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Moving on with we're going to cover the last well not the last ever, but the last one.

We're covering in the Prohibition area, or not Prohibition but ah public enem number one era is.

MGK pretty Boy Floyd.

He was the last, after Dillinger or after machine Gun, kind of one of them.

Anyways, he was one of the last ones and his circumstances rounding his death are very questionable.

Did he get executed, shot in the face or did he die well?

He definitely was running away, but how did he get killed?

He shot in the back?

Maybe well.

Charles Arthur Floyd, aka pretty Boy He was born February third, nineteen oh four, in a Naresville Georgia, so young in Bartow County.

His parents are Walter Lee Floyd and Mainy Helene Eccles for the first few years of his life, and they were simple.

Nineteen eleven, the whole family.

They packed up and headed west towards Aikin's, Oklahoma.

Name that's a weird place to go.

That's where he grew up.

That's where the story of America's most famous so called Robin Hood outlaw really begins to take shape.

Yeah, he was uh rob.

Banks and would burn and steal the mortgages and shit of people.

By the time he hit Hate Dean, he was already learning what life looked like on the wrong side of the law.

His very first arrest came entry stole three bucks and he throwed he stole tree fitty from.

A local post office.

Wow, that's he's up, just that for inflation about fifty bucks exactly the hall of the century.

But it was enough to earn him his first set of handcuffs.

Nice worked out right well.

They escalated from there, as they always do.

Three years later, September sixteenth, nineteen twenty five, Prohibition running strong, Floyd picked up by the Saint Louis but Houey by the Saint Louis Police for a payroll robbery.

Oh you gotta have more than just Saint Louis police pissed off a you a bunch of hard working motherfuckers.

This one was serious enough that he went to prison five years sentence.

He only served three and a half before the state decided to grantam parole.

He was a good boy.

When he got out.

He slipped straight into the Kansas City underworld city crawling bootleggers, gunmen, bank crewise and Floyd fit in right.

Over the next several years, he committed a series of bank robberies that helped shape the criminal reputation he would carry for the rest of his short life.

Is During this stretch he picked up the nickname that would follow him everywhere, pretty Boy.

The origins of that name depend on who you ask.

One version, a man named Orville Drake, a bucker, it might have been, and gave it to him because Floyd and He'd liked to show up to work in the oil fields wearing a white button up dressing dress shirt and slat Oh wow.

The rest of the crew thought it was ridiculous, and they started calling him pretty boy, and the name stuck it a little pretty boy.

Another version a payroll Master from the nineteen twenty five Saint Louis Kroger hold up that described one of the robbers as a pretty boy with apple cheeks.

Either way, the name Charles, Why are they talking about his butt?

Either way?

That name followed him for the rest of his life, even though he absolutely hated it.

Don't call him it.

By nineteen twenty nine, he was wanted in more cases than he could keep track of.

Kansas City police grabbed him March ninth, and on general investigation.

They got him again May seventh for vagrancy a suspicion of highway robbery, but he walked the next day.

Two days after that, he was arrested in Playblow, Colorado and charged with vagrancy.

They were just that was just an excuse to arrest somebody.

Yeah.

The judge find him fifty bucks, sentence them to sixty days.

Damn wow, Oh pretty boy.

He kept on moving.

Eighth March nineteen thirty arrested Akron a while, this time under the alias Frank Mitchell.

He was charged with the murder of an Akron police officer who had been killed during a robbery that very same evening.

Then in twentieth of May he wound up in handcuffs again in Toledo while for bank robbery murder.

After all that, he was convicted of a bank robbery, so he.

Never got charged or convicted with the murder of a police officer.

Apparently right well, he was only convicted of a bank robbery Andvania, which is in Ohio, the light bulb capital of the world, and that happened on twenty fourth of November nineteen thirty twelve to fifteen years Ohio State Penitentiary.

But pretty boy, he did what Floyd always did.

Escaped, gone, gone once he was back on the run.

The body count around him it is starting to rise.

He was suspected in the deaths of Kansas City brothers Wally and bowl Ash rum runners who turned up dead inside of burning car March twenty fifth, nineteen thirty one.

Yeah, members of a gang.

He killed patrol Man rh Castner Bowling Green, Ohio, April twenty third.

In July, twenty seconds old Floyd himself killed federal agent Curtis Burke in Kansas City, Missouri.

Wow.

Even lawman, even lawman who came after him up on the wrong end.

Of a gun.

Well, yeah, he just killed a federal lawman, right, former Sheriff IRV.

Kelly of McIntosh County, Oklahoma.

He tried to arrest him on April seventh, nineteen thirty two, Floyd shot him dead.

Later that year, in November, three members of Floyd's gang tried and failed to arrive the farmers and to rob the farmers and merchants Bank and Bowley, Oklahoma.

Well, despite that big old rep sheet we just mentioned, the murders, constant running gunfights with the popo, Charles Floyd somehow wound up as a folk hero in the eyes of many regular people throughout the country.

Folks, that's all, folks.

They would say that when he robbed a bank, he would destroy mortgage documents and wiped out debts and giving people a second chance in life.

That's before all the shit became computer eye as.

Now, that wouldn't matter.

Historians say that part was probably a myth, but it did not matter.

Who says, all right, I fit the old American idea of the outlaw hero, someone who steals from the rich gives it back to the poor.

Well, whatever may be the truth, Floyd, he became one of the clearest examples the outlaw hero image that we all see today still plaster on every fucking movie there is.

Oklahoma locals loved and protected him.

They called them Robin Hood of the Cooks and Hills.

When you talk to the old timers from that part of the state, they'll tell you the same thing.

Pretty boy Floyd might have lived fast and died violent, but he never stopped being one of their own.

Wonderable ass They'll go to the probably the most famous part of this guy's story, Frank Nash jail break of Frank Dash, who will have a whole episode on right.

Frank's his story doesn't start with that machine guns blazing or grand in the world schemes.

Huh.

Starts back in nineteen thirteen.

When he's still just a young pup, young enough that most folks were trying to pick a trade.

And not out a side of the wall.

Right, what am I going to do in school?

Right?

That Air Nash and his friend Dolly Warpman better known as Humpy.

He pulled off.

They pulled off their first job.

They stole just one hundred thousand bucks from a store in Paul paulk, Oklahoma.

Just that for modern day and money, and that's thirty one eight hundred.

That's thirty one thousand, eight hundred bucks.

Ain't that nice?

Yep?

And twenty twenty four twenty five Just that in today's time, that's about thirty two thousand bucks, right, And it's not bad.

For a couple of small town thieves.

Huhh.

Well, but the escape did not go the way Humpy expected.

As they were getting away, Nash suggested they hide the evidence.

Ump he went to bury the money, Nash shot him in the back.

Oh hours later, Nash was in handcuffs, answering for both the robbery and the murder.

You got to do it.

The judge sent him to Oklahoma State Penitentiary for life.

Oh.

Five years later, March twenty eighth, nineteen eighteen, Nash managed to talk to the warden and got him to believe he wanted to join the army and fight in World War One.

Whatever he said he worked, because his life sentence goes only cut down to ten years.

Oh then, nineteen twenty, instead of joining the army of turning over a new leaf, he was convicted of burglary, using explosives, safe cracking, Court handing twenty five and the same State Penitentiary.

Damn.

At least he got his life sentence taken away though, jeez.

Inside he became a trustee, one of those inmate prison officials rely on, and you know, because of that sentenced knocked down to five years.

Oh and on twenty ninth to December, just in time to ring in the new year of nineteen twenty three.

And on twenty ninth to December nineteen twenty two.

Oh, Frankie Nash, I guess it was just in time.

Yeah, walked out of Oklahoma State Penitentiary a free man once again.

Freedom.

Well, guess what don't last long with criminals?

The ones that get called thirty March nineteen twenty four, Nash again.

Yeah, another twenty five years yay spud.

This time he was headed to the United States penitentiary.

He's going Elevenworth's in Kansas after being convicted of salting the male custodian and then on October nineteen, nineteen thirty, he escaped.

That escape set off alarms far beyond Kansas.

I FBI lost a full scale search for Nash, stretching across the entire United States and even into most Canada.

When the Boo rou dug through the evidence.

They concluded that.

Nat should help seven prisoners break out eleven Worth December eleventh, nineteen thirty one, am ready to and he wasn't working alone.

The investigation uncovered his tight connections with men like Francis Keating, Thomas Holden, and a handful of other gunmen tied to bank robberies throughout the Midwest.

Keating and Holden they were picked up by agents July seventh, nineteen thirty two, in Kansas City.

They knew a lot more than they wanted to admit, but eventually they talked.

According to them, Frank Nash was hiding out and Hot Springs, Arkansas, and.

Everybody yeah, yeah, yeah, yep.

Well, once the old FBI knew where all Frank Nash was hiding, the hunt moved fast.

Agents Frank Smith and Joe Lackey.

They teamed up with McAllister, Police Chief Otto Reed Kevin and that hit straight into ar Kansas.

They searched every corner they can think of.

Well, these in Hot Springs, they searched every corner they could think of, and on the sixteenth June nineteen thirty three, their work paid off.

They found Nash standing in the little store in Hot Springs and that was the end of his run.

Well.

Coincidentally, they searched every corner, but the store was in the middle of the fucking Hot Springs, so they missed him.

No shootout, no dramatic standoff, just three long men walk in him out the door.

And from there they loaded Nash into a car and they drove him to Fort Smith, Arkansas.

They're planned to board in an eight to thirty train that night in the Missouri Pacific run bound for Kansas City.

The train was due to arrive at seven fifteen very next morning, And before they even stepped on that train, the officers called Red Vetter.

Really, the officers called it Red I vetterally the special Agent in charge of the FBI's Kansas City office, and they said, hey, once you meet us at Union Station.

What they didn't know was that they were not the only ones planning for Nash's rival.

Word spreads fast in the underworld.

Several of National's outlaw friends called wind of his capture in Hot Springs.

They learned exactly when he was supposed to be in Kansas City.

They decided, we're gonna get my buddy back.

Conspiracy was dreamed up and organized by Richard Galata's, Herbert Farmer, Doc Stacey, and Frank Malloy.

These men put Vernon Miller in charge of the actual snatch Miller with that Malloy's tavern in Kansas City making phone calls, calling in favors, pulling together people.

He thought could help them pull off the job.

You gotta call anybody you know.

And according to the official FBI version, that is where old pretty Boy Floyd and Adam Riketty come into the picture.

The Bureau says Floyd and Ricketty were already traveling towards Kansas City and they got stuck early that morning near Boulevard with their car broke down.

While they were waiting at a garage for repair, Sheriff Jack Killingsworth walked in, or Ketty or Roshetti, whatever you want to say, recognized them, immediately grabbed a machine gun and held the sheriff and everyone else in the garage against the wall.

Floyd then drove two forty five caliber machine pistols and told everybody not to move.

Damn.

From there on, the two men moved their weapons into another vehicle, forced the sheriff into the car with him.

They drove the deep water Missouri.

They dumped that very car and stole another and set the sheriff free.

By ten o'clock that night, June sixteenth, Kansas City, they found themselves.

They ditched that car as well, stole a new one, transferred to luggage and guns before finally meeting up with Vernon Miller.

Went back to Miller's house and laid planned for old Frank Nash.

According to the FBI, early next morning, Miller, Floyd, and Margetti got into a Chevrolet Sadan and drove to a Union station.

They took up their spots and waited for that train so they can get their old buddy Frank Nash and want to kill the men that were escorting them north right maybe.

When the train finally rode into ol Kansas City, everything looked calm.

Joe Lackey stepped off first head to the loading platform.

He left Frank Smith, Chief Otto Reed, and Frank Nash waiting inside.

Out On the platform, Lackey met up with Reid vetterally the special Agent and from Kansas City.

Betterly did not come alone.

He ain't stupid standing with them with FBI agent Raymond Caffrey, Kansas City police officers W J.

Groomes and Frank Hermanson.

The group took a long, long look around the area.

Nothing seemed out of place.

They seen all right, No suspicious faces, nothing, you know, just everyday activity, no car sitting where they shouldn't be.

Veterally told Lackey that he and Caffrey brought two cars to the Union Station and had them parked right outside ready for the handoff.

Oh with that, Lackey he headed back to the train.

This time he came out with full escort.

Chief Reid, sac betterly, agents Kaffrey and Smith, and officers Hermanson and Grooms.

All of them walked Frank Nash right off the train and through the lobby of the Union Station.

Nash was in handcuffs the entire time, shoffing, along with seven armed officers around him, like they stopped.

Every once in Alen without handcuffs walk couple of feet.

Lackey and Reid carried shotguns, the other scared pistols.

They stepped out of the station.

Everything still looked normal, no trouble, no commotion, no warning.

It had been a little too quiet to be right.

They paused for a moment and saw nothing that looked dangerous.

They kept moving.

Toward kaffrey Chevrolet, which is part directly in front of the east entrance.

Just a little short walk, buds, short walk in the car and go get in the car.

Agent Caffrey unlocked the right side door of the car.

Why is it locked?

Right?

Nash started to climb into the back seat, but Lackey order him into the front who Lacky himself climbing to the back directly behind the driver's seat.

Smith slid into the center of the back seat, riding bitch.

Chief Reid took the right rear spot.

While all this was happening, Caffrey walked around the Chevrolet to get into the driver's seat from the left side.

Obviously he ain't gonna crawl over fucking Frank Nash right door's champ.

As all this has happening, Gedterally remained standing near the front right of the car with officers Hermanson and Grooms and so had some something happens.

A green Plymouth sat about six feet away on the right side of Chevrolet.

Lackey looked toward it caught sudden movement.

Two men ran for man another car, both armed, at least one of them caring machine gun before Lackie could even get a word out, one of the gunmen shouted, oh bop.

Agent Smith, sitting in the middle of the back seat, he saw another man.

He's like, fuck, I'm fucked right.

He's like, get out, guys, all right.

He saw another man with a gun to the right of the Plymouth.

Vetterally turned just in time to hear her voice bark out the order that'll start it all.

Let him have it.

The moment that order went out, everything erupted.

About fifteen feet away from the agent Kaffrey Chevrolet, slightly diagonal to the right, a gunman crouched behind the radiator of another part car and open fire.

Officers Grooms and Hermanson never had a chance.

They were hit immediately and dropped to the ground dead before anyone even understood what was happening.

So a bitch sac Reid vetterly standing right beside them, he caught around on the left arm and he went down.

He tried to scramble around the front of the Chevrolet to get the agent Caaffrey on the driver's side, but before he made it, he saw Caffrey fall.

Fuck that.

If I was these cops, I guess you want to be I want to be a cop.

Uh No, you know they're coming out to break this guy out, and fuck that.

You know a lot of people are gonna die.

Just instead of trying to shoot those motherfuckers, reach up in the front seat and blow out fucking Nash's brains and be like, now, what you're doing here is pointless.

Yeah, but that's all pointless anyways, because a shot to Kaffrey killed him instantly.

Caffrey never even got a foot inside the car.

Oh inside the Chevrolet, though, things were no better because the whole guy they came to bail out, Frank Nash, he was killed instantly.

Oh no, when he was struck and as well as Chief Otto.

Reed Reagan his car did we're going like that?

Uh?

And the back seat agents Joe Lackey and Frank Smith reacted on instinct.

Both men threw themselves forward as gunfire.

Tore through the car.

Why would they shoot the car up?

They know the fucking Frank Nash's in there right Tom, Holy shit.

Lackey took three bullets in the back, but somehow stayed alive.

Ah Smith came out of the chaots without a scratch.

Look at you, Smithy.

The shooters, believing they'd wiped everyone out, rushed up to the chevy and peered inside.

One of them yelled, they're all dead.

Let's get out of here.

Just like that, they bolted toward a dark colored Chevy parked nearby, fucking no reason.

Maybe they weren't even trying to rescue him, they were trying to kill him.

Maybe he was like, they're afraid he was gonna snitch or something.

But I mean, that seems a little stupid.

It's just to fucking throw bullets at a car.

Especially with him sitting in the front seat right.

M that's a little weird.

Is there any conspiracies about that?

Can't We'll see it in Frank Danshe's episode Kent City Policeman.

Right out of the Union Station.

He's like, what the hell is going on?

One of the shooters lay identified by the FBI.

He's pretty boy.

Floyd stumbled briefly under the gunfire, but managed to keep running.

All three gunmen jumped into the getaway k sped west out of the parking area, and vanished Fawn.

When it was all over, only three men were left stand and agent Smith and Lackey, along with Spasso, Agent Betterly Well.

They told investigators the whole thing could not have the lights and more thirty seconds.

They said they could not be sure whether three or four gunmen were involved, who knows, could have been fifty.

What they did know, Grooms and Hermanson killed, followed just seconds later by Frank Nash and Chief Red murdered, and then Agent Caffrey, who was rushed at the hospital but dead on arrival.

Well day aftermath, FBI launched a full scale investigation to identifying and bringing in the murderers.

The very evidence they gathered pointed to Vernon Miller, Adam Orchette, and pretty boy old floydp.

Sure right.

One of the biggest pieces come from Miller's home in Kansas City, where agents found beer bottles with Latin fingerprints.

Look at, guys, there's beer bottles.

They must have formulated apply here, right, And of course those fingerprints belonged to Rashetti, tie them to the scheme and linked them directed to the masker.

How just because there's beer cans.

Yes, if you're boozing up, you must have been taking apartment on the prison break.

Well, for all certainty in the FBI files, official count Kentas City massacre, concluding the claim that pretty Boy.

Floyd was one of them.

Has never even gone unchallenged words of what they don't even know if it's true.

Three major books have pushed back hod against the Borough's version.

Joe Urschel The Year of Fear from two fifteen and Robert Hunger in his nineteen ninety seven book Union State Massacre Shun and then you had Michael Wallace in nineteen ninety four Floyd by Actrey Pretty Boy.

All these books argue the same thing.

They say that Floyd and Adam Rshetdy reframed.

According to them, the evidence dying these man to the massacre thin contradictory, far from conclusive.

It's a hoax.

It's a witch hunt.

Even Ersha and Wallace they go a step further.

They both insist that the crime simply doesn't match Floyd's established behavior up to this point.

They say nothing about it fits the way Floyd operated during the rest of his career or up to this point.

As I said, don't fucking.

Undermine me script sure the only ones raising eyebrows either.

Blackie Audit, an old underworld figure with plenty of connections.

He wrote in his nineteen fifty four book rap Sheet that Floyd and Marchetti were not involved at all.

Will trust you, Blackie.

He claimed the real gunmen were Maurice Denning and William Weisman, the brother of well known racketeer Sally Weisman.

Does that make sense?

There's another side of the argument.

Brian Burrow, the author of Public Enemies, the two thousand and seven book covering the crime Waving thirty three and thirty four, comes down firmly.

In the opposite camp.

Of course you do, Burrow says, Floyd almost certainly was involved.

He bases that on the statements of several underworld informants who were arrested by the FBI at the time, price saying whatever the fuck they would say to get reduced time.

The problem is some of these informants contradict the testimony of others, which leaves the whole matter tangled and controversial even today that stupid two stupid guys drinking beer and smoking cigarettes are talking about right now.

Right fucking morons.

While the debate rage the cleanup from the massacre continued on the the eve of the Greatest Day in the World November twenty ninth, nineteen thirty three, someone are you.

That's when people started saying Jesus is coming back.

This is the world's gone to hell.

The body of Vernon Miller turned up outside of Detroit, Michigan.

He was naked, mutilated, left in the ditch.

Investigators believed he had run a foul of a criminal gang in Jersey, Jersey and the set score the old fashioned way.

Several authors, including Jay Robert Nash You, point to Miller's killing as proof that's the Kansas city massacred and that may not been a rescue at all, but its syndicate hit designed to silence for Hey, I think so about there we go.

He was gonna snitch?

Yeah, who knew way too much about way too many people.

Meanwhile, the hunt for Floyd and Marochetti kept the rolling twentyeth October in nineteen thirty four, people still thirsting for that alcohol.

No, it's over with now thirty three, three thirty three that people on a yearly bench now and drunk.

The two men were involved in automobile accident in Wellsville, Ohile.

This is where Floyd's car was driving slammed into a telephone pole.

Po PO Chief j H was like, that wasn't there Twenty years ago?

Police Chief Jahe faults went to check out the crash and walked straight into a gunfight.

Oh Chetti emptied his gun at the chief was captured.

When he ran out of AMMO, Floyd escaped into the countryside.

Chief Faults believed that Floyd had been wounded in that very exchange, and he checked him like a deer.

Maroschete.

You take him back to Kansas City.

Nearly two years after the massacare of June seventeen, nineteen thirty five, he stood trial for that massacre at Union Station.

With no evidence.

The jury, though, they found him guilty and recommended the death penalty.

After a series appeals and re sentence in the sentence was carried down.

Wow, he was executed October seventh, nineteen thirty eight.

I mean, you say what you want about the deapenently or whatever, but at least back then it wasn't twenty years later.

I mean, three years is still long.

But all the appeals, though, they were carried out.

That's the difference.

It took three years to get appeals carried out instead of twenty five fucking years.

While the gunmen were being hunting down across the country, the law turned its attention to the men who set the whole plan in motion.

The four behind the conspiracy to free Frank They were Richard Galatas, Herbert Farmer, doctor always Say, and Malloy.

They were all brought before Federal Grandeur in Kansas City October twenty fourth, nineteen thirty four.

The case didn't take long.

January fourth, just a couple of months later, the jury found all of them guilty to conspiring to cause the escape of a federal prisoner from the custody the United States.

The next day, each man received the maximum penalty allowed by law, which is two years in a federal penitentiary plus a fine of ten thousand bucks.

That's it.

Yeah, well, they didn't kill nobody tumping into Nowadays, they would probably try to stack those murder charges on them with rico and shot.

Some fallout for the old massacre went far beyond those four names, because that short, violent burst of gunfire outside of the Union station that morning wound up altering the course of American law enforcement.

Sure before the masscar the FBI operated under a strange set of limitations.

Agents didn't even have statutory authority to carry even firearms, even though some reportally carried them anyway.

Obviously, they all did, and they could not legally even make an arrest on their own.

Hey, how about we go back to that, right, ain't checking with the state or city or wherever you're in.

Exactly if an agent detained someone, it was technically a citizens arrest, and then the United States Marshall or a local officer had to come and finished the job.

Good.

All that changed within a.

Year see think pretty boy Floyd Right in May and June of nineteen thirty four, Mayhen just like me, Congress gave the FBI full authority.

The BURU started arming up.

Imm I already had a secret little button they put.

It's like the NID and fucking.

They acquired the first tops of machine guns, OH Winchester Model nineteen oh seven self loading rifles, and then not long after, the agency asked Reminton Arms for something better to replace the Winchester.

What they got was a specially modified version of the Reminton MOTTOL eighty one semi automatic rifle.

This is a gun that would become one of the FBI's most preferred weapons in the years that followed.

Kansas City massacre left behind a trail bodies, controversy, and unanswered questions, but There's no denying one thing forced federal governman to recognize that organized crime had changed, and FBI was going to face the world that was coming.

It needed to change too.

I guess After Dyllinger was killed, Oh Jay Hagger, Hoover wasted no time choosing the next name to put up the top America's most wanted.

He declared Charles pretty Boy Floyd to be the public Enemy number one.

Once Hoover said it, the chase picked up speed.

Local police and the BOI, which is the FBI agents under Melvin per Us, all operating under the direct supervision ev Inspector Samuel Cowley, were the ones who would eventually corner Floyd in a cornfield outside East Liverpool, Ohio, October twenty second, nineteen thirty four.

But even there, nothing about Floyd's final moments ever had a single clean version right.

The accounts never matched on who fired the shots or how they were fired, and how he died.

What do you think about it?

These cops probably thinking, dude, we've been basically chasing this guy around for four years.

Noly this guy.

But these same agents have been chasing Babyface Nails and Dylan ger machine gun Kelly and.

Bonnie and Clyde.

It's like the only thing that's coming.

We just got a murder.

Just got kill him.

He's gotta kill him.

Four days before that, Floyd and Adam Orchetti, they left Buffalo, New York, October eighteenth fall, rode in heavy by early morning, and at about three am October nineteenth, their car slid straight into a telephone phone.

Like we said, nobody was hurt.

With the crash disabled the vehicle, two men sent the women traveling with them to find a tow truck.

Playing with simple baches, the women would ride.

With the tow truck because they're exact women.

Women would ride with the tow truck driver into town and get the car repaired while Floyd and Rochetti waited out by the road outside Damn right.

They did.

After about dawn October nineteenth, the driver named Joe Fryman and his son in lawd David O'Hanlon.

They passed by and saw two men lying on the roadside in suits.

She's something about it in uppers it right with them, so they reported to do Wellsville police Chief John Folts.

He headed out with officers Grover Pots and William Merwin.

When machete spotted them.

Like we said earlier, he bolted into the woods with two officers chasing him.

Folts approached Floyd, who responded by drawing his gun and opening fire.

Oh wow.

A gun fight left folks wounded in the foot and pots hitting the right shoulder.

Floyd then disappeared into the forest.

At that very point man Hunt group another local officer, Chester Smith, served as a sniper in World War One.

He said, you know what I'm joining.

The law man managed to capture with Chetty, but Floyd stayed loose in the countryside.

Words bad quickly surrounding PO PO departments mobilized.

BOI sent in their own agents to help track them down.

By October twenty second and Floyd Man is to hitch a ride to East Liverpool, Ohio.

He got some food at a pool hall owned by his friend Trile's Joy, but his look ran out soon afterwards.

A long man closed in as he left the builting.

Every version on what happened next is different.

BOI agents, LOGO officers, and civilians all gave their own accounts.

They all agree on the basics.

Though Floyd tried to run, he was shot and wounded by the officers.

They arrested him after that and placed him in federal crustody.

Everything else, from who both triggered to how many shots were fired and in what order, remains muddled in conflicting statements.

I'm guessing that the.

Cops fired first, and the one came to the final minutes of pretty Boy Floyd's life.

The stories never line up.

According to Special Agent Winford Hopton, the last conversation belonged entirely to the b OI.

He claimed the federal agents were the only ones on the scene when the shooting started, that local law didn't even arrive until later.

An official bureau version for BOI agents led by Old Purpose, were joined by four East Liverpool Police officers under Chief Hugh McDermott, which included Herman Roth Junior, Chester Smith and Glenn Montgomery.

They were out surge in the area of Clarkson, Ohio and two cars when they spotted a suspicious vehicle pulling out from behind a.

Corn crib, then backing up again.

Oh, they saw him, They were like, Oh, that's when Floyd appeared.

BOI account says he stepped from the car with a forty five caliber pistol in.

His saying Doddy had in his hand.

The agents opened fire.

Floyd supposally went down, saying I'm done for you hit me twice.

That version was just meant at one of many.

A news report printed at the time gave a different picture and Nat telling Floyd crawled out from behind the corn crib and headed toward a Dyke automobile for changing direction toward a wooded ridge.

Purvis shouted for him to halt.

Floyd ran, purpose yelled fire, and Floyd was hit by four bullets.

That mortally wounded us.

Sounds about right.

They then put handcuffs on him.

As he lay there, Floyd asked, who the hell tipped you?

He refused to answer any questions about the Kansas City massacre.

He did tell him, I'm Floyd.

Where is Eddie?

Meaning Adam Orschetti?

Thinking he had been shot twice, he said again, you got me twice.

Purvis never released Floyd's last words, It's probably like murdered me.

Reports at the time also claimed that just four days earlier, Floyd and two accomplices had to ride a robbed a bank for five hundred bucks or whatever.

All right, Floyd' shaired The robbery was one hundred and twenty bucks.

How do you know that the things found on his body was watching a fob, each carved with ten notches that were allegedly meant to represent the ten people.

Floyd Guild alleged, and I love making up stories.

Geez well.

Then there's the version told decades later by retired East Liverpool police Captain Chester Smith nineteen seventy nine issue of Time magazine.

Smith said he was the one who put the first bullets in the pretty old boy.

According to Ham, he fired two shots from his thirty two Winchester rifle and dropped Floyd because, in Smith's Purpose could not hit him.

Smith said, Floyd fell and never got back up.

Smith this ironed him on the spot.

That was when Purvis rushed over and gave an order away from that man.

I want to talk to him, he said.

Smith said.

Purpose tried to question Floyd and got curses in return.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

I don't talk to coppers.

Purpose then ordered agent Herman Hollis to fire into him.

Oh Wiley shot Floyd at point went Grange with a submachine gun, killed him instantly.

When an interviewer asked Smith whether the FBI covered up, Smith did not hesitate, sure was, he said, because they did not want to get it out that he had been killed that way.

I met that makes sense.

Wow, we old Chester's story stirred up so much dust that the FBI could not just let that sit.

Ohfuck Chester.

Winford Hopton, one of the BOI agents involved.

He fired back with a letter to the editors of the Time.

This letter ran in November nineteen, nineteen seventy nine issue, and that very letter, Hopton insisted that Smith was flat out wrong.

Hopton said he was one of four BOI agents who were actually on the farm where Floyd was murdered, several miles from East Liverpool, and that the East Liverpool POPO only showed up after Floyd was already mortally wounded.

Hampton claimed that when these four agents confront of Floyd, Floyd turned to fire on them, and two of federal men murdered him almost instantly.

So why is that the first time we're hearing about a version like that when there was already a version from the BLI.

Smith had said that the agent Herman Hollis delivered the final shots, but Hopton said no, Hollis was not even there that afternoon at least one other source back that up pointed out that even though Smith's stories spread fast, Hollis was not at the orchard at all.

Hollis's own FBI profile and never we mentioned him being part of floyd shooting.

Why would they if they're trying to cover it up right?

Hopton even addressed what happened afterwards.

He said Floyd's body was hauled back to the East Liverpool and Hopton's own car, And then in October twenty ninth memo Jayegger Hoover ordered his assistant Edward Tam to send Floyd's personal items home to his mother after they photographed his watch.

Well, Hoover wanted a record of the ten Nachies car into it, which he believed represented ben Floyd to killing.

Was Floyd had three wounds on his body, one in the right forearm and two in the lower torso after that, oh, could the forearm one be putting his hand up from getting fucking masterly shot?

Was there only three wounds?

And after that?

Either way what happened the process of land pretty Boy Floyd to rest began.

His body was embalmed and put on brief public view at the Sturgis Funeral Home in East Liverpool before being sent back to Oklahomay come get her load of this guy.

The real display came in Sallasaw, Oklahoma.

His body was placed on public display there and the crowds were nothing short of astounding.

They say between twenty thousand and forty thousand people showed up to see him one last time.

Dam makes it the largest funeral in Oklahoma history.

Holy shit.

He was buried in Aiken's, the same town where he was raised as.

A little boy, a little pretty boy.

When you stand back and look at the full life of Charles pretty Boy Floyd see a story that never fit neatly into anybody's file drawer, not even fbis.

He was a farm kid from Georgia, grew up in the hills of Oklahoma, a man who drifted into crime early and never managed to drift back.

His record was long, violent, possible to ignore, robberies, gunfights, prison breaks, trail bodies left behind.

Yet a lot of those Cooks and Hills people spoke about him like it was something different, something closer to a folk hero than a criminal, And that is complicated part of Floyd's legacy across Oklahoma.

Stories followed him like a shadow folks swore he helped the poor.

They swore he tore up mortgage papers, Darren bank robberies.

They swore he stood up for regular people against bankers and lawmen who felt they were just as dangerous.

Whether those tales were true or just kind of stories of hard times tend to grow, but they stuck.

By the time at Jay Egger Hoover.

But Floyd at the top of the public enemy list, the public had already built their own.

He wasn't an enemy, It wasn't an amendment.

But then we know came to Kansas City massacre helped reshape federal law enforcement.

The FBI labeled him one of the gunmen, and we know.

What happens there.

Historians, witnesses, and even underworld veterans kept offering versions that didn't line up with the official record.

Inflicting testimonies, disputed motives, deathbed statements turned Floyd's final chapter into one of the most contested episodes in early FBI history.

Worry about you guys, gonna have a lot more of those coming up.

What is not contested is the end.

He died in an Ohio cornfield, and thousands turned out to pay respects to a man they believe, representing something more than his rap sheet.

To them, he was not just pretty Boy Floyd the robber.

He was Charles Floyd from Ankins, the boy they watched grow up, the man they believe fought the world the same way they did.

In the end, his story rests somewhere between the truth and legend and the foggy space were both tend to blur.

He was a criminal, he was an outlaw.

He was a symbol, whether he deserved it or not, America turned him into one of the most lasting y iconds of his crime, written early twentieth century.

So reminder that sometimes the line between a villain and folk Caro depends entirely on where you happen to be standing.

Damn right, mm hmmmmmm.

So what do you guys think on Pretty Boy Floyd.

Some froggy's going on with the FBI there, but we already know they don't have a good track record.

And both of the Kansas City massacre and his killing, So yeah, yeah.

That's pretty boy Flood next week or next yeah, next week.

That just adds on to a long long list of uh, incredible, incredible, incredible or incredible, Yeah, incredible.

I guess incredible UHB accounts nothings that that went down?

Right?

Yeah, we got five weeks this month, guy, well five tuesdays this month, and that means next week would be another remastered and we'll probably move on to well, we can't do Frank Natch because we can't tell the same massacre two weeks in a row, but we'll.

Probably maybe do marker Carpets.

The other guy, you know what I'm talking about, So we do.

I know we got a couple more the one yeah, I forget his name.

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