose of them elsewhere so as to hinder identification. Finally, he'd partly cover the bodies with leaves, dirt, and branches, but not so covered

that discovery of the body would be difficult because part of the thrill for Jack was knowing that the discovery was going to fuck up a second person's day. Because he's purposefully displayed the bodies in a way that was very degrading, and upon, when you walk in, you are affronted by the sight of it. Yeah. I mean, to be fair, I mean, the main problem is the murder. Yeah, yeah, yeah. He could have made her a princess and put a crown on her and were like, that's at least

not degrading. They were like, yas, yeah, celebrating, but yeah, gave her a full facial mask and all that kind of stuff. Leave her good. Leave her good corpse. The self-care killer could be huge. It's horrible. Just don't murder anyone.

Yeah, just don't. No, no. Of course, that's the worst part, but think of it as a chaser. That's the chaser to the actual murder itself. Some of these bodies went undiscovered for months, but Blanca Bacovas' body was found the next day in a tributary of the Vltava River, lying in a shallow stream covered in tree branches, stabbed only one time in the buttocks. See with the stab, Jack seemed to have been playing around with what's known in serial

killer investigation as a signature. While an M.O. is how a serial killer kills, a signature is something done on purpose that makes that killing specific to the killer. Like how the Golden State Killer used to put dishes on the person's back and go eat meals. Like it was like a thing that he used to do ritualistically. Or BTK used to fucking off the way he used to leave serial out because he was a serial killer. And Ronnie DeSalvo with the big ornate bows.

Yeah, exactly. I mean, it's both what makes the serial killer particularly gratified sexually and it's a way for the killer to take credit because it both gives their crimes notoriety and it gives the killer a wildly misplaced sense of accomplishment. For Jack's next few murders, he killed closer to home 120 miles away from Vienna in the city of Graz, population 328,000. The first killed in Graz was Brunnhilde Mosser, who'd been working Graz's red light district for over a decade.

Her body was found naked and half eaten by animals, five miles outside of Graz by children playing in the woods. There was briefly a suspect for this murder, a man named Wolfgang Wladowski, but thankfully Wolfgang had an alibi. I was at the log cutting show where we all sit and drink the beer and watch a man cut a log. You make fun of it, buddy. You wait until I'm commutating the log cutting show from Chicago.

Yeah, that's a good city. We should do, Monday we'll be able to tell you where we're going to be going, we'll be watching some of these log cutting shows. You know what I'm saying? That technically sounds like a show where you watch a man shit in the pool. Yes, of course. That's exactly what I was thinking. But because Wolfgang was clean, the cops had no suspects and Jack kept on killing.

On December 5th, 1990, Jack murdered Haida Marie Hammerer, leaving her body in the woods to be found by hikers weeks later on New Year's Eve. But with this one, people were starting to notice Jack Unterweger in the red light district of Graz. Witnesses put a forward Mustang with the license plate W. Jack won at the scene, but as we said, Jack's writing assignments gave him a reason to be there. As a journalist, are you supposed to stick out that much? I don't think so.

You are showing up in a cherry red sports car with a vanity plate. You're dressed in a full white suit, going on doing this shit. That's where it seems to be. That's where he starts to enter into Batman villain territory, where it's been like he shows up in his Unterweger wagon. You could see it from a mile away. A vanity plate for a serial killer does not seem that smart, but it also seems right on brand.

Yeah, but that's the thing. He did learn a lesson in picking up victims in a car with his own fucking name on the license plate. He learned very quickly that that was a dumb fucking idea. So when he picked up and murdered L. Freedy Shrimp, three months later, he did so in a Volkswagen Golf. Oh, as if the Volkswagen needed more bad press. Well, speaking of sociopaths, Michael Jordan, who I do respect very much, I think probably

the greatest of all time. He's a winner. He used to have MJ 23 on his vanity plate, but then he realized that everyone knew it was him. And that led to a lot of problems because he couldn't drive anywhere. So he had to change his vanity plate, too. So that's a sports association. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's, um, yeah, it's a cupcake boy.

Yeah, the cupcake man. Was it shrimp that made your mind go towards the NBA with Detlef Shrimp? Was that it? Yeah, that shrimp with the Seattle Super Sonics, he was one of the better German players. What? Yeah. They had a German NBA basketball player? Oh God, definitely Detlef Shrimp.

Oh yeah, with Sean Camp. Yeah, that was a great team. Yeah, you should have. They used to name the two white dudes that are in basketball. Sean Camp. Sean Camp was white? No, Sean Camp was black. Yeah.

Oh wow, I don't know. I know, you're taking of Lottie D. Vock. Oh yeah. How would you even be thinking of Lottie D. Vock? All right, can we just get back to this TV story? It also seems like the close call scared Jack a little, because Alfredi's skeletal remains weren't found until the following October, about six months later, and they were found 400 yards from the nearest road.

By that same token, though, Jack also found that undiscovered bodies removed a key piece of the jolt he got from killing. It took away the chaser. As a result, his next few victims were found in fairly quick succession, and Jack, reaching the limit of how many articles he could write about sex work in other cities, began killing in Vienna, his city of residence. Okay, okay, how far do I put? How do I put?

Okay, no, no, no, okay. The best taco stands near the red light district. Okay, that's what I switched to. That's great. I switched to an eating book, and then I can cover the local eateries and the rib sticking awesome to wonderful, delightful, just local diners and fucking good drives. Oh, that would be so much fun. Diners, drive-ins, and dives, yeah, that's a great idea.

Unfortunately, we don't think you're the host for that, but we did want to say love the article, however, we're moving on to a listicle format. So if you could just take all of your red light districts, just break it out into a listicle for us. I could make a list of all the things I've killed and all the things that I hate. All right. I'm sorry, I meant, I can, I can, I can, I can, we're just going to need a listicle. Over a period of just one month, from April 8th, 1991 to May 7th, Jack killed four women.

All sex workers won every 10 days on average. Geez. With this spree, though, Jack finally settled on the signature that would eventually get him caught. He still drove them out to the woods, got him naked, and strangled them to death, but Jack was now leaving the strangulation implement tied around the victim's neck instead of disposing it elsewhere. In the case of the Vienna victims, they were all strangled with either their stockings

or leotards, which had been fashioned into elaborate nooses that allowed Jack to apply enormous pressure. Do you think that there is also a psychological link to using their clothes? Yeah. That show, I mean, yeah, I mean, obviously he's doing it for a point, but I wonder in my mind, like, is it just that he shows, I can kill you with anything, that I don't need a knife, I don't need a pipe, I don't need anything, I kill you just from what you're standing there wearing.

I think it is. I mean, we're getting into armchair psychiatrists territory here, but I think it speaks to his sixth sense of irony. I think he does have a sense of irony where he wants to kill the victim with their most intimate piece of clothing. Yeah, that's interesting. Yeah, something that could be used for comfort, something that should be something that only loved ones see, or in this case, you know, customers.

Or doctor or custom agent, or sometimes you got to show it to a traffic cop. Something that's very interesting. I mean, it's not strictly irony, but I'm also not giving Jack a whole lot of fucking credit here for knowing exactly what strict irony is. And again, I'm just going to add a little levity here. I know. It's inappropriate. That's inappropriate.

I'm not victim blaming by any stretch of the imagination. I'm just saying how strong were those clothes? I mean, because nowadays you buy underwear, you get a strong bean fart, and those will disintegrate off your body. Things used to be made better. I'm going to go ahead and victim blame you, Kissel. Thank you. You might be, if all of your underwear just disintegrates off your body.

I am going to say. When was the last time you had a pair of underwear for more than three weeks? I wear, I have underwear for years. Yeah, years and years. You might be the source, the calls coming from inside the house. I'm not answering. I'm not. The extra layer of cruelty here is that the bodies were all stumbled upon by people just

trying to have a nice day in the woods. It's not like this was, you know, the sort of like, you know, where you would have in certain missing persons cases where you've got people that are out actually looking for the bodies. You could put them in places where people would find them by accident. He's doing it to ruin their day. He's doing it to put it in a place where it'd be easily found. Silica Zogler was found by a couple on a forest stroll, while Karen Araglu was found by a

woman out looking for her guinea pig's favorite food. Like the definition of a fucking frolic. It's so, yeah, you're just looking for guinea pig food. Oh my God. What's the favorite food of the guinea pig? I mean, our guinea pig loved a hamburger. No shit. I don't get it.

Didn't your guinea pig die in the middle of the night? Yeah. You know, I don't know. It was a massive architect from all the hamburgers. But despite the fact that Unterweger was a literary celebrity, some sex workers didn't know his face any more than the average American sex worker on the streets in 1970 would have been able to recognize John Updike or Truman Capote, although I'm sure there were and are plenty of well-read sex workers.

I can't recognize John Updike or Truman Capote. I think you can, the thing is Updike, no idea. No clue. Anywhere. I could smell Truman Capote, though. He could smell. You were about to call Truman Capote human shitty? Human chipote.

Human crapole? Sure. Either way. No, human capote. He's my favorite writer. Ben, show some respect. No, I'm not. Oh my God.

Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Well, this just showed the insight of Mr. Marcus Parks. I was thinking he smelled very good. But I'm saying Truman Capote smelled, I'm sure that he was covered in fantastic sense. The only author I know who he looks like is Stephen King, because he puts himself in all his movies. Stephen King is not an ugly man.

He has a character's face. We'll move on. I just think he's handsome. But concerning the women in Austria, one sex worker who didn't recognize Jack Unterweger was Regina Prem. She wrote in her diary, which was later used as evidence in Jack's case about a man she called The Comedian. Oh, God, I don't know.

She wrote that The Comedian jabbered on and on about his film projects and his books, but was at the same time particularly proud of his prison tattoos. She also wrote that he had a kink for handcuffs and would, quote, satisfy himself perversely on top of her. Actually, I wonder if you were similar to Chick-a-tilla where he had a hard time getting it up. No, he didn't. He had no problem at all.

We'll see you later on. Thanks for the confidence, Marcus. No, Marcus. There's evidence. There's evidence. Marcus knows all about people's erections ability, erected erection abilities. I, during the course of this fucking show over the last 10 years, I found more, I found out more about the erections and ejaculation habits of men and serial killers, and I never

wanted to fucking know my entire goddamn life. And isn't Carolina lucky? Isn't she a lucky lady? We'll focus on that during our next relaxed fit. We'll talk. Marcus, I have a lot of questions for you. You have a lot of questions. Oh, great.

I want to talk about how the hardest part about writing the book was to figure out different ways to, in the Andre Chick-a-tillo chapter to say, and then he ejaculate it. It was a challenge. I'm sure it is. And thusly. And he shot. He shot. And the spunk move from his balls as if it was escaping prison.

Regina Prim became victim number seven, but after Jack killed her, he decided to take the psychological torture on this one a bit further, and he began calling Regina's husband Rudolph after Rudolph reported Regina missing. Jack called Regina's husband and said, when the actor in Zenitsted, then Zagaikdir, vo daina frau lekt, translated to English, he said, when the figure eight at the Zena stands, then I will tell you where your wife lies. Jesus. You know, the B level Batman villain is really showing himself here.

I mean, honestly, it's just such a dickhead thing for him to do. I'm going to do a Ben Kessel here. He's not a nice guy. He is not a nice guy. It was a horrible impression. Thank you, Mr. Zabrowski. That was like almost Italian. I'm so sorry, guys, I've been doing this character.

Let me just get to my real self. Oh my God. It's so great to be here. This is so nice. Don't you feel good just finally being you? I love finally being me marinara. After that call, Jack continued the psychological torture, calling Rudolph twice in one night to say he executed Regina on the command of God and that she was lying in the place of

atonement facing downward towards Hades. Then about 10 days after Karen Oroglu's body was found by the guinea pig woman, Jack decided to insert himself into the criminal investigation by showing up at police headquarters under the guise of journalism to grill the chief inspector about the murders. This guy is such an insufferable prick. He just loves every minute of all of his crimes. He just completely embedded himself inside of the world of his own crimes, which I think is interesting for somebody who was living a double life, like most serial killers do.

Most serial killers strictly have a dividing line, where it's like, you know, they say the beast or the entity comes and then he takes over and then I'm kind of like a victim of myself, where he is just very proud of all of his work. See Jack had gotten assignment about sex workers because he'd given the Austrian Broadcasting Corporation the orf, his old cock and bull story about his sex worker aunt being murdered. And Jack said that he'd learned about the lives of sex workers since then and understood what they were going through. Using this story, Jack gained the trust of the police as well as the sex workers of Vienna.

In interviewing the sex workers, Jack was able to talk directly to potential victims about the crimes he'd just committed, simply to explore the fear he was himself inspiring. So this is where the Berkowitz analogy comes in, right? Where Berkowitz kind of liked all the media and all the press and he liked that everyone was so scared. The attention. Oh yeah. And so he also liked that aspect of it.

Yeah. And he's going directly to potential victims and asking them, how does this serial killer make you feel? And he's getting an extra jolt from that by being able to hear first and from potential victims how scared they are. Geez. Jack also began writing articles about the murders with claims that other journalists had no idea what the sex workers were going through and that their reporting was nothing

more than greedy voyeurism, fueling the middle class appetite for sex, blood and tears. Just something about, something about that, sex, blood and tears, what's wrong with the middle class? It's just very interesting. I feel like this is technically not for the show, but the idea of like how many times people write like the super sympathetic things about like true crime shit and then you just find out like, oh no, they were a terrible person. Yeah.

Absolutely. The cherry on top of it all though was a radio piece Jack produced called The Fear in the Red Light Milieu in which he began with the lie that his aunt had been murdered and ended with a call for the cops to do more to protect the sex workers of Vienna. Fucking jerk off. Now all of Jack's friends in the media applauded each and every one of Jack's stories, but the cops weren't buying it because they were starting to see that the M.O. on Jack's known victim and the M.O. on the Vienna Woods murders were dovetailing.

Interesting. Cops also began noticing that Jack seemed to be in the right place at the right time to cover these murders, which would have been fine because he was an investigative journalist if it hadn't been for the fact that Jack always seemed to be there before the murders took place. So they started to turn into nightcrawler. Furthermore, Jack had also forgotten that ever important piece of the criminal puzzle. Jack could never come up with an alibi and the larger the investigation grew, the more

cops could no longer chalk up his proximity to the murders as coincidence. That's one of the nice things from COVID. If you did rent out one of those cardboard cutouts to make it look like you were at the big game this year, you can take that cardboard cutout now as evidence that you were not in the red light district murdering a bunch of sex workers. You in fact were watching Duke basketball. I mean, I wonder if sports are a part of the problem. I don't think so.

In the early days of the investigation, though, the police didn't have any hard evidence on Jack, but Jack had friends in the police department, including his parole officer, who all told him that he was under surveillance. I mean, like if you're his parole officer and he's already done the same exact crime as what is happening. Right. And you have to sit there and be like, why do you think this is where he might have gotten the idea that celebrity covers all of this shit?

Because all of these people are kissing his ass, acting as if he's so above doing these crimes again, even though he did the same exact crime. In that what they're really doing, they're not protecting him so much as they're protecting themselves. Because all of these people had all vouched for Jack Winterveger. They all signed off on him. And everyone in the government had vouched for Jack Winterveger. And they're all just sitting there going like, oh, fuck, please, God, no, please don't fucking

tell me he's fucking killing his person. Please tell me he's not killing a fucking person. Please, no, no, no, no. All because he could write a poem. Amen. That speaks to the power of the written word. Yeah, I guess it does. There's like a quiet panic going on in the Austrian government at this point, and everyone's

trying to cover their ass and everyone's doubling down on Jack Winterveger. But it became clear to Jack that he'd have to go somewhere else if he wanted to continue his murder spree. But just going to another European country was still too close to home. So Jack went where Austrian police couldn't follow. And he booked a flight to a city where he knew the seedy underbelly was alive and well. Jack Winterveger went to Los Angeles. Hello, Billy, we are driving through in a convertible.

Honestly, just him sitting in the convertible with Randy Newman, just like, you know, he's like, oh, Randy, when do you go to fuck? He's just like, I go to my home with my wife. Oh, Randy. You tell you, Jack, I'm going to tell you, I read a story about short people. Do you want to hear it? That song is pretty funny. I do not want to hear it, Randy.

Jack said that he was traveling to Los Angeles to write a story on crime, law enforcement and sex work. But it soon became obvious that Jack was going to Los Angeles precisely because he knew there was a highly vulnerable sex worker population. So when Jack's plane landed at LAX, he stepped out of the terminal wearing white pants, white snakeskin cowboy boots, a white cowboy hat and a Navajo vest, which was apparently his fucking American costume. He's not wrong because that is a decidedly LA outfit.

But you know, there was that dime size piece of piss on the front of his white jeans. Oh, yeah. That's right, man. White jeans are the worst. You know, yeah, because you could see it. It looks like a little like teardrop from your dick. Yeah. No, no, no, no.

He was way too old to wear the white jeans anymore. You can get away with that when you're like 25, but once you start hitting 40, your dick is leaking no matter what you do. At least you are in the hives. Yeah. Oh, yeah. The band, sure. Almost immediately after landing, though, Jack went straight to LAPD headquarters downtown.

Once there, he presented his press credentials and was immediately given permission to do a ride along with an LAPD cop car. Oh, hell yeah. You're German. You want to try my gun? Yeah, yeah. Welcome to America. Are you just squeezing the trigger yet?

Then by claiming to be in LA to research a story contrasting American and Austrian sex work, Jack asked the cops if they by any chance knew where that scene might be located in Los Angeles. Without a second thought, the cops drove Jack to one of the worst places in all of America, downtown Los Angeles. And they told Jack to take his pick from the dozens, if not hundreds of sex workers, walking the streets on the edge of existence. I believe it's now known as Dola, and they're working on it, but there are good apartments

in downtown LA, there's some good food, there's some good Mexican food, there's some really good Korean food. Is it called Dola? No, I mean, I don't know, but I would if I was a real estate agent, but it's coming up. But Skid Row is where he was specifically, which is still not, no one's doing a lot to help there. No.

No. The cops unwittingly showed Jack exactly where he could easily find victims. He set up shop downtown and took a room on the 15th floor of one of the most notorious buildings in all of Los Angeles, the Cecil Hotel. Now, I remember when I did my LA True Crime trip years and years ago, I remember that. This is before people were talking about the Cecil Hotels right after the Elisa Lam story. I remember going there and the thing about the Cecil Hotel is that when you, it is on the corner of what we would consider the dividing line between downtown LA and Skid Row.

So downtown LA, like the last book store is right around the corner, if you come out of the Cecil Hotel, make a right and a right, you're like in a nice, quote unquote, nice up and coming neighborhood where you walk over there and there's like fancy stores, there's a lot of clubs, there's a lot of revamped area. This book store is delightful, by the way, I love that place. Everyone's standing and ejaculating, it's the same time, it's the same up and coming. But if you make a left and a left, you are in Skid Row, which is where I saw the dude with the Jester hat wearing a diaper, beating a grocery cart with a baseball bat.

And that's how I knew I was in Skid Row, you know, because it's kind of like the Tenderloin in San Francisco where they just kind of let everybody, they basically put a bunch of disenfranchised people in that area, they say, all right, you live here, we're not gonna pull you see us, you guys do whatever you want. But essentially what it does is lead to a world of victims and predators. Yeah, like East Hastings in Vancouver, seems like a West Coast thing. Yeah, okay. Now, as most people know by now, the Cecil Hotel is essentially a fucking ghost factory.

Now known primarily as the hotel where the now solved Elisa Lam Mystery took place, the Cecil has a long and a horrifying history that's near in a hundred years of misery. Built in 1924 as a hotel for traveling businessmen and long-term residents, the Cecil began to fall into disrepair and disrepute less than 10 years after its construction as a result of the Great Depression. Starting in 1931, the Cecil was home to a rash of at least six suicides in just a few years, committed with everything from self-inflicted poisonings and gunshot wounds to slashed throats. Now things eased up during World War II in the resulting economic boom, but in 1947,

the suicides picked back up, only now people were jumping out of the fucking windows. Technology changed. I guess. One person jumped out of the 14th floor window and landed in the skylight of the building next door, another landed on the hotel's marquee, and a third jumped out of the window after an argument with her husband and landed on a pedestrian, killing both. I always feel... Nightmare when it dies.

I feel for the janitors because they're the ones, those are the guys who have to go clean up these bodies. No, if I'm the janitor, I clean inside. If they jump outside the hotel, that's sanitation, that's the city, I clean inside the hotel. Now they have corpse clean-up crews, I guess probably not in 1944, not in 1947, that was Bill's job. Yeah, Bill had to go do that, they snapped at Bill, and Bill had to go run and clean up blood.

It's horrible. And you're like, oh, I'm cleaning blood at home, I'm cleaning blood at work, why am I not cleaning blood? So much blood, Bill, so much blood. And even apart from the suicides, the Cecil is no stranger to murder. The first that we know of was in 1944 when a woman named Dorothy Purcell, unaware that she was even pregnant, delivered a baby in a communal bathroom at the Cecil in the middle of the night.

What a fucking nightmare. Without even waking up her husband and thinking the baby was dead, Dorothy simply tossed the infant out of the Cecil's window, where it was found later on the roof of the adjacent building. Oh my God, I can't believe I dropped my baby out of this window. Who did that? Then in 1964, a woman called Pigeon Goldie Oskud, so named because she fed the pigeons like the woman in Home Alone 2, was stabbed, strangled, raped, and killed in her room in

the Cecil. Damn. Oh my God. From there. With by pigeons? No. By a man. By a man.

Not a bunch of pigeons in a trench coat who's stuck up. The pigeons missed her greatly. Okay. It did happen to Seagull Johnson, who was actually eaten by a bunch of seagulls, but we will cover that in episode 700, Birds That Kill, for last podcast on the left. I can't wait for that one. From there, the Cecil Hotel only got worse. And by the 70s and 80s, assault, rape, murder, and suicide had become something that one

would expect at the Cecil Hotel. I did think it was a little bit inappropriate for Cecil to like have all of their rooms themed by said suicide, by assault, it's like, what were you like to stay in? I'm sorry, our murder suite is $400 because it's a holiday. Oh, you mean to tell me I'm going to get murdered two times? I'm going to get murdered by you by the bill and then murdered by my husband? Yes. All right.

I guess, I love it. See at the same time that the Cecil was falling further from grace, Skid Row, Los Angeles's infamous neighborhood where it's been sticking homeless people downtown since the 30s was only growing in size and severity. All of these reasons were exactly why the Cecil became the place where perhaps the most feared serial killer in American history, Richard Ramirez, felt most at home. By accounts, Richard Ramirez would walk up to his room in the Cecil, still covered in the blood of his victims because most residents just didn't care or they just didn't notice.

I tell you what, if I was in the maid service and I saw him walking to go to his room all covered in blood, I'd just be like, have a good night, sir. I would not get engaged, you know what I mean, I would not get involved, but yeah. It was also in the Cecil that Richard Ramirez, after one of his most horrific murders, took the eyes of victim Maxine Zazzara and set them on his bedside table for a sick admiration of his own crimes. Oh my god. And it was on the 15th floor of this absolutely horrific place about five or six years after

Ramirez that Jack Unterweger set up shop for another slate of murders in the City of Angels. Murder however was not Jack Unterweger's only reason for visiting LA. While he certainly told people he was there to write about the dark side of the city, he also planned to write a magazine article called Strong Women of LA. Yes. Yeah, he's doing it again, self-care killer strikes again. Self-care killer, what a guy. The focus of this article was supposed to be Cher, because Cher, I mean this was a time

Cher was big. She had Moonstruck, she had Witches of Eastwick, she was hot off the success of If I Could Turn Back Time. If I Could Turn Back Time was only like a year before. That video where she's just got like one stripe of clothing? Yep. She looks great in that. Oh absolutely, and of course we know from back to the future too what people would do

if they could turn back time, they would gamble. Well Jack hoped that his contacts in the Austrian film industry would be able to make a meeting with Cher happen. I mean it's, please don't meet this man Cher, don't meet this man. But when of course none of his contacts knew Cher, Jack tried a backdoor approach. Using a map of the star's homes that he bought from a street vendor, Jack found the home of famous socialite, Zha Zha Gabor. Oh yeah, she slapped the cop.

I remember Zha Zha, she was saucy. Figuring that Zha Zha had to know Cher, or at least knew someone who knew Cher, Jack rang the doorbell and asked if someone, anyone, could help him get an interview. Predictably no one did. I mean that's again very LA, just someone knocking on your door just being like, hey buddy, I just want to know, are you a P2P source, you can put me in a contact with, because I have resources, can you connect me to Cher? He is the dumbest man, this is just like, he's just going to find a famous American

actress and only because he's just in America. Yeah, he's just like, oh I'm in America, I guess I'll find Cher. That's very common though. That's a very common thought. But that isn't going to London to be like, where's the queen? People's like, yeah, but you don't go to meet the queen. I said that. In London.

I know for a fact I walked around being like, where's the queen at? Yeah, come on. You're an idiot. Where's the queen at? Because honestly, Buckingham Palace was a lot smaller than I thought it would be. We could talk about it all day. Yeah, well I mean now it's a little different because of the internet and such, but back in like, you know, like 1991, like people's view of America was so fucking skewed.

It was so strange. You know, people flying to New York and saying like, you know, I'm going to take a day trip to Cleveland to go to the fucking, you know, rock and roll hall of fame. Like people just had, their ideas of America were sitcoms and movies and they didn't really know a hell of a whole lot else about us. So Jack, instead of interviewing Cher, he had a wonderful time at the Los Angeles Gay Pride Parade and even took pictures with a Tina Turner impersonator named Bobby Etienne, which was the closest Jack ever got to interviewing a famous strong woman in Los Angeles.

That's better than Cher. It is. Yeah. Someone with a real LA experience. Absolutely. Well, while in LA, Jack also got a taste of the indifferences of the movie industry when he had a meeting with director Robert Dornhelm, who's mostly known for a long stream of mediocre TV movies like 2003's Rudy, the Rudy Giuliani story, starring James Woods

as Rudy Giuliani. Oh, wow. That went to the top of the list. It's just really sad that two movies that are named Rudy are both based off of people who might not be the smartest. Rudy Rudiger came to speak at my school, could not understand a word he said. The only one he was practicing. It's true.

Back in 1991, though, Dornhelm met with Jack and was highly disturbed by the way Jack described his first murder during their meeting. Oh, my God, he just talked about it? Yeah. He's essentially tried explaining it away as temporary insanity. He blamed it on his violent grandfather. He blamed it on the resemblance to the mother. But in Austria, this excuse, it came with a whole backstory and a celebrity veneer.

In America, it just made Jack sound fucking crazy and dangerous. Right. So Dornhelm gave him a well-deserved, I'll call ya. I'll call ya when I call ya. But also, you know, in the true Hollywood sense, you know, for a second, he thought he's like, will this work? Is there, can we do TV? Of course.

Just for prisoners. Is there a way to do it? All right. Okay. Let me just think about this. Is there a way? Because Jack, he's pretty handsome. Oh, all right.

Yeah. He crunched the numbers. He squeezed the grapes and he just said, no, I'm sorry. We have no TV movie for you. But at the same time that Jack was stalking Cher, going to parades and bothering TV movie directors. He was also committing murders with a flavor of brutality that hadn't been seen in Los Angeles since the hillside stranglers.

See as opposed to European sex workers who just fucking let it all hang out, American sex workers wear bras. Wow. And it was with these intimate articles of clothing that Jack Unterweger found an even more horrific way of strangling women to death. With all three Los Angeles victims, Shannon Exley, Irene Rodriguez, and Sherry Long, Jack constructed a noose from their bras. Using a knife, Jack cut one of the shoulder straps, then cut an incision in the cup.

The shoulder strap was then run through the incision, separating the top and bottom elastic bands. And this enabled him to exert force with three cords and play with how much constriction he could apply. And because he had this extra force, Jack Unterweger compressed the necks of the three Los Angeles victims to a circumference of six, seven, and eight inches, where the average circumference of a woman's neck is twice that. Jesus.

Then once the victim was dead, Unterweger would tie the ligature off at maximum tension using a precise combination of intricate loops that were the same every time, which told investigators in LA that the killer had done this before and would do it again. And he's a little similar to this is the BTK idea that he obviously he spent a good amount of time strangling them. Like he was a, it was like a process where he would, he would like choke them and then release, choke and release where he was trying to make it. So are we talking, are we talking hours?

I know, minutes, but longer than it would be if he just straight did it. Sure, sure. Now Los Angeles isn't known for their forests, but in keeping with his MO, Jack still found suitably wooded areas in which to murder these women. With Shannon Exley, the best he could do was a vacant lot surrounded by eucalyptus trees, and it was there that her body was found by a troop of Girl Scouts picking up trash. Because in the LA Girl Scouts, you can get a badge for finding a dead body. Yes, you do get to find a dead body badge.

I remember that from Troop Beverly Hills as well, a fantastic film. Jack killed two more women over the next two weeks, which made LAPD investigators think that Los Angeles had yet another serial killer. But just as suddenly as they began, the killing stopped because Jack went back to Austria. And the cops went, whew, yeah, time to get some rest. And again, I know hindsight, we have it, and we so we can be like super smart. But didn't they realize these murders may have been tied to the person that drove them? Not at all.

They didn't think that maybe this guy just came into town and stayed right down town. Skid Row is so fucking chaotic. It's so chaotic. It's why this shit happens. They specifically let it all go down there, so they don't have to investigate it, because it's so hard to to track anybody down, especially like when someone is murdered by a stranger, that is one of the hardest crimes to solve, like stringing them all together. They didn't.

They were not prepared. Yeah. Now, when Jack returned to Austria, the public had been whipped into a full frenzy over what had come to be known as the Vienna Woods murders, mostly because any murder, even the usually dismissed murder of sex workers was not a regular thing like it is here in America. It's not just a part of the culture where you might get violently murdered at any time. In Austria, sex work is just as safe as any other occupation, and the homicide rate of sex workers is no higher than say the average office worker.

By contrast, sex work in the UK is still by far the most dangerous profession in the country. Because of this though, the homicides in Austria were a disturbing anomaly, and the police were under pressure to find the culprit, but at the same time, the police were also under pressure to not investigate Jack Unterweger. Oh my God. We catched him. We caught him. Release him already.

You know what I mean? We can bring him back into the system. We just released him. Everybody's so happy that we released him. We can't get him. Bring him back now. Everyone's gonna be mad. Sergeant, I don't know what to tell you.

I'm the governor of this town, and I'm just gonna tell, I'm just gonna tell it to you like this. We're in a pickle. You see? That killer go, and it turns out he may have killed a bunch of people. Don't investigate him, but do we have anyone that we could frame for this? I have my cousin, Grooke. I hate Grooke.

Let's put him in there. But despite the fact that Jack's established MO and the new murders were almost the same, and despite the fact that Jack had been seen in the vicinity of the murders when they were being committed, the media just didn't want to be wrong about Jack. At the same time, though, more and more people on the outside of the traditional media, specifically true crime journalists, they were not so dazzled by Jack's supposed transformation like the intellectuals who knew fuck all about crime were. Both they and the police were starting to put together information that pointed towards

Jack being the Vienna Woods killer, and once again, word got back to Jack that he was being seriously considered as a suspect. Oh my god, I'd just like to say thank you for your consideration. I was just in L.A. Just being nominated isn't an honor, because you know, it's just the main thing that gets the attention. You can't believe it's a bump. I get it every single time I'm initiated.

So in another miscalculation, Jack tried getting ahead of the story by going to the chief inspector in charge of solving the Vienna Woods murders to share the details of his trip to L.A. Yeah, and there's like, you can't believe the shopping's there. That's where I got this incredible necktie. Yeah. And we were going to ask about that, Jack, because it looks like it is an undergarment of some sort that you caught into like a various kind of like, and it's honestly, it's very scary looking.

Yeah, it's high fashion. I met Cher. You did? You met Cher? Yeah. What was she like? Tall. Yeah.

Anything else? I had a churro. Wow. But going to the chief inspector and just telling him, hey, I went to Los Angeles to investigate the sex work scene in L.A. that only made the inspector more suspicious. Of course. Jack then went back again a little while later to talk about the story he was writing, at which point the inspector just told him, look, you're on the list of suspects.

But this seemed to be part of Jack's plan. Jack told the inspector that he wasn't surprised, adding that this wasn't the first time he'd been accused of a murder he didn't commit. Oh, my God. Oh, fucking God. And as an example, Jack brought up the murder of Marsha Horvath, which was a murder he almost certainly committed. Yeah, it sounds like exactly like a thing I would do, and I was in the area when I would

do a headlight. And it's definitely a thing I have done before, but at the same time, oh, you're a nanny. You're a nanny poopoo. Whoa, you start going that. You start going down that road, my friend, you're going to find yourself in a dish. This, however, only gave cops yet another murder to connect to Jack Uterveger, and it gave them more information to feed into Jack's profile. It's just, it's unbelievable.

You know, obviously innocent until proven guilty. People do get accused of crimes they didn't commit. But if you utter the sentence, this isn't the first time I've been accused of a murder I didn't commit. They're starting going on that we do need to address. Now inspectors did give Jack a chance to give himself an alibi, but that seemed to be the only thing Jack couldn't figure out. Alibi for the sentence, Italian for alibi, a man named Alzat goes with me to the store.

Let me see if that is in the mmm alibi. You really don't know much about words, you're a writer, but it doesn't... I know about my specific words. I see, okay. I've been in jail for almost ten years. I know for a murder you should still be in prison for. Me know what, honestly, this is on you. Because I should have been in prison this whole time.

That's true. After two weeks of trying to come up with something, Jack came back and told the inspector that he just didn't have an alibi for the entire months of April and May. But he did insist that he couldn't have committed the murders because he was completely reformed. This feeds into narcissist magical thinking. He kind of just figured, I'm gonna skate. No one's gonna pin me down ever again. I'm the smartest dude that they've ever met.

I'm the smartest guy I've ever met and I'm the smartest guy I know. You know what I mean? So if I'm the smartest guy I know and I'm also the smartest guy I've ever met, that's the smartest guy that's around. The logic checks out. Yeah, and also he's still thinking everybody loves me. He walks down the street and people give him high fives. Hey Jack, he can still get laid whenever he wants.

He's still able to manipulate everyone around him. I just want a microbe of this confidence. I just want a little bit of it just so I could feel just what it would be like to have the vanity plate and he's going like, hey buddy, hey buddy. I drove by the five foot eight Nunder store recently and I guarantee you they have a suit just for you. I know. White disco suit Henry.

We told that. It sure is. It's Austrian fashions there. I do get it. I have to go to big and tall stores, which there's a shaming process whenever you have to go to a special store, but it is still better than having to go to the five and eight. It's just the problems, the clothes are not good, but also Marcus, the store is so funny because it's short.

It's small. I know the store. It's a strong store. I know the store. My aunt lives like right near that store. Every time I visit LA, I always go by the store and I'm like, no, Henry, I once like took a picture of the store and texted it to you. I remember like, hey, Henry, I found your store.

Yeah, I've been in there, buddy. You fucking piece of shit. I shop there. I would shop there if they have something for me, but it just stuff to dress like little Stevie from the East Street band and then funeral director outfits and also the try-on areas are also smaller. Oh, that's so cute. So what if you're short?

Well, that's why I love the big and tall stores because all the mannequins are huge and you make you dress like a soccer coach who was just fired. Concerning alibis, for the murder of Karen Aroglu, Jack used his old standby of admitting to a smaller transgression to avoid responsibility for the big one. And he said that on that night, he'd been having consensual and legal sex with a schoolgirl named Katarina. Schoolgirl named Catalina. He's been having...

Wait, what? Katarina. Katarina? He's been having legal... That's also when you got a hit, I've been having legal sex all night and you're like, oh. Is she like a co-ed? Is she in college?

No, she's in high school. We're talking high school girls. Oh, so this is back in the day. Well, DAX Tastes, they tended to skew young and in the fall of 1991, he met the woman who would be his almost constant companion until he was finally arrested for the 10 murders. Her name was Bianca Mrak and she was just 18 when she and Jack began dating. But in the relationship with Bianca, Jack was merely showing another side of his predatory nature.

Again and again, he'd find a girl unsure of herself or a girl going through a hard time and he, as a man in his early 40s, would control their every move and essentially turn them into servants. For example, when Jack's earnings took a nosedive because most people didn't like anything he released after purgatory, he asked Bianca to work for an escort service to earn the money. When she found out that it wasn't just literal escorting, like showing people around town and was in fact a sex work position, she fucking refused, yeah, that's how innocent

she was. She didn't say tour guide. Yeah, he had sex. Yeah. You're not a butler for Austria. That woman, so he is, so yes, that is horrible that he would make somebody do, yeah. Oh no, of course though, well, there's no possible way he could be with somebody his age or any sort of, that he could have an equal relationship with the whole point was

total control. If someone was like, hey, you should think about doing escorts and the person's response is, oh, like I do know the sites. I could walk people around to like, yeah, Google maps, you know what I mean? Like it'd be kind of weird, I'd still need to plot it out. Oh, you don't know what the term escort means, which means you're too innocent to do the job. Yes.

So we're not going to hire you. Yeah, if you got to explain what an escort is to someone, they're not ready to be an escort. Yes. Then one day, seemingly out of nowhere, Jack and Bianca were walking by a jewelry store when Jack asked Bianca to marry him. Whoa. Yeah, she said yes.

And from that point on, she did whatever he wanted. Now, at this point, Jack had already committed his last murder. Unbeknownst to him, Los Angeles had been the final hurrah, but that didn't mean he wasn't still committing crimes, nor did it mean that murder wasn't still on his mind. In January of 1992, in the city of Graz, Jack raped a sex worker. And while she didn't report it to the police, she did tell a crime reporter who then told the police because the crime reporters of Austria were forming ranks around Jack Unterweger. They were the only people around, crime reporters, were the only people around there.

How can you, how do you idiots not see that this man is a serial killer? Do you think he's permanently cooled off or is it a thing that he, because serial killers go into dormant stages, they go back and forth? Is it that or did he just like, is this strategic? I wonder if it's literally him rolling back because he know that he's coming and now he's maybe getting some narcissist supply from Bianca, so he has like someone he can fully control like he would do with a dead body. I thought about this.

What I think, what I kind of cave upon as a possibility is that he was being, he was being looked at so hard and so often and so, and so many, and by so many people that I think what he was trying to do was he was trying to see if rape could satisfy his urges. Yeah. That to see if he could do that and maybe it would give him the same jolt as say serial murder dead. Yeah. Now this woman came very close to being murdered because Jack had driven her out to the woods,

he'd gotten her completely naked and he'd cuffed her hands behind her back, but according to her, it was only her unceasing screaming that got Jack to stop and take her back to town or Jack just decided, I'm not going to do it. According to the statement though, and other so-called coincidences, an inspector put together a report with the Vienna District Attorney requesting an arrest warrant for the murder of seven women, which was denied for lack of evidence, hard evidence. The Graz District Attorney, however, had no problem getting an arrest warrant there, but by the time police showed up to arrest Jack, he and his girlfriend Bianca were both gone

and neither would return to Austria until Jack was arrested. Oh my God, just cut to them in the desert hanging out with Cher. Cher finally answered my calls. Isn't that nice. But there were still plenty of people, including law enforcement officers, on Jack's side. He obtained inside information about the investigation from both police and again, his own probation officer, and it was reporter Margaret Haas who had warned Jack about the arrest warrant. But for Jack, it was too late for excuses.

Since he'd received so many subsidies from the Ministry of Art and Education, he'd had to document all of his expenses. Oh shit. Oh my God. And he'd kept receipts for gas and hotel bills, as was required by law. So he got caught by liberal red tape. Like he got caught by the big machine. He was raping and murdering his way across the world.

And keeping his receipts. Because that was the law. I don't understand the mind. He couldn't get the money if he didn't turn in his receipts. And also I would like to say I've never torn anything off of the mattress. The mattress they say you tear it off, you get five years in prison, I've never done that either. So yeah, I raped and murdered a bunch of people, but look at all the things I didn't do wrong.

At least he kept his receipts. Oh my God. I've never once kept the receipt for a single thing. I find it offensive when I'm asked to keep the receipt from Starbucks because one iced coffee is a foot long receipt. I don't know why. And now I'm just going into a Mitch Hedberg bit. She said if you've seen her from the material, we got a torque on her.

I hate receipts. Using these receipts, police were able to put together a timeline and a roadmap for every single one of Jack's murders. But besides the European murders, investigators also began to get curious about what Jack had done in Los Angeles. So Austrian investigators called up the LAPD to ask them if they had any unsolved murders involving Jack's M.O. from the time Jack was in town. And sure enough, the LAPD came back with Shannon Exley, Irene Rodriguez and Sherry Long.

You can just see the file cabinet next to the person taking the call. Do you have any unsolved murders in L.A.? And it's like five stories high. Let me just check. I also wonder if they're like, because, you know, it's so hard to get the police to help you to do anything, especially from an international case. I wonder if the Austrian police are just so cute to the LAPD where they call them. You're like, this fucking Hummel character is just called me.

I could hear the leader hosin on the cell phone. Let's help him out, buddy. Who have tell me Mr. Police officer man from America? I would love just a little bit of evidence from you. And yeah, can you just say one more thing? Can you say they put the putting on the puff for me? They put the putting on the puff. On the little top, these Nutella filled creatures from hell are adorable.

Meanwhile, Jack had fled to the Italian border city of Tarvisio and had begun to call in to the Austrian Broadcasting Corporation, the Orph, to do live interviews protesting his innocence. He still couldn't stay away from Bob and Tom in the morning. What a freaking, wow. In one interview, Jack said that the police were merely trying to hang the murders on him because they were under pressure to solve the murders. And Jack Unterveger was just a convenient target.

But while the crime press pushed back, the regular press ate it up and published stories with titles like The Grotesque Murder Witch Hunt, Mishaps, Malice, and Lust for Character Assassination. Oh, fuck you. Nothing's changed. Nope. See, using the persecution story, Jack could explain why he ran. In his telling, he was not a potential murderer trying to escape conviction, but was instead

almost a folk hero running from a police force that couldn't stand to see a former criminal raising himself up. Yeah, it's always fucking Johnny Appleseed, Paul Monion, Jack Unterveger. I love Jack Unterveger's pancake house in Wisconsin. Honestly, if there was a man named Unterveger and had a pancake house or a flapjack hoot with a dune well in Wisconsin, I'd be there in a fucking second. Absolutely. And since Italy was a little too close to Austria for Jack's comfort, he and Bianca

decided to ill-advisedly flee to America, funded mostly by money taken from Jack's teenage girlfriend's mom. The most she gave it to them. That's the most romantic source. If we've learned anything from Bonnie and Clyde or any of these stories, you always take money from your child-deep-brides family. The only possible upside of marrying somebody who is much older than you is that they have money.

Yeah, yeah. If you're the mom of this daughter, you're like, you married a 40-year-old man, you're only 18, and you need my money now, you married a man that is my age. He has a four-nose thing, which is his day car not for murdering. He's got his Volkswagen Golf, but he can't sell that. There's too many memories on that. Oh my God, he's just, they're full of murder. Well, part of the reason why he was broke is because Jack Unterweger owned six cars.

Oh my God. And they were all nice. He had a Mercedes, he had a Ford Mustang, and of course, the Volkswagen Golf, but no one knew that was his. Yeah, of course. Well, he and Bianca landed in New York, but eventually made their way to Miami because Bianca, as she later said, quote, liked Don Johnson. The most Austrian-European, why you go to Miami.

Yeah. I wanted to go see if there was Don Johnson was singing, because it's just something about this whole vice thing. I like to be a part of. Yeah. Miami Vice. This was when, this was after Miami Vice, of course, had ended in America, but when it was just getting real big in Austria.

So she wanted to come to America to see Don Johnson and he wanted to come to America to see Cher. Yeah. We have both kinds of idiots coming to visit our wonderful shores. Once they arrived in Florida, though, the romantic TV adventure was at an end. Jack made Bianca get a job at a strip club to pay for a bare mattress and a used typewriter. And their three-month anniversary was celebrated with lunch at Burger King. Whoa.

Marcus. Mr. disdain. Nothing wrong with the burger. Of course. No one should celebrate it. Nothing. No one should ever celebrate a three-month anniversary. That's what I mean.

Well, that's weird. That is weird. But also, that is weird. But you just, there's a lot of people currently celebrating right now their anniversary listening to us at a Wendy's. I mean, that's a good plug for Wendy's, because my main thing is that you have a anniversary of Burger King if you got married at the Burger King. Yes.

Oh, that's also a nice idea. Or if you met. Because then you could have McDonald's cater it. If you met at Burger King, not if you're a 40-year-old man that's convincing his child bride to go on a nice, what is it, adventure through America. See, what we're missing from this conversation is the context. Yeah. Is that part of it?

Yeah. Now, it didn't take investigators long to figure out that Jack was in Miami, because Jack was still doing interviews with Austrian broadcasters. And in the background, it's just, ten ton ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten ten... That does not sound like our homeland. In U.S. Marshals, we're tasked with tracking down Jack and Bianca and before long, four Marshals waited outside a Jack's hotel room and took him down after a brief and pathetic

chase, bringing the career of the Vienna Wood strangler to a swift end. Look over there! Oh! Got you, bitch! You're trying to escape, huh? Oh! Yeah, we're... Welcome to America what happened was that he was he was walking out of his hotel room for a morning jog

And then I'm Marcus. Please say the German word Yogg. Thank you And then notice that the US Marshals were starting to Surround him so he took off pretending to Yogg And then once the US Marshals said hey fucking sick cool it your under arrest He tried taking off running, but the jog did not turn into a run very easily, and they took him down pretty But he's still just German Now Bianca was flown back to Vienna to be questioned about her time with Jack all the jelly on the bottom of his feet slipping But Jack was flown back to Los Angeles to answer for the three murders he'd committed there again

I don't always advocate for American policing, but sometimes it's it's nice. Yeah Now both Austria and California wanted to convict Jack undue vigor for the murders in their respective countries But Austria who was able to convict Austrian citizens for crimes They commit anywhere in the world actually had the harder job Huh in Austria They had to convince the majority of the public that Jack the charismatic celebrity criminal turned writer was actually evil in Los Angeles Jack undue vigor was just some weird foreign fuck who'd killed three women on vacation

And And in 1991 Jack undue vigor probably wouldn't have even made it past the fucking local news as far as coverage went Wow Really the LAPD had at the time of Jack's arrest only Circumstantial evidence for charging Jack and as a result they had him for only 90 days on a special commission In which to prove their case if they didn't make their case They'd have to let him go and if Jack fought his extradition to Austria successfully for those 90 days He could then disappear into most likely Mexico and therefore avoid prosecution Judging by footage I've seen of early 90s LAPD. I think they could beat the fuck out of him in around four minutes

So 90 days yeah plenty of time for them to beat the hell out of that's a lot of beating a shit out of yeah Speaking of early 90s LAPD during Jack Unterweger's LA trip. He tried getting an interview with Darryl Gates to ask him about the police And they denied him. They did not let him in. Yeah, this is right after the riots, too He really tried. Oh, yeah, but after Jack undue vigor They kind of hinted that he was gonna fight extradition the LAPD reminded Jack of a little American tradition known as the gas chamber and And so within 24 hours of his arrest Jack said take me to Austria you motherfuckers And so he went there to answer for seven murders on his home soil as well as three in America and one in Czechoslovakia That is fascinating. So Austria they charged him for the American murders. Yeah, I didn't know that I do that

Austria like that's part of Austrian law that they can an Austrian citizen can be charged and tried for a murder They commit anywhere in the world or any crime that they commit anywhere in the world. Oh my But even after Jack Unterweger was brought back to Vienna The media still supported him because Jack Unterweger was one of their boys and the talk show host who'd originally supported Jack Continued his support using ridiculous logic. He said quote if he was a killer He would be one of the cases of the century Statistically is a chance that I would know one of the cases of the century is so unlikely That therefore I think he is not guilty. Well, I'm just so happy Pierce Morgan has had such a long career

Jack's girlfriend Bianca stood by him as well saying that he couldn't have killed those women because they weren't his type Oh, and she couldn't Imagine someone with such beautiful hands using them for such brutality The only thing that Jack ever did was play the piano at the hotel I don't think so man. I mean when we went to the Burger King and it was so nice to meet him He's really his briegelness of the burger. Yeah, and you get the cheekiness sandwich with all of the delicio sauce You didn't even you didn't get the burger No, I did not want to insult keep the burgers for the king

Okay Understand American franchising Well, some people Almost immediately flipped on Jack after he was arrested the man who has led the campaign to release Jack from prison the first time a publicist named Goonther Ninning Issued a public apology and cut ties with Jack But he was one of the very few who did so I just want to publicly say I Distanced myself from Jack Unterweger and I also want to apologize for all of the horrible accusations

Are you thrown at that one guy's cousin's Grooke? There's nothing wrong And I was at the windmill factory, I know it's racist To even say it I know I know Maintenance men you should be the windmills just fine and you my friend you that alibi checks out Yeah, cuz I was the only ones there, but if you talk to say hey, they have a long memory Now when Jack was further questioned about the murders He either had no alibis or his alibis were disproven

The only one confirmed was when he went and saw Silence of the Lambs with a sex worker Which was by the way Jack's fourth viewing of Silence of the Lambs in the theaters It's a good movie, but I don't know if it's four movies in the four times in the theater good It is actually that good if you're watching it as like if you're studying film or just love horror films He sounds like one of those people who really really loved Donnie Darko too much Yeah This is not a personality right yeah But that date ended at 11 30 p.m. Which was almost exactly when seventh victim Regina Prim was last seen alive

Meaning Jack supposed alibi actually strengthened the case against him by putting him in the red light district at the time of the murder Oh my god alibi alibi it's a major word Well, you can call it a call it a galabi and it can be hanging out with a woman I have a galabi or you can call it an abadou You could just say any fucking bullshit if you're going to make up words All right, do you have a galabi or a babble boo? No, I don't well then you still fail the test As far as Jack's lawyer went he ended up hiring an attorney named George Zanger who very cleverly Agreed to represent the now completely broke Jack in return for the film rights to Jack's life. Yeah, oh

smart Sweet plum now Zanger of course did all the things I'm letting him have it. I'm letting him have this one. Yeah, it's a sweet plum. Well as far as Very hungry, yes The Zanger of course did all the things a defense lawyer supposed to do in situations like this such as hiring PIs to find the real killer But even with the public support Zanger knew he didn't have much hope Jack's DNA was being matched to the murders back in LA through hair. He left behind in rental cars

And when Jack heard this news he once again tried the suicide attempt escape ruse by slashing his wrists Thankfully though fucking nobody bought it this time. Oh, yeah As far as the trial went it began on April 20th 1994 which in Austria is very well known as Hitler's birthday But they're not allowed to celebrate that right they don't I think they acknowledge it Do they have a sale? Books or something which is offensive Well, I only mentioned this because when a reporter asked Jack if he thought Hitler's birthday was a bad omen

Jack said quote. Oh Hitler was an innocent baby on the day. He was born. So no, so it's not a bad day Well, that's a really great Totally normal when he was born when he was a baby. He was good. Yeah, so that has nothing to do with what he did as an adult Oh, yeah, but he wouldn't that day is just the day he was a baby. So I don't have one of your gigabigs. I know you know, that's why you're here in court Now Jack ever the writer kept a diary throughout the trial in which he self-pityingly Painted himself as the victim in this whole ordeal He wrote

Alexander a conscientious warden He bent me over and he looked up my butt I Imagined the scene in the courtroom Trousers dropped. I pull a weapon out of my ass and open fire The animal was led to the passage prepared for the media cruel Roman arena cordoned off With iron bars for my protection

Reporters this cameras sick calls make me nauseated Yuck look over here. Yuck. Could you turn this way? I smile Feel empty not nervous What is it with me? Have they degraded me into a machine? I Grin, I am now an animal lion wolf cat or snake. I myself don't know Giraffe it could be a giraffe. I don't know all I know is that the first time I've ever seen an asshole Actively form a smile. Thank you so much. It's a natural curve. It's a natural curve. That's great That is crazy stuff

Now the strategy of the defense rightly decided to capitalize on the one thing that had already gotten Jack out of prison once Charisma ooh also it was the 90s so you can say Jack Unterweger killed nine sex workers Not and then the jury would be like that is one of the funniest goddamn things. I've ever heard I thought at first he did They presented him We're moving on They presented him they presented him as charming witty and friendly all in an attempt to make it seem as if he was Too human to be a monster. Look. Okay. Look. Look look look. We deserve easy put on an episode of three's company

Yeah, oh, it's when he falls down This is just I don't like you Yeah, that is a funny episode. I mean essentially they did the look at this face defense look at this face You just see both of his hands in different jars of honey Would he ever be able to do anything like that? No, I just do like honey and I like my suits and my many cars Oh my goodness. Tell me if this is the face of a murderer. Just look at this face I don't have a rigorock

No, you don't but I've seen his face. It looks like he could murder. Don't they look like they were okay We got tiny eyes together. He looks like a fucking Nazi But during the trial it came out that the favorable evaluation that Jack had received in 1989 that resulted in his release That had been no more than Two thirty minute long sessions. Oh my god, and they didn't even talk about the murder He had committed that put him into jail in the first place not because they didn't ask him about it But because Jack didn't feel like talking about it. It's a lot for him to go through

Yeah, it was a lot for his victim to go through to but he has to remember all the stuff that they went through and what he went Through at the same time. Yeah Jack's attorney in trying to shore up the human ankle then put Jack's mother on the stand who joined in on the look at this Face defense by saying quote look at my boy. He's a pretty boy Does he look like a murderer? My boy hasn't traveled halfway around the world murdering a football team of hookers Oh my god, then just cut to Unterweger just trying to do the marshmallow challenge Well, he says they're like one prefer you

Following this I'm gonna do the salt the the Jimmy Fallon comes in rubs his head. Yeah Jack's mother however ended up actually helping the prosecution who as a part of their case had completely Dismantled the story Jack created for purgatory During cross-examination Jack's mother said quote. I was never a whore and I don't I don't have a sister I don't know why Hansi Rosat. He's very creative Hmm, just cut to Unterweger rolling himself actively in a small kiddie pool full of Nutella He's there and at his mother too I can imagine she's been like

Because she's like he could never hurt the fly I've never sucked a dick You know most kids would love if their mom publicly says they never sucked a dick, but you're blowing this for me Like to play with balls Did you ever stroke the shaft mom only your father? Can you just say that? Oh my god The person who made things even worse was a young actress who toured with scream of fear Jack's play about AIDS She said on the stand that he told her quote your nipple should be cut off when preserved in vinegar What once that was said in court though the defense attorney fucking lost it and yelled quote

This is what he actually yelled. Oh come on. That was just guy talk We've all had conversations about cutting off nipples preserving them in different kinds of things Think about well if you wanted to make like the big booby monster They should recast Jurassic Park, but instead of trying to get dinosaurs out of the amber You put little nipples in the amber, and then you create the world's biggest single boob. Yeah Nipple pickle cute nipple pickle. It is cute. Yes, it is nipple pickle. Yeah. Yeah But the killing blow for the defense came from the FBI The prosecution have flown over one of the FBI's top behavioral science agents Greg McCrary

Greg McCrary is no fucking joke like this guy has written He wrote a book about serial killing pro but serial killer profiling with Catherine Ramsland This guy's fucking legit and they brought him over to testify on all the marks that Jack Untovegar hit as a serial killer and why these marks helped prove that Jack was the Vienna Wood Strangler Now Jack's defense attorney woefully out of this depth and completely ignorant on the subject of American serial killers Asked what he thought was a rhetorical question He asked have you ever heard of a man who has frequent consensual sex murdering a prostitute Now the attorney asked this facetiously thinking he'd cornered the special agent by asking something impossible

Instead without even fucking thinking about it agent McCrary said absolutely Arthur Chakras Boom, of course. They're here. They're everywhere like the fucking everywhere. It's very common They literally do that. Oh my god. Don't take the don't take this theme from That wonderful bouncy thing with the gummy bears. They're here. They're everywhere now. I'm totally derailing everything. Remember that Dude, how did you get there? How did you get to the gummy bears? Because that's the theme song is they're here. They're there. They're everywhere. They're gummy bears Bouncing around but then I just imagined Arthur Chakras as one of the gummy bears

That's a horrible idea. That's why I didn't even want to do it and I just didn't he's got the body for it He does got the body of one of the you know like the bears that are filled with honey that you buy at the grocery store Yeah, yeah, well, yeah, huh. Well after that the defense had nowhere else to go Because Jack's movements were so closely linked to the murders and because his hair had been linked to a murder in Los Angeles And because he couldn't produce a single credible alibi. Who cares about a gullible? Jack Uterveger was sentenced to life in prison with no Possibility of parole. Oh my god, and tell of course he wrote purgatory too. All right, it's just that good You're out of here

Later his lawyer said that Jack looked completely deflated once the verdict had been read like a sausage that had lost its stuffing Oh my god, that's one of the most aggressive things you can say in Austria. Oh My god and on the way out of the court a bailiff Think you fucking added in see he added insult to injury by kicking Uterveger in the butt Amen one last shot get out of here Jack however would not serve a single day of his sentence. What the night of his sentencing Jack fashioned a noose from a thin metal wire and the drawstring of his jogging pants And he strangled himself using a knot eerily similar to the ones he'd used to murder 10 women Wow

Now most say that this was Jack's last act of control But his friend Margit Haas Suspected that this was most likely Another phony suicide attempt that he could use for sympathy or escape Haas believes that Jack Uterveger was banking on the guard to save him But either the guard didn't come in time or he simply sat there and watched while Jack Uterveger choked to death or he's taking a nap like in Manhattan Honestly, they are very tired. They're overworked and underpaid. They're stressed

That is literally what happened in silence of the lamps That's how he got out of prison. He took the person's mask. He took the person's face He was like, oh, we need help or like whatever but that was his theory I think that may have been where he got the idea that the guard comes in tries to save him And before you know it, he's the guard. Yeah, I mean, honestly Aggressively bludgeoned the dude with the baton Wow, that might be this man's a freaking moron. Well, yes And I think that there's a there's a half of is a six a one and a half a dozen of another here because I think that I believe

Anybody that this type of narcissist would who's about to lose everything? It is makes a lot of sense for him to commit suicide Right, yes, but I could also see he's like maybe If I start it Somebody will stop me and then everyone will feel sad for me. Absolutely As far as the intellectuals who once vociferously defended Jack Untavega go only a few have offered apologies Although the ones who have apologized are very Very sorry for the role they played in the deaths of ten women. Yes

Sorry as they were from 1939 to 1945. Oh There's still very sorry about that too. Well, they can't even have a standing army Well, as far as the their army should be sitting down Well as far as the unrepentant went one writer put it like this For a while, it was chic to listen to the convicted murderer who had turned good But not many of those who supported him then like to talk about it now as Former supporter goonther ninning put it some blame should be affixed to the V&E's

Intellectuals mostly because they broke into the life of a murderous criminal then abandon him Really, I think what goonther was trying to say is that when you make a pet out of a wolf The wolf doesn't stop being a wolf just because he lets you scratch him behind the ears Right when he inevitably kills someone it's partly the responsibility of the people who let him off the leash in the first place Wow, I think that's a great analogy and they should be held accountable and I guarantee you when when they were defending him They were also openly mocking everyone who said that he was probably a killer Yeah, I'm sure that they were so mean and so smug Oh, of course and then as soon as it's all over and they were proven wrong

They'll just never be heard from again They'll never mention it and we're supposed to pretend like we haven't been gaslit for the past five frickin years Yeah, they go for now and in the early night. It's very interesting. Yeah. Wow. What a story though What a crazy fucking story this guy had that is insane. Well, what a fucking asshole Wow, that is this is like BTK meets even something worse, which is an author But I mean it really is like this guy is another mix of like yep BTK scumbaggery total shit had Batman villain He's right up in there. So did you reach a Batman villain that you would apply to him? I did not

Unfortunately, I honestly think if you were gonna put him because I'm trying to think it wasn't there Does it have to be Batman? Well in my mind, who's a part of the rogues gallery that would be inside of Arkham Asylum That would be left because technically he's kind of like because he's a he's a serial killer Who's highly intellectual? He's not really a scarecrow. I mean, maybe like the calendar or the calculator Maybe the calendar That's the calendar. Yeah, the calendar. There's a killer named the calendar in calendar man. Yeah, it's calendar man Calendar man. Can somebody get fired over that idea? You're just literally late for work and you just it's the first thing you see

Watch boy Was it in the latin the was it the long halloween isn't the calendar man in that? Yeah calendar man's in that. Yeah Yeah, but there's it. Yeah, there's also he's not really a scarecrow Not really. He doesn't really go up. Yeah, they'll offer other people's fears. Not really I don't know In another episode that Jeffrey Dahmer was mr. Freeze. Oh, yeah, we talked about that. Yeah, he's definitely mr. Freeze Yeah, and I would I don't know. Maybe he's like a like a dumb Lex Luthor Um, I just you know our audience asked for these they have expectations of us. Yeah, and sometimes we fail them

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It's weird is that I do feel and this is again the hot take world we're gonna get Nailed for hot take it hot take it. I think the whopper is one of my favorite fast food burgers I like a five-guys burger, but I even pass a whopper. I hate the whopper. Yeah, you are absolutely insane You are both. I can't I can't stand Burger King. You're both weak. I like the Burger King chicken sandwich I like the chicken sandwiches put too much mayo on it. Yeah, that's a light mayo. Yeah, all right Well, when I worked at Burger King, no one asked for light mayo and if they did I'd put extra I actually would not do that. I was also no one ever asked for light mayo No, no technically it's an inherent part of the the material of that sandwich

It's supposed to cover you with mayonnaise when you eat it There was a man who would buy a Big Mac with eight extra whoppers Patties and I believe it came out to like twenty three dollars and he ate that almost every other day Fat man. Is that Andrew Yang? No, not Andrew Yang Check out Andrew Yang and NYC if you if you would like to do that anyway, I don't even know why I said Andrew Yang Why not? All right, everyone. Well, thank you so much for listening and thanks for supporting all the shows kind of fun Top hat whiz brew, you know where to check out all the shows every every show on this network is going up And we thank you for that. Also. Don't forget. We got our patreon give to our patreon and you can watch our stream every Tuesday at 5 p.m

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