Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 39 - Bonnie & Clyde: Original Gangsters

Episode Date: June 12, 2017

On May 23rd, 1934, 23 year old Bonnie Parker was shot 26 times. 25 year old Clyde Barrow was shot 17 times. They died in a hail of gunfire, initiated by legendary Texas Ranger Frank Hamer, who'd come out of retirement to catch them.  Why did the law man want them that dead? Because for over two years, the Barrow gang had been behind a preposterous number of bank robberies, prison breakouts, and murders. Who were Bonnie and Clyde? Why'd they do it? Find out in this high speed pursuit, bustin' loose edition of Timesuck! Today's episode is brought to you by Dollar Shave Club. Go to www.dollarshaveclub.com/timesuck today and get their badass Executive razor handle, four stainless steel, six blade cartridges and a tube of Dr. Carver's Shave Butter sent to your door for only 5 bucks! Best razor you'll ever use Timesuckers!

24-year-old Clyde Barrow barreled down a little-known road in their Gibsland, Louisiana. A sleepy town of less than 1,000 that was a minor railroad hub and former home of Coleman College, one of the first institutions in Louisiana for black students, a college that would shut his doors in 1944. Now the town is mostly known for holding annual Bonnie and Clyde festival. Clyde was in a 1934 Ford V8 Model 730 to Lux sedan. He'd stolen the month before from Jesse Warren to pick up Kansas driveway. And he had the gas pedal pushed all the way to the floor.

The car shaking at his top speed of 85 miles an hour, sitting at his side, his lover, accomplice, and last remaining member of his gang, 23 year old Bonnie Parker. It was May 23rd, 1934, and Bonnie and Clyde were on the run all the time in May of 1934. There have been extra heat on the pair since two young highway patrolmen, HD Murphy and Edward Bryant Wheeler were shot and killed by Clyde and another member of his gang at

the intersection of Route 114 and Dove Road near grapevine Texas on Easter Sunday. Unbeknownst to Bonnie and Clyde, six officers led by Texas Ranger and all around dude not to be fucking trifled with Frank Hamer, a man who'd been tracking the pair relentlessly for weeks were hiding behind some bushes on the side of the road, ready to ambush the pair. And when they heard that Ford's big V8, revving towards him, the lawmen didn't ask the two to pull over. They opened fire, they filled that Ford full of 167 rounds of ammunition pouring out of the Remington

Model 8 and browning automatic rifles. They had zero interest in bringing them in alive, and they were far from alive when the shooting stopped. The corner's report list declined being hit by 17 bullets and Bonnie getting 26 pieces of lead in hers. How did their lives get to the point where the law wanted them that dead? Find out in this ill-fated lovers gangster edition of Time Suck. Happy Monday everybody, I'm Dan Cummins and thanks for listening to Time Suck.

Got some fun news today. The video version, I'm a last stand up record, don't wake the bear, is now on Amazon video. You can watch it for free on Amazon Prime if you'd like. I don't even know that. Tell some of you fans started messing with me because the record label that produced it is a fucking joke and they're terrible and they tell me nothing. Thank God I'm no longer with him going forward. But I am happy with how this special turned out.

And I'm glad you can watch it now. And I'm glad you can watch it for free if you got prime. So that's that. And yeah, that's exciting for me. Thank you to all you suckheads, all you time suckers for all the iTunes reviews this past week. Thanks for the good feedback about JFK,

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Bangal Hide t-shirts. I hear they give you unlimited astral projection ability the first 60 days you wear them and then limited astral projection there on after that. You can see some picks of time suckers wear these at Dan Cummins comedy on Instagram. It's at Dan Cummins comedy on Instagram. The third time sucked tea isn't quite here. We had some technical difficulties getting the things coordinated for printing, but that's all right. That's all right. That's the printers now. Should be in the store very, very soon. What is in the store right now? Do you have some new stuff? I got some signed copies of my Don't Week the Bear Album and also some signed copies of my very adult fake kids book called Daddy Bear and Three Rabbits Meet the Real World.

And if you heard that track off of Don't Week the Bear and you didn't know, I had the book illustrated like a graphic novel. I'm so happy with how it came out. And I have copies autographed specifically to Time Suckers at Timesuckpodcast.com. And there's also going to be pictures, you know, from today's episode at the website as well as always. And finally, big thanks to time-sucker Nicholas J.Q. Dunns more for suggesting this particular topic a long time ago. And let's get into it. Let's get into it right after a few time-sucker updates. Oh, the nuclear debate, the old nuclear pronunciation debate.

A lot of time suckers wrote in over my pronunciation of the word nuclear in the JFK episodes. And you know what's time we have a talk. It's time we have a talk. This is brought up before I tried to change and say nuclear, but then I did some research and realized I don't have to change and say, nuclear, but then I did some research and realized I don't have to change. Turns out there are two acceptable ways to pronounce nuclear. Some people, including some very prominent people, incorrectly on the original technical level, say nuclear or nuclear. This is another way they have written out, but nuclear is theuler is the mispronunciations. This mispronunciation is so common, it's found its way into popular culture, like in 1989,

the Woody Allen film, crimes and misdemeanors, Mia Ferro's character says she would not fall in love with the man who pronounced the word nuclear. Another version of this is nuclear, nuclear, there we go. Just slight slight variation. Well, President George W. Bush, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Bill Clinton, I've pronounced the word this way in the past, President Jimmy Carter said, nuclear, Homer Simpson still says

nuclear. American dictionaries now recognize nuclear as an accepted variant of the word. They do say that people might be confusing the word with words like circular and secular. At least one book attempted to argue that the presidential versions are actually correct and that weapons labs since World War II used nuclear as a pronunciation. It's not a settled issue. So if you want to be safe, they do say, say, new clear. New clear. I just don't like it that way.

This is what Maryam Webster says. They say, we do not list a pronunciation of nuclear as acceptable. We merely listed as a commonly used pronunciation. This pronunciation is preceded by the obelisk mark. It's as a commonly used pronunciation. This pronunciation is preceded by the obelis mark, it's like a little division mark. This mark indicates a pronunciation variant that occurs in educated speech, but that is considered by some to be questionable or unacceptable. We are definitely not advocating that anyone should use those pronunciations or that they should abandon the others as they are regarded as more acceptable. But here's

the deal. So while nuclear is the proper, undisputably correct pronunciation of the world, nuclear has been used so often, it's forced its way into acknowledgement by the pronunciation police as an acceptable alternate pronunciation of the world. And I like to wear Rolls-Off's tongue. We also have to account for regional dialects.

I have kind of like a red necky accent at times, and it's from where I grew up in a small town in Oregon. It's almost southern in nature. It's like a rural accent. And it is what it is. And I like nuclear. I like the way it rolls off the tongue. I'm never going to sound like Tom Broca.

Never going to be up here going very popular, a very proper speaking member of the media. We will say things in a sanitized, perfectly acceptable way. I like sometimes using the alternate pronunciations. A little more blue collar. Feels a little more genuine to me. But anyway, that's what I'm gonna do. So I'm gonna continue to say nuclear, so fuckin' get over it.

I'm gonna add to its take over of the original pronunciation. I'm gonna say it's so goddamn much. I hope that so many others end up saying it like I do. And then someday, Merriam Webster recognizes as the actual proper way to say the word. And if you don't like that, you can go suck yourself, right? But seriously, a pronunciation for a lot of words, you know, they change over time, depending on common usage. It's not like some word God made all of our words in a divine word factory, and they were to remain untouched forever. You know, this must not be altered. Actually, word God, we're now pronouncing it as altered.

Motherfucker. Okay. So that's that. So nuclear, nuclear, nuclear. I hope it drives you crazy. Michael McDonald update. Yep. Time suckers Scott Long and Brandon Thomas.

Let me know that Michael McDonald and Kenny Loggans, who I both mentioned several times, were on this night show with that funk bass maestro thunder cat just the other day on June 5th. I watched them sing a show you the way. Oh super weird, super funky, beautiful, and fucking glorious. They still got it, they still got it. And finally, one more quick little time-sucker update. Suckhead Adam Griffin wrote in regarding me referring to a whale as mocha dick in the shark episode saying, damn what the fuck, mocha dick? I think it's mobi-moby dick, LOL.

Well, just in case anyone else is confused, I did say it was Moby Dick. When I was referring to the fisherman hating whale, written about in Herman Melville's classic tale of the same name, Moby Dick. However, just to be clear to anyone else who thought I misspoke, Moby Dick is in fact partially based upon tales and a vinyl sperm whale that was called Moka Dick, reportedly destroyed 20 whale in ships off the coast of Argentina,

around Mocha Island in the early 19th century. So old chocolate coffee dick was a real creature and not just a sugary caffeinated chocolate penis that I Freudianly inserted. And that's all the updates I got for this week. I know many more of you sent some stuff in, I'll get to as much of it as I can going forward. We got a lot of Bonnie and Clyde to get to today.

Next time, suckers, I need a net. We all did. Bonnie and Clyde, lovers, gangsters, folk heroes, ninjas, puppeteers, hummol figurine collectors, birdwatchers, anthropologists. Okay, one of those first three are true, but the last five were fun to say. I think you know, if you've already listened to a few episodes of this suck, that this episode is going to call for a big timeline, big time suck timeline, a dual time suck timeline. So let's take a march to the childhoods of both Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow

as March right up until their last days. Just like an early 20th century game of Dueling Banjoes, we'll do a little Dueling Time Suck Timeline. And then I think it'll be fun to bounce out. Reflect a little deeper on the duo and the times they lived in before we head on out of the episode. So let's get to it. Shrap on those boots soldier.

We're marching down a time, some time line. March 24th, 1909. Clyde Chestnut, Barrows, born just outside of Toledo, Texas, a little unincorporated community, 44 miles south of Dallas with two notable residents according to the Townsville P.D. page. Clyde Barrow and Jason Massey. A monster born in 1973 who wrote about rape and murder fantasies and his diary growing

up, worship Charles Manson, and was known to torture animals as a child. On July 26, 1993, Jason murdered two teenagers, 14-year-old Brian King and Brian's 13-year-old step-sister Christina Benjamin in his hometown, and then was quickly connected to the crime by forensic evidence and arrested shortly after getting out of jail for animal cruelty. It was executed by lethal injection on April 3rd, 2001 before his execution he confessed to his crime to the murdered teenager's family. His crime was documented on an episode of the TV series forensic files called Pure Evil is one of the few episodes of that show rated TV mature. So you know, high amount of bad seeds per capita coming out of old Tileco. Clyde was born to a kumi tabitha barrel. I'm guessing kumi. I couldn't find any

examples on YouTube of anybody saying this kind of name. It's spelled kumi. C-U-M-M-I-E. Oh, kumi. Oh, kumi tabitha. Maybe come wasn't a common word for male semen back then or maybe it was and that's uh that's how little her parents thought of her thought of her. What are we named a baby? But come. I don't care. Just call it come. Just get the girl.

Well, call it comey then. She's comey call it comey face. She's so comey comey to have a barrel. Homemaker and Henry Barrow poor farmer. He was a fifth to seven children. You know what? Because when you're a poor farmer, you don't pay for help around the farm. You make help around the farm. Well, on October 1, 1910, Bonnie Elizabeth Parker is born in Rauena, Texas, a little town of a few hundred people in the

center of the state, 65 miles south, Abelene, and 27 miles northwest of San Angelo. So basically, she'd be born in the center of the state, 65 miles south of Abilene and 27 miles northwest of San Angelo. So basically she'd be born in the sticks. Her father, Charles Parker, was a bricklayer and her mother, Emma Parker, was the first woman to work on the International Space Station. Get the fuck out of here that never happened. Her mom stayed at home, took care of the kids.

Bonnie had a roof over her head and Ruhina, but not much else, times were tough and much of Texas in the 30s when much to country was reading from the stock market crash in 1929 Well 1914 Charles Parker Bonnie's father dies at age 30 when his neck was broken in a fall off of a scaffold His death was the inspiration for the now commonly quoted saying always check your shoes before you scaffold unless you want to slip And think you've caught your balance, but then you slip again and you fall off But then you catch yourself But then you lose your grip and then you fall in and you break your neck. I'm sure you guys have heard that one

Emma Parker then moved with her three kids from Ruinatexus to her parents home near West Dallas She never remarries and it begins at working for the overall manufacturing company as a seamstress raises her kids in a town near West Dallas known as cement city, which sounds like a fucking terrible place to grow up in the days before a Wi-Fi Netflix. Atlas Obscureist describes the cement city of the early 20th century as a small industrial town, three miles west of Dallas. Sounds so much fun. So much fun to grow up in cement city. So Bonnie never has a father figure in her life starting at the age four. Her choice to hook up with not one, but two career criminals makes a little more sense. When you consider this possible daddy issue angle,

Bonnie would grow open Cement City and go to Cement City High School where she won numerous awards for poems, drama and spelling, which she always enjoyed when she was little. She hoped to become an entertainer. And I'll read one of her poems later and I gotta say, talented, very talented.

1922, Clyde and his family moved to Dallas after they lose the farm and a bad drought. His dad runs a gas station, the family lives in the back of it. That's right. Clyde grew up in a gas station. I don't feel like many people can say that. At least not many people can say it

and have it actually be true, right? So weird. Where's your room, Clyde? Oh, it's right between pump number three and the donut stand. Clyde attend school, it's right between pump number three and the donut stand. Clyde attend school, studying at the back of that gas station until the age is 16. And he, and he, it's where I also learned how to play both guitar and saxophone. He had dreams of becoming a musician, which I'm sure made his poor struggling father,

just ecstatic. We lost the farm and now you're focusing on the guitar and even worse the saxophone. Are you out of your goddamn mind? Why can't you study accounting? Like someone with some goddamn sense? We live in a gas station Clyde. Please get a real job. The stock market's about to crash for fuck's sake. That's right. Henry Barrow both cursed and predicted the future, uncommon for a poor farmer in those days.

and predicted the future, uncommon for a poor farmer in those days. 1925, young Bonnie Parker meets Roy Thornton. Bonnie met Roy Thornton late 1925 in Dallas. He's working as a waitress. Bonnie was 15, and 18-year-old Roy was already a petty thief, whose actual job title was Wilder. Bonnie was so crazy about Roy that she even had Bonnie and Roy tattooed in hearts on her inner thigh. Scandalists. Tattoos were around for sure back in the 20s, but not super popular.

Bonnie definitely had some bad griller. September 25th, 1926, the pair Mary's almost right away and they dive into a tumultuous relationship. Here's an excerpt from her diary. What would I do with these old time sucks if these fucking assholes didn't keep diaries? Well, what a lost art. Now all people have shitty Facebook posts. She says, dear diary, before opening this year's diary, I don't know why she made a British.

Let's just run with it. Before opening this year's diary, I wish to tell you that I have a roaming husband with a roaming mind. We are separated again for the third and last time. The first time, August 9th to 19th, 1927. The second time, August 1st to 19th, 1927, and the third time, the seventh, 1927. I love him very much and miss him terribly,

but I intend on doing my duty. I am not going to take him back. Let all men go to hell, but we are not going to sit back and let the world sweep us by. All right, very dramatic. I like it, but you know, legit drama. You got this kind of dude in your life. When Roy returned in early 1929

after being on front nearly a year, Bonnie does finally kick him to the curb. And then Roy wound up in prison again for robbery. And even though Bonnie washed her hands of him, she felt it was just kind of like dirty, like sort of dirty, defiled divorce papers while he was locked up so she never did. She was still married to him when she would die later. Still had her wedding ring on from that first

marriage when she passed away. Who knows if she made a separate deal with Gly, who knows? No one knows on that. But then side note on Roy, just like her next man, Clyde, old Roy would end up getting shot to death, locked up, Roy met fellow inmate Charles Frazier and the two concocted a plan for escape that unfortunately and very badly for Roy. They attempted to escape twice the first time in March 7th, 1937 with three other convicts, all five were caught, when three were wounded and put back in their cells. But then the soon after tried to escape against a few days later, in this time the pair led 27 other inmates in an escape that would not be successful again of the 27 inmates, Roy was the one of two who met his end as he was shocked dead by the prison guards.

Okay well 1926, around this time old Clyde, he was turned into a life of crime. Shortly after leaving high school, I was arrested for the first time on a charge of auto theft 1926. His dad was pretty happy there at least he just wasn't sitting around playing the saxophone. I don't know if that sentence is true, but he was arrested. Clyde allegedly initially arrested for automobile theft as a result of neglecting to return a rental car. I didn't even know they had rental cars back then. While these charges were dropped, Clyde was arrested again only three weeks later with his brother Buck, who would later initially refuse to join the Barrow gang during the height of its notoriety. And then Buck, I mean, Clyde was arrested for a possession of a truck full of stolen turkeys.

And then Bonnie, in January 1930, Bonnie meets Clyde Barrow, a friend who witnessed the courting remarked, I could tell him Bonnie's eyes and her voice and the way she kept touching Clyde's sleeves he talked, I knew that it was different from the young girl love she'd given to Roy. Even locked up, Roy heard about Bonnie running around with Clyde and according to friends, they wanted to kill Clyde. I'm sure he did. When Bonnie took Clyde home to meet her mom, he didn't exactly make a good impression.

Please show up and arrested him at her mom's house for a robbery he committed in Waco in various counts of auto theft. Man, I'm sure Emma Parker was just overjoyed. Her daughter's husband, is in jail already. Now she brings home a new guy who gets arrested in her house. She probably poured herself a sift drink in the old mother of the year mug. On March 11, 1930, even though the two had only dated a few weeks, they were already madly in love and Bonnie smuggled a 32-cold to Clyde and Waco County jail. Clyde escaped, but he was captured in Middleton, Ohio, March 18, 1930, sentenced to 14 years

hard labor back in Texas. Man, how different were prisons back in 1930? She smuggled in a gun and he used it to escape. Life before metal detectors and mandatory patdowns, well, just so much better for criminals, wasn't it? I just, I couldn't figure out how she smuggled the gun in and never said anywhere. I'm not sure that was ever revealed. I'm gonna go with inner panties because that seems at least likely place to get checked in. It's kind of sexy to me. Or maybe she was super hardcore and she shoved that entire pistol up her ass. Maybe, we don't know. That is less sexy, but somehow more impressive.

And then maybe Clyde then took it from her and then hit it up his own ass. Maybe that's really bonded over, ass play. I don't know, all right? When you Google did Bonnie and Clyde enjoy ass play, nothing comes up that's relative to this narrative. By 1930, Clyde was incarcerated in the Eastham prison farm on a 14-year term for automobile theft robbery.

And of course, for his jailbreak, known as the Murder House or the Bloody Ham, Eastam was notorious for its tough working and living conditions, and as well as guards who had beat inmates with trace chains and perform random spot killings, all of which was standard by the were substantiated by the Texas state legislator legislature and the Osborne Association on US prisons which ranks the Texas prison system as the worst in the nation in 1935. Damn. In 1972, prisoners at Easton filed a class action lawsuit against the Texas Department

of Corrections 1 in 1979, the court found conditions of imprisonment within this prison system constituted cruel and unusual punishment. If cruel and unusual punishment was going on this place in the early 70s, one can only imagine how horrific it was back in the early 30s. Well, during his time in the East, then Clyde transformed from petty criminal

to emotionalist killer when he murdered Ed Crowder, a man who had been sexually assaulting him since he entered the prison. Ed was a vicious man known as Big Ed, six feet tall, 200 pounds. Clyde was only about five, seven, buck 30. He didn't have much of a chance to fight off Ed initially, but then Clyde decided he'd had enough

of getting raped in prison. He'd stabbed Ed and then he got an altercation with Ed and then the prison and stabbed him 15 times with a shank around midnight on October 29th and their cell after that Clyde was done taking anyone's shit. Wallnie some Clyde also witnessed other murders here. He wants to watch a young inmate be murdered by an older convict. All this left Clyde feeling just kind of hopelessly despondent. Meanwhile, I'm being honest to him is his mom is getting close to getting him paroled. She's fighting for that and then unaware that her attempts actually become successful.

He has a fellow convict, chopped off two of his toes with an axe. He did this so he could get a break from his prison work duties on the farm while recovering in just in the prison infirmary. I mean, how bad is that? How bad are the working conditions? We're like, no, what?

I would rather chop off my own contoes than go out there and work on that chain gang for one more day. My God. Well, six days after cutting off this toast, he gets paroled. He gets that little pardon. So, well, not pardon.

He gets that, sorry, early parole. Man, what a bitch that must have been. What mixed emotions you must have when you're like, oh, yeah, I'm out. Ah, I cut off my, yeah, I'm out. I'm out. I'm kind of fucking toes. God damn it. Well, Clyde never fully recovered physically or mentally from his state. East them.

He'd walk with a limp for the rest of his short life. And his criminal career goal became not to get rich off of robberies, but to enact revenge on East them. Before getting out, he enlisted a future gang member Ralph Fulton up in a plan to raise enough money And ammunition to raid the prison farm and kill all of the guards after his release Well February March 1932 immediately after being released from prison the Barrow gang of forms to include core members Clyde Bonnie Raymond Hamilton W.D. Jones Henry Methin Clyde's brother Buck Barrow and B and Bucks wife, Blanche Barrow.

And they didn't form all these members initially, but those would be the core members over the brief few years that the gang would be around. And let's talk about these members really quick, get a feel for who these people are. Start with Raymond Hamilton. Clyde and Raymond had grown up together outside of Dallas. Raymond would go on to commit numerous robberies, even a murder or two with the gang. And they would also later break him out of prison. When Hamilton got taken back into prison, he was executed on May 10th, 1935, with the Texas State Penitentiary Huntsville, Texas by

Electric Chair. And according to witnesses, Hamilton walked calmly and firmly to the chairs and seated himself with the words, well, goodbye, all. All right. William Deacon, WD Jones. WD Jones, WD Jones is who created WD 40. He was robbing cars and things and he developed a grease to help things squeak less, to alert the police to less of the squeaks. Of course, I just made that up poorly. No, WD Jones, just a dude who was 16 when he joined the gang in 1932. He came from a family that was dirt poor. He too had grown

up with Clyde. First meeting him when he was just five years old. When he was six, his dad, older brother and sister all died of Spanish flu within a couple days of each other. So like Bonnie, you know, like Clyde, you know, he, or like Bonnie, excuse me, he grew up without a father. And maybe he saw a strange type of kind of father figure in Clyde. WD has been portrayed in media depictions of the gang as a dumb kid who would run errands and just kind of did which Clyde told him. And then later in an interview with November 1968 edition of Playboy, WD would agree with that depiction. He would say that was accurate. The November 1968 Playboy, uh, playmate of the month, by the way, was Paige Young,

a young woman with a dark connection to Bill Cosby. Paige Young would kill herself with a single pistol gun shot to the head in 1974. Writing in her suicide note that she was sick of being used and tossed aside by men. One of these men may have been Bill Cosby, who was rumored to have obsessed with Young during the height of her fame in the late 60s,

and the two supposedly dated behind his wife's back for months. Bill Cosby, gonna have to do a time suck on that motherfucker when all the smoke clears, and we know exactly what all the real stories are. Well, WD would end up getting arrested in Houston on November 16, 1933, who's convicted of murder without malice, and sentenced to 15 years for a crime he had committed with the Barrow gang.

Interesting crime designation, murder without malice. Yeah, yeah, sure, I killed the feather, but I want, I want to ain't no mad at him. All in all, he reconciled himself to me as a real genial fellow. He just happened to be a stand in what I needed to be and a man not a standing to be. And that's how he got himself shot all up to hell.

It weren't no Madison in any way, no how. Well, February 1935 WD would also receive the maximum sentence for harboring in Alabama. Two years applied to run concurrently with his murder sentence. After six years in the Huntsville Penitentiary, he would then get paroled. Jones would get out of prison, 1941,

and live for many years, next door to his mom in Houston. He'd marry for a time, live a fairly quiet life, and then just like Bonnie and Clyde, he too would die by the bullet. And the early morning hours of August 20th, 1974, Jones accompanied by an acquaintance to a friend's home where she thought she would be given a place to sleep.

He goes along there and then the friend does not allow her in in altercation ensues. And at 3.55am, this friend shot Jones three times with a 12-k shot gun three times. All right. The man told police that Jones was a nice person when sober, but that he knew of Jones reputation and was afraid of him. God damn. Jones was buried in August 22. It broke side and more to park in Houston. Now we got Buck and Blanche Barrow. There was Marvin. Marvin Ivan Buck Barrow and his people loved throwing names around.

Clyde's older brother, six years his senior. Buck was Clyde's early criminal mentor. He was making ends meet as a teenager in Dallas by stealing automobiles in cities all over Texas and selling them for a comfortable hundred bucks. Or so, a fence around the state. He was once arrested just before Christmas 1926 after getting caught with a truck full of stolen turkeys. He intended to sell.

Remember I mentioned that earlier when I was talking about Clyde. Uh, truck full of stolen turkeys. He intended to sell for the holidays. Man, what a, what a crime to get caught for. The stolen fucking turkeys. Hey, there, young fella. Yeah, where'd you find those thirded turkeys you craned into the back of your truck? Oh, those opposite, those are, those are just wild turkeys

I just found them down a long turkey creek There ain't no turkey creek around these pods boy. Oh sure sure there is sure there is Where else would all the turkeys live? You know main of Johnson runs a turkey farm about 10 miles from here, don't you and just this morning You know, Mayna Johnson runs a turkey farm about 10 miles from here, don't you? And just this morning, someone in the truck, a truck looking just like this one, Don't don't store himself about 30 turkeys from old man at the turkey farm. You don't say well that is a heck of a coincidence. You reckon he collects his turkeys from turkey crits, same as me? Boy, you get your ass out of this truck turkey crick. I don't plum ahead of no if you'll turkey jibber jambour.

Well, on November 11, 1929, Barrow meets Blanche called well. Another future member of the Barrow gang in an unincorporated part of Dallas County called West Dallas. They fall in love almost immediately. On November 29, 1929, several days after meeting Blanche,

Marvin Barrow was shot and captured. Following a burglary in Denton, Texas, he was tried convicted and sentenced to four years in the Texas State prison system, but his love in was so good, blanche waited. On March 8, 1930, he just escapes from the Ferguson prison farm near Midway, Texas by walking out of the prison,

stealing a guard's car and driving to his parents place in West Dallas where blanche was living. Man, his plans are already living in his parents place. God, fucking relationships happen quick back then. No messing around. And my God, the amount of people who get shot in this time, suck, a staggering. And again, what a great time to go into prison in the sense that people seem to break out of prison all the fucking time back in the 20s and 30s. Clearly, they were still working out their security measures. If dudes are literally just walking out the door, somebody had to have gotten their ass reamed at least that day. Just how in God's name do the inmates keep getting out of this

prison? Well, warden, the good news is they ain't sneaking through the fence. We don't check the whole fence and they ain't no holes in the fence no more. Well, what's the bad news? Where warden, the bad news is the lock on the front door don't work. Yeah. And also, I'm gonna need a new car because Buck Barrow done drove it off when I was taking my lunch. What kind of imbecile leaves their keys

in their car when it's parked in front of a prison? Where warden, the kind that do believes the front door is locked, I reckon, warden. Well, on July 3rd, 1931, Blanchon, Marvin, Mary, Noctua, Homa, Blanch is not interested in pursuing a criminal career, so she says, but then she and the other members of the Barrow family convinced, well, I guess at this time she's not, because she and the other members of the Barrow family convinced Buck to turn himself into Texas prison authorities

and complete his sentence, so he doesn't have to live on the lamb. Well, two days after Christmas, 1931, his mom, his wife, drive him to the gates of Huntsville, in a tentuary, where he told surprise prison officials that he had escaped almost two years before, and he needed to resume his sentence, and they just welcomed him in. That is fucking hilarious to me.

I don't think that would work that way now. I don't think they'd be like, yeah, yeah, don't even worry about it. We still have your old locker in by yourself. Why do I think that prisoners have lockered all of a sudden like it there is the fucking gym? We still have your old self just go on in there. You remember, Squinty, you remember your old prison

roommate, Squinty Jones? Yeah, yeah, bottom bunk still yours. Fuck now, you'd get like so much more editor to your sentence. But I guess back then they were just like, people were escaping from prison so often, if you came back in and they just didn't have to chase you down, they were like, yeah, no, it's great, fine, come on back. So before he served two years of his six-year sentence,

remaining he was abruptly pardoned, part of a Texas governor, Moff Ferguson's plan to decrease prison crowning and partly due to the lobbying efforts of his wife and mom. Well, prison didn't seem to reform, Buck. I don't even know why he went back because shortly after his release on March 22, 1933, in the company of Blanche,

he joins his younger brother, Clyde's and gang in Joplin, Missouri, where he went on to participate in several armed robberies, killing of several police officers and then on July 19, 1933, he'd get himself shot in the head. Oh, these guys, these guys, they just couldn't stay away from crime. He was mortally wounded. If you're getting shot in the head and shoot out of the Red Crown turist court at Platt City, Missouri, the bullet opened a large hole in his forehead, exposed his brain, and caused severe loss of blood. Blanche was also wounded in the same gunfight.

She'd lose sight in one eye. Despite his horrible head wound, he was still fully conscious, talked to eight, and then incredibly old Bucky head wound got into another gunfight. July 24th, Bucky near death was wounded in the back during yet another shootout. This time, near and abandoned amusement park between Redfield and Dexter Iowa, Bonnie, Clyde, WD Jones all wounded in the same gunfight. They escaped. But Marvin, Old Buck and Blanche, they were captured.

Blanche would, again, lose sight in her eye from a shotgun blast and ended up serving 10 years in prison. Despite, or getting sentenced, 10 years in prison, despite numerous other gunshot wounds including the initial wound that put off an odor that was almost unbearable to be near. That's right, his head wound is raking, Buck still holds on to life in the hospital for five days. He's able to say goodbye to his mom, say goodbye to some siblings, have some meals,

speak to investigators several times, spoke to his doctors. He's chatting with one doctor who then asked him where you wanted by the law. And he still still has his mental faculties before he dies. He says wherever I've been, classic buck, that's vintage buck right there. That's just bucking buck. And finally, we have Henry Methven.

Henry was the final member to join the Barrow gang. He just happened to be the right place, the right time when the gang broke out Raymond Hamilton out of prison in January 6, 1934 and the confusion methven and three other inmates took the opportunity to escape with Hamilton. Though Hamilton initially ordered them all to go back. Clyde welcomed the convicts and offered to let them join the gang. The three other men chose to take their chances alone, but methven accepted Clyde's offer to stay. And then he remained with Bonnie and Clyde until a few days before their deaths. One on May 19th, 1934,

he met, met Finn was sent into a diner to get sandwiches for the rest of gang in Dallas. And then while he was at the counter, a police car passed by, gave Mrs. Spiches Glance and Clyde drove off, just leaving him there. So that's the gang. That is the gang, the Barrow gang.

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For the Barrow gang was to rob a hardware store. Although she stayed in the car during the robbery, Bonnie was put in the Kaufman, Texas jail, and then she was later released for a lack of evidence because as you're gonna find throughout this episode, the police in the early 30s were terrible. March 1932, first bank robbery for the gang. Around the same time as the hardware store,

the gang robbed the first bank, hit in the first national bank in Lawrence, Kansas, at 746, Massachusetts Street. The bank building is now fancy restaurant named Tellers, complete with the original walk-in vault that serves as the entrance to the restaurant's bathroom. But if you want to go there for a meal or snack

and enjoy the ambiance of where Bonnie and Clyde caused mayhem, well, I guess more just Clyde on this one. The gang rents a room at the Eldridge Hotel, across from the bank. The bank's visible from the hotel. Eldridge Hotel across from the bank. The bank's visible from the hotel. It's a bustlin' bank. Maybe too busy for these bank robin' newbies, but they keep watchin'.

Right? The next morning, they see the bank president walking down Massachusetts street. He's alone. He unlocks the front doors about 10 minutes before any other bank employees arrive. They remember that. They study that the morning after that. Barrow and Ralph Foltz and occasional associate of the Barrow gang, they meet the president at the front door. Barrow shows him a sawdoth shotgun,

two bank employees, then walk up the sidewalk towards them, dammit, they were hoping he was alone, but oh well, Foltz meets the other two and the trio are then quickly escorted into the bank into the vault they go and outcomes a bag of coin and currency. Hamilton is in the tin can with the motor running. There's no stop until East St. Louis and the cash is counted and it's $33,000. That's equivalent about half a million in today's terms. A lot of money, however, that would be like their biggest haul. Most of the gang's criminal

endeavors wouldn't be nearly so lucrative, not at all. Yeah, the price should have stopped there, really in hindsight. But you know, you don't start robbing a couple of places and then just quit. That's not how it seems to work. March 25th, 1932, Clyde and Ray Hamilton Robb sims oil company in Dallas, Texas for 300 bucks. Not exactly 33,000, but I guess it's better than making the average hourly wage of a factory job back then, which is 45 cents an hour. April 27, 1932, Clyde, Robbz, and Kills, Gro Grocer and Juller, John Butcher in Hillsboro, Texas. Now Clyde had worked at an auto top company with the youth who had an elderly relative

by the name of John Butcher, who ran a combination filling station and pawn shop in Hillsboro. Clyde had been there several times before with the youth from the auto company and remembered seeing a safe in the rear of Mr. Butcher's establishment. Clyde Raymond Hamilton and the young tough by the name of Frank Claus, who'd roll with the gang, you know, for a few weeks, hitting up a few gas stations here and there, they decide to rob the old man.

Clyde remained outside the car to avoid being recognized by Mr. Boucher, who had known Clyde to be a visitor in the past. It was shortly before midnight when Ray and Frank awakened Mr. Boucher and his wife from their sleep to come down, and I think I said Boucher before, not that you're like, isn't it boosher?

It is. They awaken Mr. Boosher and his wife from their sleep to come down and open the shop to sell them some guitar strings. Yeah, that sounds legit. And I guess he buys it according to the story. I mean, I shouldn't be laughing because he's about to die.

But who the fuck was like, oh, yeah, no, yeah, don't worry about it. Let me get up. Let me get my slippers on and go downstairs and open my store at midnight and just get you some guitar strings that you apparently just have to have right this second. After a computer complaint about how late it was, he does go down stairs unless the guys in a new shop. After receiving the 25 cent guitar strings, they handed Mr. Booster a $10 bill which required him to open the safe in order to make change. As Mr. Booster didn't have his eye glasses with him, he calls to his wife, she comes down to help, turns the combination, opens the safe, and then a nervous Raymond Hamilton points his gun at the elderly shop keener, demands his contents, and a moment of panic the gun accidentally goes off.

The bullet strikes Mr. Booster in the heart,, kills him instantly right in front of his wife. Damn it. Two bins run from the store of taking about 40 bucks in some jewelry. Shot an old man. He woke up at the middle of the night. Right in front of his wife takes a little romance out of the story of their gang. You know, accident or not, what a completely unnecessary tragedy. Old guy who did nothing to them.

Right from the get go. The dead bodies of innocent people would be part of the gang's crime spree. On July 31, 1932, Clyde Ray Hamilton robbed the new off-packing company, West Dallas, Texas for 1100, escaped Oklahoma. On their way there, they drop off Bonnie and Dallas to stay with some family for a little bit. And then in a toka, Oklahoma, they shoot and kill Sheriff Maxwell and deputy more in a crime unrelated robbery. Sometime after 10 p.m. on the evening of Saturday, August 5, 1932, Jean Moore and Sheriff

Charlie Maxwell drove the eight miles from a toka to string town, apparently to investigate a disturbing the peace complaint. Sheriff Maxwell may have called on Moore and not another available deputy to accompany him to string town because he wanted to ride and Moore's new Chevrolet. Since the source of noise, you know, so this is like a laid back call. Since the source of the noise was a country in Western dance, both Laman felt sure that some of the dancers would be violating some local state and federal prohibitions against consumer alcohol and they arrived just before 11 p.m.

According to witness Duke Ellis, Barrow and Hamilton had been dancing and drinking, but he said, I did not see either of them get out of line. Then they go to their car and then Sheriff Maxwell and Jean Moore drive up and the Laman spotted some men apparently drinking in and nearby car, and Maxwell goes to investigate. According to Maxwell's other deputy Sheriff Oscar Fulsom, who was not present, the two Laman had in their custody,

a woman who would escape from prison in McAllister earlier and Moore stayed with her in his car, evidently confirming the man's suspicious behavior. Sheriff Maxwell walked over to the car, tells the man that they consider themselves under arrest, not suspecting trouble. He did not have his gun drawn and then pistol shots ring out. Maxwell was hit several times, did not fall until he had taken seven bullets. More leaps from his car, Doug's pantomotletee for cover draws his gun, raises up to see that the assailants are there,

and immediately was dropped by a single bullet from a 30 caliber Stevens automatic rifle. As Barrow and Hamilton made their getaway, they continued to fire shots back to fleeing crowd when help reaches the fallen lamin, they found more dead, but Maxwell still alive. A reported the close to death, he was taken to McAllister Hospital

where following surgery, he recovered though, he was taken to McAllister Hospital, where following surgery, he recovered though he was crippled for life according to the newspapers. Yeah, I bet. You shot seven fucking times. The more I learned about this gang, the more I understand why Bonnie and Clyde were shot to pieces when they were finally caught. They didn't hesitate to shoot anyone else when it benefited them. Or at least they're gang.

All right, she clearly wasn't there, but you know what I'm saying. So why should they be treated any differently? The manner their deaths seemed kind of fitting, actually. And if you're wondering why they kept bouncing around between so many different states, it's because back then, states cops couldn't pursue you across state lines, not legally. Not all states had passed a form of the uniform act of fresh pursuit in the early 1930s, allowing state police to cross state lines when pursuing a person or person suspected of committing a felony. So you're like, you know, you could rob a bank in Kansas City, Missouri, for example, and if

you could avoid getting caught and tell you you made it to Kansas City, Kansas, you could get away with it. Unless you got the attention of the feds who could track you anywhere. Well, Clyde and the gang knew all these state laws very well, and that's why after almost all their crimes, they would bounce as fast as they could to the next state. August 6, 1932, Bonnie rejoins Clyde near Grand Prairie, Texas, and on August 13, 1932, Bonnie and Clyde took sheriff Joe Johns of Carl's Bad New Mexico hostage. He found it suspicious that a bunch of young adults would roll into town in a brand new

Ford. He ran the plate number and found out it was stolen, follows them to where they were stained with some relatives, questioned them, and to arrest them. Bonnie answers the door when he knocks. He asks her, who the car belonged to? Bonnie coily tells him that it belongs to a couple of boys staying there and that they were getting dressed

and that she would go get them for them. Well, while waiting for them to come out, he decides to go over to the car and investigate further. Clyde arms himself with a shotgun. He's watching this now. He found in the house and he and Raymond ran around the side of the house and overtaked the surprise law man and relieved ran around the side of the house and overtake

the surprise law man and relieved him of his service revolver. Whether intentionally or by accident, the shotgun discharge, just missing the officer's head and blowing away his hat. So they almost killed another police officer. Well Clyde calls the bonding to get in the car and they all take off, take in the deputy sheriff with him. And then on August 14th, 1932, they release sheriff johns and San Antonio, Texas. I guess they didn't just kill everybody.

And then they steal another car in Victoria, Texas and escape a police trap and collar on the at the Colorado River Bridge in Wharton, Texas. Man, just constantly fucking barreling down the road, going from one crime to the next. October 8, 1932 Clyde and Ray Hamilton, Rob a bank and Cedar Hill, Texas for $4,200. Three days later, commit another murder. On October 11, 1932, to approximately 6.25 pm, Clyde Barrow and two accomplice entered Sherman, Texas, parked their car in Hazelwood Street just north of Well Street. Their robbery target was the little grocery store at the northwest corner of Welles and Vaden Street, around 6.30 pm.

Clyde Barrow walked to the front entrance of the Vaden Street, the store on Vaden Street. Mr. Glaze was the clerk on duty and Mr. Hall was the rear of the building in the meat market area. Both men were preparing to close the store. Just minutes prior, Mr. Little had moved most of the proceeds from the day to his home. Just north of the grocery store. He had left approximately 60 bucks in the register to allow for last minute customer purchases at the end of the workday. At this same moment, Mrs. Lester C, Butler, pulls up to the Well Street side interest to make a last minute purchase before going home. According to Mr. Glazed, Clyde Barrow looked nervous

at the end of the store from Baden Street, about 6.30 p.m. He did not recognize Clyde as a previous customer and attributed his nervousness to a new customer being in an unfamiliar store. Clyde picked up a loaf of bread, walked to the cash register at the northwest part of the building.

Mr. Glazed asked him if he needed anything else else and he said, yes, a half dozen eggs and some lunch meat. After collecting these items, he handed Mr. Glazed a dollar for the purchase. Mr. Glazed looked down, opened the register to make change when he looked up Clyde flashed a gun. Moved him out of the way, began to rifle through the till. Mr. Hall, as he looked up and realized what was happening, walked between the south end of the glass meat market counter and the south wall is stored, and explain,

young man, you can't do that. Kind of a weird thing to say, the guy's holding a gun, as if the guy just didn't know how shit worked at stores. Young man, you can't do that. You can't point guns at people and just take money. That's not how it works, young man. You're supposed to leave your gun and it's holster,

and you pay, you give us money for a thing. That's how commerce works. You give us money for things, because we have to pay for things. We have a small markup and then we sell you those things and that's how this economy keeps going. And then the young guys get like, oh, oh, shit. Hold on. So I don't, wait a minute. So I pay you a nominal amount for these goods slightly higher than what you're able to pay. That way, you're able to provide for your family

and then for providing a fair system of goods for us to purchase here. And then I take that and then I take my goods. And then so you get the small profit. I get an item that I need for sustenance and then we all kind of just keep going along. Yes, yes, I'm man, that's exactly how it works. Oh, I feel foolish. I thought I took what I wanted from you and pulled a gun out and also took your money. No, young man, that's not how it works at all.

Well, you guys got to have a sign. You got to put up a sign! Let us know! Well, the bandit was insulin-furiated. Of course he was. He backs Mr. Glaze to the center of the store, orders Mr. Hall to the same area, begins back and both men towards the side entrance, a well-street wall kicking, hit and cursing at Mr. Hall. Mrs. Butler, another woman who happens to stumble

into all this, she wins the walk into the store. She observes the crime and progress and seeks refuge at the southwest corner of the building. As the three men near the side door, Clyde hit Mr. Hall in the face, so hard as glasses flew out the door and onto Well Street sidewalk. It begins to strike again, Mr. Hall reaches for the striking arm, Clyde immediately opens by a mortally wounding Mr. Hall with three bullets to the chest. Mr. Hall fell out of the side door, Clyde stepped over him, shouted him one more time as he lay in the sidewalk, got him, really fucking pissed him off. And then turned his attention to Mr. Gl fell out of the side door, Clyde stepped over him, shot at him one more time as he lay in the sidewalk. God, man, really fucking pissed him off.

And then turned his attention to Mr. Glaze, who stood in shock and horror, just outside the open door. Man, Clyde aimed at Mr. Glaze, pulls the trigger, but the gun misfires. He then ran along Well Street, passed Mrs. Butler, and the two boys that were playing, or some two boys that were playing,

and at a large Buick sedan that was parked facing North and Hazelwood Street, just north of Wells Street. Mr. Hall is carried off by ambulance attendance to the St. Vincent Sanitarium just across Wells Street and then medical personnel indicate that he was dead by 7.30 pm. God, man, shit like that. Shit like that takes a little bit of the likability at old Clyde. It's like, yeah, maybe that guy was a little, a little surly with you. For robbing him, you son of a bitch, letting, letting me annoyed my God. But Bonnie still loved her Clyde. She would still follow him to

the end of the earth. November 9, 1932, Bonnie and Clyde robbed a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a, a hope that's how you say it. Turns out YouTube, pronunciation videos, don't give a fuck about a Ronnego Missouri. Literally no one talks about it on YouTube. The next month they're joined by WD Jones, Dallas, Texas, and Dallas, Texas who had soon witnessed his first murder. December 25th, 1932, the Barrel Gang took on this new member. Well in Temple, Texas, this new member, an old friend of Clyde's WD Jones, who we met earlier, spotted a brand new motor car,

606 South 13th Street with keys still in the ignition. Ha, ha, damn! Climbs inside the vehicle, temps to start it, however, possibly because of the cold weather, it doesn't get a going. Clyde goes to assist Jones and trying to get the car started, and then Doyle Johnson, 27 year old grocery clerk, for the Strasst, Britter, Storland Temple,

has taken a nap after just finishing a meal. He's awakened by the sound of his relative screaming at somebody outside. When he goes to the car, he grabs a hole to climb to prevent him from stealing it. And we know earlier from the grocery store incident, the Clyde does not like people trying to prevent him from stealing things. While holding on to Barrow, Dull Johnson yelled to his family to call the police. Barrow begins screaming to Mr. Johnson to get back or I'll kill you. Clides again, not happy.

Uh, when he continued to struggle with the young car thief, he gets shot in the neck, falls life. Let's see to the ground. Bonnie collected Clyde and WD in the faster Ford V8 and together they made their getaway. Doyle Johnson died the next day. That's what happened. I'm surprised you made it that long.

I forget to shot the neck on December 26,, 1932 leaving behind a young wife and infant son again, man Clyde man ruthless mother fucker He did not hesitate to shoot people if they tried to intervene in any way January 6, 1933 Clyde escapes ambush kills two more investigators Malcolm Davis and Fred Bradbury and Dallas, Texas Hold another officer hostage. Policeman Thomas Purcell for a few days later, drop him off six hours later after taking his gun on the way to their job in Missouri hideouts. The location of perhaps their most famous gunfight outside of the one that took their lives.

March 22nd, 1933, Buck Barrow receives that pardon we mentioned earlier from Huntsville Penitentiary is released. Yeah, I think I refer to it as a parole possibly earlier. You know what, they go to, they go to, they go to, in that of Jail, so many goddamn times, you guys confusing, I guess doesn't really matter. Parole, fucking pardoned, says here he got part, he was released.

And then he and his wife Blanche, headed to Joplin to join his little brother's gang. Yeah, this particular time, so it is so crazy. There was just like so many conflicting dates. I think, I don't know why. There's just so much information about Biden glide out on the web, but like no two websites seem to agree. So one website will attribute one timeline to them

and another one attributes another. So I kind of just had to like keep bouncing around through all these different articles and just kind of go with the ones that seemed the most legit. So again, some of these things would say pardon, some of these things say parole. I think we're getting the basic facts

right about these motherfuckers and getting just kind of a general good idea of who they were, people who just constantly were stealing and robbing and killing and in an out of jail. So yeah, so he's released, him and Blanche, Buck and Blanche, they go to Joplin to join his little brother's gang. Man, a couple of days out of the joint and they're right back at it.

April 13th, 1933 is when they reunite and it's Buck and Clyde and Bonnie and WD and Blanche and they're all hanging out in a newly constructed apartment in Joplin, Missouri at 34th Street, it's still there, an Oak Ridge Drive, two blocks off of the main street for 12 days. And then a patrol car pulls up in front of the department's garage doors on April 13th. Five Laman, tipped in the possibility that outlaws might be in the apartment approach

to dwelling, and that would be a big mistake for them. Without warning, the outlaws opened fire on the Laman. It turned out this little apartment had tons of windows. They were always prepared to leave really quick. They always parked the car like they backed it into the garage so they can make a quick escape. Harry McGuinness, 53, a jobless detective, John Wesley, Harryman, 41, a Newton County constable were shot. Harryman died instantly.

Beginners would die later. The other Laman Walter E. Grammer and George B. Kailer, both with the Missouri State highway patrol and Thomas to graph a jobless detective would survive the shootout. The gang emerged from the garage and Clyde Barrel's 1932 V8 Ford but the patrol car was blocking the gang's exit. So one of them gets into the patrol car and tries to get it to roll down the hill in front of the apartment but couldn't. So then they ram the Ford into the patrol car to move it out of the way.

After that, they fled south on Main Street and eventually escaped through Spring City. Man. And again, I guess it's just stuck to be the fucking police back then. I feel like these guys are just, you know, man handling them. Every time Bonnie and Clyde, and they're very kind of small skeleton crew gang encountering any police officers,

they just fucking destroy them. The shootout was front page news across the country, and what investigators found later, and their, you know, kind of hideout apartment, is what immortalized the duo. The gang left behind most of their belongings and their quick getaway, including various guns, jewelry, and most importantly, for their kind of recognition, I guess,

or becoming infamous, a camera with two roles of undeveloped film. Film has been shot by Blanche Barrow. And when the pictures were developed, later all five gang members were pictured. And among the photos, photos was a snapshot of Bonnie with a cigar that became quite famous. Cigar clenched in her teeth, holding the gun.

It kind of became the identifying photo of Bonnie for the press. I guess what she hated, because she was just kind of doing it as a lark. She didn't actually smoke cigars. And later she would send letters to several newspapers, just telling them to please tell people that she didn't smoke cigars. I love that she was just worried about that part of her image. The being associated with their murderers and stuff. No, that's that's totally accurate. Yes. No, no definitely part of the gang Definitely just don't you know don't care about all the fucking collateral damage we're causing. It's the cigar thing Please be a little more careful on the cigar accuracy

I'm gonna have a bunch of those photos that they found posted at timesluckpodcast.com and the episode description if you're curious After fleeing Joplin the gang gets right back to robin stealing cars and kidnapped. In April 27, 1933, Bonnie, Clyde, WD, Buck, Blanche, still a car, kidnapped undertaker, HD Derby, his fiance Sophie Stone, later releasing them unharmed, and Russ and Louisiana, May 8th, Bonnie and Clyde and the Barrel gang rob Lou Stern's date bank in Deanna, 300 bucks, not hitting those big payday, you know, any more like the one they started. But again, some money, May 15th, they get 1500 bucks from a first-date bank in Minnesota. And then the gang has another running with a law next month that would leave Bonnie permanently

injured, permanently injured. June 10th, 1933, several members of the Sam Pritchard family were sitting on their porch when they heard a speeding car approaching. They washed as the Ford Coupe missed a detour and plummeted off a river embankment where a previous bridge was washed out. And again, I'll just stop right here in this kind of story. I, from what I kind of gathered

from several articles the way they tried to describe this, it sounds like they were built, they had built like a new bridge and they hadn't quite fully, you know, rerouted the road in total to the new bridge. Like they built a new bridge, they had the detour, but then there was still the old road which went to just no bridge, where the, you know, the previous bridge was. And that one had been torn down.

So basically what happened was that Bonnie and Clyde in their car, they just, they fucking missed the detour as they were just zipping through the state and just drove right off into the open air and just crashed into the riverbank. So men from the house, they rush out to the car, pull out the two occupants, it doused the smoking car with river water. The rescuers pull out two men and a woman.

You know, the woman later identified as Bonnie Parker from the car and the two men seized fire arms from the wreckage. Alonzo Cartwright, Pritchard Son-in-law drove into Wellington to get a doctor for Bonnie who suffered serious burns and was carried to the Pritchard House. Well, the Pritchards had no idea these people were outlaws, wanted in a series of killings and bankruptries. Sam Pritchard would later tell his wife the barrel brothers did mean anything to me.

All I knew was that they were hurt and needed help, so we just naturally had to help them. Collinsworth County Sheriff George Corrie and police chief Paul Hardy drove up to the Richard or the Richard home and found Bonnie Parker laying on the bed apparently unconscious Clyde Barrow and another gang member heard the two officers come into the home Parker emerged from the bedroom and took their guns.

During the excitement, Gladys Cartwright holding a baby and one arm reached over to Latchador. One of the desparados apparently concerned that the other officers might be nearby, fired his shotgun through a window, buck shot, ripped through Mr. Cart, Mrs. Cartwright's right hand. One of the men then shot out the tires on one of the family cars. Before leaving Clyde Barrow, Thumb through a roll of bills offered to pay for all the trouble we've been to you, but Sam Richard Pritchard replied, no, if a man can help another man, things are in pretty

bad shape. According to the county's official history, the trio handcuffed the sheriff and the police chief and then sped off in the county's official history. The trio handcuffed the sheriff and the police chief and then sped off in the sheriff's car toward the Oklahoma state line. Somewhere near a sear western, Oklahoma, the outlaws tied the officers to a cottonwood tree with barbed wire and then sped off into history after having another daring escape from the law.

Man, just constantly escaped from the law. June 19th, 1933, Clyde left Fort Smith, Arkansas to pick up Bonnie sister, Billy Parker, and Dallas, Texas to take care of the injured Bonnie, and they were right back after their Robin. At this point, they were, they were too wanted to return to a straight job, you know, it was kind of just keep Robyn till you get caught or killed or turn yourself in. Now, after Clizid, Clides, prison rape experience, he's not turning himself in. June 23rd, 1933, while returning from Fayetteville, after robbing the R.L. Brown grocery market,

Barrow and Jones encountered Alma, Marshall, Henry, D. Humphrey, and Crawford County deputy, Sheriff Anzel Red, Soliers on Highway 71 North of Alma. In the ensuing exchange of gunfire, Humphrey was shot in the chest, dies three days later in a local hospital. The members of the Barrow gang and Parker sister

Billy narrowly escaped that night to Oklahoma and then to Kansas. A plaque on the grounds of the city complex building in Alma commemorates Humphrey's death. Just leaving more bodies in the wake. June 25th, 1933, Clyde and WD steal a new car and a unit Oklahoma rob the National Guard armory of automatic weapons and ammunition maybe Again, here's this problem with crime legends the more dirty deeds they do the more extra deeds get attributed to them You need you read four books on bonding Clyde you get four different accounts of what fucking happened here and there You know, maybe they rob an extra bank in one book Maybe they hit an armory in another maybe they caught up on an extra shootout Maybe Clyde borrow rips his face off

to reveal that he was wearing a mask the whole time and there's none other than Bojangles. That main G1 I'd mutt was behind this whole crime spree. Got damn it Bojangles. Bad dog. Bad dog. But anyway, I like the armory story, so let's gonna stay in this timeline.

June 26, 1933, Bonnie Clyde, WD, Buck, Blanche, return Billy to Sherman, Texas, traveled Oklahoma, then to Great Bend, 1933, Bonnie Clyde, WD, Buck, Blanche, return Billy to Sherman, Texas, traveled Oklahoma, then to Great Bend, Kansas, and hold up three gas stations in July. July 20th, the gang gets into one hell of a firefight. Clyde chose the red crown tavern as an ideal hideout. It's a location between two intersecting highways, provided an easy escape route, if needed. They rented two single story brick cabins between them were two wide garages a Convenient place to stash stolen car The raid on the cabin started at 11 o'clock by local authorities the officer to order the group out blanch

Tells them to wait while they get dressed Clyde responds by firing on them with his powerful browning automatic rifle Sheriff coffee was hitting the neck and the steel jacket at bullet slice to the armored police car Buck ran outside and began spraying the area with bullets from his automatic rifle buck is then hit by Captain William Baxter in the head severely wounded obviously he shot in the fucking head, but not dead He's dragged into the back of a car the police opened fire on Barrow's getaway car blinding blanche with flying glass He permanently lose sight in one eye again. These are things we touched on earlier the gang madeaway, but at a heavy cost to all, Bonnie and Clyde escaped the barrage of bullets. They leave sheriff hold coffee, son clearance, and Jackson County Sheriff all wounded. In the next few days, not so glorious for the gangsters. After the shootout at the Red Crown

hideout, the Barrel gang heads north and crosses the border into Iowa. Upon reaching the village of Dexter, they settle in to a 20 acre wooded recreation area called Dexfield Park to lick their wounds. Exhaustion, panic, and painful mones fill the air that summer, summer day on July 20th, Buck is delirious and in great pain. He suffered a vicious head wound, blanch, you know, his face is facing blindness from the shards of glass that had showered down on her when the cars windows were shot out. The scabs from Bonnie's recently burnt legs have reopened, causing them to bleed. And they had to endure all this without the aid of medication

because they had left it back to the red crown hideout. Man, this is the not fun part at all of being a gangster on the run. After making rough beds on the ground for Buc and Bonnie, the lesser injured, busy themselves and washing up at a nearby stream, applying makeshift bandages to B's head, and Bonnie's legs. That had to be great for Buck. Yeah, I know we can see your brains. I stop fucking crying about it.

I know we can see your brains, but don't even worry about it. I know I'm not a doctor, but I do have a bandage that's been washed in a creek. And let hear me out. Let's just wrap it on your brain, and then just try not to think about it. Try not to think about it. That's the best we can do right now. I think you'll probably be okay. That's fucking terrible. Well, Clyde's plans for returning his brother back home to his mother then become a priority because he does not expect him to survive these horrible

injuries, which he does not. And I guess earlier they'd promised their mom that if either one of them were badly hurt or dying, they would bring, they would come back home to her. What a fucking terrible position for a parent. Well, that's, that's the state of your kids. We're like, look, I know you're going to be fucking career criminals. I know you're going to rob and kill. Just, would you just do me this? When you die, which will probably be soon, try to get home to Mama so I can say goodbye

before my baby dies. Like that's the position they put their mom in. On the third day of doing this on July 23rd, they've been hiding out in the woods here. The group goes to buy some medical supplies and food, leaves the campsite for a few hours, and then a local who's been taking the strolls to the park finds evidence suggesting that someone had burned some bloody bandages. He heard the radio reports telling the possibility of wounded fugitives being in the area, calls town marshal John Love, who then contacts Sheriff,

C-A-Nee, Sheriff Nee, didn't take any chances, as he knew who he'd be dealing with. He makes call to his dentist friend, Herschel Keller, who's also a National Guardsman. I don't know why the article had to refer to him first as dentist and they form a posse. I feel like National Guardsman may be more important to Dennis, kind of, kind of weird when you first read across that. And so he did what he needed to do to catch these criminals and he called a goddamn dentist because if you can't fucking catch criminals with a police, well, it's time to get a dentist involved. No, no, no one, no one makes a better apprehender than a dentist. No one makes a better apprehender than a dentist. Well, they swear in a couple of new deputies locate every farmer or storekeeper who owns a fucking pistol.

Surround the campsite, which was vacant for the moment, and they take up their positions in nearby bushes, hide out by late afternoon. The two bullet-riddled cars return to the campsite. The posse remains in the bushes, surveying their prey. WD is busy inspecting the damage to the vehicles while Clyde is meticulously cleaning their weapons. Plans have been made to return the Dine Buck Barrow again back to their mom and Dallas. They throw caution to the wind. They make a campfire and while D is cooking some sausages,

Bonnie's brewing some coffee, gunfire rubs from the bushes around the camp. Bonnie screams every one of them starts grabbing for their weapons even Blanche who usually was not one of the trigger people When they begin to assemble near the cars Clyde jumps behind the wheel of one of them puts it into gear He begins to drive to the car to where the others have been waiting just then a bullet strikes him in the arm Causing him to drive into a tree stump with a car disabled Clyde and WD Jones advanced to the other car Only to see it reduced to a rubble by the onslaught of posseman's gunfire Buck receives a total of five gunshot wounds to his back five more shots He's already fucking has open head wound. He drops to the ground

Blanche has refused to leave his side now that both cars are eliminated as a means of escape Buck and Blanche unable to flee Clyde Bonnie and WD make tracks to the woods nearby Remember Bonnie's running with fucking torn up, you know, scabs from her horribly burned legs. Meanwhile, Clyde's limping along with the misting those two toes, quite a sight of imagining. As the lawman closed in, Blanche's holding onto her husband begins to cry out to them, stop, don't shoot, he's already dying.

Grabbing her by the arms, they pull her away from Buc side and Buc just lays there helplessly in a heap and does die soon. And but the other ones get away. Again, how the fuck do these people constantly get away? They're on foot now. They're on foot. One of them has all messed up burnt legs.

The other one's old fucking Clyde three toe, old sloth, he can't be sitting any land speed records. How terrible were posse's back then. Oh, man, I need a time machine. If I want to be criminal head back to the early 30s. And then again, yeah, July 29, 33, Buck, uh, uh, Barrow does die. We talked about that in his last words, the doctor or one of the last words earlier. Uh, and then the gang takes another hit that summer when member Raymond Hamilton has captured sentence to a total of 263 years in prison. So he's gonna have to

have a live a long time to beat that. For various crimes, he's committed with bonding and clodding. It's transferred then to the Eastam prison farm. Remember, we've heard about that north of Huntsville, Texas. The same one clod had been raped in. And it turns out that prison is gonna fuck clod twice. More on that in a bit. November 15th, 1933, W.D. Jones is arrested in Houston, Texas and gets that murder without

malice charge. I mentioned earlier, it's time with the gangs over on November 22nd, 1933. The rest of the gang, nearly evades arrest while trying to hook up with family members, needs Sowers, Texas. Their hometown sheriff, Dallas smute, Shmid. Seriously, Dallas is Shmid, SMOT, SCHMID. What a terrible name. No wonder it became a sheriff. You just fucking mercilessly picked on his entire life. He's all show you what I'm sheriff.

No one will be smudged, the name of Schmute Schmid. Fuck, your last name is Schmid, and your parent's gonna name you Schmute. How did that fuck? Anyway, old Schmute, old schmute, it sounds like a piece of shit. It sounds like a type of shit. Like what do you got on your shoe there?

Ah, I got some schmute schmute, got some schmute schmute on a back of my shoe. Well, take it off. Don't stink up the house with it. You cleaned that schmute schmute off your shoe for you to get in here. Old schmute schmute in a squad, deputies Bob Alcorn and Ted Hinton,

people with normal respectable names laying weight nearby. As Barrow drove up he sends a trap and drove past his family's car at which point Shmid Old Shmoot Shmid and his deputies stood up and opened fire with machine guns and the family members and the crossfire not hit but a bullet passed through the car striking the legs of both Barrow and Barker. So both bonding clad get shot the legs. They're already fucking limping around. Now they got shot in the leg. But then they still escape. They still escape. I don't understand it. I don't understand it. I mean, were they really that good at being criminals or were the police chasing them just

that terrible? How many times did two people, two crippled people slip out in a hail of gunfire and drive away? Man, being a cop in the days before CB's, you know, CB radio cell phones must have been a mother fucker. You can't call anyone for backup. You can't tell anyone with a suspects or head. You know, you form a posse, you head over to the hideout. You know, you shoot a bunch of bullets. I guess he's kind of hope for the best. Well, Bonnie and Clyde, they take making a mockery of authorities to another level to kick off 1934. On January 16, 1934, Clyde Barrow enacts some revenge against the Eastern prison farm where

gang member Raymond Hamilton is currently incarcerated. This successful attack on the prison would march to the beginning of the end of their crime spree. Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow sat in their Ford VA coupe on a quiet Texas country road in Saturday evening, January 13th, 1934. They were waiting for Floyd Hamilton and an ex-convict named Jimmy Mullins to return. The two men had slipped through the barbed wire perimeter surrounding Easton Prison Farm because again, fucking law enforcement authorities, fucking top notch back then, to hide an old

inner tube beneath a drainage culvert near the prison camp. Key prisons camp one. Inside the tube were two Col cold 45 automatics and several clips of ammunition placed there in preparation for a jailbreak planned for January 16 at one point the camp dogs start howling embarking on their canals but the can't Guards pay no attention. Of course. I don't of course. I'm a tension. I feel like the qualification to become a law enforcement officer in the early 30s was like, uh, did you stop going to school in the first grade? Because the drawings were too hard. Uh, yes, why are you asking me that? Because that's what it takes.

That's what we're looking for. People who have zero education or talent. God. Okay. Uh, so they ignore the dogs. And then Hamilton and Mullins rejoined Bonnie and Clyde Fumens later, bear then drove to Dallas and drops off Hamilton. But he kept Mullins in the car so he'd keep an eye on him. Floyd Hamilton returned to Easton following day for a regular bike by weekly visit with his younger brother Raymond who was

serving time for auto theft armed robbery and murder during that visit of Floyd filled Raymond in on the details of the proposed prison break. He probably just fucking got out of whiteboard. That's probably how it just checked out if he were. So, all right, pay attention. Pay attention. Hey, prison guards, you okay? If I put this giant whiteboard, I'm trying to figure out how to escape. I had to get my brother out and I just need some space. I'm just gonna loudly talk about the prison escape attempt. Is that okay? No, that's fine. Yeah, that's good. Yeah, you guys, that's great.

Okay, some markers. I got some markers for you. Okay, so on Monday, an inmate named Aubrey Skelly set out to retrieve the weapon. Skelly was a building tender, a trusty position that allowed him to move about the prison with a certain amount of freedom. He managed to smuggle the inner tube into the camp one dormitory and deliver it to Joe

Palmer, Palmer, serving 25 years for robbery, hid the inner tube and his contents and his mattress. Other sources, again, would swear that the guns were hidden in one of the brush piles. That each of them were squads were to clear the next day. So they hit him somewhere. Would the word that the break would take place the following morning reached the two other prisoners who would take part, Henry Methvin, serving 10 years for robbery and attempted murder and a killer named Hilton Bibby.

Well Tuesday, January 16, 1934, it was a damp and chilly morning, thick fog, raising from the nearby Trinity River, blanket in the countryside, South of Camp 1, park, or barrel, Mullins, waiting a thickly wooded area on the edge of a country road by the dim, filtered light of the early morning. They could see a clearing in the trees to the north just beyond a creek that cut across the road. Barrow and Moans got out of the car, walked toward the clearing,

parkers stayed in the vehicle, Barrow cleared a browning automatic rifle, capable of firing a 20 round clip of 30.6, 0.6 armor piercing shells in less than three seconds. Damn, the two men crashed along the creek bank and weighed through the morning haze. The detected movement followed by voices and the sounds of tools and horses. Two work crews of prisoners combined because of staff shortages, slowly moved toward Barrow and Mullins spreading out and getting down to the business of clearing

the brush piles and preparation for spring planting and cutting wood to stoke the camp stopes. Among the workers were Hamilton and Palmer, both of them armed and dangerous and both of them aware of who was waiting not far away, Bonnie and Clyde. And now the prison break is about to begin. The routine at Eastham was a group of guards collectively called the shotgun ring, oversaw each work squad, while the long arm man, a guard on horseback armed with a high-power rifle positioned himself at a distance from the detail. According to the instructions of Colonel Lee Simmons, General Manager of the Texas prison system, the mounted guard had no duty except to stay well clear of the convicts and be in the background ready with his Winchester in case of excitement.

Should a convict break past a shotgun ring, the long armman would pick him off. That's the way it's supposed to work. Well, prisoners Raymond Hamilton and Joe Palmer knew that one of the most more notorious long armmen, Major Kraunsen, routinely disregarded this policy. Kraunsen had a reputation for leaving his post to beat prisoners. That's fun. That's a, that's doing a good job. In fact, Palmer had once received a severe beating from him. While in the morning of the prison break, Raymond Hamilton jumped squads, meaning he left his 16-man work crew, joined the crew that included Palmer, Bibby, and Methvin. Guard, Olin Boseman, assigned to Palmer Squad, noticed Hamilton's presence even before the Inmay

started for the fields from Camp I. Hamilton and Palmer suspected that would happen, but figured Boseman would delay taking any action until he was in the field. Again, because these guys are the cream of the crop. Once there, out of earshot of the main camp, he would probably summon Kraus and to help him deal with Hamilton.

Sure enough, Boseman called Kraus and over as soon as the work crews arrived in the field as the two guards conversed. Palmer strolled up to them as if he wanted to ask a question and steady pulled out a weapon and he said, don't you boys try to do anything? Well, there are conflicting reports about what happened next. Some witnesses say Palmer deliberately shot Krausen

for revenge, others claim Krausen fired the first shot. Another source quoted Palmer as saying, I told the guards to sit still, don't move and there won't be no shooting. I really thought the guards would stick their hands up, regardless of some point, Palmer shot Krausen in the stomach. Mortally wounded the guard,

turned his horse around and rode back to camp one to sound the alarm. Palmer then fired a bozeman, but missed. Bozeman pulled a pistol and returned fire, but it didn't do much good because this whole time these prison guards have been using squirt guns.

And that's why they're not good. The police and prison guards, most of the time in the early 1930s and late 1920s used squirt guns, and that's why they stopped doing that later because they found it to be very ineffective. No, but that's what it feels like sometimes the story. No, he shoots, he returns fire,

but his bullet only creased Palmer's temple. Palmer fires again, this time the bullet strikes Bozeman's holstered shotgun and then slices deep into his hip. Bozeman and his mangled weapon fall to the ground. Meanwhile, Raymond Hamilton was fumbling around in the mud and the excitement he'd actually ejected the clip from his own weapon. At that point, Clyde Barrow, still concealed in the nearby creek, stands up and fires a volley from his automatic rifle over the heads of everyone in the field guards. And prisoners alike die for cover.

Back in the car. Bonnie Parker lends on the horn to signal to escaping men. Palmer Hamilton, Methvin and Bibby begin running south towards the sound. Two guards run away completely disordered in their posts. And dessert boasts been of course they do. They were found later hiding 500 yards from their squads. Only one guard Bobby Bollard stood his ground. Perhaps running a mass escape. He

says the first man to raise his head will have it blown clear off. Nevertheless, one other convict does manage to flee. JB French, Serven time for robbery, attempted murder, auto theft, ducks into the underbrush, onto the things quieted down, slips into the woods later, guards recaptured him shortly after midnight. French knew nothing of the escape plan, didn't even meet those responsible for his brief taste of freedom. Police later recovered the escape car from a ravine 10 miles northeast of Hugo Oklahoma, shortly after the robbery of a nearby filling station. By then, Krausen has died from his wound and state officials were publicly questioning the prudence of placing convicts like Raymond Hamilton and the other escapees on a prison farm so accessible to the likes of Bonnie and Clyde.

They were also starting to question hiring the worst employees in the history of jobs. Lee Simmons profoundly embarrassed by the raid, responded by firing two E-SIM guards who fled under fire. So I guess they do fire some people. If you just blatantly just go hide when an escape attempt breaks out, that's how you get fired. He also told the Dine Major Krauson that he would be resettling accounts. These fellows had their day will have hours I promise I won't let them get away with it Well, it didn't take officials long to decide that Bonnie and Clyde were behind the break. It's just a natural conclusion That it was Raymond Hamilton's former partner said Simmons and if Barrow was there and Bonnie

Bonnie must not have been that far away Well Raymond Hamilton and Joe Palmer were recaptured separately and returned to prison Palmer was tried and convicted the murder of Major Krausin Hamilton was tried as a habitual criminal, and both men were sentenced to death, and on May 10th, 1935, they died in the electric chair. Separate, you know, separate shockings. That would be kind of, that would be actually

weirdly awesome if they were forced, if they were forced to sit together in the electric chair. Just the way it reads, on May 10th, 1935, the die in electric. That'd be so demeaning to the one guy, just a little extra shame at the end. Okay, Raymond Hamilton, you're gonna sit in the chair. Joe Palmer, you're gonna sit on his lap, you son of a bitch. We're gonna fry you both the same time. Jimmy Mullins was the state's key witness against Palmer in Hamilton and received immunity from prosecution, but in 1938, a judge sentenced him to 75 years in prison for a $36 hold-up. And so nobody in the end really gets away with this. Floyd Hamilton received two years

and 11 with prison for harboring Bonnie and Clyde. After his release, he embarked on a bank robbing spree. In a 1938, police captured him in Dallas. He was tried convicted and sentenced to 55 years in prison, 1940, transferred to Alcatraz, where he tried to escape. That attempt got him nine years in solitary confinement, and then 1958, if you're being incarcerated for 20 years where he tried to escape. That attempt got him nine years in solitary confinement in the 1958. If you're being incarcerated for 20 years, he does get released. These sentences are so crazy compared to how it's long they served. We're going to sentence you to a thousand years in prison. You'll be out in two. For Bonnie and Clyde, the Eastern prison break really did mean the beginning of the end though, because now they got a lot of extra heat on them. February 1,

1934, 17 days after Krausen's death, Simmons meets with Frank Hamer, a tough 49-year-old retired Texas ranger and says, I want you to put Clyde and Bonnie on the spot and shoot everyone in sight. Simmons then tells the ex-Lamon he had been commissioned now as a state highway patrolman, and Hamer took to the road within 10 days. Before long, he's on his way to Louisiana

where Henry Methvin's parents, the recently broke out guy, the newest member of the gang, they live. Their hammer meets with local sheriff, Henderson Jordan. Sheriff tells hammer that an intermediary named John joiner had approached him on about March 1st to let him know that an exchange for a pardon from the state of Texas, Henry Methvin would deliver body and Clyde to the authorities. Sheriff Jordan soon delivers a pardon and agreement to joiner. And now for the final days of body and Clyde, let's hop out of this time suck timeline. Good job, soldier.

You made it back. Barely. Alright, I want to talk about Frank Hamer, the man who would finally bring down Bunny and Clyde. This dude was about as fucking tough as they come. But first, I want to talk about Frank Hamer, the man who would finally bring down Bonnie and Clyde. This dude was about as fucking top as they come. But first, I want to talk about some morons. I want to talk about a new segment. I'm very excited to introduce as I research all these topics. Topics I inevitably come across posts that feature comments sections, you know, the message board threads,

YouTube videos, their own set of comments, you know, et cetera, and I'm continually amazed by the words and sends fragments that other people reading the same articles and watching the same videos feel compelled to write because their voices must be heard. And I'll ask my ass off and then just finally, you know, I realize, why am I not sharing the best of what I find? You know, I'm seeing it. Why am I not giving it to the time suckers? What a great way to introduce a little comic relief into some of our heavier subjects. And so, you know, here we go with the very first idiots of the internet. [♪ Music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing in background, music playing video seven months ago. He says, Bonnie and Clyde are fake, Syop to pass National Firearms Act and Nationalizing Police FBI. All the photos are fake and staged. They never robbed a bank or shot anyone.

They are just actors actors. No part of the story is true. It is a completely fairy tale. Okay. Interesting word choices and grammar there. Look, if you listen to my JFK episode, you know, I'm not opposed to a conspiracy theory, but good God Francis, Bonnie and Clyde never existed. What next? The earth is flat, that there's an ice wall around it. NASA guards, you know, this ice wall to keep us

from discovering that the moon landing was fake, the moon is full of space lizards, monitoring our thoughts, monitoring our thoughts, really, reel back in buddy, reel back in. You know, whenever you come across something like that lizard illuminati theory, whenever you come across something like that, lizard illuminati theory, and you're wondering, who fucking believes this shit?

Or like flat earth? Like, how would anyone believe this? You read comments like this, you're like, oh, people like this, Francis Goldstein character. Okay, next we have Robert Conkel, who used the comment section of a Bonnie and Clyde crime reenactment video to express his rage against the Clintons five

months ago. He just totally had a context here. He was to think of what Bonnie and Clyde did, to think about how they were ambushed for their crimes and me wonders, me wonders, me wonders how the Clinton, how the Clinton have gotten away with so much, including serial killings, crimes against humanity, drug trafficking and treason against the United States. Wow, again, really interesting grammar. I love it. I love it. I love how the Clinton singular have gotten away with so much and how against the United States has its own sense. Really, really she horned that in that comment section. It makes me wonder how many other places will Bob Conkel, his expression, his political opinions, you know. I'm sure we can find him across the other videos.

Just to think of what Ursula did to Ariel, to think of how she was tricked. And me wonders how Hillary Clinton was allowed to trick American people with her trickery emails. Ariel almost died, lost her voice forever. Hillary Clinton should be silenced with her voice for treason, child trafficking, cocaine manufacturing, weapons, building, illuminati sacrifices. To think of what Michael Jordan did to Craig Edo, to think he made him look like a fool

with game-winning shot, and me wonders how many babies Hillary Clinton has shot. How has Clinton got away with so many rapines of families and families' pets, so many crimes as this, including selling Christian souls to demons, making Prophet Alex Jones cry, taking last ketchup packet at Wendy's, forcing me to eat dry fries. And finally, my favorite. This is a comment left under an article about the car, the bonding clay died in being replicated and sold under the

pretense of it being authentic. A little controversy. People were selling some fake bonding client death cars. And Pinocchio says on March 28th, 2014, 9.51 AM, he says, they knew they were going to die like the rest of us win and how. So here's one of the maze by this person. How are they able to read an article? Because this is, this isn't a video. How are they able to read an article? Because this is in a video.

How are they able to read an article but not be able to write out one single coherent sense? They knew we going to die. You know, maybe they meant they knew we were going to die or they knew they were going to die. I could follow that if it was, you know, they knew they were going to die. But then they go on to say,

like the rest of us win and how. Does that mean the rest of us know when they were going to die, but then they go on to say like the rest of us went in how, does that mean the rest of us know when we're going to die? And how? I don't have the answer to either of those questions. I don't think Pinocchio has either of those answers, to be honest. I don't think Pinocchio knows how to spell the word answer

because instead of spelling Pinocchio as PINO CCHIO, spelled as PINO KEO. Dude, you're already on the internet. Look it up on Google. Google will fix it for you, just like it did for me. When I realized I didn't know how to spell Pinot K.O. Education is important, everybody. It's part of why we suck, isn't it?

And why I don't believe a time suckers comment will ever be featured in this new segment. ["The New Secret"] It is. And be in through that. In through that. All right, back to Frank Hamer. Hamer was a Texas Ranger who been in roughly 50 gun battles, killed around a dozen men, saved African Americans from KKK, Lynch mobs in Texas, battled arms and drug dealers in the

Mexican border. Along with a handful of other Texas Rangers, one's protected a black rave suspect from a mob of 6,000 in rage red necks in Sherman Texas. The man is the personification of fucking bravery and we will dig into him further in an upcoming Texas Ranger time cell. I'm excited about. And now in early 1934, he come out of retirement to bring down Bonnie and Clyde.

How fucking cool is that? Old badass come out of retirement to put away one last set of bad guys. Who do you think he was? Clint Eastwood After the killing of two state troopers on Easter Sunday, the nation's romantic obsession with the killers is also over and they want Frank to gun him down Fort Worth based state troopers HD Murphy and Edward Wheeler were killed on April 1st 1934 when thinking of motorist needed assistance a surprise bonding Clyde and the gang member

Meth Henry methen who were waiting for an Easter Sunday meeting with family members, witnesses said meth bin panic and shot Wheeler, then Barrow shot Murphy, whose bullets were still in his pocket. According to the South Lake Historical Society, a farmer living nearby who had been sitting on his porch was a witness to the shootings and provided information to help identify the killers. Well, the public forgave a lot of bad deeds, Bonnie and Clyde did, but killing two police officers on Easter Sunday, two damn much.

And then on May 21, gang member Henry Methman's father Ivan put a plan together with Frank Hamer in exchange for a lighter sense for his son. Henry Methman would find some pretext to part company with Bonnie and Clyde, knowing that the outlaws would plan to rejoin him at his parents' home. Hamer and five other law enforcement officers would hide by the side of the grated road leading to Methman's house and wait for Bonnie and Clyde to drive up. After two days of waiting on May 23rd, 1934 at about 910 AM, Haymer's team heard the steady roar of rapidly, of rapidly moving vehicle.

They knew that only Clyde Barrow would hurdle along a country road at such a speed as the 10 Ford V8 sedan approach Bob Alcorn, the only officer who could identify Barrow on site called out quietly. It's him boys. This is it. This is Clyde. As added insurance, an approach Bob Alcorn, the only officer who could identify Barrow on site called out quietly. It's him boys. This is it. This is Clyde. As added insurance, Henry's father also signals as recognition of fugitives of the fugitives.

The officers opened up with the deadly fuselage when bat when the shooting stopped Bonnie and Clyde were dead. They've been shot at total nearly 50 times. In Oklahoma court later tried and sends Methven to death for the killing of police officer. Cal Campbell, a murder Metham committed after making the pardon agreement. The court commuted a sentence to life however when officials disclosed Metham's part in Bonnie and Clyde's ambush in April 1949 after Metham's release from prison, an unknown person knocked him unconscious and placed him on a Louisiana railroad track where a passing

train cut him in half. Every single member of the Barrow gang eventually meant a violent death, except for brief member Blanche Barrow, who would remain friends with Bonnie's sister, Billy, for the rest of her life, eventually dying of cancer at the age of 77. So that is a tale of Bonnie and Clyde. But before I get my final thoughts on the deal, and hit our top five takeaways, I want to read you a letter written by Clyde Barrow the month before he died, and then also a poem written by Bonnie Parker about a year before she died. I find both of them really fascinating and just interesting kind of tells about their character. This is that letter from Clyde who wrote it to Henry Ford, the automobile maker, Tulsa Oklahoma, 10th April, Mr. Henry Ford,

Detroit, Michigan, dear sir, well I still have got breath in my lungs, I will tell you what a dandy car you make. I have drove fours exclusively when I could get away with one. For a sustained speed and freedom from trouble, the Ford has got every other car skinned and even if my business hasn't been strictly legal, it don't hurt anything to tell you what a fine car you got in the V8. Yours truly, Clyde Champion Barrow. I love how he adds champion to his middle name. What a fucking nut. That really cracks me up man. The dude's been on

the run from the law for years. His brothers recently killed by the police. His girl's been burned and shot recently. He's shot recently. Yet he still feels as important to take a little moment and send Henry Ford a thank you letter for all the good times he's had fleeing from the police in the Ford cars he stole him. And strange as this letter was, I mean, could you get a better endorsement? Ford cars had kept the one-of-man free for several years. And now check out this poem from Bonnie. We learned earlier that she was good at poetry.

It really shows how kind of self-aware she was, just aware of their situation and press her for somebody so young. You know, there's one thing criminals just don't do anymore. It's right, poems. This one's called The Trails End. You've read the story of Jesse James of how he lived and died.

If you're still in need of something to read, here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang, I'm sure you all have read. How the Robin's Steel and those who squeal are usually found dying or dead. There's lots of untruths to these write-ups, they're not as ruthless as that, their nature is raw, they hate all the law, the stool-pigeon spotters and rats. They call them cold-blooded killers, they say they are heartless in mean, but I say this with pride that I once new-clied when he was honest and upright and clean. But the law fooled around, kept taking him down and locking him up in his cell, till he said to me, I'll never be free,

so I'll meet a few of them in hell. The road was so dimly lighted, there were no highway signs to guide, but they made up their minds. If all roads were blind, they wouldn't give up till they died. The road gets dimmer and dimmer. Sometimes you can hardly see, but it's fight man to man and do all you can

for they know they can never be free. From heartbreak, some people have suffered, from wearing us some people have died, but take it all in all, our troubles are small till we get like Bonnie and Clyde. If a policeman is killed in Dallas, and they have no clue or guide, if they can't find a fiend, they just wipe their slate clean and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde. There's two crimes committed in America, not accredited to the Barrow mob. They had no hand in the kidnapped man nor the Kansas City Depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy, a wish old Clyde would get jumped. And these awful hard times would make a few dimes if five or six cops would get bumped. The police haven't got the report yet, but Clyde called me up today. He said, don't start any fights. We aren't working nights.

We're joining the NRA. From Irving to West Dallas, Viaduct is known as the Great Divide, where the women are kin and the men are men, and they won't stool and Bonnie in Clyde. If they try to act like citizens and rent them a nice little flat, about the third night they're invited to fight by a subguns rat tat tat.

They don't think they're too smart or desperate. They know that the law always wins. They've been shot up before, but they do not ignore that death is the wages of sin. Some day they'll go down together. They'll bury them side by side to feel a big grief to the law relief, but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde. Man, I get the fascination with Bonnie and Clyde. You know, that poem was widely distributed by the press and the pictures of them kind of hanging out their hideouts. You know, it's just that I understand

the romantic fascination when you read that. You know, it was just two kind of, you know, poor kids who felt they'd been fucked over by the justice system and they were getting a little revenge. Now, that doesn't justify what they did, but I understand kind of people relating to that. You know, I feel like the collateral damage robbers accounted for,

it just doesn't truly accrue the same moral judgment that other murders and different crimes endure. And again, I'm not advocating robbery, especially armed robbery, but when you think of a robber, especially a bank robbery, it's very different than thinking about a serial killer. They're very different than thinking about a rapist

or that type of criminal. Those two seem like monsters to most of us, committing crimes would be morally incapable of, but come on, who has in the daydream released once at least once when you were a kid about robbing a bank I sure have I bet it's a common fantasy especially among the working class Maybe if you're born rich, and you know you think about it, you know because you already got the money you need Robbing especially bank robbing captivates the imagination like few other crimes especially when you're poor and when you're poor I think it's easy to see the banks as part of the elite part of the enemy in a way

Especially when you're hearing about it on the news, you know, white color criminals consistently going and punished for fucking over the poor, you're hearing about bank bailouts. I mean, think about that in our time. $700 billion in taxpayer money just given to the banking industry in the 2008 troubled asset relief program

to solve a problem they created. Yep, you know, meanwhile, nobody gets their house given back to them when they can't pay their mortgage bills. You know, how fucked up is that? You know, the common citizen doesn't get bail out money. To me, it felt like they stole 700 billion from the citizenry, you know?

And then, you know, meanwhile, people are losing their homes left and right. You know, put on a ski mask, grab a shotgun, take a little back, feel somehow more unjustified in some situations. Well, think about how people must have felt in the years after the stock market crashed to the Great Depression by 1933, nearly half of America's banks had failed.

And the unemployment was approaching 15 million people or 30% of the workforce, and no one got fucked over more than working class families in the Depression. Sure, the elite may lost some summer homes in some cases, but a lot of the poor lost everything. Lost her farms, like Clyde had grown up. You know, Bonnie lost her dad and then grew up in poverty. She lost her job at a cafe shortly before meeting Clyde had grown up. Bonnie lost her dad and then grew up in poverty. She lost her job at a cafe shortly before meeting Clyde. Lost her husband to jail, 1930 when the two met. I'm sure the future felt pretty fucking bleak. That doesn't justify shooting up banks and gas stations. I know that, but there's something darkly admirable about people who

just don't lie down and take it when life starts fucking them. Isn't there? I think the public was fascinated by them in parks because they were brave enough to fight back in their way to do what a lot of other people probably wanted to do, but weren't willing to go to prison for. And then when you hear that poem and you realize you used to how aware they were, their situation, the new they were going to die, there's just something darkly, you know, tragically beautiful about that. Rather than just live a long life full of almost, you know, inevitable hardship and poverty, they were just going to live fast and fun and then die young. And adding to the fast nation,

I think is the young love angle. There's something so special about young love. So all in composing, you don't lose your head in the same ways you get older with love. You can love someone more deeply, appreciate them more maturely and fully as you get older, but that mature form of love doesn't have that fuck everybody,

fuck the world kind of sense to it. That other person is the only person that matter. I'm gonna fuck their brains out and fuck away the world. You know that kind of fire we love. You know you have when you're young it's so powerful, so full of lust and living in the moment. And whether you actually have it or not, Bonnie and Clyde or whether they had it or not, Bonnie and Clyde were perceived to have it. Imagine your regular old citizen back then. It's 1933 or 34. You're working two jobs to barely feed your skinny dirty kids. You can't find work. Your husband can't find work. You're sitting at an old beat-up table in an unconditioned, you know, or

unair-conditioned home, swirled from the summer heat, freezing maybe in the winter, because you can't pay the gas bill, staring silently across the table, your husband or wife all dead-eyed, a man or woman you have nothing to talk about, nothing new to discuss. Someone has depressed at yourself about the numbing prospect of their future, maybe even worse than their present, and then you hear about Bonnie and Clyde. Robin Banks, fucking and hideout, sticking to the man. They must have seemed so goddamn alive. And I think what made him appealing is that they were attractive. It's not like Bonnie had a unibrow or cancels poking out from under her mumu, or that Clyde showed up in photos with a big fat gut, spilling over his sweatpants, a little bit of sausage gravy and his unkept beard. Now Bonnie was little things, then only 4-11 weigh 90 pounds.

She has strawberry, blonde curls, cutes hell, fashionable. Looking under pictures, beauty pops out right away. Clyde was boyishly handsome, dimpled, cheek-strong, jaw-lined, grayed hair, looking dapperies fucking those suits. They were young, good-looking, driving fast cars, wearing expensive clothes, and they didn't give a shit about the law or what you thought. Again, I get the fascination, and finally, I get it when you take into the revenge angle. With Clyde, dude was raped in prison, mistreated by the prison officials, beat by the guards,

wanted some revenge. Who can't admire that on some level? Neither one of them should have did what they did. Clyde killed, you know, people who, he killed a guy who wronged even prison, probably should have stopped there with his killing. You know, in Bonnie, even though she per se didn't kill anybody, no one thinks she actually ever pulled a trigger in one of these crimes. She had no business being along for the ride and driving the getaway car, but she did.

You know, she rode with Clyde to the bitter end, rode with him through death, pain, prison lockups, breakouts, fire and bullets, and then died with him, knowing that's how it all would end. You know, and again, what they did wasn't right, terribly wrong, but I get what we're still talking about them. And I mean, and also, who wouldn't want to be loved? How Bonnie loved Clyde, right? Yeah, I get it. And I get that it's time now for some top five takeaways.

Time, suck, top five takeaways. Number one, Bonnie smuggled a gun into prison for Clyde. A man she'd met only a few weeks before and he used it to successfully break out of prison. Trying to top that with a, how do you know they were the one for you relationship story? Number two, Buck Barrow got shot in the head in a police shootout, living him with part of his brain exposed, and he still fled and lived to fight in another shootout where he was shot again and still didn't die for several days.

Whenever I think I'm tough, I like to read about stuff like that. I like to read about men like Buck and put myself in my place. Number three, Clyde Barrow escaped from prison, broke others out of prison on a separate occasion and got away from the cops in about 10 consecutive shootouts, but still got shot to death at the age of 25. Good lesson to learn there. Gamble enough with your life and the house is bound to win. Number four, Bonnie Parker's

dad fell off a scaffold and died when she was a little kid and then she married a criminal who went to jail and ended up getting shot to death by prison guards. And then she broke another dude out of jail who ended up getting shot by police officers and got herself killed as well. So dads, if you're listening to the show right now, if you want your daughter to fuck a bunch of criminals and die in a shootout, well, just go ahead and fall off one of those scaffolds or be careful and raise a right. And number five, some new information. Bonnie and Clyde's bullet riddled death car is on display at a Nevada casino. Following the ambush of Bonnie and Clyde, a Louisiana sheriff who is a member of Hamer six

man posse claimed the Pockmark Ford V8 sedan still coated with the outlaws blood and gore, but a federal judge ruled that the automobile stolen by Boni and Clyde should return to its former owner, Ruth Warren of Topeka, Kansas. Warren leased and eventually sold the car to Charles Stanley, an anti-crime lecturer who toured fairgrounds with the death car and the mothers of Boni and Clyde, in tow, a side show attractions. Still speckled with bullet holes, the death car is now an attraction in the lobby of the whiskey-peats casino in Primnavada, a small resort town in the California border, 40

miles south of Las Vegas. Finally, one and only one reason to go to whiskey pizza. Time suck, tough, right takeaway. Thanks suck heads for listening to some bonding Clyde this week. Can't believe how long it took for us to get caught. Wow. Thanks everyone who came out to Orlando at the improv this past week. Man, so great.

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