Transcript of Who's There

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I'm going to tell you a story, right? It's going to be one story all the way through. Everything I'm going to tell you is completely true, apart from three things. There are three lies in this story. On 22nd of July, 2015, about half past 10: 00, I leave the gig. I go to my parents house, wake up about 20 minutes after I fell asleep. At the end of my bed, there is someone standing. It's my mom. She's scared. She's really scared. She says the It makes sense to me, Whatever you do, do not turn on the lights. Whoever's in the front garden, whatever's in the front garden. At this stage, I don't know how many people, how many things, what it could be, but my dad is looking at it and he won't go downstairs. It doesn't make sense. So I think, right, I'm going to call the police. I'll find out what's going on. I call the police. It rings a couple of times. Someone answers. I said, Hey, my name's Ed. I'm calling from 40 Benfield Avenue. Someone's banging on our front door. I think he's a drunk, but my parents are acting really weird and it's shaking me up.

Could you send an officer down just to check this out? And The person on the other end of the phone says, I'm sorry, where did you say you were calling from? I said, 40 Bentfield Avenue, just inside from Warden. The officer says, Mr. Hedges, we are very aware of the situation. Please barricade yourself inside the house and do not engage with anyone you meet. And then they hang up. I'm like, Rude? Fuck.

That first night in Edinburgh, my head was spinning, and I wasn't alone. Ed had just started his set like any other stand-up comedian, but suddenly, we were all side-eyeing each other in the audience. Should we laugh or brace ourselves?

I walk into the hallway back with my parents, and I said, Guys, I've just called the police, and they're acting odd, and my mom does this. I go quiet, and I listen, and the banging has stopped. It's been a placed by the sound of footsteps going down the front of our house and the sound of an old iron gate getting pushed open. I know the iron gate because that's the iron gate I used to use when I come back from the pub drunk with the cricket team. I pushed the iron gate open, I'd walk down the side of my house into the back garden, and I would go into the back door because the back door is always unlocked. Back door is always unlocked. We can hear them through the windows. They go down the the house into the back garden. Walk up to the back door, they put their hand on the door handle, and they pull it down. It doesn't go. And the second it made that chunk noise, my dad to my mom went, That is why I did that.

I I'm Jody Tovay, and this is Wisecrack.

And you don't know that I Episode 2, Who's There. There was an incident when I was a kid. My dad took me to the fair. I've never been before because I didn't really have any friends. And he took me, my mom and him, to the local fair. They're not like your fairs. I've seen at your fairs, you fry everything and you throw people in the air. We don't do that. We like to have fun. My dad was driving us to the fair. I was so excited. Then we pulled over in front of my aunt's house and my cousin Jasper walked out and I was livid because I hate Jasper. We all hate Jasper. I need you to be on board with me. We hate Jasper. He's such a weird kid. He was the kid that would sit on the bottom deck of a double-decker. Live a little twat. He's so weird. I can't explain it. He got into the car and he was wearing a three-piece suit to go to the fair. I hate him so much. It makes me stronger. We went to the fair. I'm only a couple of years older than Jasper at this point.

I'm like 10, he's like eight. We're looking for something to go on and my dad's getting more and more annoyed. He's like, I've taken a day off work. I've bought these kids to the fair. Not going on anything. What's the point in this? I've had a day off work. I'm losing a day's money. What is going on here? After a little while, he erupted. He was like, Kids, get on a ride now. We're going right home. Jasper was like, We'll go on the dodgums. You don't know what the dodgums are. You call them bumper cars, right? Yeah, cool, because you like to bump into them, but we like to dodg them. We're so similar, Guys, we should just stop fighting, you silly gooses. We call them dodgems. I got on. I sat down in the bumper car. I was actually quite excited. Jasper sat next to me. He wasn't allowed to drive because he was wearing a suit. The second I sit down, I see in front of me is Ryan Goddard.

Ryan Goddard is Ed's childhood bully who relentlessly tormented him all throughout grade school.

Now, at this point, Ryan Goddard has been bullying me for about four years. I'm terrified of him. He's already good at sport. I am shitting my pants. I'm so scared. He sees me and starts heading straight for me and Jasper, and I didn't know what to do. So I realized I had two options. Either I bend down, I press the pedal, and I steer around Ryan, or I hit him straight on. I know what my dad would prefer. My dad would prefer me to hit him straight on, to do the manly thing, to be a man, to tackle the problem head on. But I I wanted to go around him. I just didn't want to have the conflict. It was an internal struggle for me. I was tossing up between hitting him and going around him. Option A, option B, option A, option B. In the end, I went for option C, which was undo my belt and leave the vehicle. There is not a reality that exists where I can describe how hard Jasper got hit by that car. On that day, Jasper lost all of his front teeth. He also broke his nose.

My dad grabs Jasper, he pulls him out of the car, he turns to me and he goes, You're a coward. He said, Get in the car. I went, Right, cool. We got in the car. He was angry. He was angrier than he's been for a long time. I could feel the heat coming off the back of his neck. Do you know that anger where people are radiating energy? I sit in the car, Jasper's next to me. His suit is now red. Mom sits in the passenger seat, dad sits in the driver's seat. I'm sitting We start driving. We're driving at about 80 miles an hour. Dad's angry. He was mumbling under his breath. I could hear what he was mumbling, but he was like, Why can't he just be normal? Why can't he just be like the other kids? My mom said, John, stop it. He said, Why can't he be like any of the other kids? Tony's boy was there. Ian, he was playing sports. Jackie's daughter was there. She was going on the slide. Susan's daughter was there. Ryan. He was like, He was there. They were all there. All the normal kids were there.

I've got this one. I was like, oh, shit.

When you see his set live, you quickly realize Ed is actually performing three shows at once. The first show is Ed's Endearing Comedy, side- splitting stories about growing up chubby, dyslexic, asthmatic, and just strange in a small town outside of London. The second plot is Ed's retelling of this terrifying night when he returned to his childhood village for the first time as an adult, years after leaving to pursue his dreams of stand-up comedy. After Ed finished his show, he had a few pints with old friends, walked back to his childhood home, and passed out in his small bedroom until he was awoken by his parents and the violent knocking of an intruder trying to get into the front door.

And then we hear them walk back up the pathway into the front garden, and it goes quiet.

But there is a third show going on when he's on stage. It's what Ed is not telling you. He's already warned us that there are three lies built into the show, and at this point in the set, he's only divulged one. But you can sense there's something yet to be revealed.

My mom turns to my dad and she says, I think they've gone. And as she starts to say the G in gone, the sound of someone drop kicking our front door comes. First kick smashes the glass, second kick, the wood starts to break. My mom grabs me and my dad and pushes us into the toilet. She shuts the door behind us. She locks it. She's fully crying at this point. She turns around to me and she says, Edward, promise me you won't leave. Promise me you'll stay here. This is the only room that has a lock and running water. We'll be safe if we just say in here. The sound is getting louder. The wood is breaking. We can hear it. Whoever's outside is breaking down the door. We can hear it falling to pieces. My mom is I am panicking. My dad is sitting on the floor, and then I realize it. I look at my dad and I realize it, why I couldn't get a grasp on what he was doing. He was scared. How fucked is that? It's like 23 years old, and I just realized that my dad was scared. The first time in my life, he was this unit of a man.

I'd never seen him scared before. He is terrified. He can't control the situation. He's lost control completely. He is so scared. And this wall of a man, this thing that used to terrify me, covered in eggshells, I had to step around for the first time in my life, showing a bit of weakness, and I can't think of what's outside because I'm just looking at him thinking, You're fucking human, man. The noise is getting more and more, and mum's having a full panic attack. She has a condition called angina. Her heart is going too quickly. And just before the door gets broken in, we hear a helicopter. And then we see the lights of police cars pulling onto our street. The banging stops. It goes quiet again in the village. Then a polite knock comes from the front door. That's the creepiest thing. All this banging and then just a polite knock. Courtesy, freaked me out. We didn't answer it. Then mom gets a phone call. She stands up, she unlocks the door, she goes downstairs. My dad stands up, he follows her. I stand up and I walk into the bedroom. I tell my parents it's because I'm tired and I can't be asked.

In actual fact, I'm having a full panic attack for the first time in my life. I go and lay down in my bed, I shut my eyes and I start to count just to try and let myself go to sleep. Then I wake up. I wake up, it's a beautiful day. Sun's out, birds are chirping. I'm happier than I've ever been because I realize, it's all just a dream. Then I hear my mom crying downstairs. I think, Fuck, that's not... I get up, I walk downstairs. The blinds are down. All the doors are shut. I can't see anything at all. I can't see the front door. The TV is off. Mom and dad are on the sofa. Mum's crying. On the coffee table, there are pancakes. As I start eating the pancakes, and I turned to my dad. I said, What was all that last night then? And he didn't answer me. He just picked up the TV remote and turned on Sky News. And on Sky News is my house. My house is covered in police tape, and on the street, there are a few police officers. And that's how I learned about what happened on the night, the 22nd of July, 2015.

Between 11: 00 and 12: 00 at night, a 23-year-old man named Ryan Goddard, my school bully, had killed his family. He stabbed his mother 42 times, his stepfather 56, using seven different blunt knives from the kitchen, and they identified him by the shape of his shoe print left on the side of his mother's skull. And then he came to my house.

It was an unimaginable crime. It's four consecutive life terms for Brian Kauberger, who killed the four University of Idaho students.

The defense are on a sinking ship.

It was clear at that point he was out of options. Nearly 30 months of silence until... Bombshell development, Brian Kauberger appearing set to accept a plea deal just five weeks before his quadruple murder trial was set to start. No trial, no testimony.

He has pleaded guilty to five criminal counts, one of burglary, and then four counts of murder.

In this final season, we return to Moscow with interviews from those still searching for answers. Why did the prosecution take this?

They were holding all the cars.

How on earth could you make a deal? What message does that send? Listen to season three of the Idaho Massacre on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Liz went from being interested in true crime to living true crime. My husband comes back outside, and he's shaking, and he just looks like he's seeing a ghost, and he's just in shock. And he said, Your dad's been killed. This is Hands Tied, a true crime podcast, Exploring the murder of Jim Melgar. Liz's mom had just been found shut in a closet, her hands and feet tied up, shouting for help. I was just completely in shock. Her dad had been stabbed to death. It didn't feel real at all. For more than a decade, Liz has been trying to figure out what happened. There's a lot of guilt, I think, pushing me, and I just, I want answers. Listen to Hands Tied on the iHeart radio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.

In 2020, a group of young women in a tidy suburb of New York City found themselves in an AI-fueled nightmare.

Someone was posting photos. It was just me naked. Well, not me, but me with someone else's body parts on my body parts that looked exactly like my own. I wanted to throw up I wanted to scream.

It happened in LeverTown, New York.

But reporting this series took us through the darkest corners of the Internet and to the front lines of a global battle against deep fake pornography. This should be illegal, but what is this? This is a story about a technology that's moving faster than the law and about vigilantes trying to stem the tide.

I'm Maggie Murphy. And I'm Olivia Carville.

This is LeverTown, a new podcast from iHeartPodcasts, Bloomberg and Colliderscope.

Listen to LeverTown on Bloomberg's Big Take podcast. Find it on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.

Hi, I'm Nicole Anne-Jemmy, PA and creator of the Autopsy blog, The Gross Room. And I'm Maria Cucaine, together with the mother-daughter duo behind the Mother Noes Death podcast. On our show, we tackle burning questions like, what happens when you're stuck in an amusement ride upside down for hours? Or why are celebrities always eating their placentas. Is the latest TikTok trend dangerous? The answer is yes. It's always yes. And most importantly, what is anal breathing? Each week, we explore the most bizarre stories in the news, and believe us, it just gets weirder every week. We share real life stories, dissect shocking autopsy findings, and delve into the dark humor that comes with discussing death. And now we are excited to announce that we are joining the iHeart podcast Network. Whether you're a true crime aficionado or just have a tinge of morbid curiosity, there's something for everyone on Mother No's Death. New episodes of our show drop twice a week. Listen to Mother Noes Death on America's number one podcast network, iHeart. Open your free iHeart app and search Mother Noes Death.

Things didn't go Ryan's way after I left the village. He broke his hip and he couldn't play football anymore. He was playing for a semi-professional team and he had to move home with his family. Became a milkman. I had to knock on people's doors every day. This local celebrity is now a milkman. I knew Susan. She was good. Susan, his mom, was a good person. I didn't know what to say. I sat there, doing something so bad, you can't look left or right, and you're just soaking it in. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to fix it, and I couldn't. I couldn't fix it. But my dad, John, the hero of the house, man, he saved the day as he always does. He put his hand on my shoulder, he put his hand around my mom and he said, It's fine. We're okay. We've got each other still. We're alive. We're safe, thanks to the Titan 17 windows. Now, he Second lie of the show, he did not say that. While I'm at it, I'll tell you the third lie. The third lie, just so you're aware, is that I've changed the names and the places and the people's names just out of respect the dead.

I thought it was the right thing to do. We all processed it in different ways. That was really interesting to see. My mom was really healthy. She talked to people and she saw a support network. My dad buried himself in his work and I immediately started gigging again. I buried myself in my work, and then I realized I was doing what my dad was doing. So I did this. They just pretended it never happened. I don't know if you've seen Hot Files, but it was genuinely, it was like that. They were like, Don't talk about it, don't report it, lock this shit down. Then you'd walk up to me and be like, Did you hear about the murders? They'd be like, Lovely day we're having. All right. One thing I do know is I'm eternally grateful to you all for coming tonight. My name is Ed Hedges. Thank you very much. Listen to my story. Sorry.

And just like that, it was over. Ed got a standing ovation, but he didn't stick around for the applause. His face lost all expression as he left stage like he had somewhere to be. It was the strangest mic drop I'd ever seen. The audience quickly gathered their belongings and slipped back into the rain, casually chatting about what they'd just seen. But I stayed seated, stunned. Had I really just heard a true story of a double homicide wrapped in a comedy set told by a comedian who was almost the third victim? Or did he make the whole thing up? I had to know. I ran out to the stage door to introduce myself, but Ed Hedges had long left the venue. The stage manager advised me to return the next day to catch him before his performance, but I didn't want to wait that long. I grabbed a coffee and scoured my phone for any trace of Ed Hedges. Most budding comedians have big social media presences, but not Ed. He had a single Twitter account, and his last post was weeks old. I DMed him anyway, but nothing back. When I googled him, I found a lot of promos and press releases, but nothing about his hometown.

When he was only 20, Ed won the So You Think You're Funny contest, a British comedy competition. He had a few runs at the Soho Theater in London to great reviews, but his career had slumped since then. I searched for the village he mentions.

You wouldn't have heard of it. It's called Salford and Wharton.

It's a real town, but no double homicide. And more curious, Ed never specifically says where he's from in interviews. Like he's going out of his way to keep his past unclear.

You're not going to be able to Google this one. I've hidden it well enough that you won't be able to find anything.

Despite trying for hours, I couldn't find anything. So the next day, I went back to his show, and this time I recorded it on my iPhone 7. Apologies for the sound quality, but this is the first time I ever captured Ed's performance.

I'm not one of those red-blooded male comics that's going to be like, Hey, wasn't your dream to come? I'm not that character.

The show was almost identical to the night before. Some names changed, but every sharp line written and performed with an intentional vagueness.

That night, a 23-year-old male named Christian Godard had killed his family.

And this time, I darted to the stage door when Ed's set came down. In fact, I think I scared him a little. I stuck out my hand, told him I was a television producer specializing in true crime, and I would like to talk to him about his show. Immediately, Ed became dismissive, eyes down, shuffling his feet. Looking for an excuse to leave the conversation, Ed said he needed to prepare for his next set. But perhaps intrigued by something I said, we exchanged numbers and planned to meet for a drink after his last show. As he reached for this stage door, I lobed one last question. Hey, can you at least tell me the name of your bully? He glanced around to see if anyone was listening, looked back at me, and quietly said, Brett Rogers. That simple name unlocked everything for me. It was an unimaginable crime. It's four consecutive life terms for Brian Kauberger, who killed a four University of Idaho students.

The defense are on the sinking ship.

It was clear at that point he was out of options. Nearly 30 months of silence until... Bomshell development, Brian Kauberger appearing set to accept a plea deal just five weeks before his quadruple murder trial was said to start. No trial, no testimony.

He has pleaded guilty to five criminal counts, one of burglary and then four counts of murder.

In this final season, we return to Moscow with interviews from those still searching for answers. Why did the prosecution take this?

They were holding all the cars.

How on earth could you make a deal? What message does that send? Listen to season three of the Idaho Massacre on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Liz went from being interested in true crime to living true crime. My husband comes back outside, and he's shaking, and he just looks like he's seeing a ghost, and he's just in shock. And he said, Your dad's been killed. This is Hands Tied, a true crime podcast podcast, Exploring the murder of Jim Melgar. Liz's mom had just been found shut in a closet, her hands and feet tied up, shouting for help. I was just completely in shock. Her dad had been stabbed to death. I I didn't feel real at all. For more than a decade, Liz has been trying to figure out what happened. There's a lot of guilt, I think, pushing me, and I just don't want answers. Listen to Hands Tied on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.

In 2020, a group of young women in a tidy suburb of New York City found themselves in an AI-fueled nightmare.

Someone was posting photos. It was just me naked. Well, not me, but me with someone else's body parts on my body parts that looked exactly like my own.

I wanted to throw up.

I wanted to scream.

It happened in Leveretown, New York.

But reporting this series took us through the darkest corners of the internet and to the front lines of a global battle against deep fake pornography. This should be illegal, but what is this? This is a story about a technology that's moving faster than the law and about vigilantes trying to stem the tide.

I'm Maggie Murphy. And I'm Olivia Carville.

This is Leveretown, a new podcast from iHeartPodcasts, Bloomberg and Colliderscope.

Listen to LeverTown on Bloomberg's Big Tate podcast. Find it on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.

Hi, I'm Nicole Anne-Jemmy, PA and creator of the autopsy blog, The Grosser Room. And I'm Maria Cucaine. Together, we're the mother-daughter duo behind the Mother Noes Death podcast. On our show, we tackle burning questions like, what happens when you're stuck in an amusement ride upside down for hours? Or why are celebrities always eating their placentas? Is the Is the latest TikTok trend dangerous? The answer is yes. It's always yes. And most importantly, what is anal breathing? Each week, we explore the most bizarre stories in the news, and believe us, it just gets weirder every week. We share real-life stories, dissect shocking autopsy findings, and delve into the dark humor that comes with discussing death. And now we are excited to announce that we are joining the iHeart podcast Network. Whether you're a true crime aficionado or just have a tinge of morbid curiosity, there's something for everyone on Mother No's Death. New episodes of our show drop twice a week. Listen to Mother No's Death on America's number one podcast Network, iHeart. Open your free iHeart app and search Mother No's Death.

They found a lifeless body of Gillian Phillips, 54, slumped on the sofa and covered in her own congealed blood.

He also repeatedly stabbed and caused a fatal head injury to David Oakes, who had stayed with her overnight. He was present to the death of a woman and a man in stand at Mount Fitchet had been opened and ajourned. With the name Brett Rogers, I could almost confirm everything that happened that terrible night, not in Saffron, Morgan, but in a small town called Stansted, Mount Fitchet, 35 miles northeast of London. Even more fascinating, everything that Ed said on stage about the murders themselves was true. Verifiable, right down to the amount of stab wounds found on Brett's mother's body.

Mrs. Phillips suffered at least 41 stab wounds to the head, neck, and torso, plus 14 blunt force injuries and defensive wounds. She was pronounced dead at the scene.

The number of articles published in the wake of the murders were in the dozens, but they all reported the same scant superficial facts. Since Ed had moved away from Stansted, Brett's life had fallen apart. With few job opportunities, Brett took a job as the local milkman, delivering fresh dairy to lifelong neighbors who were all aware of his downfall. He was constantly in trouble with the law, everything from drug use to violent fights, and eventually landed himself in prison for three years. When he was released, he had nowhere to live except his mother's house, his childhood home. The one three doors down from Ed. Then came the night of July 22nd, 2015. The terror started at 09: 00 PM. Both Brett's mom, Gillian Phillips, and her friend, David had been heavily drinking, there was no way either could have fought off the attack. Their thinned blood would account for the red-soaked couch and floor where Gillian and David were found, respectively. Both their heads were bruised and fractured, consistent with violent blunt force trauma. Once they were incapacitated, Brett repeatedly stomped on their faces, leaving a bloody footprint from his Nike air trainer on his mother's cheek.

A The forensic scientist later confirmed that the butchery Brett committed that night would have taken him at least one hour or longer. At 11: 00 PM, Brett Rogers left his house and wandered on to the Common Green, a small shared outdoor yard with benches. There, Brett called 999. For some reason, either the call was dropped or he hung up, Brett did not speak to an officer. Inexplicably, Brett returned to his house. While the victims bled out downstairs, Brett climbed upstairs, tracking blood on the treads. He changed out of the blood-soaked size 8 Nike trainers and into size 9 shoes. Approximately 30 to 45 minutes later, Brett calls 999 again, this time requesting help. Around midnight, a lone officer arrived to find Brett in a side alley beside Ed's house. He was clutching a white plastic bag. His arms and hands were slick with blood, and he was grinning, laughing. To top it all off, on the way to the station after his arrest, Brett turned to the officer and asked if they could swing by McDonald's first. But the crime scene had yet to reveal two of the most baffling parts of the murders. The following day, during a methodical search of Gillian's overflowing kitchen trash can, the murder weapons were discovered.

Inside, seven knives were found, four black ones, one red, one yellow, and one blue, indicating that Brett went back and forth over the course of an hour or so, randomly choosing a new instrument every time a knife broke or dolled. Some of the knives were missing handles due to the violent force used to thrust the blades into the victim's bodies. Investigators also found Brett's discarded Nikes, his gray sweat pants, several towels, and a pillowcase all soaked in blood. He'd also thrown away trash, 220 pounds in 20-pound notes, and a pair of women's animal print underwear. But perhaps the strangest discovery lay outside in another trash bin, evidence of a different side to Brett's breakdown. Sometime during the murders, he had scrawled a message, a letter of sorts, three words written over and over at least 30 times. I and love and much. Then he destroyed the message, tearing it into 300 small pieces. I kept pouring over the articles because one question kept nagging at me. Why? What sent Brett over the Edge that night? I couldn't wait to ask Ed, but it turns out I'd have to. Ed stood me up. I waited in that pub for two hours.

I sent him a message on WhatsApp. Nothing. Not even a courtesy text saying, I can't make it. I crawled in bed that night bummed, and frankly, a little pissed. Young comedians come to the Fringe Fest for one reason, to show their talent to the world, to find new collaborators and expand their audiences. I thought Ed and I might make a great team. Why would he not show? Maybe he's already working with someone else or isn't interested in a wider audience. Or maybe he's decided that I'm not the perfect fit for his ambitions. After all, I'm a crime producer, and he's a standup. And that's when it hit me. Despite what Ed said on stage, a double murder in a small town, the killer coming to his house all on the one night in four years that Ed happened to be back home.

He had no idea that I was there. This was just a coincidence.

A coincidence? That's certainly possible, but probable? Or maybe Ed was trying to convince himself of that narrative.

That's my story. Thank you so much.

Whatever the truth was, Ed was going through it. For his audiences, cackling through his 45 minutes set, this was just another comedy routine. For Ed, it was trauma therapy with dozens of people looking on. The next night, I waited at the stage door, again, and this time, I didn't hold back. I told Ed why I thought he was avoiding me. I told him why I think he changes all the names and places in the story. And then, I told him why I think he performs this set in the first place. He, too, wants to know why Brett did what he did and if his presence in town that night had anything to do with his bully meltdown. Ed was speechless. And then he unloaded his thoughts on me, telling me that Brett never mentioned him by name after he left, that he already had mental problems, and that Brett would have never known that Ed was in town for one night only. Rather than push back, I simply asked Ed a question. I asked if he would like to explore everything that led up to those murders in hopes of unearthing Brett's motivations that night, that maybe a deeper understanding of Brett might unshackle him from any of his darker feelings.

He got very quiet, shook his head, and told me he would think about it. And that was the last time I talked to Ed Hedges. Until two years later, when he called me pissed drunk. He told me he'd been considering my offer for years. It had always stuck in the back of his mind. He said if I was still up for it, he was in. Why now? I thought. What's changed? Then he said, One thing, though. Brett's dead. Next time on Wise Crack.

In most cases, they swing their fist around. Yes, plausible. It's believable. You've had a fight, but you don't kill your mom.

The forensic scientists took a huge number of photographs, not all of which we showed to the jury. Some of them were just too horrific to do so. The thing that struck me most about it was the sheer quantity of bloodshed. It literally was a blood bath. Wisecrack is a production of Tenderfoot TV and iHeart podcasts in Association with Starwhite Productions. I'm your host, Jody Tove. The show is written by Charles Forbes. Standup comedy written and performed by Ed Hedges with additional writing contributions by Charles Forbes. Executive producers for Tenderfoot TV are Donald Albright and Payne Lindsay. Executive producers for Starwhite Productions are Jody Tovay and Charles Forbes. Lead producer is Alex Vespistad, with additional production by Stephen Perez, Joe Grizzle, Jaja Muhammad, Jamie Albright, and Jordan Foxworthy. Lead editor is Stephen Perez, with additional editing by Dylan Harrington and Liam Luxon. Coordinating producers are John Street and Tracey Kaplin. Research by Jim Nally and Misty Showalter. Original music by Jay Ragsdale, with additional music by Makeup and Vanity Set. Mix by Cooper Skinner. Artwork by Byron McCoy. Special thanks to Oren Rosenbaum and the team at UTA, Nate Ranson, Alexander Kaplan and the Synergy Clubhouse, and the Nord Group.

For more podcasts like Wise Crack, search Tenderfoot TV on your favorite podcast app, or visit us at tenderfoot. Tv. Thanks for listening. Episode three will release next week, but you can binge the rest of the season right now, completely ad-free by subscribing to Tenderfoot Plus on Apple Podcasts or at tenderfootplus. Com. Liz went from being interested in true crime to living true crime. My That's what it's been said, your dad's been killed. This is Hands Tied, a true crime podcast, Exploring the murder of Jim Melgar. I was just completely in shock. Liz's father murdered, and her mother found locked in a closet it, her hands and feet bound. I didn't feel real at all. More than a decade on, she's still searching for answers. We're still fighting. Listen to Hands Tied on the iHeartRadio app, Apple podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. It was an unimaginable crime. It's four consecutive live terms for Brian Kauberger, who killed the four University of Idaho students. Nearly 30 months sense of silence until... Bomshell development, Brian Kauberger has agreed to plea guilty. No trial, no testimony.

The defense are on a sinking ship. This isn't the justice you wanted, but this is justice.

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