The Dollop with Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds - 200 - Otto in the Attic

Episode Date: August 18, 2016

It's the 200th episode! Comedians Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds are joined by the hilarious hosts of the My Favorite Murder podcast Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark. Together, they discuss the twisted lives of Otto and Dolly. SOURCESTOUR DATES REDBUBBLE MERCH  

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your hosts for this evening Dave Anthony and Gary Reynolds. Hi. Oh my god. I did so much heroin. I thought you said they squared the pills away. I did so much heroin. You said earlier that they squared that away with you. That was outside and I had I was in my car and I had a bunch of heroin and it was like before the show and I was like I should just do this. Remember you said you were gonna call it vertigo? Oh I have vertigo. Yeah yeah right yeah you don't do heroin. You don't do heroin. I don't do heroin. Oh there we go back to the talking points. I'll be reading the story tonight so and I don't know what it

is still. I'm excited to learn. This is a joke. Very natural as natural as back stage. Addiction is a funny thing. I have a very pretty wave on my iPad. Alright. Watch those subtle branded marketing checks rolling. So this is a podcast called The Dollop. Everyone's probably here to see the ladies from The Better Podcast. She's totally acceptable. That they haven't done a live one yet so you're like alright we'll go to one they're on that's not theirs. Perfectly reasonable. Which is why I think the word count was a smart idea. So we get the spotlight you know. The word count. So it's gonna be a long show. This feels like an away game.

On the road. But this is The Dollop. This is a bi-weekly American history podcast. Each week I read a story from American history to my friend. Gareth Reynolds who has no idea what the topic is going to be about. And when we do live shows he'd love to have guests and one is an old old friend of mine and one is a new new friend. I think their show is their podcast is awesome. My favorite murder I obviously talked about on the podcast. I'm very glad to see Karen finally have success. Poor girl. Oh my god. I mean how long was she gonna live in a box? How long? That's the heroine talking. What? That's the heroine it sounds like. There it is.

So let's bring them up. Ladies and gentlemen Georgia Hardstock and the Karen Kulgarov. Or as I like to say Georgina Hobo Stank. I took your name and I took it up and I took it down at the same time. You're changing names with a Gino. Hobo Stank is the worst word in the human. Worst band. Worst word. There's nothing good about it. And yet. Here I am. Here you are. How are you guys? Welcome to our podcast. So much fucking attitude right off the bat. Almost. It's weird when someone comes out and and without saying a word they say why the fuck am I here? I can't wait to see this plot carry through the evening. This is I mean

there's stakes now. 1880. Walburga Corshelle. Whoa. I know what this is about. Do you buddy? You already fucking know about Walburga? I think so. I don't know. I don't know. You're talking about Walburgers right? The best show on TV. Yeah exactly right. Walburga Corshelle was born in Germany or Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We don't know which one. No one. Honestly no one fucking knows. Nice. So she grew up with German parents very poor on a Midwestern farm. They nicknamed her Dolly because Walburga is a fucking crazy name. This is the one. This is the one. Yeah. Is it okay if I tell you this right now? I mean you're launching into it

but I got to do some some there's a show called a crime to remember that's on I think on ID and it's basically old crimes and then they have talking head experts that explain what the crime is and I got to be on that show and this was my case. Shut up. I swear to God. I swear to God. Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Thank you so much. Yeah. So you've got lines already. Yeah. So you're gonna you're gonna be like no that's not what you know on the ID channel Dave they didn't actually tell us about that. You know we did a dance number Dave. All right. Well Georgia hasn't heard it. I don't know. And Gareth is Gareth is no

fucking idea what's going on. What's funny. But dummy's in the middle here. When Dolly was 13 she went to work in a factory then like some crazy dream she met and married a wealthy factory owner named Fred a strike. It's a strike. No. It's not. I looked it up. I'm just kidding. Fuck. Oh yes. How often do I look up a fucking name. Never. Never. This actually sounds like our podcast already. She's seeing me the other day when I was watching some show and they're like and the hoppy Indians and I was like oh fuck. Did a whole podcast call him Hopi. They're optimists. So she got married when she was 17. He made women's clothes mostly

women's apron aprons and a large factory in Milwaukee rolling in it rolling in it. They're both German right. Both had blonde hair and were a bit plump. Very German. I'm keeping it real. We don't hold back here on the dollop. The couple settled in Milwaukee but as the years passed the marriage wasn't doing that great. Fred enjoyed his liquor quite a bit. He was too stressed out from the apron factory. You don't understand the numbers Dolly. There's a front there's no back. So Fred's boozing and Dolly was not getting as much sex as she would like and they ended up fighting a lot. I think I know it. I think I got it. Uh-huh. Yeah.

Another one. I'm sorry. Do you really? I think I got it. Motherfucker. I'm still with you baby. I know you are. I know you are. Stick with your rock. I don't know nothing about nothing. See it's it's hard it's hard to do this with people who read but I don't even know what kind of wine this is. So Dolly turned into the typical stereotypical wanting housewife at home and Fred was cheap. He was an asshole factory owner known to walk through the factory yelling at the 50 men and women who worked there to work harder. While Dolly was the opposite everyone who worked at the factory liked her and tried to smooth things over for

Fred being an asshole. So she's a nice lady. Okay. Right. Yep. Now when she was. You went real high register in your voice. That means danger. Danger. Danger ahead. Dave's here. She was 26. She went to the factory one day and her eyes caught a 17 year old sewing machine repairman who worked there. Girl. You go girl. Do you. Now the young lad's name was Otto because you know keep it German. Otto Sandhubber and he'd been an orphan and adopted by a family. He was short, lanky, wore glasses and had a receding chin. He had it all. Otto and he was I'm sorry a receding chin. Yeah. I was trying to decide which word to pick and I was

like it looks like it just keeps going in. It looks like if you see pictures of me like I think that's actually going backwards. Running from the rest of his face. It might be apron neck. Oh, it's a very common back. Very common. Thank you. I do know some stuff. And he was painfully shy. Dolly clearly Dolly clearly saw someone who would be easy to mold and control. She started getting him more and more work at the factory and got to know him better than her sewing machine at home broke down. Broke down. Yeah. Yeah. I don't know. It's covered in water and has been stabbed a bunch. Anyway, I'm gonna go change. Send the

17 year old. Dolly asked Fred to send the repairman to fix it. It's a hot autumn day. 1913 hot auto day. Yeah. So he knocked on the door and Dolly answered. There was the not strapping 17 year old auto. Hey ma'am. It's really hot. My chin's panishing again. Happens in the humidity. And there stood Dolly wearing stockings, a silk robe, and that's it. Stockings is not sexy alone. Well, it's the 1913. So up to there. See how much it hurts my waist. I feel like your chin looks. Looks what? Oh, boy. So the pictures of her as the story goes on, you'll, if you ever see a picture of her, doesn't make any sense. It didn't take

long before they were going at it. The auto and Dolly affair was on. They went hot and heavy after that. At first they would meet in hotels around Milwaukee, but after a while they said fuck it and started doing it in Fred and Dolly's bed in her home while Fred was at work. Yeah, girl. What's up? Keep it naughty. So sometimes they had sex eight times a day. Wow, he is auto. This went on for three years. Whoa. Now. Do the math. Yeah. High five. I bet the chin was gone at the end of the day. Vital marrow. You can tell which one of us is married because I was like fuck now. Yeah. Now, this being the early 1900s with not much to do but talk

about each other, the neighbors became very suspicious of the constant repairs being done to Dolly's sewing machine. That's amazing. It just keeps breaking down. Hours and hours of repairs. I gotta get that thing fixed again. But she actually then went and told the neighbors that he was her quote, vagabond half-brother. That'll make things easier to understand. It's not super legit, it does. Who could question that? Now, of course, one neighbor mentioned the vagabond brother to Fred who was not pleased. He confronted Dolly and she very calmly explained that a book salesman had been bothering her but that she'd put a stop

to it and Fred seemed satisfied with the answer. Well, no more questions. Oh, a bookseller. Well, they are relentless. That explains all the shouting and groaning. Just like the candle peddler last year. Exactly. They come once a year darling. Oh, they come one more than once a year. They come eight times a day darling. But the neighbor's situation was a problem and having Otto always come and go was now an issue so Dolly came up with a great plan. Otto would quit his job and move into the attic of her house. Oh, that's smart. Where her husband lived with her in the attic. I think she's having sex with the raccoons. Always

up in that attic scratching the clawing. So Fred, so Fred moved up into the attic and it was like his bachelor pad situation. Yeah, he saw Otto. Sorry, Otto did. So Otto saw it as free rent. Obviously with a side of fucking, you know. So in what would be the most insane three's company episode of the 19 hundreds, a dude moved into the house of a married woman and lived in her attic so he could fuck her. Take that, Anne Frank. I was going to go with VC Andrews, but this but that one. I know. VC Anders is where my mind would have been. Yeah, this guy, this guy. Yeah. Now, the VC Anders, it's real, right? Yeah,

that really happened. Come on, open your mind. I'm married. Okay, but this meant Otto would pretty much have to completely give up his life and not see other people anymore, all in the name of having sex with Dolly. But he didn't care. He didn't have any family and he was completely obsessed with Dolly. Just to describe her, because I think you don't want to be in delicate or rude. Yeah, because I will be. Yeah, I'm a fella. I can't say it, but please go. Dolly's breasts look like two third graders had curled up and fell asleep on her chest. They defy logic. You have to go home and look them up on Google. There's a picture

of her with like, you know, a century dress and her boobs go from her chin to her knees. It is magical. You have to see it. It's insanity. I don't think she's wearing a bra on that. I don't think she has either, but why would she? Yeah, I mean, they're all in there together. It's nuts. And the face is nothing to write home about. It really isn't, Dave. Let's be honest. I mean, she must have had an amazing charisma because everything else fought it. When you, when you, that I'm not, who am I to say? Anybody who reads this story reads and then he moved to the Attic and then right then you go, I got to look this person up. Yeah. And then you look,

and I'm sure every person has had the same reaction like, what? Maybe just like Daddix. This could be. He was using her. Yeah. Poor Dolly. Okay, so the Attic had just a cot, a desk and a chamber pot. I'm sure the desk came in handy. Dear Diary, I'm not sure anymore. The Attic was right above the master bedroom. To get into it, you had to climb through a trapdoor in the bedroom closet ceiling. Otto, Otto placed a lock on the inside so Fred couldn't open it and just enter and, hey, what are you doing? Hey. So that's where Otto lived. He quit his job. He moved in there. He would come down when he was sure that Fred was gone for the day or

when Dolly signaled him that they were going out for the night. He never, ever left the property. Oh my God. He signaled, she signaled him by thumping one breast on the floor. Little details that I can provide. And he was like, was that a cat? It sounded like a bagged cat. Is there a cat made of sand? Of third graders for some reason. She fed him German rye bread, bottles of milk, cheeses, liverworsom baloney. Well, I'm sure it had a good hum up there. Smelled like fucking eight times a day and croutin' milk. At least it's pre-AC in the Milwaukee summer. He had one greenhouse window. What were you saying? I'm sweating right now, so I feel for him.

It was so much hotter where he was. He just could not make any sounds at night because Fred would be home and he also wasn't allowed to go near the one window. There was one window where he was like, maybe. I saw a bird. You're my only friend besides Dolly's tits. At night, he would read through stacks of nautical adventure books by candlelight. Dreaming of being on a boat. Dolly would check them out of the library for him. On nights when they were out on a date, Otto would sometimes leave the attic for a bit of exercise around the house. He also took the time being kept as a sex slave in an attic to have a go at writing pulp fiction. That was his real

dream. Pulp fiction magazines were all the rage then. For just ten cents, one could take a journey through stories of sex, murder, and addiction. So this went on for years. Like five years. That's crazy. It's called love. Don't fucking fight it. He had to have asked for like a lavender candle at one point. So there he is to live in the attic, having sex with Dolly, and now sometimes getting his work published under a pen name. Fred, on the other hand, thought he might be losing his mind. He heard noises up in the attic. His cigars kept disappearing. So the leftovers would always be gone. I don't think it was wrong with me that I can't finish a short story, but Otto can

get like shit published. What else is he gonna do? He literally has nothing else to do except just gnaw on some baloney. His publisher was like, we should meet. He's like, we can't meet. So at some point, Fred decided it was time to make a change and picked Los Angeles as their future home. Now Dolly said she would move there, but on one condition. We take the attic with us. Just drive the attic there and then I'm in. And we don't look in the attic and we fill it with baloney before we leave. And I get to go into it eight times a day when we're transporting it. Well, one condition was that the new house had to have an attic. Yeah, get yours. Get yours, Dolly. Now he was like, what? Yeah, I just love

addicts. So ours is locked. Yeah. And you know what? I love that about this house. Let's lock the next one. Why does it smell like baloney? Let's go out on a date. Let me just thud a boob on the ground and we'll lock the door. Who wants some a mama? That's them hitting the floor. Got it. Feel free to look up the picture on your phones. It's really so houses with addicts were rare in LA, but she made sure that they found one. She then sent on ahead of their move and he settled right into his new space. The only the only one. Yeah. That's amazing. Yeah. No, it's two days earlier. Get into squat in the attic for a couple days. Get familiar. No, you're attic. No, you're attic. And when you're

comfortable will come. What if it was a smaller attic? It's just a birdhouse on the side of the house. I don't get in there. I love her. I don't know. I can make it work. I can make a little desk over here. Write my stories. The attic space in Los Angeles would later be described as a nest. Oh, not a love nest. Not a nest. Not a love nest. Like a birdhouse. Like a rat nest or a bird nest. Like that kind of nest. How, how is he doing this? How are you like? Yeah, let's keep going. Well, this I feel like somewhere more exciting and I'll do it. I feel like he might have had a like a touch of low self esteem auto. You think auto did? Yeah, just a tiny bit. Why? Because of the addicts. I think he might have been a boob man.

Yeah. I mean, those pictures or something. That sounded creepy. It was sounded like somebody's attic bound. Honey, can I live in the attic? All you had inside was a mattress, a chamber pot and an oil lamp. He was living the life every 22 year old dreamed of. Yeah, strikes all strikes, moved to Los Angeles a week or so later and settled into their new home auto transition from sex slave and to just slave. Now when he wasn't making sweet love to Dolly, he was cooking, cleaning, washing dishes, making beds, pretty much taking care of all of Dolly's household duties. He's a feminist icon. Yeah. Seriously. Now he sounds good, right? Well, she sounds like a badass. Yeah. She made a sex Roomba. Way ahead of its time. When they break up, he can take that shit

straight to Angie's list because people want that. Yeah. It's just got like a dildo dragging behind it. It's the new version. There's some kinks. He would also sometimes make bathtub gin. The LA house was more difficult because his attic space was also directly above the asterisks and it was he had to be more quiet in this house. Buddy, that just hit you like a punch to the stomach. All of a sudden it got horrible for this guy. Everything until now is fine. I knew there was a catch till now. Yeah. Now this also meant that auto could hear Dolly and Fred having sex after one night of listening to the woman he loved having sex with her husband auto confronted her and she explained she couldn't leave Fred because she had no skills or money of her own.

I disagree. She had a couple skills. Auto agreed he wouldn't fight with her about having sex with Fred. No, you're right. You're right. You're right. I'm crazy again. Here I am projecting when I'm the one who's flawed in this situation. Do you? Do you? I guess you can still have sex with your husband while I'm living in the attic with Baloney. Yeah. Cooking you guys filets. I'll just be up there. One night Fred thought he heard a man clearing his throat while he and Dolly were in bed. I don't, wherever this goes, it's great. But Dolly managed to always explain away these instances because he drank so much. Oh, wait, you're drinking. It's a different. He thinks it's a different dude. No, he, no, it's him. No, he Fred heard auto. Oh, Fred heard auto clearing his

throat. I thought auto heard Fred and he was like, that's not okay with me. No, all day, but keep that throat clogged sleeping up here. Hello. I have a theory that Fred knew the whole time and was just like, how far is she going to fucking take this? I mean, I cannot believe the second house thing. This is fucking crazy. She is nuts. Well, Fred probably had a lady in the basement. He was like, huh? That's so funny. You're going to go up there because I'm actually going to go downstairs and also do chores. Yeah. Strenuous ones with moaning. Yeah. I'll see. Let's meet Fred then. Thanks. Now it's an M night Shyamalan movie. There's a woman in the basement. Auto had no money, obviously, mostly because he lived in an attic. Right. Dolly never gave him

anything bigger than a dime. Does agree. There was a pussy joke, Dave. The pussy joke. I'll explain it later. When, uh, when Fred found that the attic was locked one day, she just told him she wanted to keep her furs in a safe place. Well, that's kind of true. But even with this great setup, the marriage started to fall apart. Fred was same. What, what does it take? Fred kept hitting the bottle harder and harder and the arguments between the couple began to turn physical. And he was still hearing things in the new house, Jesse, as he had Milwaukee and the secars were still vanishing. And he was often confused by what was still happening to the leftovers. Sometimes Dolly would tell him that he ate leftovers when he came home drunk and he didn't remember it.

I've done that. Honestly, that is so smart for her to say that because he was probably like, well, I probably did. There's other stuff too. Because he the whole new reason she got away this is because he's drunk. No other way it happens. And the cigars and the cigars. On August 22, 1922, one of their fights took a rather scary turn. Otto, listening, feared that Fred was going to kill her. So he did what any guy living in an attic fucking a lady would do. He climbed out of his attic hole, grabbed Fred's two 25 caliber pistols, ran downstairs. There he confronted Fred, he was probably like, What the fuck? Why is that? Why is the repairman from the factory here? The sewing machine's fine, bro. We're in the middle of something.

And also at this point, what I had learned is that Otto was incredibly pale and jaundiced from being in attics for at this point, almost 10 years or so. And he also had really like he could only stand like this. No, really? So yes. It was like Nosferatu. Yes. So that's who's coming down the stairs with double guns at Fred. It's like a weird the ring. Yeah. They're just sewing machine, old man. Oh my God. She's my girlfriend. She's my girlfriend. Your wife has a magic pussy. Did you like your lasagna? It's starting to make sense why it was on the ID network now. So Fred yelled, What are you doing here, you dirty rat? Totally reasonable question. Probably thought it was an actual rat. He might have kind of looked like a rat. Yeah. The two briefly

scuffled then Otto fired a shot into the ceiling and then three shots, which went right into Fred, two in the chest, one in the head, killing him instantly. The two sex freaks then decided to make it look like a home robbery gone wrong. First they took off Fred's diamond watch, then they overturned furniture and finally finally Otto locked Dolly in an upstairs bedroom closet and tossed the key in the hallway. Okay, but wait, now does that mean Otto has to go somewhere? No, where do you think go somewhere? He went into the attic like a spider. Well, I thought that he would. It was crazy me. I thought he'd be like cops might open it. That was when he was crawling up and he's like, Oh my God, I have an extra leg. This is going so well. Now a neighbor had heard

the shots and called police. The police arrived and found Dolly passed out on the closet floor. After releasing her, she told them that they had come home and she went upstairs to hang up her coat. But before she could, she was pushed into the closet from behind and the door was locked. The chief of detectives who was named Klein didn't doubt her story, but a couple of things were strange. First, robbers just wouldn't use such tiny pistols. Quote, it was a woman's gun. Oh my God. Feminist icon. Also, I'm fucking profusely sweating right now. And it's embarrassing. You don't look like you're sweating at all. No, you look fine. Wait, now we know. So now now it's a podcast. Now people are looking for it. People at people at home can't hear. And these people don't

matter. Thanks for coming again, everybody. Support the doll. So right, so it's a woman's gun. And then they were a bit suspicious when Dolly said she and Fred never fought. And Fred's money wasn't taken. He had cash in his pocket and in his wallet. Usually robbers don't. They don't like cash. Yeah. Yeah. Just the diamonds. And if you could write a check. So Klein went to Wisconsin to investigate the couple, but aside from learning that they fought a lot, nothing came of it. And in the end, there was no way Dolly could have locked herself in the closet if she shot Fred. Nope. So that was it. They figured she couldn't have done it. Right. Crying salt. No more questions. Also, don't look in the attic. Great to meet you guys. Dolly then inherited her husband's

millions. Oh, he's going to get a big attic now. The liverwurst is going to be pouring. A little waterfall, some wild birds. Think about it. What happens in your attic? Wild birds. He can now have a whole little like pigeons flying around. Like what kind of wild exotic birds like a flamingo. Yeah. A bunch of them. So Dolly moved and bought a new smaller home with a smaller attic. Interesting call. How did she rationalize that? I don't know. She was gonna get a smaller boyfriend. At 101 North Beachwood Drive. I was really hoping someone would say I lived there. That's my home. Like that. He's still up there. And of course, Otto moved into the new attic, his third attic with this lady. I mean, they love each other. But there's no husband. What is the, what's the fuck is

happening? Once you have a routine. But how do you even, like he was probably like, this is awesome. Together finally. She was like, you'll live up there again. Well, I think at this point, because of the murder, they don't want anybody to know that he is around. Is there sex Roomba? They don't want anyone to know about that. Yeah. She can't immediately have a young, chinless boyfriend. Right. Cause everybody would freak out. Very suspicious. She was fucking a boy with a dented face. Murderers! So years later, he would say he was Dolly's sex slave imprisoned by his love for her. It's so cute. It's so cute. This fucking weirdo living in it, like a rat in it with it, like a rat with a dick. Oh, it's like Beauty and the Beast, you savage. Have a heart. Fred's murder remained unsolved

and police thought there was something off about Dolly, but they couldn't figure out how she could kill Fred and then lock herself in the closet. It's great police work. Everything adds up, except how she'd get in the closet. Then Dolly began dating the attorney who was settling Fred's estate. What is Otto's breaking point? What is a deal breaker? His name was Herman Shapiro. And she started getting a little sloppy. First, she gave Herman the diamond watch. You'll love this. I took this off a body. Obviously, the same diamond watch that meant taken from Fred's wrist by the robbers who killed him. Herman immediately recognized it and questioned her about. She gave the watch to the lawyer who was investigating the case. And

handling the estate so he knew what everything they had was. All of their things were on a list in his office. So give that guy the thing that you stole. I'm a fucking idiot with crazy tits. Happy evidence. So he starts questioning her and Dolly says she found it under a seat cushion in the house and didn't think there was any reason to tell the police. That's still a shitty gift, though. He would still have every right to be like, yeah, that's still fucked up. That's not, I found it in a cushion. I love you. Love you. But it's the worst excuse. Yeah, all these people killed my husband. And then they, the thing is, they hide their loot in our house. That's the weird thing about these robbers. I think these were scavenger hunting murderers. Very soon,

Dolly went to her other lover, Roy Klum, so she's fucking this other guy. He's a local businessman and they've been dating for a bit. She told them she had a gun that looked exactly like the murder gun. And she was worried the police would think she used it to murder Fred because it looked exactly like the murder weapon. And she owned it. She was right to worry. Yeah. She asked Klum to throw the guns in the La Brea tar pits. Yeah, which he did. He did it. Because she has a magic vagina. Imagine the pheromones on that woman. They must have been delicious smelling. It's fucking crazy. It's crazy. I mean, how many angles could she work? Dynamite stuff. Yeah. I've got my fallback in the attic and then I'm playing the field out here. Then she went to a neighbor and told

him the exact same story. Naturally, the neighbor took the other gun and quote, threw it on a rubbish heap in his backyard. And done. But there's no way she didn't fuck him, right? I mean, she had to fuck that guy, too. I mean, I would. Yeah, why not? Yeah, at this point, just fuck everybody. Why not? Only rubbish heap. Well, though, she kind of just like gave him a like a dry. Yeah, I'm not driving to the tar pits for that hand job. And they get you to the tee piece. But then the neighbor's wife found the gun and buried it under a rose bush. Because everyone back then was fucking crazy. They all had syphilis. Hopefully it will have a gun tree. Worst case scenario, we get a gun bush. Perfect family and we'll have a gun tree. Nothing to see here, folks. By July,

the next year, Detective Klein discovered Dolly had given Herman the diamond watch. He was convinced she was the murder because robbers usually don't hide their stuff in the place they were. They just killed someone. And Dolly's relationship with Clum was coming apart. They had an ugly breakup. And Clum went to the cops and told them he had thrown the murder weapon into the tar pits. We're like who wants to go get it? So they searched the tar pits and luckily he had thrown it in a shallow area and they found the gun. And they arrested Dolly. This is also called the Mensa murders. Just so you know. Working title. Now, after reading the headlines, the neighbor went and dug up the gun. His wife had told him she buried under the rose bush. And he brought that in to the police

station. Unfortunately, it's 11 months later, the gun from the tar pits was in such bad condition that they couldn't link it to the bullets fired and the other gun was completely rusted. So neither gun could be linked. Klein was sure Dolly would cave when being questioned, but she didn't. Then, while she was in jail, Herman came to visit. Herman said, when she came to meet him in the attorney's room, she took him over to a corner where no one could hear them talk. She said she had not slept the previous evening. Quote, there was a look of terror on her face. She said in a whisper, he is there. And Herman said, who? Where? And Dolly said, my fagabond half brother is in the house. And nobody must know it. Do not be afraid. Go to the house and go to my room. And to

the clothes closet and then drum on the wall with your fingernails. And then he'll appear. Don't be afraid of him. Even though he looks like a worm. Don't be afraid of my hunchback worm with just a giant heart on. Don't be scared. He wants a mama. He's gonna lead with his dick. He's gonna come down dick first. Don't be alarmed. Fuck him. Fuck him and don't be weirded out by that. And all he says is baloney. Also, he's an author, a published author. I know this sounds insane. She says he is innocent. He will not harm you. Except he killed my house. Except for the killing part. So Herman went to the house and into the closet. But he did not wrap with his fingernails and instead he nervously whistled. Herman, this is the first reasonable thing anyone has done. An out came auto

sliding out of a hole into a shelf built to hold hats covered in bodily fluid. This guy slides out of the attic and then sits up on a shelf and says, Hello, Herman, don't be afraid of me. He actually says that. Yeah, he said that. That's pretty good on the fly work, though. Did he know he was coming over? He must have sent. She might have said if anything ever goes wrong, I'll send Herman. He's like, I've been hearing you guys fuck for months. Yeah, you really know. You're so good at fucking Herman. Do you want to see my waiter? Outer lid, inner lid, outer lid. Auto was super pleased to see another person. So what's been going on in the news for the last 15 years? I've been in a fuck attic. Who's the president? What's KFC like? The first two questions out of any man

has been locked in a closet for 10 years. What's happening with the chicken? So he's rarely spoken to another human being besides Dolly in 10 years. Herman looked into Otto's bachelor pad addict. There he saw, quote, my old radio crystal set. She's giving him, she's been giving him Herman shit. Yeah. My old used condoms. It's like a scrapbook. A riding board attached to a roof rafter held by hinges to form a desk, a reading lamp, large buckets of water, an electric foot warmer. They get cold because they're dead. Can Goods a small mattress, a collection of books, a few articles of clothing, a razor, and some other items. Otto then just started telling. I hate when my facial hair gets out of control. It's like, just don't feel like me. I can't stand up anymore. That faded years ago. Look, my

feet are wet. Otto then just started telling Herman about his life as Dolly's maybe half brother. He insisted that Herman call him Otto. Then he explained how he had killed Fred. So they didn't work on the story. I mean, you haven't seen anybody in 10 years. You're like, everyone's coming out. I'm gonna say everything that's ever been in my head. He went into the sex, all the sex. Herman was not pleased. First, he thought Otto should get Dolly, first he thought Otto could get Dolly put away right for murder. And then he was horrible to put someone in a hole for the rest of their lives. Can you imagine what you would be like? No light, just a bed in her own thoughts. Couldn't do that to my princess. And then he was like, Oh, and he's also screwing her. So he threw Otto out of the attic, the house and

told him to get out of the state. Or else he would turn him in. Oh, he let him go. But then his skin caught on fire when he went outside. And now it's cute until you realize the second part of the story is a movie called powder. So he's just now got to leave the house. Yeah. Okay, I'll freak. I'll figure it out. What's everything? What is anything? Do you know what I mean? Just be helpful. Just standing at an unwrapped with a sign that says, I have a dick. Do you have a sewing machine? Like a fix it? I'm a Roomba.

So Otto freaks thinking he's going to get arrested for murder and he flees to Canada, where they take those kind of people. There he changed his name to Walter Klein. He would say later he did this because he hated detective Klein. You're right, it doesn't make any sense. Not at all. Otto had become backwards thinking upstairs in the attic. He, I mean, look, he had a plan. He sure did. Now he's improvising. Everything after the attic is improvising. Yeah. But even though he had been living like a fucking crazy weirdo in a closet, never speaking to anyone, but his master slave owner woman, he managed to meet and marry a lady named Matilda.

Wow. Again, can't even finish a short story over here. And he's fucking like killing it. He's doing it all. Yeah. How the fuck does he get? How does any woman? So what was your last relationship like? You've heard it a million times. Are you going to finish the salt? Love to just love the sodium. So there he lived in Canada becoming as normal the person as he could. Back in LA, the police still had one big problem when it came to the case against Dolly. How did she lock herself in the closet after killing Fred? Never mind that the murder weapons also couldn't be matched. They couldn't get past this closet question. So she she's still locked up and she she became ill so

ill that they thought she was dying so they released her on bail. And soon after the charges were dropped. There you go. You're gone. Yeah. Meanwhile, after all this, Herman thought the best thing he could do now would be to move in with Dolly. What? I mean, her vagina. How? How? It has to be just magic. Maybe, maybe in between the two huge ones, there was like a third slightly smaller one. And it was just like a spinning image over and over. I can't live in. I will do what you want.

Tits, I will live in your attic. Right, pulp. I mean, this would be a great story if Herman moved into the attic, but he didn't. But it would be the best story ever. So they lived. That's how they lived. Herman and Dolly in LA and Otto and Matilda in Canada years past. Three years. And then Otto, with his new wife, moved back to LA. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Couldn't stay away. I want to act. I realized, now's the time.

Quick before their talkies. I'll be perfect. On my headshot, you won't be able to frame my back out, just so you know. We've tried. So his excuse was that he couldn't find work in Canada. So we had to come to Los Angeles. Job market has just happened to be where his ex-lady lived. Andy had an audition for a Herald team, probably. No, we're not there. I was doing Heralds in an attic for years. It's so great to do with other people.

This black box is a mansion. He got a job as a janitor. Of course he did. Yeah. Just like when I lived in an attic for a woman. A whole closet. Is it? According to Herman, he saw Otto in Los Angeles and said, quote, he informed me that he had married and did not desire that his present wife should know of his previous life or relations with Dolly.

Why leave Canada? You have it. I mean, as far as his life goes. He's like a moth to the flame. Yeah, I mean, we've got to get near it. You've got to get nearer. Tit flame. He said he and his wife were there to get jobs and live in Southern California. And then he told Herman that the very thought of being near Dolly made life worth living for him.

I just want to be close. That's all. I mean, soon Dolly hired Otto. You thought Tinder was depressing. Yeah. This is just fucked. There's a lot of addicts in my area, actually. Dolly soon hired Otto to rebuild a cedar closet in her home. What the fuck?

A closet. Because she had stabbed the old one with a knife over her head. And he's over this list. When I'm done, can I just go in here? He also did some repairs to the addict to hide the fact that he lived there as much as possible. But a relationship was not happening. Dolly was said to have a stable of men around town she was having sex with.

Stable, horsey. Gotta go feed the boys. At around the same time, after seven years of a very difficult relationship, Herman broke it off with Dolly and moved out. They were said to be having disagreements over money. Like all Dolly's exes, Herman decided to come clean, went to the district attorney and told him about the guy who had been living in the attic of the murder and anything else he knew.

It was 1930, a second warrant was issued for Dolly's arrest. And one for Otto. Otto was arrested first. Well, yeah, they put out the APB and they were like, we found him, he's right there, right? He's buying a lot of oranges and he's right there. He's right there. He's the neon white guy over there.

Yeah, he's the glowing one. You actually can't not see him if you're around him. Don't look straight at him. He's reflective, very reflective. Sir, are you a worm? Baloney! Baloney! Otto was interrogated. He tried to put blame wherever he could.

At one point saying that Herman Shapiro had quote put him under a spell and then he couldn't remember what Herman told him to do. It's like pleading the fifth if you're psychotic. Yeah. He also said he was a victim of amnesia and couldn't remember anything before 1923. There we go. Me neither. This is actually, it feels to me like this is like a Wikipedia

written by a stone 17 year old because it's just, now we're all over the map. It's gone so far off the rails. Oh, it's completely off the fucking rails. I read just newspaper reports about this. It was just like fucking... It just keeps coming. It's crazy. Beam of light, arrest it.

They got him. We're either going to put him in jail or harness his energy. Otto also told the cops he was an author. I mean... I don't remember anything, but I actually am published and if you guys want to look up some of my stuff. Do you want to read my script? It's the ego part, right?

Otto explained to the press after what had happened. The papers couldn't get enough of the story. Otto had other concerns though. Quote, the only thing I'm worried about now is how I'm going to explain this to my wife. Oh, honey, sit down. Where to start? You know how I am pale?

You know how sometimes you live in an attic as a sewing machine repairman and have sex with a huge-titted lady for 15 years? Even when they move? So... I was in one of those. And I know that you have your stuff too. I remember this stuff about Bruce

and that sounded very weird. It was similar. Yeah, and it's the same thing. So that's my garbage and I'm sorry, I hit it. Let me show you an improv. In an improv scene based on my life. Yeah. Fred also said,

I'm thinking of going to San Quentin too but I'm glad it's over and feel much better about it. His wife was at home and her sister-in-law happened to be visiting at the time. So that was a super double-awkward conversation. You know how when you met me, that your sister had found a weirdo? Whoo!

That night the police went to the two homes in which Otto had lived in the attics and inspected them. There were still signs someone had lived there. The papers called it the Batman case. After finding out about Otto's cave-like life in the attic. Well, that's a little unfair to Batman. It wasn't just in the cave like, yeah, what's it like outside?

And more food, Alfred. This is pre-Batman. Wait, what? Batman did not exist. This is the first Batman. Otto was the first Batman. Batman stole from this Batman. This is the Batman. Well, I step off Otto. Hey, may I apologize?

You are the Bat. You're Superman lived in a urinal. And there was an evil penguin that was after Otto. Awesome. That's also true. Dolly's attorney said she was unnerved that the case had been reopened, but was not hiding anything and had nothing to fear. Until their trials were over,

reporters, news photographers, and people who just wanted photos of the weirdos would follow Dolly and Otto anywhere they went. That's not very nice. Newspapers described her as a naughty vamp and comely. Comely? Comely, right? It's comely. It's comely.

Just say comely. Say it slow, though. Dolly was then arrested, but she wouldn't say a word to investigators. Otto, on the other hand, was put in front of a grand jury, and there he blabbed and blabbed and blabbed. It's my big chance. I mean, he was like,

finally, eight people looking at me. Oh, my story's a weird one. What's KFC like? Stick to the subject. I'll stick to the subject. Dolly got out on $25,000 bail until the trial ended. Otto's trial was first.

Otto's trial, his defense, was that he had been enslaved by Dolly and feared Fred would kill her. He recanted everything he had said at the grand jury. Good. That usually works. Yeah, that's effective. His attorney, Earl Wakeman,

specialized in defending murders. Otto pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. The defense tried to make the case that Otto was controlled by a much older, more sophisticated and dominant woman. But Otto was now middle-aged and sitting in the courtroom was a plain-looking, slightly balding dude.

He also had a nervous twitch. And no chin. And no chin. And he was hunched over and... Yellow. I mean, the jury was like, I think I want to... No, not him.

Well, just this guy. No. I don't think so. No. I'm an attorney. I think that... I forgot what I was going to say. Otto testified and described an average day in the house.

I made the beds. And then I would wash the dishes if he wasn't home. And if he was home, he would wash them. And Ms. Astreck would dry them because I couldn't. And... I would get the vegetables clean,

and they were clean. Everybody praised her vegetables. How clean things were. And I scrubbed the floor and kept it clean and kept the floor neat. You know, she loved to have a beautiful floor and dusted it. You know.

Anyway, the question was, what is your name? I liked a picture because I was singing all of that. I was just like, the vegetables are clean. Everyone said they were clean. This is all more proof

that Fred knew the whole fucking time. Yeah. He was just like, I love having a clean house. I don't give a shit. I'm for this. This is great. Worth it. When asked about that brief time when he was switching addicts from Wisconsin to LA,

Otto said, when I was away from my addict, the time was so long, I didn't measure it in hours. I was frantic until I returned. So he couldn't handle being... He's like red from the Shawshank Redemption. Yeah.

Dear old addict, it's me, Otto, again. Otto also testified that when he tried to get his way, he had to resort to going on hunger strikes because he had no power in the relationship. Quote, it was sort of defense. I had no other weapon. I would go in my attic

and I would stay there and I would not come out except just when needed and I would fast. I just wouldn't eat anything. That is all. And I had peace. Maybe it was foolish of me, but I did not. That was the best way of doing it and she would begin to feel sorry for me, I think,

and talk to me softly and bring me food and set it there. Well, now, like in that house, at that little door, you know, and then she would become not disagreeable and I behaved myself. He actually got that from a Cosmopolitan article.

Want to get your way in the relationship? Starve. And lose a couple pounds at the same time. Get ready for a bikini season. What's going on with your fuckboy in the closet? 20 ways to state you're pissed in your attic prison.

Like, most of that sounds like his regular life in that situation. He was like, I'll just be in the attic not making a noise and not eating. Sounds like she's having sex with her husband again. I'm getting to her. I know I'm getting to her.

She fucks him, but I know that she knows I'm upset. She knows I'm upset. The lawyer asked by behaving yourself you mean you did what she wanted you to do? Yes, sir. And did that have anything to do with sex?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I'm a snake. The jury was taken to both houses and allowed to look inside his former attics. Otto showed them how he got in and out of his little attic bachelor pack.

This takes me back. Oh, man. Look! I was on the hat shelf and I met a fella. Did I tell you guys that? The old claw marks. That takes me back.

It's hard to not get nostalgic up here, huh? Herman was called as a prosecution witness, but did not show a warrant was issued for his arrest. In final arguments, Deputy District Attorney Costello said Otto was a homewrecker and a person of low moral conduct.

He was also a subnormal criminal and a cunning miscreant. I would pay money to watch that closing. Yes. As Otto was sitting there, like, what is a trial? It sounds like he's just been very vicious. I'm getting bad vibes from him.

So I don't like him, huh? Oh, man, law is crazy. So is the sun and food. It was said people could hear loud arguing inside the jury deliberation room. The jury was instructed they could bring a verdict of first degree murder, second degree murder,

manslaughter, or not guilty. On July 1st, Otto was found guilty of manslaughter. Unfortunately, the statute of limitations was seven years and eight years had passed. Yeah. Yeah.

It's so amazing. No, no, we hate that. So someone went to the beach. And evaporated. Was immediately picked up by a seagull and eaten. Sweet freedom. And then he's in the nest like, I could get used to this.

I won't touch the eggs. I know a little bit. Dolly went on trial. The crowds showing up were so large the sheriff's department had to be called to keep them out of the courtroom. During the trial, the LA Times noted there was... And when you say them, you mean her breasts.

Right. They used them as barricades. Anyway. During the trial, the LA Times noted there was a brief delay of a few days because attorney Davis got an eye infection. Also, she was fucking him. And Dolly also had a cut nipple.

So... Dolly was defended by a famous attorney at the time, Jerry Geisler. While on the witness stand, she relentlessly wept and said she loved her husband, but she didn't have a great answer to if she did love her husband,

why she did keep a fuck buddy in the attic. The trial ended in a hung jury. Also, she was fucking them. Yeah. It was hung. The last round of ballots, nine voted for second-degree murder,

one for manslaughter, and two for not guilty. All of the women on the jury voted for second-degree murder. A couple of dudes were like, they say no big thing. Can you see the tits on that one? Yeah. It's like nine cats in a bag.

The only thing she's guilty of are terrific brits. Oh, we're all in the room. I didn't realize the break was over. Here's why I think she didn't do it, and I'll tell you why. I have two reasons. I'll tell you why right now. Two big reasons.

Two big reasons, and I think they're going to help. If this jury's hung, my God, we'll come to a resolution somehow. Even if it's all over the news, I just want to finish this and move on. Because I love law. And I do.

Whatever we're in between, a couple of tough moments, but I think that if we plow through, we will just agree all over the place. Oh, my God. So, Dolly was now also free.

Dolly and Otto did not get back together, and soon after the trial, she found a new lover. A newborn gerbil. Ray Burt Hedrick. They lived together in Los Angeles for 30 years before they finally married in 1961,

when Dolly was 75. She died two weeks later of cancer. Whoa, what? That's insane. All right, I'm dying. Let's do it. Wow, what was that? She needed health insurance. Yeah, so he inherited

a million dollars. What a great two weeks it was, though. She was very sick the whole time. The writing was on the wall. Now, when they met, Ray happened to be married. His ex-wife sued Dolly for, quote,

heart balm. Spell it. That's what it said. Heart balm. The ex-wife did not win the lawsuit. Well, because everyone was like, what is heart balm? That's what I meant. I want it.

We don't know what it is. Well, you know, see what you think. Are you talking about Vicks Vapo Rogue? Because you can't sue someone for that. Sort of, but not really. Apply directly to the forehead. Head on. Then

straight to remember head on. Always good. Then Herman sued Dolly for 26,400 dollars. Apparently when they were together, the Austria factory in Wisconsin burned down and

Herman worked as an attorney to settle things with the understanding he would be paid when the insurance payment came in, but it turned out that later there was no insurance policy. Should have kept the watch, man. Should have kept the watch.

Herman believed Dolly knew this. She also won that case. She was dishonest? Not our Dolly. No. Not the Dolly we've grown in love. After the treatment by the press, Otto was now seen as an immoral

sexual deviant with a creepy love of living in attics. The district attorney labeled him a perjurer of his own soul. Fuck. Holy fuck.

Sorry, mom. I mean, a fellow just wants the baloney in an attic for most of his life and now he's a freak. He was free from jail, but in the public guy, he was judged and labeled as a freak. Otto,

aka the Batman of Los Angeles, took off. He was never seen again. Last time we saw him, he was 44 years old. We had no idea what happened to Otto, but I guarantee you, he died in an attic. Or he met an English butler. Or he opened a KFC franchise.

You know what? It's not that good, but... Nobody told me for so long. I didn't know what to do. Open one up. I like the bones, personally. The bones.

The bones in the buckets. Leave the meat for the others. I like the cardboard and the marrow parts. Thank you. The home in which Fred Aestrike died still stood in 1986. No longer a single family

resident, it is now an apartment building with nine small units. One of them is the attic. That's crazy. What's the rent on the attic? I'd love to know. How much did the attic go for? Oh, I'm sure it's like two grand now.

Yeah. Two grand? It smells like baloney! You never told me why! Well, you could sleep in some history, sir. What? Well, thank you, guys. That was a dolly. That was my favorite dollop.

That was amazing. The ladies are my favorite murder. Please listen to my favorite murder. Thanks, you guys. You guys were awesome. We signed cars. There's merch. There's merch back there. We're selling posters

and shirts. If you have correct change, please go to the front line. Or if you have singles and fives and stuff, you get to jump the line. You can jump the line. Not that I'm an idiot or anything, but... Nobody said that, baby.

Thank you so much for coming out, everybody. I appreciate it, honestly. Thank you.