My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 104

Episode Date: January 7, 2019

This week’s hometowns include a food court stabbing and a Richard Speck connection.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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gown that America can't stop talking about. I need that. Yeah. You're going to. You're going to. And they need America to talk about me. Carrera, only America. I need her to not stop talking about me. America, we heard what you said about Georgia and we love it. Love it, millennial pink is in. Girl, thank you for your support. Okay, read a story. Okay. Let's get serious on Golden Globes night. Can you tell we have our Golden Globes wine? The most important night of the year. Karen's had her Golden Globe coffee. I've had my Golden Globe champagne. Stephen's on all his Golden Globe Adderall. We're going to do this show as quickly as possible. We also just opened a box from like a gift box that we had gotten from a while ago and there's a ton of

fucking chocolate in it. I've been eating it. Go. Yes. Here we go. This one goes out to you, Mounds and Almond Joy, not sponsored. The subject line of this is food court stabbing. You're kicked off. Great. Hi, Karen, Georgia, Stephen and Petz. My name is Sarah and I'm 18 and I'm from Australia. That wasn't, that was not. Feel again. I was going to try to. Hello, my name is Sarah. I'm 18 and I'm from Australia. No, we're too far away. I can't do Australia anymore. Around two years ago, I was just louder and my voice went out. Australia. And I made a terrible face. Around two years ago, I traveled to America as part of a school exchange program and I lived with a host family in Seattle. My host family were amazing and showed me the best of

Seattle and also kind of the worst. Haha. One day, my host sisters took me to Alderwood Mall to see the film La La Land, after which we then went shopping. Wildston Urban Outfitters. Wildston in Urban Outfitters is the name of my new play. Wildston Urban Outfitters, people in the food court opposite us got up and ran in a sea of panic. That's what you want to see, right? In a mall. When you're fresh here from Australia, dropping trays of food and personal belongings. No. My host sisters immediately thought there was a celebrity in the center. When my first thought was, holy shit, we're all going to get shot, as this is typically the main thing that we see on the news about America in Australia. You're not wrong. That's what we see, too. That's what we

see now weekly and we're used to it and it's a nightmare. Let's change that soon, please. Yes. I can't do it now. Okay. It's Golden Globes Night. It's the best night of the year. Please start rowing it with gun control. No, let's row in it with gun control. It's the best night of the year. But what about the Obies? It's the only night Karen feels any joy in the fucking life. It's the Globes. It's the Globes. We were then ushered into the back stock room of Urban Outfitters, where half the people were having panic attacks. Jesus. The ones wearing leather hats. And the other half were completely nonchalant about the situation they were pretending to be. They were on Xanax. All I was thinking was, fuck, someone's going to bust down the door, shoot me, and La La

Land is the last movie I will ever see. You have to keep this in mind when you're going to pick your movie. Is this the last movie? What if it's the last one you'll ever see? Truly. What's yours right now? That it should be? No, no, that it was. In theaters? In a theater. Yeah, it should be. So mine would be Mary Poppins. I don't mind that. Did you see it? No, I don't see movies. I don't even sound like an asshole. Genuinely and sincerely recommend Mary Poppins. It was a feel good bust out hit. Amazing. And great songs. Love it. And Emily Blunt, you cannot scratch her. She is perfection. Perfect. She's an amazing actress. She has a British accent. Yeah. She has a great face. She can have blonde hair. She can have brown hair. She can have red hair. She was in that

Live, Die, Repeat movie with Tom Cruise. America loves her. And now she's from America Ferrera. America Ferrera. She is in the top five of America Ferrera's favorite. Best friends. Can you tell me about the ton of coffee? Yeah. Okay, ready? Okay. All I was thinking, okay, that. The nice employee looking after us all said to me, sweetie, you should call your parents. Okay, I'm going to sidebar this really quick. You like that? No, no, I just that sweet. Yes, it is. And horrifying. Yeah. If you're an adult, especially woman to woman, this is my personal preference. So obviously take this with a grain of salt, which no one seems to ever be able to do. Do not call other women your age, sweetie. Do not call women older than you, sweetie. No,

don't use the word sweetie. So fucking unnecessarily condescending and rarely sincere. So if you're just trying to look for a way to kick off a sentence, look and listen work great, we will highly recommend that to you. Absolutely. The word sweetie, just don't, just don't. How about baby girl? How about what up hoe? Hey, baby girl. Hey, baby girl. Hello, baby. Sweetie. I literally, one of my old jobs, somebody was passing around a card for a girl that got a job somewhere else that was like a promotion. So they're like, we're sending around this card and you put in a piece of advice. Just say goodbye. I know. But it was one of those things we're all best friends, put in a piece of advice for her to leave with. And I, because this girl did it every

single day, I wrote stop calling people older than you, sweetie. And everybody had that reaction. I'm like, I know we were giving advice. We need to, this is the kind of advice where if I met you and you did that, I would immediately, there would just be a spiritual line across through your name permanently. Don't do it. No, you're not, you're not going to get the higher ground because you're being condescending. No, I've been called it and I'm immediately a cunt. Whoever calls me that, right? Immediately. Very similar to never fucking rude to like people in public. Right. But if you call me sweetie, I want to punch you in the face. It's a posture. And if you're a sincere person and you are like, but I'm trying to convey love, go ahead and convey love and don't use condescending

words. Baby girl, anything. I'm trying to, I'm trying to push my baby girl agenda and everyone. When did you come up with this agenda? The new year? This very moment in time. That's how good I am. Let's get baby girl going everybody. Um, okay. So she said to me, sweetie, and also that's the only way you can say it. Sweetie, you should call your parents. Sweetie. As if to say, you may not see them again, to which I replied, not going to happen there in Australia. And I do not want to give my mother a heart attack. Hell's yeah. After waiting an hour, the police came to let us out. I asked the woman next to me if she knew what had happened to which she replied, uh, I don't know. Apparently someone got stabbed. Turns out someone did get stabbed whilst trying whilst again,

whilst trying to break up a food fight or no, sorry. No, wait, I want to keep food fights. Can we keep food fighting there? Sweetie, we can't. Baby girl, do not talk to me like that. Those are our new nicknames, sweetie and baby girl. Everyone's like, what? They're the same. Why is one upset and one not upset? Um, Stephen is how? It's a fight between a food court employee and a disgruntled customer who was apparently unsatisfied with the amount of cheese he had with his meal. Luckily, the man, the food court employee was okay and the stabber was arrested. Stay sexy and don't get stabbed in the food court, Sarah. Holy shit. Yes. Yeah, that was a, I loved that roller coaster. I mean, if you're gonna get in a fight about anything, it should be

cheese and then not enough of it in the world. There's never enough on anything. Truly. Truly. There was a little while when I was deep, deep into my eating disorder and ordering, oh my god, like the secret, the dirty secret of it. You should see how big George's eyes just got. Because I'm so excited to hear about your, the details of your eating. Everyone's eating disorders, like a snowflake. It's, right? It's just like a personal journey. What was your fucked up thing? Yeah. It's like veins, the veins in your body, but it's your own, the rivers of history inside of you. Absolutely. So it's me in the Burger King drive-thru. Because to me, Burger King is the dirtiest of all the fast foods. Because it's like, there's some, it's very chemically, it's big and

sloppy. I think Jack in the box is that. Really? Trash. Because you can go at like four in the morning. Yeah. It's trash food. Carl's Jr. is the top, tippity-top of the fucking classiest and I'm obsessed with it. I love it so much. I want to cry. I love it so much. And then Jack in the box is like the trash heap bottom. Okay. Can you just tell me where Wendy's Burger King and McDonald's go in between? We're doing top five. Okay. So from the top, Carl's Jr. Underneath that, Taco Bell. Okay. Yes. And then put in your own five. Baby girl. I don't know. We never did Wendy's as a kid. So it like doesn't really come up on my radar. Burger King actually is really good, I think. Yes. And then when it was Del Taco, Jack in the box. Oh yeah. Okay. How about that? Yeah,

that's a great top five. All right. Okay. Mine are, you know what's, well, it made me think of this because I had a friend, my friend Lydia, when we lived in Sacramento, went on a rant one day about how disgusting Wendy's was. And I was just like literally clutching my breast like, what do you mean? I would go the same way if someone did it like Carl's Jr. That's what you're talking about. How dare you? Where it's like, it's all garbage. It's all garbage. But to me, there was something especially, and maybe this is because in the worst of it, there was a Burger King drive through around the corner. Yeah. But to me, the most enjoyable, instead of classy, I would go like dirty satisfying. What do I really want? Yeah. If I'm going to do this thing, let's go for it. What you're

eating disorder is about. It's not you being fucking smart and order. Even at Burger King, you can order well and be fine. Yes. It's I'm going to Burger King, which means I'm going to blow everything up. Yes. And I want to, and mom, you can't tell me what to do. I literally have the you can't tell me what to do argument in my head. And my mother's been dead for almost three years. Hi. I'm not laughing at your mom being done. You can't. The argument is hilarious. Okay, go ahead. So I would say Burger King, because they do that thing where they pump out a fake barbecue smell and I fall for that shit every time. So what would you order? I would get a whopper, but I would ask for extra cheese. And to me, that's but it's a step too far. Yeah. It's

a step too far. You can you can get a shake. You can get a pie and put your pie inside your shake. So like if you got a burger, a shake and fries would be fine. But if you got a burger with extra cheese, that's like extra. You're just being that you're just being gross. I feel like I feel like I'd feel the same way if it was extra mayo, which extra cheese I'm okay with. You are. Yeah. I think that you really like the cheese part. Love it. And that's fine. It's what I'm there for. Your base. Listen, you're getting a double cheeseburger without the extra meat. That's right. I'm saving saving on all those. You're not getting the extra protein that you need. What's for bacon cheeseburger? Goddamn, this is a satisfying conversation.

Yes. Coke, fucking barbecue sauce. Yes. What? Okay, Stephen, you might not know this, but when we are on the road every once in a while, we'll get wonderful, very healthy dinners to take home back to the hotel with us. But sometimes nothing's open or we can't, and we'll go to a fast food place. And that's this is my favorite joke. It's either you or Vince said every time you can always get a salad because it's like, because we'll be like, oh, this is the worst. And we do all this faking. We shouldn't do this. But anyway, we still get our burgers and fries. Especially at Arby's, though. Yes. Like that I can't. Okay, but this isn't an episode. This is something. We'll stop it at Arby's. Arby's, we apologize. Listen, if Arby's

wants to do ads here, though, it's totally fine. Listen, I love a big beef and cheddar and you can not get fucking curly fries like that anywhere else. That's right. We have the beef. Sea sauce. Horsey sauce. Horsey sauce. Well, that was fun. We're each going to only get two stories of stuff. No, that was the best. Looking for a better cooking routine with meal planning, shopping, and prepping handled. Hello Fresh has you covered. Hello Fresh makes home cooking easy and affordable so you can stay on track and on budget in the new year. Hello Fresh meals are convenient, seasonal, and delicious. Stay cozy all winter long with classic comfort foods available weekly. Why stop with just dinner? Now you can enjoy Hello Fresh's expanded menu of quick lunch solutions,

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your apartment. I would honestly say that's one of the first rants you ever did on the show. Really? I would say it's over two years ago. Well, I don't know anything about time. Because I remembered you doing that in your old apartment. Yeah, Stephen's gonna fuck and find it. He's already on the spot. And there's a photo of him, like, so because there was a guy in Echo Park and he got into an apartment building and a couple, he just like started trying to open doors and there were some unlocked doors and they said that it was from like women who were going to do their laundry. And even my dad to this day, like when he stays at my apartment, he alone, he locks the door and he said, Cuzzy, listen to that episode. Yes. Okay. Well, it was episode 29. Wow.

That was like a million years ago. Can you? My hair was so much longer. Well, this is called didn't lock my front door while doing laundry slash Echo Park. Oh, shit. Is this ground zero? Uh huh. Hello all. Caitlin here. Yep. I was one of the men. I was one of many women that got attacked from this creep. Fortunately, I have a solid scream. Oh, doing laundry one afternoon, I shuffled to the elevator of my roommate and eyes three story apartment complex to grab my clothes out of the dryer. I didn't think twice about locking my door as we live in a building with locked doors. And you had to have a code to get in. As I was coming back, I got to my door and noticed it was cracked open. Inside was a man I'd never seen before wearing a Virgin Mary shirt.

Fucking fucker hiding behind my door. I honestly had thought it was my roommate at first coming home. But no, this crazy fucker put his hand over my mouth and pushed me up against my front door, shutting it. Oh, fuck. Somehow I managed to slip and fall to the floor. And all I could do was let out a blood cardling scream loud enough to scare this asshole. And he ran out and I slammed the door and locked it. Yes. Honey. Yes. I always get so scared that I won't be able to scream when I need to. Because you've had that dream. Yeah. Exactly. Yes. He had left a bag of stuff in my apartment, clothes, toothbrush, etc. And all caps knocked on my front door, demanding me to give him his shit back. What the fuck? She says, Yeah, okay, buddy. I hear him run from one end of the

hall to the other slamming his PCP fueled body into my neighbor's door, breaking off a piece of it. This guy got in behind a family carrying in groceries. Oh, that's how he got into the apartment building. Yep. And the landlord watched him walk in. Yes. Oh, sure. Because how many times has that happened to me? Somebody's friend. My apartment building, like, I'm not going to be rude and be like, let me see your key, right? You know, I should be rude. It was fucking scary. I had to go through this whole ordeal with the police made a formal statement with the district attorney, identify him. He attacked probably 10 other women and some were not as fortunate as I was. Oh, no. I had even heard he had a knife on him. Makes me sick to think of what would have happened.

I should have known better. My mom raised my siblings and I to be murderinos, not talking to strangers, code words, don't answer the front door when she'd be in the shower. And most importantly, to scream. So you did know better. Yes, you did. You fucking did one of those things your mom taught you and you should be fucking proud of yourself. Yeah, do not. Do not be yourself up. No. I was literally shaking when I heard you guys talk about it on your most recent episode, Origins. Thanks to the last laughs and gasps, SDGM and always lock your fucking door, Caitlyn. Caitlyn. I'm so glad that turned out the way it did. Yeah. And also, even if, you know, the attack had happened, it's you're still not. You still didn't should not have known better. It's not

your fault. It is the crazy man's fault. Exactly. 100%. Exactly. You didn't invite it. You didn't do anything wrong. I mean, that's a mistake we made early on because we were giving this advice of like, you got to do this and you got to do that. And we got reached out to by a victims rights group that was just like, can you watch that language? Because when it happens to people, that's the first thing they do is beat themselves up. I should have done this. I knew better. Yeah. And it's like no motherfucker. Yeah. The person that is entirely responsible and guilty is the person who perpetrated the crime. Exactly. The creep in the Virgin Mary shirt. It's so awful. Have you seen this photo? No. Okay, Stephen, can you there's a security photo

of it? Bull on Instagram. Also, someone behind your door is very like basic nightmare. 100%. The subject line of this is I know someone who is at Richard Speck's death bed. Amazing. Hey, Karen and Georgia and Stephen. I went home for Christmas last week, which is in the Chicagoland area. While at breakfast one morning, my uncles in laws and I were talking about death over coffee, as one does at 7 30am naturally. I made a comment that I don't want to go out. Oh, I don't want to go out boring. Got it. Because I feel that every night I don't want to go out boring. I want to go out boring. Truly. That of course led to this discussion of murder when my uncle's mother-in-law very casually said, I took care of Richard Speck

when I was a nurse. Oh my God. After a little bit of shocked blubbering on my part, she elaborated that she worked in ICU at Silver Cross in Joliet, Illinois. And they had the contract with Statesville Prison. She and another nurse got word of a prisoner who was having chest pain. They were told his name was El Bazaar Massa. That's not real. That's not real at all. But soon after they heard through the grapevine that was actually Richard Speck and he was allowed to choose a different name because he was afraid the nurses would hurt him if they knew who he was. Yeah, because he murdered a bunch of nurses. Yes, he did. Holy shit. He came in with two guards because he was so afraid of them. She said, quote, creepy guy, very pale, lots of prison tats, skin was cold

like a snake. Later that night he had a heart attack. While they were trying to resuscitate him, she counted eight nurses in the room, as well as a lot of other personnel. They talked about who would play each of them in the movie. She, of course, said her character would be played by Molly Ringwald. But she also made the point to say that joking about this was bad behavior, but it didn't change their efforts in resuscitating him. Alas, the sucker died. Sayonara, stay sexy and dope, bite the hand that feeds you, Jasmine. God damn. Isn't that amazing? Yes, jump by the hand, bite the hand that's going to fucking take Harry on your deathbed. There was a bunch of pictures like that when a lot of the Black Lives Matter like protests started happening. Have you ever

seen those ones where it's like an ER, a black ER doctor that's resuscitating a Nazi? Yes. I mean, it is, and it's just like, and the majority. Who's going to come to your fucking aid, dude? You're going to be like, no, I'm racist at that moment? Of course you're not. It's no, of course you're not. And also, because in that moment, you're truly, you're the most fragile of your humanity, which you actually are all the time and you don't understand that. You do. It's too scary to understand that. Yes. So you're, so you're raging like a child, like a child with a temper tantrum, and you're, you're putting your violence on everybody else. But suddenly you're human. You're a human. And someone else is human and it's going to help you. A really,

really fucking smart human he had who had to work twice as hard as everybody else to get where they were, and they're not going to fuck their shit off. And it's so kind that they don't give a shit what you were just screaming. Right. Well, they probably do, but they'll save it till they get home. Yeah. I hope everyone's learned a lesson about my racial equality issues. Okay, I'm going to do one more. Do it, because I have one more too that's really short and fun. Great, let's do it. Okay, this one's called, my mom's ex-husband tried to blow her up. What? Hi, ladies, Steven and animals. Hi. Hi. My mom was married for less than a year before she met my dad. It should have been no big deal, but in classic, my mom fashion, she hit her first

marriage for me and my sister until my sister found her wedding photos while rummaging through a drawer in my grandma's house. I love that she uses the word rummaging and not snooping. Yeah. I was just rummaging through my grandma's underwear drawer. You know how you like to do. I was looking for her. I wanted a sachet of lavender, but instead I found my mom's secret wedding photos. My sister threatened to tell me everything. She's a bitch like that. This has everything. So my mom casually mentioned it to me one Christmas Eve when I was in high school. She literally said, by the way, I was married before your father. Let's not get into it. That sounds like something my mom would say. Yes. And wouldn't answer any of my questions about it, thus cementing all of my

many trust issues. Anyway, the whole story, which finally emerged years later after a few dirty martinis, oh man, always does, is that my mom left her first husband after discovering he was having sex with other men he found through personal ads. He was initially confessed to being gay and was okay with them splitting up. But then he started to worry that his family would question his sexual orientation if he told them about the divorce. Then she got weird. He started stalking my mom and threatening her, begging her to reconcile. She told him she would never out him to anyone, but that obviously she couldn't stay in the marriage. One day while driving down PCH after a scuba diving lesson in Long Beach, as one does, my mom's car suddenly caught fire and

filled with smoke. She passed out from smoke inhalation and woke up on the side of the highway surrounded by firefighters. As she tells it, this also sounds like my mom, she was wearing a rather skimpy bikini. And the firefighters seemed very impressed with her darling figure. And then she writes, this detail seems more important to her than the fact that she was almost incinerated. Darling figure again. Also driving in your bikini. Yeah, that's right. You don't even throw a shirt on. That's the 70s. Yeah. It turned out her car had been rigged to ensure it would explode, but it didn't blow up as intended and just caught fire. She always suspected it was her ex as he was an engineer with lots of mechanical knowledge. But not too much. Not enough. Thank God. Months

later, he sent her a letter confessing to everything. I asked her why she didn't get a restraining order or go to the police at this point. And she simply replied, it was the 70s. I couldn't. I had my bikini on. I couldn't. My darling figure wouldn't let me. It would cost too many problems. That's right. After the car incident, my mom said her ex continued to send her letters and even followed her a few times and eventually stopped for some unknown reason. No big deal. Moral of the story, the 70s were a crazy time and I'm immensely grateful my mom didn't get blown up or otherwise murdered and eventually got to have an amazing, loving marriage to my dad. Nice. Thanks so much for all that you do, ladies. You've helped me get through a brutal breakup and have made lots of

lonely, wine drenched nights feel a little more fulfilling. Nice. Stay sexy and go to the police if your ex tries to blow up your car. Shelly. Good advice, Shelly. Shelly, you are not wrong. I can't stop picturing scuba lessons in Long Beach. If you've ever been to Long Beach, it's one of the more, it's slightly industrial and right off the coast because there's a dog beach that I take my dogs to there sometimes, Rosie's dog beach. There's oil derricks or whatever you call them, like right off the coast. It's not like you're in Maui. You know what I mean? When we were driving home from Torring County from LA when we were little kids, we'd like, we'd stay up awake to see the fire. Like they had these like industrial things like fires lit.

They'd be like, well, it's fucking oil. It's burning oil in the ocean. And the kids were like, so pretty. Yay. That's our Disneyland. All the heartstarks. Okay. This last one for me is my dad gave a bank robber a ride. Hi, I'm FM Fam. I'll get right to it. I grew up in a town just south of Boston in a middle class neighborhood. But when I was in fifth grade, we had a lockdown in school. This wasn't common in my area. So it's safe to say when we had a lockdown, there were all, we were all pretty Armageddon about it. Yeah. As it turned out, there had been a bank robbery across from my school and the thief had escaped on foot. Anyway, we got home from school that day and sat down for dinner. We told our parents about our exciting day. And my dad's face got Irishman red. He asked,

what bank and what time and he escaped on foot. As it turned out, my dad had picked up a hitchhiker and dropped him off at that very bank right around the time of the robbery. He brushed it off as coincidence. But when watching the news later, as it turned out, sure enough, my dad had driven the robber to the bank. He went on to rob. Thank God he didn't stick around to drive him home. Or perhaps my dad would be telling the story through a collect call from the DOC. Stay sexy and don't enable criminals. Lisa, what's the what's the other end of the getaway driver? The get get to their driver? That's what he was. The carpooler. The carpool. The carpool driver. Yeah. Yeah. Oh my God. That's so funny. Fucking hilarious. So good. And he's like,

what time? No, coincidence. We're not talking about it anymore. Everyone walks to the bank. Change the subject. Slams his fist down on the dinner table. Give me another maddy's light. Your little shit. Send your emails to us at my favorite murder at Gmail. Thank you to Stephen for finding us so many great stories to tell. Those were great ones. That's a this is a new year. It's 2019. There's a new bar that's been set with these hometowns. Please try to keep them as exciting and succinct and provocative and provocative and well and good grammar and great grammar, grammar, whilst, whilst, whilst is good, whilst is great, you know, fast foods, great, all of it. We love you. Thank you. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Goodbye.

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