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What's up?

Guys?

So, first up, we have a seventy five year old married man in China named only as Jiang So.

Jiang is long married with adult kids, and his wife recently scolded him for spending way too much time on his phone.

So he got upset and told her that there is someone else he's been chatting with and that he wants a divorce.

Yep.

Now was adult kids had to break the news to him that his beautiful new love interest was just an AI avatar.

That's rough.

I'm still not sure he understands it.

No, I don't think he quite knows what that means.

You just left mom for a cartoons.

The article doesn't how it ended, but I would love to see the footage of him walking that back, you know what I mean.

I can't see myself doing that, but I could totally see my wife leaving me for Ai.

It's a way better deal than what she's stuck in.

But even when somebody points out it's Aye, she's like, yeah.

I know, Yeah, I totally knew that.

I could shut him off.

Try that and fucking Scott.

A thirty one year old postal worker in Carson, California, could be facing up to thirty years in prison for a string of charges, including theft and bank fraud, but authorities wouldn't have even looked her way.

If thirty one year old Mary Ann mcdammit didn't feel the need to go on that is her name.

I double checked it.

I didn't guess that far.

She felt the need to go on social media again, how many this is like a dozen times we've covered this and posted pictures of herself with wads of cash, a bunch of luxury goods, and tropical vacations that fire exceed her tax bracket.

Turns out, while working for the government, she would steal mail, cash, any check she found, activate credit cards and debit cards, and then use the personal information that she got to create new accounts.

God man, So she was hitting them every which way.

So dumb.

So that's me.

I'm gonna go online and show myself with a bunch of ventilators for sale.

WHOA check this out?

She really cheap, barely used.

Just put her in my Facebook page.

That's what people, that's what.

Basically, you're you're a postal worker and she's posing with like reams of cash and just you know, while rolllexes.

When the when they arrest her, she was wearing a rolex like you're a postal worker.

You can't afford a rolex.

Tell Grandma quit sending cash in the mail that five dollars or that five dollars check because she was cashing those two.

Uh.

Even after the Feds conducted their initial search and they left with their evidence, she was still using the stolen credit cards, the few that they didn't find, Like, clearly not a real think tank this woman.

Yeah right, but yeah, I mean, if you're already busted, what are you gonna buy?

They bust you for spending with like twenty credit cards, what's twenty two?

Stealing the mail?

I mean, oh, that's federals, federal fans.

You messed with someone's mailbox, just a federal offense.

Yeah.

I remember people in high school would do the mailbox baseball.

I never did because my mother worked for the post office, and I knew, damn will you you were gonna get a fuck load of trouble for that.

I definitely played.

It's a small town Maine.

What else was there to do?

I did tons of stupid ship but I didn't do that.

Well, No, your mom being postmaster, that's a tough one to explain.

Yeah, you'd you'd have been in so much trouble.

Someone blew always someone blew one of ours up with an M eight really, yeah, blewed apart and the mail was in it.

No, it's the people next door, you know.

It was in h Yeah, I know.

So.

Lastly, we have a man in his sixties who works as an educator in Okayama, Japan, so he was recently let go from his job for misconduct.

But yeah, I mean today you hear all kinds of stuff about teachers banging, students coming into work drunk, so stories like this are not shocking, sadly, So what was this sick bastard up to, you may ask yourself.

Working a part time job on the side, piece a shit, that's what he did.

Not a drug dealer, not only fans or anything like that.

He was a convenience store clerk on the.

Side, and according to them, should have been ashamed of himself.

Yes, that's exactly what this said.

Yep.

And he only did this during non school hours.

It wasn't like he was calling into the school to go work at the convenience tour.

They weren't overlapping, not interfering.

It's not like he was putting close of himself up on Facebook.

With everybody's getting over hards today, I haven't been cracked.

So basically, a parent sees him there working at a convenience store, rats him out to the board of education.

You'd think they'd be like, who gives a fuck?

But now the principal went to the store to see that he was working there and then immediately fired him.

And like Scott just said, and he then issues an apology to the parents and the students of the school for this guy's despicable behavior.

Oh he's a crap trying to make money for its family.

I had to look around because I couldn't even figure out the article didn't really cover why he was let go, like what the infraction was.

But apparently in Japan it's not unusual for a job contract or employment contract to include a stipulation that says you will not work elsewhere and you won't receive any funds from any other source.

But I mean, give the guy a fucking livable wage and he wouldn't be working at a convenience.

And you know, some people just work extra.

This is the first time in my life, like the last four or five years, that I didn't have two jobs, but I guess they do.

This podcast is a goddamn job mispronouncing words.

It's not easy.

And this one today comes from France.

Buckle up.

Everything I say, I'm just gonna say with confidence.

You guys won't even know how bad it's like, except for you people from France.

That news story is kind of it's just kind of disgraceful, honestly.

Yeah, I can't believe that ridiculous work in an extra job to keep himself afloating.

Different for different cultures, absolutely, yeah, that would be that would be a positive thing here some of us.

Yeah, actually take the initiative to go get another job.

Absolutely.

You do what you gotta do to make ends meet.

So that's it for the news this week.

What do you get going on for us?

So I've got another heist.

This is Hollywood style.

Nice looking forward to what we'll be right, bad guys.

All right, we're headed to France.

Picture kid growing up in Craile, France, back in the nineteen seventies.

That's Ray Dawn Fayid born May tenth, nineteen seventy two to Algerian parents who moved to France in nineteen sixty nine.

Crail, a working class town rough around the edges, with those gritty suburbs that shape you fast.

Faid one of eleven kids.

Yeah, eleven, eight brothers, three sisters, a packed house.

Well you know what that makes twelve kids?

My math is fuzzy.

So if he's got eight, bro, if you forgot your plus one yeah, he's one.

Eleven kids.

Twelve kids.

When you get that counts, I mean after ten, you just it's just ten plus.

There were three of us my dad get confused.

I imagine them as twelve.

All right, Eight brothers, three sisters, a packed house.

His dad worked nights at a chemical factory and viller Saint Paul grinding to keep the family afloat.

His mom, Zora, held it all together at home, raising this big crew with a strict hand but a lot of love.

Red Wan was the second youngest, and his sister called him the spoiled one, always cracking jokes, making people laugh.

Kid had charm even back then.

But life wasn't easy.

The Faid family lived in ban Lewes, those tough, low income suburbs around Paris, where trouble never was never far off, money was tight, and the streets were full of temptation.

Fayi's neighborhood was a mix of hardware king folks and guys already deep in petty crime.

You probably hear me.

I'll probably call him Faiyid through most of this.

Yeah, did I mess up his first name?

On the regular He was sharp, though, and soaked it all in by his teens, he was already picking up the hustle vibe from the other kids.

His dad was a tough guy, a former Algerian resistance fighter who'd been jailed by the French back in the day.

Dere g stories of griff probably stuck with Fayid even if it even if he didn't know it yet.

But things took a turn in nineteen eighty eight.

Faid was sixteen when his dad bailed, leaving the family and headed back to Algeria to start over.

That hit hard, And how hard was that for his mom somewhere between eleven and twelve kids by herself.

Yeah that's what news.

Yeah, good dad, twelve kids and you just start I'm just going to start up, you know what I realized.

Twelve kisses a lot.

I'm just gonna hit replay, get a do over button.

I'm sure that happens.

Unreal.

This is in the nineteen eighty eight, you know.

A couple of years later, in nineteen ninety one, his mom passed away from leukemia.

Faid was nineteen, already dabbling in small time trouble, and losing her shook him.

With his parents gone, Feid leaned on his brothers.

They were tight, and some of them were already dipping into crime.

He wasn't just following their lead.

He was finding his own path.

Even as a kid, he loved movies, mimicking actors, doing voices to make his siblings crack up.

That flare for drama, that charisma, it was there early.

His sister said he was the guy that everyone liked, always sociable, always making you laugh, but the charm had an edge.

By his late teens, he was running with a rough crowd, pulling small jobs, learning the ropes of the street.

Me get the town Right is the band?

Luis taught him how to move, how to talk, how to survive, and survive he did, setting the stage for the wild life he led.

The bang Luess of Creole shaped Fai's young, teaching him hustle and survival.

But there was another world.

He escaped to movies.

Even as a kid, Faid was obsessed with films.

Growing up in that packed house with eleven siblings, Say I got to.

Hear eleven siblings.

He sneaked into the living room after his parents went to bed, huddled with his brothers watching old time crime flicks on a beat up TV.

He didn't just watch.

He absorbed them.

By age six, he was mimicking lines, doing voices, playing characters.

His sister said he acted out whole scenes, making everyone laugh, but you could tell he was studying every move.

American movies were his jam.

Gangster stories, heist films, anything with a slick crew pulling off big jobs.

He loved the style, the planning, the way the bad guys moved.

That love stuck with him, and it wasn't just kids stuff.

Those films became his playbook when he stepped into crime.

By his teens, Faid was already running small time hustles, but his head was full of movie scenes.

He'd watched the classics, but he was drawn to the heist films, ones where crooks were smart, not just brutal.

He rewine scenes, study how characters planned, how they talked their way out of trouble.

His brothers noticed he wasn't just playing around.

He was thinking like those guys on screen.

When their dad left in nineteen eighty eight and their mom died a few years later, Faid leaned harder into the streets, but movies stayed his guide.

He wasn't just a thief.

He saw himself as a director.

Scripting his own jobs.

So fast forward to the nineteen nineties.

Faid now is in his early twenties leading a crew pulling arm robberies around Paris.

He's not just some reckless kid anymore.

He's calculated and those movies he loved there is blueprint.

So let's talk about the high steep Pole, straight out of the films that shaped him.

First up a job in the mid nineteen nineties that screamed reservoir.

Dogs can't say reservoir right, It's a main thing, that's right.

It's not just me say it's a reservoirervoir.

They're going to make fun of You can.

Even help me fish.

No, that's wrong.

From away.

It doesn't matter.

They don't get it.

They've probably never had moxie.

Good for them, lucky bastards.

If you've seen the Tarantino flick, you know it's about a diamond heist gone messy, with sharp suits, fake names in the crew.

That's tight, but paranoid.

Faid ate that up.

Around nineteen ninety five, he and his crew targeted a jewelry store in Paris suburb.

He planned it like he was Quentin Tarantino himself.

Everyone and his crew got a code name think mister Black, mister Red, no real names, just like the movie.

He made them rehearse, not just the robbery, but how they talked, how they moved, all cool and professional.

I mean, this dude did not play around when he planned a heist, so much time and energy went into it.

He knew these movies cold ye, and he used the movies.

I mean he like seen foreseeing his crimes.

He had them wear dark suits and ties straight out of the film's opening scene because he thought it gave them an edge.

Nobody suspected a guy in a suit right.

The plan was simple but bold.

He hit the store at opening when security was light, tied up the staff, smashed the cases and grabbed the high value stuff.

Faid even scripted lines for them to yell, keeping it sharp and scary, to control the room, and they pulled it off, walking out with bags of diamonds and gold, no shots fired.

The cops were stumped for weeks, no fingerprints, no clear leads.

Fai's crew split up, laid load, and he was in the clear.

But that job gave him confidence.

He wasn't just copying for style, He used it for chaos.

As a distraction, keeping everybody off bound so they could vanish.

Then there's the Point Break style heist, which was a great movie.

Yeah, it was nineteen ninety seven when Faid took his movie obsession to another level.

You got these surfers, dudes Robin Banks in California wearing rubber masks of ex presidents to hide their face.

It's fast, flashy and all the adrenaline.

I fai'd love that vibe.

He planned a bank job in a small town outside of Paris, targeting local branch, bank branch.

I'm not going to try to say the targeting a local bank branch.

He got his hands on some cheap Halloween masks, not presidents like in the movies, but creepy ones like crown clowns and monsters to throw off the witnesses.

Now I I would scare myselfarror.

Well, No, the thing I I I read a couple of different things, and I'm not sure which one is actually true because I went through a bunch of different infro on this.

I saw another thing where they said that he actually got a mask of French leaders, you know, like the what is the French as at president is prime Minister.

Prime minister.

Yeah, and different different people from that, but I think they're harder to come by.

But so if that's true, then he basically did the same thing as the movie.

Yeah, either he did that or he had Halloween masks.

I saw different accounts.

He didn't surf, but he channeled that care free, ballsy energy from the film.

His planning was meticulous.

He cased the bank for weeks, timing the guard shift, mapping escape routes.

His crew of four practiced like it was a movie set, running drills in an empty warehouse.

They stormed in ask on, yelling for everyone to hit the floor, just like Bodie's crew in the film.

Fayid even had a guy stand at the door mimicking Keanu Reeves cop character watching for trouble.

They hit the bank at nine am when it was quiet, bagged about one hundred thousand francs big money back then, and peeled out in a stolen van.

The mass worked witnesses couldn't describe them, and the CCTV was grainy, but Fayid got cocky.

One of his crew spent the cash too fast, splashing it on cars and jewelry.

I mean, this dude went out.

They were in a warehouse doing basically you know, it's like rehearsal for like a movie.

It's all the you know, everything he did.

He didn't play around.

He must have watched Goodfellas.

Yeah right, de Niro was telling everybody doing, don't buy anything, don't do anything.

Yeah, absolutely, I guarantee you that was one.

Of his favorites.

I'm sure everybody's favorite movies.

But there's not like a specific heist in that one.

I mean there's a huge one related to it, tons of Yeah, but they don't go into it.

You know what happens, and then they don't.

You don't see it.

Yeah, so harder to pull that off.

So, but they're spending money on the cars and jewelry, and the cops traced it back, and while I Fayiz slipped away, two of his guys got nabbed.

He laid load for months, laid low for months, frustrated but still free, already thinking about his next score.

Now.

He wasn't just hooked on Hollywood.

He loved French crime films too, old school heist movies with slick gangsters and clever plans.

In nineteen ninety eight, he pulled a job inspired by that French style hitting a cash and transit van in the Paris suburbs.

So that's going to be like an armored truck.

Those films showed patience detailed heist, so Fayid went all in on prep.

He spent months watching a brinkman that delivered cash to businesses.

He studied the routes, the driver's habits, even the way the guards carried their guns.

He wanted every detail locked down.

His crew was small, just three guys.

He trusted.

They didn't bother with mass this time.

They wore construction vest and hard hats, blending in like workers.

Fayi's plan was straight out of El Circled Reuge.

Right, yeah, we're going with that.

Blocked the van's path with a fake roadwork set up, forced the guards out, and disarmed them without a fight.

He even had a guy play a fake cop directing traffic to keep bystanders away.

He didn't miss a move.

They hit the van one morning, got the guards to open the back without a shot, and walked off with one point two million francs in cash, clean professional.

The cops had nothing, no prints, no witnesses who saw faces, just the van left in a ditch.

What's the uh, let's cut you off.

What's the Franks two?

Dull or is roughly?

I have no idea.

Yeah, I'm not sure either.

You know, I was gonna look it up and didn't.

That's your job, right now, you can look that up.

We'll get back to you on that one.

I'm just curious.

I don't I don't know the trams.

Actually, go ahead and look that up.

I'll keep going.

Ah.

But they had nothing.

They had no prints, no witnesses, nobody saw their faces.

Nothing.

His crews put the cash and vanished into the parises underworld.

This one was a win.

There was no arrest, no heat on him.

He was starting to think he was untouchable.

That's when hit goes bad.

Then there's this big then the big one.

The heist that echoed heat, the nineteen ninety five De Niro Paccino classic, where a crew pulls off huge scores with military precision.

Fayid was obsessed with that film, especially the famous bank robbery scene with a shootout.

In nineteen ninety seven, he planned his own heat style job, targeting an armored car depot in Villa Pint near Paris.

You got there, Oh yeah, I just got it up a franc is equal to one point two for Usto or not a huge difference.

No, so you're talking in like one and a half million dollars, Yeah, split up between four of them.

So yeah, not a bad haul.

He's in take Yeah, no doubt, seven point fifty three seventy five.

Apiece never overhead was some masks.

Yeah.

So this was his most ambitious heist yet.

Like de Niro's character, Faid wanted to look flawless.

Every every step was timed, every risk covered.

He spent six months planning, recruiting a bigger crew, eight guys, including a couple of ex cons who knew weapons.

He got blueprints of the depot, studied the alarm alarm systems, even bribed a security guard for intel on the cash delivery schedule.

Six months, six months planning.

The only problem eight dudes, eight dudes.

Never can keep quiet.

That's the thing.

The crews got to be.

More people involved, almost certain that you're going to be fucked.

Yeah, but if I remember heat, there was a lot of people involved, and he's sticking right to the sticking right to the plan, you know.

So the inspiration showed in the gear they had black tactical vest hockey mask automatic rifles, though Fad insisted on keeping things tight no reckless shooting.

They practiced in a forest outside of his hometown, running through the plan like a swat team, breaching the gates, neutralize, neutralize The guards cracked the vault out in under ten minutes.

I Fight even quoted lines from the movie to keep his crew focused, stuff like we're not here for the bank's money, We're here for our money.

Actually, when he was I didn't mention when he was doing the heist for Point Break, one of them was like, I'm not a crook.

You remember that for that movie, and that's Nixon.

If they were actually wearing the other they may not have realized the reference.

But yeah, there was quite a few, and Point Break's got a ton of lines like that.

Yeah.

So he even quoted lines from the movie to keep his crew focused, stuff like we're not here for the for the bank's money, We're here for our money.

The heightst went down in broad daylight, just like in the movies.

They hit the depot at seven am when the cash was being loaded for delivery.

Two guys took out the gate security, A faid and another led the charge inside, shouting for everyone to get down.

They bagged ten million francs, huge for the time, and were out in nine minutes, speeding off in two stolen cars.

But like in the movie, things got messy, and that's why he shouldn't have picked that movie.

She got really messy in that movie.

No, it did not a lot of bullets flying Vlcimer.

I think he was the only one came out clean.

I believe.

I don't remember.

I was going to rewatch it, but there was so many of these movies.

I'm like, I can't watch all of these.

A guard trip to silent alarm and cops were closer than Fayid expected.

A chase kicked off on the A one Highway and his crew ditched one car and split up.

Faid made it to a safe house in Creole's hometown, but the heat was on.

Cops rated the crew's hideout over the next few weeks, catching three guys.

Fay got nabbed in nineteen ninety eight and Amsterdam after Interpol tracked him across borders.

He was cocky, thinking heat outsmart at everyone, but a tip from a snitch did him in France locked him up for thirty years though he soon show he wasn't done making headlines.

Those heists weren't just crimes.

They were him living out his movie fantasies, scripting his life like a director.

From Reservoir Dogs, Sharp Suits to Point, break Mask, French film precisions and Heat's Big Score.

But in two thousand and nine, after about eleven years, he sweet talks his way to parole, playing the reformed guy, while inside he writes a book.

And here's a French name.

You're going to have to figure that one out on your own.

Nailed it.

Here's Robert from the suburbs to the big to big time crime.

It's his story packed with how films shaped his heist.

The book sells, it sells well, and FAYIV he is out there, a minor celebrity in twenty ten.

So I mean he's out.

He was kind of like to the people loved him.

You know, at this point they thought he was great.

They hadn't hurt anybody.

They stole a lot of money, you know, steal from the rich, give to himself was poor, you know.

I mean it's he had a lot of a lot of people that thought he was great.

He served thirty years of matter no.

He did thirty.

He only served.

Yeah, he got out early.

So it was in twenty ten at a Paris film event he met a a producer tied to the French crime flicks that he'd actually pulled some of his jobs off of.

So Faid all charm tells him, your movies were my blueprint for every job.

The producer was stunned, half amused, as Fayid describes mimicking their scenes.

It's a wild moment by Faid already was eyeing his next act for some reason.

This guy just can't quit crime.

He's itching for another score.

So you look, I mean he started back in the early nineties.

It was eighty eight ninety.

Anyways, it's twenty ten and he's still planning another heist.

You know, he's been in jail.

So in twenty ten he starts planning a cash and transit van heist and the pair of suburbs straight out of those French crime flicks he loves.

He mapped it like a movie, blocked the van with a fake roadblock, disarmed the guards, grab millions in cash.

Faid the mastermind, not in the field, but calling the shots.

He's picking a crew and sketching out every detail, but it goes sideways.

May twentyth twenty ten.

His crew hits the van and a chase erupts.

They fire at cops on the A four highway and a twenty six year old policewoman is killed.

Faid not there, but the cops trace the plan to him, and you know, cop dies.

They're not playing around.

Relentless, relentless pursuit of them all.

Now.

Absolutely, He's nabbed.

In twenty eleven for breaking parole and orchestrating the job.

So, I mean when he planned this job, he was out on parole.

They slapped him with a murder charge.

So back to prison, no more red carpets.

I mean, he was living it up.

He was doing the circuit, you know, like here when someone's got a movie out or a book deal.

You know, they go on every show running them through.

You know, he was on Ellen.

You know, so this dude who's doing his tour Yeah, right, so this dude's doing his his tour of you know, all of the things.

What do you know, he's talking about all the crimes he did.

What do you know, back to jail.

A stupid move.

Hey, we talk about this all the time.

These people.

Well, they put so much effort into their crime.

You know, this guy was super meticulous.

And then he gets out, he gets caught right away, Well where'd you go back to your hometown?

Good place to hide.

Put only that, even if they didn't sniff him out, they're gonna look at the old suspects, you know what I mean, he's already in the system.

It's not like they're not going to turn his direction.

And if it's anything, he's still doing it.

Like movies, Yeah, they're going to be Oh, wonder who did this?

One did change is exactly the same?

I wonder who did this?

So you know, I think they get addicted to the rush.

I mean, you pulled off stuff like that and then you just go cold turkey.

That'd be tough.

That'd be real tough.

So prison was just another set.

In twenty thirteen, he's in Oh man, I'm not gonna try to say that prison's name.

Feel free to add a name in there, guy, So all right.

In two thousand and three, he's in Alcatraz and he pulls and escaped straight out of a blockbuster.

He's been reading up on explosives.

This guy was always learning, always planning.

So how he get his stuff to.

It's funny he's in prison, but he's able to look up stuff about explosion explosives.

Clearly really buckling down on the reading material.

Yeah, like, eh, whatever, prison escape for dummies.

I got this library.

It was it's a friends, it's not mine.

Put that.

Oh no.

So on August thirteenth, he smuggled.

He smuggled dynamite lightly through likely through a corrupt guard or a visitor.

It's actually believed through his brother who came and visited him, but some people think it was a guard that brought it in.

They never never was able to tie it to his brother.

At eight am, he lures four guards to a visiting room that boom blast the hole through five reinforced doors.

He got a fake gun and he takes the guard's hostage and walks out like he's in a Michael bayflick.

Cops is scrambling, but Fayid gone vanished into the suburbs.

So this dude escapes prison.

That's impressive.

Yeah, he did all these.

He did all these heist, pull them off, goes to jail, escapes.

There almost had to be a guard involved with the dynamite being smuggled.

If somebody else did it.

They're pretty anaabout what gets in and now they're gonna notice fucking dynamite.

And are you gonna hide dynamite in your prison pocket?

I don't think so.

That's a lot of Dyna Darwin awards.

Yes for that five dollars.

He farted blew his head off, but go figure.

Six weeks later, he's caught in a hotel near Paris, hiding with wigs and fake Id's back to prison.

So, I mean, so smart and everything he does so dumb.

It reminds me of that.

I don't remember what what one it was?

Oh uh the prison cock whatever?

Uh the episode I did that dude broke out a prison like four dimes and never went but right back to his boyfriend's house, you know every time, cock of the whatever.

I don't remember the name of that jailhouse.

Cock, that's what it was.

I knew there was cocking.

It had all kinds of cocking it.

You came up with the title for that one first before the even episode.

It's a horrible title.

We're like, we're doing it.

We're such rebels.

So anyways, back to prison, heavier security, but he's not finished.

In twenty eighteen.

He ups the Annie with a prison break that's pure Hollywood.

July first Ryu prison southeast of Paris.

His crew pulls off something insane.

A helicopter lands in the prison courtyard.

Fay's brothers planned it like a scene from a heist flick, hiring a pilot at gunpoint to fly in.

I don't know if you're you're got a gunpoint high, do you accept the job?

Do you accept the job?

They did.

They were hiring him and then but they told him where they wanted to go.

He refused, They pulled the guns.

So that's how that went.

So that is correct.

It's not willful.

So yeah, So the helicopter flies in.

Two guys jumped out, armed with assault rifles and a power grinder, cutting through a gate to reach Faid in a visitor the visiting room.

He's ready, calm as ever, probably grinning like the star of his own movie.

They got smoke bombs to mess with the guards.

They were in and out under ten minutes.

They were back in the chopper lifting off before the prison alarms even make sense to anyone.

So, all right, there's a little little bit that I messed.

I'm left out here.

They picked the helicopter person because of the specific helicopter he flew.

Yeah, because this is a this is a prison.

They had netting around the prison for just in case a helicopter came, but there was one part of the prison that didn't have it, and it's where he managed to get himself.

He planned this all out, and they knew the roles that if the help, they could not shoot because his guys in the tower.

They could not shoot at a helicopter if it didn't land.

If it was in there and it hadn't landed, they couldn't shoot at it.

This helicopter came down and hovered above the ground and waited, you know so and UH found right, So as long as it never touched down, they technically couldn't shoot at it.

So I mean smart, Yeah, So where was I?

The helicopter landed in a nearby field and they torch it to destroy evidence.

Straight out of a crime thriller.

Faid on the run again, but this time he's hiding and playing sight, using wigs, fake beards, even dressed as a woman in a burka.

At one point, he's got the movie star flair, blending into the parises underworld.

But the cops are relentless this time, of course they are.

This guy's made a fool out of him twice, you know, and he's got the death of a cop on his hands, and the whole, the whole, uh all.

This was exciting, but he was no longer a hero, you know.

He's like a folk here before.

But once, once that young lady police officer was killed, yeah, it was yep, no more.

He was all that was gone.

So on October third, twenty eighteen, they tracked him to an apartment and guess where his hometown where it all started.

He was arrested without a fight.

They found him hiding under a mattress, but you can bet he was already plotting his next move.

Back in prison, the French system throws the book at him.

In October twenty twenty three, he gets an extra fourteen years for the helicopter escape on top of the original thirty year sentence for the ice and other charges.

So he's looking at twenty sixty before he's eligible for release, and that's if he behaves, which, come on, must be real, That ain't his style.

Fayi's life was like one long movie.

With him as a director, he planned every job like a scripted a script, casing targets for months, rehearsing with his crew, mimicking the cool, calculated moves he saw on the screen.

The point break Bak job fell apart because of a sloppy crew member.

The l Circus Rouge inspired Van Heist is clean, no arrest, the heat deep ot raid, big score, but it led to his nineteen ninety eight capture.

Even in prison, he kept the plot twisting with those escape with those escapes, explosives in twenty thirteen, a helicopter in twenty eighteen, but every time the cops caught up.

And now he's locked down tight.

I faii didn't just rob Banks.

He lived like he was in a film, chasing that rush.

Whether he's done or still dreaming up one last act, I have to wait and see.

And that's the story.

That's a good one.

So if he gets out in twenty sixteen, twenty six he would be eighty eight.

Yeah, so yeah, he can move to China and fall in love with a avatar, right, So yeah, this dude is no joke, man.

But it's the same thing we talk about with all these They put so much into it, but once they're out, it's like every bit of smarts that they had.

It's just at the window, so smart and so stupid at the same time.

Yeah, I mean get out, and I'm gonna go directly back to my hometown, exactly where the cops know I'm gonna get going.

That's what you do.

They plan the hest meticulously, they plan the escape meticulously, but they don't plan what the hell they're gonna do at all afterwards.

And that's probably the most important part.

You know, if you're not going to try to get you're going back to your hometown, that's like, that's just stupid.

Once people drop their guard, that's when they get caught.

Yeah, and someone's gonna in your hometown.

Guess what people recognize you.

Scott's back.

Yeah, there he is.

He's here for the right shoes.

All the foot lockers locked down.

Yeah, there's so many people right now, Like, what the fuck are they talking about?

I don't I don't even know what that's a callback to.

It said, no fucking way with goals from all things out wageously dark, scary, beautiful, and totally true.

I can't believe I remembered that title.

I'm going back.

Yeah, it's like, no fucking way six or something five or three, somewhere between one and yeah somewhere there los in a long have to listen to all of them, I guess.

Oh well, so anyways, that was a great story, but I like that one.

All right, guys, well now we're gonna head over to the fire pit.

We will catch you over there.

I guess you know what's homities.

Can't try to the fire.

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Karen preach on System Now for my fire pit story.

March sixth, twenty seventeen.

I was six ish months pregnant, well forever, forever remember this day.

The weather in Iowa was strange.

Honestly, when is it not, with rain and thunderstorms.

I was supposed to have a massage that he evening, but my anxiety was running high and I didn't put two and two together.

When my massage therapist saw me, she told me we'd reschedule because there was no way I was going to be able to relax.

The evening progresses.

My significant other and I go to bed, and what happens when you're pregnant.

You need to get up a million times during the night to pee.

I get up and make it to the door when I hear a pop, pop pop.

I just froze, trying to rationalize what the sound was.

Where's the cat?

Fuck just jumped off the bed.

Dogs are sound asleep along with my guy being the overemotional and insane pregnant woman I was.

I woke up my guy.

He appeased me, got up and started looking in all the rooms.

I heard him make it to the kitchen and there was no shouting or struggling.

I go to meet him in the kitchen.

Side note, my guy is partially deaf.

He tried to tell me that it was the refrigerator.

I told him no, then excuse me.

He then felt the gas stove.

It was hot.

He looked behind the stove to find a seven inch flame.

He yelled, grabbed the animals.

We grabbed the three dogs, but the asshole cat ran and hid.

That's what cats do.

As we were running out the door, my guy was on the phone with nine one one.

We made our way to the detached garage to one of our vehicles and pulled into the street as the garage was close to the kitchen.

Not even thirty seconds later, a cop showed up and ran into the house to make sure nobody else was in there.

Not even thirty seconds later, three fire trucks appeared and firefighters ran in to ensure that the fire was out.

The aftermath of this was of this was us having to buy a new stove and fix the wall.

A small price to pay for our lives being saved by our unborn daughter.

I'm sure I have more.

When I remember another, I'll send it in.

Yeah, that's cary stuff.

If you hadn't got up to go pee, you know absolutely what would have happened.

That's another one of those times where somebody's definitely looking.

At divine interventions.

Yeah.

Absolutely could well be here.

Something in the middle of night.

Yeah, it could be, could be.

You know how we talked before about how stuff was happening around this house or whatever, when we had a lot of ghost stuff.

Nothing's happened for a long time.

Today it wasn't.

It was earlier this evening because we record rate before.

So you guys, this was yesterday to you.

Ah, knock on the door, or at least a knock.

It didn't necessarily come from the door.

And my son's like someone's at the door.

The dog barked to the knock, and I heard it in the other room.

We have cameras all around our house.

Our house is surrounded with cameras.

Nothing, no one was outside knocking on anything.

It was I heard the knock, the dog heard the knock, and lamb heard the knock.

Nothing and it's a distinct knock.

It's that's one of the things I said, happened before, it was a knock.

It happened again tonight.

That's always the kind of thing where you try to up and down to come up with a rational explanation just to calm yourself, and you just can't.

Satis, there's nothing scary about this house.

My house is new.

I mean, I it was built for us like five years ago.

You know, you know it doesn't show up on cameras.

Black eyed kids, black eyed kids.

Son's a bitch.

It's obviously what it was, without a doubt.

I don't know what else it could be, interdimensional, I guess, but no, I mean we had a little bit of knock him before, and it happened again.

I mean, I question sometimes, but the dog, when the dog reacts is when you're like, oh, because my dog doesn't bark ever unless someone is at the door.

My brother except for your brother, you guys, met Troy.

He didn't like he's the only person he's not like.

Ever.

He actually bit him.

And he's a little CHIWEENI.

He's a CHIHUAHUAWEENI mix.

He's tiny yet draw blood, but he ye not a big Troy fan.

So anyways, thank you Karen.

That was a great story.

Yeah, we appreciate that.

Guys, please get your stories into us Beyond the Shadows two o seven at gmail dot com or any of our socials and uh, that's gonna end it and we will catch you in the next one latter guys,