Rotten Mango - #119: The Death List - The Scorecard Serial Killer (Case of Randy Kraft)

Episode Date: December 1, 2021

The highway patrol officers turned on their sirens. 2nd drunk driver of the night. This guy was worse than the first. He had a friend in the passenger seat - drunk, passed out, and he didn’t even realize they had been pulled over. He sat there sleeping while the driver was being arrested. “Come on bud time to find a new ride” - the officer tapped the window. That’s when he realized - the passenger wasn’t drunk. He was dead. Full Source Notes: rottenmangopodcast.com To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Peloton app available through free tier or paid subscription starting at 12.99 per month. Better being better, boo. Welcome to this week's main episode of Rotten Mango. I'm your host, Stephanie Sue, and let's just jump right into it. Sandra was a therapist. She was about to sit down with Randy Kraft. I

mean, this is a patient of hers that's been having a lot of issues recently. He's been having relationship issues. He's been showing signs of severe jealousy. A little bit of OCD. Maybe he is being triggered. That's what Sandra thought. There were a lot of gay men in the area that were going missing. And when their bodies were found, they would have their private parts cut off. In some cases, their penises were cut off and placed into their own rectums. The police believed, but the killer is obviously sadistic. He wanted to torture the victims. He would even burn off or slice off the victims' eyelids when they were alive so that they couldn't look away to what was happening to their bodies.

The killings were gruesome. The police believed that there were maybe two separate zero killers in the Los Angeles Orange County area that were targeting gay men specifically. Maybe, just maybe, Sandra thought. Randy was worried about his own safety, the safety of his partners, of his friends because they were all gay men. But those were the least of his worries. Sandra just did not know how deep Brandy's problems truly were. Until one day, he was pulled over for drunk driving, driving under the influence with open bottles in his car. The highway patrol officers were annoyed. This was their second drunk driver of the night.

Are you kidding me? They arrested Randy. And would you look at this? His friends passed out on the passenger seat. I mean, seriously, we had the lights lights on the sirens on and everything how much did you guys have to drink? Hey, bud open up time to go home. Let's go get up No response Come on the officer shook the man in the passenger seat and he slumped over

Say and he slumped over and he was dead. He propped the body up like they're just sitting there like an HIV passenger. With a jacket on his lap with his hands folded on his lap, the police officer thought that he was sleeping, that he was dozing off. He still had color to his face. He was fully clothed. It looked like he was just a regular passenger. But he wasn't. He was dead. He had just been murdered and when they removed that jacket, they're able to see that his hands were tied up underneath

the jacket with his own shoelaces and his private parts were out of his pants in a very obscene setting. And this is the story of one of the three freeway killers that terrorized Los Angeles. Yes, did you guys know that there's three freeway killers? Essentially the highway killers? There's three of them. What do you mean by that? There's three serial killers called the freeway killers.

Oh, they all have the same nickname. Nixing, and they were all operating around the same time on the highways of Los Angeles and Orange County. So let's just jump right into it. As always, full source notes are available at ronmangopodcast.com, but there's a really good book on this case you guessed it, okay? It's called Angel of Darkness by Dennis McDougall and it's seriously the best deep dive that you're gonna find on this case. The author is so good at what he does.

He writes a ton of true crime books. All of them are meticulously researched, well-written. He scours through tons of paperwork, court documents. He interviews families of the victims. He was even sued by a serial killer himself to bring us the facts. So I highly recommend picking up a coffee, a coffee and a coffee, honestly, because it's wild. So let's get into Randy Kraft. He's also known as the freeway killer, but also the scorecard killer, because he kept a log of every single victim's life that he hunted. Like over 60 people with detailed notes and these weird nicknames that he would give

these people. I mean, some of them literally just said Portland blood. Like he killed someone and it was a very bloody kill in Portland. That's what he called that victim. It's really disturbing. It's suspected that he had killed potentially over 67 people, which is a lot of people, and the way that he did it, I mean this guy is obsessed with torture. He wants people to feel the pain, like I had sat in the intro. I mean, this is the type of person that will rip off people's eyelids just so you can't look away from your own body being mutilated. Which by the way, I mean, this is going to be a graphic episode if you guys haven't guessed. So with that warning, let's jump right in to Randy's childhood. I mean, with most

serial killers, there's got to be something, right? There's something that we're looking for. Does something happen? Where is parents abusive? So Randy was born the youngest of four children in Long Beach, California. He had three older sisters, which, I mean, typically that's a really good thing. I feel like when I meet guys who have a ton of older sisters, they're always woke. They're always really aware of women's struggles. I mean, they're very good, right?

But maybe not so much with Randy. His sisters were a little bit odd. He was born to his dad Harold. His mom's name was Opal and they weren't doing well financially. I'll just put it out there. Harold also was not a good dad. He was an abusive per se, but he just, he was never around. He didn't even like getting along with his own wife. If Randy's friends were over, which by the way this is like back in the day when appearances were everything. Like every parent looked like the picture perfect front of a magazine cover,

but his parents, Randy's parents, couldn't even get along for 30 minutes while Randy's friends were over. They were just non-stop fighting. They weren't violent, they weren't smacking each other around, but it just was not a happy place to be. So Randy's mom is always busy, his dad's never around, and he's practically raised by his three older sisters, which it was rough for them. Randy was a wild child. At just one year old, this guy decides he's gonna fall off the couch and shatter his collarbone.

One year later, Randy falls down some large concrete stairs and he hits his head. I like, oh my god! Randy, are you okay, are you okay? No response. So the family, they start freaking out. They rush him to the ER. He's unconscious. So the doctors start working on him and they say, yeah, he's fine.

No complications, we don't see anything. Now, I don't know, okay, this keeps getting brought up later because people suspect that something happened during this fall. But the doctors claimed no complications, he's completely fine, you know how resilient kids are, but a lot of people suspect maybe there was some sort of brain trauma. That's the typical bunk head. From the swing set, but this time it was concrete steps, yes, the typical bunk, bonk, serial killer.

It's the serial killer bonk. So Randy was the apple of his mom's and his sister's eyes. He was smart. He's the only son of the family. They really babyed him. In school, Randy even took advanced classes. In high school, he's obsessed with politics. Yeah.

Oh, yeah. He labeled himself a Republican. And his ultimate dream was to be a senator one day. He would be friend all of the super conservative kids in high school. They were obsessed with going to meetings for the Christian anti-communist crusade. They always wore their clean crisp, steamed white shirts and ties, and they had clean-cut haircuts. They read books like The Conscience of a Conservative.

So the sky is like really into politics, right? He would later laugh and say, my beliefs were just really a reflection of my parents' political inclinations. I was just a kid. I didn't know what any of this was really about. No, he's popular with the girls at school, though. I mean, there was a gentlemanly vibe about him. He was well-dressed. He was well-liked. He was studious. He really only ever got loud and you know, he really only ever acted like a high schooler when he was talking about politics. Otherwise, he just seemed like this mature above his years type of person. One kid said, I absolutely knew nothing about politics. And one time I was just blabbing my mouth about things that my

parents told me about Republicans, which wasn't good because my parents aren't Republicans, and not knowing what I was saying, Randy being very much the Republican that he was, we got into a heated discussion. And he made me cry. That's the only time I ever remember ever talking to me, or even being loud or noisy, is when he made me cry because I was in a Republican. Teachers remember Randy as being like a nice polite smart kid. I mean, he was kind of a right wing nut case is what they call him. Like he was smart, but dude, you're in high school, have some fun. Like, I know you got to be into politics, I know we got to be woke, but like you're doing too much. Like, you're terrorizing people who

don't have the same beliefs as you. You're doing too much. He was never short of ability. So it kind of like, Randy's whole vibe is you'd walk down the hallway and act like he was better than everybody else. He was that kid. Him and his kids were the cool kids. They were sophisticated. They had witty jokes. The jocs in their school, they rely on shock value for their humor. They're dumb. They with moon teachers. How is that even funny? Moon teacher? Like take off their pants and show their butts. What?

Like how is that even funny? It's dumb. But Randy and his friends, they made liberal jokes. You know, they were cool. So Randy had the shock of his life when the area that he's growing up in Southern California starts expanding exponentially. I mean, when he was young, this was a peaceful place.

There was barely any people on his block. Now there's buildings everywhere. The roads are getting bigger to accommodate for the traffic. There was a cocktail lounge that opened up near their family house, and Randy would complain to his friends every single day. I have to go into the backyard and shovel condoms out, because people keep just throwing used condoms over the fence.

After, you know, doing it near the cocktail lounge. I mean, it was just really frustrating and I have to do it alone because my sisters, there's a big age gap, they left the house, they already got married, they're starting their own families, it's just me. So Randy starts dating some girls here in their in high school, but he was gay. I mean, he just wasn't interested in them at all. Like, this was back in the day and heartbreakingly still to this day. It was terrifying to come out. Like, there's a classmate once said, in those days, nobody would ever let it be known that they

were horny. Let alone gay. And when somebody did do something, the whole world knew about it. So, if somebody got a piece of ass, yeah, that's what they said. Everybody knew the next day. So, I can't imagine that someone who was gay in those days would have done anything to let it be known So that's like the environment that he's growing up in and it's still kind of like that So the town that this takes place in in Orange County is called Westminster and It's still a little bit more on the conservative side But I know when you think like oh just outside of LA you're thinking oh, how they're gonna be pretty like open-minded and woke and like I don't know believe in all human rights, right?

But it's a very conservative place. So anything that's not as straight as a pencil is considered a mental and moral sickness that needs to be cured. So Randy graduates high school, top 10 of his class of 390 students. And he enrolls to an all-male, super serious college to study economics.

Now, this type of college has no parting. There's no fraternities, there's a- I was gonna say no furniture. There's no fraternities, there's no drinking clubs, nothing. It's literally just you and your schoolwork, it's a no fun zone. Sunday was the only time that you were allowed to have women on campus in your room, like in your dorm room, but you had to keep your door open. And randomly, like the, what do you call it, the RA's would come in and check upon you. I mean, this is, this is college. Feels so out of place, it feels stuck in the past. There were no gay students, there were no women's rights,

no political protest, nothing, which a lot of the colleges in this area, they were having those things, like marches for women's rights rights and they were just stuck in the past. So of course even in college he's not trying to come out. I mean Randy told nobody that he was gay instead he just focused on his studies. And it wasn't until someone died that he realized wait a minute maybe I've been doing this wrong. So hear me out right before all of this was taking place. back then it was said that a lot of conservatives were on side with going to war with Vietnam. They were like, yeah, let's let's fork it up over there. Let's go to war. Meanwhile, like more of the liberal people were like, hey, we shouldn't kill a random Vietnamese children and women for no reason at all. Like that seems not fun. Our troops are dying too.

It was just a big thing. There were a lot of protests and Randy was all for it. He was seems, not, and our troops are dying too. It was just a big thing. There were a lot of protests, and Randy was all for it. He was like, yeah, let's go to war. We need to go to war, America needs to win more. And then a classmate, a college graduate of the same college, like an alumni, had died in war. So then Randy, I mean, he immediately switched sides. He was like, OK, now that it impacted someone I know,

personally, I'm anti-war. And he said it was this moment that he just wanted to break away from these values. He was really asking himself, what am I doing this? Like why, why do I even believe this shit anyway? I don't understand. It was just a random classmate. Yeah, that he didn't even know.

He was just like, wow, somebody died and I don't know why I was for the war. He even lost his religion. This is the guy that would have passed out his senior photos and he wrote God bless you on the back of all of them. But now he felt like he was atheist. He was agnostic. And on top of that, he was gay.

He's starting to experiment with his sexuality. And now his entire conservative belief system is in chaos. Absolute chaos. Can you believe it he he doesn't even know who he is So he started to bring in these men home, but his parents were completely clueless still They're like wow Randy's part home another best friend another roommate from college He just would always tell them. Yeah, it's just a friend Randy got a part-time job at a cocktail lounge with a gay clientele, and he started gradually

coming out to his friends in college. But his college peers didn't necessarily like him. Not because he was gay, but there was just something about him. He had this like menacing smile. It's like winds up in smiles that you and you know. They don't really mean it. Like it's not a real smile. It feels like they're planning something for you.

It feels like they're plotting something. Like a sick twisted movie. And soon there were some strange things that the students noticed. I mean, this is bizarre, but he would disappear all the time. Sometimes two to three times a week, just at odd hours in the night. He'd never let anyone know what he was doing.

That was his thing. He was so secretive. Another classmate said that he was once curious. Like, what are you what are you doing your free time? You're always like I don't I heard your roommates always lonely because you leave at night a Randy looked him dead in the eye and said you know there's a part of me that you'll never know Oh, okay, I mean we're just in college dude like like, are you dating someone at a different school or something? Like, it's not that serious. So everybody just kind of moved on. But the one thing that his roommates and friends knew was that he always had these super intense headaches.

Again, this is why people keep going back to that childhood accident where he had fallen down the concrete steps like did something happen there. So he's got these headaches, he's taken value in for it, he's always on these prescription drugs, he doesn't necessarily abuse it, he takes them for what they're used for, and he does have those problems, so we'll just leave it out that for now. During college, he moves off campus with a former roommate to Huntington Beach. Now, he's not openly gay yet, he's still inviting girls over to his dorm, he would sneak them in at night and cook for them. He would essentially date them. So I'm curious. Maybe he was by. Maybe he did it to keep up appearances because, you know, back then it was weird.

But it's unclear. Brandy was excited for Huntington Beach, okay? Because after the beach goers are done with Huntington Beach, the heterosexuals go home, right? They go home and there are nice little houses thinking, wow! There's no gay people in this world. We can sleep calmly at night, right? Then the guys would come the people that were rejected by society would come out and they would fill the beaches after Hours it was almost like two worlds at once like that was what was Huntington Beach was known for

There were a lot of gay sex workers that would come out. I mean, this was the place to be. This was the place to experiment. And so at the pier, Randy meets a man who offered to have sex with him. And he said, yes, not knowing that this man was a police officer. So he was arrested for loo'd conduct. Whatever that means, okay. And his whole life at that point just takes a turn.

He starts identifying as a Democrat. He even starts campaigning for John F. Kennedy, even receiving a letter from John F. Kennedy like thanking him for his efforts and saying, please, I would look forward to meeting you in Orange County on the campaign. So he campaigned for JFK and his grades start slipping so badly in fact that he wasn't even able to graduate college with his peers, he had to take summer courses. And afterwards, he joins the Air Force. So he gets sent to basic training in Texas before he gets sent back to California

and he spends most of his time painting test planes, but they call it a protective coding specialist. And he did well. He's moving up in these ranks. He's so paranoid that he's going to be caught for being gay, so he would write home to his friends like like I don't know what to do guys. Like I'm gonna literally be discharged from the Air Force because I like men. This is ridiculous. Even Randy's parents found out that he was gay and they were not happy. I mean these were raging conservatives. His dad was disgusted. He said, no set of mine could possibly be gay. What does that even mean? Because I'm just so straight, that's how it totally works.

For sure. Randy's mom was really disappointed. Honestly, I don't know which ones were. Like, quiet disappointment really shakes me to my quarts. It's heartbreaking. But she would tell him, it's okay, honey. You'll come to your senses eventually. What does that even mean? One of his sisters said, oh my brother, he's just going through it. He's decided to become homosexual. What? You know, I think it's the all-male college. I think it would have been different if he went to a different school. What is going on here? The family claims that they didn't cut off communication with him, but they were just judging him.

So of course, I mean that's practically the same thing, Randy does feel comfortable around them. He's going to stop talking to them slowly, which is bad because he needs people around him. He's just sulking in all this anger. He's mad at his family, he's mad at the Air Force, he's telling his friends that he's working for dumb people in the Air Force that are beneath him academically, but they might fire him just because he likes men. Imagine how angry that is, honestly.

That's infuriating. All of the Air Force's mainly just manual labor, while I did study so hard, I mean, this is ridiculous. But he stuck it out because it was good for his future. Now, he's spending more time at the beach and Huntington and the more people he's running into, the more he's realizing, wow, there's a lot of like openly gay couples up there that live very prosperous lives together

that aren't just quote roommates. There's even community centers for like LGBTQIA, you know? There's churches opening their doors to gay people. I mean, times are changing. So this gives him the courage and he walks into the Air Force one day. Shoulders tall chin up and says, I'm gay. Times are changing, so this gives him the courage and he walks into the Air Force one day. Shoulders tall chin up and says, I'm gay.

And it did not end well. They discharged him and it was a general discharge, meaning not an honorable discharge. So an honorable discharge is, you know, both of you guys have decided to part ways, but it's, you did nothing wrong. You're just moving on with your life. It's time to chase other things. But his was a general discharge which means if he applies anywhere, they're gonna ask questions.

Why wasn't it an honorable discharge? And they said because of quote, medical reasons. Have you heard? I got the homosexuality bug while I was traveling. Oh yeah, it's been going around. Like what do you mean medical reasons? That doesn't even make sense of boggles my mind So because he was generally discharged his employers were not trying to hire him nobody was

So he had to try to appeal it with an attorney and they refused they refused to switch it over to an honorable discharge even though They knew why he's like I can't get a job Why would you break into these apartments? For money for drugs whatever was in there. Why aren't you afraid of getting caught at doing this? No, who's gonna catch us? What a police. It was the height of the crack era,

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Listen to and follow the set, an Odyssey Originals documentary podcast series, available now on the Odyssey app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your shows. I'm not a big guy, man, but I love being a dirty mother f***er. So now he realizes, not only am I gonna not be a senator any time soon because of that, I probably can't even just get a job. He starts losing weight rapidly, all that he was consuming really were drugs and beer. He sounded almost suicidal, but a lot of people were ignoring him because they thought that he was just being dramatic to get attention.

He even invited his good old high school buddy out for drinks. His name is Paul. So they would go on these Republican his good old high school buddy out for drinks. His name is Paul. So they would go on these Republican meetings together in high school. They shared their dreams of being the next conservative leader of the United States, but now Paul was married, and the couple decides, well, let's catch up with Randy at the local bar. Randy said he found a nice place to go to. So they go, they have some beers. And the whole time Paul can't help but notice. Bar's a little different from what he's used to. I mean, he can't really put his finger on it.

Something's there though. But I think he was shocked to his core. Choked on his drink. Anytime, Randy mentioned anything political. Because Paul remembered Randy as being one of the few people that were more conservative than him growing up, and now he hates the Vietnam more and he hates conservatives. Can you believe it? So he's like, can barely contain his drink in his stomach. And then Mandy's like, and by the way, I'm gay. And this is a gay bar, so drink that beer bitch. And Paul is so shook. He was so shook he couldn't even respond. He literally finished his drink in numb confusion. If Paul was shocked by this, I wonder how he would feel if he knew that it was around this time Randy had ripped a 13-year-old kid.

No, I'm gonna put a disclaimer here. I don't know why. There's always like that one or two people out there that's like, oh my gosh, gay people are scary because I read about one gay serial killer. Hey, look up how many serial killers were straight. Oh, fast majority of them. Are we all scared of men? That's a very bad question to ask because the answer is yes. I'm just supposed to be a no.

Okay, there's a lot of straight people out there that are also killers. Like we can't just be scared of an entire group of people just because one of them happened to be a serial killer. Are we making sense? Use critical thinking skills and I will leave you at that. So Joey Fancher was 13 years old and he was a regular 13 year old kid. He hated school. Like any kid. He hated it. His parents were always fighting all the time. He just wanted to be out of the house. He wanted to run away on his bike.

The one thing that never let him down was his bike. So one day in March he decides you know what? I don't have to put up with this. He tells himself, today's the day. I need to run away. There's no avoiding it. Do I have a plan? No. Do I have anywhere to go? No. I mean I'm 13. I don't have a 401k, but I just need to run away. So he's riding his bike near Huntington Pier. And he spots Randy smoking a cigarette. And he says, sir. Could I have one of those?

Randy says you look 12. Sure, what's a kid like you doing here? And she's supposed to be in school or something? Well, if you'd like to know, I'm on the run. What? Why? Because my life sucks. My mom's divorcing my stepdad. They argue all the time and my teachers at school well.

They always grinding my gears. Well, kiddo, do you need a place to stay? Well, yes, yes, of course I do. Well, have you had sex with a woman before? What? Sex with a woman before? What? Sex with a woman before. I mean, Joey was excited. This kid's 13.

So this is his lucky day. Not only is this stranger giving him a cigarette, but giving him a place to stay, but he also knew women. Like this is what? The stranger says, do you want to lose your virginity? Yes, yes I would. Okay, well you hop up in my bike. Just leave your bike here, we'll get on my motorcycle, and I'll take you back to my place.

Joey couldn't wait any longer. He hopped on to the back of Randy's bike. They start heading down Long Beach, and he starts seeing more women and bikinis on the beach and he's thinking, oh my god, it's my lucky day. I've never been on this side of the beach before. I mean, there's so many pretty people out here. Is this where you live? I get to stay here.

Wow. Well, kid, have you ever smoked weed before? Sure, yeah, who hasn't? It seems like he was, you know, trying to act tougher. For Randy, just act a little bit cooler. And so Randy lights him up a joint, passes a tim, and he starts slowly feeling very sleepy, a little bit hungry, and very nauseous.

By the way, this is back in Randy's apartment now. And he says, hey, Randy, I'm not feeling too hot. Oh, well kid, I got something for you, take these. These are pills, they're gonna make you feel better. Sure, I guess, and he takes a couple. I don't think they're working, I don't feel any better. Well, why don't you take four more? He passed in four more, little red pills. And almost instantly, Joey felt exhausted, like he could black out right now. And Randy starts taking out this collection of photos, pictures, black and white photos of men having sex with one another.

And Joey's like in this haze, but he could easily tell that one of these guys was Randy. So he tries to stand up, he's like something's not right, I gotta get out of here, the vibes are all off, but as he tries to get up and leave, he falls forward straight onto his face. Randy says, have you ever had sex with the dude? Joey couldn't even respond, like he was that out of it. His legs were wobbly, he was shaking, it felt like someone had slapped him so hard in the face that he was in shock. He gets up and he tries to move again but it wasn't working.

So Randy unzips his pants and starts touching himself, watching Joey struggle and he demands take off your clothes. I mean he can't, he can barely walk,, and he demands take off your clothes. I mean, he can't, he can barely walk, what do you mean take off my clothes? So he couldn't move, the next thing that Joey remembered was Randy sticking his penis into his mouth and ejaculating.

Once he was done, Randy tells Joey, if you move, I'll kill you. And he goes into the bathroom to clean himself off. So Joey, he's waiting outside. I mean, he's passing out, coming back. He didn't want to follow these instructions. He wanted to go home, but he was being threatened. Take off your clothes where I'm going to take them off for you.

Like, it was bad. So Randy sawtomizes Joey when he gets out of the bathroom and then he goes back into the bathroom. So he keeps making these trips back and forth and in between he's just hurting Joey. Joey's so out of it, but he's conscious, he's in pain, he's distraught, he's traumatized. And when he comes back the third time, I mean, it seems like Randy's angry all of a sudden.

And he assaulted Joey again, he's sodomized and again, but this time it was different. This time Randy was slapping him around, beating him aggressively while assaulting him. So Randy goes to the bathroom another time, Randy was slapping him around, beating him aggressively while assaulting him. So Randy goes to the bathroom another time, Joey sobbing and throwing up at this point, and Randy just casually tells him, well, I'm going to work and slams the door shut. So the apartment is empty, and Joey is alone. No, he's panicked. I need to get out of here.

But everything was painful, just moving was painful. Someone's knocking on the door. But everything was painful, just moving was painful. Someone's knocking on the door. So he kind of scoots over as quickly as possible, and he opens it and it's two young boys about his age, and they say, do you know where Randy is? What? No, and he shuts the door.

So painfully, he puts on the rest of his clothes, leaves the apartment, and he was, you know, half walking, half falling down the stairs. Once he gets outside, all he can do is cry. So a passerby sees him, calls an ambulance for him, and at the hospital, they had to pump his stomach. The doctor said that if he had taken two more of those pills, he would have died.

What did he take? It was like valium. And when the hospital calls Joey's parents, they were upset. They came over, they rushed over, and they said, Joey, where the hell are your shoes? We just bought those for you. Do you know how expensive those shoes are? We took... This is why we can't get you nice things. After he discharged his parents go to the hospital.

Honestly, they were just mad because his shoes and his bike were missing. So the police kept asking Joey, what happened? Nothing, the sky just asked me over to give me some pills and I took it and then I left. That's it? That's it. Joey was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I mean, he's terrified.

Look at his parents' reactions to not even having issues. Like, you think that they're going to accept that or be supportive? No, they're going gonna retraumatize him. The police filed a report for them but what more can they do? He voluntarily went there, he took the pills. That was about it, it's not gonna be top priority for them. So Joey goes home with his parents and he's beat by his stepdad with a board with nails embedded in it. And the stepdad was mad. Not only did you try to run away, not only did

you get rid of your shoes and your bike, but do you know how embarrassing that was that you got picked up by insert homophobic slur and you took drugs with him. Now the police know that our son is hanging out with insert homophobic slur. You have no respect for school, you have no respect for property, no respect for your elders. Meanwhile, Joey's rectum was bleeding and torn that he never got medical care for. He was in pain physically for weeks and he'd probably be in pain mentally for years to come. Because even when the author interviewed him and talked to him about his experience, like it was bad, he was holding back tears, he could barely talk about it. Meanwhile, Randy moves on. He moves on from

being a bartender to becoming a forklift driver for Arrowhead Water in Huntington Beach, the at the water company. Now, when you enter into Arrowhead Water, like when you get a job there, you gotta take a standard IQ test, and it showed that he had an IQ of 129. So this guy's pretty smart. Why don't you know if you can gauge intelligence by IQ, cute, but you get it right? I mean it seems like he's pretty smart So this wasn't a lot of the filling job for him being a forklift driver. He wanted something more So he starts the you know taking courses in education and programming and that's where he meets Jeff Graves who's four years younger than him who's also trying to become a teacher who's also gay So things like this is perfect. This is the guy that I'm into.

Let's date. Now, Jeff happened to be a bit more experimental than Randy had been. He's very much into three sums. He loves the high of, you know, having sex while being high on drugs simultaneously. And the two of them, they start dating openly. This is like, I was first official boyfriend

that he's telling people, hey, this is my boyfriend. Now, even though Randy was only four years older from the outside it seemed like Jeff was a teenager. He just seemed so immature. He seemed physically, mentally, emotionally, like a very young person. Somehow it worked. Randy was the type of guy that would never tell you what he's doing or where he's going. He seemed super uptight.

Strict with himself. Everything had to be done precisely and correctly. Meanwhile, Jeff was the opposite. He was fun. He was like a kid at heart. So they start going out together, meeting all these young people that were a lot more open with their sexuality. And that's when Randy and Jeff decide

we're gonna have an open relationship. So they would have sex with other people. They weren't gonna get jealous. They would spend a lot of their time just taking long walks on the beach, and it seemed to let Jeff seemed completely clueless to who Randy really was. Because when they were happy, things were amazing, and then out of nowhere, things would implode, they would get violent, aggressive, screaming matches. Psychologists would later say that these two were co-dependent, they would boost up each other's egos, nurture each other, support each other, all just to tear it down in this vicious cycle, and it

would be on repeat. It also didn't help that Jeff was super into drugs, especially before sex. It's almost like he needed drugs to have sex, which honestly can't be great for Randy's self-esteem. Everything just seemed to be spiraling out of control. It was so volatile. Then one day Jeff comes home and there's police there. Which is about. Well we received a complaint from the parents of a 13 year old boy that some guy named Randy gave their kids drugs and beat him up. Yet I have a stomach pumped. What? A guy named Randy? That's my roommate. That's weird. That doesn't sound like something my um, my roommate would do. But if you guys want to, you can totally look around.

I mean, you're more than welcome. Besides, we always have kids hanging out here. You would never do give them drugs. You would never beat them. That's absurd. So the police take a look around and there was really nothing to make an arrest about. Yes, there was homosexual literature and porn and drugs and they wrote that on the report. Yeah, they wrote that on the report, but they did not arrest anyone. But this just put another strain in Jeff and Randy's relationship. They developed a bit of a pattern. If they got into an explosive fight, Jeff would leave to go to the bar, looking for a

one night stand, which honestly was one of the biggest reasons that they were fighting to begin with. Randy decided he doesn't like an open relationship. He gets jealous. He's always angry. Some said that Randy had a super strange temper to begin with. He would just wigg out every so often, and he would get so upset about the smallest things.

It seemed like he was seething underneath, but he would never show it, never express it, and it was just waiting to explode. So for example, there's a guy named Danny. Danny would let Randy stay with him sometimes when Randy was having relationship problems So Randy staying branch free at Danny's house I mean you would think that you'd be so grateful you'd be like yes Thank you so much. I'm so sorry like I feel like a burden

But one night Danny comes home thought that Randy was gone thought that Randy was out of the house Maybe he was not partying because he was so quiet if you didn didn't hear him, didn't see his keys, that nobody was in his house, because this is Danny's house. So Danny goes drinking with his friends, like, come back home and they're just, I mean, they're progressively getting louder. They're banging pots and pans around because they're trying to make some dinner and it's not working because they're drunk. They had no idea that Randy had been home this entire time.

Okay. Until the next morning, they wake up and head to the beach. When they get back, their entire house is littered. With just everything, Randy had picked up anything and everything around him. I'm talking coffee grounds, buckets of trash, every container on the kitchen that was filled with sugar, flour, coffee, salt. He grabbed it and poured it all over the floors and the stove and the counters. But then oddly, he left a note on the refrigerator that said, and I quote, sorry for losing my

temper. So when things were going well, Randy would have three sums with Jeff, and then there would be a thorn in their relationship, and then these innocent sexual escapades were no longer innocent, it was their source spot. Both men were into marines. They loved them like the US Marines and Randy would get so jealous anytime Jeff was talking to a Marine without them and in that area There was one by the name of Edward Daniel Moore. He was 20 years old He actually hated being in the Marines

He was going a wall which means absent without official leave And he just didn't even want to join the Marines to begin with, but his parents were alcoholics, his mom had died of a stroke, and he had been sent to foster care, where both him and his brother had been molested. And because of this trauma, it's alleged that he told his superiors that he and his brother explored more together sexually. So all of this was just amounting to a lot of emotional and physical trauma.

He had vision problems, he would have to squint a lot to try and look at things clearly. He was really struggling. He would even donate blood to get some cash for blankets and he would sleep out on the beach in California. So the day after Christmas, the police are called out. There's a body on the side of the road. They have no shoes on, only one sock. The other sock, the police found, had been jammed into his rectum.

He was wearing a jacket with a Confederate flag sewn into it. It was clear that his face was badly beat, with maybe something like a pipe, and then afterwards he was strungled to death. I mean, the injuries on this guy were extensive. He had scratches on his testicles, bite marks on his penis. There were no drugs or alcohol in his system, so it meant that he was present for everything that happened to him. So like I said, after a big fight, Jeff would go out and find a Marine at the bar. Meanwhile, Randy would get into his car, drive around to get rid of his anger.

Sometimes he drove all night long, or sometimes he ran into a Marine that he thought might need some help along the way. A Marine that was potentially hitchhiking on the highway. Other than fighting with Jeff, Randy's life was going well. He campaigned for more Democratic governors. He went to high, in high school reunion where he came out as being a Democrat, which is shocking. Oh, and gay. Like, people were more shocked to that he was a Democrat than that. He was gay.

So he's living his best life. Meanwhile, the police are confused because they just found this marine on the side of the highway. Why is he dead? Why is his sock shoved up his rectum? This is not a normal crime. This doesn't seem like a crime of, hey, I don't like you, so I'm going to kill you, like a crime of passion.

It seemed random. It seemed it gave off serial killer vibes, something weird was going on. And they really didn't have any other leads. Then another body is found. An unidentifiable man was found naked near the highway of the LA area. There was a brown sock jammed into his rectum and he had also been strangled to death. So what the hell is going on here?

What's up with the socks? The police are freaking out. Then another body is found. An 18 year old with no socks. The socks are in the rectum again. And it's clear to the police that he had been satamized, but this one was a little bit different. His penis and testicles were sliced off, castrated, before he died.

There wasn't really a cause of death, he was strangled the ice, but he also did lose a lot of blood, so we don't know exactly which caused, you know, the actual death. I mean, this doesn't make sense. He's 18 years old. Why are these horrible things happening? The police are starting to freak out at this point. They're so young who's sick enough to, you know, mutilate these young boys, then they find another, another John Doe.

Well, they don't really find him. They found his body parts, rather. So police have all different jurisdictions of Southern California had been getting getting some weird calls that day a supermarket from Long Beach said hey Is this the police? I just went outside and there was a brown paper sack that was left out in the back So I looked inside and there's arms and a torso. Oh my god. It's a torso Then they get another call from the side of the road in St. Pedro There's a right leg here. No No it's not attached to a person. There's just a leg. Help! Then another call. Hey guys, I'm over here at a barn near Sunset Beach and

uh, listen, you're not gonna believe me, but there's a left leg just here. Like just a leg. It took two weeks before the police found all the body parts and they were so badly decomposed, there was no telling what happened to this person. It was clear that his penis had been cut off, but the most alarming part was that the victim's eyelids were removed. So in office, he was like, oh, I would someone do that.

Well, probably to make sure the victim doesn't try to close their eyes during the torture. The killer wants him to see what's happening to him. The killer wants him to see what's happening to him. The killer wants him to see his own penis being mutilated and chopped off. An odd detail was that the police said the body parts were refrigerated before they were disposed of. The hands to this day were never found. So it's clear whoever's doing this is not going to stop anytime soon. They're going to keep going Then more bodies were found some of them had chewing marks on the private areas. It looked like

The killer was just nying on the the penis while the victims were alive Literally like munching on them very painfully and it just didn't make sense I mean a lot of these guys were Marines a lot of these guys were bigger dudes How is somebody carrying a 200 pound body to the side of the highway? Obviously it didn't happen there. This is not the crime scene. It happens somewhere else. And then they brought them here. So how can you do that? At least two people have to be involved. That's what the police are thinking. Then it starts escalating more. They find another guy, but this time his head and face were completely shabin. They had cut off both of his hands, and they used the plastic sandwich bags to cover each

Quote bloody stump Whereas hands were supposed to be like just put the plastic bags on there block of luck Yeah, and the hands were still never found and inside the man's penis They found a pencil had been jammed inside before he was murdered And inside the man's penis, they found a pencil had been jammed inside before he was murdered. There was another man found with his genitals missing and a branch of a tree had been forced six inches into his rectum. There was a US Marine, Roger E. Dickerson, who was only 18 years old and he was found on a road near a golf course in Laguna Beach.

And his penis and left nipple had been chewed almost completely off. He had been soed almost completely off. He had been sodomized and strangled to death. These are just how many back the back? Just back to back really. I mean, he was operating for close to 12 years, but he would have these like long lulls of killing where he would stop killing, and then he would go back to just rapid fire hunting for people to kill.

There was one instance where Randy almost got caught. So he had kidnapped two guys from a parking lot. Well he had not kidnapped them. He just kind of enticed them and was like, hey I've got drugs on my car, get in, hop in, right? But one of them, they ended up just waking up back in their bedroom. They had no idea how they got back there. They just remember feeling blacked out, feeling out of body in the car with this stranger that they just met, that took drugs from and then the next morning he was in his room. But everyone's like, well where's Keith? The other guy that he was with. Where's Keith? You were out with Keith last night. Keith parents said he's not home. Keith's not at school.

What's going on? Where's Keith? Right? They couldn't find him anywhere. So he starts helping and he's like, listen, I was a Mustang. Near a long beach. They start just driving down the roads of Long Beach And they find a Mustang parked outside an apartment building and he's like, that's the one that's the one that's the one that we were in that night when Keith went missing So they give the license plate to the police and the police find out that it belongs to a Randy craft They knock on his door and they're like, hey, you gotta come down to the station. Do you know this guy named Keith and he says I don't really know I mean oh you know what I do remember them so I gave them some alcohol and then we went for a drive. I dropped off Kent which is the guy that's alive that's not

missing. I dropped off Kent at the police or at the the parking lot where I picked them up and then Keith wanted to be dropped off at a random side of the road. I was like, this guy's weird. So I drive and then my car gets stuck in a ditch. So I say, hey, Keith, why don't you stay in my car while I walk to the nearest gas station to see if they can call me a tow truck, but can you just watch my car and once someone's stealing it? When I get back to the car, guess what? Keith, Keith is gone. What a bizarre story. Yeah, which crazy is the police are like, make sense, have a good one, and they let him go. Now, there were a group of police officers I felt like this guy is so shady, like shady

beyond belief, so they decide that they're going to try to file for a murder. A murder charge. A warrant for his arrest, but they were told no way. Nobody, no murder, no charge, no arrest. So there's a lot of history behind this and a lot of politics, but it's said that the Long Beach Police Department were notorious. For never arresting anyone unless they knew it was a slam dunk case. That's how they like to roll, that's how they operate it, which is horrendous, it's horrible, right?

So they didn't arrest him. Months went by, Randy's a free man, no charges, and he's furious. How dare they think I'm killing people! That's insane! Jeff believed him, but their relationship was coming to a close. Jeff eventually moved out in, Randy was alone, and he was depressed. He's got nobody, he's approaching his 30s, he's not close to his family, they're always fighting with each other. One of his nieces was trying to cure him of his homosexuality by praying for him.

So, you know, but his luck turned around when he went to a party and met another Jeff. Yeah, another Jeff. This is Jeff 2.0. Jeff 2.0 was 19 years old. Randy's 29. So according to Randy, Jeff lied and said that he was 26, which honestly I don't buy it because I've never met a 19 year old that looked 26. And Randy's like, I believe you, but within six months of meeting each other, Jeff moves

in and he finds out this kid's 19. They go to a party together and all these high school girls are coming up to him and saying, hi, he's like, how do you know all these high school kids are 26? And he says, oh yeah, that's because I just graduated with them. You're just graduated from high school, but he freaked out and they decided that they're going to stay together. They would go on these romantic dates, they would pick up other gay men for three sums. He waited for my school, but he freaked out, and they decided that they're gonna stay together. They would go on these romantic dates, they would pick up other gay men for three sums.

I mean, it was clear that Randy would overthink a lot in this relationship, so he would say things like, Hey, if I have to choose between you and my dog, you know, I don't want it to come to that. And Jeff is so confused, like, I love your dog, I don't understand. This is coming out of nowhere, like what are you thinking by yourself in your head right now? So out of nowhere. But overall, Randy was happy in his relationship and that might explain why there was a lull in the killing string this time.

Even on New Year's Eve, he decided, you know what? I'm gonna go spend it with family. I don't like my family, but I like my nieces and nephews, minus the one that's praying for me. But the rest of them, they're fine, they're cool, they're cool kids. He's good with kids. That's what he says.

So after all the fun of the New Year's Eve, he falls asleep on the couch of his sister's house and when the whole family wakes up, they still see him on the couch, wearing the same clothes as the night before. He hadn't changed into his PJs. Now his family, finally being some good family members and loving him for who he was, said I always had a good time with Randy. He didn't see many different that day than he always was. But what they didn't know is that Randy had snuck out that night and murdered a man.

And more men were showing up on the sides of highways and one of them was wrapped around a tree like a scarecrow that's how the police described him. He had leaves and soiled down his throat all the way down to the tissues of the lungs itself, which means he had been gagged to death on dirt. There were cigarette burns all over the victims, specifically around their nipples. There were burn marks on his scrotum, eyelids, cheeks, nose, upper lip, the tip of his penis. And one of the victims, his eyelids, were so badly burnt that the police couldn't even tell what color his eyes used to be. He had been sotomized. And you know, when

you get like a cocktail, you get those stirs, like those sticks that you stir your cocktail with. The full length of that had been inserted into his penis. She's the then the killer chopped off his penis in balls and forced them into the victim's anus. There were also a lot of other things like leaves that were stuffed in there. It's believed that Randy would assault his victims with things like glass liquor bottles. I mean, it's unclear exactly how much the victims had to live through it, but the autopsies kind of speculate that it was for a lot of it.

You're like, well why didn't they find the killer? I mean, what's going on with the police is because the victims are gay. Well, let me explain. I think that has something to do with it, right? But it's also because the freeway killer is a nickname that's shared between three separate serial killers. We've got Randy Kraft, Patrick Kernie, and William Bonan. They do not have any connection with each other other than the fact that they share the same nickname. Yes, two of them are going to become best buds in prison later, but as of right now, outside of prison, they don't know each other.

They have no idea who each other are. That's about it. But because of this, the police were really confused, honestly. So Randy and Patrick would pick up and dispose of their victims in the same area. Both of the killers were gay men, and their victim profile was super similar too. So they murdered young men typically teenagers or early 20s. Patrick's victims were as young as like 13 years old, but the main difference was that Patrick shot his victims, and then he would assault their corpses.

He did something that he called, quote, play with his food, where he would cut open the victim's stomach and experiment with their bodies or play with their food, I guess. And this was all done post mortum. So Patrick would say, oh, I didn't want to do it while they were alive because I didn't really want them to be in that much pain, which honestly, I'm not giving him like a high five for that. That's not, that's nothing. But it's a little bit different when you talk about a serial killer.

Like if you want to torture someone, it's very different from a serial killer who waits to do everything after post-mortem. He's even assaulting the corpses. So he doesn't assault them before he kills them. A lot of the times Patrick's victims would actually look like the police he had in high school or during his childhood. And when he was done,

he would dump their bodies and trash bags in your dumpsters, deserts, or on the highways. Randy, on the other hand, he would strangle them, and he would intensely torture them, but to the police. They didn't really think it was two separate serial killers, because of how similar the victim profile was. The police believed for the longest time that it was two killers working together, and they just randomly decided, hey, one day we're going to shoot them, where do we're going

to strangle them? Let's just like take turns. Like the hillside strangler cousins in LA. So the investigation starts ramping up, and Patrick Kerny, the other freeway killer, turns himself in. No way. And they're like, yes, we got it.

And the police started asking him some serious questions, and he had some creepy ass answers. He said that ever since he was eight years old, he had a feeling that he was gonna do these things, growing up It's gonna kill people Well, why did you give them so much value? Yeah, why did you chop off all their penises? And that's when they realized

Patrick was staring at them. He was trying to figure out what the hell they're talking about He had a blank stare. He was confused. That means There's someone else out on the freeways confused. That means there's someone else out on the freeways. Whoever it was was getting more and more twisted, more ambitious. He started experimenting more on his victims. He would have these quote surgeries where the killer would remove the scrotum and the testicles while the victim is still alive and leave just the penis on the body. So they're doing everything that they can to catch the sky even talking to physics and then another freeway killer strikes.

The third one, William Bonan. His victims were very young, they were gay or straight men, and he liked to torture his victims. He loved to hear them scream. That's what he said. So his favorite method was to get hitchhikers, convince them, to have sex with him, and then he would put on handcuffs. While they were handcuffed, he would sort of lie with them, gag them with their own t-shirts, slowly strangle them, and

oftentimes he said that he laughed while he watched them struggle to death. So he gets arrested. After two years of terrorizing California's freeways, he was actually caught in the act of sodomizing a 17-year-old in his car, in his van, and this guy's super evil, like he would randomly give people tips. He would say, if you ever want to kill somebody, you should make a plan. Find a place to dump the body before you pick the victim. Eventually, he was charged with 21 murders and executed on death row. But there was still one left.

And the stakes were high. A lot of people were blaming the entire gay community for the anger they felt at the killings. They were like, it's all of you. As if all the gays gathered at the killings. They were like, it's all of you. As of all the gays gathered together and planned it. So even with all this pressure, Randi's doing a lot in life. He's, you know, getting into computer programming. He found a job that he loved. He was making two times the average American salary at the time.

He bought his first house. He's so happy with life. He also continued to kill rapidly and painfully. One of his victims was found in his head with literal mush. He started to sotimize his victims with more and more painful objects while they were still alive, like, things like, table legs. And that's not the only strange thing. One time, out of the blue, he told his friend, the ultimate orgasm is when you're dying. What? Meanwhile, he's not enjoying his relationship with Jeff, so they start going to couples therapy.

I mean, are you kidding me? Like, imagine being a therapist when your patient is a serial killer. You're gonna need therapy after that. And the therapist noted that Randy seemed to have a lot of feelings of worthlessness and difficulty in concentrating. Randy also wrote once,

there is a difference, apparently, a dichotomy between what we as people see ourselves to be and what we really are. Our answers to problems seem to be containment of the symptoms, rather than eliminating or reducing the root cause of the problem. When will we stop trying to contain the status quo? And instead forge an enduring commitment to future development and survival? Okay, he's like shaking his head and I'm like, yeah, it's like a whole lot of nothing. I feel like I'm just sounded really smart, but that nothing was said.

So one day a little after 1 a.m. two highway patrol officers pull over a brown Toyota in Mission Viejo. And it looked like this is going to be their second drunk driver of the night. They were upset. The car was weaving like crazy. And when they pulled over, the driver gets out and rushes to the police car. Like what's going on, guys? I mean, let's be real. That's a death wish for some people or racists. But also, it shows to the police that typically, the driver has something to hide.

He doesn't want the police to go to his car. So usually it's an open container of alcohol. Sometimes a beer can. So of course, I'm gonna check this guy's car and sure enough, yeah, there's a cooler in the back when it's full of open containers. They do a sobriety test on him. He said he had about 3-4 drinks but his zipper was open.

You know it's like this guy seems really drunk. I mean he's definitely on something. And as they arrest him, one of the other officers walks up to the dark passenger side of the car and realizes, my god this guy's not alone. There's someone in the passenger seat and he's so drunk! Hello, wake up! You guys are getting pulled over! No response. So he starts banging and shouting at the guy in the passenger seat still no response. Hey, where's your friend from? Uh, I don't know. I picked him up a few miles back. He's a hitchhiker. They try to open the passenger

door, but it's locked. So they unlock the door, and that's when they see it. A bunch of pill vials, also empty alcohol bottles, of giant five-inch knife on the driver's seat just sitting there. And when he goes to shake this guy awake, his arm is clammy, and the officer knew he was dead. There was a jacket on his lap that he ripped off, and he saw that the man zipper was down and someone had positioned his penis and testicles to be sticking out Outright out of the pants. There were deep ligature marks around his wrist his hands were tied with his own shoelaces There were marks around his neck as well and the police rushed to call the ambulance and while they waited with the driver I mean it was dead silent. They're with Randy just waiting for the paramedics

They weren't asking him questions. Not yet. They probably freaked out too. Yeah So now that the police have Randy craft in custody, they start going through and searching his car In the back, they find a belt that matched the markings on the victim. They found alcohol tranquilizer It's various prescription drugs stimulants. The passenger seat was heavily bloodstained But the victim had no open wounds at all So that means this is someone else's blood the blood was confirmed to be human There was a book in the car that was called the essential guide to prescription drugs

What we need to know for safe drug use and it just detailed accounts of what not to take with each other to avoid having adverse effects Under the floor mat of the driver's side, there were 47 pictures, all young men, some naked, some not, some alive, and some were clearly dead. So the police were pretty, they were traumatized by their findings, but the worst was yet to come. When they opened the trunk, they find a tablet, like a wood-grained binder that had 61 neatly printed notations. They weren't able to really understand it at first, but eventually they found that it was 65 nicknames for 65 victims.

And because of that, Randy was called the Scorecard Killer. It took six years after his arrest to piece together two-thirds of the puzzle. Of 61 entries, the police were able to tie 41 deaths to Randy, but 20 entries still remain a mystery. Randy had been active for over 12 years. He had, uh, with the police as expected to be at least 67 victims. During the trial for Randy, which by the way was super expensive, I think the whole trial was going to cost anywhere between like five to 10 million dollars for the state of California. During the trial, one of the autopsy specialists in OC, he testified. He had, um, his professional, he gave every little injury, every detail of Randy's gruesome

killings. He was being grilled by Randy's defense attorney. And two years after the trial, he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. No. And the police said doing what he did would have depressed anybody. Randy maintained his innocence. He said, I don't belong here in this prison.

I didn't do anything wrong. Sure, I met one or two of the victims, but that doesn't mean I killed them or even hurt them. He said it was heartbreaking that he had to stay in prison for Christmas and what the press were saying about him. His sister supported him every step of the way, which I find to be incredibly awkward and weird and bizarre because they did not support him when he came out as being gay.

Something that's completely normal. But when you go to prison for being a serial killer, they're like, well, we're with you, Randy. We're going to support you no matter what. You know, that's what family is through thick and thin. What? What are you saying? They would complain to the prisons. Randy's food is over-salted.

That's just salty for him. Why'd you take away his tape recorder? He's gotta listen to music. And you're making him dress like a hobo. That's what they said, hobo. They would give a list of demands. We, he needs Kleenex, cottonball, stand-draft shampoo, ear plugsugs, floss, nail clippers, soap dish for his soaps and band-aids. Pronto.

The other inmates were sick of his shit. They plotted to kill him. But the guards found out and put a stop to it. Randy's defense was that he was innocent, it was somebody else, I mean he's the scapegoat. But in the end, he was convicted and sentenced to two life sentences. The judge asked, do you have any last words for the court? I just briefly would like to say that I have not murdered anyone, and I believe that a full review of the record will show that, that's all. And as he sat down, one of the dads of the victims stood up and yelled, burn and hell craft. But of course, there is a conspiracy surrounding this case.

So some details of the case. Forensic evidence shows that there may have been a second accomplice because there were two sets of footprints when they found one of the other victims bodies in the sand. There was semen found on the bodies that weren't randies. And randie would have a hard time pushing 200 pound corpses by himself. Some of the bodies were found, and the autopsy technicians would say, we suspect that these bodies were pushed out of moving cars at high speeds.

Like, if you were to drive down the highway and throw something out the window, that's what we believed happened to these bodies. That would be incredibly hard for one person to do. What about the pictures? They weren't polaroids, so someone somewhere processed these pictures of dead people posing provocatively. And nobody reported it? Nobody remembered it? Randy himself didn't know how to process pictures. Does that mean he was working with someone who did privately? In prison, Randy sued the author of the book, this book, yeah, Angel of Darkness, for,

quote, smearing his good name, for wrongfully portraying him as a sick twisted man and scuttling his future prospects for an employment. He wanted $62 million in damages. It cost the author and Warner Bros. $50,000 in legal fees, but the case was dismissed. And in 2000, the author felt like he had cracked the conspiracy. So after spending more time investigating these crimes crimes he found out that there was a man named Bob Jackson. Bob Jackson allegedly admitted to murdering people with Randy. There was a notation next to the victims that he claimed to have murdered with Randy that

said Twiggy. So maybe that's what Randy called Bob. Maybe that was his nickname. He also said that this is the more shocking part that the people on the list, the 60-something people, these were just the memorable kills. Randy didn't like to write everyone down, he just liked to write down the ones he had fun with. Bob believes that the total body count is closer to 100.

Now, take everything with the grain of salt because the police interrogated Bob, no charges were filed, but he was admitted into a mental facility. Meanwhile, Randy would spend the rest of his days in prison playing games with his best buds, who were also serial killers. The toolbox killer, Lawrence Bittaker, the sunset strip splayer, Douglas Clark, and the other Freeway killer, William Bonan. And that's the story of Randy Clark, the freeway killer, the scorecard killer. He is still. I believe it's still in prison because California

halted all executions. Let me know what are your thoughts on this. I mean this guy was I was hoping for something in his childhood, not because I wanted something bad to happen to him, but just maybe it gives us a little piece of mind. We know, okay, maybe this is how we help our minds understand, how we got to this point, how all of this takes place, but I just feel so confused. Let me know, what are your thoughts on this case? And I hope you guys enjoyed, and I will see you guys on Sunday. For the many so, bye. for the mini-suit. Bye!