Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 267 - Doctor Satan: The Insane Story of Serial Killer Marcel Petiot

Episode Date: October 25, 2021

Happy Halloween! This episode feels appropriately dark enough for Halloween week. French serial killer Marcel Petiot was an evil genius. A master manipulator. And the greatest scam artist we've covered here so far. He likely lied his way into a medical degree. He ended up working at a psychiatric hospital  when he was supposed to be a patient. He collected 100% disability payments while working full time as a doctor while also double charging his patients. He built his practice up by slandering other doctors. He became mayor by sabotaging an opponent's campaign. And he may be France's most prolific serial killer. While he was charged with 27 murders, he killed an unknown amount of people by fabricating a French resistance group during Nazi occupation and tricking people into paying him to help them start new lives in Argentina. But they only ended up in  his murder mansion. Anything else I give away will just spoil this episode! So many twists and turns. So much, "how could this have happened???" This story is a wild one - hope you love it!Thanks to Bad Magic Patreon supporters, we'll be donating somewhere around $15,600 this month to RAINN - the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network - America's largest anti-sexual violence organization. Call 1-800 656-HOPE if you've been sexually assaulted or to report a sexual assault. The call is confidential. To learn more: https://www.rainn.org/Watch the Suck on YouTube:  https://youtu.be/C1kameL5UnEMerch - https://badmagicmerch.com/  Discord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89vWant 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/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste)Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcastWanna become a Space Lizard? We're over 10,000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcastSign 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.

Imagine having a foreign army come and occupy your home country, your hometown. They're pushing people around who you've known your entire life, others are disappearing, these foreign invaders will not hesitate to execute problem people and crack down harshly on any sign of resistance. They spread chaos and division amongst your countrymen, and you find yourself in a position of escape or die. Now imagine that you found a way out of this living hell. You've heard whisperings about a band of resistance fighters who have created a network and underground railroad

of sorts designed to get you and your family out of occupied territory and across the sea where you'll have a new identity and can start living a new life. The cost is not cheap, but what's being offered is priceless, freedom and escape from evil. But then when you arrive at the mansion of the doctor who is the supposed head of this resistance organization, you don't find the beginning to a new journey to freedom. You find an evil serial killer and your journey is now ending in possibly an extremely horrific way. You didn't purchase a ticket to a new life. You paid to be butchered. This is the story of Dr. Satan, aka Marcel Petio, a French serial killer who murdered Jews and Gentiles alike, as he tried to escape the German Gestapo when the Nazis invaded

France during World War II. A doctor who used Nazi tyranny and the Holocaust as a cover for his own insatiable greed and sadistic urges. Today's story is such a wild one. Petio's life was so unusual. Petio was a mental patient sent to numerous asylum. He was also an intern who worked at an asylum to get his medical license.

He was, for a brief time, a semi-successful politician, and he was for a long time a tremendously successful scam artist. He was a fake resistance fighter who later became a real resistance fighter. And I wanna say more, but I don't want to ruin any surprises. This story unfolds more like a Tarantino or an M-Night Shyamalan script than it does a traditional true crime tale.

Today we are going to learn about one of France's most notorious and most prolific serial killers, a criminal genius, a very evil man. Join me for a diabolical. What just happened? You've got to be kidding me. How could all of this possibly be true? Serial killer, but so much more than that addition of time suck. Happy Monday, mate, Saks and happy Halloween. Hope you have a great time.

Trick of Treating, going to a party, hosting a party, dressing up, watching horror movies, whatever kind of week. I'm Dan Cummins, the Suck Master, the Master's Sucker, terrible Oregon Trail, wagon party leader, dolphin anti sexual exploitation advocate. And you are listening to time suck. Hail Nimrod. Get ready to get mad towards the end of today's suck, Luciferina, praise able jangles and sing all this away, Michael multifuck, and McDonald or sweet triple M. Thanks to all those who came out to shows in Kansas City, six full standup shows and glad

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And we recently released several Halloween themed episodes on the regular scared of death Tuesday night feed. So go enjoy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a, it's story time now button to push. Not gonna set up this story like I normally do today, because I do not want to spoil some really crazy twists that this story has. I was talking about this story a lot the last couple days to anyone who would listen. Pretty much all timeline today will dig through Dr. Satan's entire life and what a fucking crazy life it was.

If it fascinates you half as much as it's fascinated me, you are going to love this episode. Get your true crime weans out. Lady Weans included. Get ready for them to get so hard. Here we fucking go. Shrap on those boots, soldier. We're marching down a time-subtime line. down a time, suck timeline. And now we are in France, Marcel Andre, and Ré, Felix Petitl, born in Auxierre, an old medieval town, less than a hundred miles southeast of Perri, January 17th, 1897. Auxierre, now a small city with an urban area, population roughly 113,000, with around 35,000 living in the city proper back when Marcel was born there about half the size it is now old old town One of the notable people listed on his Wikipedia page, Germanis of Auxier

Noted Catholic Bishop born over 1600 years ago over 16 centuries ago in 378 CE. Aug-Zer was once a provincial capital of the Roman Empire. It was known as a trading city in the region before the Roman showed up in Gaul, as the area was known long ago, going at least as far back as the first century CE. City is now known primarily for its production of burgundy wine, including world famous Shubli,

grown just 10 miles east of the city for you wine efficient autos. I'm not a big wine guy. I like it. I'm not, you know, I'm not a small ye. I've heard Shubli tastes better than some other forms of alcohol that I've talked about here on the suck, like old Crow ditch whiskey. Petio's parents didn't have fuck all to do with wine though.

They both worked at the post office. Petio's father, Felix, Aranye, Mustille, Mustille, and his mother, Martha Marie Constance, Josephine Bordone, or Clements, as she preferred to call herself, worked at the axier postal and telegraph office as some clerks. His mother would quit after his birth to stay home and raise a little Dr. Satan and his baby bro, Maurice. Petio, the older of the couple's only two children, was born almost a decade before Maurice was born December 1906 from almost 10 years. He was

a creepy ass only child. Very creepy if the accounts of his childhood are true. Petio lived his earliest years in the family's rented apartment on the top floor of a house at 100 rue de Paris, about 200 feet down the street from the Domino's Pizza today. I found that surprising. I actually love Domino's Pizza. I think they do a great Hawaiian pizza. But I think of a French cuisine

as maybe more sophisticated the Domino's. But I guess every culture has their, you know, cheap and easy stuff. Just now what I expected to find in downtown Auxia, also surprised there's a Burger King about a third of a mile away from Petio's boyhood home and the McDonald's just over half-mile down the street. You know, if anybody wants to travel to

Auxia for some Hawaiian pizza, triple whoppers, and McFlurries. There are a lot of different stories that detail a bizarre childhood for young Petio. Are they true? Speculated that many of them were made up for the press, but we don't know for sure that they were made up so they could be true, at least some of them were made up for the press, but we don't know for sure that they were made up So they could be true at least some of them my gut says it to true Not sure how much this is smoking how much is far though several of petio's neighbors said he enjoyed torturing small animals to death

Not gonna doubt that one for a bit based on who he becomes a young petio another said like to capture insects pull off their legs and heads Also not gonna bump on that one Feels very possible. Third neighbor said that he snatched baby birds from nest, poked out their eyes, literally laughed as they shrieked and pain and stumbled into the side of a cage he put them in. Then with holding food, he'd watch them starve to death. Now that one, that one feels a bit far fetched to me.

I don't know if I'm gonna buy that one. No one ever accused his parents of being monstrous and it seems like that would take, you know, quite a bit of cooperation or negligence on their part for them to, a, let him, you know, have birds in a cage for some, some sort of pet, b, poke said birds eyes out and not even quietly laughing as he's doing it. And then this is the part I have the hardest time believing. C, his parents just, you know, letting those birds fucking starve to death while having a little bloody eye sockets, whether I should be, I don't know. I mean, I guess he could have been hiding this all from them,

but I don't know. I mean, birds do have fast metabolisms. They can starve to death in less than 48 hours. So maybe, to me, this feels like a couple of neighbors were interviewed. Maybe the first one was like, you know, he, he told you he killed little animals interviewed. Maybe the first one was like, you know, he, he told you, uh, he killed little animals. And then the second one was like, and he pulls their heads off the box. And then the third one was like, fuck, shocking, Chloe took both the stories. I was going to tell this. I don't want to waste time on my life. I will be interviewed.

I have my name in the paper. I think, uh, I have to must think of something that will tap their stories and quick. You know, excuse me, Mr. Reporter, Petio also, parked out, little bird, baby's eyes. We know John, Jacques Aldi told us, he told us small animals. No, that is not it. These birds, they were his pets.

And he laughed, well, he did yes, he laughed. And then he let them starve in the cage, really. Well, that is evil, John, especially the laughing parts. We'll be sure to include your quote in our article, no? And then John was like, fuck yeah, bro. Look who's about to be neighborhood famous. As far as schooling went, Petio's teachers, at least all the ones interviewed, seemed to all say he was intelligent.

He did seem to be very intelligent. He read a 10 year old level by the age of five, smart, but not a model student, not even close. He had some behavioral problems. He had a short attention span, was easily bored, pretty much kept himself, gotten trouble a lot, even got expelled a few times. He got in trouble a couple of times for sex related issues. First before the age of 11, he allegedly propositioned another boy in his class

to have sex with him. Somewhere around that same age, he was caught passing around obscene sexual photos to some other boys in his class. A much more alarm by the first part of that than the second part. Passing around porn, eh! Pretty young for that, but hey, you know,

kids find porn and it's taboo and it's exciting. I don't think it's that uncommon. But proposition need a classmate before the age of 11. That's very highly sexualized behavior for somebody so young. It makes me suspicious. It makes me wonder if something happened to him. Sounds like he may have been molested.

Purely speculating that though. Several of his former classmates would later inform inspectors that young petio was obsessed with sex and sexual behavior that was atypical for his day. He was fascinated by the sexual habits of famous people. Dwellin epom was often then regarded as aboriginal behavior. He spoke with enthusiasm about the homosexuality of Julius Caesar and Alexander the great, the bisexuality of geocomal Castanova. One of his personal favorites was Chevrolet D'Homme, famous French spying diplomat who died in 1810 at the age 81, notable for living in an 18th century

transgender life, lived in France as a man and then later for years and London as a woman. He was an important figure in the 18th century French kind of aristocracy. I was going to say aristocrat and I changed it with my mind to aristocracy. Aristocrat, I was gonna say Aristocrat, and I'd change it with my mind to Aristocracy. Aristocracy? Fucking goddamnit. He was a, he was a figure in French, Aristocratic circles. I'm confident about that.

Again, interesting that it's such a young age, he was so sexually focused. Does not mean that he was necessarily the victim of some type of sexual abuse. I know, does raise my eyebrow. Also the age of 11, Pechio stole his father's revolver, brought it to school, showed it off to the other kids on the playground, apparently pointed it some stray cats, and then was expelled when he brought it into his history class and fired it into the ceiling in the middle of a lecture. Yeah, that'll do it. Firing a gun in class,

pretty good way to get kicked out of school. Be super weird to not be expelled for fire any gun in class. Marcel, give me that gun. It's in sit down quietly at your desk and writes, I will not fire my father's gun in class again. Right? It's a hundred times. And then you can have your gun back. But you fight in my classroom again, I will have a vote for two pants.

I don't know what accent that was. Another time not sure if he was expelled for this or not, he and a friend pretended to be a two person circus act. So weird. Some kind of school talent show. And he talked this friend into standing against the classroom door. And then he proceeded to throw knives around this kid.

What the fuck? That's more disturbing to me than the gun. Sounds like he could easily stab this kid in the gut, face or whatever, really hurt him. Luckily he didn't land a knife in him. Musta did I told you about throwing knives in class at your friend Gives me the knife and sit quiet at your desk and write I will not throw knives at my friends again Right at a hundred times finished by noon. I was still at your lunch Apparently the same friend also let petio stab a knife between his outstretched fingers on a table

You know that old fun game, but usually you play that yourself When you run in the knife between your fingers, apparently this on a table. You know, that'll fun game. But usually you play that yourself when you run in the knife between your fingers. Apparently this kid just fucking let Petio do whatever. No word as to how many fingers this friend had at the end of the relationship. Sources do not mention him ever getting stabbed. Petio had been doing that shit today.

Joe Paisen, I would be talking about it on Is We Don't. All right, reading off, we are news headlines about some Florida kid firing a gun in class and then throwing knives at a classmate This poor fucking other kid sounds like he just went along with whatever pet he all wanted I'll go stand over there. I want to show some knives and to do wall around you So how happy to do so much there hold your hands still I want to see how fast I can slam the knife down over between your fingers without stabbing you excellent My cell yes, how exciting Stand up straight over there with your legs spread wide.

And your hands behind your head, I'm curious. How hard I can kick you into knots. That's a great idea Marcel, I'm curious as well. As you might imagine, the people interviewed who went to school with Petio, never spoke about, still being friends. They were either never his friend, because he fucking, that I was huge weirdo, because he was, where a few cases, you know, that didn't remain friendso, because he was, where a few cases, you know,

that didn't remain friends with him very long, because he did shit like, you know, don't knives his friends. He was not a kid, and they didn't seem too surprised, but eventually he was arrested for, you know, a bunch of horrific murders. Not surprisingly, Petrio's parents were concerned about their sweet baby boy.

They took him to numerous doctors. They told physicians that Marcel was prone to convulsions, seizures, sleepwalking, he habitually what is trousers, what is bed. Initially doctors didn't know what he might be suffering from, but clearly as a kid he was suffering from something. In 1912, when Pettio was 15, his mother dies from medical complications, resulting from some sort of surgery related to cancer.

And his dad, who was grieving heavily, and now suddenly putting charge of raising two boys, he took a new job in John E. 15 miles from Auxier. John E. a town of less than 10,000 now, around half of that over a century ago, a town with no burger kings. Or Donald's pizza is from what I can tell. Tragedy, Marcel and Marice lived with an aunt. Henriette Bordone Gaston. John need does have one McDonald's. So it's not a complete shithole.

Marcella later remembered feeling abandoned by both his parents, even speculated that he was conceived by mistake by his parents, or that he was probably illegitimate. Feel like he's just doing some typical serial killer blame game stuff here later in life. Well, of course I killed a little people. I had to. I might have been conceived by a mistake. He becomes close to baby brother Maurice and John E turned six, 1912,

and the two would remain close for the most part for the rest of Marcel's life. He continued to do pretty well in school, you know, academic-wise. It was said by neighbors and friends later that he was always reading, although the books were often about true crime. You know, books on stuff like British serial killer, Jack the Ripper, 1910 French wife killer, Dr. Holly, Harvey, Crippin, and a bit later French serial killer, Henri, Laundrou, capture 1919 convicted of killing 10 women and one young man, one of his victim sons. A teacher at Auxierre, who knew Petio before he moved, summed him up as intelligent, but

this is a really nice way to say fucking crazy. Intelligent, but not enjoying all of his mental faculties. In a word, he was a bizarre character. Okay, smart and crazy. Got it, this is a app description. One of his assistant principals, Marcel Littred also said, Petriot was smart, but when he came to his studies, he was incapable of making a sustained application. And I'd lose interest. He got bored quick. I think he was very smart.

I do think this guy IQ wise doesn't sound like he was ever tested, but would be fairly high, I think, on the genius scale. More rumors of animal cruelty come from Petriot's time and Johnny, I believe this next tale. One day, his aunt Henriette, I think, on the genius scale. More rumors of animal cruelty come from Petal's time and a Johnny, I believe this next tale. One day, his aunt Henriette, Henriette, excuse me, was preparing to wash clothes. And she put a tub of water on the stove to bring to a boil and then she went out to fetch some linen. When she left the kitchen, you know, Marcel was playing gently with the cat.

When she came back, not so much. He was now holding the cat by the neck and attempting to dip its paws into the scalding water. She screamed when she did Marcel suddenly hugged the cat by the neck and attempting to dip its paws into the scalding water. She screamed when she did, Marcel suddenly hugged the cat to his chest and yelled at Henry ettes that he hated her and then he wished she were dead. Later that evening, I'd understand how fucked up her nephew truly was. Henryette said she tried to teach Marcel about empathy. Don't put cats in a pot of scalding water, bud.

That's some cat 101 shit, right? Do give them some pets. Do feed them and give them water, but do not, you know, give them super hot water. Definitely not almost boiling or boiling water. Seemed like young Marcel was remorseful. Now he's been sweet to the cat again, so she lets him take the cat to bed that night.

The next morning she finds out that Marcel had smothered and killed this cat. He claimed it was an accident. He'd done it in his sleep, but that was bullshit. He was covered in scratches. Clearly the cat had tried to fight him off. And after that extremely troubling incident, she kicks him the fuck out of the house,

both he and his younger brother now go to live with their dad. Right, and this isn't when he's like really young. He's like 14, 15, this is going on. Felix wanted Marcel now to follow him into the postal service, but his oldest son not interested. He said he didn't want to quote waste away in an office waiting for old age. He wanted something more. Later he would not be afraid to kill to get it.

Also a 1912 right around this time, he turned right around the time, excuse me, he was about to turn 16. Petrio is expelled again late 1912. there doesn't seem to be an exact count on how many times you'd be expelled. It seemed like four or five times. Yeah, he would kick down for unruly behavior this time for quote over excitation. I love the phrase over excitation.

No, Mr. Petrio, our decision to expel Marcel is final. Please, he's apologized. He'll behave himself. No, Mr. Petrio, he will not. He will get overly excited again. His excitation levels are out of control. If we leave him in the classroom and he longer, he will show you overexcited the other children and then we'll have an entire student body full of all the excitation and what comes next? And okay, enough rising. While studying at home, he also gets in trouble with the law, perhaps for the first time. And I had a late 1913, 1914, young Pettio robs a post box, steal someone's mail.

He charged with damage to public property, public property, and mail theft. Considering his father was still a postal employee, this does not sit well with Papa Pettio. How he did this pretty funny. Remind me of some little rascal shit. He used some contraption, maybe like a fishing pole and adhesive connected to the end. Some sources described it's like a stick made to look like a fishing pole.

He hit out of sight. I imagine him in like an upstairs window and then it's nothing he just tried to reel in his neighbor's mail. I don't know what's gonna notice that. Afterwards, he's under ordered to undergo a psychiatric evaluation. On March 26, 1914, psychiatrist, diagnosis,

Petrio is being mentally ill, saying that Petrio was an abnormal youth suffering from personal and hereditary problems, which limit to a large degree his responsibility for his acts. Papa Petrio furiously disagreed with this assessment, probably because he said it was a hereditary mental illness. He got real defensive, I guess, adamantly declared, there is no insanity in the petrile family. He was certainly wrong about that.

Marcel is fucking nuts. How nuts he was, you know, will be greatly debated as his life moves forward. How much is manipulation? How much is real mental illness? In August of 1914, the male theft charges against him are dropped when the judge mirrors the psychiatrist's words by saying the accused appears to be mentally ill. This unfortunately seems to be a terrible turning point in Marcel's life. He will try and use this diagnosis sometimes successfully, sometimes not, as a sort of get out of jail free card for the rest of his life. And he'll do it in a way that suggests that at least some of his insanity probably put on for show. He was willing to act crazy, you know, to get out of trouble for things. He knew how to play the game, manipulate the system, and I do think he was mentally ill,

just not necessarily to the degree most of the doctors who studied him thought. He definitely seemed to have lacked a conscience, and again, super manipulative, but not criminally insane, not unaware of the consequences of his actions at all. After being expelled from school a few more times in Dijon and Auxier, Marcel Finnes' is education in a special academy in Paris, July 10th, 1950. He was able to do a lot of a study at home with an uncle who was a mathematics teacher and get his secondary school diploma, which was kind of the equivalent of a bachelor degree at the time. Kind of a combo high school diploma bachelor's degree. The French school system over a century ago, you know, doesn't translate perfectly to today's

education hierarchy in the, in the United States. In January of 1916, depending on the source, a petio either volunteered for the French Army in World War I or was drafted. So right around his, his 19th birthday, shortly after his 19th birthday. Either way, he would spend time in the military. He began his training on January 11th, 1916, uh, sends tranquil village with the cathedral and it's centered design by the architect William of Sens rebuilt the famous chair, uh, choir, excuse me, of England's Canterbury Cathedral. Then this has a lot of shit going on today. Seems like a very top notch French community.

I had around 15,000 people in 1916, over 25,000 today, but more importantly, even though it only has over 25,000, it has abdominals, Burger King, multiple McDonald's. So a lot of incredible French cuisine. Culturally, it is clearly very important. Marcel would join the French infantry would be dispatched to the front lines, November of 1916.

He began four grim months of aerial bombardments, artillery shellings, vicious, close range fighting on the western front, all around young Pettio and the 89th infantry regiment. He would have encountered bodies that were mangled bones smashed, entrails dis disgorge. One French frontline doctor, some of their Jackson estimated that where Petit was fighting

and when the French and one particularly gory, you know, sequence of battles lost 100 men a minute. Holy shit. May 20th, 1917 while fighting in the, uh, in-ya or in-ya district. He was wounded by grenade fragments that tore almost three inch gashness left foot there was a this was a suspicious gus me injury as the type of grenades thrown into the trench where petio is fighting apparently usually exploded almost always exploded upwards not downwards towards feet

at least that's what was reported some sources a few a fellow soldier in petio's unit told his appears that he saw petio intentionally wound himself. According to his account, he watched Petio place the grenade into a pipe and then put his foot in front of the pipe opening. Petio denied the accusation, said that that was fabricated by the man who envied his education. And light of all the other shit Petio will do later,

I do believe this accusation against Petio. Around this time, Petio also exhibited more symptoms of some kind of mental breakdown, not surprise. If you're willing to blow apart or all of your foot off with the grenade, your mind probably is not running at fucking tip top levels. Yes, I think he faked some of his mental illness, but not all of it. Mental breakdowns sadly were pretty common during World War I, especially on the front. Petyo experience what many of the time called shell shock.

He couldn't sleep or eat. He suffered extreme headaches and even vertigo. Lost a bunch of weight. He trembled. He was startled by even the slightest noise. He burst into fits of uncontrollable crime. He suffered bronchial complications that were likely from an earlier poison gas attack.

When I came across the term shell shock, I did immediately think, was that an old time term for PTSD? And basically, yes. But also, not quite exactly the same. The main difference seems to be that shell shock is specific to the experiences of direct intense combat. Some of the symptoms are physical, a direct result of being near explosions, for example, whereas of the symptoms are physical, a direct result

of being near explosions, for example, whereas the concept of PTSD has developed to be, you know, much more wide-ranging. PTSD became an official diagnosis in 1980, first applied to a lot of veterans dealing with the carnage they saw and or were a part of in Vietnam. The term shell shocked, I was already replaced by the time of World War II with the term combat stress reaction. I'm guessing the symptoms have been around for as long as there has been hand-to-hand combat war and people will continue to experience the symptoms for as long as humanity is subjected to warfare. Back in the civil war days, roughly the same symptoms were called nostalgia.

A century's old term for despair and homesickness, so severe, that soldiers became listless and emaciated and sometimes died. Damn, that word is lightened the fuck up in recent years, hasn't it? Now when I hear nostalgia, I think of a reflect on the good days. Good days gone by. You know, engaging in some form of reliving those days

like eating a 50s diner, having some sweet pancakes or something, having a malt. I think a tasty family recipes. Didn't know for years it was used to describe something so truly sad and dark. To paint the picture of what Petio and other World War I soldiers went through and how the term shell shocked came to be, let me walk you through a little description of how

horrible World War I's Western front really was. According to a 1916 issue of the patriotic British serial de timed history of the war published in London from 1914 to 1921. In September 1914, at the very outset of the Great War, a dreadful rumor arose. It was said that at the Battle of the Marn, east of Paris, soldiers on the front line had been discovered standing at their posts in all the beautiful military postures, but not alive. Every normal attitude of life was imitated by these dead men.

The illusion was so complete that often the living would speak to the dead before they realized the true state of affairs. As Fixia caused by the powerful new high explosive shells was the cause for the phenomena. Well, as Fixia was not the cause of their deaths, an insane amount of blast force from the bomb sometimes was. People at the time wondered why were these men found in this previously unseen state? Well, because nothing like the thunderous new artillery firepower of World War I had ever been seen before.

A battery of mobile 75 millimeter field guns, the prior to the French army could, for example, sweep 10 acres up terrain, 435 yards deep and less than 50 seconds. 432,000 shells have been fired in a five day period of the September engagement on the marn. Over 86,000 shells a day, just never ending. Sharp, a shrapnel from mortars, grenades,

above all artillery projectile bombs, or shells would account for an estimated 60% of the 9.7 million military fatalities of World War I. And it was also observed that many soldiers arriving at the casual, you know, casualty clearing stations dead or alive, who had been exposed to exploding shells, but bore no visible wounds had clearly been damaged by the bombs. Those who lived were suffering from a remarkable state of shock caused by a tremendous amount of blast force, this new type of injury, a British medical report concluded, appeared to be the result of the actual explosion itself,

not merely of the missile set motion by it. So they're just figuring this out. You know, to them some dark and visible force has passed through the air and is inflicting novel and peculiar damage to men's brains. It's concussive force. Sometimes this blast force was combined with something called Nura's fenia, a psychiatric disorder caused by the terror, just the sheer terror of modern warfare, defined loosely by mental weariness, headache, irritability, and a varying level of emotional disturbance. The single term shell shock encompassed both physical and psychiatric conditions and

it varied tremendously in severity. Some met men would basically be fucking catatonic for the rest of their lives. Some would forever say like have a tremble. Some would appear fine for the most part, but that allowed unexpected noise could quickly send them into hysterics. How terrible have your mind scrambled like that. I do think Petio was quite possibly very legitimately shell shocked. Dude already seemed to have an aberrant mind.

Now it's been rocked by fucking bomb after bomb. So much carnage on the front. This could have for sure pushed him further into his developing, you know, sociopathie. Over the last 24 months of the war, Petia was sent to a variety of clinics and rest homes to receive psychiatric treatment. At these places, he would get into some criminal trouble. While in one military clinic, he was arrested for stealing army blankets, morphine other army supplies as well as wallets, photographs, letters, basically anything you can get his hands on. First crimes he was jailed in Olyon. He was then sent to a psychiatric hospital in Flurie Leibabre, or Pettio, was again diagnosed

by multiple doctors with various mental illnesses. They said he had mental disequilibrium, neurosthenia, mental depression, melancholia, obsessions, and phobias. And then again, he was found not guilty of his crimes because of his mental state. Very interestingly, while he was held accountable for his, while he was, excuse me, not held accountable for his crimes due to mental illness, he was returned to active duty.

In June of 1918, that's super weird to me. Hey, you can't charge this fellow for theft. He's fucking crazy. He has no idea what the hell he's doing. He needs to get treatment, but not too much treatment. And for a couple days, I want him sent back to the front. And a few days, I don't care if he thinks he has dick as a telephone and King George is calling demanding to speak with his pinky toe.

You send that motherfucker back to the front. We need some more bodies. September of 1918, Petio possibly shell-shocked, You send that motherfucker back to the front. We need some more bodies. September of 1918, Petio possibly shell-shocked, definitely a blankestiller. Definitely a guy whose foot was torn open by a grenade he likely used to hurt himself became a machine gunner for the 91st Infantry Regiment at Charlotville in the Ardenne. That's awesome. That's a solid plan.

Let's give the guys extremely mentally unhinged a machine gun. What could go wrong with that scenario? Once again, surprise, surprise, he was reported to display some kind of erratic behavior. And his own complaints of constant headaches, which could have been legitimate, got him sent back for more psychiatric treatment at Ren in March of 1919.

And here was speculated by many that he was faking or at least heavily exaggerating a lot of his symptoms. He was accused even of studying up on medical journals in the hospital library, or he'd been previously, you know, treated. Now, I buy it. New doctors now added a few more mental ailments to his list, amnesia, suicidal tendencies, sleepwalking depression, you know, those certainly all can be fake. You don't have to be that good of an actor, tend to sleepwalk.

Now, remember some stuff. Be sad, be contemplating suicide. All of his various ailments, real or imagine, got him officially discharged with a 40% disability pension in July of 1919 when he's 22 years old. Shortly after returning, this is going to, this disability pension is going to be coming up a lot. Shortly after returning from World War I, he goes back to school and becomes a doctor now and starts getting full disability payments. For being too insane to work, he does both of these things simultaneously. By September of 1920, Petio was able to convince the state that he needed more money.

40% disability was not enough to make ends meet. He was too disabled to work. He's able to get his case reviewed. He gets his disability rating increased to 100%. So they don't think this guy is not this guy is not capable of fucking doing anything to support himself. The psychiatrist who believed he should be given 100% disabled status also believed he should be committed basically indefinitely to a mental asylum. Incredibly, he will avoid being committed

but still get those 100% disability checks. He's crazy like a fucking fox. Well, living on 100% disability checks for being, you know, again, so mentally, you can't function outside of a mental institution. He starts studying medicine at the University of Paris. Fuck yeah. Petio entered an accelerated education program even intended for war veterans. And according to numerous sources, he completed medical school in eight months. Maybe it wasn't that rigorous of a medical program, right? If a guy with a variety of extremely debilitating mental illnesses

can just fucking knock it out in like two semesters. Or, you know, Petri, I was a genius, who could fool numerous psychiatrists and fly through medical school. After his class was over, anybody cheated? After his class was over, he served as an intern at the mental hospital in Avril in the French region of Normandy until mid-December of 1921. So the guy who's supposed to be a mental figure right now

He is now working in a mental institution. This is fucking great He receives his medical degree on December 15th 1921 from the faculty. They made us. Huh? De Paris his thesis is titled a contribution to the study of acute progressive paralysis. And in it, Petio discusses Landry's disease, named after the physician who in 1859 and first diagnosed the symptoms of nerve degeneration. He is an actual fucking doctor now, maybe.

Many during his time and those who have studied him since have questioned the validity of his degree. Wondering how he passed the exams so quickly, uh, con artist man, just like it's easier, or it was easier to rob a bank a hundred years ago than it is now. Thanks to much more rudimentary security technology, investigative techniques, uh, law enforcement, training, et cetera, et cetera. Just like it was easier to get away with murder and other crimes, you know, a long time ago, much, much easier than now.

Also easier to fake a degree back then. Like, you, you can easily fake a vaccine card, fucking now. Guessing a really clever con artist could have faked a medical degree back in 1921. Something to accelerate his way to the program, he cheated and he bought test scores, research papers. Apparently, there was, quote, a lively market for buying and selling that sort of stuff near the university at the time. I bet. I bet there were a lot of cons like that going on. Makes sense to me, considering what was going on in the area at the time.

I mean, World War One largely fought on France had just ended two years ago. In a country of under 40 million at the time, over 1.3 million young men had just died fighting. Over 4.2 million young men had just come home with a variety of serious injuries. They needed treatment. France really needed amongst many other things new doctors. If there was ever a good time to take advantage of a chaotic situation and get a fake ass doctor's degree, this was it.

Dude was definitely taking advantage of the chaos of World War II to pretend to be something he wasn't a bit later. I would not be surprised at all to find out he did the same in the aftermath of World War II to pretend to be something he wasn't a bit later. I would not be surprised. Adal to find out he did the same in the aftermath of World War I. Fake degree or real one. At the end of 1921, young Dr. Satan now enjoyed a moment of triumph. His dad organized a celebratory dinner for his graduation, borrowing silver flatware from the neighbors, bringing out the fine china not use since his mom's death. Young Maurice, baby bro, you know, he's there to his baby brother that admired him greatly.

It's 15 now with his with his new medical degree in hand period now moves to Ville Nueve Soyeon, an ancient village on the Yon River, just 25 miles from Auxierre. This is a little town of only around 4,000 people at time, just around 5,000 now. Super cute looking medieval town based on pics I found online. Surrounded by a still partially intact medieval wall built during the 12th century, and for centuries it was home to one of the French monarchies, eight royal residences.

Prior to the French Revolution, the town was actually named L'Heroi, which means the king founded in 1163 by King Louis VII. Sadly, today, despite how cute it looks, it seems to be fucking struggling. This really bummed me out. It does not have a single dominoes pizza, or Burger King, or a fucking McDonald's, right? No nuggets, nothing. So it seems like it's about to completely collapse and fall into cultural decay and rot. Clearly not doing as well as, you know, at least culturally and culinary-wise as a lot of other French communities. That's a

bummer. Patio now moved into a small house on the Cobbled Rule Canal, which was flanked at one end by the Gothic Church of Notre Dame, our Lady of Assumption, begun by Pope Alexander for the King of France, Louis VII in 1163, and on the other side, but what was known as the House of Seven Heads, Eek, mansion with marble bus, creepily looking out from under a second floor windows, that either no longer exist or is just no longer known by that name in the internet age.

That mansion sounds like the setting for a haunted horror story. I should be telling them scared of death. On arrival to his new town, Marcel does something that is super fucked up, but also super funny, I think. He does something that feels like what a Danny McBride comedic character would do. A real Neil Gambie,

from Vice Principles, kind of move, or something Kenny Powers asked from Eastbound and Down. Petio creates some flyers and puts them up all over this quaint little village, basically telling everyone in town that there's a new young, hip, awesome doctor in town,

and that the town's two existing doctors, both of whom are senior citizens, are complete fucking idiots. He slanders the shit out of them. They can't keep up with the times, you know, the overcharges are patients. So unless you want to die or be robbed, you should definitely fire them and hire Petio as your new doctor.

The flyer actually read, Dr. Petio is young and only a young doctor can keep up to date on the latest methods born of progress, which marches with giant strides. That is why intelligent patients have confidence in him. Dr. Petriot treats, but does not exploit his patients. See, I mean, that's basically what I just said. So insulting and inflammatory. Dude, it was probably mentally ill and definitely an asshole.

And this town was so small when he's doing this, right? I feel like he had to have run into those other doctors at some point. Dr. Patiole, how was wood with you? Yeah, it's a free country silver nuts. You can have as many words you're seeing now asking, straying together before you start slaubing her, shit in your fucking pants. How dare you, Dr. Patiole?

You should be ashamed of such behavior. You should be kidding me, you can't be kidding me. Holy shit, skeleton. your best thing to do. Holy shit, skeleton, you should fucking see yourself. Man, you better cry like a bitch. You used to play an ancient five year old, about to start bawling first, bawling shit. If you're not gonna try and fight me

and I would not advise that since I will knock out your worthers original ass, I suggest you kind of leave fuck off. Let me get back to putting up a fuck ton more of these dope ass flyers. Incredibly this brazen dickhead move worked. Pets Hill got himself a whole bunch of clients. Took a bunch of their clients and became

the go-to doctor in town. He was hourly charming to his patients, his new patients loved him. He would open his office on Sundays, you know, for anyone who couldn't get to him during the week. He'd make house calls, ride his bike, long distances, treat all sorts of people, especially children. He gave discounts to the elderly and the poor, even waved fees completely for vets. He literally became known as the people's doctor.

So is he a super good guy now? Some kind of humanitarian, tending to the town's ill primarily just out of the good of his heart. Now, fuck no. This is a clever scam. This bastard has figured out. He's getting paid for all of his heart. Now, fuck no. This is a clever scam. This bastard has figured out. He's getting paid for all of these visits. Free treatments included and he's double dipping most of them.

He secretly signed up all his patients to receive state medical assistance, which paid him as much as he would make if they were to pay him directly. But now the government's paying him. And because this is done secretly, most of his patients do still pay him, which of course, this's now all gravy.

All extra money is getting paid twice for the same visits. Oh my God, nice! While working at Villanuev, so y'all, the people's doctor makes a lot of friends. He also makes the enemies. Of course he does, he's an asshole. More than just the doctors who,

careers sounds like he greatly harmed. He was known by men need to be very argumentative. He would often turn casual conversations into heated debates in which he was described as always needed to get the last word in. While he, now most of the extra making, while most of the extra money he is making with this scam, he hides, he's living modestly in many ways.

He does soon trade in his bicycle, his house called bicycle for a sports car, which apparently loves to race recklessly around the area. He gets into several accidents. It's a Renoir 40 CV. Those babies could fly for a car built in the 20s. You could get them up over 110 miles per hour on flat, smooth road conditions. He would own a number of other high-end cars over the next few years.

He had plenty of car money. Did I imagine he'd still get those 100% disability checks? Fuck yeah. Dude, he's getting lots of extra government money right now. Disability checks, you know, getting those extra money from his patients. How exactly he pulled all this off, not entirely made clear. Again, so much easier to run scams when people couldn't pull up your history on a computer

by just entering your social security number into some sort of national database. Nope, it was all file cabinets back then. Different departments keeping track of different records, records stored in different buildings. Take a lot of legwork to figure out that someone was running this kind of scam. Longer he lives in this town,

the more social involved he becomes. Petrio begins to consistently die at the hotel. Doodolfin, we're in Flinchel locals, you know, hang out, the place to be and be seen. The Cool Kids Club, he studies the history of the place to be and be seen the cool kids club He studies the history of the town he participates in all kinds of town activities even wins and towns checkers tournament one year We're to me the data checkers tournament. He's saying sculpted painted played chess Also did some more shady ass doctor shit rumours started to spread

You know regarding all regarding all sorts of medical malpractice primarily over over-scribing narcotics and also performing at legal abortions. He had a tendency to prescribe strong unorthodox medicines, a rival doctor called this, you know, petio's horse cures. One pharmacist actually confronted petio about recommending a near fatal dose of drugs to a child, man told petio that the amount he prescribed to kill an adult and allegedly petio responded with,

what difference does it make to anyway? Isn't it better to do away with this kid who's not doing anything in the world, but pestering his mother? So while, you know, overall well liked and making a great living, he's, yeah, he's still crazy. He also was probably addicted to narcotics. Petriot was perhaps prescribing himself

heavy doses of narcotics around this time, but he seemed to be able to handle it. He will never seem to do so much that he unravels that his life falls apart. He may have been an addict, but a very high-function addict. Also, likely stealing random shit from around town. He was describing several sources

as being a kleptomaniac. This seemed to be true. Despite having a successful doctor's practice and no dependence, he would just like swipe random shit from clients' homes or suspected of that, you know, shoplift local businesses, that kind of stuff. March 19, 22, he gets upset with the commissional, they reform over their demands for him to

undergo new psychiatric exams to maintain his disability payment status. He declares that he purely and simply refuses to accept any disability pension at all. So as to avoid being subjected to what I find a more than disagreeable bit of exhibitionism. But he does actually do that. He says that, but in reality, he's like, oh yeah, yeah, sure, whatever, whatever, whatever it keeps the checks coming. And he does, the checks do keep coming. They get reduced though. July, 1923, he's mentally examined and his disability is reduced to 50%.

So that had to sting. Awesome. Good money. reduced though. July 1923, he's mentally examined and his disability is reduced to 50%. That had to sting. Awesome. Good money. But still working as a full-time doctor, making, you know, double doctors wages. So not exactly impoverished. 1924, Petio will meet Renee Gustave, Nizonday, a clerk at the town hall. They met at an auction and Nizonday later described their meeting as a veritable bewitchment. He would say, I could never find the cause of this voiceless attraction that drew me towards him, almost despite myself,

in any rational consideration, which would have called for me to stay out of his way. The friendship in some speculate they may have been lovers will last many years and through many different crimes. If they were lovers, it was highly unlikely they would have admitted it. While homosexuality was not legally forbidden in France this time, like it was in many countries around the world, it was still socially taboo.

Catholicism very much alive and well in France this time. Still a very Catholic nation in the Pope, you know, definitely not a big fan. Two years later in 1926, many think Dr. Satan murders for the first time. He starts having an affair with Louise Delavel, a daughter of one of his elderly patients, Madame Florey, suspiciously right after the affair began, at the beginning of 1926, the Florey home is burglarized and then set on fire. Petyo, not a suspect, but then in May of 1926, Louise disappears. Just a few days after she vanishes, neighbors see the doctor load

and large heavy trunk into his car. And the trunk they saw resemble the trunk that was fished out of the river several miles away a few weeks later, which was filled with remains of a young woman never identified. A young woman who could have easily been Louise probably was Louise. Why wasn't she identified sources do not say? I'm guessing because Petio had done something to her body, cut it up into pieces like he would do with so many bodies later. Police sadly do not see the connection between her disappearance and the recovery of the woman's body from the river because by the time the woman, you know, had had, or because of the weas have been, I'm sorry, by the time that woman had been found, the remains that

woman who had found Louise have been written off as a runaway. And if the truncate, you know, had been found, you know, even just one town over back then authorities might not have communicated very well with the authorities back in the way of so you know, old time crime. Didn't have to work as hard. Get away with shit. Just carry a large trunk out of your house and you know, in front of the neighbors right after your new girlfriend, new girlfriend goes missing. Surely after the house she's been living in as fucking Rob that almost burned to the ground. And he just, you know, throw that chunk of the river, a couple miles down the road,

and then even if it's quickly found, not even a suspect. That shit probably not gonna fly today. Now, Pat the O has very likely committed his first murder. He's fine with it, you know, as he can get away with it. I guess maybe she suspected him of burglary in Arsene. He was worried that she was gonna turn him in. Maybe she saw some shit, he stole at his house and he killed her to avoid being arrested.

I guess he probably thinks he's invincible now and he basically would be invincible for a long time. Still in 1926, not long after his lover's disappearance at dinner with Niz on day, he declares, I think I will get into politics. Awesome. His friend doesn't take him serious, but he is serious. Late that spring, he registers as a member of the Socialist Party of Vilniuev, Srayon,

and he goes after the mayor's position. The people's doctor chose to represent the local proletariat, have nots. Also, the group with the most voters, smart. The campaign that summer for a small town election apparently was intense. It was a close race. And then Petio goes full fucking Kenny Powers again, just like he done when he gave it to town and went after those older doctors. In July of 1960, he hires a guy to disrupt an important town hall political debate with his opponent. Basically, when Petio quit speaking, he has hired this goon to fucking cut power to the auditorium, which not only shuts down the debate, it also cuts power out to the whole village. And I love this detail. It starts several fires. I just picture him there. Just, sorry, what was that? Were you saying dick weed?

Something about taxing the poor, more, letting the rich do whatever the fuck they want. That's what I heard, but it's hard to hear you, bro. Can't see you, bro. You're like a fucking ghost, like a dick weed ghost. The ghost of election losses, past and shit. And you just had a winning haunted is fuck, bro. Petio wins by a landslide, cheating pay deck summer. Once in charge, Petio immediately gets to scamming more money out of the government. Within weeks of taking office, he's in bezeling. He's suspected of stealing money from the town's treasury. His previous political opponent, the guy who had the power cut on him, finds out about

Petio's mental health issues in the past, tries to get him kicked out of office, but it doesn't work. Instead he becomes at least, you know, many people's eyes, a fantastic mayor, the best mayor ever according to some. Some though could see through his bullshit and were waiting to bring him down. He continued to do weird shit in office, once he declared a large stone cross and eyes sore and just removed it himself. And imagine seeing that today, your local mayor besides he doesn't like something downtown,

just starts doing some fucking demo. Just tears down something he doesn't care for. Many sources also say he was still a club to maniac, suspected of stealing, just random shit, like a bass drum from a local band. He didn't even fucking play the drums. Just wanted to see if he could steal it. Like many successful politicians do,

there's a slippery son of a bitch, whatever criticism for Levy, his way, theft, fraud, being a fucking weird dickhead. You know, he blames it all on lies, lies, lies. He's on lies, told by my political enemies, turns to bring me down. While in office he gets married, June of 1927, he marries a 23 year old woman named Jorge-et-L'Oblé,

described as both attractive and well off. The daughter of a wealthy landowner and butcher who lived in nearby Sinoulet. Sinoulet is more of a neighborhood than a town and it's a fucking dump. It doesn't have a Burger King, Domino's, or McDonald's. So if you're traveling through the area, I suggest skipping it. It's not very French. This couple would have one child together, a boy named Gerhard's who will be born in April of 1928 by all accounts. Petio would treat his wife and son well. Over the years, they'll play bridge with neighbors. We've seen together the theater or the cinema.

They'll do it on their only son, but not going to be an easy marriage for George Yett, her husband before being out as a serial killer was constantly getting into trouble, or at least being suspected as something. Eight months after the birth of their only child, Petio accused his stealing a bunch of oil cans now from the area's railroad depot. In the end, authorities find that he indeed had bought the oil, but did commit fraud by denying receipt of the shipment and claiming a refund. So he did here. He fucking loved to scam. He didn't, he didn't obviously steal them, but he did pretend that he never got them and then asked for a refund for

items he did get. So basically, he did steal them just in a roundabout way. For this fraud at the beginning of 1930, the court that sends finds him 200 francs, the census into three months in prison. He suspended his mayor for four months, but manages to retain office and have the conviction reversed on appeal. Because it's crazy. He can't be responsible. He's crazy.

Just weeks later, Petio very likely kills again. Twice. In March of 1930, the home of a local dairy unionist, Arman de Bois goes up in flames. The man's wife Henriette found inside beaten to death. Police immediately expect both murder and robbery when they also notice 20,000 Franks are missing from the house. There's footprints. They find that lead across the nearby field towards Villeneuve, Suriall, you know, where Petio's living. People in the area whisper that Henriette is pet, or was Petio's mistress and that he'd been seen near her home the night the house burned down a little bit suspicious.

A man named Majour Fisco is going to testify as a witness in this case. But for some fucking reason, he makes a visit to Dr. Petio's office to treat his rheumatism first, bad move. He receives what was not quite his normal injection and dies a few hours later. Of course he did. If this is true, how fucking dumb was Monshoar Fiscoe? Think about how stupid this is.

You suspect your doctor of killing his mistress, and you're about to go tell the police. But first, you have a checkup. You go to a checkup with the murderous doctor. If I thought my doctor killed somebody, I'm 100% sure I can cancel all future appointments. Petio signs this guy's death certificate blaming his demise on aneurysm.

Again, if you did this, I think you did, he totally gets away with it. The next month, April 19th or another man, Armand de Bois speaks to police telling them that a resident of a veil noiv, so Yon had claimed Dr. Petio was Henriette Killer, local Yondarm's basically military personnel with political duties.

They seek help from police headquarters in Paris as to how to proceed with this case, but their file on Petio mysteriously gets misplaced and doesn't resurface until April of 1946. Did he bribe them to lose it? That's what I assume of my gut pure speculation though After all this petio steal the mayor Over the course the next 16 months he gets written up officially by the local prefect over and over again

Mainly for financial irregularities because he's embezzling the shit out of town funds Prefect at that time was kind of like the chief of chief of police and an auditor rolling to one a government official in charge of Superising local governments in their department, such as the mayor's office, ensuring that taxes from said office are flowing properly to petty, which they're not. Because you know, Petio is fucking stealing. Petio now investigated for embezzlement and the prefix fines amongst other inconsistencies, you know, a whole bunch of alien resident registration applications. You know, a bunch of fees that have been held in City Hall are missing, never related to the proper authorities. Petrio blames the secretary. She accepts responsibility. Historians familiar with all this, don't think she did it. It seems more like that the petio

bribed her to take the fall. He doesn't get charged at anything. Petrio is suspended as mayor again in August of 1931. And then just a day after his suspension, he's like, f**k this, there's too much trouble trouble and he resigns. I have to, I have to wonder if you might have been pressured behind closed doors as well. The manipulative and charismatic petio did have a lot of local supporters. They probably all made money off him and the village council resigns with him. And they leave the financial books a mess and obviously altered. So they're all in on it.

Everyone in his mayoral office has gone with it a month. Did this end his political career? Nope, he almost immediately runs for a new position. A higher one and fucking nails it. Five weeks later, October 18, 19, 31, he's elected as the youngest of 34 general counselors of the Yon District. He's just 34 years old himself. The position he wins is basically the equivalent of becoming a U.S. Congressman. Fuck it. Goddamn. When one friend congratulates him, uh, Pettio, let's him know he just get warmed up. That's nothing he says. I'm going to go very far.

And again, I imagine this being said by Kenny Powers. I just can't get Danny McBride out of my head with this guy. He's such a cocky fuck. Oh shit, man. Wait till I'm fucking president. I'll steal all the fucking money I want. I'll just part of myself and shit. And anyone who doesn't like that can suck these nuts. Who is voting for this guy? Clearly he was a gifted orator, charismatic. Once in a higher office, would he now turn

his corrupt political tendencies around? Oh, of course not. August 1932, Petyo accused of stealing electricity from the village. What was he doing with it? No idea. Powering his house, maybe? I don't know, just doing it for funsies. Maybe selling to someone else so weird to steal electricity.

This fucker is still treating patients and double charging them by the way and still getting those disability checks to Qing to Qing to Qing loves a scam. At trial and the charge of stealing electricity, the following year, the judge dubs his defense pure fantasy, which I could access to the old court transcript. He could send us to 15 days in jail now, 300 Frank fine, but appeals, of course, it's fucking weasel. Drags appeal out for a year in the end, Petio's, you know, does not get jail time and he only has to pay 100 Franks in a fine, which is, which is nothing.

It's like the equivalent of like a couple bucks. This guy is so slippery. It does cost him his council seat though, the conviction. And now after likely killing three locals and scamming and burglarize the town in numerous ways, Petio is done with the little village of Vale Nueve Sorreau and small town politics. January of 1933, he moves his family to Perry, where he continues to work as a shady-ass doctor. He will remain in Paris for the rest of today's story where the majority of this tale's action is. And I will dive into all that action right after

today's sponsor break. Thanks for listening, Meat Sex. And now let's return to Paris. It's 1933, Dr. Marcel Petriol is establishing himself as the best doctor ever with a lot more lies. Dr. Am was a more competitive in Paris. So Petriol beefed up his resume with a bunch more lies. Dr. M was a more competitive in Paris, so Pettio beefed up his resume with a bunch of bullshit.

On new flyers, he claimed that he was an expert in a number of medical fields that he had no experience in and listed a myriad of credentials, some of which were real, most of which were completely fabricated. And one of his advertisements, he actually said he was an intern at a mental hospital where he was actually a patient.

Just fuck yeah man, I spent a lot of time in that hospital, you know, studying some real crazy bastards. He says, he already a little bit of a patient. Ah, nah man, nah man, fuck that noise. I just, you know, I just did some deep undercover shit, bro. Some new real hands-on learning type stuff. You probably haven't heard of, because, I mean, no offense, but, you know, you didn't go to the nice schools. Like I did, you weren't an elite student. I can tell that, but you know, you didn't go to the nice schools like I did You weren't an elite student. I can tell that I can tell that just by looking at you I'm not saying you're dumb and shit, but you're like a tics ball here above dumb, you know what I'm saying?

Outside his home office is 66 rule Rude Kamatom Petio erected a brass plaque so jam packed with phony endorsements that another physician complained to a local medical association until Petio was forced to remove it. I don't know what it said, I wish I did. I'm sure it was fucking fantastic. Office of Dr. Petio voted top fucking doctor of all time by the French medical association. All of them has medical degrees from France, Germany, New Zealand, Britain, Luxembourg, Spain,

Kentucky, Guam, specializes in brain transplants, heart reconstruction, arm extensions, eyeball replacements, finger additions. Most services completed in 15 minutes or less. Despite his constant lying and stealing to the majority of his patients, he appeared to be nothing less than a very good, credible and reliable doctor. He was certainly no dummy. He would have thousands of patients and years later, the height of his infamy, 2000 would be interviewed, not a single one of them would criticize Dr. Petio in any way, nothing but

glowing reviews. Once again, the rumors of illegal abortions, excessive prescriptions of addictive remedies to drug addicts. I'm guessing that just helped his popularity. Some of his patients who might have criticized Dr. Petio probably had a hard time doing so because he killed him. 1934, 30-year-old Ramonde Hans visited Petio for treatment of an abscess in her mouth. She was still unconscious when Petyo drove her home

after surgery. She never regained consciousness and died several hours later. Her mom, Madame, Anna Kokueh, demanded an autopsy which revealed significant levels of morpheon in Ramon Day's body. Cornor postponed burial until a full investigation was completed and then authorities closed the case

without filing charges. So, suspicious. Madame Kokueh, Madame renewed her complaints in 1942 authorities closed the case without filing charges. So suspicious. Madame Coquille. Madame renewed her complaints in 1942 with a court upheld its original finding of death by natural causes. 1935, Petyo would face his first investigation regarding his flippant narcotics prescriptions. But again, you avoided any criminal consequences as the police found no conclusive

evidence against him. He has to feel just bulletproof this point. Next year, 1936, the age of 39, Petio is appointed, uh, medicine, deutat, severe, which translate basically to civil, uh, civil registrar. He's got another government title, just one he was not elected to. This position granted him the authority to write death certificates, which, you know, helped him with his evil scam, uh, the one he'll pull during World War Two that will earn him the label of Dr. Satan. April of 1936 he's got shoplifts in a book.

Okay. Alright, this is some klepto shit. Uh, why is he, why's he doing that? He just loved to steal or felt compelled to steal to get away with being a, being a bad naughty boy. May actually have been a kleptomaniac. I think he probably you probably was, which is defined as a serious disorder that causes and are irresistible urge to steal items that aren't needed and are usually of little value. He's making plenty of money, particularly by all the books he wants. He's still double charge in patience. This motherfucker is still getting 50% disability payments, getting anywhere from 40% to 100%

disability checks since 1919 for 17 years now. When he's confronted for stealing the book, he assaults the policeman, escapes on foot, but the guy got a real good look at him, he gets nervous, he's going to be caught two days later, he surrenders and starts, and just immediately just begs for mercy, puts on a whole show. So it's up in tears, you know, pleads for mercy. He brings his military discharge records to prove he can't be responsible for his actions because he's crazy. He has a faulty brain. And once again, the police take it easy on him.

They dropped the assault on the officer charge and and acquit him of theft due to insanity. He just continues to constantly get away with his bullshit. At home, his wife, George Jett, has grown pretty concerned about her husband's overall mental state. And she tries to have him committed for cleptomania in August of 1936. And she does get him committed for a little while. You know, he goes to the asylum. He just won't stay as long as he probably should have almost immediately upon his arrival.

The asylum he begins to plead for his release. He sure as a staff that he's fine. He's totally fine. His madness has passed. It was a temporary thing. He actually told doctors that the real reason he'd been stealing shit. This may be laugh harder than anything else I found

in the research. His recent glutamania was kicked up, caused by a preoccupation with the new invention of his, a suction machine designed to relieve constipation. And he promised he was gonna stop using it, and he's gonna get rid of it. Incredibly, the 1920s and 1930s were the golden age of pergation, literally hundreds of brands of bowel cleansers,

competed for consumer dollars and all kinds of contraptions. A war of bowel bloat, a lot of doctors believe they haven't too much poop in your butt, was the root of most, if not all, disease. And there was a whole bunch of laxatives, and just weird fucking devices on the market. And people make it. And Petyo, Colleen, do have become obsessed with one

that, you know, the he made is kind of like a butthole vacuum, like a butthole pump. He claimed he'd created a pump that would massage your intestines and cure chronic constipation. It's stuck all that poop out. Remember how sexually obsessed he was as a kid. I have to wonder if he found some kind of butthole plunger sexually satisfying. Like it was more sex toy than Bal cleanser. He just loved putting some kind of, you know, suction device on his loophole

knot and just pumping away and seeing it, seeing if he could untie it. You might not have been lying about using one of these, you know, jerking off with one hand butthole plunger with the other. I wouldn't be surprised and maybe that did make him get a little crazier. I mean, who the hell knows? Maybe if I started plunging my butthole, I'd start stealing random shit. Maybe, you know, maybe if you suck your butthole hard enough, you can pull your brain out of alignment a little bit.

But anyway, Dr. Rogue Defrazac found Pettio chronically unbalanced. Yeah, I bet. Fuck, he pulled his whole body out of whack with that butthole suction. He never, you know, made clear the reasons for why he would recommend though that he'd be released in early September 1936. Three more psychiatrists brought in to review his case. They felt that he could benefit from extensive long-term treatment, but they couldn't come up with a good legal reason to

hold him. Not illegal to butthole plunge yourself into a hankering for some shop lifted. So in February of 1937, you know, you didn't say they're a little bit petio released back into the world. He is, he hated this last incarceration stand apparently. Seemed for a minute that he was reformed. He tried to be on his best behavior kind of. He kept double charge in patience. You know, kept collecting disability payments, but no more allegations of stealing for a little while.

Instead, he's not going to go totally clean. He now starts to focus on really scam and the tax man. God, if you count him, fake and mental illnesses to get out of the military service. This dude who's now 40 years old has been running continuous scams against the government for literally his entire adult life. Between 1937 and 1940, Petyo reports less than 10% of his actual income. He went big on this one. In 1938, for instance,

he declared earning only 13,100 francs. But in fact, he earned closer to 500,000. So he's a little, his estimation was a little bit off. Hey, you know what? Hey, I'm crazy. I'm bad with math. I don't know how to carry the one.

I don't know if you're supposed to carry the one or subtract, you know, 490, I'm crazy. I'm bad with math. I, I, I, I, I, I don't know how to carry the one. I don't know if you're supposed to carry the one or subtract, you know, 490,000,000 or 80,000,000. Dude was making great money. The hourly wage for a Parisian man in 1938 was 10.68 francs an hour. I love it when I get lucky and you can find a solid source for a random stat like that. Hey, I'll never run. 52 weeks a year, 40 hours a week at that wage is a little over 22,200 francs a year.

He made over 22 times that. And he's still cheating the government. And I doubt he's, you know, that income counts all the money he was, you know, getting from scams. So he gets a bit in a bit of trouble for tax fraud here, but not much though. He's charged with fraud, find 35,000 francs, despite an emotional defense that included pleas of get this poverty. And then because of the upcoming war, it doesn't seem like he ever paid that $35,000

francs seems like it was lost in the upcoming chaos. Fucking did it again. Fucking weasel. This guy tried to ruin your life. I think you'd probably have to kill him to make it go away. It'd be real hard to outweasel the son of a bitch. So, September 1st, 1939, French authority suddenly have a lot more than shady doctors to worry about.

German troops invade Poland, start World War II. All of nervous, or all of Europe, nervous as fuck. The Polish resistance couldn't withstand the power of the German military machine, and their defenses would quickly collapse following month, not even going to make any polis jokes this time. We already already did that covering this attack in previous episodes. Also in October the seven month long, phony war between France and Germany would begin. It's called the phony war as no large scale land operations were undertaken for the allies

or Germany. There was the economic warfare, naval blockades, a little bit of skirmish before it and then now it's about it. France did initiate what was called the SAR offensive in September, but where they started to attack Germany with the intention of assisting Poland, but it fizzled out real quick. They withdrew. They only lasted a few days where France suffered roughly 2000 casualties. They were like, ouchy.

Oh, he's not even fucking tough. Germany suffered around 700 and then they're like, ah, okay, we'll just go back home and hope this thing's gonna go worse. But of course he did. April of 1940, Germany invaded Denmark and Norway, the following month of Nazis entered Holland, Belgium and France. June 1940, German troop seized the French capital,

France felt quick. Their political leadership was really divided and their military not nearly as organized or as powerful as the Nazis. 40,000 French soldiers surrendered on June 22nd, while the separate band of French resistance fighters armed and organized for several long years of guerrilla warfare. After the 1940 German defeat of France, French citizens drafted now for forced labor in Germany. And now in this war, probable murderer at this point, definite scam artist Marcel Petio

kind of becomes a hero for a little bit, not even kidding. As an act of what doesn't appear to be anything other than heroism, Petio provides false medical disabilities, certificates to countrymen who are drafted to fight for Germany. I mean, kind of perfect. I mean, if anybody knew how to get away with a fake medical disability was this motherfucker,

and now he strangely started to use that knowledge for good. He also treated the illnesses of workers who returned to France from Germany, and then through all this, he would learn information about Nazi troop movements and weapons developments, and now this butthole plunger story starts to get real weird.

Few years later, after his eventual arrest for multiple murders, he'll claim to have been an important French resistance fighter. And while he, you know, did do some good stuff, he wasn't associated with resistance when he said he was. And most of his claims of wartime heroics and, you know, will be obvious lies. They'll talk a bunch of bullshit about his bravery in battles that were literally never fought.

He'll make up battles. He'll claim to have invented some secret weapons that can do things like kill Nazis without leaving any forensic evidence. What kind of secret weapons? Well, he doesn't really give away all the details. They're secret. He'll also claim to have planned booby traps all over Paris to kill Nazis

and do have had high level meetings with allied commanders and to have worked with a non-existent made up group of Spanish anti-fascists. Not evidence for any of this, but however, many years later, 1980, he will be cited by former US spymaster, Colonel John F. Gromback as he World War II allied information source, an intelligence source. Gromback was a founder and the head of a small independent espionage agency later known as the Pond. An operator from 1942 to 1955. The pond operated in at least 32 countries.

They were very active in France during the war. Grombach born in Orleans, the son of a French consul, born to both American and French citizenship, a special place in his heart for France. And Grombach asserted that Petit L. has reported on the Captain Forest massacre, German missile development at Penaena Menda and the names of Opfer agents, you know, gave the names of Opfer agents, German military intelligence service

agents to the U.S. All these claims not supported by any other records of other intelligence services. In 2001, some pond records were discovered, including a cable that did mention Petyo by name. As Dr. and source for the pond, Petyo used his occupation allegedly as a doctor to gain information from his patient's gossip, passed that on the Grombach. Stationed in Paris, Petyo had a German op-fair officers and East Paris refugees as patients. And with that info, Petyo identified, you know, the German officers that have been sent to the US to be spies, some of which were later found by the FBI and then convinced to work for the US. So he did do some spy shit, but probably was not hanging out with allied military commanders,

probably not inventing secret weapons you couldn't talk about, or planting booby traps and kicking ass and battles that never happened. So some of what he did added credence to his later claims that he was part of the French resistance, but he was not not like he claimed at least, but he did work with the Allies, so weird. He didn't do all the stuff that he pretended, but he did do some stuff. He would now use the German occupation,

the Nazis tactics to bring to fruition his greatest and most lethal moneymaking scheme thus far. Petio now makes up a fake French resistance network early in the war known as the Fly Talks network, named for a popular insecticide. It was a real network, but a criminal one, not a resistance one that he was in charge of. His informers were called flies.

The story was, he flies with spy on Gestapo headquarters in Paris to identify German collaborators so they could be assassinated by French resistance members. That part is fucking complete nonsense. They did help get innocent people killed for money. He claimed that his network, fly talks, worked in conjunction in conjunction with Argentinian authorities to safely transport people to South America without the knowledge of German invaders. And now he began to leak that information to patients and others. He felt he could trust.

He told him he had escape routes in a place for Jews, for wanted resistance fighters. For anyone who could afford his price of 25,000 francs per head to flee Nazi occupied France to the safety of Argentina. For that price, he promised safe passage to South America through Portugal, complete with all the necessary paperwork to start a new life.

But of course, he didn't have any of that. The only escape he offered was death, but he wouldn't start killing quite yet. Just starting to get the word out. In early 1941, Petio buys a house at 21 Rue Lesur near the Arctee, Triumph. The fancy-ass home, at one point it was a home of a lesser French princess. It was a three-story 19th-century home with a private stable courtyard, gave him legitimacy as a big time player in the resistance movement, a rich doctor with the ability to get you out of Europe, gave him privacy to hide bodies. It seems that his wife did know about this home, but only barely visited it once or twice right after they bought it.

And then he told her he was going to extensively renovate it and then reveal it to her when he was finished. Then he lived with her in this apartment, then he would sneak off and murder people in this other home. So, you know, she didn't get to see it. Dr. Satan's murder mansion. July of 1942, Petio is arrested, but not for killing anyone, not yet. No, he's convicted of over prescribing narcotics.

This comes up again. But then the two addicts who are going to testify against him, wouldn't you know it? They disappear. That's weird. He was fine. 2,400 francs after getting the fine reduced from 20,000 francs. An inspector named Roger Gino actually suspected Petio of murder of the addicts, but he couldn't prove it at this time. By early 1942, Petio is now using the alias Dr. Eugene to kill as part of his fly talk scam. He now has three primary accomplices. Raul Foyet, Edmond Pintar, and Renee Gustav, Niz, oh my God.

Niz on day. Niz on day, a directking victim to him. One victims were under his control. Petrio told him that Argentine officials required all entrants to the country to be inoculated against disease. And with this excuse, he would inject them with a massive amount of cyanide. And large doses cyanide can kill very quickly in less than a minute. It weak, dizzy, have trouble breathing, pass out, then you go into cardiac arrest and you die. Once his victims were dead, he took all their valuables in addition to those 25,000

francs, and then he disposed of their bodies. At first, Pettio dumped the bodies in the send river, but more and more body parts kept surfacing. He got nervous. He started hiding bodies now by submerging them in quick lime on his property for rapid decomposition, or he would incinerate them. September of 1942, he may have killed his first victims in this particular scam, two pimps from Paris. Joseph, a real crew, and Adrian Estabetic Eye, thought to be the first or among the first to see God's services. Recently, they came up with a new scheme, armed robbery while disguised as Gestapo agents.

For these crimes, they were now being hunted by both the French and the German police, and then they heard about Dr. Eugene and flytocks. Trailing with his mistress mistress Claudia Shemou and another, and another couple, a pimple for us while Albertini and prostitute Annette Bassett, real cruel paid his fee that September, then promptly vanished with his party when he traveled, you know, when he went into 21 rule Lesua. The other pimple, this guy's name is so fucking has so many accents, it's a bit the guy.

I think there's no pronunciation. And his girlfriend, Jazeel Rosne, followed him March 1943 also vanishing without a trace. Petriot would later boast of killing the three pimps and their women branding all six as Nazi collaborators. He did it for his country. He touted their executions as a patriotic duty. Now why would the third pimp sink out Dr. Eugene

after the others disappeared six months earlier? Well, he just thought his friends they want to send a letter, you know, and risk alerted Nazis where they were now. Pettio was able to use this. Well, your friends are going to reach out to you because they don't want to risk being found. Excuse as a way to rationalize why people's friends and families, you know, never contacted them after they paid his fee and just fucking disappeared. He put a lot of thought into this evil shit. Others who unfortunately use Dr. Pettio's services

included Nellie Denise Houghton, a pregnant Nildewed who came looking for an abortion in July 1941, never seen again. Believe that you wanted to try and start a new life yourself to avoid dealing with the scandal of getting pregnant before marriage. Now that's true, how fucking ridiculous. So ridiculous, we humans create such shame about stuff like that.

Maybe people want to literally flee the country because their family will be so embarrassed that they had sex before marriage or gosh dang, oh my, drags each of the village square and stoned I harlot. Such a bummer. History is full of so many stupid assholes. Lucina sometimes thinks about reversing time and going back and smiting a lot of these motherfuckers. Hey, Lucifina. June 1942, Petrio murders a couple who are possibly his first Jewish victims.

Dr. Paulione, a Bronberger, elderly Jewish man who planned to flee with his wife. They disappear from Paris. A little harder for Petrio to later brand this couple as Nazi collaborators and it's how their execution is as his patriotic duty. Month later, three German Jewish people, the Nellers, a husband, wife, and son vanish after a consultation with Pethyo. Their chopped up dismembered remains would be fished out of the scene or send river in August. Kurt Neller, 41-year-old electrician, his wife Margaret, their son Renee, had left their native Germany in June of 1933, six months after the rise of Adolf Hitler. Now, he'd sought French citizenship at the outbreak

of the war, volunteered for the French foreign legion, where he served until September of 1940. Again, these people clearly not not the collaborators, family three who escaped Hitler only to be killed by a different monster in France. Three more refugees to Wolf family, Rachel Wolf, six-year-old widow or son Maurice, age 36. A lot of Maurice is in this episode. And Maurice is why 47 year old Lena, they disappeared when they went into 21 ruleless were in 1942 along with six of their friends. Another pimp Joseph Pireschi also made the dead end journey with his mistress Joseph Fee Ami gripe just some of his many, many victims. And they might not have all died somewhat peacefully thanks to that fake vaccine shot That was really cyanide more on how they may have died later. This guy was a monster

numerous dismembered victims dragged from the scene in 1942 and 43 remains found in the river included nine heads four thighs Shit, ton of other mutilated pieces French police and corners were baffled unable to identify the vast majority of the dead Gestapo agents overseeing their French counterparts. They could fucking care less about some dead Frenchman, right? Whatever. But they did not care for the possible that some Jewish people and that some resistance

fighters might be escaping to freedom. That didn't make it. They're happy. Rumors of fly talks his fake purpose would soon lead them to Petio. But first, in December of 1942, Pet purpose would soon lead them to Petio. But first, in December of 1942, Petio would get in more trouble for theft, almost. The slippery bastard will get suspected in some more theft. He isn't just killing people. He's trekked into thinking he's, you know, some sort of guardian angel to make money. You know,

he's got other scams. Dude is still getting disability checks. Oh, I got still getting the government, you know, to pay for doctor's appointments. He's also charging patients for. And he's using that death certificate authority he has for financial gain. Once when he summons, summon to pronounce the death of a wealthy lawyer at the end of 1942, when he's about to turn 46, he likely steals 74,000 francs from the dead man's home. That's where he gets accused of anyway. While he doesn't get caught for that, he will get arrested by the German six months later. By April of 1843, German Gestapo agents, Nazi secret police.

You know, they've heard all about Petio's fly talks route. They assumed it really was part of the French resistance. If they would have known what he was really up to, they probably would have just let him keep doing it. You know, just maybe force him to share the loot. It's like, good job, dude. You're like a volunteer Nazi. We love you, bud. Making Heather proud. Petio had gotten more brazen with his advertising recently in a Gestapo informant It's just like, good job, dude. You're like a volunteer Nazi. We love you, bud. Make it Heather Proud. Petio had got more brazen with his advertising recently and a Gestapo informant named Charles Barretta heard about it. Infiltrated his operation, fed names to the Gestapo,

to the Gestapo. Previously another Gestapo agent, Robert Juddcom, he enforced a French Jewish prisoner named Ivan Drifus to approach the supposed network and then Drifus vanished. Like supposed network and then, you know, Drifest vanished. Likely, of course, killed by Petio, likely that, you know, Bob fed Drifest to a fucking lion.

And maybe 1943 Nazis arrest Petio's fly talks accomplices Raul Fourier, Edmund Pintar, and Renee Gustave Nizonde. And then they are tortured until they identify Marcel Petio as Dr. Eugene. So Petio is then quickly apprehended by German authorities, joins the others in a prison at Friend. This prison has been there since 1895, still there today, France's second largest prison. Friend is a suburb of Paris, and it seems like it's very nice. It has a Domino's pizza, Burger King, and McDonald's.

The Holy trifecta, as we now know, a French cuisine and culture, as I've established. Although the Nazis searched his primary home and other property, they somehow missed the Charnel House on the Rue Lesseoir. His murder house, Petit would spend a total of eight months in prison and be tortured repeatedly by the Germans, and he would bravely refuse to betray other members of the French resistance. That's what he'd later claim. Very likely he didn't fucking know who they were. He didn't have any names to give up. The Nazis released

Petrio and his primary accomplices early January 1944. Months of torture and confinement provide Petrio with his best cover yet. He really does look like a resistance fighter now. Once he gets out of this greedy fuck, you know, of course gets right back to killing. Like a lot of serial killers, he still gets sloppy, finally get himself caught. He kills too many people too quick. And as murder mansion, it's two full of bodies, too many to dispose of secretly or quietly. March 6, 1944, Monday, a nasty smelling smoke starts to pour out of the chimney of Petio's murder mansion. And then it just keeps pouring out for almost a week, just nonstop. Dude is just continually roasting human bodies. Like he's working at a fucking barbecue place, like it's no big deal.

March 11th, a weird barbecue place. Obviously I know that barbecue places don't just, you know, council your roast humans. March 11th, 1944, Petio's neighbors finally complaining to French police about the foul stench in the area coming from large amounts of smoke, billen out of his chimney. A pair of officers arrive on bicycles to inspect it. Fuck yeah, they do. I love that they rolled up on their bikes.

No offense to any officers on bike patrol, but you know, I know your guns have the same bullets as other officers, officers firearms, but you're not nearly as intimidating. You're more intimidating than an officer on a segue, but way less than an officer in a car. When no one answers the door of the murder mansion, neighbors informed the bike cops that the owner of the house, Dr. Marcel Petio, maintained a separate residence two miles away at 66. Rude, they come on time, questioning the neighbors further, they tell officers about a mysterious cavalcade of guests shown up at all hours to Dr. Petio's empty house during the past six months, including

recent nightly visits from a stranger with the horse cart. A neighbor reports that some months earlier, two trucks had stopped at the house. The first removed 47 suitcases. That's a very specific number. Clear to this neighbor who is fucking right and shit down. The second delivered 30 to 40 sacks of something unknown. Not suspicious. The officers now telephone a very surprised Dr. Petio at his other Parisian home.

He of course starts to freak out. Yeah, see officers, whether or not they'd entered the house when they say no, he pushes his paws on shit in his pants. And he tells them, don't do anything, I'll be there in 50 minutes. And then he, I don't know, maybe he takes his buttole suction device and tosses his side. Half-hour later with the smoke worst,

he's still no sign of Petio, the bicycle patrolman call for some firefighters, where the hell is Dr. Petio? Well, he's coming. He's just, he's running a bit late. He's still no sign of patio, the bicycle patrolman call for some firefighters where the hell is Dr. Pettio? Well, he's he's coming. He's just he's running late. He's he's still getting a this is how I get out of the story straight. They'll hear soon. Enter to a second story window some fireman arrived before Pettio. They start searching the upper floors before entering the basements main floor of the house. When they emerge out the front door a few minutes later, one of them is visibly sick. He starts vomiting.

The chief comes out then and tells the police you have some work ahead of you. Three officers now enter the home once inside. They head downstairs at the basement where a coal-fed stove is found burning. Full blast, bloody human arm dangling from its open door. They look around and they see what could be the set of like a zombie flick or something out of a saw movie. Nearby a heap of coal is mixed with human bones and fragments of several dismembered bodies. Enough body parts are found to account for at least 10 victims, but impossible for them to know the count at the time. And how many had been burned over the previous five days?

How many had been carted out in those suitcases? Stunned the police left the basement at the time, Dr. Petio arrives now in his bicycle. And then, you know, Petio remarks, this is serious. My head could be at stake. He's got his cover story all put together. He questions the officers. He questions them with the intent to find out if they are French police or German.

After figuring out their French, Petio identifies the bodies as German traders to our country. I'm sure if they are French or German, he would have said like French, you know, traders. Petio then claimed to be the head of a resistance group with 300 files at his other home on Rude de Comantan, which must be destroyed before the enemy finds them. We don't want to get these 300 resistance fighters killed. The French policeman who have been terrorized for years by Nazi occupation.

They buy this story and they just simply allow Petetyo to write out on his bike. To go to store these files, they don't exist for resistance, uh, army, he's a failure with that he's not a failure with. Man, this motherfucker knew how to take advantage of chaotic times. He's such a piece of shit. So evil, but also he is so good at being bad. He's very good at crime. He's had a lot of practice running very effective scams. He's smart. He never cracks under pressure. He's always good at crime. He's had a lot of practice running very effective scams. He's smart.

He never cracks under pressure. He's always got a story. He has a great sense of how to manipulate any given situation to his advantage. And he clearly has zero empathy, no conscience whatsoever. So helpful to truly be a sociopath. You know, if you want to have a long run as the serial killer, also helpful to be fucking evil, wizard genius. Pentium now disappears. Evil vanish for seven months, roughly, and man is his story going to get more interesting.

Meanwhile, after he literally rides off on his bike, investigators search doctor Satan's murder house. In his garage, please find a large heap of quicklime. Mixed with human remains, including a recognizable scalp and jawbone, a pit of and dug in the stable filled with more quicklime, numerous corpses and various stages of decomposition. It was like a whole murder factory he has here. On the staircase leading from the courtyard to the basement, police find a canvas sack containing the headless left half of the corpse, almost complete except for a foot and vital organs

only shit. This really is like a fucking horror movie set. I usually don't care what has happened in some house or apartment before me if I'm living there. Like if someone died in the house, I wouldn't care care what is happening in some house or apartment before me if I'm living there. Like if someone died in the house, I wouldn't care and be worried about it being haunted. If someone singular, one person was murdered, I wouldn't, I wouldn't worry that much. I mean sometimes I'd worry, but I think I could still live there. But if this had happened before, no hard, hard, no, no, thank you.

Even if it's my dream home, I'm gonna pass. Because I would think about this kind of stuff all the time and just completely freak myself out, even if I never saw a ghost. I also scatter throughout Petrio's property, our suitcases, clothing, all sorts of various items from his victims. Commissar, George Victor Masou, 33 year old police veteran

with more than 3200 arrests to his credit, he immediately takes charge of investigation. Coming over and examining the murder house the first night, he notes that the basement sinks large enough to drain the blood out of a corpse. Excuse me, also notes the soundproof octagonal chamber with wall-mounted shackles and a people centered in his door. What the fuck? If he's poisoning people under the guise of a vaccine shot, how, how weirdly relevant for that fear today, by the way, for a lot of people, if they're dying quickly after the shot, what is this room for? Doesn't seem like everyone was quietly poisoned, does it?

I wonder if some people were tortured into revealing where more of their money was, or if just, you know, other things were going on, it seems as if other things may have been going on. We'll get to that later. Ah, that's such a disturbing detail. Uh, Kamasair Masu, aka the Komish, still on the scene, 130 a.m. the following morning when a telegram arrives from Paris police headquarters. It reads order from German authorities arrest Pettio dangerous lunatic. And now in most cases, this would be enough to rush over

and detain the son of a bitch. But because it came from the Germans, it made them think that Petrio, maybe he really was a hero to the French Patriots working the crime scene. This was almost a declaration of Petrio's innocence and his involvement in the resistance. Right? Because this, the police take their sweet ass time getting over to his other apartment. And when they finally arrived, it was abandoned with no prey trace of Petio or his family. And with the idea almost solidified that he was indeed a French resistance hero, they do not continue to search for him. Instead, they interviewed workmen who had remodeled the house when they found where they found

all the bodies. Investigators learned that Petio had been tortured as we went over earlier during his imprisonment by the Gestapo from May 1943 to January 1944, as what would happen, you know, earlier during his imprisonment by the Gestapo from May 1943 to January 1944, as what would happen, you know, that would happen to a resistance hero. This makes finding him just about their lowest priority. They're fucking loving the student right now. They thought he was killing Nazis left and right and just burying them in his fuck you, Hitler.

I love France. Manchin. And he did kill so many people, just not who they thought of first. Investigators continued to search through the 21 rule Lesur over the following weeks. They start to realize their initial estimate of 10 bodies was far too low. Chief corner, Albert Paul. He tells reporters that number 10 is vastly inferior to the real one. In addition to identifiable bones and body parts of at least 10 folks, Dr. Paul, Dr.

Paul, excuse me, cataloged 33 pounds of charred bones, 24 pounds of unburned fragments, 11 pounds of human hair, including more than 10 entire scalps. Yeah. And three garbage cans full of pieces to small to identify. I'm picturing big garbage cans too. That's just so disturbing. Based on the substantial pieces, Paul said the oldest victim he could identify was a 50 year old man, the youngest to 25 year old woman. None that he could find more than nine for gunshot wounds, nor had they been poisoned with the toxic metal, but organic poisons, you know, like cyanide could not be ruled out from samples in hand. At Petio's apartment on the rule, they come on time, police find quantities of chloroform,

strict nine, other poisons, plus 50 times a typical physician, Staka heroin and morphine. Old doctor Satan, he had a lot of shady shit lying around. The commission now starts to wonder, was this dude really a resistance hero? You know, it's got, feeling like, I don't know about this. They start to dig into a bit more, further reviewing the doctor's background. Investigators are able to identify two of the victims from the murder house. One was Jean-Marc Van Béveire, a Paris drug addict,

who procured his narcotics from Dr. Petiot until February 1942, when Van Béveire was jailed in the crackdown of pharmacies trading in illicit drugs. Upon his arrest, Van Béveire, admitted by fraudulent prescriptions from Petiot, then vanished days before his march 1942 trial. Police thought he was killed by some underworld assholes, but the Pettio murder house now obviously changed reminds.

Why would a resistance fighter kill a French narcotics addict? Another victim identified as Martha Kates, mother of another addict, Ramonde Balde, who also bargained with Pettio for her poison of choice. Now this is not the Ramonde I mentioned earlier by the way. Not the girl who OD during a surgery on a mouth abscess, whose mother then sued Pettio twice. Now, this Ramanda has been jailed and, excuse me, had been jailed in March 1942, two weeks

before Van Beve disappeared. And Pettio had come to Martha Kett or Kate with an idea to help himself get off the hook. Mrs. Kate should lie under oath, he suggested, claiming that some of Ramanda's prescriptions written in her mother's surname really belong to Marte thereby weakening the prosecution's case against Petio. Okay, agreed, but then had to change a heart after consulting her doctor. Petio didn't like that. And then she vanished.

Not all of the bodies of the murder house clearly are part of his fleet of Argentina scam. It was also a place to kill anyone he worried about. Anyone who might be able to turn them into authorities for something or testify against him. You know, maybe those people were the ones who ended up in the torture room. Later, Marte's husband received two letters declaring her intention to leave the country, the husband then consults Petriet or Petrio, who confirms Marte's plans to escape Nazi-occupied France. Maybe she wrote those letters under duress in that fucking torture room, unconvinced her husband reports Marte missing on May 7th, 1942, and then no trace of her is found until officers, you know, find the murder mansion.

Now the commission and French authorities know this motherfucker was not just some resistance fighter. He was at the very least not just murdering Nazis. He was murdering innocent fellow French citizens, uh, French citizens as well. News of a serial killer and of a Cobb murder house now makes its way to the press. The media reaction of course intense. The story is covered not just extensively in France but also in Switzerland, Belgium and Scandinavia.

So where's Dr. Satan? During his seventh months in hiding, Pettio hid with friends and some patients, claiming the Gestapo wanted him because he had killed so many Germans, so many German informers. He was such badass Nazi hunter. He was a hero. He was a hero on the run.

Perfect time, obviously, for a story like that. Eventually moved in with the patient. George Reddout, there he lets his beard grow and adopts various aliases, excuse me. While leaving with Reddout, P petio ventures out only at night, sometimes returning with weapons claimed to have been captured from Nazi patrols, where do you really get them? And not sure, maybe he did kill some Nazis. Feels like he was just trying to build up

that resistance hero narrative now more. Backing up a bit in out of March 13th, 1944, when the search for petio began, his wife and son were found, questioned in Paris, along with his brother more east he left them to go on the run you know hideout george at said that they uh... she had barely said for dinner husband nearly uh... five hundred thousand dollar frank home

and that she didn't know all of his business she also bragged about his talent for renovation particularly talent with woodworking and sculpting he was getting the place nice hard to say if george at knew anything about her husband's crimes, as we know, going over the life in crimes of so many serial killers, many of these guys are masters of compartmentalization. And Petio was clearly so intelligent.

I'm sure he could have fooled a lot of people and she possibly truly had no idea what he was up to. If she did know she was a great actress, I found a pick online of her fainting during a cross examination of her husband at his later trial and she had to be carried out of the courtroom a little bro Maurice Pethio now gets interrogated by the commission

Maurice told him he is brother drifted apart In the early 1930s after Maurice married his wife in September of 1934 the brothers didn't speak for five years over Some incident where a kleptomaniac Marcel of course stole some of Maurice's shit. I'll buy it They had been mending their relationship in recent years having lunch or dinner years over, some incident where a kleptomaniac Marcel, of course, stole some of Marisa's shit. I'll buy it. They had been mending their relationship in recent years, having lunch or dinner with Marisa's family in Paris every two weeks or so. When asked about his brother's murder mansion, he said, I have never known which street the private mansion was on.

I have never been there, but he was lying. When press he admitted there to admitted to being there at least four times. He said that in July or August of 1943, he'd applied anti-might treatment on some bug-infested furniture and rugs. Few months later, maybe December 1943, he'd gone to shut off the water, in case of an accident with a sudden arrival of cold weather. January of 1944, you brought an architect

to look at some possible leaks. It might be causing humidity problems in a neighboring building. And then not the skilled liar his brother was Maurice confesses to going there at least one more time. He delivered some quick line to 21 ruleless were acting on Marcel's orders. And now he's charged with conspiracy to commit murder and jailed March 17th 1944 poor bastard. Did he really know what his brother was doing? Or did Marcel convince baby bro he was killing Nazis. It seems he may have known.

More evidence will come out against him at his brother's trial revealing that he probably not only knew about the murders, but also helped cover them up and made money off all of it. Few days later, March, you know, a few days later, March 17th. So I guess he had the same day that he jailed. Sorry, not a few days later, a few days from a previous thing, but the same day he was jailed. Petyo's buddy, René Gustave, Nizonde is arrested. A friend of Nizonde is picked up also on the 17th. His name, Big Day here, Roland Pochan, and he admits referring clients to Nizonde in Petio.

Back in July of 1942, Pochan had told some detectives at Nizonde had described Petio as the king of the criminals, claiming that he had seen 16 corpses stretched out in the basement of the murder mansion. A second witness called Nazonda's admission or recalled, excuse me, a second witness recalled Nazonda's admission that he had helped Petyo hide some of the bodies. I'm sure for a cut of some of the money. Nazonda for his part initially denied the charges, but then did confess five days later on the 22nd.

He had a different chronology for the story though claiming that he first learned the slaughter at the murder mansion November of December 1943 when Petty always in Gestapo custody Besides the corpses he claimed he'd also seen a diary now missing which listed the names of 50 or 60 victims Six others were soon arrested in the Petty Oman hunt including a barber who referred clients to petio from his shop on Rude including a barber who referred clients to Petio from his shop on Rue des Monterens and Albert and Simone now new house and who were held for receiving stolen property after they confessed that they helped remove suitcases from 21 Rue Lesua. So many people, so many people involved in this horror show. Most of the subjects, most of the suspects were released in April of 1944,

though in the Zonday would remain in custody for 14 months. Marcel Petrio is still a fugitive, June 6, 1944, when Allied troops invade France and the investigation grinds to a temporary halt. And here, our story takes yet another strange twist. Oh man, this is, check this shit out. During the liberation of Paris in 1944, Petrio adopts the name, the alias Henry or Henri

Valérie. And he joins the French forces of the interior, FFI, in an uprising against the Nazis. Now he legitimately is in a French resistance group. How is the story not some super fucked up movie? And then Pettio shows great skill at the job and sees many quick promotions. The dude who probably shot himself in the foot and faked to at least exaggerate a mental illness during the last big war, his last military stint, the guy currently suspected of being a serial killer.

Now at 47 years old, he becomes a captain in charge of counter espionage and prisoner interrogations at Rulie, or excuse me, in the Rulie district of Paris. Also described as the 12th district or 12th burrow of Paris. Pretty boozy district, by the way, too. It only has one down those pizza, but there are several others just outside of it, and it has five burger kings and seven McDonald's. So clearly, it's one of the nicest neighborhoods in all the France. You know that I have to carry this gag all the way to the end, right?

At the Liberation France is a fucking mess. How could it not be the dark years of the occupation to turn neighbors against neighbors? Now the first priority of a post war, reckoning is to remove Nazi collaborators from positions of power and all this chaos. You know, he's able to get this alias going and advance in this resistance group. You know, this, this looks civil in some aspects to the world. All this revenge, this reckoning as they used the courts to charge enemies with treason. But this reckoning also took the form of lynchings, just random executions, a wide range of vigilante

actions. It was a dark and angry and confusing time, following a dark and fearful and confusing time. Even women who were accused of doing nothing more than sleeping with the German, known as horizontal collaboration, they were punished harshly by these than sleeping with the German known as horizontal collaboration. They were punished harshly by these mobs in the war's aftermath. Even these women didn't have much of a choice when he came to sleep with Germans. Now, how fucked up for them? In estimated 10 to 20,000 women would have their heads shaved publicly, be stripped naked

or semi naked, forced to march through the streets, sometimes with swatz to cause tard or even fucking tattooed onto their breasts, sometimes wearing signs around their necks declaring, I hoard with the Germans. Europe in the 1940s. Fuck. So much horror. Out of 350,000 people charged with helping the enemy about 60% of the cases will be dismissed for lack of evidence. Around 20% or almost 26,000 people did end up with prison sentences. Around 13,000 sent to do hard labor. And officially over 7,000 received death sentences.

But the vast majority of these cases not followed through with. While many were exuberant about purging France of traders, others did urge caution, appealed for reconciliation and not revenge as the road to reunite France. Captain Henry Vellieri, aka Dr. Petio, not one of the people urging mercy. Oh, no, of course not. He was urging his men and yes, he is in charge of men whose job it is to punish French traders. God, he urged them to show no mercy. He said that France was using eyebrow tweezers when the proper instrument should be a shovel. And September 1944, Petitos in satiable greed almost gets his cover blown.

They had zero interest in laying low and living a quiet life or leaving France to go pull a shit somewhere else. If you wanted to do that, you probably would have just, you know, well, I don't want to spoil it. Anyway, inside, instead that's September two FFI soldiers from Petitos unit robbed the elderly mayor of a Tessencore, a small town of around 1000 just northwest of Paris. They steal 12.5 million francs and cash, collectible stamps, jewelry from the home before killing their victim in front of witnesses.

And this town, this town's a fucking shit hole. By the way, no dominoes, pizza, no burger king, no Mickey D's, skip it. You get it. Three youths, witnesses report this murder and robbery to Petyo, who surprises the shit out of them when he promptly tosses them in jail for reporting it. And if I lieutenant then tries to investigate, this seems fishy. He's ordered off the case by Captain Valerii, aka Petyo. The bandits, murders are then caught and detained, but then very quickly released after probably telling Petio where the loot was. And then so weird, they vanish.

And the money's never recovered. That's odd. Probably Petio killed him and took the loot. Sounds right. By now, a lot of people, including a lot of investigators, think that Petio has either fled the country or is dead. And if now he would have just laid low and lived off all the money he's just stolen, he probably could have started a new life right in Paris, know, Paris, but he felt like he was invincible.

He could get away with anything. So when the French newspaper resistance publishes an article about Patio accusing him of being a disgusting pseudo killer, he just can't shut the fuck up. He mouths off. His defense attorney from the 1942 narcotics case receives a letter in which his fugitive client

claims that the published allegations are lies. They are all lies. He writes in the third person, having lost everything except his life. He, as a nino petio obviously, is risking even that under a false name, scarcely hoping that tongues and pens now freed from their shackles will tell the truth so easy to guess and forget the cl- the clumsy crowd lies that require only two suits of French common sense to see through. Dude still thinks his bullshit story about being a French hero will sell.

After everything he's done, he thinks he can go back to scamming, probably murdering, being rich, being free and paris with his wife and son. Understandably, the police, the French police, they're fucking thrilled by this response. Not only does this letter confirm that Petio is still alive, it also provides clues to his whereabouts. Petio in rushing to defend himself had helped them far more than he knew. His arrogance led him to make some mistakes, right? In addition to admitting his identity as Dr. Eugene, Petio had volunteered.

He was in fact working in the resistance under a different name. He provided them with no less than eight pages of his handwriting to discover his alias and this big letter. He had not bothered to type his response or ask his lawyer to type it. And the envelopes postmark show that the letter had been mailed from Paris. The speed of Pettios rebuttal suggests that he's probably still in the city. The search begins again and now check out another ridiculous story twist. Maybe the weirdest one so far.

Maybe the weirdest one of all. I don't know how this one can be topped. Numerous FFI officers are now assigned to help the French police find Marcel Petio, aka Dr. Satan. One of the officers assigned to try and find him is Captain Henri Vilari. The story is so ridiculous. He has been assigned to fucking hunt himself down. Police and officers like Vilari, aka Petio are told that Petio would probably work in his doctor. So the search focuses on physicians of the resistance. to Petio would probably work in as a doctor. So the search folks is on physicians of the resistance. Right. Finally, after all this, October 31, 1944, Halloween night. So perfect for a Halloween week episode. Dr. Satan, aka Marcel Petio, aka Captain on the re Malary is recognized.

Thanks to newspaper coverage, he's recognized at a Paris metro station, right? The subway, the Saint Mondais Torelle, where there was a down those pizza no more than 300 feet from the station for realsies. It's a nice station, but not the other two. Anyway, 10, 45 PM Halloween night as he punches his metro ticket, a stranger walks up to him, asks him his name. I'm sorry, asking for the time, not his name, forget, forget it, forget it, I said about him, asked him for the time.

Then with Petrio distracted, you know, getting this pocket watch out, look at his time. This stranger literally kicks him in the fucking nuts. Then the three other men that are with this stranger jump on Petio, hail them, not some police officers nearby quickly respond. Petio is carried out of the railway station. A few minutes later blindfolded, gagged his hands cuffed his feet bound. After seven months, 20 days, looting and arrest after years of murder, after fucking a lifetime of getting away with shit, he's finally been really captured. Among his possessions are a loaded six 35 revolver, 31,700 francs, 50 sets of identity documents with six different names.

The arresting officer, Captain Samoan, does not immediately take patio to the proper police precinct for questions said he questions him himself he reports that petio took a condescending tone towards him said he was a hero of the recessions and blasted the officer as a highly enough to capitalist and most of the news in the service of the americans out of this unofficial interrogation captain samonian hands petio over to the police the proper police to detain him then the following day samonian himself is brought before an official purge tribunal that examines cases of suspected German collaboration. After a five minute hearing,

he's found guilty of being a collaborator. He's fired from his position and then he disappears to avoid imprisonment. Years later, when he re-emerges, he says he was convinced that his punishment had come from a certain faction that sought revenge for his arrest of Marcel Petio. There's people that did not want him arrested because there are people who thinks he, he think he really is a resistance hero, that he only killed Nazis and as murder mansion, he had fans. Now in custody, most local media do not have a field day with this story, surprisingly, because his arrest is very embarrassing to the resistance

and to the French law enforcement, you know, Captain Henri Valérie was out there hunting for himself right under the nose is a French authorities. Right when France is trying to rebuild, rebuild some national morale. Albert Camus, a noted French philosopher and journalist who owned a paper called Combat, explained his reluctance to cover the monstrous tale.

We believe we have fulfilled our journalistic obligations by relaying the news without commentary. We will do the same each day, but we refuse to glorify an affair which is repugnant for so many, from so many points of view. Such a crazy time to be French. The Komish, George Victor Masoud, the man in charge of Petio's investigation, he is not able to initially interrogate Petio because he's in jail when Petio gets arrested. He been charged with collaborating with the Germans too, with collaborating with the enemy during Petio's investigation for following Gestapo orders as far as how to handle the investigation, as if he had a choice.

It's just fucking chaos. He was so upset by those charges, he slid his wrists in a non fatal suicide attempt. Then later, luckily, he cleared of all charges due to lack of evidence. And then he would serve out the rest of his police force career with distinction. Thanks. Thanks. Thankfully settled the fuck down after a brief post occupation period of insanity in France. Petit, is now imprisoned in La Santé prison in the 14th district of Paris and is housed on death row. He continues to claim he's innocent. He killed only enemies of France. Today this prison is not near Burger King or Domino's pizza, but it is about a thousand feet from McDonald's.

So it's not in great neighborhood, but it could be worse. Maybe better back then. Now held on death row on suspicion of committee multiple murders, Pettio says he had discovered the pile of bodies in 21 Ru Lesua in February 1944 after his stint in prison, where he was tortured by the Gestapo. And he assumed, you know, that they were Nazi collaborators killed by members of his fly talks network. Uh-huh. He didn't kill those people. He found them.

Listen, sometimes when you're stuck in jail for a while, you come home to a pile of bodies. You know how it is. Still thinking of Danny McBride. Look bro, no one's more fucking pissing me. I got tortured by Nazis, right? And someone used my fucking house for body disposal while I'm gone, I don't see a diamond rent for that shit, so fuck that noise. Now I'm arrested, ah shit, I'm a patriot bro.

I was out there inventing secret weapons and shit. Well, you were sucking Nazi dip trying to keep your fucking desk job. So fuck you. No offense. Petio said that he then asked his brother Maurice for quick-lime to dissolve these mystery bodies into camouflage. Or, eh, camouflage their odor. He certainly didn't kill those people.

Even if he would have. You know, they would have been Germans because because he was a cash dang resistance fighter. Come on. While his claims were investigated, the police find that Petio has no friends in any of the major resistance groups. Now, before his days of being captain on re-evilary, and Petio fucked up by claiming to be

in resistance groups that never existed. It seemed like when he every does something kind of nice, he just, he can't like grain it in. He just takes it too far. Prosecutors eventually charge him with at least 27 murders for profit. They suspect him of committing many more than that. The estimate, his gains ran to 200 million francs,

plus who knows how much gold and jewels that were never recovered. While under pretrial questioning, Petio makes this statement. My conscience does not reproach me in the least. I am proud of what I did as a patriot. If I had not obeyed all civil laws, or if I have not obeyed all civil laws, I will obey the laws of war.

Otherwise the occupation imposed certain precautions on me. Among my comrades in combat, 50 knew my true identity. It required only one of 52 to announce me, and one did. So he's saying, you know, he got screwed by some trader and he's really hero Really sticking to the story. I bet he thought he could still get away with all this the guy never lacked confidence Now he got out of being punished so many times before a pre-traum question would last a full 14 months While in prison he seemed to have a pretty good time actually wrote poetry doodled read a bunch Worked on a book. I'll talk about that later. He's so, knitted, embroidered, smoked so heavily. He got a nickname of a cigarette butt.

It's not very, never creative. I prefer Dr. Satan. While when one prisoner shared some cigarettes with him, he thanked him by sharing some lines of his poetry. The poem ended with these lines. It would be marvelous to see a town in arms, trying to get the bastards, or without the least alarm sacking the palace of justice. But more than that, skinning this one and then that one so that it would be beautiful

to see them die of slow death and to see for 10 years, 10 skins of judges put up for sale. Right? Because he's being screwed by the justice system. Upon hearing this poem, another prisoner across the hall suggested that it wasn't the judges should be skinned. It was Petio. He screamed that Petio would be carved up and slices like a sausage. Clearly some of his fellow prisoners did not buy his, but I'm a hero.

Bullshit. Pettio never had that much contact with many other prisoners. His old buddy, in his own day, held in a different cell as an alleged accomplice. He would have contact with him. This guy claims to have bribed guards so he could speak with Pettio on walks in the garden. He said, I never saw the least emotion on his face. He gave the impression that he could not care less what happened to him. Authorities, while he sits locked up, continue trying to determine the identities of his, of his

alleged victims. On November 10th, 1944, any person who had a member of their family or, or friend disappear between January 1st, 1942. And March 11th, 1944 in Paris was invited to look through a collection of clothing, household goods, and other personal items believed to have belonged to Patio's victims. Of the belongings that were brought in court, there were 53 suitcases, plus three blouses, 13 dresses, 14 nightcounds, 16 girdles, and 24 pairs of panties. Investigators and various members of the media believed he had been overtly sexual with many of his victims Just a coy way of saying he raped and sexually tortured them as Nearly all of them were found naked and there was that whole soundproof

octagonal chamber with wall mounted shackles and a people centered on in his door Hard not to think of that as a torture room There was also speculation that he tortured many of them while wearing some sort of frightening mask, which is random and terrifying. Real good chance he wasn't doing all this just for the money. December of 1944, excuse me, two of Pettyos accomplices Lafonte and Bonnie, as they're described, as well as five of their men, found guilty of helping him do all this executed by firing squad on December 27th.

Upon hearing the news, Petty O said sarcastically that these traders had been honorably executed while he was going to be sent to the guillotine for doing the same thing as the French justice system punishing traders. He's a war hero. Come on. Petty O then goes on trial March 18th 1946 at the Palace of Justice. He stood in front of three judges and a seven man jury while facing 135 criminal charges. Renee Florio, rising legal star and the man who'd already defended Petrio in two past narcotics cases, acted for the defense against a team comprising of state prosecutors and 12 civil lawyers hired by relatives of Petrio's victims. Petrio

took his own defense seriously, Tunted prosecuting lawyers often, you can find some pretty intense trial photos where it looks like he's screaming at them in court. He'd announced the Kate family's lawyer as a double agent and a defender of Jews while noting that victim Joseph Recroy was easy to spot as a collaborator. He said he had a head like a pimp,

you know, like a police inspector. What the fuck is he talking about here? He didn't even the pretending he was only killing people he thought were Nazis and not saying anti-Semitic and anti-Lon forcemanship. He's just so mad. He's been caught. He claimed the other victims had been collaborators or double agents or that vanished people were alive and well in South America under new names that he really was helping them. He insisted that victim, uh, Yahim, uh, Guishnuff was alive and well. When asked why he couldn't be found, Petio smirked South America's big place.

Rebeauty one point by chief judge Michael Lesser for doodling in court. Petio retorted, I am listening, but it doesn't really interest me that much. Another McBride moment. South America's big place, Dickweed, by fucking globe already. Learn some shit, bro. Yeah, I am doodling. Fucking bored, dude. You guys are hellaboring.

This is a murder trial or some kind of weak ass writers room for layman's bedtime stories. Fuck you guys, no offense. Oh, and they asked him about his alleged secret weapon that he developed. He simply said his interrogators were too uncultivated in scientific matters to be able to understand what he was talking about.

Love it. Luke, I could have tried to explain it to understand what he was talking about. Love it. Luke, I can't explain it. You dickwaves, but I will not. It'd be like trying to teach fucking monkeys how to fly planes or some shit. He also reaffirmed that he did kill six to three people, but most of them weren't the ones found in his house. They were Nazis. He buried him out the forest.

Besides the French resistance, hero defense, his attorney also tried to use that old gym that had gotten petriol out of trouble so many times before. He's crazy. Could he get off because of insanity again? How pissed are you going to be? If after all this, he walks free. After the trial, second day on March 19th, 1946, reporters over here, two jurors and judge lesser discussing Petio and private referring to him as a demon and an appalling murderer.

Attorney Florio immediately seeks a mistrial, mistrial. But the appellate court rejects the motion. The trial resumes after the two offending jurors are replaced. On the trial's fifth day, judges and jurors visit 21 rouletes were the murder house. So does Petitle. As he passes by crowd of people yelling French curse words at him, he apparently casually says, peculiar homecoming. Don't you think? You know, I'm meant to kill him 19, the 27 victims found in his house says he's proud of it. He says they're part of the 63 German heads he collected.

The other eight people found in his house. I don't know. These are people who are identified as being French people. Those bodies were fucking, you know, probably dumped there by the Nazis. Why don't you understand, jury? It's a house of many bodies. Sometimes I'm not there, the Nazis will sneak over. They throw some bodies in there. Sometimes when I'm there, I throw some Nazi bodies in there. Come on.

It's easy to figure out if you think about it. Incredibly defense attorney Renee Floreo's summation, Hailing Petio is a hero of the resistance, wins a standing ovation from the courtroom audience in the last day of the trial. He gets a fucking standing. Some people still love this too. Judges and jurors luckily not nearly as impressed after deliberating for just three hours a mere 90 seconds for each of the 135 criminal charges. The court convicts Petio on all but nine counts. So he gets convicted of 126 criminal charges. but nine counts. So he gets convicted of 126 criminal charges. He's acquitted of killing just one person, uh, Nellie Denise Holton, but found guilty of 26 other premeditated murders

and of so much more and sentenced to have his head removed from his body via Gettin. And now he finally stops receiving those disability payments. Payments that have gone to his wife and kid once he been put in jail. I shit you not. Either he or his wife have been getting those fucking payments the whole time since July of 1919, deem their 27 years, 27 years. When he was obviously very capable of working, strangely, Petio doesn't seem phased by the guilty verdict. He thinks he's going to win an appeal. His attorney, Florio does appeal the conviction, you know, citing two complaints. First, he maintains that a mistrial should have been granted.

After Judge Lesser and two jurors publicly declared their belief in Petio's guilt. Also Floreo asserts that one of the witnesses, Margaret Braunberger and her maid, their perjurers, but he loses his appeal. And Petio's death sentence is affirmed just a few weeks later, the appeals process. Man, it was fast back then. And the death row process, super fast. Two months after being convicted, it's the day before he's to be executed, the day before the guillotine. He seems calm, as I thought of his death. Smiley, as he asks his guards, what are they going to assassinate me? Right? Because he's a martyr. He's a

resistance hero martyr. He refuses to see a priest on the day of his execution, referring as he said to take his baggage with him. 330 AM May 25, 1946, the portable guillotine has been delivered to the prison assembled. It's ready to lop this dipshits head off an hour later. Someone from a cell petio refuses the traditional glass of rum. It wants to be sober for his final moments, but he does accept the cigarette. He also agrees not to meet with the priest, but agrees to meet with the prison chaplain for his wife's sake. So I'm proud as the minister, and I guess he just tells him, I'm not a religious man, and my conscious is clean.

Man named Dr. Albert Paul, among the witnesses present, speaks now of how Dr. Satan carried himself in his final minutes. He noted that Peteo moved with ease, as though he were walking into his office for a routine appointment. This dude was unfucking flapable. Evil, the King of criminals. Before he was strapped to the 18th, Petio apparently calmly warmed observer, saying, gentlemen, I ask you not to look.

This will not be very pretty. Then moments later, the blade is dropped. 5.05 a.m. And of course, this final detail would be present in this insane story. According to multiple witnesses, Petio is seen smiling, his fucking decapitated head as it tumbles into the basket, big shitting grin on his face. They killed him but they didn't break him. It was 49.

He was buried in Ivory Cemetery in Paris in an unmarked grave that was later removed in the 1990s and there is I shit you not a dominoes pizza less than 200 feet from that cemetery and a couple burger Kings and a couple McDonald's within a mile It was a top shelf cemetery Location of petios remains now are unknown. I hope they're not near Domino's pizza bird King or McDonald's you get it Let's get out of here Good job, soldier. You made it back.

Barely. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Well, I don't know about you,

but I've never heard a story like that before. What a unique tale. Man, Marcel Petrio, sometimes called the mad butcher, also called Dr. Satan, may have killed between 50 to 60 people, likely killed at least that many, could have killed so many more to the fuck notes. He was an evil, sneaky, weasel. We'll never know. Convicted it killing 26. And he dragged so many others down with him like it, like baby bro, Maurice, not sure how long he ended up spending in prison. He wasn't executed, but he was found

guilty of being an accompl accomplished in multiple murders. His poor wife, Georgeette, she would periodically embarrass herself in public for many years after her husband's death, telling everyone who would listen, including journalists, that he really wasn't war hero, and that one day she would uncover the truth and she would exonerate his name. And that never happened because the truth was he was an evil fuck who deserved to have his head locked off. Not sure what happened to their son. He avoided the press. I wonder why. Marcel Petrio lived a life that was certainly interesting. Started off as an extremely troubled student

who once threw knives at a classmate, fired a gun in class. I started off with a crime when he was a kid with the old fish and pole male theft little racket when he was 17. Then the cleftomaniac got caught stealing weird shit like blankets in the military during World War One. Probably was legitimately shell shocked. By the time he was 22, he'd been sharing his scams, faking or at least greatly exaggerating symptoms of mental illness to get a government disability that supposedly either kept him from working or kept him from holding down a full time job. He didn't either.

He milked this scam the rest of his free life, figured out how to double dip with medical patients and the people's doctor did that for years, then bullied his way into the mayor's office where he stole, you know, more. Got caught but didn't really get in trouble. Then we sold his way into higher office where he stole again. Got caught. Again, didn't really get in trouble. He sure knew how to work the system.

Man, he did. He also likely murdered a few people back in his days living in Vellanuev, Soyeon to cover up you know crimes or to prevent you know scandals then murdered so many more in in Peri all the while he was kleptomaniac in his way, all kinds of other shit. You know who knows how much he really stole from other people. Then when Germany took over in France, he used the chaos and terror to really go full evil, created a fake liberation network known as fly talks to lure more people to their deaths, take their money, more crimes you got away with. The more times he was let off when he got caught because he was quote crazy, the more criminal confidence

he had. Once you figured out he could kill seemingly with impunity, he just killed all kinds of people. People who thought they were going to testify against him, people who related to people who might testify against him. He killed anyone who got his way or anyone he could make money off of. It seemed and he may have sexually tortured many of them as well. Not many details released in that regard. The press, not quite as hardcore about gory sexual details back in the 40s like they are now.

His code name for his fly talks murder scheme was, you know, Dr. Eugene, Dr. Satan feels more apt. Some think you may have taken in more than 100 million Frank's worth of money in jewels with those fly talks murders. I mean, you know, up to maybe 200 million. You know, if it was 200 million, that'd be $40 million in today's money, US dollars. Sorry, it'd be 80 million if it was, you know, 240,

if it was 100, I said that wrong. And what a fucking crazy story. full of so many twists and turns. Petio Lai told many he was part of the French resistance claimed he fought valiantly against the Nazis. Then he was captured and tortured by the Gestapo and in prison for eight months. Then after lying about inventing a number of secret weapons, he said one could fire in silence up to a hundred feet, you know, with deadly accuracy. He really did become part of the French resistance. He became a captain in charge of numerous men tasked with

tracking down Nazis and hiding in French traders, spent time in mental asylums, also spent time in asylum studying to become a doctor working there. When he was supposed to be committed to these islands, his patience. He also claimed to have created a fucking bottle pump to cure chronic constipation, even created a perpetual motion machine. I didn't mention earlier that he claimed to have nearly perfected. He did a lot of different things, a lot of horrible things, a lot of, wow, that was really crazy things. And a lot of that is so fucked up, but also darkly impressive things.

He was crazy. He was a criminal genius in some ways. He was an asshole. Maybe the best scam artist we have covered so far. And I'm glad Marcel Petrio, whose life could easily be the basis for a great movie or at least the inspiration for like a Batman villain or something. Glad he was executed. Now let's recap a bit more of what we learned and learn something new in today's top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways.

Number one, Petrio was a soldier, a doctor, a politician, a fake resistance hero, a real resistance hero, a career criminal, an arsonist, a drug dealer, a mass murderer, maybe a butthole pump and vendor. One of the weirdest resumes ever. Number two, Pettio thought he was bulletproof partially due to being diagnosed several times as mentally ill. Almost every time he was arrested, the charge will be dropped due to insanity. Even thought at the very end, after everything he did, after filling a house full of corpses,

that if his resistance hero story didn't quite pan out, he could still fall back on that insanity plea. Number three, how the fuck was he allowed to be a doctor after only eight months of training? Did he scam his way into a real medical degree? Even French doctors at the time thought there was no way that Patio could have passed his exams after eight months of schooling. He was a, he was a good scam artist. Number four, France currently has 445 dominoes pizzas, 335 burger kings and 1,485 McDonald's offering the finest in French cuisine. I don't know why that's so funny to me. Number five, new info.

Petio wrote a manuscript for a book while waiting to be executed in prison. It was, of course, a bizarre book. It was, it wasn't exactly a book about scams. It kind of scammed Jason though. If you would have been freed and been able to sell it, that would have kind of been a scam. And I probably would have made him a ton more money.

Petio wrote about how to defeat the odds in games of chance from poker to the lottery roulette to the races. This book had columns and columns and calculations, astrological symbols, surreal ramblings, and it provides some unique insights into his mind. He just, he describes fellow human beings in this book at one point as animated meatballs. He really did not give a fuck about other people. He described the world

as a concert of bitterness. And one paragraph he wrote, not a single one of all creation is content with its fate. The stone is sad thinking of the oak that grows in the sun. The oak is sad thinking of the animals that run in the shade of the forest. The animal is sad thinking of the eagle that ascends the blue sky, and man is sad because he cannot understand why he has been placed here, and he knows all his imperfections. That actually makes a lot of sense to me. About this book, he wrote, this is a serious book that I am writing to amuse myself by reading it seriously. You will amuse yourself and certainly gain something. The research he wrote was undertaken by Dr. Eugene, ex-chief of the resistance group, Flytox. He said the columns of numbers in the book were created under the supervision of Captain Valerii, and that any errors in the book should be ascribed to Dr. Marcel Petio. Jesus Christ. The title of his 360 page book

was supposed to be beating chance. He believed that chance was just an illusion. He wrote, there is no chance. Only probabilities that submit to special laws. All of these probabilities could be discovered with reason and application because as he put it, there is no effect without cause and all effects result from a certain number of causes, which are often multiple and complicated. But once a person discovers those laws, he or she can control them and apply them with profit.

Petriot promised to guide the reader through his, through uncharted territory, a virgin forest bristling with calculus. This guy was a fucking genius. An evil genius, with a fucking genius, cold blooded killer genius, crazy genius, my mind is spinning. Time, suck, tough, right, crazy genius. My mind is spinning. Time suck, tough, right takeaway.

Dr. Satan has been sucked. I thought this one was gonna be interesting, and it ended up being far more interesting than I expected. I don't know, crazy fake commercials or anything this week, crazy characters. I just found this story so inherently fascinating all on a zone. I just didn't feel like adding anything

to try and make it more compelling or entertaining. It's the Holy Shit. Thank you. It is amazing. If you told this story, it's a story was a movie and you didn't say it was based on a true story, I think most people would be like, what the fuck get out of here? This would never happen. This is nonsense. But apparently, very true. Thank you to the Bad Magic Productions team for all the help making times like this in every week. Queen of Bad Magic, Lindsey Cummins, doing so much.

Reverend Dr. Joe Pezi, also doing a lot. Thanks to Zach Flenner. He doesn't do, if I can do anything. No, he does a lot. The script keeper for Tackle and Initial Research this week. Thanks to Biddelixer for keeping the time stock out on his smooth to Logan, the art world lock Keith our creative director,

creating all the merch and more at badmagicmerch.com. Thanks to Lizzie and Chantras Hernandez who runs our Colt to the Curious Facebook private page, currently Colt to Curious 2. Still, we haven't gotten trouble yet. Now, and I probably jinxed it. Along with her wondering, all seen eyes moderators, we have so many great moderators.

She helps Logan with socials as well. Thanks to beefstakes, still over on Discord, you know, with the Mod Squad, keeping over 10,000 meat sacks happy over there. Next Monday on TimeStack, we will explore another space lizard voted in topic, also fitting for coming out around Halloween the day after Halloween, the dark history of nursery rhymes. Save to say that some of the first memories of words strung together by, you know, for many of us, probably from nursery rhymes. Mary had a little lamb, Humpty Dumpty, three blind mice. That one about the baby that was waving a tree for some reason and fell the fuck out. On the surface nursery rhymes seem to be just simple lyrics for kids to learn

how to use the English language a little better. But historians say several of the most famous nursery rhymes are also laced with political propaganda, violent history, religious persecution, and more, more than a few questionable accent ideals, from decapitations and torture to racism and incest. You know, child-friendly stuff. For the suck, we're going to be looking into many of the most common, you know, commonly sung nursery rhymes and they're much heavier to tales. But we won't just be sticking to the English language.

For better or worse, the whole world seems to have done this kind of thing to kids. Would you believe me? If I told you that Russia has some seriously fucked up nursery rhymes? Of course you would, as you should, because they do, and it's always fun to explore Russia. Join us for a deep suck into the dark and equally weird as fuck history of nursery rhymes next Monday on TimeSuck. And now let's head on over to this week's TimeSucker updates. Funny and far hiking sucker Craig aka butters has an Oregon trail related message to

kick things off. Craig writes free money. Now let it have your attention. Greetings master sucker. My name is Craig and I'm 27 years old from upstate New York. I first discovered time suck when I was hiking to the Appalachian Trail, Appalachian, from Georgia, Maine in 2019.

Since then I listened to every episode and got, even got my dad listening while he drives for work. I'm ready for the first time I've listened to the episode in the Oregon Trail. This past summer I hike from Mexico to Canada on the continental divide trail and cross the Oregon Trail multiple times. I wanted to share some comparisons.

I thought of between my journey and the people who made the voyage in the 1800s. For starters, I was carrying all of my food and supplies on my back over rugged terrain. Well, I didn't have to worry about cholera. Hikers do have to worry about giardia and norovirus that can be contracted through water sources you drink. The day you started the crack of dawn, you're walking all day trying to ratch out enough food and supplies to make it to the next town. I was always hoping to run into friendly strangers while approaching roadways so I could

go into town and buy more food wash my clothes, find a place to rest my head for the night. Attached there are some pics and videos from passing the Oregon Trail in Lewis and Clark pass. Anyways, I wanted to take this time to thank you and everybody at the Bad Magic team for providing me with entertainment on both long distance hikes I have conquered. Now, after doing nothing but hiking for days on end, it's nice to pop in my headphones,

to distract myself from any aches and pains or tiredness I'm feeling. You save my boredom on many long 30 mile days or short days where I'm stuck in my tent because of rain and for that I can't thank you guys enough. Here's to many more adventures. For me, the time stock will be a part of Keep on Sucking. Butters, my trail name, all on the trail, aka Craig.

Well, Craig butters, thanks for writing in. And congrats on such an epic journey, two journeys. I mean, the full length of the continental divide trail, just the rest you meet, Sacks, know, is a thousand miles longer than the full length of the Oregon Trail, 3100 miles. Yeah, Modern Shoes, electrolytes, podcasts, all the new gear, of course. That's still so impressive. That's a lot of walking in any age.

A lot of, you man, going over mountains, that's incredible Craig. What a cool connection that gave you to the Oregon Trail. Cool, you know, seeing some terrain that looks like it did back in Lewis and Clark's Day. Thanks for the pick video and man, good on you. And you saw some vistas. Uh, now married mead sack Michael writes in with a shivery update. This is ridiculous.

Uh, and shivery was that whole Oregon trail wedding night haze and we talked about. Here goes. To he who sucks hardest and deepest, this message is in two parts. Firstly, shivery is still alive and well and well. Just finished the Oregon Trail episode where you mentioned you had never heard of it. If only I were so lucky. I live in Southern Kentucky where shivery took a slightly different path. Instead of banging pots and pans to cock, to cock, block and early white couple, it is now frat level hazing for the groom.

About a week before my wedding, my older brother and other family members grabbed me, tied me up with plastic wrap, took me to a field. This is ridiculous. They then proceeded to pour rotten milk on me, throw flour at me, peld me with eggs. I cannot describe the stench to you. I had what amounted to rancid pancake batter in every orifice. This was also in December. Jesus. So the milk and egg mixture became a gooey slime. Six showers later, I still stink. That is ridiculous. The second part of the email is a comments law. Being a relatively newlywed, my wife and I are still discovering things about each other. Thanks to time sucks. She discovered I'm fucking degenerate. I was not aware latest episode. I was not aware that my wife had walked into the room.

The next line out of the speakers was, she could suck a New York steak through a straw. Look on her face was of utter disappointment in her recent decisions. Love the show. Wouldn't change a thing. Three to five stars. Loyal sucker, Michael. Love a Michael. Well, you know, hopefully she accepted that line as a challenge.

Also what the fuck, your family is lucky I have a good sense of humor. I'm pretty sure they could all be in prison for that hazing. That was brutal. That sounds like they fucked you up good. And I'm not gonna lie, I would love to have been there with them doing it. I ain't, how fun would that be if you're on that side of it?

That's so fun to have fucking kidnap a family member and just rough him up for a while. I bet they were giggling their asses off. Thank you for the last, man. Super sucker Blair now wants to keep the funny going with an update from around the Green River Killer Suck days. This just made me laugh. I hope it makes you laugh too, Blair writes,

Clean Wean product review as a 40, as a 47 year old bed wetter. I was excited when I heard about your new product. I know it's my mother's job to clean my wien after an unfortunate nocturnal event, but I'm married so my wife does it. But it's okay, because she's like a mother to me.

I was excited when I was notified that the product had arrived in my local post office. I slipped on my size. I find this so funny. I slipped on my size five Velcro Pumus. Oh, I guess it's a little feet. Jumped in my sweet Ford F350 diesel with 10, 10 inch lift and 44 inch tires,

drove down to pick up my new clean wing. Once I opened the product, my excitement quickly changed to utter disappointment. What type of equine was this made for? The size of the hole and the two inch thick bar, obviously was not designed for the average man. I know because my wife said she looked it up on the internet and at two inches I'm exactly average size when it max length. I tried the product anyway, but was forced to move it around in a circular motion so

it can clean my wing all the way around. I had to push the bar forcibly into my average size test goals in an attempt to keep my helmet from disappearing into the lather. After 30 seconds of vigorous cleaning and of course losing maximum size, which once again my wife says is average, I rinsed and dried off. The real horror came 30 minutes later when I had to pee. My ween to become a flame thrower trickling the lava into the toilet. It was like summer taking a glass rod and shoved it into Mr. Happy's mouth, broke it off and smashed it. Do some goddamn research and not as a local stables. I like the concept and maybe you should offer it in several sizes, not just the current Mr. Red size, three out of five stars,

and that's only because I like the burn. Blare. I like that. I like that. That was great. That was well done. Man, reviewing the old fucking nonsense product and so good.

Okay, another organ trail update now. Coming in from Domino's Pizza Sucker, no shit, Nelson. How could I not include a Domino's Pizza Related Update? Nelson writes, hey master sucker, my name is Nelson. I'm a listener to your stand-up since middle school. I blame you for my fucked up sense of humor. I started listening to the suck back in 2019 when I heard a Pandora ad

and have been hooked ever since I'm bad magic. I was listening to the most recent episode in the Oregon Trail. When you mentioned Mormon hand cards, I knew I had to write in. I grew up Mormon left the church when I turned 18. When I was 13, I went on a Mormon trek. For those not familiar, Mormon trek is a several day event where you dress up like a pioneer and try to live life as a Mormon pioneer. In the olden days, my parents and siblings would have

had to ration water, kill and cook chickens themselves, all while walking 10 plus miles a day, pushing hand carts and wearing old time clothes. When I went in 2015, things were not nearly that bad. We had full medical crews, and we're allowed to have camelbacks and modern shoes. But even with these modern comforts, I only made it through the first day, three miles before ending up in the medical tent, with severe dehydration. The next couple days, I walked to total 10 miles before being pulled off the trail permanently by the medical team.

This tiny experience of pioneer life left me amazed at the people that could make the actual trip to Utah and beyond. The only thing I could think during the most recent episode was fuck that. Anyway, sorry for the rambling email. It's currently 4.30 a.m. I'm ready to crash. It's this for whatever reason gets read on the podcast.

I would like to shout out to my co-workers at the Domino store, 9106. We've had a rough couple of months. At one point only having five employees to run a 20 employee store. I'm trying to get them to listen to suck with some success. Anyways, thank you Nelson. But I fucking love that you sent this in from Domino's. Yeah, man, that sounds brutal. And hope life is getting better for you now.

Hope it's not so crazy at the, at the domino's there. I hope you're making some of that sweet Hawaiian pizza. Mm, hope you're making that sweet dessert pizza. Man, I can shove some of that in my face right now. I just, just keep cooking up Francis, finest cuisine. God, the French love domino's pizza. One more organ trail update. This is a very quick one.

Maybe laugh, pioneer sucker, Funny guy, Jared writes, dude, if you hit enter, when you are hunting, you move forward, Jared. That can, that can, that can, that can, that can, that can, that can save a little Joe and burgers and showbiz and lose the fena. But instead they all died in the river. I, I wouldn't rush so much. I would have had enough food.

I would have slowed down. Okay. Well, that's all for the update today. Thank you for listening, Meat Sacks. I love what kind of people you are. And we'll get on over to the end of the show now. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. Thanks, care for listening to this Bad Manchuk Productions podcast, Meat Sacks. Thanks, careful listen to this bad magic production podcast meet sacks. Please do not start tricking people into wandering into your murder Mansion to kill them and burn them in a coal stove and Don't continually scan the government for extra money even evil wizards like Marcel or Marcel Petriot get caught eventually just keep on sucking I'm not a production. Man, all I talk about, awesome French food just got me so hungry.

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