My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - 64 - Live At Revolution Hall

Episode Date: April 13, 2017

Live in Portland, it's a brand new My Favorite Murder! Recorded during a three-night stint at Revolution Hall, Karen and Georgia cover the terrible Bobby Jack Fowler and the mysterious Cline Falls Hatchet Attack.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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We know. That's the first time that happened. I actually did, I didn't hear what you said. I said they're doing it out of obligation because one person did it. That's the first time that ever happened. It is the first time that's ever happened. Thanks, Portland! What's up, Portland?

That is so Portland W. Portland. I swear to God. Hi, Portland, I like you. Thank you. I actually am a little bit sad because this is the last night of our run here. I wish it could be like 14 more nights. It really has been very, very fun and exciting. Thank you very much for being here and thank you for getting tickets and waiting for tickets

and dealing with scalpers and letting us know that you didn't get enough tickets. And you were pissed about it. And it's our fault that your lives were ending because of the tickets. And you've been listening from the beginning. So you should get first run a ticket. Yes, you are the biggest fans and you deserve the most tickets. Thank you. Thank you kindly for being here.

We'll first start admonishing the assholes. That's how we start every show is just telling you guys what dicks you are. Well, listen, there's plenty of clappers, but the assholes need to be given their props as well. Acknowledge. I love that you... Good start. Good start. Let's start over.

Steven, can we go again? Here we go. I'll roll it back. He's here! I still don't know where he is. You don't see anything anyways. I actually am legally blind. Over here.

Vince came backstage and said update from the audience. Steven has a line of people. Steven, that's the quickest way to get fired is to get more popular than the host. And Mommy Ray Morris is here too. Mommy Ray Morris! Yeah! Steven invited his mother, who probably has never heard this podcast, has no interest in murder, doesn't think what we're doing is right, probably...

It's just kind of, you know, Steven's not her favorite anyways. It's true. Well, now Steven's a successful one, even though his sister's a doctor, I think. Now, who's successful? Well, you better tell her that podcasts are the wave of the future. Yeah. So, doctoring is out. Hell yeah.

I don't need a doctor anymore. I'm sorry, I've been drinking this fucking insane crack caffeine. What is it? It's yerba mate, have you guys heard of it? Have you guys heard of it? Oh, Portland, have you heard of yerba mate? And do you know gluten is bad for you? I can see everything and everyone, and I can see her auras.

Oh, shit girl. Oh, good, right now. Do you have any animal familiars on the stage right now? I don't know what that is. You know, there are animals you hallucinate that talk to you and tell you how to live. Oh, that's one of my cats then, or that, because that's all my life is. I know, that's his name. That's right.

I have actually a very similar thing right now, which is that Georgia likes to bring me, which is one of the best things about touring with Georgia is she brings me a coffee. It's just super exciting. So she, last night and tonight, has brought me a mocha from Stumptown. And last night when she gave it to me, I was like, awesome, thanks. Drank the whole thing super fast. And when I went to walk out for the first show, I was like, I was fucking blazing. And then you're like, is this from Stumptown?

Or are you dosing me just to change it up on tour a little bit? A little bit of that Adderall. Then we're good. Oh, we forgot to mention that this is all accidental, our necklines. I'm sure you guys were wondering. They're definitely sitting out there going two scallop necklines. Yeah. Why?

Yeah. Who would do that on a live tour? I mean, I thought they, I guess like I had it in my mind that they weren't matching, but I guess. They're super matchy-matchy. But we're going with it. Karen was like, cut yours off. And I'm like, I'm not cutting it off. Yeah, I demanded that she cut up her dress.

I was like, I'm the primary. You have to adjust yours. But I did make her part her hair the other way, so we didn't look exactly the same. Yeah. Although I am going to cut it short. And then we're just going to come out holding hands like the shining twins. You're like, get ready for the wall of blood. Verbal, the verbal wall of blood.

That's Karen and I'm Georgia. Oh, that's right. And this is my favorite murder. This is my favorite murder. Thank you. We want to tell you guys this story from last night because it's pretty hilarious. Oh, shit. Oh my God.

But we're telling it to you as adult promising that you won't get any ideas from it. Yeah. I was like, do we tell them or are they just going to be like, oh. I'm like, we got to tell them. We got to tell them. That's an option? Yeah. So last night, during the hometown murder portion of the show at the end, we had this

girl come up and told the fucking most amazing story. It was like everything I've ever wanted in a story of finding dead bodies and the dead body is a bad guy and there's this and there's that. It was her cousin. It was like second, like one Kevin Bacon away from that kind of death and dead body in a creek. And they didn't know. And they were like, what is that a jacket?

It's not a jacket. It is a jacket. But there's an entire, you know, there's an arm in the jacket. I think about that before you offer to be the hometown tonight is like, just got it. You got to beat that. Very high, the very high stakes. So as she's telling the story, I was asking questions like, well, did he tell you what it felt like to pick up a dead arm and stuff?

I was, you know, going, I was going Barbara Walters deep with it, trying to make her cry. And as we're talking, she was like, I don't know. And I was standing here and it was kind of like this. So we're talking to her and she was like, I don't really know whatever. And then I look. I see both of their faces and Karen's especially, and it's horrified behind my shoulder. And that's my biggest nightmare. What's happening is this.

And I turn. There's a girl in an army jacket. No judgments. And she's sneaking cartoon style down the aisle. But she fucking army rolled onto the stage. And then like, army roll. And they're standing here. So I, of course, have to kick into fucking third grade teacher mode.

And I was like, that is not cool. And I just stood here. Kind of went like this. And that was really cool. You. Thank you. And turns out it was this girl's sister. She just had the exact information I was asking for.

She came to provide. But the sister took a beat. That's all she wanted to do is be like, I know what the arm felt like. She said she did such a sister move. This girl took a beat while Karen was yelling at her. And then she goes, oh, that's my sister. Like she took a minute to say it. We were both like, what the fuck?

Well, I was like immediately picturing like a fucking Bowie knife. Yeah. And she's just going to roll up and then be like, I'm mad about stuff. Yeah. I didn't get, I didn't get tickets the first time around or whatever. And I got over served at the bar. And then she came up and did such a fucking sister thing. I couldn't believe it.

She goes, you're forgetting this important part. Which is such a sister thing to say. It was super perfect. What I realized though is cause I was of course super embarrassed that I had to like, that I got super bossy with her. But I read in my mind and looking back on it, nobody sneaks like this. Unless they're like on fucking meth or something. Right?

It's like, I'm just going to come up here for a second and interrupt the show. No, I will fucking kill you. Those are not good intentions. And now we know that Vince is fucking useless in an emergency. Even though I specifically told him, you need to fucking protect me. He was backstage smoking. Yeah. He doesn't smoke.

He doesn't smoke. Also Stephen never moved from his spot. I had to record the show. You couldn't take your finger off the play button. Yeah. Audio above all. Yeah. So that was kind of an exciting portion of the night.

It was a real roller coaster actually. Oh God. That was scary. Worst nightmare. It was fine. What else have we done? Oh, do you want to just take a quick shoe walk because they're so good. Just tell the people, work it.

Own it. That's why you're wearing them. I can walk in them. This is like the two times a year I wear heels. Yeah. And it's an hour long. I wore these at my wedding last year, last time I wore them. You fucking changed.

You've just like given up. I can't do it. I can't do it anymore. I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to do it anymore. She had heels on last night and tonight is clock night. I wore heels and even those ones were like the kind you can play basketball in or whatever.

They weren't like any kind of crazy heels. Feels like a sneaker. Feels like a sneaker. But when I went to put them on tonight, I was like, but fuck that shit. And then I grabbed the old. Yeah. Do your own track. Carrot.

Carrot. Thank you. Thank you. Oh, follow spot. Here we go. That's the magic of theater. We're trying to get her to come out of her shell, but you know, this is where it come alive. I do.

I you can't tell right now, but I did say fuck it to my Spanx. Just really? No, I just won't. Now do it. Now do it. No, you can kind of a little better. Yes. Look at that woman.

She's free. Fuck it. Fuck it. She's free. Fuck it. Fuck it all. Wait, I think we have a couple more anecdotes for you. I know, right?

I can't remember. Well, here's mine when I was leaving my hotel tonight. The most lovely man that worked at the front desk named Tyler. This is what it was like. You walk by and I'm going to be Tyler. And you're walking. You leave. This is how Karen walks whenever she goes.

That's not true. Okay. You have to make eye contact with me. Okay. Oh, but I... Yeah. And I was like, hello, Murderina. I know you.

You can tell immediately that like what it's going to... It's not like, excuse me, ma'am. No. Do you need more towels? It's... It's a... You've been whispering in my ear for the past six months. I need to talk to you right now.

You have to touch me. We stood there. I've never seen this person before. I've met them before. We stood across the hotel front desk holding arms. Like I was going to pull him up onto the lifeboat style full on arm class. Like, yes, Tyler. Yes.

I'm here with you. Yeah. This is really happening. The best is when you then get a, my so-and-so got murdered and you're done like, great. This has turned into the best fucking interaction I've ever had. Yes, exactly. Tell me everything. Now we're having a level 17 conversation that like normally people that are only friends

for five years have. Or shit-faced. Yes. Or... Vincent and I were walking yesterday down the street and this couple walked by us and then I hear her go... I hear... I see her look at her boyfriend in a way that was like, okay.

And then she goes, she passes, she says, that's my favorite murder. Like she doesn't know which one I am. And I turned around and waved at her because she was really sweet but she just didn't know which one I am. When she told me that I was like, what if her favorite murder was happening behind you? Yeah. She's like, oh my God, I love it when an old lady kills a homeless person. Yeah.

And I'm like, thank you. It's my favorite one. Thank you for listening. And she's like, who the fuck are you? Don't wait for me. That happened to me recently at a store. She's like... Tell that one.

She goes, I go to buy a thing now. And then she goes, I know you from somewhere. And I said, oh, do you watch the cooking channel? Because I was like, well, she doesn't know my face unless she's like, right, right. And she was like, oh no, you look like someone who was in earlier. And then I died. And I... She was fucking with you.

And then I totally made fun of myself. Oh, I thought you were my good friend. What? You know? That sucks. That's not you. You guys missed out last night and I'm sorry I brought a tissue on stage for my allergies because I fucking wiped my nose on this exact tablecloth yesterday.

It's like that. We're that comfortable here with you, Portland. Georgia... Georgia was... We're just sitting there and she's like, oh, fuck it. She blows her nose on the tablecloth. Thanks, Revolution Hall. We're so proud to be here with you.

Have us back. I just like can feel it in my heart like a sixth sense how mortified my mom is. And it gives me life. My mom can't handle me not standing up straight. She would be so mortified and I fucking love it. That's like, I live to embarrass my mom. If you blew your nose on a tablecloth, you mean? If she knew that I did that, not even like at a restaurant real quick, but like in front

of a bunch of people. Oh, she would die. It's great. For real. Good. If my mom saw this tights boot quad combination, she'd just be like, I don't know what you're doing or why you're still rebelling, but you need to figure it out. You have lipstick on though.

I have lipstick on so I don't look like a corpse, which is what she normally would accuse me of. Oh honey, put some lipstick on, you look like a corpse. And then I'd scream at her, I'm never having babies. And she would just turn into dust and die. That's really, that it really is like the bug in the gauntlet to throw down in any fight with your mom. I will not reproduce.

Oh, I said it and it felt so, I said it to her on the phone. She called my sister. Tell Georgia. Yeah, how wonderful what a gift it is. And I'm like, you weren't even around. What are you fucking telling me? Cut to you sitting on the toilet with an EPT test. Fuck.

Shit. God damn it. She wins again. I'd never tell my mom that I pregnant and have a baby and she would just never tell her. You just pretend that you've gained very specific weight and then lost it specifically. I have, it turns, we got to stop. I need to stop thinking that when I'm away from home at any time on tour, I can eat whatever the fuck I want.

We're touring a lot and I need to stop fucking doing that. Basically had foie gras for breakfast today. Oh, yeah. That's fancy, fancy. I know. Yes. Been that tour money, baby. Fuck yeah, dude.

That's why we're holding off all the tickets so that Georgia can eat foie gras for breakfast. Sorry. Oh, that does sound a little shitty, doesn't it? Look at us about it. I know some people can't afford foie gras. I'm sorry. You know, bougie. I don't eat it at home.

So I'm at home. Also, it seems like what's going on with Portland where now you guys are just all about donuts all the time? Yeah. Are you just like... It's no... Two nights in a row, we had donuts back last night, man. We had donuts that look like us.

Yeah. We had donuts of all places. I wasn't even like, Bob's donuts down the street. Like, make donuts. It's like voodoo donuts. They know who we are that blew my mind. Well, they could have Googled it. Or it was like the one girl who works there who's just like just started and she's like,

I love this podcast. And they're like, whatever, who fucking cares? Whatever. It's your shift. You can lean, you can clean or make donuts of your favorite podcasters. We don't give a shit. Man, Patricia just makes the fucking most obscure shit. I don't know what the fuck she's thinking.

She's getting fired. Did you see Patricia's, wait, wait, don't tell me donut? It was insane. My God. It's just a red square. It's just Apollo Poundstone's face. Just a big, long-tied, huge blazer. Steven had one, too.

It was fucking great. What did you just say to Steven? Steven had one, too, and it was fucking great. I realized I didn't mention any of it. They made one of Steven, which is so fucking, it was so hilarious. Yeah. Absolutely clapped for Steven's donut. I ate my own head.

It was jelly-filled, which is pretty right on. It's pretty accurate. Should we sit down? Yeah, let's sit down. All right. Yeah. Okay. Yeah.

No clapped for it, for sure. Oh my God. I'm gonna... There she goes. Allergies, man. Don't. In Portland, you guys have all the allergies. I can't open this.

Okay. So what we do on this podcast is we... Have you guys... I don't know if you guys listen, but what we do... We, you know, we look up murders and then we read them to you. Most of them got tickets, like the guy scalping, like, buy one, get one free. There's a great show tonight. Most of you guys want to come in.

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And then it turned out he was kind of like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like a secret star. He's a man named Bobby Jack Fowler. And let's just start it here. I'm going to tell it like a story on the rainy night. Every time it scares the shit out of us when you guys do that. It doesn't even start Steven. There's ever been a Q jump in the world. It was that they don't even have any idea what this guy's deal is.

Well, they already know. Keep it up. Look at him. Now she can't say he was a real nice normal guy because clearly he's a fucking psychopath. There's just no, it's like, oh, did he do it? I'm not sure. Well, he is wearing, he is wearing overalls with no shirt. I think, I think he might be guilty.

Oh, no. Yeah. He got caught mid something. Yeah. I mean, either that or it's just like a denim tank top. Either way, either way, he should go to jail. Oh, honey. You know what that, and I'm sure you guys are very familiar with this, but I was up here, you know, it was probably a decade ago at this point.

And I saw newspaper faces of meth. Oh, my favorite. Oh, my God. Obsessed. I got it. Which Stephen, can you find that right now? Can you put that up right now? It was the best thing that rolled us the Oregonian did this thing of like people's mug shots across the years.

So it starts out and it's like, you're 16, you get arrested for whatever shoplifting, nail polish, and then five mug shots in. You look like you're 64. And like number two or three, you're like, oh, honey, quit right now and you're still kind of cute. You could moisturize. You could come back. You could come back and like stay out of the sun because you know you're sleeping. Facials. Just like you're fine.

And then at four, you're like, fuck man. And then it's like this 30 year old. The sweet spot for meth is three arrests in, seems like. Yeah. You know what I mean? Yeah. Because you're like skinny. Oh, I'm being a dick.

Okay. You're like, you're in but you could still come out. Yeah. Well, she's talking from experience. I did meth. She's not punching down. I'm like second one in. She's punching straight across.

Anyways. Bobby Jack liked meth. Let's just say that. Among other things. This is, yeah. All right. On the rainy night of January 27th, 1995, Newport residents, Jennifer Essen, who was 15, and Carly's, who was 16, are last seen leaving Essen's boyfriend's house in the north end of town.

They're headed toward Jennifer's house where she lived with her brother and her sister-in-law, Rocky and Barbara Tucker. They never arrive. Two and a half weeks later, Lager spot their bodies in heavy brush above Mulock Beach, about a mile from where they were last seen. Both had been strangled. Five months later, on June 8th, 1995, a nude, what? It's my birthday. Is it okay? You can't help but say that.

No, you had to say when it's your birthday. My birthday? Sorry, but that's my birthday. Anyways, tell me about a nude body. I was 15. Do you remember what your birthday party was like in 1995? 15. 15.

No. No. I think that was the last face of my life. The last face of myth. Oh, yeah. Okay. Makes sense. So it wasn't great.

All right. Five months later, on George's birthday, 1995, a nude, bleeding 35-year-old woman with a rope tied around her ankle jumps out of a second-story window at the Tides Inn motel and runs into the night screaming for help. Fuck, yeah, she did. That's the beginning of my film right there. She, police are called and she tells them that she had met a man at the anchor bar. They had shared a couple drinks. They'd played the poker machine. You know how you do.

And then they decide that they're going to go on a trip to a nearby casino, but he says he wants to take a shower first and gets her to agree to come back to his motel room. No. Don't be that close to a naked stranger. You mean right outside the bathroom door? Not still not good? No. What if I tell you he showers in his overalls? Does that change?

Yeah, he's not naked. Once they're in the motel room alone, the man tells her he believes women like to be raped. When she argued, yes, we know that's not right. When she argued, the man attacked her, punching her repeatedly, ripping her clothes off, tied the rope around her ankle saying he was going to put her in the ocean. Oh, shit. She was believing she was about to die, bit him, and leapt out the window. Go girl. Whatever it takes, whatever it takes.

That man who was arrested on the scene was Bobby Jack Fowler. And this is where you would show it, Steven. Steven. And then everyone goes, yes, I see it. Here's what I love. I sent him this stuff, I don't know, seven minutes before I left to come to this theater. We'd never talk about anything. We'd never plan anything.

And he knows that about us. So it's basically our fault, but we'll never admit it. It's always Steven's fault. All right. Fowler was a transient construction worker who traveled extensively across North America. He spent time rabbiting around from British Columbia. That's copy and paste right there. Very strange.

It makes it seem fun, and what he was doing is not fun. Yeah, from British Columbia, Florida, Iowa, Louisiana, Texas, Oregon, South Carolina, Arizona, Tennessee, and Washington state. During his travels, he developed an extensive criminal record that included attempted murder, sexual assault, and firearms offenses. Just developing a record but seemingly able to leave after he develops that record for some reason. He liked alcohol, amphetamines, meth amphetamines.

He liked to travel far and wide and beat up cars and pick up hitchhikers. That could sound like he'd beat up cars. Once you do enough meth, you can beat up a car. And that is the pro side to meth that no one ever talks about. That's one of the few bonuses. Yes, you look very old, but you can beat up a car. He spent lots of time in bars and motels. He believed that women he came into contact with who were hitchhiking and hanging on bars

wanted to be sexually assaulted. Listen, I hang out in fucking bars, and I don't want that. Yeah, I feel like if we took a quick poll, he would be proven wrong. So, here's, I'll talk about a couple of his arrests. In 1969, Bobby Jack was charged, Bobby Jack. Bobby Jack was charged with murdering a man and a woman in Texas, but he was only convicted of discharging a firearm within city limits. At, towards, inside of a person.

Yeah, I guess. How the fuck does that work? It wasn't a problem for some reason. He also spent time in a Tennessee prison for sexual assault and attempted murder because in the words of the investigator, he tied a woman up, beat the hell out of her with his, with her own belt, covered her up with brush, and left her to die. So, in, during his 1995 trial for the sexual assault at the Tides Motel, he fought the kidnapping charge.

So, he had a real problem with the fact that he was being a sexual assault. He was like, yeah, whatever. But kidnapping, he was very offended by because he claimed that that woman was in the motel room on her own accord, and that she threw herself out the window voluntarily. So, it shouldn't be his problem. And so, because of that, he filed a $3 million lawsuit claiming violation of his civil liberties. He lost. He lost.

So, on January 8th, 1996, Fowler is convicted of kidnapping in the first degree, attempted rape in the first degree, sexual abuse in the first degree, coercion, assault in the fourth degree, and menacing. He was sentenced to 16 years, three months, with the possibility of parole. But he died of lung cancer in prison in 2006. Yay! But, there's a but. Here's where it starts getting good.

Or bad. Worse. Upsetting. Murdery. You know. So, the police, because of this arrest, have Bobby Jack Fowler's DNA, and they put it into the system. They put it into the motherboard, into the mainframe.

So, in May of 2012, Interpol informs the Canadian police that has received a positive hit from a DNA sample on a 16-year-old murder victim named Colleen McMillan. She had been murdered in 1974, and back then, the Canadian Mounties had taken a piece of her blouse that they believed to have semen on it, and they put it away and saved it. And so, that when DNA testing came into possibility, they had that DNA makeup waiting to be tested and in the system. So, when fucking Bobby Jack Fowler's DNA comes through the system, Interpol finds that they are a match. The motherboard lights up.

That's right. The mainframe goes berserk. Colleen McMillan, in 1974, had gone out to meet friends. The last thing she said to her little brother before she left the house was, don't tell mom I'm hitchhiking. Her body was found a month later off a logging road 30 miles from her home. She'd been strangled to death. That brother did not live a good life after that, I bet.

No. I think that was probably pretty dark. So, the DNA belonged to American Roofer. That's how he's described in this article. Cut and paste. American Roofer Bobby Fowler. That's the new History Channel series. American Roofers.

Where a fucking lunatic on meth walk goes around strangling everybody. That's very weird. You can describe him any way. And they picked Roofer. American Roofer. That was terrible. Stay away from me. Stay away from me.

Seriously. For real. That hit was the oldest hit on a DNA sample in Interpol history. Wow. So, essentially, from the murder of Colleen McMillan in Canada in 1974, to the attempted rape, kidnapping, and sexual assault in Newport in 1995, there is a 21 year gap where Bobby Jack Fowler was driving around North America. Fucking shit up.

Wow. So, because they see that and they start connecting. So, he basically is a big suspect in a lot of the trail of Highway of Tears murders. Oh. So, he's been, the Colleen's murder is considered one of the Highway of Tears murders. One of the earliest ones. Wow. But most of those murders are First Nation women,

which is why no one ever hears about them. Because it's Native American or Native Canadian, which they call First Nation women up there and they get no press, nobody talks about them. And that's why they had to start. They started a task force in 2006 in Canada because so many women, especially First Nation, were disappearing along Highway 16, which cuts across British Columbia. It's an East-West Highway used by truckers and loggers.

And so many women have disappeared off of this highway that they actually had to start a task force for it. And Bobby Jack Fowler is now connected to at least three of the murdered women that have been found on the Highway of Tears. But also, they're looking at him in connection with the May 3, 1992 killings of Melissa Sanders and Sheila Swanson, 17 and 19 respectively, both of Sweet Home. They had been camping with their family at Beverly Beach and they were last seen at 11 o'clock outside of a grocery store in Beverly Beach

and they were looking for a ride home. Their bodies were found two and a half months later, 50 feet from a logging road. So basically, the police believe Bobby Jack Fowler may have killed minimum 20 people between the U.S. and Canada, but they think it's more likely above 40. So he's a fucking, he's a regular old serial killer. He's a legit straight-up serial killer. I've never heard of him. I've never heard of him and there's a bunch more.

If you look him up, I would definitely because there's all these, they're trying to, they're trying to connect him to these murders. There's so many murders on the Highway of Tears and he, they thought they had him for like nine, but then when they, some of them, it's only circumstantial evidence. So they can actually only prove three, which is a fucking lot. But between there and then all the shit that he did in America, he is like Ted Bundy level serial killer that no one's ever heard of. And, you know, did a lot of stuff right here in Portland.

So congratulations, everybody. Well done. Bobby Jack Fowler. Good job. Thank you. Good job. Good job. All right, sit back, relax.

This one's got a little something for everyone. You're going to like this one. Think so? I hope so. I don't know. I just said that. This one was suggested to me by our friend Kat Solin who's here, who a lot of you guys have her shirt design on.

Yes. So a lot of the, the stay out of the forest one and the regular one. You're going to call your dad. That's Kat's design. That's Kat. She's very talented. And so she suggested, I was like, what do I do? And she's like, read this book called A Strange Piece of Paradise.

It's by a woman named Terry Jens. And it is about the Klein Falls State Park hatchet attack. What the fuck? That's what it looks like. What's that guy's pelvis have to do with it? I'll tell you all about it. Actually. What's pelvis have to do?

Are we going to do that the whole time? That's the podcast it's called now. Are we going to do that the whole time? Wow. Should we ever do that again? Are they going to do that the whole time? That's what it's called. Okay.

Klein Falls State Park is on the banks of the Deschutes River in central Oregon. It's basically, if you guys go there somewhere there, the park provides fishing access to the river. In 1976, the Trans America Bicycle Trail was the first bicycle touring route to cross the U.S. traveling between Astoria, Oregon, and Yorktown, Virginia. Mostly rural, two-lane highways. It was an 80-day, it was called the Bike Centennial Trail, because it was a bicentennial. And it was like, ride this trail.

It was a fun play on board. Yeah. I get it. It took you along mostly rural, two-lane highways. It was an 80-day, 4,200-mile trip. So in 1977, two Yale undergraduates, Terry Jens and Shayna Weiss, are spending the summer before their junior year riding the Bike Centennial Trail. They were seven days in, and they stopped to camp at Klein Falls State Park, which you're

not actually allowed to camp there, but they didn't know that. It's near Redmond, Oregon. Because when they get there, they mention having a creepy feeling like they're being watched, but they both ignored that feeling. Because it's like, what are you going to be like, let's get the fuck out of here, you know what I mean? Yeah. No.

If you're just like, I have a feeling, and it could be like a deer. Right. I just don't know. It's just like a really busy-bodied deer. Yeah. Just up in your fucking business. Yeah. When did you guys check in?

You're not allowed to camp here. Yeah. This is my area. Yeah. You don't want to see what I do at night. That's why you can't camp here. That's real weird. She's somehow that deer has curtains.

Who are you? Busy-bodied deer. Busy-bodied deer. Well, they settle in for bed around 10.30, and then around 11.30 p.m., they're awakened when a truck drives into and over their tent. What? They think that at first it must be an accident, a bunch of drunk teenagers, but Terry expects to hear them freaking out, but instead here's what sounds like a single person get out of

the truck. Then she hears Shayna scream, leave us alone, and here's the first blow of the hatchet. Then she hears six quick more blows, and she says, at that point, I knew we were being murdered by a single psycho, and then he turns his attention to Terry. She says, he's above me, I'm thrashing from side to side, and I catch a glimpse of a piece of wood. I feel a hunk of cold metal and start to lose consciousness. At that point, she knew she was going to die, but a voice in her head said, I'm too young

to die. So she opens her eyes, and standing over her was a meticulously dressed cowboy straddling me on each side. I could see the boots, the pant legs, the shirt meticulously tucked into his pants, but it's just, what? Sorry. Like a type A cowboy? That, what you said, yeah.

Fuck, I hate the idea of that so much. See them put that up again, that's where that comes in. Ugh, I hate his pelvis. Yeah. See, I feel like he would have gotten those jeans tailored for sure. Yeah. Well, she said that they were like perfectly, you know, around his boots and the exact way they're just like not a, she said not a bulge of his cowboy shirt was out of place, everything

was in place. Even though he had just fucking driven over people and hacked them with a hatchet. Mm-hmm. All right. But she said he couldn't, she couldn't see his face, his head disappeared in the darkness. But she said she could see the axe or hatchet poised above her, and he brings it down slowly, like as if to, you know, what's it called, line it up, yeah, aim, and she grabs the hatchet right here, like she's praying and says to him, please go away, take whatever you want,

but go away and leave us alone. And he fucking leaves. Sorry. You got, you got questions, go for it. Do you think he was so fucking like tightly wound? He's like, well, she did ask politely. I want to murder her so badly, but she has such good manners. Yeah.

Fuck. Maybe. I know. I also, there's something about like a cowboy, they're supposed to be this certain way. You know what I mean? They're supposed to be like, well, come on, let me serve you some beans. Like it's all supposed to be, you know what I mean? Yeah.

Jump on my horse with me. They're not supposed to fucking, they don't even think they use hatchets. No, I don't know. I don't think they do. Okay. I don't think so. I don't think so. I think they do.

Why would they need to? I don't know. That's for the logger. Yeah. She feels around the tent for her contacts, puts them in with bloody fingers. What? How? How?

Impossible. I stand there for fucking 20 minutes in my background. I don't mean to question the victim, but I want more information about those contact lens. And then she finds her flashlight. Listen, I don't fucking wear contacts. You tell me. They're fucking impossible to put in and take out.

One time I thought one was stuck to my eye forever, and it was very upsetting. The idea that you would even try to do contacts in a tent, who are they, what, okay. Sorry. Sorry. This is really triggering for you. Yes, I'm very upset. From the cowboy thing, then you went straight into bloody contacts. Carrie, Carrie, Carrie, Carrie doesn't want to fucking.

I'm right now, I'm that dear like, what the fuck is going on over there? You're disgusting. Wear glasses for the weekend. Your gritty hands in your eyes. Bloody. Bloody. Bloody hands. Fucking.

Okay. I'm a little bit keyed up in this coffee right now. Oh, we are so excited. My God. I'm never getting one of these for you. Shomo, don't get mad at me. My life blood. Your life contact, your life blood contact.

Don't go back for it. I'm going to go. Okay. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Stephen, cut that. Okay. She gets a flashlight.

She gets out of the crush tent. She sees headlights down the park road, and she's like, is that the fucking maniac killer or is that just someone driving through? So she runs over to it and like, fuck it, I got to figure it out. It's two teenagers, driving through the park. Worst case scenario. What if they were the killers? It was a couple, they had just gotten in a fight, because teenagers just, you know,

getting fights. Seriously, she said that. I'm serious. So they're all like, arms crossed, like, why are you so bloody? And then it's like, can you imagine being like a 16-year-old girl and your man at your boyfriend because he talked to this girl that night, like, she just asked for a cigarette and he gave her one. She's like, here, I'm lighting.

And then suddenly, fucking bloody person. Can you help me? I held my hair. Shit. Those teenagers either got married or broke up right then. They were like, well, I guess it's not that important that she asked you for a cigarette anymore or the schema thing. Now that I realize I have some perspective as a 16-year-old, now that I know hatchet murders

are happening 50 feet away from me. Let's see. So the two teenagers are driving through the park. They find her covered in blood. She flags them down. And then they were like, get in. And she was like, no, my friend, come follow me and my friend is here. And so the teens follow her and they find the friend by the river and she's lost consciousness.

Her head is all fucking hit up. And then they bring her to the car and the teens take them both to the hospital in critical condition. Guess what? What? They both survived. Right? Jesus.

I wasn't going to tell you that before I told you about all the hatchet shit just because then you would be able to breathe a sigh of relief and I didn't want you to do that. That's good. That's good storytelling. Yes. It's tension. You use that tension. Also, it would have been such a bummer if she had died because we were riffing like

crazy right before. No one wanted to really laugh. But now you can laugh. Yeah. Now we can do whatever the fuck we want. But you didn't know they weren't going to die. We just did it because that's what we're like. That's what we do.

Okay. That's what we're like. Okay. There. Shana is suffering from serious head injuries and that's the friend and Terry has a broken right leg, two broken arms, one of which is severely hacked by the acts and there's a tire print left temporarily on her body. Can't you fucking deal?

Sorry. Is that the girl that talked to the teenagers? Yeah. Two broken arms and a broken leg? She tried to, she fucking still ran over to the, yeah. Because she was on like, she was in crazy adrenaline mode. Yeah. Enough to put her fucking contacts on.

Apparently when adrenaline hits, the first thing you want to do is touch her fucking iris a bunch. Do you think she got her saline solution? No. I'm just making an asshole. And she's got that, she swirls him around a little bit. Is that what you do? Investigators have no description of the car, no eyewitnesses, no sign of the weapon, no

fingerprints. So aside from sketches made of the truck's tire tracks, the investigation quickly goes cold. So in the years following, both women recover, Shayna has permanently impaired vision, loss of memory of the tech and doesn't want to fucking talk about it and they stop talking to each other. But I know, but Terri goes back to Yale, finishes, she's just like a badass, 15 years later, she goes back to fucking find the person who did it and writes this goddamn book about

it. Well, that's her book? Yeah. Holy shit. You can show the other one. I've got to read that book. Is that her? Yeah.

Wow. I have to say, don't listen to the audiobook. Read it. It's... The audiobooks. I'm sorry. Yeah. Don't read it.

You recommend the book book. It's for bed, it'll give you nightmares. Yeah. Read it. It's just because the woman who reads it is Southern and it just like, it doesn't make sense in... You know what I mean? Yes.

Because you're just like listening to Southern accent, but the woman isn't Southern. You know what? That's... I realize I just bought the Arrow Morris book that's about the one that's not the one that you did the story about, Dr. Jeffrey McDonald. Right. Is that... You did Sam Shepard or Jeffrey McDonald?

Sam Shepard. Yeah. I bought the audiobook about Jeffrey McDonald and the guy that's reading it sounds like an alien that's trying to blend in with human beings and it is so distracting. I can't. It is really... It's an art form I've realized for fucking years and years, but I have to say Audible, that's your return books if you don't like it.

Oh. I've just been like, return? I fucking hate his voice so many times. Shit. That's good to know. Yeah, totally. There's no ad. This is not an ad.

Stephen, cut that. Unless they're going to pay us. Out of your own pockets, Stephen. So she goes fucking back, but after three years, the statute of limitations has expired. On attempted murder? On fucking attempted murder. On being... Three years, Oregon.

On being a super neat cowboy. On running over people in their tent that are sleeping and hatcheting them. Three years, you're free. Yeah. So it's unsolved. So in 1992, she realized she's suffering from PTSD and she goes back to investigate. She goes to Redmond with a video camera or a notepad and just starts fucking knocking on doors and she says, remember me?

I'm this girl and everyone is like, oh fuck, like, everyone had, it really had hit them because it was a really nice town and they were so embarrassed that that had happened in their town. They were just like, shit, man, we're sorry. Well, that became their hometown murder. Totally. They were like, did you hear about that fucking crazy shit that happened? So she starts to comb police files and interview anyone who would talk to her.

Nearly all the official records of the attack, interviews, physical evidence, crime scene photos had been purged. But she's able to find a 30 page report and even that took a lot of effort. The first suspect she zeroes in on is a convicted child molester named Richard Wayne Godwin. He was known to have killed a five year old girl and kept her skull as a candle holder. He's in prison for that murder and all the clues about the attack seemed to point in his direction and of course I'm like, damn, like anyone who comes up, damn, a female relative of his was camping at Klein Falls State Park that night and it's possible he was pissed

at her and did this attack. But various details, he convinces her that it wasn't him, but he is up for parole. So she fucking hell knows that and goes in and proceeds to intervene on his parole hearing to oppose an early release, which worked. That's nice. Yeah. All she did is walk in and go, just quick note, a candle holder skull. You guys are doing?

See you guys later. That's all the fuck do you need me to do. Okay. So with the help of the teenage girl who was in the rescue car that night, the night she was attacked, as well as other locals who had, everyone was like, well, you know who grew up, Terry finds out about a local man who was a teenager at the time of her attack. What? Less than 24 hours after the attack, Dirk Durran beat his teenage girlfriend so badly

that she was put in the hospital. Her parents tried to file charges against him, but they were told that since they were both minors to just forget it. Yeah. That's the best way to deal with anything really. Yeah. That's absolutely it. The judge told them that.

Yeah. Well, he would know best. Right. Teenagers are always beating the shit out of each other. They beat the shit out of each other. The girlfriend and tried to drown them in front of an entire bunch of people. She, the girl tells Terry that the night of the attack, she and Dirk had gotten in a huge fight that had been broken up by her dad around 11 p.m. that Dirk had left in a rage.

And after the attack, the time of the attack showed up at her house high on drugs. She remembered that a tool in the next day, he beat the shit out of her. She remembers that a toolbox in Dirk's pickup truck where he always, he always stored a hatchet and that toolbox was missing. And then she realized something else was different about his truck that night or that in that time. She said, I noticed he had changed the tires on the front of his pickup. She visited the scene of the alleged attack and said she recognized the tire tracks from

Dirk's car. Without a shadow of a doubt, she said, I knew it was him. Shit. He could turn from this really nice, yes ma'am, thank you ma'am, to Satan in his eyes. I mean, it was just like two different people night and day. And then Terry found out from locals that he had an ax that had, or like a hatchet or an ax that had his initials carved in it that went missing after the attack. And he told people that he hurt someone with it and had to get rid of it.

The cops questioned him about it. Who, sorry, who did he tell? He was like, anyone who would listen. Every person she fucking interviewed, this book is tits, like anyone, like it's legit. Anyone who will listen, she fucking, he fucking is like. He just moses up to the bar, but y'all. Because he knew he was a suspect and everyone believed it, so he would just bring it up with people.

Because everyone, his nickname became Dirk the Hatchetman. No. Yep, Dirk Durand the Hatchetman. Well, that actually fits really nicely, I have to say. Yeah. It's not like Dirk Durand, the like, the... The guy that ran over some gals. Right.

Dirk Durand, the like sword man, that doesn't go as well. But immediate suspect, and everyone thinks he did it, got that name, he'd been adopted at a young age, and his parents were pillars of the community, and they ignored their adopted sons in many abnormalities and issues, including rage and bullying, and Terry suspects that law enforcement did at the time as well, because his dad was like a big man. Terry is told that Dirk's mom had always coddled him, including doing his laundry for him, and making sure that his signature cowboy outfit was always meticulous, and even making cowboy shirts for him.

Uh-oh. Handmade mom made cowboy shirts. I want to talk about when you date a guy, and his mom did his laundry, and you're like, oh, no. Get out. Get out right now. No. In theaters now.

Get out. That is one of the... Oh, yeah. I do ask every guy, date, or dated, so when did you start doing your laundry? Not even tonight, because I want to know if you're a fucking child. They're like, I'm not shirt mom, and then they bring her in. During the investigation, Dirk is given two polygraphs, so the investigation gets open back up because this bitch is fucking stirring some shit up in town.

Yeah, she is. Yeah, girl. During the investigation, Dirk's given two polygraphs, fails them both, and when the examiner tells him this, he cowers and starts bawling when he's told, reaches out, holding the hands, or armed arm, we don't know, saying, I didn't do it, but maybe I don't believe that. Terry works with... Dirk, you do know you can't...

You can say nothing. That's also an option. No, or you can admit to it because the statute of motherfucking limitations is up. So you can be like, yeah, am I going to do it? Son of a bitch. Okay. Terry worked with victims, advocates, groups, rights to change the statute of limitations on attempted murder in Oregon.

Victims eliminated in 96, so thank Terry, among other people. Wow. So there's none at all? None at all anymore. Tell your friends. Yeah. But it's not retroactive. Oh.

Well, yeah. Yeah. That makes sense. I mean, he served four years in jail for a crime he committed against a hunting partner. The reason he's nailed is because, I clearly copied and pasted that because I would never say that. It's because that she brought him to the attention of the police and they needed to fucking do something.

They were watching him carefully. Ultimately, though, she's never able to prove conclusively that he's the attacker. And then, so she said, and the book is really fucking amazing because as she's doing this, she's like finally coming to terms with all what happened because she used to make, you know, how we do like, yeah, I got attacked when I was, you know, like, and showing the scar and being like, this is a badge of honor and look how I got past this and I'm successful. And then suddenly she's like, I have PTSD. So she goes back.

So she said, I learned that traumatic memory gets stored in the brain differently than other memories. When a trauma occurs, it isn't stored in a narrative with a beginning, a middle and an end. It gets stored in fragments like shards of broken glass. So one of the things that I found profoundly healing for everyone to do is to put those fragments together in a narrative with a beginning, a middle and an end so you can tell the story of it.

You can incorporate it and begin to make sense of it. So that's what she did with this book, even though she couldn't get this guy to justice. And that is Terry Gents and her book, A Strange Piece of Paradise. Nice. Terry Gents. I love, I love that because that must have been so hard. That must have been the hardest thing in the world to walk away from like a successful life and pretending that you're good with everything and diving back into the deepest

shit and putting it together. Like you could just keep going and she was successful in doing well, but she just wouldn't fucking let go. But she kind of probably wasn't doing it. No, totally not. Deep down. Yeah. That's awesome.

Yeah. Well done, Terry Gents. Yeah. That's it. If you know Terry or work with her, please tell her we say hi. Yeah. Should we move on? That was a good story.

That was a good story. Thank you. Yeah. Yeah. Should we figure out a hometown to hear from people? Can you, if possible, can we just bring the lights up a tiny bit so we can just see? We know this.

The show is almost over when my tissue becomes. Oh my God. It goes all the way up there. Hi. I didn't know. You didn't know? This is the third show. I know, but I didn't.

I honestly hadn't seen that part. Look at there. Steven right there. And there he, and then he was there. And they were there. See him? No, I still can't see him because I haven't put my contacts in. I refuse to do it anymore.

Let's put it out of your hands. Yeah. I didn't get it. Together. Does anybody have a good hometown murder that's a, that's a good story. I don't pick Karen picks. Karen picks. Do you promise?

Yes. Okay. Come up these stairs. Oh, I got a thing. Thank you. Hi. Let's give this person a hand. Hi.

What's your name? My name's Nicole. Nicole. Come here. It's Nicole. Everybody. Hi, Nicole. Hi, Nicole.

Hi. I'm gonna hug you. Hi. Okay. This feels so wrong. My sister Angela is the one that brought me and she turned me on to you guys. She's amazing. Okay.

Angela, do you want to sneak up here like a new cartoon character? Please give me Angela. Don't roll up on the stage halfway through or I'll fucking pull a gun on you. You should have seen the way my tone changed last night. It went from like, girl, look at this dress, look at this dress, everyone. That's Siamese. Let's go. Walk it around.

Walk it around. Yes. For one second, I thought you were gonna fall off the stage when you took a turn. That scared the shit out of me. The sisters don't know how to talk in the microphones, but okay. What's your name? Angela. Angela.

Okay. Try it again. Angela. Yeah. Angela. Okay. But Nicole's telling the story and then Angela's gonna do backup. Yes.

If need be. Yes, I will. Yes. Okay. I'm the Karen. She's a Karen, clearly. I'm the Karen. Got it.

So I have to be completely honest. So a few years, what, five years ago now? Probably. I was in the throes of drug addiction. So I spent a lot of time in and out of jail. Which to interrupt, that's part of why I love you guys because you're so honest about it. And we know that we can be successful because we've gotten past it. That's right.

That is a big thing. Welcome back. We're glad you're here. For real. In one of my throes of let's still be drug addicts, I ended up in jail for a weekend. It was the longest weekend of my life because I ended up in jail with Susan. What is her last? Susan Monica, the pig farm lady.

What? Yes. And she was from Klamath Falls, Grants Pass area. And I ended up in jail with her and I ended up having to be sober. That sucks. That was a good one. It was terrible. And she scared the living crap out of me.

Okay, wait. You have looks like a man. Yes. Explain who it is. She does not look like a lady. She is a tall woman and she is completely hairless. She has no hair at all whatsoever. And I was completely unaware of the situations going on in my own town because I was so

consumed with myself. I was like, give me drugs or give me nothing. So I ended up in jail with her. She is completely hairless. Apparently she had fed bodies to her pigs. What? Whose bodies? Yes.

I don't even know how many victims she had. I don't think. She had like... Yes! Yes! And so did one of my friends. Hold on a second. You know what?

That's not cool. Yes! I love when I get a chance to do that. Yes! Stop talking to them. Let's go ahead. Go ahead. You tell the story.

I ended up with her and she had court and they came and got her and they gave her a wig and she was mad about the wig because it wasn't her natural hair color. They made her wear a wig? Wait, sorry. So she had like alopecia or something? Yes. Something where she was completely hairless and was losing weight consistently. By the time I met her she had already...

Marta, we'll do that to you. Yeah. By the time I met her she said she had lost like 50 pounds or something. She was just in... Who did she kill? She killed workers on her farm from what I remember. And then used their EBT food cards after they were already dead. What did she...

Dad, how she got caught? Because she was also on meth? She was on something. What did she...what was she like when you were in jail? Okay, so here's the creepiest thing is that because I was so sober I was so scared of her once I realized who she was. And there was only two other girls in there. It wasn't like it was a big dorm.

There were little beds with no TV and it's the weekend. You're not getting out until Monday. And... Jail, right? I was on the... Right, right. I was on the top bunk and I was reading. Since I've been in and out of jail so much the officer was trying to do so he always left

me a pile of books. Well, I was like, yeah, so nice. Right, he's nice. He's nice. And I was laying on the top bunk and my book fell down and I was too scared to move a muscle. So she gets up. She gets my book.

She gets on top of my bunk with me and then tucks me into bed. I died! I died! Did it look like a big thumb was talking to you in the bed? It was like this horrible blanket, this not-warm, this crap blanket. I'm in these clothes that smell like someone else. This murderer! This pig murderer!

Not even like a good one that used a gun. A fed people to pay because now put a blanket on top of me and tucks me in for the night. She's like, night, night. No, what she says is, are you doing okay? Are you coming down okay? I'm like, yes, thank you. And I roll over. You're helping me so much.

So the whole weekend she told me about her murder. She showed me all her court documents, all the papers she had in the jail cell. She was constantly complaining because she needed like the special meal with like no meat. Everything has to be kosher. Right? I was like, are you kidding me? Yeah, and she showed me all her paperwork. She's like, they don't know, but I told them the body's here and they won't listen to me.

I'm like, who's not listening to you tell them where the body is. She's showing me all these drawings and everything and this other woman makes her dice so she can play the dice game. It was just the worst weekend of my life. But the highlight of my life is when I don't answer the call from prison because I don't have any money to answer her. It's a collect call. So her voicemail is just roommates with pig farm lady, roommates with pig farm lady. And I'm like, oh my God, yes. It's so sister.

I get out of jail. She's like, so tell me what happened. Tell me everything. Okay, are you going to get clean as everything going? No, tell me more about the pig lady. Oh my God, rock fucking bottom right there. And I will tell you guys last time I've ever been in jail. I'm so proud of you.

I mean, you know what, here's the thing. If you went back to jail after that, it's just going to be a disappointment. It's not going to be as good at all. Like they left me Shakespeare, but I don't even care. She was like motherly. You know what I mean? She wanted to talk to everyone, find out what their problems were. She wanted to like girl chat at night.

I'm like, leave me the fuck alone. I'm so sorry for whatever I did to be here. You're like cold and hot and sweating. And she's just like talking. She's showing you all her paperwork. She's like, and there's so much more that they don't know. I'm like, what do they know? I'm going to testify against you.

This is how this works. I'm trying to like stay calm the whole weekend. And you're coming down with her. If you're prison wives, you have to testify against your prison wives. There could be a clause. I'm not sure exactly what it is. I mean, what if you did fall in love with her though? Oh my God.

How'd you guys meet? This is the longest weekend. By the time Monday came around and I knew I was getting to leave, I was like, well, have a good life and good luck with court. Because she was convinced that she's going to go home. Oh my God. She kept saying, well, I'm going to get to go home. They're not going to be able to do anything.

It's fine. They didn't even find all the evidence. Wait, her name is Susan what? Susan Monica. Susan Monica, two first names. A pig farm killer. And she would feed the people that worked for her to her pigs. Did she kill them beforehand?

In one incident, she told me that she had killed the guy and then didn't know what to do with the body. So she just took it outside of the barn. Yeah. Is what she told me. She's like, I just let the pigs take care of it. They'll eat anything. I don't feel bad about eating fucking pig anymore.

I know you should be. You know? Yeah. Did she tell you that story as she was talking you in? No. I laid the body gently into the pig, Mankin. Is that warm enough for you? Did you know pigs will eat anything?

Anything, apparently. Night night. Night night. Yeah. Oh, that is amazing. That is a really amazing story. Nicole, right? Yes.

Nicole, everybody. Yay. What was your name again? An Angela backup sister. Sister. Yes. That was incredible. Thank you, Rachel.

Thank you. I'll steal that for you. Thank you. You guys were great. Fuck yeah. Yeah. Well done. Thank you.

Who's watching Alps? Oh, shit. I forgot to get a cat sitter. I love that that was a sister team. That's good time. That's good. That's fun time. That's exactly what happened last night except for the second one was not invited on the

stage. Except it wasn't fucking terrifying and I didn't think my life was ending. And then fucking army role. I'll never forget it. That was beautiful. She did turn out to be very nice and apologized on Twitter. Lovely girls. Yeah.

Lovely, lovely ladies. Portland. We adore you so much. Yes. Thank you so much for your support. Honestly, I've been telling everybody this anecdote, but it really is true. You guys were there so early for this podcast and you were so vocal and you were so in it. And one of the one of the first pieces of stay sexy, don't get murdered graffiti that we

ever saw that got posted to Twitter was from Portland, Oregon, and it really meant the world to us. You guys love your vandalism and we love you for it. Vandalize in our name. Thank you kindly for that. You've graffitied our hearts. Yes. Permanently tattoo style.

We love you. Stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Bye you guys. Thank you. Thank you.