Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 184 - John Dillinger: Public Enemy Number One

Episode Date: March 23, 2020

John Dillinger. J Edgar Hoover named him America's public enemy #1 for a reason. Dude LOVED to rob a bank. John lived and robbed during arguably the best time to be a gangster in America's history. Pretty Boy Floyd, Baby Face Nelson, Bonnie and Clyde, Machine Gun Kelly - America was full of people not afraid to walk into a bank with a gun and demand some money. And if the cops showed up, they weren't laying down their guns. It seemed like everyone was robbing banks in the early 1930s. Why? Partially, because of the Great Depression. Partially because of different laws and a different level of law enforcement. It was easier to rob banks back then, easier to take on the cops, and easier to get out of prison if you got caught. Sticks ups, prison breakouts, and more explored in this action-packed edition of Timesuck. Take your mind off your troubles for a few hours and enjoy this free content! Andrew Welmers Mental Health COTC FB Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/512302776280743/?ref=share Beefsteak GoFundMe campaign: https://www.gofundme.com/f/beefsteak039s-leg-fund?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link-tip&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet Watch my Amazon special Don't Wake the Bear: CLICK HERE We've donated $4800 this month to The Martin Richard Foundation. Link to donate: https://teammr8.org/ Donate via Timesucker Matt Cox: https://charity.gofundme.com/o/en/campaign/mr8bos20/matthewcox12020 Toxic Thoughts Tour Is Currently On HOLD due to the COVID-19 Pandemic. Listen to the best of my standup on Spotify! (for free!) https://spoti.fi/2Dyy41d Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/sGyMBWDWGk0Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna become a Space Lizard? We're over 7500 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits.

I will be the meanest bastard you ever saw when I get out of here. That is what John Herbert Dillinger supposedly said shortly after being sent to prison for a failed attempt at robbing a local grocer after assaulting the man when he was sentenced to 10 to 20 years in prison at the age of 21. He'd served nine and a half years, get out and immediately set upon a violent and short and insane 14 month long crime spree full of prison breakouts, shootouts with law enforcement, and multiple instances of stealing the police's own weapons to use against them. Dillinger was an American bank robber during the Great Depression in the United States who

let a gang that robbed roughly 2,000 banks and numerous other businesses. During his brief crime spree, Dillinger would escape from jail twice. He would also help bust numerous other bank robbers and murders out of prison in Indiana. He was shot multiple times, had face altering plastic surgery and became one of the most famous men in all of America. He would become public enemy number one and also become one of the most notorious

depression era outlaws of all time. He even stood out against more violent criminals of his day, men like babyface Nelson, pretty boy Floyd and Bonnie and Clyde. The newspapers of his day, men like babyface Nelson, pretty boy Floyd, and Bonnie and Clyde. The newspapers of his time exaggerated accounts of Dillinger's bravado and daring, the media love John. And so did huge swaths of regular Americans.

The government was not so stoked about him. He and his gang reshaped the nation's law enforcement tactics and level of authority. The government demanded federal action to stop the wave of lawlessness that he was a part of. Jay Edgar Hoover, longtime head of the FBI, beefed up the federal Bureau of Investigations powers substantially in response to the wave of organized crime in the early thirties that Dillinger and his gang represented. So strap in. Let's get ready for a very revel without a cause.

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So now let's get to Gangster and let's take our minds off of this bullshit and get in here. Before we dig into our timeline, go and over Dillinger's life. First let's talk about the Great Depression, the backdrop where his crimes occurred. All his famous robberies were committed during a unique time in America's history. When there was a little more incentive to commit bank robberies than there was at other times due to lack of jobs and overall financial calamity, and be a greater chance that your robberies would be well received by the general public due to so many people's economic struggles, and see, you were, you were, you were, you

were going to be able to become better armed than the police officers who were chasing you. You get better cars, better guns, a unique period for crime. One of these days, I'm sure we'll suck the Great Depression itself, such a crazy time. And unfortunately, much more relevant now than it was a few weeks ago. A troublesome viral pathogen and fear around its spread wasn't the cause of the Great Depression. Its origins were much more complicated. The fundamental cause of the U.S. Great Depression was a decline in spending, which led to a decline in production, which led to further

declining jobs, which led to further spending, which led to even less jobs. Well, you get it. The economic disaster began in August of 1929 and technically ended in March of 1933, but not really. Really, the economy didn't become truly healthy and prosperous again until the end of World War II, well over a decade later. At the peak of the depression, a full quarter of the nation were without jobs, thousands were hobos eating cold chili out of cans and riding the rails. They will beat behind the grind, rubbing their bloodshot blankets, pie of the shadows and peeples, hold out for a little hooch. A little bit of gagled juice, some a lot of sweet love and sweet mama dish. Look, a real hot tomato to get in two times

of not enough cabbage, short on lettuce, not enough old and green to go around you. You didn't just do a pigeon. So they talked back in. At the end of the row in 20s, shit was looking great in the US. Sure alcohol prohibition, which began in the 1920s sucked. But those who really wanted to drink still knew where to find it.

In the 20s, the US boasted the largest economy in the world with the destruction rot by World War I. European struggled while the Americans flourished. For most of the 20s in the world with the destruction or rot by World War I, European struggled while Americans flourished. For most of the 20s, the unemployment rate hovered around 4%, times it was lower than 3%, which is real good. America's biggest businesses earn record profits

during the 20s, they reinvested much of those funds into expansion. The economy grew 42% during the 1920s. A lot of sudden, it's a lot of sudden, a lot of Ryan O'Bacon bred to go around. Even the crumbs were making that long green. The economy just kept expanding and expanding and expanding and expanding until by 1929, it had expanded to the bubble point. There suddenly wasn't enough qualified workers around to keep fueling further expansion. There weren't enough people to keep buying everything that was being made.

A slowdown was inevitable. And making everything exponentially worse was a very uneven wealth distribution, corporate profit skyrocketed, but wages for the common worker only increased incrementally. Why didn't the distribution of wealth? That shit all sound a little terrifyingly familiar CEOs, building wealth that would last for generations, bottom workers barely paying their bills. The richest 1% of Americans owned a third of all of America's assets. So much wealth concentrated in the hands of so few is never good for economic growth.

I don't know a lot about the economy, but I do know that. The wealthy tend to save money that would otherwise get funneled back into the economy if it were spread amongst the middle and the lower classes, come 1929 working class. Blue collar Americans couldn't keep spending to prop everything up. Many had already stretched their debt capacities by purchasing automobiles, household appliances on installment plans. Things were looking so good. They went Herbert Hoover took over as U.S. President in 1929. He predicted the U.S. would soon see the day when poverty was completely eliminated. And that was because he didn't understand the economy very well either.

It was, he was just a bit outside with that prediction. In 1925, the total value of the New York Stock Exchange was worth 27 billion. By September of 29, the figure skyrocketed to 87 billion. The average stockholder more than tripled the value of the stock portfolio. he or she was lucky enough to possess millionaires were made virtually overnight and that never continues just year after year after year. Stock fever swept the nation. People making that money, the stock market was the gambler's paradise. It was like one big craps table where the shooter just kept hitting their point over and over and the table just kept on winning on one long ass roll. It was the best of times.

Fuel in the growth more than anything was the risky practice of buying stock on margin. People live in beyond their means. That's always a fucking recipe for inevitable disaster. A margin purchase allows an investor to borrow money, typically as much as 75% of the purchase price to buy a greater amount of stock than they have the funds for. Stock brokers, even banks, or funding reckless speculators. Banks loaned out money for people who have no fucking idea what they're doing to invest in the stock market.

What could go wrong? And then on Wednesday, October 23rd, 1929, the market, which had been making everyone all this magic money dipped just under 5%. Why? Why don't you save that for a later suck. I don't want to detour any further into complex economics here. All the matters here is that it dipped and that dip scared the shit out of everyone. Everyone was like, hey, what the fuck?

I thought we only won on the stock market. I bet all the money I had and frankly, a lot of money I didn't have on the stock market because everyone always wins, right guys? Come on, right guys? Guys, come on, please. The Washington Post headline, after this drop, exclaimed, huge selling wave creates near panic as stocks collapse. Not good, really not good.

The next day, when the market opened investors who'd been laying in bed thinking about, you know, that headline the night before freaked the fuck out. Just about everyone wanted to sell, sell, sell, sell. Sell their stocks immediately, because they were afraid the market would spiral further downward and they'd lose even more than the 4.6% they'd lost the day before. And when everyone sells their stocks,

the market continues to plummet. Investors are losing confidence and stock prices reflect that loss of confidence. Panic sets in more panic. The sales drive down the value of the stocks, which creates more panic, which drives down sales further, which creates more panic, which drives things down further. It's a continually declining stock price cycle. The three leading banks at the time were Morgan Bank, Chase National Bank, National City

Bank in New York. They buy a whole shitload of stocks to attempt to restore confidence in the market and it doesn't work as well as they'd hoped by the end of the day the market dropped 2% Right crisis averted but not enough it kind of holds steady for about three days and then the market you know after the weekend Black Monday comes and it loses 13% of its value just under 13% really not good. Black Tuesday follows, it loses another almost 12%. Super, super not good to lose roughly 25% of the total value in two days. And the market continues to slide and slide and slide. And by July of 1932, the Dow has lost almost 90% of its pre-cash value, almost maximum not good, almost complete economic collapse.

For every dollar you invested in the market in the fall of 1929, you'd have 10 cents in the spring of 32. And the stock market crash touches off a chain of events that plunged the US into its longest, deepest economic crisis in history, events like unsecured banks going bankrupt and taking their customers' money with them. The FDIC, which guarantees that you won't lose your money if your bank goes bankrupt,

was created as a result of this crisis. Didn't exist prior to 1933. It's kind of nice where as scary things are right now, theoretically, very, very, very unlikely that they will get anywhere remotely this scary because of measures set in place, because of this collapse. Banks lost their ass in the market crash, back in the Great Depression. People didn't just lose their jobs, they lost their savings in the market crash back in the Great Depression. People didn't just lose their jobs. They lost their savings when the banks failed. Almost 750 banks failed in the first 10 months of the 1930s alone.

Roughly 4,000 banks failed in the decade, taking around 140 billion dollars worth of their investors' money with them. And that is why people would find money hidden in the matrices of their depression, Arab parents, or grandparents after they died. That's why those people didn't trust the banks. Can you imagine that? How scary would that be if you've been saving money for years? You know, then you go to the bank to withdraw it and there's just a close sign and out of business sign. The modern equivalent would be their website and app just doesn't show up anymore. My God, you go to open up Wells Fargo Bank, Fumeric, whatever, and it just doesn't show up anymore. My God. You go to open up Wells Fargo Bank of America,

whatever, and it just doesn't work. You go to the website and it just has this site can't be reached error message. You called 800 number. You get a message saying the number is no longer in service. That is basically what happened, right? Two thousands upon thousands of millions of Americans. And that is one of the reasons why many in the public loved it when Dillinger and gangsters like Dillinger got away with bank robberies. The banks and their, you know, minds had fucked them and taken all their money when they went bankrupt, so fucked the banks. Someone who did not like Dillinger, someone who evolved American law enforcement to help

catch Dillinger was Jay Edgar Hoover, another suck worthy character. Hoover would modify the investigative techniques and increase the strength and power of the B.O.I., the Bureau of Investigation, predecessor to the FBI, in order to catch Dillinger, his fellow gang members and other members of organized crime. Crime. So let's talk about Hoover a bit. And no one mentioned this before, but I think it's worth to mention again, Jay Edgar Hoover came from a lot of money, which would influence public perception against him as he chased Dillinger who didn't come from any money.

It was the rich kid federal government tyrant who had been given all the opportunities versus the working man who had never been given any. Jay Edgar's father, Rutherford G. Hoover, founded the now iconic Hoover vacuum company in Canton, Ohio in 1888 after buying the patent for the first modern upright vacuum from an Ohio janitor named Jackson Guggenheim. He was a marketing guru and very quickly everyone wanted a Hoover and he made millions and he had two sons. Future head of the FBI, Jay Edgar Hoover and future US president Herbert Hoover and they

both grew up with a ton of vacuum money. Punny a sucks scratch, a cleaner checkers, Chris, clean, cordless, fast bought lingots. And the advertising slogan, nothing sucks like a Hoover, they will be used out to 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s. Some people think it actually comes from people hating President Herbert Hoover, not from people liking Hoover vacuums, because they blamed him for not handling the depression well. And then years later, the company tried to poke some fun of themselves and use that slogan

to make a little money. Others think it comes from rumors that Jay Edgar Hoover was gay and that the slogan or originate as a homosexual slur against him. Still others think that nothing sucks like a Hoover comes from rumors that Jay Edgar and his brother Herbert teamed up together to kill original blonde bombshell film star Jean Harlow. And the chops up her remains, use several vacuums to suck her up, dump the bloody vacuum bags and lay superior.

That's what the legend is. Her remains were never found so fucking disgusting, such a brutal way to hide a body. And at least one person thinks that the phrase nothing sucks like a Hoover comes from a rumor that a young Jay Edgar Hoover and young Herbert Hoover, his brother, both lost their penises and a tragic boys will be boys, sexual experiment, where they each put their penises in a different vacuum attachment at the same time in a masturbation race of sorts. And their father's machine was so powerful, it immediately ripped off both of their dicks. Nothing sucks like a Hoover. Oh, thank God. Now, one person is me. According to my wife, I mentally unstable and there's a very good chance I just made up not only that last part, but everything

else I just said about J Edgar and Herbert Hoover. And they have zero connection to the Hoover vacuum family. Forget everything I just said about the hoover. Let me start over. Let me actually introduce you to J Edgar Hoover after our depression talk for real. As my daughter Monroe, Momult would say, uh, Jay Edgar Hoover joined the Justice Department in 1917 at the age of just 22. And he was named director of the department's Bureau of Investigation just seven years later, 1924. He would remain in charge of the nation's largest crime fighting investigative body for almost 50 years.

In a way, Hoover is the closest thing America has ever had to a dictator. He'd become powerful enough to intimidate sitting presidents before his long, long reign would be over. When the Bureau reorganized as the Federal Bureau of Investigation in 1935, Hoover instituted strenuous agent recruited advanced intelligence gathering techniques. The National Criminal Fingerprint Database was organized under his leadership. During his tenure, he confronted gangsters, Nazis, communists. Later in his career, Hoover ordered illegal surveillance against suspected enemies of the state and political opponents.

Despite often receiving harsh criticism from the public, he remained director of the FBI and tell his death on May 2nd, 1972. Some speculate he remained in power for so long because he collected so much dirt on those who wanted to remove him from office. John Edgar Hoover was born January 1st, 1895 to Dickerson, Naylor Hoover in Annie Marie, Shitland Hoover, two civil servants who worked for the U.S. government. He grew up literally in the shadow of Washington, D.C. in a neighborhood just three blocks from Capitol Hill. Hoover was closest to his mom, who served as the family's disciplinarian and moral guide. He lived with her until

she died in 1938 when he was 43 years old. Highly competitive, Hoover worked to overcome a stuttering problem by learning to talk fast as a child. He joined the debate team in high school where he achieved notoriety as a quick-witted and aggressive debater. Wanting to enter politics, he worked for the Library of Congress after high school and attended night classes at George Washington University Law School. He earned his LLB Bachelor of Laws and LLM Master of Laws degrees in 1917. And that's a badass title. Master of Laws! If I had that degree, man, I'd want to be introduced like that, you know,

it's by, by everyone, everywhere. Have you ever met my friend, Dan? Ahem. Ahem. Sorry. Have you met my friend, Dan? Master of laws. Yes.

That same year during which the United States entered World War One, World War One, excuse me, Hoover, Master of laws obtained a draft exam position with the Justice Department. His efficiency and conservatism soon drew the attention of Attorney General A. Mitchell Palmer, who pointed him to lead the General Intelligence Division, G.I.D. created to gather information on radical groups. During the war, 1919, the G.I.D. conducted raids without search warrants arrested hundreds of individuals from suspected radical groups. Though known to history as the Palmer raids, Hoover was the real man behind these scenes. Hundreds of suspected subversives were deported.

Ultimately Palmer suffered politically from the backlash and was forced to resign while the master of laws reputation remains stellar. Hoover yet another guy who takes us right back to that argument about the federal government we've had since the Ruby Ridge suck. Really first brought up in the Wake Hill branch, Davidian cult suck, talking about the FBI raid in that compound. Is it ever okay for the federal government to circumvent the law, you know, to break the law for the greater good?

Should they get to decide what the greater good is? Was it okay for Hoover to conduct illegal raids to get people out of the country to help the war effort? Does that make him a patriot or a tyrant or both? The founding fathers broke laws to create the U.S. Did Hoover break laws to protect the nation they created? It's such a tough argument. I get the side of nope. Never okay. Never break the laws. That doesn't make the government, especially a law enforcement branch of the government any better than the criminals they arrest. I get that.

Also get the argument of sometimes special circumstances should allow for exemptions in the interest of saving American lives, and during times of war in the interest of helping America win that war. In that case, their commit argument made of infringing on the freedoms of a few to preserve the freedom of many. Life was only black and white! Funny things were simple, but they aren't. Managing a nation of millions and millions of people who all have different beliefs and priorities, I imagine it's an incredibly complex task, getting more complicated by the day right now. Anyways, Hoover would often bend and break the law in his pursuit of

criminals like John Dillinger, which would help fuel public support of Dillinger and gangsters like him and make a lot of the public hate Hoover. 1924, the 29 year old Hoover was appointed the director of the Bureau of Investigation by President Calvin Coolidge. He had long sought the position and accepted the appointment on the condition that the Bureau would be completely divorced from politics. And that the director report only to the attorney general. He didn't want to be caught up in fucking political party nonsense.

As director Hoover put into effect a number of institutional changes, he fired agents he considered political appointees or unqualified. Love it. Ordered background checks, interviews, physical tests for new agent applicants, he wanted his G-Men. A term that technically means government men, but came to really only apply to FBI agents to be the best of the best. Depression era gangster, George machine gun Kelly may have coined this phrase.

When he shouted, don't shoot, G-man, don't shoot. When FBI agents arrested him when he was unarmed in 1933, Hoover obtained increased funding from Congress shortly after his appointment, instituted a technical laboratory that conducted scientific methods for gathering and analyzing evidence. During the 1930s, as we'll soon learn, all kinds of violent gangsters were wreaking fucking havoc across the Midwest. And they were successful largely because local police were outgunned and outmatched. They didn't have the gangs to peer your firepower, they didn't have their fast getaway cars, and some locations, they didn't have their numbers. Indicated criminal organizations were able to run the show in a number of large cities. And Hoover was determined to stop him.

He pressed for and received authority to have bureau agents go after these groups under federal interstate laws such as notorious gangsters as John Dillinger, George Machine Gun Kelly. They were hunted down. And Hoover would go on to do a lot more after the life of Dillinger. It's not really relevant to today's tale, so we'll skip it here today. They were hunted down and Hoover would go on to do a lot more after the life of Dylan Jardis. Not really relevant to today's tale, so we'll skip it here today. He shaped the FBI in his own image of discipline and patriotism.

And again, this master of laws was tasked to chase today's subject and his gang down. Now before we dig into Dylan Jardis life, let's look at some of his exciting peers and some of his predecessors. Get ready for tales of gangsters, grifters and malls, grab and Chicago tie products and drill in syndicates and fill in G-man gums, shoes and coppers with daylight. The roaring economic boom of the 20s and yes economic history buffs I am aware there were a couple minor recessions that happened during the 20s. A surge of bank robberies across the US began which continued through the Great Depression

of the 1930s. The Bureau of Investigation formed in 1908, morphed into the division of the investigation, excuse me, 1933, morphed into the FBI in 1935. The same year it became an independent service within the Department of Justice. Technically the FBI never pursued Dillinger and then it didn't exist by that name at that time, but it was the same guys. It's working under a different title. The same agency with various names became involved in the investigation to bank robberies

and the apprehension of robbers in the early thirties. The severity of the roving criminal gangs in the depression years led to bank robbery becoming a federal crime in 1934. Prior to that, their hands were tied. If somebody don't robbing a bunch of banks up to the state law enforcement officers not to not the feds You know before 1934 none of these banks were remembers of the federal reserve system Prior to that action a bank robber no higher You know could escape to a bordering state like Kentucky or Indiana and avoid pursuit or arrest

We went over a lot of that a long time ago in the Bonnie and Clyde suck that a couple years back That's how they got away with so many their crimes you. You could rob a bank and say Kansas City, Missouri, and you bounce across the bridge, you can't just say, you can't just lay low for a while. The good old days of brazen crime. Best time in American history to be an armed bank robber, 20s and early 30s.

You could have a faster car than the coppers, bigger guns, more manpower, way easier to hide out. And thanks to prohibition, there was more money in crime than ever. Man did fucking prohibition ever backfire. Many people who had no interest in other illegal vices, like prostitution or gambling, still wanted to drink. There was a huge US market for alcohol, and with all that money came the incentive to

organize and grab a bigger slice of that big money pie. Gangsters became businessmen, or at least hired businessmen to help run their expanding business operations in the 20s business was expanded in the US, both the legal and the legal kind. Organized crime grew like never before as they created bootleg distribution systems and supply lines. And these legal enterprises needed to defend their organizations. Gangsters supplying speakeasies and underground gambling halls with hooch and jagduts for all the benton, can, bladdles, was out of the world and blow it as an

hour. They need a muscle. More and more men will be coming, gangsters all the time. The stock market crashed in 1929 and ensuing depression and lack of jobs only encourage even more men and women to turn to lives of crime. In the laws of the time, severely hindered law enforcement's efforts to catch them. Coppers who weren't on the take, many were. Coopers who hadn't been bought off by gangsters making all that fucking money during the

golden era of crime couldn't even pursue criminals again across state lines. As in the earlier days in the West, when criminals such as Jesse James gained sympathy and even admiration of citizens who agreed with their activities, some of the famous robbers and murders of these days, the days of roving gangs, you know, became folk heroes amongst the downtrodden victims of the depression. In addition to Dillinger, Bonnie and Clyde, Pretty Boy Floyd, many others were celebrated. Dillinger in particular became popular with the public by committing daring bank robberies where he seemed to make great efforts not to harm bank employees or customers. That wasn't necessarily true, but that was the image that was portrayed.

He tried more than many of his contemporaries, but he wasn't a good guy, as we'll see here soon. Before we really get to know Dylan Jure, let's meet some of these peers, predecessors for context. Let's start with some guys that I really want to suck, which I know sounds weird for new listeners. So, Bush Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, man, the whole in the wall pass in Wyoming

was an easily defended difficult to approach hideout for several criminal gangs that took sanctuary there from the 1860s to the early 20th century. Often several different gangs occupied simultaneously, the most notorious, excuse me, the most notorious gang that used the pass was the wild bunch led by Robert Leroy Parker, AKA Butch Cassidy and his partner Harry Long Abbaugh, AKA the Sundance kid. And after these guys, you know, we'll go to like depression era times, but I just think this is a fun little predecessor.

You guys, some guys to mention, the wild bunch, great gang name, favorite robbing trains, hoping to avoid shootouts in the aftermath of their robberies. But they weren't above a bank holdup. On September 19, 1900, they committed one of their many holdups after members of the Wild Bunch enter the town of Winamuckana, Nevada. Oh man, Winamucka. Home with Winners Hotel and Casino, possibly the most depressing place I've ever performed stand up at.

Holy shit. They still do comedy one night a week from what I understand. I played there two or three times short after starting out It was fucking terrible each and every time I've never heard a single comic that I know talk about. Oh, yeah I had a great time there like and they've been doing it for for I don't know 30 years This place hasn't been remodeled much since the 50s or 60s I think the same people are gambling there the started gambling there in the 50s or 60s Winamaka is it's a Wild West town that saw its best days

in my opinion by far during the Wild West, but it's still there. If you live there and you love it, I can, I don't get it, but God bless you. If someone gave me the choice between living in Winemuck and Nevada for the rest of my life or spending 10 years in federal prison, I would fucking pick prison immediately.

I would do my time and be happy that once I got out, I would fucking go to Winemucka. Pfft. Anyways, back in 19, sorry, if I pissed out the two listeners, we have Winamucca. Anyways, back in 1900, three men entered the 1000 person dusty town. Actually right now, with all the coronavirus, Winamucca might be a great place to live, because no one's been coming there for years. So it's kind of already been quarantined. It's been quarantined since 1985 in many ways.

Anyways, back in 1900, three men entered the the 1000 person, a dusty town made their way to the first national bank and demanded that the cashier George Nixon open the safe, give up the gold coins within. After the cashier reluctantly complied, the men made their escape with $32,642 worth of gold coins. An amount that equates to just over a million in 2020 money. That's a true kind of wild west movie type hold up. Bandits running off with a literal bag of gold, worth roughly a million dollars. And that money was never recovered.

Butch Cassie may not have been physically involved in that one. Historians think though, he was at least heavily involved in the planning of it. The outlaws were pursued by hastily foreign posse later tracked by former succ subject to Pinkerton's, but they were never captured for that crime or any other, at least not one North America and maybe not one at all. Butch and Sundance made their way to South America and continued robbing down there for years,

and they were shot and killed supposedly on November 6th near San Vicente and Southern Bolivia in a shootout with local police and some soldiers after robbing a courier carrying payroll for a silver mine or worthy. A lot of people think they ended up sneaking back into the U.S. after getting away with a number of South American holdups. Numerous family members have both been claimed to have visited with them years after their supposed deaths. For sure need a butch casting Sundance kid suck someday. And I need to finally watch that movie with Robert Redford and Paul Newman. During Dylan Jones' run to other famous outlaws also became beloved by the public.

Bonnie and Clyde, we sucked them again way back in episode 39. Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were known nationwide for their notorious bank robberies. Another crime they made headlines across America from 1932 to 1934 with their brazen exploits. On January 16th, 1935, prisoners, including Raymond Hamilton, who were serving life sentences totally more than 200 years, were liberated from the Eastam State Prison Farm at Waldo, Texas by Bonnie and Clyde. Two guards were shot by the escaping prisoners with automatic pistols that Clyde had two other outlaws, Floyd Hamilton and Jimmy Moans, Hyden and Ditch. Those two guys who slipped through a barbed wire perimeter fence around the prison, hit an old

winter tube under a drainage culvert. Inside that tube were two Colt 45 automatics and several clips of ammo. The next day Floyd Hamilton visited his little brother in prison, his brother Raymond, told him about the guns, other escaped details. A few days later, another inmate, Aubrey Skelly was able to retrieve the guns, sneak him into Joe Palmer's cell, who hid them in a mattress. And the next day a heavy fog blanketed the prison grounds, Clyde Barrow two others hidden the woods near the edge of the country road just outside the prison, Clyde carried a browning, automatic rifle, capable of firing a 20 round clip of armor piercing shells in less than three seconds.

Clyde knew this prison. He'd already served time there and he fucking hated it. He hated the guards. He said he'd seen prisoners beaten by guards, stuffed in tin sweat boxes under the blazing sun. He said he'd seen prisoners, prisoners murdered by guards. Sometimes for the $25 reward for the capture of escape prisoners, other times for revenge. When he was released, he swore he'd come back and bust out some other prisoners and hopefully

kill a few guards himself. At some point that morning, Joe Palmer shot a prison guard out in the yard and the break was on. And for here in Joe, fire his shots, Clyde comes out of the tree line, opens fire on the guards with that automatic rifle, Bonnie sitting in the getaway car hits the horn and the chaos that follows two guards leave their posts fleeing for their lives and a bunch of dudes get out. Raymond and other prisoners ran Clyde covered the retreat with continued burst of machine

gun fire. He and Bonnie had done what they come to do. They busted prisoners out of the jail that Clyde so hated. During their violent career together, they are believed to have killed nine police officers and four civilians. The pair probably robbed less than a dozen banks. They did rob from a lot of other places,

mostly castations and little kind of grocery stores. And then the two were killed in an ambush in Louisiana. May 23rd, 1934, their car was turned into virtual Swiss cheese and a hail of gunfire. Another of Dillinger's contemporaries was a man, people called Pretty Boy, who would become Hoover's public enemy number one after Dillinger's death. Charles Arthur, Pretty Boy Floyd, gun happy bank robber who during his violent career cultivated a favorable image with the general public by spreading rumors that in the course of his

robberies, he also destroyed mortgage documents, saving many people from foreclosing on their farms and homes. There's actually no evidence that he did that. But that was the, that was the legend of the spread. Pretty boy Floyd was named by the FBI as being one of the gunmen involved in the infamous Kansas City massacre on June 17, 1933, a shootout in which three police officers in an FBI agent were killed when escorting Frank Nash, one of the depression areas, most successful bank robbers, during a change of custody after Nash had been arrested a few days prior in the popular underworld

hideout of hot springs Arkansas. Nash would die in this escape attempt. Unlikely that Floyd was actually involved with J Edgar Hoover, use the event as propaganda to further the case of Army and FBI agents and pursuing Floyd. Floyd did do a lot of bad shit. Floyd did at least kill three police officers and several other underworld figures, including bootleggers, which indicates he may have supplemented his income from bank robberies by also serving as a hitman for various organized crime figures.

Floyd grew up in a small town in Oklahoma when it became impossible to operate a small farm in the drought conditions of the late 20s. Floyd tried his hand at bank robbery. He quickly got caught for robbery in St. Louis payroll delivery and found himself in a Missouri prison. After being paroled in 1929 at the age of 25, he learned that a man named Jim Mills had shot his father to death. Mills had been acquitted of the charges and then right after Floyd got out of prison, this guy disappeared forever. He shows up in the same town as Mills and Mills is gone. Floyd

Boggerferser, you know, pretty sure that he killed a man who killed his father. Then he moves to Kansas City and along with a couple of friends he'd met in prison, starts Robin Banks and Missouri and Ohio. He gets caught again, he gets sentenced to 12 to 15 years in Ohio on the way to prison, on the prison transport train. He kicks out a fucking window and just jumps off. And it gets away. Amazing how many stories there are of dudes breaking out of prison.

We're going to have some great ones later in this episode. Man, I know these weren't good dudes, but I love a fucking prison right tail for whatever reason. I mean, if you want to train and head into prison and you might not get out in like 15 years, how amazing would it feel to might not get out in like 15 years, how amazing would it feel to kick the window out, jump, survive, run off, to actually pull off that escape? Man, talk about turning your day around. One minute, you're like, fuck, I'm being fucking prison 15 years for the prime of my life. And then like 15 minutes later, you're just

running through a field, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, getting away buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh the stalker walker. That's not good. Build the faker baker. That's not nearly as strong. Hey, hey, hey, hey, guys, uh, baker just screamed. He's, he's rolling around. I think he's been shot. No, he's fine, kid. He does that every gunfight right after the first shots fired. That's a classic faker baker move. Uh, he once limp for two weeks, he'd have been shot in the leg. All that it really been done to him was, uh, he kind of was trying to clip his dang toenails and cut him a bit short. Classic faker banker. Pretty boy Floyd, killer Miller,

they won the crime spree across several states. They also started dating. This is ridiculous. They started dating two sisters. They'd met along the way during their crime spree. One of them is married and the other is dating that man's brother when they meet and then flow. It's not funny, but Floyd and killer Miller, they're like, well, we want

to date these girls and these guys are kind of in the way. So they just fucking killed them. They killed both those dudes and just took their girls. Floyd would rob more than 30 banks, kill at least 10 men during his criminal career before he himself was gunned down in an Ohio field on the night of October 22nd, 1934, just outside of East Liverpool, little town of 11,000 that borders Pennsylvania and West Virginia. This guy, he raised a lot of health for a dude who died at 30, babyface Nelson, another famous gangster who committed a number of robberies with Dillinger was a member of his gang for a time.

So we'll talk more about Nelson in a bit, but let's talk about him a bit. Now this guy is a fucking lunatic. He was a psychopath. In the late 1920s, Lester Gillis, who used the alias George Nelson, was developing a budding criminal career by performing home invasion, stealing cash, jewelry, furs, robin stores, robin taverns. He robbed his first bank in April of 1930, another October that year, and in Chicago. And then he even robbed jewelry from the mayor of Chicago's wife. And then she saw him and she's the one who labeled him as having a baby face. And then baby face Nelson stuck in the press, a nickname that he hated that no one called him to his face.

Nelson was especially violent. He committed his first known murder during a botched tavern robbery. By 1932, that Nelson had been been caught convicted and sentenced to prison. And then he escaped, all these guys escaped, escaped during a prison transfer in 1932. Breaking out of the joint was apparently a right of passage with these dudes. The following year, he robs a bank in Grand Haven, Michigan. Nelson decides to form and run his own gang of bank robbers in 1933. On October 3rd, they robbed the first national bank of Brainer, Minnesota during which Nelson, well, I guess he says he

forms his zone. He really was Dylan Drew's gang. So we'll talk about this a little more in a bit, but he's, I don't know, maybe like a co-leader. And during this bank robbery, he just randomly starts firing his submachine gun bystanders on the street, just because he's fucking just crazy. Like even amongst other notorious gangsters, he was laughing while he was doing it.

It was like out of a movie. Just sprained people with bullets. This random people, like helped the robbery not at all. He had a reputation for being particularly violent and unstable. In March 1934, you partnered with Dillinger on another job to rob the security national bank in Sioux Falls, followed a week to rob the security national bank and sue falls

followed a week later by the first national bank in Mason City, Iowa. And after pretty boy Floyd was killed Nelson inherited the designation of public enemy number one, you know, a little while later. Nelson remained on the run with his wife, usually staying at auto camps, which were common in the 30s. Auto camps were basically like the precursor to RV parks and, you know, motels. Big lots where people just parked their car, set up a little tent and hang out for a while,

cheaper than a motel, easier for a gangster to slip in and out of. Nelson was finally cornered and killed by FBI agents in November of 1934, in a gun battle in which two FBI agents are also killed, another insane story. The gun battle begins because babyface Nelson chases down the FBI officers after spotting

them on the highway. How fucking insane is that? They don't chase him down. He chases them down. They try to flee from him. Two FBI agents like, get the fuck, that's fucking babyface Nelson get out of here. Before the gun battle, Nelson speeding down the highway, chasing the agent, shooting at him, dude is insane.

Toughest fuck survived the confrontation only to die of his wounds at a safe house a short time later. He would be a great suck. Okay, one more before we get into Dillinger. Maybe the most prolific banded active at the time of Dillinger, Willie Sutton. He'd be active for a long time after Dillinger. In 1950, he'd be named the FBI's newly created 10 most wanted fugitives. It had been Robin Banks for over 30 years by that time.

He's been four decades. Roughly Robin, over 100 banks, stealing around $2 million. And he acquired two nicknames, the actor and slick Willie, for his ingenuity in executing or executing robberies in various disguises. Fond of expensive clothes, Sutton was described as being an immaculate dresser known to be a gentleman carried himself very differently than some of his, you know, hot head peers. I've just talked about people present as robberies said he was quite polite

One victim of what was robberies said that watching one of Sutton's robberies was like being at the movies except that the usher just happened to have a gun When asked why he rob banks Sutton supposedly famously said because that's for the money is He would later claim that he'd never said that he said that a reporter wrote that attributed to him to sell some papers After denying that quote He did say why he did it. He said why do I rob banks because I enjoyed it or why did I rob banks because I enjoyed it I loved it. I was more alive when I was inside a bank robbing it than at any other time of my life I enjoyed everything about it so much. The one or two weeks later, I'd be out looking for the next job.

But to me, the money was the chips. That's all. He just, he fucking did it mostly just because he just liked it. I love the honesty there. Ah, it's a fucking great time. It's super fun. Suddenly once robbed a Broadway jewelry store in broad daylight impersonating a post office messenger. A son's other disguises included in policemen,

maintenance man. He usually would arrive at banks or store his slightly before the open for the day. Like these other dudes, he also knew how to get out of jail. In 1931 in June, he was sent to prison on charges of assault and robbery. He was sentenced to 30 years. And then he committed one of three prison escapes.

Scaled the prison wall on two nine foot sections of ladder And then he committed one of three prison escapes Scaled the prison wall on two nine foot sections of ladder that he joined together Oh my god Yeah, and all these guys in addition to Dillinger led to the FBI increasing their powers to track them down and arrest them There was so many Prison escapes so many brazen robberies There's never been a criminal era comparable to there since the 1930s and there probably won't be. It was a different time and maybe the best time in America for crime. So now let's dig into Dillinger. After a quick break,

please listen and support these sponsors. As it helps support the show, it helps us to continue to get sponsors. Use our discount codes if you want any of these deals so they know that time sucks sent you their way. Now let's dig into today's time suck timeline. Shrap on those boots soldier, we're marching down a time suck timeline. On June 22nd, 1903, John Herbert Dillinger was born in the near East Side Oak Hill neighborhood of Indianapolis, Indiana. His family ended up in Indianapolis after his paternal grandfather immigrated there from France about a decade after the U.S. Civil War.

Big City Kid, 1903 Indianapolis was bigger than Los Angeles, Nashville, Denver, Seattle, many more other cities, had over 170,000 people in it. Very big city for the time. He's the younger of two children born to Grocer, John Wilson, Dillinger, and Mary Ellen Molly Lancaster, who had been married August 23, 1887, in Marion County, Indiana. They both worked at the family Grocery store, not far from their home, that John Wilson's father had opened up when he came over from France. Dillinger's older sister, Audrey was born 14 years earlier on March 6, 1889. So he's almost an only child.

And according to legend, his family knew he was boy right away. They didn't have ultrasounds back then to determine the sex of the baby prebirth. But if a legend or true, Dillinger's mom may have had a penis herself for a while, for at least a duration of her third trimester, because his huge wing wouldn't have been able to fit in her uterus. They're seriously are a ton of legends out there about how endowed Dylan Drew was. We're going to get to the bottom of all this right now, because if you look up Dylan Drew's stuff, it's ridiculous. It comes up all the time. One legend says that the dude had a 12-inch horsecock, something even Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley would be ambious of, especially back when he was It comes up all the time. One legend says that the dude had a 12 inch horse cock. Something even Reverend Dr. Joe Paisley would be ambious of,

especially back when he was known as micro-peen, because the legend says that it was 12 inches, when limp, 12 inches limp, erect it was supposed to be 22 inches, 22 inches. That is fucking absurd. From what I've like researched, I did way more research than I ever did to about this. I just was like, what?

It would be the biggest known human penis in history. Surprisingly, the Guinness Book of World Records does not include, I look so hard, pun not intended, for the record for the longest human penis. My, I think why they don't have it in ginnis is that i'm just guessing is because they would have to send an official representative of the company to measure it and that's kind of you know uncomfortable to ask somebody like a guy to go message this guy's hard

dick uh... for reference on dick size famous porn star ron the hedgehog Jeremy claims to have a nine and a half inch dick that's one hard right to entertain is former sucks object john homes star of the wonderland murders Jeremy claims to have a nine and a half inch dick. That's went hard, right? Just under 10 inches. Former sucks subject, John Holmes starved the wonderland murders, right? One of the most famous porn stars of all time

known for having one of the biggest dicks in the history of the business never officially measured who Holmes first wife recalled him claiming it to be 10 inches when he first measured himself. Holmes himself once claimed his penis to be 15 inches long. He must have been measuring from his butthole His manager said I saw John measure himself several times. It was 13 and a half inches a lot of uh, you know Variations on how people are measuring stuff. I you going from the back of the ball sack. You go from the bottom from the

Butthole you go from the shaft where it's the the the lower groin So that's you know third and he and they're saying 22 with the injured My god 13 and a half inches is the supposed length of Jonah Falcons dick So that's, you know, and they're saying 22 with the injured. Oh my God. 13 and a half inches is the supposed length of Jonah Falcons dick. If you Google, who has the best dick ever, he's the guy who comes up, at least when I Googled it, Jonah Falcons. He's a 49 year old New Yorker, non adult film star. He once appeared on the daily show talking about it.

He's appeared on a TLC show called Strange Sex. He says he has 13.5 inch dick, uh, a 56 year old Mexican man, Roberto Esquivel Cabrera made some media rounds primarily in the UK tabloids a couple of years ago. When he started claiming to have a nearly 19 inch dick, there's a bunch of weird fucking pictures of him where it's not quite porn because he's basically like wearing a sock on his dick and it hangs well below his knees. And some think that John Dillinger's dick was three inches longer than that. Dillinger was five seven.

If this is true, his dick would almost be tapping the top of his boots. Other rumors suggest it was 15 inches or 13 or 12 get out of here. I did find out where all these legend originated. This is hilarious to me. They all originated from like a just a weird photo taken shortly after he was killed at the Cook County morgue. After Dylan's there was shot and killed in Chicago. He was taken to the morgue.

But before he was buried, random people were allowed to pose for pictures like next to his body. It was draped over like a sheet draped over him. They would do stuff like this all the time. Like in some ways, we meets X used to be much darker. I've talked about this before, much darker than we are now. Now we listen to true crime podcasts and watch documentaries. You know, it wasn't that long ago, we were posing, smiling next to dead bodies.

Dillinger's right arm was draped over his body underneath the sheet, resting across his waist. Inped over his body underneath the sheet resting across his waist. In the photo, the way the sheet sticks up above his neck, it's his arm. It's his stiff, rigor mortis arm, but it looks like he died with the biggest fucking boner anyone is like cartoonish. Like he had like an elephant cock on a smaller man's body And so this rumor gets spread by the 1960s it had become a true urban legend in America One known to almost every American adolescent. I would compare it for people around my age

It was the equivalent of the gerbil getting stuck in actor Richard Gears asked I heard about that when I was like, everybody fucking heard about that, right? That was, it was that of the 60s and earlier and the 50s and the 40s. Everyone thought that John, or the John Dillinger had a huge, huge dick. And then another rumor spread about it that his, that his Johnson had been cut off, preserved in a jar of formaldehy, and stored at the Smithsonian National Museum of National History. Not true. I don't just have gangsters dick in a jar, it's a Smithsonian. This rumor was so persistent.

The Smithsonian got so fucking sick of being asked questions about it. They publicly addressed it. They publicly were like, listen, we don't have a dick in a jar. Stop asking us about it. There was another rumor that Dillinger's dick set a top J Edgar Hoover's desk at the FBI. Also highly unlikely to be true. The FBI actually publicly addressed this as well

because they were sick of people asking about it. Like what? I mean, that's so crazy. Can you imagine if one of our government leaders just had a dude's dick in a jar on their desk, like where they worked on Capitol Hill, but why, come on, think what you want about any number of current politicians being crazy,

but that is much further. I just make yourself at home. You can set your drink right. Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Let me move that. I haven't been able to decide where to keep this dick in a jar. So just rest on my desk where, you know, me and everyone I, I'm me with in here can take a good look at it. I am a, I am a master of laws and you will respect my dick in a jar.

Yeah, in the FBI addressed that like I said. How awkward. We hear at the FBI, just want the American public to know that our director does not in fact have John Dillinger's rec penis in a jar and his desk. Thank you for your time. director does not in fact have John Dillinger's a rec penis in a jarns desk. Thank you for your time. Oh, and before I move on, Richard Geer never had a gerbil stuck his ass. I finally looked into that. A gerbil that he had put up there in some bizarre sexual beastiality, gerbiline, it's called encounter. This rumor started after an anonymous practical jokes, sir, fact a phony press release throughout the Hollywood community

from the association of the prevention of cruelty to animals, stating that the star of pretty woman was going to be in a lot of trouble for abusing said, journal. And who does gear think this anonymous jokes or was Sylvester Stallone? Slice Stallone? Yes, the Rocky and Rambo Star. Stallone, this

is such a ridiculous wormhole I got stuck in, Stallone and Gear fought on the set of the 1974 film The Lords of Flatbush. The director had to fire one of them. He got that contentious. He fired Gear. Stallone later said in a 2006 interview that Gear still hates him for this. Gear said in an interview that Stallone spread that gerbil rumor, which Stallone denies. Stallone said the gear was a huge asshole on the set of that movie. And if he did get him fired for being a dick and he did spread that rumor about the gerbil that many believed this day, he has to be pretty proud of himself. I would be.

Oh my god. And I follow the 73 year old Stallone on Instagram and that dude cracks me the fuck I love that dude. His last film, Rambo last blood made a grossed over 90 million of the box office for a profit of over 40 million. And that's just on the box office. Richard Gears latest film, three Christ made a little under $38,000 total at the box office. It was beyond a flop. So if Stallone has been in some sort of unacknowledged competition with Gary, he's fucking crushing him right now. Okay, so that little detour is over.

Gary never got caught with the gerbil in his ass. He never had, that doesn't even happen. The whole concept of gerbiling, I also got fucked, fucked into that wormhole. It's a complete urban legend. There are no legitimate accounts, no proof in any credible publication, and a number of like medical publications,

like the legend was so persistent, they're like, does that even happen? No, there's no record of it ever happening to anyone again in dribbling their ass. So, no one knows how big Dylan just did was. No one, and Richard Geir didn't do that. Total rumor and gossip. Sorry for those of you who were sure he was packing

some serious heat down there, if that was important to you as far as his legend. And maybe he was. We just don't know anything about his penis. You could have whatever kind of dick you wanted to have potentially. Anyway, that is the end of today's time suck timeline. Good job, soldier. Get the fuck out of here. That's not the end. That'll be terrible. Good job, soldier. Get the fuck out of here. That's not the end. That'll be terrible.

Yeah, that'll be when new listeners would just hit stop. And like, why does anyone like this podcast? Fuck this show. No back to his bio. John's father, John Wilson Dillinger was born July 2nd, 1864, owned a small grocery store in the city. As I've said, he was a religious man. Although he didn't go to church a lot when John was grown up

in his younger years, he reportedly alternated between abusing and spoiling his son, you know, beating him, giving him money for treats, locking him in the house, and allowing him to stay at all night, he was very back and forth. And John's father, John Wilson, had a 57 inch penis. They called him Pogo stick. Of course, that's not true. That'd be a super painful Pogo stick. Of course, that's not true. That'd be a super painful Pogo stick. Dillinger's

mother died of a stroke in 1907 just before his fourth birthday when she was only 36 years old, killed by her husband's penis, of course. No, but she did die. And that is young, man, to be dying of a stroke, terrifying. Later that year, his now 18 year old sister, Audrey, gets married to Emmett Fred Hancock. Didn't make up that last name. Just happens to plan what we're talking about. They'd begun dating two years earlier, already had a child together. They had another child in 1908, a child who dies shortly after birth. They'd have seven more kids together and five would live. Man, back when tragedy was way too common.

Little Dillinger around this time is cared for by his older sister and her husband who live with John's dad. Not a ton is known about young pre-grade school delinja. A bottle account he was a happy toddler. Pictures show a grinning kid who liked to ride carts and wagons, pedal tricycles, and play outside. Four years later, May 23rd, 1912, his father, Dillinger's father, Remarries, and Morgan County to Elizabeth Lizzie Fields. Randomly, John senior had met Lizzie at the funeral of his own father earlier that same year. So John junior is now nine.

After this marriage, his sister Audrey and husband Fred move out, get a place, you do a few blocks away, a place actually right next to the family grocery store. Initially, Dillinger not happy about all this. He was jealous and disliked to stepmom, but reportedly he eventually came to love her and more weird rumors here On all of us every article or like listverse type thing about John Dillinger There are unsubstantiated rumors, you know in so many sources that John would go out go on to have a three-year love affair with the stepmom I don't believe these for a second. No legitimate biographer Gives any credence to this

Lizzie 32 when she married John senior would have three children with him, a son and two daughters, half brother, half sister to Dillinger, baby Hubert, born in 1913, sister Doris, born in 1917, brother Francis, born in 1922, and again, nothing credible suggests he had a love affair with his stepmom. And I honestly think that this nonsense is tied to the myth of his huge penis.

You know, this mythology of his dick was just so big that no one could resist it, not even stepmoms. He was rumored to have sex with all kinds of women and almost all the rumors seem to be nonsense, so weird. And you know what? I understand it more than I'd care to, to be totally honest. I won't confirm it. I will not publicly measure it. I'm not going to call the people at the Guinness Book of World Records, but I do have a 67 inch penis. And that's limp. 67 inches limp. I have been rumored to have sex with, to have, to have had sex, excuse me, with somewhere between two, I just get worked up talking about this because I get so tired of all the fucking questions. But there's rumors out there about me having sex with somewhere between

two and three million women and it's fucking bullshit. God dang! No, no one has had sex with, you know, two to three million women. I had sex with, before I remember, wife, three hundred thousand women tops. And I only got to that crazy number because for several years, I would have sex with no less than ten women at a time. I'd give ladies a ride on the comments express. That's what I called it, you know? After I'd get on dress, I'd say, choo choo! All aboard! That's what I called it, you know? After I'd get on dress, I'd say, Choo-choo, all aboard. And then one woman would just sit on the tip,

which is the size of a above average fellow's entire penis. And then nine to 15 other women would sit on top of the shaft, kind of like people sitting in a row on a log, you know? And once the woman at the end was done, she would scoot off. And then I would say, next stop, Lucy, or whatever that woman's name is tuk tuk all aboard and then the next woman would enjoy the tip and when you know going like that over and over and when everyone was done I I think this is kind of funny I

just like to say we've arrived at our last stop for the evening I hope you all enjoyed your ride on the comments express now get out tuk tuk so you know you get it but these days I usually just sling it up and over myOO TOO! So, you know, you get it. But these days, I usually just sling it up and over my shoulder, wrap it around my waist, you know, tied up and go about my day. No big, no big whoops. Is that any who? Any who?

Not for about my 67-inch penis, back to Dillinger's childhood. Shortly after John turned 10 and 1913, they started running, I just, sorry, I know this is stupid, but I imagine someone listening to this who has no sense of absurdity, like a really straightless person who just wants the facts and doesn't get humor and they're just like, just listen to all that, be like,

no fuck, get it, get it, get it, get it, no way. Come on! There's nothing ever happened! Research in, 67 is pain as well. Shortly after John turned 10 and 19th, 13, he started running away from home, although he wouldn't claim to be angry as father or stepmom, he did start getting into a lot of trouble. Why?

Who knows? Some people just have a more rebellious nature than others. Maybe he felt like an outsider at home where he was the only child born to his mom who had died. Maybe he was angry at the world about that. Maybe from an early age, he just seemed to enjoy raising hell. It was just in his nature, on the nature versus nurture spectrum. He wants to talk some other kids from the neighborhood into getting a rope and tying one

into a neighbor's fence. And the other end to a stop street car. And when the street car took off, it of course destroyed his neighbor's fence and the flower bed right behind it. He got caught by his dad who reportedly told him, according to interview years later, what if I did wreck his roads? Does that old bastard's mean anyhow? John senior whoops his son's ass for that answer. He said, I yanked him into the kitchen, licked him. I turned him across my knee and well to wait till my hand stung, but he didn't cry. He just got up and glared at me and he stomped out. All the once I wasn't

mad anymore, I was sick and afraid that my boy would go wrong. Tough little bastard. Reminds me of my daughter, Ben Rowe. I can see her having that reaction if I tried giving her a spanking now. And he did things like this often. He was like, he was a very mischievous dentist, the men as type kid, maybe a little, maybe little meaner. Teacher of Johns in grade school, Elizabeth O'Mara would later say that the future bank, Robert John, never stole from her in class, although many other kids did. She said that he never cared much about his lessons unless they were mechanical, and he did get in trouble for that. But she said he wasn't a bad kid.

She said he was a prankster, and that she found his pranks quite amusing and creative. I like Miss O'Mara. A girl John went to school with Violet Lively, remembered him differently though, saying years later that John scared her. She said he sneered instead of smiled. He was a bully, said he and her brother used to get into fights and, you know, John would beat her brother's ass. Said, you know, he beat up her brother numerous times

and bad enough that her mom visited John's senior, told him that she was going to pursue criminal charges. If the young Dillinger, you know, beat her son up up again, and then supposedly Dillinger's dad told her, Mrs. Lively, if you think that will do any good, go right ahead for I have tried everything. He was that kid. John's former Sunday school teacher, a woman named Ella Ellsbury, thought John was mischievous but polite. She remembered him causing trouble with other boys, but that he also always tipped his hat to her.

I love that, yeah, sure. I mean, he's, you know, he's causing trouble, but he tipped his hat to me, so I think he was good. The older he got, the more trouble he caused. As he grew into a teenager, he got into more fights, committed various petty crimes, sort of staying out all night at parties. He once crashed an unattended switch engine

into a line of coal cars just for a laugh. It's thought to be funny. I kind of love this. I kind of love young villager. I'm not gonna lie to you. He also stole whiskey from an unattended box car and allegedly got a bunch of girls drunk and started showing up to school drunk. So he's fooling around.

He's got all kinds of mayhem. He even got a childhood game together. He dubbed the dirty dozen and they would tear. Jesus Christ. They would terrorize younger children, fandalized and steal. Here in the nickname Jack Rabbit, later for how spry he was, how nimbly he would have aid police. Dylan Jer was apparently also a pretty decent baseball player, solid second basement of shortstop. That's a lot about his youth there. 1919 prohibition begins. The 18th Amendment is ratified by 36 states making it illegal to produce transport or sell alcohol. This, of course, unleashes,

you know, the black market organized crime floodgates in an era of lawlessness. And this climate would soon provide the perfect climate for John to begin his criminal career in earnest. He drops out of high school the same year against his dad's advice. At the age 16, he begins working in a factory make him plywood It's considered a hard worker, but he doesn't stay long. It's a better job as a runner for the Indianapolis board of trade Doesn't stay long there either. It's a better job again. Right to 20s. There's a lot of jobs It gets a job as a mechanic at a machine shop south of Indianapolis James P. Birchms were a Alliance specialty company He'd work here off and on for four years

He bounced out for a while, he'd come back and work for a while. He was a sporadic worker, but he was really good mechanically. And so even though he wasn't reliable, they kept hiring him back. 1920 when Dillinger of 17, his father decides to sell the grocery store

and move the family to a 62 acre farm just outside of Moore'sville, his wife's hometown of 1800 people, almost exactly 20 miles from downtown Indy. He hopes this move would help his son, keep from getting into further trouble. It does not. John, senior and Dillinger, stepmom Lizzie,

also get re-acquainted with Lizzie's childhood faith and start regularly attending a Quaker church in Moore'sville. It's getting much more religious. Dillinger doesn't care for any of this. He doesn't like it. He doesn't like all the church going, doesn't like the move to the country, likes the city.

He does start going hunting in the woods on a regular basis and gets reputation for being a really good shot. Getting handy with firearms will help him later. It'll serve him well in his criminal career. He also plays a decent amount of baseball for the Moore'sville Athletic Club. He gets motorcycle, gets a car, a Chevy, quickly gets a speed and ticket,

race in an Indianapolis gets known for having a real heavy foot. He's driving in a town, in a car, a Chevy, quickly gets a speed and ticket, race in an Indian apolis, gets known for having a real heavy foot. He's driving in a town, in and out of town often, you know, both for work at the machine shop and to visit friends, visit his sister Audrey. Audrey's daughter Mary, his niece, who was nine when John was 16, remembers him being a fantastic uncle. She'd later say he was generous to a fault and had a fantastic smile. They'd play catch, you know, with the baseball, he'd buy her bubble gum and hang out.

1923, 20, uh, 20 year old Dillinger becomes obsessed with reading books about old West Outlaw, former suck subject Jesse James and the James Younger gang. A friend of Dillinger at the time, Delbert Hobson said Dillinger loved tales of James Courage and Daring while he was also chivalrous to women and children. He said that Dillinger would later try to emulate that in his own criminal career. Dillinger also started dressing like the gangsters of his day, Tilton is hat off to one side, walking with the swagger.

Friends noticed he starts to talk tough, taking on the air of being a bit of a hoodlum, and he also falls in love in 1923. Francis Marguerite Thornton, the 18-year-old beautiful step daughter of his uncle, technically his first cousin, but his first step cousin in a time when that wasn't weird at all. He courted her for a great deal in 1923.

They wanted to get married, but both Dillinger's dad and Francis' father were against it. They wanted John Jr. to grow up a bit first. Get a little more established, get a decent steady job, hold it for a while. He seemed too wild to get married. Dillinger disagreed, you know, of course, push his harder to get married and then Francis' father outright forbids it.

You will not marry my daughter. Dillinger pissed, breaks up with Francis over this and then in an act of careless anger on a warm July night, he puts a revolver in his pocket, steals an overland sedan and Moore'sville drives it into downtown Indy, parks it on the circle beneath the soldiers and sailors monument around midnight starts walking around looking for God knows what look of her trouble with the pistol in his pocket. Two police officers think he's up to no good. They're not patrols. They start talking to him.

He tells them he's driven in for Moore'sville. They notice that there's a gun in this pocket, right? So they're like, no, all right, you're going to come in for further questioning. They start to walk into a local police station He slips away starts running then a fire and seven shots at him as he runs away He runs until he makes it to a bar and he hides inside and that night while hiding he decides He's gonna join the Navy to get out of town in case they pin into that stolen car Next morning to get up makes his way to the federal building in Indy, signs up. The recruiters list him is five, seven, 155 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, ruddy complexion,

2020 vision, great hearing, 35 inch chest expands to 38, 47 inch dick limp that could expand to 120 inches firm. So they decide to use him as a weapon in the war. Now, he had a pretty average build. He shipped out almost immediately, makes it to the Great Lakes training station four days later. After letting the sister know that he's joined the Navy, you know, she relays the word of the rest of his family. He completes basic training on over fourth, and then he's posted off the East Coast on the now famous USS Utah, a ship that was sunk during the 1941 Pearl Harbor attacks.

And he spent his time, and he didn't enjoy his time. He spent his time on board, she'll then call into the ship's huge boilers. After 22 days of non-stop, hot, hard labor, he jumps ship in Boston and he uses his dick as a propeller of sorts. And he was really good at swimming. He just like spins it and it zips him right on and in the shore. No, but he does jump ship and abass it and he goes AWOL. He comes back after just a day, he's punished with an $18 fine almost a month pay the time.

He sent it to the break for 10 days where he's only given bread to eat, water to drink. When he doesn't report properly for this punishment, he has five days of solitary confinement added to his sense, pisses him off a little more. And then after he gets back out of this, he gets sent back to shovel and coal and he gets really fucking pissed. And now he goes AWOL for real. After just a few weeks, he just fucking bounces and never comes back. He leaves December 4th, 1923 and they list him as a deserter and they put a $50 bounty on his head and they never catch him for this.

And then no one knows what he did for the next three months He just roves the countryside for the next three months in March of 1924 He resurfaces in Moore'sville where he tells everyone he'd been honorably discharged from the Navy didn't work out But I had a great time and then he returns, you know After he returns to Moore'sville. Sorry. He also meets 17 year old barrel ethyl hovius and apparently they hit shit off quick whatever she had he really wanted because they get married roughly three weeks after first lane eyes on one another Halo Saphina on April 12th they married martensville little town 15 miles south of moresville birthplace of legendary country singer Bobby Helms you love Bobby Helms have you ever heard of Bobby Helms?

No, are you sure? Think about it. Bobby Helms, I bet you have. Bobby Helms is the guy who wrote and recorded Jingle Bell Rock in 1957. Jingle Bell Jingle Bell Rock. Jingle bell Jingle bell rock Jingle bell swing and jingle bells ring snow in and blow in the bushels of fun Now the jingle hub has begun fuck yeah, bro You fucking know that song you've heard it and makes you Christmas happy Sorry, that is a classic though Dillinger attempted to settle down and with no job or income the young newlyweds moved into Dillinger's father's farmhouse within a few weeks of his wedding. He's arrested for stealing several chickens. It's criminal exploits start, you know, they start low.

Though his father is able to work out a deal to keep the case out of court, you know, suit things over with the chicken farmer. It does little to help his relationship with his father. Dillinger and Barrel move out of the cramped bedroom into barrels parents home in Martinsville, Indiana. He gets a job there at an upholstery shop that he doesn't keep for a long. Soon after that, the couple moves into a little apartment just outside Martinsville's town square.

Yeah, he has difficulty holding down a steady job. Folks on Mary's life, he's always out at the bars hanging out doing God knows what. Weird. Weird to get him married three weeks after meeting someone might not be the greatest decision you could make. And Martin'sville also joins a local baseball team called the athletics and John and his wife, Barrow, become good friends with another baseball team player named William Edgar Singleton. Team member who would also umpire for the team on occasions and this Ed Singleton character

would become John's first partner in crime. And just a few months later, the two would begin plotting a robbery that would not work out well on any level. And May of 1924, Jay Edgar Hoover is appointed acting director of the Bureau of Investigation. His appointment will become permanent in January 25. Dillinger doesn't likely know or if he does know, he likely doesn't give two shits about Hoover, but he will down the road. September of 24, still without a job,

Dillinger tries to make some fast cash with his new baseball buddy, Ed Singleton tells him about a local grocer back in Moore'sville, who is gonna be carrying out his daily receipts, carrying out his money, on his way from work to a barbershop. Singleton thinks that Dillinger can easily rob the elderly grocer for the cash. You know, while Singleton waits that Dillinger can easily rob the elderly grocer

for the cash. You know, while Singleton waits for him in a getaway cart down the street, and they both decide to go through with it. We're going to try and take this guy's money in broad daylight. John may have already burglarized two area gas stations by this time. He was suspected of doing so, but never caught, never admitted to those crimes. And this crime is so dumb, so dumb. Morseville has less than 2,000 people in it at this time. Dillinger lived in Morseville for quite some time. His dad and step family lived there. Everybody knows who they are. He lives just 15 miles away in a town of around 5,000 people. We're singled and lived and everybody knows who he is. People are going to know who

the fuck these guys are. Why would anyone live in a small town try to rob someone else in that small town? Like they're not even wearing masks. So of course the crime doesn't go well. Dillinger on with the 32 caliber pistol and a large bolt wrapped in a handkerchief sneaks up on this guy. It's poor elderly grocer. It's bops him in the head with the bolt. He was hoping to knock him out. He doesn't come close. And the old guy's tougher than he is soon, and he fights back. And I'm sure he's thinking, like, why the fuck is John hit me in the head with his bolt?

And then in suing chaos, John's pistol accidentally goes off. Dillinger thinks he's shot to grocery, takes off running without the money, runs down the street to meet Singleton's getaway car, Singleton had freaked out, he'd gotten spooked, and he just drove off. Just left him there. So then So then Dylan jurors walking around town You know until police track him down and we're like, hey dude. Why do you hit Larry on the head?

What why did why did you know trying to do that you dipshit we got to take you down the station now oh Man, and this is one account of this early failed robbery. There's another slight variation other accounts The stories say that Dylan jurors singleton attempt the robbery together and they're recognized by a local pastor in the middle of the crime He's like John Ed. What are you doing? It just turns them into the police Again so dumb in a small town where everybody knows who you are hands in the air grandpa. No sudden moves now real slow Hammy that cabbage John Don't doin' it. What in the hell are you doing son? If that's gonna be furious Ed

Ed singleton from Montenville. I just watched you call that baseball game last Saturday. You're strikes were a little loose and goosey. What the hell are you two clowns doing? It's like, ah, the local prosecutor convinces Dillonja's father that if his son pleads guilty in court, makes it easy on him, that the court will be lenient since he'd never been convicted of a major crime. Thinking that he will just get a slap on the wrist, Dylan Jr. appears in court with no

lawyer without his father, and he gets a lot more than a slap on the wrist. He's convicted of assault and battery within 10 to rob, and the judge sentences him to 10 to 20 years in prison. So he's getting sent to the big house, the Indiana State Reformatory, despite this being his first conviction. Singleton, who already had a prison record, was only sentenced to four years because he actually came to court with a lawyer. Poor Ed, he and Dillinger would never team up again. Ed would die a short time after getting out of prison just a few years later after

passing out drunk on a railroad track. And that's how you know you've had way too much of a drain. When the rumble and noise of a coming train doesn't wake you up after you've passed out in the tracks. And fortunately, once you learn that lesson, you're super duper dead usually. I don't, you know what I do? I have a little trick. When I'm crossing a railroad, if I've had anything to drink, what I do is I use my dick

like a lasso and I just, I swing it out to a nearby tree, and I just swing over the tracks using my penis like a rope, you know? But I know everyone can't do that. So, I shouldn't have even brought that up. So, 10th or 16th, 1924, John Herbert Dillinger, man with the penis of unknown size, arrives at the Indiana State Reformatory in Pendleton, little town, 35 miles northeast of Indiana,

a town of under 1500 people at the time. Home town of Dick Dickie. You know who Dick Dickie was? Think about it. Are you sure? Dick Dickie is a real name. Dick Dickie was drafted in the NBA in 1950. He played one season for the Celtics. One season for the Boston Celtics averaged 2.8 points of game as a point guard, never played again.

And I don't know much else about him. Other than he really truly was named Dick Dickie. last name Dickie first name Richard when by Dick died in 2006 in Indianapolis at the age of 79 with the fuck was parents thinking I did a little bit of etymology research on the word dick. I know this has been a very dick heavy section of the show I started being used that term as a slang for penis in 1880 It was originally a military slang for penis originated some barracks. 1880, that's when they first shows up on the written page. He's born in 1926, so they knew. They fucking knew. For so over 60 years of his adult life, he was here and stuff like Dickie, party of one. I'm assuming he was alone a lot of the time. Dickie, party

of Dickie, Dick, Dickie, your table's ready. For four seasons of college ball at North Carolina State, announcers in Raleigh were saying stuff like, make some noise for the Wolfpack starting point guard, Dick Dickie, give it up for Dick. Give it up for the Dick Dickie. It's a ludicrous name, his parents are idiots. Anyways, we're not here to talk about Dick Dickie. We're gonna talk about John Dillonjure.

So, September 16th, 1924, he's 21 years old. He's just started serving in 10 to 20 year prison sense, and he's pissed. He's pissed about the whole situation. He's a difficult prisoner right off the rip. And he served much of his time shortly after arriving in solitary confinement. When he's not in solitary, he's training to become a criminal. Early in his incarceration, this is when he supposedly said, I will be the meanest bastard you ever saw when I get out of here

He wouldn't necessarily be the meanest But he would but he would raise a lot of hell he would cause a lot of mayhem. You'd be a menace While in prison he played on the prison baseball team He worked at the prison shirt factory account say he was a good worker routinely finishing his quota quickly And then worked to fulfill the quotas of other workers He had a charming personality made him popular amongst inmates. It wasn't really popular amongst guards. He also hated authority.

Didn't like being told what to do. He tried to escape a number of times. He also ended up befriending a number of hardened criminals who had become his crime gurus. At first, Dillinger's young wife, Barrel, just 18, wrote and visited him frequently. After a while though, she became weary of the distance between her and her husband, of course she did.

She'd only known him for three weeks before they got married, and they were married for less than five months when he got arrested. And now he might not get out until she's gonna be in her late 30s. Nope, that shit doesn't even work out in the movies. She soon begins visiting and riding less frequently.

Right, she does stay with him to some degree for the first five years of imprisonment. Finally on June 20th, 1929, Barrel decides to officially divorce him. I'm guessing she'd been messed around on the side before that. I mean, and I wouldn't blame her. Just two days before his 26th birthday, he's devastated. I feel like he was probably the one and only person who didn't see that coming. She'd married two additional times and she would live until the ripe old age of 87. July 5th, 1929, after losing his wife, an angry Dillinger is sent to the Indiana State

prison in Michigan City to live among more hardened criminals, and he is sent there upon his own request. Michigan City birthed place at Don Larson, dude who pitched a perfect game for the Yankees and game five of the World Series, the clinch of series victory over the Brooklyn Dodgers. That guy passed away just a few months ago on January 1st, just a few miles north of the Suck dungeon in Hayden, Idaho. Anyways, authorities scratched their heads as to why Dillinger would want to be transferred to a more strict, more violent prison.

When asked why he wanted to make the move, he said he wanted to play for a better baseball team. He had a better baseball team. They had a better baseball team at the Indiana State Prison. It was bullshit. He did not end up joining the prison baseball team there. Instead, he teamed up with a friend of his, a couple of friends, Harry Peerpont, and Homer Van Meter, who he'd met and carstrated in Pendleton. They'd been transferred up there a few months prior.

They were each career criminals with no intention of letting prison reform them. They were planning to jailbreak and several bank robberies for when they got out of jail. Make some real money. They introduced John to Walter Dietrich, a seasoned bank robber who'd worked with one of the most notorious bank robbers of that time, Herman Lam. Dietrich taught these men meticulous methods used by Lam to pull off many successful heists. Lam was known for doing detailed research before hitting a bank. He'd learned the bank layout, the location of the valuables, the movements of the guards, of the workers, where the nearest police station was, etc., etc.

He wasn't just barging in with a gun demanding money. He was a student of the game. Fucked up game to be sure, especially in the days when I said earlier that banks weren't guaranteed, and these guys were essentially just stealing from the customers, but he did take his craft seriously. Pierpont and Van Meter had the knowledge and the plans in place for some big robberies, but they still needed to actually get out of jail to go ahead with their perfectly crafted robberies.

To do that, they need to man on the outside, outfit them with guns, money, the bankroll to escape. John had a significantly smaller sentence than his friends and was going to be getting out much earlier than them. Pierpont and Van Meter wanted him to be that man. You break us out. We'll make you a lot of money, kid. John was all about it. Despite his first high school and very wrong, he wanted to double down on his choice to be a bank robber to, you know, to rob, be criminal. He was committed to being a gangster once you got out of prison.

His new pals inform him of reliable encompasses and safe houses on the outside. They give him a list of banks and stores that would be great places to rob. A few months after transferring to Indiana State prison in late October of 29, the stock market crashes, the Great Depression begins. The following spring, April 24, 1930, the first list of public enemies is published by the Chicago Crime Commission. Al Capone is in first place.

Soon John Dillinger will top the list of America's most wanted men. Also in April, Hollywood's version of Gangster Live captivates the nation in the first of many depression, error crime movies, Little Caesar. Three and a half years later, March 10th, 1933, Dillinger, after receiving a master's degree in the Indiana State Prison in Michigan City is paroled. When he leaves, one of the few possessions he leaves prison with is a map supplied by his fellow inmates

of prospective robbery sites. Man, nice. Leave in prison with the mind on crime. Kind of messes up the whole point of being a prison. Stad and couldn't reform him when he was a kid. The state can't reform him now as a man. He'd served nine and a half years of a sentence and then he walks out into a different world.

I can't imagine that. Right, he's a few months shy of 30 now. He's walked out into the world of the Great Depression. This is a dude who had a hard time keeping steady work during the roaring 20s. When everyone could get a job and now he's an ex-con without much of a resume, walking into the hardest economy the US.S. has ever seen.

He immediately, of course, turns the crime. And he was going to anyway, but that gives him even more incentive. Just a few weeks after his release, he commits his first robbery. It's right to it. He commits this crime with a small time gang, a hoodlums, and Indianapolis known as the White Cap gang, the White Capers. He gets a long-barreled, Colt 3220 revolver, also known as an Army Special. He and two other men rob city foods and all night grocery store in Indy at 4609 East

10th. After almost getting caught stealing two of the getaway cars, they needed to pull this off with. When Dylan Jure 19 year old William the kid Shaw walk into this little shop, this little grocery store, a clerk spots the long barrel of the Colt, poking out a Dylan Jus pocket. She screams, Shaw grabs some money out of the cash register while John wades his revolver around, telling everyone to go to the back of the store and elderly man refuses to move. John takes the butt of his revolver, bashes the dude in the mouth, hits him in the jaw hard enough

to knock out several teeth. This is the second old man he's bashed in the head now. First Frank Morgan, I don't think I said his name, that grocer who got sent, you got sent to prison for trying to rob him back in Moore'sville, now this guy. And this is a dude who would become a Robin Hood type national hero, a guy who likes to bash old men in their heads with various blunt instruments. The fact that people were killed

during his later holdups would be overlooked, moments like this would be overlooked, instead the national press would play him up as a brilliant daring, likeable individual, beaten the banks, which had inhumanly foreclosed mortgages on helpless debtors. Because that's the story that, you know, readers wanted to hear at that time. These guys did all this to make less than a hundred bucks total, this robbery. Dylan's got 30 bucks out of the deal after splitting money with Shaw in the Getaway driver.

A few days later, Dylan's your in the kid's Shaw team up again. They team up with a new Getaway driver. They hit Hag drugstore, 5,648 east Washington. Dillinger and Shaw walk in this time with their guns already out. Dillinger for everyone who isn't the cashier to get to the corner. Now look at them. They make around a hundred bucks total again. And these guys were not very good at this stuff yet.

With this robbery, Shaw got really pissed at some of the people who were putting the corner for looking at him because he kept telling them to turn around and then he go back to trying to get some money that cashier and he'd look around and they'd be like back facing him. And then he almost like shot some of them. He was like, turn around. He finally realizes that he is yelling turn around. They would turn around one way and then Dillinger is also yelling turn around and they would turn back around. So they're just fucking spinning around in circles trying to listen to both these fucking idiots. A few days later, they hit a Kroger grocery store at 35 12 North College Street.

Kroger grocery stores, man, they've been around since 1883. They only make a couple bucks this time because Shaw's white capers had already robbed this store just a few days before. And now money collectors are coming a few times a day to take the cash to a safe and Dillinger's pissed. He'd ask them, are you sure he hadn't robbed this place? And I was like, no, no, they took it to rob his, oh yeah, I guess we did a few days ago.

I'm sorry, I forgot. John's getting sick of these small time, a little hits on June 22nd, 1933, Dillinger's 30th birthday. He and Shaw go to case of bank. He wants to hit a bank, but it's boarded up. This bank was a victim of the Great Depression. So they're like, shit, okay, so they go to a fruit market instead on Tenton Bell Fountain.

Then they hit Eaton Sandwich Shop at 642 East Maple Road, popular bustlin' place, and it makes 340 bucks. They're big as hall to date. The very next day, Shaw gets married. He's doing this a day before he gets married. Now he's gonna have to take a break from a small time stickups to go on his honeymoon. Dillinger takes off with some other ex-consters. He's the 1933 World's Fair in Chicago.

He's got a little bit of spending money now. He buys himself a new suit. Looks all gangstered up. Got some shiny shoes. He meets several other guys who serve time for bank robberies on the road trip. One man, white, whitey, molar, had just beaten a life sentence he'd been given for shooting and killing a police officer. By check this out,

this is a pretty innovative escape attempt, or not attempt, he did escape. He was, I started drinking shellac where he was working in the Indiana State Prison. Shellac is a wood glaze made from a resin created by the female lac bug on trees in Thailand and India. And he found out that drinking shellak would turn his skin yellow. And he tricks the doctors in this prison

and to making them think that he has tuberculosis. He's a lunger. So they send him to a very lightly guarded sanitarium near Fort Wayne, Indiana, and he just stops Drinking Shalak. And so he feels great, and then he just walks the fuck out. Like, who didn't escape from prison back then?

A muller, Dillinger, several others believed to have robbed a number of places on this road trip. Which places nobody knows for sure, but Dillinger came back to Indy with enough cash to buy a Chevy. Dillinger and his gang continue to rob all kinds of places throughout the summer of 1933. During one hold up at the bite of we in

a roadhouse on Burlington Drive in 12 Street in Muncie, Indiana, Dillinger again uses the butt of his revolver to smash another dude in the jaw. Young dude this time who doesn't lose any teeth. On either June 10th or June 21st, different sources list the dates. Dillinger successfully robs his first bank. New Carlisle Ohio. He takes $10,600 accompanied by two unidentified men. The Dayton Daily News reports that the bandits snuck into the bank at some point during the night and Bush the first person to arrive to work the next morning clerk Horace Grisso

Dylan during his crew bound any bank staff up that entered the building while they're waiting to access the vault Shortly after that Dylan Jorob's another bank the commercial bank in Dalesville, Indiana walks in by himself this time Little town of around a thousand people 50 miles miles northeast of Indianapolis, 11 miles southwest of Muncie. When the teller tells him she doesn't have the key to open the door between the lobby and the bank's caged working area, Dillinger quickly and gracefully springs over the six foot barrier. This little move earns him his first nickname in the press. This is when he starts getting called the Jack rabbit. Not known how much he got. Some think around $3,500. The teller said he scooped several handfuls of cash into a sack.

He took a valuable coin collection and three diamond rings that belong to the daughter of another cashier, another teller who dropped them off earlier when she went to play tennis so they would be safe. That sucks. When Jillinger gets back to Indy, he finds out that his first robbery partner, William the Kid Shaw, isn't going to be a partner anymore.

He's been arrested for some of their earlier robberies and he gets a 10 year prison sentence. This arrest does not deter Dillinger from committing more robberies one bit. He's got a taste for it now and he wants to put together a more experienced gang to pull off bigger heists. You've got to save up enough money to break out those dudes from prison earlier that they're going to get him the big jobs. So with a variety of dirt bags, he robs more banks across Indiana as a summer of 33 continues and one hold up in a moment of anger.

He pulls the trigger on a teller and miraculously the gun jammed so he almost tries to kill somebody this summer or he does try to kill somebody almost kill them. He also gets a better Robin Banks throughout the summer. He doesn't just always barge in and demand money. He starts doing stuff like pretending to be a sales representative for a company that sells bank alarm systems. He reported the enter to a number of Indiana and Ohio banks and used this ruse to access their security systems and bank faults, you know, to case them out before he robbed them later. Another time he and the crew he's with pretend to be part of a film company,

scouting locations for a bank robbery scene, bystanders stand and smile as a real robbery ensues. And then they really take the loot. Stories like this increase is growing legend. On July 26th, before the press knows that the Jack Rabbit is John Dillinger, he returns home to Moorsville to visit his dad. And here's that his parole officer, Frank Hope, plans to have him arrested for a variety of parole violations.

Hope orders surveillance of John's sister, Audrey's home and Indie and other locations. On August 4th, John Rob's the Montpillier National Bank and Montpillier, Indiana for $6,700 doesn't care these on parole violation. You know, a few days later, Dylan Jarr has tied to a number of bank robberies by an ex-Pinkertin detective, Forest C. Huntington, who's been working for a security association, working for a variety of Indiana banks. He interviews a number of men associated with Dillinger, including William the Kid Shaw, and now the Jackrabbit is known to be John Dillinger.

And now John Dillinger is one of Indiana's most wanted men. On August 10th, Hoover's Bureau of Investigation is expanded, renamed the Division of Investigation. Also on the 10th, Indiana State Police put out an APB. All points, bulletin, all points, bulletin. Looking for John Dillinger and a few of his associates. They're looking for this guy specifically now, four days later, 10 days after the Montpelier Heist, Dillinger and some of his crew robbed the Bluffton Bank and Bluffton, Ohio for six grand.

Police in Ohio are now looking for John Dillinger. Three weeks later, September 6th, at the Massachusetts Avenue Bank in Indianapolis, Dillinger makes off with 21,000. He's getting some, you know, bigger, bigger jobs now. He has enough money now to break out some of his friends from the Indiana State prison. Those guys who taught him how to rob banks for real money. Homer Van Meter had already been released in May of that year, so he doesn't have to break him out.

But he wants to break out here, Harry Pierpont and a few other members of Harry's gang. He wants to put together a dream team of bank robbers and take things even further. And think about how insane this plan is. He's robbing banks to save up enough money, to bust a bunch of people out of prison to rob bigger banks just to even have the balls to want to try to pull that off. You know, he wants to take things further and he's already taken things pretty damn far. By the end of the summer of 33 Dillinger becoming pretty famous, he and his boys are starting to rep rob banks in a more theatrical manner, posing as alarm system reps, like you know,

film crews, like I said, you know, to begin to gain a glamour reputation as law enforcement agents try to catch them and Start making these guys look pretty inept. They dress well The media plays them up as daring depression heroes and the public eats this shit up Then on September 22nd John's criminal career almost comes to a halt this next sequence of events is so nuts to me He gets arrested on September 22nd in connection with the bluffed and robbery in Ohio. He committed on August 14th. Because the police received a tip about his whereabouts from the landlady of an old girlfriend that he'd recently visited in Dayton, Ohio.

He's jailed in Lima, Ohio, where he is sent to the Allen County jail to await trial. After searching him before letting him into the prison, the police discover a document that appears to be a prison escape plan. He won't tell them what it's about. Luckily for Dillinger, just before being arrested, he had helped put a plan in motion for the escape of Pierpont and Pierpont's other gang members, including seven other guys. He previously met in prison, most of whom who worked in the prison laundry back in Indiana. And he put that, yeah, put that plan in motion.

John used some of his money from the bank ice to buy weapons and bribe. He figures that the Indiana prison just days before he's arrested in Ohio. He smuggled seven 45 caliber pistols into the prison in a barrel of thread meant for the on-site shirt factory. Then four days after he gets arrested in Ohio, on September 26, being loyal to the guys

he'd met in prison previously, pays off big time. They do escape. Harry, Pierapont and Russell Clark tell the shirt factory superintendent, George Stevens, he was needed in the basement. They get him down there, he's jumped by the rest of the gang and taken hostage. Walter Dietrich then goes and finds deputy superintendent Albert E Evans claims he's needed to help break

up a fight in the factory basement. Evans also jumped by the gang becomes their second hostage. Pierpont had been harshly disciplined by Evans during his state of prison. He used this opportunity to get some shots in on him. He has to actually be pulled off before he goes too far and ends up killing the guy, you know, and fucking up their plans for escape. Form and Dudley triplet happens to be heading to the basement for supplies.

Although this is not part of the original plan, he's taking hostage. And now they got three. The men make Stevens lead the way through the prison. They conceal their guns, under stacks of shirts, slowly make their way through. The rest of the guards and prisoners don't even seem to notice what's going on.

There's four gates, standing between these guys in their freedom. At the first gate, Stevens tells the guard, Frank Swanson, to let this party through, or they will kill him, right? They got guns. Swanson becomes another hostage. The gang goes through the second gate in the same manner. More threats of violent death. At the third gate, they use a metal shaft. They've taken from the factory as a battering ram open the door themselves. Guard Fred Wellnitz is then badly beaten until another guard Guy Burklow opens the outer final gate of the prison.

The men in their hostages are now in the lobby of the prison's administration building. Their gang hurts eight prison workers into the prison vaults. Joe Burns, one of the people escaping shoots 72 year old prison employee finley carcin twice for not moving his ass fast enough at that moment here in the gunshots the warden louis e-conkel comes into the lobby he's made to join the rest of the workers in the vaults he's locked in there and then the game is walk out the front door just fucking leave this you know this is like a maximum security prison

well difficult to know a hundred percent who exactly escaped is likely to thought that it was Harry Pierpont, Charles Makeley, Russell Clark, Edward Shauss, John Red Hamilton, Walter D. Crick, James Oklahoma Jack Clark, Joseph Fox, Joe Burns, and Jim Jenkins. These men, along with Harry Copeland, would soon become known as the first Dillinger gang. After walking out the front door of the prison, D. Crick, James Clark, Fox, and Burns went one way. They immediately run into Sheriff Charles Neal, who would just perform to prison intake in the administration building. The men overpower him, steal his weapons, take him hostage, force him to drive them away

from the prison. They abandoned the sheriff's car near Wheeler, Indiana, steal another vehicle. That blows a tire. So now they're on foot, lost in a dense forest. Events to the group begins to see their hostage share of Neil as liabilities of burden. They fight over what to do with him. James Clark also become an a burden, complaining about stomach problems. Neil and Clark split off from the group. Clark releases Neil and Gary Indiana and the lawman immediately has Clark arrested and sent back to

prison. Guess you should have shut the fuck up about a stomach. When you're breaking out of prison, no one wants to hear you. Wine about a tummy ache. Pierpont, Russell Clark, Ed Shouse, John Hamilton, Charles, Makley, Jim Jenkins, they all go in another direction. They escape. They hit some help from the outside. They go to a gang accomplice, Mary Kinder's house.

She agreed to help the men find a safe house and evade the law if they would include her brother in the escape plan. They weren't able to do that. He wasn't in, he wasn't in firmery at the time he escaped and had to be abandoned. But when these dangerous men show up at her house, it's not like she can tell them like, well, fucking deals off. So Kender falls through on her promised help to men, sets them up with new clothes and hide out and Hamilton, Ohio. Unfortunately for Jenkins, while on the way to the safe house in Hamilton, the men have to evade the police during a chase. The

car door swings open and he's inside of and he falls the fuck out. And the rest of the men can't risk going back for him. So he's killed by police that night. Pierpont, Shao's Clark Hamilton and Makley do get safely to Ohio where they use the hide out in Hamilton as well as Pierpont's parents house to plan another jail break. They want to return the favor for John. How fucking crazy is this? The guy is just committed to daring armed escape from prison.

People are shot right, taking hostages and the first crime they plan is to immediately break into another jail. Honor amongst thieves, classic honor amongst thieves. October 12th, just 20 days after Dillinger had got arrested. Pairpont, Makley Clark, arrive in Lima to free him from jail. They meet with Sheriff Jess Sarber. Sheriff Sarber and his family live in a house on the same grounds as the jail. He along with his wife and deputy Wilbur Sharp had just finished dinner.

Pairpont, Makley and Clark come into disguise, claiming to be police officers needing to transfer Dillinger back to Indiana State prison to fucking balls in these guys. When Sheriff's Harbor asked these guys for some credentials, you know, Pierpont just shoots his gun. Shoot shoots a sheriff, then they beat him unconscious. They take the keys to Dillinger's cell, lock the deputy and the sheriff's wife in the basement and then escape. And Sheriff's Harbor dies of his wounds about two hours later.

The four men busted out Dillinger, escaped to Chicago where they joined the rest of the gang. They fucking did it. They escaped from prison and busted Dillinger out from jail and made it to Chicago to Iran Davu with other gang members. Now they need major firepower to commit the kind of robberies they have in mind. So now they decide to raid and rob a police arsenal to get those supplies. Turns out it was poorly guarded and it was easily taken over by Dillon Jordan as crew.

They raid the arsenal and they make off with multiple guns, tons of ammo and bulletproof vests. These guys are not fucking around. It feels like a movie. These guys don't give a fuck about taking on the police. This arm that, you know, that armed up now, now they're going to go on a huge crime spree. They get right to work. And the Dillinger gang robs central national bank and trust company in Greencastle, Indiana.

They take almost $75,000. A month later, November 20th, they hit the American bank in Trustco and race scene was constant from almost 30,000. Now they're becoming truly infamous, becoming super popular among the American people, right? They're making all kinds of national headlines. The press is writing all kinds of reports on these guys. They're always wearing suits and fedoras to the robberies. They're generally gracious to the bank's customers and workers. No drug or alcohol use is permitted during the planning or carrying out of any robbery, leaving less room for error, like they're giving like interviews,

discreetly depressed members. They split the loot evenly, they plan high smiticulously. These guys are dirt bags, but also consummate professionals. They start keeping business hours, all right? They're like, you know, go plan fucking bank robberies between nine and five, and then, you know, go home, have like lunch breaks and shit. John Dillinger's name, even gets to be used to sell cars

and ads. They claim Dillinger will never be caught if he continues to drive a fort. How fat? That's fucked up. You imagine if someone did that in recent history, use Trojan condoms. No other condom on the market works better to keep your seamen out of a vagina and your DNA

away from a crime scene. If Gary Ridgeway had only used Trojan brand condoms, the green river killer would still be barring women out in the woods. It's ridiculous. Various law enforcement agencies were coming increasingly agitated by both the existence of the Dillager Gang, the way their poor trade and the press, you know, which leads to growing popularity. December 5, 1933 pro-abitionist repealed by the 21st Amendment and America's black market takes a massive hit. Gone are the massive boot late liquor profits, but there's still banks to be robbed. Eight days later, December 13th, the Dillinger gang hits the Unity Trust in Savings Bank

in Chicago for almost nine grand. Next day, Chicago detective Williams Shanley follows up on a tip that the Dillinger squad may have been responsible for the robbery. He approached his gang member, John Hamilton and the garage where he's having his car detailed. And Hamilton, once he figures out this guy's detective, immediately shoots and kills him. These guys, again, they don't give a fuck about law enforcement. Two days later, the Chicago Police Department formed the Dillinger squad. Comprised of roughly 40 men led by Captain John Stig Melvin Purvis.

Their one and only job is to find the Dillinger gang, bring them to justice for their robberies and for the murder of Detective Shanley. But the Dillinger gang is leaving Chicago four days later. December 20th, take a little vacation. They head down to Florida. Oh, you know, get away from the cult. Dillinger brings his girlfriend, Evelyn Billy for shet. After spending Christmas and New Year's, partying up in Florida, the gang heads to Al Paso, Texas,

where they're hoping to sneak across the border, you know, start a new crime, spree down South, but there's a highly visible police presence on the border, prevents Dillon's during the gang from sneaking into Mexico. They try and sneak into Mexico again, South to Tucson, they make it all the way over to Arizona, too many cops again. Pictures of John's face have been circulated everywhere, right? This all this press has hurt and then big time when he comes to sneaking out of the country. Make Lee, Pierpont and Clark decide to stay in Houthong. Hide out. While Dillinger and a few other gang members decide to head back to Chicago,

Rob a few more banks. Dillinger and Hamilton planned the highest of the first national bank in East Chicago, Indiana to get more supplies. The gang attacks, state police arsenals in Auburn and Peru, Indiana, both small towns of less than 10,000 people. They steal machine guns, rifles, revolvers, more ammunition, bulletproof vest. Jesus Christ. There's too much heat on them to sneak into Mexico to the decided just to go rob more banks in an area where there's a 40 fucking officer task force looking for them. And on the way, you know, they just attacked two police arsenals, just load up. January 15th, 1934, they robbed the first national

bank, right? They were planned. During the robbery, Dillinger is confronted by officer William O'Malley, who shoots him several times, shoots Dillinger. But it doesn't matter, because he's wearing a bulletproof vest. Dillinger is unharmed, O'Malley, not so lucky. He is not wearing a bulletproof vest. Dillinger in the gang shoot back, shoot him eight times. The gang gets away with $20,000 and Dillinger is now wanted for murder in addition to so many robberies. After this heist with their cash and their arsenal, Dillinger and Hamilton head back to Tucson to meet up with the rest of the gang. Back in Tucson, Dillinger and some of his gang run into some real unfortunate luck on January 25th, a

fire breaks out at the hotel congress where the men are staying forced to leave their luggage behind their, you know, the hassle of fucking cash in it, and their weapons, their rescue to the window down a fire truck ladder by some, you know, fireman gang member Charles Makeley tips a couple of firemen, 12 bucks to climb back up and get their luggage. According to the firefighters, you know, they get a good look at several members of Dillonjers gang while they're doing this. They later recognize Makeley and another member while thumbing through a copy of True Detective and informed the police who promptly arrest five members of the gang, including Dillonjers. The police find them in possession of over 25 grand in cash, three machine guns, I'm

sorry, three submachine guns, five machine guns. Tucson celebrates this historic arrest to this day. They have their annual Dillinger Days festival, the highlight of which is a reenactment of the arrest. It was just celebrated this past January 18th and 19th at the Hotel Congress, which is still there. After they're arrest, the men are extradited to Indiana, the San trial. They're held in the Crown Point jail.

Dillinger charged with murder of that police officer in East Chicago. The police boasts the area newspapers that this jail is escape proof. They post extra guards to make sure Dillinger doesn't get out. A debate ensues between all the states where the men were wanted criminals since the gang had hit banks in Ohio, Indiana, Wisconsin, Illinois. All these states want to, you know, like want to piece these guys. So these three other states want to want to extra-dieted for justice in their state. Peerpont, Makely and Clark are sent to Ohio to stand trial for sheriff's starburst murder.

Ed Shouse, one of the escapees from Indiana State prison, ex-member of the Dillinger gang testifies against Peerpont, Makely and Clark. His testimony helps rack up charges against the gang members. In the end, both Pierpont and Makley are sentenced to death. Clark's given life in prison. On January 30, Dillinger arrives to the Lake County Jail in Crown Point, Indiana, where reporters are captivated by his charisma and sense of humor.

The dude's still just 30 years old. Hasn't even been out of prison for a year yet? He's been paroled on, or he was paroled on May 10th, 1933, just eight months later, he's back in jail again. He'd already spent a few weeks in jail back at the end of September, early October. All this just happening in such a small window of time. It's this new jail, you know,

Dillinger poses for a photo with several members of local local enforcement, including prosecutor Robert Eastle, places his arm on Eastle's shoulder and that scandalous photo will eventually ruin Eastle's career. What the fuck? Even the prosecutor sees Dillinger as a celebrity first criminal second. There are different accounts of what happened next. But the prison was certainly not a skateproof. March 3rd, 1934, less than two months

after being captured for also many crimes, including the murder of a law enforcement officer, a few months after the bus, none of another jail, where another law enforcement officer had been murdered, John and another prisoner, Herbert Youngblood, Youngblood, excuse me, escape. How crazy is that?

After all this, they finally catch him again. They catch him again. And he escapes again. One account says, Dillinger's crooked lawyer managed to smuggle a gun into John's cell and then he used its breakout. Another account says he fashioned a wooden gun out of a shelf in his cell.

Yet another account claims Dillinger carved a gun out of either a bar of soap, a washboard or a potato. Had a black in with boot polish. The wood story seems to be true. Seems like he got the wood there. Carved wood into like shape of a pistol or had a snuck in, but it was a wooden little gun and then used shoe polish, boot polish, whatever you want to call it, to make it look

real. And using this boot polish gun, he tricks a guard into opening his cell. Security had relaxed around the prison after a few weeks after his arrival. John and Herbert used John's fake gun to get a real gun from that first guard. Then they used the real gun to round up all the other guards in the jail, locked them into his cell, and they just leave. Again, it's like a movie. Dillinger then steals, shares of Liliana Holley's new Ford car, embarrassing the police department

and the town and drives back to Chicago. And in doing so, he finally breaks the federal law. He crosses the state line in a stolen car, breaking the federal national motor vehicle theft act. So odd with so many robberies, jail breaks, a murder, this would be the crime that would involve federal law enforcement. The crime was under the jurisdiction of the FBI. Still called the DOI at this point, but we'll call it the FBI. It's going to be, we call that less than a year anyway, just to, to be easier. Now Hoover's FBI takes over the Dillinger case. The FBI organizes, organizes a nationwide manhunt for Dillinger, Jay Edgar Hoover, the director of the Bureau, master of laws, jumps the chance to hunt down Dillinger. Can't wait to put his giant dick in a jar and set that jar on his desk.

Kya, kya, kya! Just get that dick in a jar, guys. Come on. Hoover hates Dillinger's popularity. Hates the fact that crime is being celebrated in America. Despite more heat than ever, right after breaking out of jail, Dillinger heads to Moore's ville, if his dad at the family farm, where he poses for pictures, holding the wooden gun and used to escape the Lake County Crown Point and jail in one hand at a 1921 Thompson machine gun in the other hand.

When the press gets word, the Dillinger had paid his father a visit and makes front-page news, makes the FBI look like a bunch of fucking idiots. The master of laws, not pleased. At this point, a lot of Johns men are in prison, he needs a new gang. Some reports say that lester, babyface Nelson, Gillis, actually helps Dillinger escape from Crown Point in exchange for Dillinger's membership in Nelson's gang. Others say Dillinger went to his old Indiana State prison friend, Homer Van Meter, looking for men to outfit a new gang.

Regardless of how it began, two of the most notorious bank robbers of the 1930s now working together. John Dillinger, the jackrabbit, psychopath, babyface Nelson. And it's called the second Dillinger gang, whether or not, you know, Nelson was leading it or not. It's called the second Dillinger gang in the press. Uh, it consists of Dillinger, Nelson, Van Meter, John Hamilton, Tommy Carroll, and Eddie Green. This gang, a far cry from the calculated and meticulous first Dillinger gang, second gang, more violent, more impulsive. Nelson has been learned earlier, hot head. The next robberies would not go smoothly.

March 6, 1934, the new gang hits the securities national bank in Truscola in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Starts off all right. All the gang members are doing their jobs. Carol's on the lookout. Outside the bank, Hamilton sits in the car ready for a getaway. Dillinger, Van Meter, Green Nelson all enter the bank to perform their assigned duties of Nelson Tommy Carol would later quote his saying that guy would walk into hell and back on a job He's a mental case, but he would fight the devil when we were hitting the bank Nelson saw motorcycle patrol when hail Keith through the window and You know as one does he stands up on the cashiers counter starts laughing like

a maniac and just indiscriminately fire says gun out of the window he does hit a key several times Keith lives but this is not the normal deal and your gang mo right now since mayhem on legs the other seemed only fire the weapons itself defense or to serve a purpose they take almost fifty grand from the bank surround themselves with hostages and buy standards on the way to gather on their car. The waiting police don't dare attempt to take out gang members when they're so close to

innocent civilians. The gang made five of their hostages stand on the car side running boards. We talked about this long time ago in Bonnie and Clyde when these guys would do this. They would create a human shield on the sides of the car as they would speed away. How much does that sucker for one of those hostages? One second you're making a deposit down until the whole bank. Next second you're hanging on the side of a fucking car, hanging on for dear life. All the most notorious gang in America is speeding off and shooting at cops.

Hold on you crumbs and take that cop us. We got the bull genu today, you cop us ain't no match for these hatcherman. We're taking our cabbage, we you'll fall to the lead. One officer manages to fire off a shot despite all this and he shoots the car's radiator before the gang drives out of sight. Slow down the car, a few miles outside of town, three police cars catch up to them but it doesn't do any good because they end up retreating in a barrage of gunfire. They're outgunned.

The gang then hijacks another car drives the hostages. They still have 10 miles further out of town, released them in escape, and they go right to plan on their next job. Just a week after the Sioux Falls robbery, March 13th, the gang hits the first national bank in Mason City, Iowa. And once again, old psychopath,

babyface Nelson causes some trouble. He, Carolyn Dillon, jurisdiction outside the bank, while the other men go in to collect the money, then Nelson goes berserk. He starts firing wildly in different directions for no obvious reason. He ends up hitting a bystander, RL James, and like, he's again, just laughing like a crazy person. He is a crazy person. Later, when Hamilton comes out of the bank, he's enraged to see another innocent

person wounded. Nelson, lying, claims that he thought the man was an officer. Meanwhile, an actual officer who's off duty, James Buchanan, sees what's happened at the bank and he grabs a sought-off shotgun and takes cover nearby. He doesn't want a fire into the crowd that is gathered to watch the robbery so he just trades insults with Dillinger,

who's guarding the bank door. Eventually Buchanan says something that pisses Dillinger off and he pulls his 38 pistol from his pocket and fires, barely missing Buchanan. Then Carol fires his weapon in an oncoming car, the quickly backs up in Fleeza scenes, coming chaotic. All this gunfire catches the attention of Judge John C. Shipley, who is working in his third floor office above the bank. He appears to the window to see what the hell the commotion is. Dillinger fires on the window, right? Warren's

Shipley to stay out of it. Shipley goes to his desk, it's a pistol, comes back, shoots Dillinger in the shoulder. After the man flee with $52,000 Shiply fires again, hits another gang member in the shoulder, Hamilton. This guy was a shoulder sharp student, son of a bitch. Nobody shoots a shoulder, like judge Shiply,

shiply the shoulder shooter. I'd like to sue Falls, Robert, the gang manages to get away, thanks to a human shield of hostages Dylan Jorn Hamilton visit a man named Dr. Neal's Mortensen in the middle of the night to have their wounds attended to three days later Herbert Youngblood Youngblood the guy Dillinger had escaped with with the wooden gun shot and killed by police and port Huron, Michigan just wanted to end his story.

A week after the Mason City robbery on March March 20th, Dillinger moves into the Lincoln Court Department in St. Paul, Minnesota with his girlfriend, Evelyn Billy for Shet. The couple uses the alias Aleses, Mr. and Mrs. Carl T. Helman. The Lincoln Court Land Lady, Daisy Coffee, immediately suspicious. Dillinger and his girl immediately start throwing

loud parties that would last all night, frequently visited by other suspicious people. Dillinger, very bad at laying low. Eventually, coffee decides to let the Minnesota branch of the Bureau of Investigation, right? The FBI essentially know of the odd happenings in the apartment. Lincoln Court was then put under surveillance by federal agent Rufus Coulter and another federal agent Rusty Nalls. Man, so close to Rusty Nails, weird.

11 days later, March 31st, Koulter and Nalls, along with St. Paul, Police Detective Henry Cummings, continued to surveil the Lincoln court complex, looking for Hudson, Sedan, coffee headmaid, no dove to the bureau. Koulter and Cummings decide to head up to the apartment to talk to the suspicious tenants.

Billy, Dillinger's girlfriend, answers the door, only cracked it open a few inches. She tells the men she wasn't dressed. You have to wait a few minutes for her to be ready to talk to them. Nalls in the car downstairs sees Gang member, Homer van meter, pull up to the apartment complex. Agent Colter goes to phone to inform the bureau of the attempt to engage with whoever is in the apartment and then van meter suddenly appears in a hallway. Van meter evades officer's questions when they see him, tries to call me, walk back down the stairs, Colter follows him to the lobby, where Van meter spins

around and opens fire. Colter flees outside, where Null is telling him to disable van meter's car, Colter shoots out a few tires on van meters Ford, but van meter manages to get away, car jacking a passerby. Meanwhile, Billy has realized that the men at the door, law enforcement, obviously, at this time, she's told Dillinger they've been found. After hearing Van Meter shots from the lobby, Dillinger fires to the door of his apartment in the hallway where Cummings still stood, Cummings dives for cover. This is like movie fucking shit. Dillinger comes into the hallway, continued to shoot, Cummings shoots back.

There's a significant imbalance of firepower between the two men. Dillinger has a Thompson submachine gun. Right? Can fire bursts of bullets at a time. Cum, Dylan has a Thompson submachine gun, right, in fire bursts of bullets at a time. Cummings has a police revolver holds five rounds. Despite the disadvantage, Cummings shoots, Dylan's your hits him in the calf with one of his few bullets, then manages to flee down the stairs and run out of the building, fleeing for his life, Dylan's your infrasht, exit the building through a back door, drive off

in the Hudson. They had to Eddie Green's safe house where Dr Clayton May is called to look at Dylan Jones' wound. Dylan Jones moved the apartment of Augusta Salt where may work some patients who can't come to the office. April second, two days later, Eddie Green visits Dylan Jones' assault department. Later that day, he would be tracked down and shot by FBI G-men. He died of his wounds on April 11th, but not before making several delirious statements to the investigators. Things are getting crazier. Dillon Jurner's girlfriend decided to visit John's family now

in Moore'sville, how the fuck is the FBI not surveying this place? In the middle of all this insanity, they stay with John Sr. and reconnect with other family members between April 5th and 8th. Five days later, John and his half brother, Huber getting a car accident.

The Dillon Jurner's returning from Ohio where they would attempt to visit Harry Pierpont's parents. Hubert fell asleep at the wheel. And I'm sorry, he's kind of like five days after an earlier event, but in the middle of this April 58, April 7th, this happens. Both Dillon jurors flee the scene after Hubert falls asleep at the wheel, rams into another car and end up 200 feet out in the woods. In the car, police find some odd items, including maps, a length of rope,

and a bull whip. Yes, a bull whip. Hubert will later say that his brother John was going to use that whip on a former lawyer, Joseph Ryan, who had taken some retainer money from John. In the middle of all this, on the run from the law, healing from a gunshot wound, he wants to find his old lawyer and fucking bull whip him. Two days later, April 9th, John and Billy drive to Chicago to meet up with friends of the Dillinger gang, hoping they could find another safe house. A man Dillinger had worked with in the past, an underworld figure Larry Strong promises to help him. Larry sends him to his tavern to await details. Billy enters first to make sure it's safe for John. It's not. Strong had turned against Dillinger and

police officers were inside the tavern waiting for him. Billy is captured by special agents. John becomes frantic, panics runs off. He can't help her. Dillinger immediately hires his lawyer, Lewis Beket, not the guy who's going to fuck a whip to take on her case. Meet with him often over the next few days to discuss it. Billy is fined $1,000 since two years in prison for harboring a fugitive. Dillinger pays her fine. Though Beette claims the money comes from Billy's sister. As the very fugitive Billy's in trouble for harboring, paying the fine, she incurred for harboring him would not obviously look good for her.

John now desperately wants to break Billy out of prison, even going as far as casing the prison to get a feel for the layout and robbing another police arsenal and wore sight in Diana with van meter to acquire more guns. Guys love to get more guns. John is talked out of it by Billy herself. Right, please just let me serve the time. The gang along with their wives and girlfriends decides it would be best to go into hiding.

Yeah. April 20th. The whole of the remaining second-dillager gang, Dylan Jervan meter, baby face Nelson, Carol Hamilton, their wives and girlfriends, Geng Aaron Runner, Pat Riley, checking to the little bohemia lodge in Manitwish Waters, Wisconsin. It hoped to have a nice quiet weekend of food and cards, but that wasn't the way things would work out. Two days later, the lodge owner, a meal, want a winnatka, feels something is a miss during

a game of cards. He's playing with Dillinger, Nelson and Hamilton. He thinks it's weird how whenever he wins a hand, Nelson and Dillinger put guns against his head and say stuff like, huh, looks like he lost again. And me, oh, bad luck. You got some real bad luck, you dirty crumb. He's like, I don't, I don't remember that being in the rules. No, he notices when Dillinger wins a hand and Dillinger stands up to collect his winnings, he's got a shoulder holster. So, he starts looking around, sees that everybody's armed. Well, out of town, the next day,

a mill's wife tells a friend, Harry Voss, that she thinks the Dillinger gang is standing at their fucking hotel. Voss calls the federal agents to fill the man on the situation. Agent Melvin Purvis, not wanting to waste any time, or let the gang get away, immediately mobilizes the team to fly from Chicago

to Wisconsin, right? He's part of that task force, that 40-man team. The team plans on simply sneaking up to the lodge, taking the gang by surprise. There weren't many roads into the lodge. The building's backed out onto a lake, so a purpose assumes there's not going to be that many ways for gang members to escape the raid. This is the very early days of the Bureau. There's not very many protocols to follow this, you know, to, for this type of raid. No roadblocks have been set up. Local authorities were not informed.

The agents were not completely sure of the layout or the lodge or of the lodge or who exactly was meant to even be in there so they don't go in very prepared. That night, the little bohemian lodge is having a dinner special that attracts around 75 people. Some guests are still leaving just as the agent show up. A car leaving the lodge approaches the agents who shout at the driver to stop and identify himself. The men in the car, John Hoffman, Eugene Bosnow, John Morris don't hear the command because

they got the radio cranked up. They're having an animated conversation and the agents open fire on these poor bastards. Right? They kill one of them wound two others. These three guys totally innocent. No connection to the gang. John Hopper was a local man. Eugene and John Morris were two civilian conservation core workers in town for a job that all come to take advantage of dollar dinner night and then they've gotten shot to pieces. Hearing the gunfire gang member Pat Riley and his

girlfriend Pat Sherrington who returned from an errand Riley was running for Van Meter. They make a hasty break for freedom, agents shoot at Riley and Sherrington, but they manage to get away. And now all hell breaks loose. Sunday Sunday Sunday. The Dillinger gang takes on the G-man at the little Bohemian lodge in Manitowish Waters, Wisconsin.

John double docky dick plus a pogo stick dealinger. George, baby face, please have a drink and put the gun down, psychopath Nelson. Take on some agents about to be standing some real deep shit for shooting the wrong three men. We'll sell you the whole seat, but you'll only need the edge. It really is a fucking showdown. Gunfire erupts between Dildjers gang and the G-Men.

Dommie, Tommy guns, blazing, Dinosaur Screamin'. People are flying for cover glass as shattering, and then somehow the whole gang manages to escape, despite the FBI's effort to surround and storm the lodge. Everybody gets away. Federal agent W.C. Carter-Bomb shot dead by babyface Nelson during the gun battle. One gang member, John Hamilton, does get shot during the escape, dies of his wounds a few days later on the 27th. He's buried in a gravel pit in Uswego, Illinois by Dillinger, Van Meter, and Friends. The raid on the little bohemia lodge catastrophic for the Bureau, for Hoover and Purvis personally.

With one Bureau agent, one civilian dead, many others wounded, no gang members in custody. It was a disaster. Many call for Hoover's resignation and purpose's suspension. Down with the master of laws, nobody sucks like Hoover. The heat is on like never before. The entire country now look for Dillinger. Hamilton has just died. Nelson is yet to return from his escape after Little Bohemia.

This leaves Dillinger, Van Meter and Carroll, to have to scroundge up some money to evade the law by themselves. So guess how they raised that money? They robbed a bank. This leaves Dillinger, Van Meter and Carol to have to scroundjep some money to evade the law by themselves. So guess how they raised that money? They robbed a bank. Van Meter knows of a town in Ohio that was unlike their usual hits. They probably wouldn't be suspected. Fosteria was a railroad town of about 12,000 home of Major League Baseball player 1969 All-Star

pitcher, Grant Jackson. Winning pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates in game seven of the 79 World Series. Better pro athletes than Dick Dickey, but a man with a much more boring name, so I won't keep going on about it. Foss Story had about 140 trains slowly making their way through the center of town on a daily basis. Meticulous bank robbers like Herman Lamm would never plan a hike in a town that was practically inescapable.

This would be one of their most dangerous robberies. The men had learned to work in a five or six man team. Now they have three. They can't do a test run. They don't know the layout. They just know that the town's covered in train tracks where a train could block through escape route at any turn. But the men need money. And as Van Meter said, if they pulled it off, they probably wouldn't even be suspected. Carol's the getaway driver leaving Dillon Jurn van meter to go in alone. They're used to having a lookout to the door and at least one other man in the building for crowd control, not having cased the bank beforehand. The man don't even know that there are two more exits inside the bank, one go into a jeweler store, one to a drug store, would be hostage.

Francis Hillier manages to use one of these escapes to just escape the robbery. She runs to find Frank Culp, the chief of police. As Culp enters, he's spotted by Van Meter, who shoots at him, hit him in the chest with his machine gun. Carol hears shots from down the street where he waits and then get away car. He gets down, begins firing wildly in the direction of the bank. She's getting more violent messy with these guys. Two civilians, Robert Shields and R.W. Pally, they're hit by the barrage.

More townspeople come out now. People who usually would delight to watch a bank robbery. They see these alas, they start shooting at them using their favorite escape tactic, van meter and dillinger take two hostages, bill, dob and Ruth Harris, force them to accompany them outside, stand on the running boards of the car, use them as human shields until they get safe. That a town, they did manage to steal over $17,000. And at first, no one thought it was a Dillinger gang. Dillinger and van meter buy a red Ford with some of their highest money, use it as a mobile, mobile safe house.

The outfit it with mattresses in the back of the truck, living it for several weeks, split in time between the truck and a dilapidated shack in the woods. Rugged times for America's most notorious bank robbers. On May 18th, partially in response to Dillinger, US President FDR assigned the bill given more power to the federal government to fight crime. For the first time, law's grant powerful rights to the agents of the federal government. The anti-crime package also establishes step punishments for many of Dillinger's offenses, including bank robbery and cross-nastatelines to avoid the law.

Few days later, May 23rd Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker, the equally infamous Bonnie and Clyde, killed in a police ambush in Louisiana. The next day, John and Van Meter driving their Ford truck to a back road in East Chicago when a pair of policemen drive up. Van Meter decides they're either going to jail or they're shooting these cops and he's not going to jail. Van Meter guns officers, Martin O'Brien and Lloyd Movil, down with his Tommy gun before the men even have a chance to reach for their weapons or exit the car. Their bodies are found the next day. Police assume it's the work of the Dillinger gang, you know, papers even report that the men were slain in Dillinger's style. Man, Homer van meter. They got to now fuck around quick to reach for that Tommy gun. Dillinger

would later express remorse for these killings saying that they were just officers doing their jobs and they didn't deserve to die. It's clear now that the authorities are closing in on Dillinger. With the latest murders, he's officially being blamed for crimes that police aren't even sure he committed. He needs to do something drastic, so he asked his lawyers to find him a reliable plastic surgeon to alter his face enough that he won't be recognized. Again, it's just like a movie. He was released from Indiana State Prison barely a year earlier.

Now on May 27th, John and Van Meter moving to James, uh, Probosco's house, Probosco a former boxer, member of a diamond heist ring briefly trained as a veterinarian now to make shift operating home uh... room in his home uh... his lawyers reach out underworld doctor william loss her and as assistant doctor herald casty they've been in trouble with the law they don't have licenses anymore they need money

proboscow says for five grand he'll set everything up he'll get the doctors he'll pay the doctors you can use house, you can get your plastic surgery. And they do perform on him, May 28th, plastic surgery almost kill him. Dylan didn't tell him how much he'd eaten that day for whatever reason, and they give him the wrong amount of anesthetic, and he loses consciousness and almost dies. They bring you back to the CPR, and then still perform surgery, and it's brutal. He keeps waking up from anesthesia and anesthesia not being right. He was vomiting from an ether overdose and the pure shock of being

awakened during the surgery over the course of several hours. They removed three moles, give him a rudimentary facelift and fill in his cleft chin. Later, once the swelling goes down, the injury allegedly says, I don't even look any different than I did. With the newly released realized fingerprint database, John and Van Meter also opt to have these doctors erase their fingerprints. Dr. Loser had invented a system of fingerprint removal, combining nitric and hydrochloric acids.

It was an excruciating procedure, and he charged them in an additional $100 per finger. After John's death, he would testify about the work he did on Dillinger and fan meter Now by the summer of 1934 Dillinger had dropped completely out of sight He's got a new look FBI have no leads to follow if he could have kept his head down He might have actually gotten away with all this But he doesn't he dressed into Chicago where everyone's looking for him takes on the alias Jimmy Lawrence Takes a clerk job makes a new girlfriend named Polly Hamilton, who's unaware of his true identity, stupid stay alone, be gone,

loose to Fina. And a large metropolis like Chicago, he thinks he can just lead an anonymous existence and he does for a little while. However, again, Chicago is where the most he does on him. Somehow, Dillinger doesn't realize he's at the center of an FBI dragnet. When authorities find out that one of Dillinger's recent getaway cars is on a Chicago side street. They're like, yep, he's here. He's in the city. And then on June 22, his 31st birthday, he's informally named America's first public enemy number one on a speech or in a speech given by U.S. Attorney General Homer S. Cummings celebrates his birthday by going out to dinner with Polly. Why isn't he hiding? An FBI agent with letters, letters, layers, say about him. Excuse me, it was all a game to Dillinger. It was his

wits against the FBI's wits and Dillinger was winning. He wasn't going to hide. He loved this game. The next day the US Justice Department offers a $10,000 reward for the rest of Dillinger and a $5,000 reward for infoleting to his arrest. Awards for criminals had just been made possible by new legislation days earlier. All but three members of the second Dillinger gang. Now dead, Dillinger fears arrest them, will soon be dead as well. It's down to Dillinger, Van Meter, and Babyface Nelson. With their funds depleted by surgeries, eyes on a comfortable retirement and tropical

location, they decide to plan one more big robbery. They want a hundred grand this time. They choose the Merchants National bank in South Bend, Indiana. As many as three other men were brought in on the heist, their identities have never been conclusively proven. Some speculate one was pretty boy Floyd, a man who would take over Dylan just places public enemy number one after his death. Van meters to look out that day.

The others make their way into the bank. And then one of the unidentified men starts shooting at the ceiling. He's fucking lunatics. The noise prompts officer Howard Wagner to investigate. Van Meter sees him coming. Of course, Van Meter does what he does, shoots him before he has a chance to get to the bank. He dies on the scene.

Classic Van Meter, shoot first. Don't bother asking any questions. The shooting sets off a panic in the streets. Chaos, people are running for safety. Van Meter hears sirens in the distance. Harry Berg, local shop owner, grabs his pistol, shoots at one of the robbers. Berg manages to hit Nelson, who is not willing to do to his bulletproof vest.

Hothead Nelson goes ape shit after being shot at. Swings around starts wildly firing in the vague direction of the shooter. Bullets are shattering shop windows and car windshields outside. Buy standards are getting hit. Joseph Palowowski, a teenager who was passing by the scene, jumps on Nelson's back, tries to stop him from shooting. Nelson struggles free, slams him into a glass window. The boy gets shot in the hand by a stray bullet and he passes out. Classic Polock. He passes out from getting shot in the hand. He probably thought that's where his brain was.

He probably held up his hand screaming, help! I've been shot in the head. JK, stupid running joke for new listeners. Please arrive in the scene Bullets continue to fly from both sides the shootout racks up thousands of dollars in property damage wound six civilians Then meter grays by bullet almost you know grays his head technically hits him in the head Dillinger and the gang get a ways they usually do by taking hostages one of them is the bank president The heist didn't go like they hoped and they only made about $30,000. Not enough for a tropical retirement. They got to rob another bank. A few days later, July 4, Independence Day, Dillinger moves into the Department of Anna Sage who owns several brothels. John was dating Polly who was a former prostitute under Anna. Sage's real name was Anna,

Companus, who was a Romanian madam, facing deportation back to her native Romania. She met with federal agent Melvin Purvis. Like, guys, been trying to catch him on July 21st. She promises to turn over Dillinger. If she be allowed to stay in the US, Purvis says he can't guarantee to stop her deportation proceedings, but he'll try.

She agrees to tell him the fear that Dillinger, his girlfriend and herself would soon be attending. She would later be known as the woman in red, despite wearing an orange dress the next night. And by the way, she would also get deported after all this, helping out. She would get deported back to Romania. The next night July 22, Dillinger intends the film Manhattan, Melodrama, the film starring Clark Gabel and Mickey Rooney, about two orphans growing up on both sides of the law, fall

in love with the same woman at the biographed theater in the Lincoln Park neighborhood of Chicago. I've been there many times. Oh, in this neighborhood, Justice Sage said he would. Dillinger was with his girlfriend, Polly Hamilton and Anna in her orange dress. Once they determined Dillinger was in the theater, the aging contacts J Edgar Hoover for instructions. The master of laws recommends that they wait outside rather than risk a gun battle in a crowd of theater. He also tells agents to not put themselves in danger and that any man could open fire on Dillinger at the first sign of resistance. When the movie lets out, the lead agent,

standing by the front door, signals Dillinger's exit by lightness of guard. Both he and the other agents involved would later report that Dillinger turned his head when he did that, looked directly at him, then walked by, glanced across the street, slowly moved ahead of his female companions, then pulled a gun and quickly ran into a nearby alley. He knew he spotted them, he knew they were coming. While John ran, these three agents quickly opened fire on him, firing five shots. Dylan Jure's hit from behind, falls face first to the ground. Two female bystanders slightly wounded in the legs and buttocks by bullet fragments.

Dillinger struck four times. Two bullets graze him. One causes a superficial wound to his right side. The fatal bullet enters through the back of his neck, severed the spinal cord, passes into his brain, exits just under his right eye, severing two sets of veins and arteries. There were also reports when this happens of people after he falls down dead, dip in their handkerchiefs and skirts into the pool of his blood, right?

So they could have keepsakes for this entire affair. And ambulance is called, but he's dead. He probably died before he had the ground. Die without saying a word. At 10.50 pm, July 22nd, 1934, he's pronounced dead officially at Alexian Brothers Hospital. His body's taken to the county, Cook Morg, get those photographs. That's where the infamous boner pick comes from throughout the night.

Most the next day, a huge throng of curiosity seekers parades to the Morg to catch a glimpse of Dillinger. So weird. So many people come to the chief corner, finally complained that the mob is interfering with his work. Cook County deputies have to be posted to keep the crowds away. Dillinger's family identifies the body, but the Desperado had recently undergone right that plastic surgery, died his hair black, in an attempt to hide his identity, and they're like, I don't know if that's him.

Friends and acquaintances claim that the dead body was shorter, heavier than Dillinger. And a barber familiar with the bandage's hair said that his hair was too thick. Later in 1965, a California man wrote to Indianapolis news claiming to be Dillinger, but was dismissed as a nut. The identity of the body line at Crown Hill Cemetery could easily be figured out with a DNA test, but exhumation is not a casual undertaking. And it hasn't been done. And rumors that Dillinger was not shot that day continue to persist, but know his serious historian seems to believe them. Again, Romadian, Madam, and a sage, she becomes a hated figure, she is deported. Dillinger is a national hero in death,

like he was in life, which is ridiculous. The dude was a stone-cold murderer, Mayhem master, ran from agents with the gun, he escaped from jail twice, shot people. I think they did the right thing, shooting him there. Other people would think that they got a little reckless shooting him down. They wanted them taken alive.

So July 25th, 1934, the body of Dillinger probably is body buried at Crown Hall Cemetery. After a Christian ceremony, he laid to rest in the Dillinger family plot. His gravestone vandalized many times over the next several years by people taking souvenirs. Fans continue to observe John Dillinger day July July 22nd in Chicago, is a way to remember the fabled bank robber. Members of the John Dillinger Diantre view society traditionally gathered the biography on the anniversary of his death, retraces last walk to the alley, following a bagpipe playing amazing grace.

Weird. Weird. Why do you see this dude as a hero? You know, I doubt any of the human shields forced to ride on the side of his fucking getaway cards, you know, whatever it is any John Dillarder event. And all that takes us out of this action packed, led, filled, time-soc timeline. Holy shit, I have some exciting stuff. Good job, soldier.

You made it back. Barely. So pretty insane tale, what a crazy life. Despite all you just heard, John Dillinger, not even Indiana's most successful bank robber though. That honor or dishonor belongs to Leon and Morris Johnson. The brothers Johnson referred to by Indianapolis police as robbery incorporated, executed upwards of 3,000 stickups at bank sparrows, gas stations, and grocers from late 50s until the mid-70s

taken an estimated $2 million. Maybe we should suck them someday. That is some crime spree. Former Indianapolis police department officer John Flaack called the brother's slippery eels because they continually evaded capture, but in the the end they were cut almost always get caught in the end by the time it was done the u.s. government spent more money trying to catch John Dillinger than he ever sold estimated that john dillinger made away with approximately five hundred thousand

dollars total roughly seven million uh... today's dollars during his fourteen months long crimes free the government spent two million, roughly 28 million dollars trying to catch him. Villains were participated in three gangs was involved in a string of dramatic bank robberies across the country. He escaped several police and FBI traps, rated numerous police armories, helped to mastermind the biggest escape ever from the Indian and state prison at Michigan city.

Those escapees broke him out of jail. You know, days later, you escaped again again later from a, from capture with a wooden gun because of how people fell during the Great Depression because of the anger over the economy, anger towards the government, anger towards the banks. He was a fucking rock star before there were rock stars. The prosecutor posed for a picture with him before, you know, or after his rest. He was a bad man, but beloved by many. He was very, very good at doing very bad shit. So now let's take a few more looks back at many. He was very, very good at doing very bad shit. So now let's take a few more looks back at this dude

who was in so many ways a dude who just had no fucks to give. A guy who wasn't a good guy, but a bad guy with giant stone balls who fearlessly went after whatever he wanted in life with a gun in his hand. Time, suck, tough, five takeaways. Number one, John Dillinger didn't have a giant penis in his hand. Number one, John Dillinger didn't have a giant penis that we know of, but based on, you know, what he did, he may have had to tuck his balls into his boots when he's robbing

those banks. Maybe we had some huge ass balls. Number two, Richard Geer has killed several gerbils by sticking them up his ass. Stallone was right, calling him out on that. It's fucked up. JK, got you down. No, number two, John was one of the reasons we have the FBI today. He and his gang and others like Bonnie and Clyde and Babyface Nelson

fucked so much shit up across the country that the federal government made a number of monumental changes in interstate policing and procedures. One of the major outcomes was the FBI. Number three, people always seem to love anti-heroes. Dillinger and his gang killed people, but America still liked them more than the government and law enforcement who were trying

to save people from being killed. Why is that? Because we humans are not rational meat sect. And I think because, you know, we just don't like being told what to do. To a fault sometimes, we don't like being told what to do. Number four, J. Edgar master of laws, laws Hoover sent jeemans after Dillinger and Dillinger evaded them like he was a fucking road runner and they were wily coyote. With Dillinger getting away over and

over again, Telli didn't. Eventually he didn't. That's the thing about these guys. They might pull off like a hundred high Centauros, but they still usually end up dead or in prison. Good to remember. Number five, a little bit of new info. Dillinger has had at least six movies made about his life. There are the three movies simply titled Dillinger, one made in 1945, one in 73, one in 91. There was also a cheesy 1950s film called Guns Don't Arqueo. The 1979 film The Lady in Red,

and the more recent public enemies came out in 2009. Public enemy stars Johnny Depp is Dillinger. I just put it on my watch list. Now I got butch Cassie to Sundance, Kate with Paul Newman, Robert Redford and public enemies with John Depp or Johnny Depp and a huge cast of characters playing other gangsters and Jimin on my watch list. That movie grossed well over 200 million to the box office, got some pretty good reviews. And I know many of us have, you know, more time in our hands to watch stuff right now.

So maybe those are two movies you should check out. Time, suck, tough, five, take away. Dylan Jaron is possibly massive wheen have been sucked. I hope that was fun and interesting and a good little escape. Thanks to the time suck team, Quinted the Suck Lindsey Cummins, high priestess, Harmony Velocamp, Reverend Dr. Paisley, the Biddle Lixer design crew with the app, Logan and K. Dispicy,

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regarding the state of today's pandemic, talk about the disease, response to the disease, government moves, the economy, more. I also going to talk about the 1918 flu pandemic, everyone keeps comparing the coronavirus pandemic to. And I throw out the most knowledge I can next Monday, make it bearable to listen to it, then the Monday after that, a sex suck is going to get fucking wild, going to be loose to phenophil. So, you've got some more entertainment coming your way. Also have scared to death if you want to listen to that. If you haven't already for more podcast entertainment, we've got, uh, you know, well over 20 episodes now of that.

And then again, all the stand up stuff I talked about earlier and new special plenty of stuff on Spotify, Pandora, lots of free content for you to enjoy. Stay safe. Don't go crazy. Love you, meat sacks. Time now for today's Time Sucker Updates. First up, an update we shared on the Secret Suck that needs to be shared here. Very uncertain and stressful time, all of that is terrible for mental health, luckily

Spaceless or Andrew Wilmer set up a mental health support group on Facebook, specifically for members of the TimeSuck community, top fucking shelf meat sack Andrew writes, Hey Dan, this is Spaceless or Andrew Wilmer's just wanted to say thank you for telling the Spaceless about my mental health group. I have a request, you can also say something about it on TimeSuck. I created it for all meat sacks, hail Nimrod and keep on sucking, below is the link if you need it again, your loyal Spac at Andrew Banana Sucker, Wilmer's. Boom, done, Andrew. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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with my sliding doors open like most delivered drivers do. My speakers auto pause and play when the truck is turned off and on. So I turn the truck on after making a stop and right as a jogger runs by my door, your voice comes through the speaker, bellowing, eat a dick, you up and he bitch. Ha ha ha.

Her head whips her around. She almost trips over her feet, stares at me for a second, and as I prepare for a verbal beating, she just laughs and asks, what the hell are you listening to? So best case scenario, you maybe have another new listener, worst case scenario, and maybe have a formal complaint

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We have always referred to our grandmother as Baba, although being Irish savages, we pronounce it Baba. The white trash doesn't end there as a great grandmother is called Big Baba. So, surprising the none of my aunts are keen on the concept of having their name changed to Baba, so the tradition may die out. Thanks for keeping this mailman entertained as he is soaked by Seattle rain, suck on,

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Stay safe. Why so fucking dirty me pause often and keep on sucking BJ? Two more messages, incredible sucker, Jackson Compton, has been saved from the depths of wackadootleness by the suck and I couldn't be happier. Jackson writes, hello, Dan of the, the man of many titles, longtime sucker Jackson here from Northern California.

I've been wanting to write you for a long time now, but it is the recent influx of heated emails that have inspired me to reach out. Let me start out by saying that I was very disillusioned with life when I was younger. Not to mention I was doing a decent amount of psychedelics. As it doesn't tend to aid in thinking critically. Therefore, when I flunked a year and was sent to work at my family store, I had a ton of questions and not a whole lot of answers.

I was 17, I worked with my uncle. His morning routine was to listen to info wars and then follow it up with a whole slew of David Ike videos. Sweet. Well, long story shortish, I got in deep and I mean real deep. I had all of the curiosity and none of the bullshit detector which made it easier for me to buy into what David was saying wholeheartedly. I watched hours and hours of his videos and bought a couple of his books. So you could say that by the time I started listening to Times Look, I had gone full lizards are eating our fucking babies. Wack a doodle.

I heard about Times Look on Pandora when I listened to your standup for Ligislites, I decided to check it out. I loved it immediately, quickly binge six episodes that were out, saw the David Ike suck, listened and became enraged as you shit on the man I had viewed as the one and only profit of divine truth in the world. After that, I almost sent you a strongly worded email, so glad I didn't lol, almost stop listening. But I love the suck so much that I continue to listen and I put our differences aside. Which that part is about my favorite part, that my favorite part of this whole message. Well, almost. Actually, your transition is my

favorite part, but this is a close second. Well then the secret suck came out and I became a space that I immediately, I listened intently as you delved into David Ike's work every week on a secret suck and continued to thoroughly debunk it with cold logic and reason. Not just by making fun of him, which is very important because by doing this you forced me to look at the whole situation with a fresh perspective instead of just becoming offended and riding you off as close minded as I did in the past. I want to tell you this so that you know that your aggressive stance against wacky doodles really changes lives. You pulled me out of a full on downward spiral that was going nowhere fast. For this I cannot

thank you enough Dan, you've given me a new lease on life, now I can focus on the important things without constantly being worried about stupid fucking lizard people. Alien things or whatever. I love you in the time of the crew so much. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Please never stop shitting on these dangerous fuck stupid ideas. Your sucker and powerful reptilian overlord forever. Jackson, Compton, PSI, I am still subscribed to David Icon YouTube, but now it is just for the laughs.

Nimrod is so pleased. I love you, Jackson. Woo! Your message gives me hope, man, if you can get away from Mike and then Alex Jones and those types in the world, you know that means more can also leave the fold of those dangerous con men, those fucking fear mongers who ruin lives under the guys of free and that's what I hate about them the most. There's this whole message of I'm freeing your mind, I'm freeing you from the matrix. No, you're getting people focused

on the wrong shit so they don't improve their lives. And I hate them for doing that and I love you for sending that message. Stay strong during this insanity. Keep thinking critically, you beautiful son of a bitch, the hail fucking Nimrod. Last message of the week coming in from wonderful sucker, Ashley Rogers. Ashley writes about the importance of community. She writes, dear, a suck master. I'm very sad to say I missed your shows

in Nashville this weekend because of my coronavirus fears. It was a tough call for me to make. I have been looking forward to this for months. I've heard for years about your giant, giant penis. I heard that during the meet and greet sometimes you just kind of let it flow down the line like a snake and let various people just touch it and rub it for luck. No, I added that part.

So ashtray never said that. Ashtray Rogers never wrote that part. I started lying after looking for this for months. Then ashy says, but ultimately I would have felt selfish for taking the risk and I made the decision to be extra cautious for my family, hoping this all passes as quick as possible. So I can travel to see you in another city

later in the year. I did want to let you know that in these uncertain times I'm trying to find ways to help my fellow meat sacks. Being part of the cult of curious has given me such a sense of community. And I want to share that like a missionary for Nimrod. My grandparents, you mean the world to me are at high risk for COVID-19 like so many others. I took groceries to them today. Couldn't help but think of all the people in their demographic that don't have this support system. So I created a Facebook group called helping people at high risk for COVID-19 to connect people who need to get groceries, supplies, medications, et cetera, with people who can help them please post that in the Facebook Ulta Curies group, by the way.

If it can even help one person stay safe, it's worth it. It would mean so much to this long time sucker. If you could help me spread the word to more people, grow this network of human beings looking out for one another. Thanks for all you do. Stay safe on the road. Keep on sucking. Ashley Rogers. Well, thank you, Ashley, such an amazing meat sack. Yes, we need each other ironically more than ever during this period of social isolation. Yes, people check out that group helping people at high risk for COVID-19 on

Facebook. Please put a link in our Facebook, Colt, Curious Group. And thank God for the internet right now. And thanks, thanks for these groups being possible. This is exactly the kind of shit we need in addition to humor. It needs to be spread inside the Colt de Curie's and everywhere else right now. Way to be a great example.

Sounds like you definitely made the right decision. Skip in the show. Because of how much I travel, I will not be seeing my grandparents for a while and I will not be traveling for a while. And I beg my grandparents to hunker down for a bit and stay away from the fucking slot machine. They were still going in the height of all the news. They decided to go to the casino and sit on the slots for hours.

I'm like, are you fucking kidding me? Do you want it? Do you just want to get it? Take, carry yourself. Good luck, Ashley. Good luck to all of you. Stay informed. Hail Nimrod and just try to keep your head up as much as possible. You're beautiful, beautiful bastards.

Had the best week you can right now, space is don't rob any banks. It's tempting. Is that maybe yeah you could get sick hard to rob and keep social distance Luckily, you can keep social distance while you keep on sucking Jingle bell jingle bell jingle, jingle bell, runk. I got a hundred and twenty seven inch cock. I throw it over my shoulder and rub it around my waist. Just like Dylanger used to do. Making up a bunch of silly dick jokes. I step up and stop and get to my home. Why am I doing this when lenses running

errands? To help our families stay safe, it's not the right time or a bright time to make these stupid jokes. But I keep doing it because it cracks me up to think about such a huge dick. I don't know what I'm saying because I didn't write any stuff down making it up as the... You got the gist.