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(typewriter clicking)

(ominous music)

I'm Bill Dorian and this is Dorian Investigates.

Welcome to this series of podcasts which I'm calling

Group Home Tragedy.

Did you know that more than 57,000 kids under 18

in the care of welfare agencies have been placed in

group homes rather than with relatives or foster families?

It's true.

The majority of these teens, both boys and girls,

have been sent to such homes by the courts

for various offenses.

However, many of these teens had family issues

but no criminal records,

therefore they couldn't live with their parents

for extended periods of time.

Back in 1994 a group home in Morgan County Pennsylvania

was described in newspaper stories as the home of horror

after multiple disappearances and suspected murders

took place there.

Brian, you were one of the teens who survived

the incidents there correct?

Yes.

We should also acknowledge your girlfriend, Alyssa,

is here with us today, welcome Alyssa.

Thank you.

And you were not a resident of that group home, correct?

No, I only met Brian a few years ago.

Okay, we're only using first names here

for obvious reasons.

So Brian is it correct that the group home parent

was a former pro wrestler?

That's right.

And didn't it seem a bit strange that the group home

parent was a, used to be a pro wrestler?

Not really, I mean, some of these kids in these homes

can be really violent at times

so you're gonna need a big guy to control situations.

Would wrestling fans know him?

Maybe but I doubt it he went by the name

the Masked Mutilator.

(ominous music)

(crowd cheering)

[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, the following bout

has a 20 minute time limit.

Our referee for tonight's action is Mike Mitmen.

In this corner, from Denver Colorado, weighing 230 pounds,

Ricky the Cowboy Rogers.

(crowd cheering)

And his opponent, weighing in at 260 pounds,

from parts unknown, the Masked Mutilator.

(banging) (bell ringing)

(crowd roaring)

Are you alright?

(thumping)

(audience gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

Come on, slice the pretty boy, Rocker.

Slice him.

Come on, man, take him out.

He's a pussy.

Come on, go for it, man.

Oh, you're a big man with that bottle opener.

Shut up.

I told you never to touch my records, man.

Who gives a fuck about your crap, anyway?

Rocker, behind you.

You wanna try using that on me?

You're nothing but a fucking muscle head.

You just got yourself 48 hours in the cell, hot shot.

And the rest of you, get to bed.

(light ominous music) (grunting)

Now.

Hey man, I'll tell my counselor.

I could get you fired.

Great, I was thinking about a career change, anyway.

Enjoy the privacy.

(door slamming) (kicking door)

[Rocker] Shit.

(sighing)

(phone dialing)

Joan?

Nothing.

I couldn't sleep.

We're still on for Wednesday, right?

I have two days off, remember?

I thought you said you could arrange something.

Yeah, I know, but...

Is somebody there with you?

No, I didn't accuse you of nothing.

I just miss you.

Yeah, I know it's a shitty job.

What do you want me to do?

Yeah.

Well listen, try to work something out, okay?

I'm sure you can.

Oh fine, be a bitch.

Go to bed.

Man, I ain't eating this shit.

Looks like you already did.

[Carl] What's wrong with it?

Hey Carl, Rocker's in the cell.

Take his down to him, will you?

Yeah, God damn kids get room service around here.

I need the keys.

(ominous music)

Hey, what's this?

What's what?

[Vic] This.

It looks like somebody's fingernail.

Don't blame me.

I did the dishes before I went home last night.

Well, just in time for breakfast.

Good morning, Mr. Mandingo.

It's Mangino.

Mangino.

I brought you a new intern.

Steve Carson, nice to meet you.

Vic Mangino.

Steve's a child psychology major at Morgan State,

and he's lived here in town since he was a little boy.

Yeah, it worked out great.

This is gonna be my final project, working here.

I'm sure the children will all make you feel very welcome.

When's the board gonna do something about things?

I told you before, Vic, all these things take time.

The appropriate papers and records have been filed.

Hey, I went to that hurry-up-and-wait crap in the service.

You're not being very professional, Mr. Mangino.

Yeah?

Well how professional is it, Ms. Diaz,

to overcrowd the home?

You know what I'm talking about.

You sent me those papers on that new kid,

supposed to arrive today.

Where am I supposed to bunk him, in the refrigerator?

Be creative.

Yeah, creative management text indicates

that most facilities are never run

at maximum efficiency.

And that overcrowded conditions are most often

inaccurate perceptions by staff members

who don't realize the potential for new arrangements.

Hey, that's good, real good.

Maybe we can use that textbook

to clean the shit out of the clogged up toilet.

(laughing)

What are you guys looking at?

Your bus will be here in two minutes.

Snap to it.

Well, I gotta run.

Don't forget about the new resident.

He'll be here after school today.

Yeah.

Okay pal, let me show you to your new arrangement.

Nothing like a live-in experience, huh?

I've seen worse.

Where, the state prison?

You're into the heavyweight training?

No, I got this way eating Twinkies.

You got any more dumb questions?

Actually, I work out myself.

Diaz said there would be some

workout equipment here in the home.

Seems like a good idea,

let the kids work off some of their frustrations.

Don't tell me, let me guess.

You read that out of a textbook, right?

Just trying to be friendly.

Oh.

I noticed one kid missing at the breakfast table.

I only counted five.

So he's a math major too, huh?

I don't have to take your crap.

Yeah you do, pal.

'Cause I'm the man in charge here.

I'm the head house parent,

and you're just some snot nosed kid from college

who thinks he's gonna come in here and save the world.

Well it ain't gonna happen.

I bust my hump keeping them kids in line,

and no by-the-book asshole's gonna come in here

and screw things up.

I can read interns' applications.

I'm only two years older than you,

in case you thought otherwise.

So don't give me this shit about modern methods.

This ain't some theory, pal.

This is nasty reality.

You turn your back on some of these kids,

and they're gonna work you over real nice.

Now as for that kid who missed our little

continental breakfast this morning, he's in the cell.

What's the cell?

I like to call it forced privacy.

48 hours all by himself.

Just enough time to think about his anti-social behavior.

What about school?

Hell, he's already on a one month suspension

for decking a teacher.

No, I really think those people over

at Morgan Town High are pretty happy

that poor little Rocker ain't gonna be back for a while.

You think I could talk to this kid, Rocker?

I've gotta keep a diary for my course at college.

Or is that violating your restrictions?

No, as long as you talk in the cell.

Just don't let him get over on you.

Deal. (light ominous music)

This one's your copy.

Don't let it lay around.

Kids get a hold of it, I gotta change the lock.

Hey Commando.

Time to execute me?

Our comedian's name is George Roth.

It's Rocker.

And this is Mr. Carson.

Steve.

Mr. Carson is an intern house parent.

So don't give him any lip.

Tonight's my night to train.

Or are you gonna take that away from me, too?

You know the rules, smart ass.

You're a faggot, Mangino.

Hm.

Rocker.

You're into the heavy metal? Man, don't analyze me.

I'm so sick of that shit.

You wanna know why I'm in the cell?

'Cause I got a prick for a roommate, that's why.

Told him never to touch my records, but he did.

So we got into a little rumble.

Well if you were both fighting,

why isn't the other kid confined also?

That's what I say.

[Steve] Did you discuss that with Mangino?

(spitting)

Yeah, he comes out swinging first, and he talks later.

Maybe.

Anybody ever tell you what he did

before he came here? (ominous music)

No.

Killed some clown in the wrestling ring.

Snapped his neck right in two.

A professional wrestler?

Yeah.

And a dirty fuck.

He wore this mask and everything, man.

He still has his stupid getup.

It's in his room.

I saw it with my own two eyes.

Say, you're a pretty big guy.

You work out?

Oh sure.

Maybe we can train together some time.

Not with that asshole on my back.

[Steve] Well maybe I can talk to him,

working something out.

Sure, man.

That mother fucker is no picnic.

Ask anybody.

Except my roommate, the pussy.

Actually, it might be against the law, or some code,

to keep a resident confined in a room this size.

In case there was an emergency, or something.

I like the way you think.

You should be giving Commando lessons.

Well, remember, it is my first day.

So, so what?

There's plenty of guys here that could

tell you stories about the way

the muscle head works.

We were even gonna write a letter

to the paper on time, but we just never did.

Well, let me see what I can do.

(birds chirping)

(light suspenseful music)

Brian, could you explain for our audience,

how and why you came to live

in the Morgan County group home?

[Brian] Well, I ended up in court,

because of a pool hall fight I was in.

See, this girl bumped into a player.

He went off on her, I stepped in,

and his pals jumped me.

The cops were called,

and I was charged with disorderly conduct.

The judge told me I was being disrespectful

coming into his court room with long hair.

And he wouldn't tolerate it.

In the end, I got six months probation,

and sent to Morgan County.

Naturally, I was upset.

To top it off, this wrestling guy,

the house parent, picks me up at the court house,

and acts all tough right off the bat.

For some stupid reason,

I still remember spitting out my gum,

and the dick made me pick it up.

Well, then he drives me to a barber shop.

They chop off all my hair,

and then we head out to who the hell knows where.

I had been in group homes before.

So I was expecting the worst.

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

You can bunk here with gorgeous George.

Hey Commando, the name's Greg.

And this is Brian Worth.

Whose shit is this?

That's Rocker's.

He's confined to the cell right now.

I'll get him another roommate.

That alright with you, pretty boy?

When the dickhead kicks out,

he'll want to kick your ass, too,

for taking his room.

Do you see me sweating?

I'll let you two ladies work this out.

[Brian] Command for a house parent, great.

Commando, you mean.

That's what everybody calls Vic.

He's not so bad, though.

I've seen worse.

Oh yeah? (ominous music)

You've been in other homes, too?

Yeah, both me and my sister.

Your sister, huh?

Is she nice?

You touch my sister, I'll break your head open.

(suspenseful music)

Practice.

You need a lot more practice.

(light ethereal music)

Didn't your mommy ever teach you to lock the door?

Didn't your mommy ever teach you to knock?

I don't remember.

I thought you had your claws on Jake.

Jake who?

As far as I can tell,

you're the only hunk around here.

But you act like you don't like girls.

I like girls.

Some of them.

You think I'm a slut, don't you?

I don't know, are you?

You know, I don't know why the guys

all call you a pussy.

You feel like all man to me.

I can lock the door.

And we could.

(ominous music)

Yeah, he's a puss.

Man, it's fake, man.

You're bigger than he is.

Man, chuckle head can't weight more than 190 at most.

Man, look at his pencil arms.

Please.

I'm so glad that Greg is rooming with someone like you.

I think you guys have a lot more in common.

I like Greg, a lot.

But that Rocker, I don't know about that guy.

Rocker's crazy.

He and my brother were always getting into fights.

And with those two jerks.

My brother's always alone.

He used to get really pissed off because

Rocker used to always hit on me.

Oh yeah?

Fucking bastard.

Sorry.

But like me and Greg,

we'll look out for each other.

(ominous music)

You know, I was in a home once,

where the house parent actually set up fights

between the kids.

He got his rocks off watching guys work each other over.

A cook, and a social worker,

actually bet on the fights, too.

Nice, huh?

Hey Commando.

Recognize any of your old pals?

No, I guess you wiped out all

your opponents in the ring, didn't you?

What are you looking at?

An asshole, I guess.

Come over here and say that karate kid.

Hey. (suspenseful music)

You guys wanna show off some muscle?

Fine, get down on the floor and give me 50.

Now.

Mangino, you mother fucker.

I'll sock your fucking face.

I'm sick of being locked up in here.

Let's get some fucking air, you asshole.

This place sucks.

You head me, Commando?

I ain't staying in here man, you got me?

Seems like you have to work off a little energy.

There's nothing to do, man, nothing.

You said you wanted to work out.

Yeah, so?

Well, do you ever notice how things get misplaced,

forgotten?

Now if a guy were smart,

and new how to keep his mouth shut,

he might find something like this left behind.

Accidentally.

And then the guy might be able to slip out,

to train, or whatever,

slip back in where he's supposed to be,

and nobody has to know.

(ominous music)

See, if this were placed on the outside of the door,

but not quite clicked all the way into the locked position,

but close enough to where it appeared locked.

Yeah, nice.

But only to train, agreed?

Sure, man.

(locker slamming)

(upbeat rock music)

What are you doing?

I just wrote mom a letter.

Do you wanna hear it?

Yeah.

Okay.

Dear mom, greetings from your favorite son and daughter.

We miss your cooking, and lots of other stuff.

How are you?

Leslie and I think about you every day.

We can't wait until we can be a family again,

like we used to be.

Have you heard from dad?

He sent us 20 bucks last week, but no letter.

What does the doctor say about your nerves?

I hope you're relaxing, like you should.

Yeah, write mommy a letter.

At least we have a mother.

Hey, you think you're pretty tough, don't you?

Well Rocker's in the cell 'cause of her.

If she had kept her mouth shut,

Vic wouldn't have found out about your little rumble.

- Fuck you. - Greg.

Yeah, come on, pretty boy.

I'll take you.

Oh yeah?

Hey man, if I were you,

I wouldn't mess with Mason.

He'll waste you.

(sniffing)

Smell something, Greg?

(sniffing)

Yeah, it stinks like cow shit.

Hey, don't push it.

I'm hearing the boys are working faggots over real good.

[Brian] Anytime, Jake.

(upbeat rock music)

(grunting)

(metal banging)

That's enough of that shit.

(suspenseful music)

What the fuck?

(slashing)

(grunting)

(upbeat rock music)

(eerie music)

You call the police?

That's not the way we do it.

You have a kid missing.

Your textbooks ever mention how many walk-aways

a place like this has in the average month?

If I called the cops every time a kid skipped out on us,

I'd be jailed for false alarms.

Rocker will be back.

He gets hungry, or misses his stereo.

You think so?

What bothers me the most is how

Rocker got out of the cell.

You and I are the only ones with keys.

Where's yours?

I got it.

Here, what, do you think I lost it?

You know, there's basically two kinds of people.

Some guys like to buck the system,

and some like to keep it rolling along,

just the way it is.

And I guess you must be the second kind.

Reading's a waste of time.

Especially if you can't read.

Guys don't care what books you read.

Except maybe those sex books about positions and everything.

But I prefer learning things from experience.

I bet.

I see you talking to that new guy.

He's a real fox.

Great ass, don't you think?

Tell me, does he know you never do it?

You're brother's got a nice ass, too.

Greg is too good for a bitch like you.

Oh, well that's not nice.

I mean, I think your brother is really good-looking.

Boy, is he hung.

Leslie dear, your brother is just as horny

as the rest of the guys around here.

I know that from experience.

You're a liar.

Greg wouldn't screw around with a sleaze like you.

Oh no?

You're disgusting.

You're disgusting.

Well at least guys like me a lot.

I know Commando's hot for me.

He's always staring at my tits.

And that new college guy, Steve.

I know for sure I could get him into bed,

just like that. (snapping)

Too bad Rocker ran away,

then you could do it with him in the cell

right after you do it with Steve.

I don't think Rocker ran away.

I think there's something weird going on.

(light ominous music)

Rocker would never split without his albums and stuff.

Why would he leave just like that?

(grunting)

(metal clanking)

Giving up already, Mason?

You know, you really should get those elbows

up a little higher.

You can do better, man?

My grandmother could do better.

(metal clanking)

(metal clanking)

Think you're up to it?

(grunting) (metal clanking)

Don't strain yourself, little one.

(grunting) (metal clanking)

That's it?

Hey Commando, you forget,

I can only do it with sets of four.

Excuses, excuses.

Hey, you know.

Gee. You want my attention boy?

Use my name.

Don't ever grab me unless you're ready

to face the consequences.

Alright man, I'm sorry.

Hey, is it true you were really

a professional wrestler at one time?

Yeah.

You didn't know you were working

with the Masked Mutilator?

That's right, isn't it, Commando?

That's old news. (ominous music)

You killed a guy in the ring, didn't you, Commando?

It's all fake, huh, Commando?

Not always.

(water running)

(banging on door)

(banging on door)

(banging on door)

Hurry it up in there.

You've been in there an hour.

What's your hurry?

You better bundle up,

before you catch pneumonia.

Thanks for caring.

Excuse me.

Want some company?

Give me a break.

If you're counting on getting any action from Leslie,

save your breath.

I think she's a lezzie. (ominous music)

(door slamming)

(suspenseful music)

(gasping)

You rat.

It's about time.

Is the little virgin occupied?

Yeah, she's in the TV room with her brother.

Watching some dumb movie.

(lock clicking)

But just in case.

You know, for a minute there,

I thought you might've drowned in that bathroom.

Well I took a long, hot bath,

so I'd be nice and loose.

Do you got the stuff?

What stuff, Marcy?

Don't hold out on me, Jake.

I know you got some joints stashed

somewhere around this shit hole.

You said you'd turn me on.

I thought I was.

Very funny.

Look, it's too early.

If Vic catches me with that shit,

he's gonna cut my balls off.

And you're afraid of that muscle head?

Him, no way, it's just that,

well he could get me busted with that shit.

Well then, maybe I'll just see if Brian's up for some fun.

Don't play that shit with me, Marcy.

Besides, you know I'm the best you've ever had.

I know, Jake.

But you promised to share.

Come on, just for me.

Vic will never know.

And besides, don't you want a little of this?

Alright.

(ominous music)

It's in the attic.

I'll be back in five minutes.

(suspenseful music)

(smacking)

(radio squelching)

(light music playing)

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

(ominous music)

Jake.

Come on, stop messing around.

(gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie music) (fast-paced breathing)

(pounding)

Yo, it's too bad Jake and Marcy ran off last night.

Chicken was Jake's favorite.

Right after pussy, that is.

Looks like pizza for me tonight.

[Carl] Did you save some of it?

No no, it's just that, everybody runs off, Carl,

you and me are gonna be out of a job.

Shit, all the same to me.

I got some unemployment coming.

I'll have to get a job at Doug's.

Yeah, or the Madison.

(laughing)

What's so funny?

Three kids missing, and you're kidding around.

I guess you can't complain about overcrowded conditions now.

I just assumed you were handling the whole thing.

You did call Ms. Diaz to file a report, didn't you?

I mean, where would we all be if you hadn't

shown up to help us?

You've got dangerous troubled kids here to look after,

and you make it all sound like nothing.

Are you gonna take full responsibility for these kids

if they get into trouble on the streets?

Well, are you?

Now listen to me, mister textbook,

you don't know anything about these kids.

And in fact, until you showed up,

things ran pretty smooth around here.

Didn't they, Carl?

So why the fuck don't you go out

and set up your road blocks?

Put bars on the windows, chains on their legs,

handcuff 'em to their beds.

Would that make you happy?

(grunting)

Be sure to make a note of that in your diary.

Mr. Carson. (light ominous music)

I ain't heating it up,

so dig in before the damn chicken gets cold.

One more year, and that's it.

I'm out of places like this, forever.

You know, it's they can't hold you after you turn 18.

Where are you gonna go?

I don't know.

I was thinking about using my Martial Arts,

to try to get me into one of those kung fu movies.

I met a guy once who said they're making

movies like that in New York.

You know, hop a bus, knock on some doors.

It could happen.

The movies, you're kidding.

No, what about you?

Well, there's a chance that I can make up with my mom.

So maybe I'll get to live with her again.

Me and Greg.

You know, you're beautiful.

No, I mean it.

You really are.

Oh that's cute. (ominous music)

That's so cute, you get me right here.

Leslie baby, if you're horny,

you want a real man, baby,

here's what you're looking for.

What's up, big man?

Piece of shit.

What's up, Leslie?

I'm... (smacking)

Get your hands off her now, mother fucker.

Tell this creep he had better leave

before I kick his ass.

Come on, big man.

Mangino ain't here this time.

Yeah, you're right.

(smacking) (suspenseful music)

You still think you're mister wonderful?

Show me what you got. (smacking)

(smacking) (grunting)

(coughing)

Fuck me.

How'd that happen, big shot?

Fucking kill him, man.

You just got the cell, boy.

I'll fucking kill him.

Hey, maybe we'll have these guys talk it out.

Take your psychology crap and shove it.

Oh yeah, well your methods work really great, don't they?

Hell, you don't like 'em, pack your stuff

and get the hell out.

Go back to your group therapy shit at school.

Just stay out of my way.

Come on, come on. (grunting)

Come on, Commando.

Come on, man.

Now listen, Mason.

You and I both know who started

that little scuffle in there.

Let's just say a technicality saved you this time.

- Alright, let me go. - Listen.

I'm telling you.

One more incident like that,

and you and me are gonna go a couple of rounds.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on. - I swear.

You'll pray for yourself if it comes down to that.

- Alright. - You got me?

Yeah.

(metal clanking)

(panting)

Fucking Commando.

Someday I'll be twice your size, mother fucker.

And we'll see who's gonna be number one.

(panting)

(suspenseful music)

(choking and grunting)

(light eerie music)

Mason got out of line, but I took care of it.

Leslie, you sure you're okay?

He looks out for me. (gentle music)

Sorry, Brian.

You sorry?

Hey, it wasn't your fault.

And, I like taking care of you.

Do you love me?

What do you think?

(suspenseful music)

(gentle eerie music)

It still hurts, doesn't it?

Just a little stiff, that's all.

I could fix it.

Take off your shirt, and turn around and lie on the bed.

This sounds like it could get kinky.

Ow.

That feels good.

That's because I have very talented hands.

That could get you into trouble.

Lower, lower.

(suspenseful music) (shushing)

What the hell is wrong, Greg?

- It's Vic, he killed Mason. - What?

Vic, in the garage, with his old wrestling mask on.

I just saw him, he's whacko.

Stuffing Mason's body into bags.

You're not making any sense, man.

I just saw him, with my own eyes.

The others didn't run away.

I bet he butchered them, too.

Whoa, where are you guys going?

It's after curfew.

So?

So get back to your rooms.

I seen it man, everything.

What are you talking about?

Mason. (eerie music)

[Vic] What about Mason?

It was your mask.

My mask?

They're gonna fry you, Commando.

Don't threaten me, punk.

I'm no punk, dickhead.

Wow.

Get back to your rooms, now.

(smacking) (suspenseful music)

(smacking)

(smacking) (grunting)

(metal clanging)

(light eerie music)

It's okay, relax.

Everything's okay now.

He's as strong as an ox.

[Greg] I'll go get something to tie him with.

Hurry up.

You alright?

Hurry up, Greg.

What's this?

Vic tried to kill us.

What do you mean Vic tried to kill you?

I can prove it, I saw everything.

He killed Mason, down in the gym.

It was him, he was wearing his old wrestling mask.

We gotta go to the police now.

I can't believe this, Vic a killer.

See, them other kids didn't run away.

I bet he's got their bodies stashed

around here some place.

The guy's crazy.

No wonder he never made a big deal

about contacting the authorities.

Okay, here's what we'll do.

Leslie, you stay here with Brian.

Greg, you come with me to make the phone call,

since you saw what happened in the weight training area.

What do I dial, 911?

No, it's not really an emergency anymore.

I'd just dial the regular police department.

- Okay. - Probably under police calls.

They're never around when you need 'em.

Yeah, you're right.

I remember one time when I was small,

about 10 or 11 years old,

me and my older sister Karen, who was 13, 14,

we went for a walk down by the Trout Creek,

and a bunch of kids,

in fact, kids from this very group home,

they jumped out of the bushes. (suspenseful music)

They began to push us around.

What are we in, Morgan Hill Township Police?

Thugs.

That's what they were, thugs.

Two or three of 'em were high school age, big.

Two of the smaller ones (suspenseful music)

held me down, almost choked me.

Those kids forced Karen to the ground.

[Greg] This is it, 555-7400.

The dark haired guy, he zipped open his jeans,

and I saw him pull Karen's panties down.

[Greg] We gotta call the police, Steve.

He was about your size.

And he took out his penis,

and he forced it into Karen.

And his pals just laughed.

She screamed, and she screamed,

(screaming)

and he just kicked her in the head to make her stop.

No, they're never around when you need them.

You kids live like animals. (suspenseful music)

Filthy animals.

Wasting taxpayers' money.

Shits like you.

Where are they?

Greg, hurry up.

Come on, rape my sister now.

You can't, can you?

Come on.

Fucking stinking place is a breeding nest

for scum like you.

Come on.

Fight, you fuck, fight, fight.

(neck cracking)

Gee Greg, I guess you're not gonna make that phone call.

Pay attention.

I guess you can't, can you?

(sighing)

And the winner is, the Masked Mutilator.

Alright, you stay here.

I'm gonna go see what's taking 'em so long.

No, I'm scared, Brian.

Please do not leave me alone with him.

Alright, come on.

(suspenseful music)

Where's Greg?

He can't hear you, Leslie.

He's taking a nap.

In fact, he's taking a permanent nap.

Did I ever tell you what a big

professional wrestling fan I was?

No?

Gee, I must have forgot.

You know, some of the holds can be very lethal.

And you don't even have to borrow a mask.

You're fucked up, man.

No, you kids are fucked up,

and you fuck up everything you touch.

(smacking)

(smacking) (grunting)

(smacking (grunting)

Ask him, ref.

Ask him.

Ask him if he gives.

Ask him.

Ask him, ref.

You bitch. (crying)

You're nothing like Karen.

Nothing.

You wanna feel what it was like?

What they did to Karen.

No, no, no, no, no.

(smacking)

(suspenseful rock music)

(smacking)

(smacking) (grunting)

(smacking) (grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(smacking)

(smacking)

(grunting)

(eerie music) (metal clanging)

(suspenseful music)

(panting)

And you saw it all.

Yes.

So let me understand this correctly.

You saw your house parent, Vic Mangino,

actually kill the intern Steve Carson,

using a lethal choke hold.

Exactly, but it was in self defense.

And you testified to that in the murder trial.

Yeah, absolutely, me and Leslie.

And what became of Mangino?

He was convicted of involuntary manslaughter.

He got like seven to 10.

I mean, we kids had it all wrong about him.

We was Marine-like though, you know,

but he actually saved my life.

And he saved Leslie's life.

We owe him.

We tried to locate Mr. Mangino,

but were not successful.

We did, however, locate Steve Carson's younger brother,

and he will be our guest on the next episode

of Group Home Tragedy.

Until then, this is Bill Dorian for Dorian Investigates.

I'm so glad you were willing to do this interview, Michael.

Don't call me Michael.

It's Mike, nothing more.

That's what we agreed on, right?

Yes, absolutely.

Mike.

And if I don't like a question,

I'm not fucking answering it.

Of course.

Five minutes, tops.

Fine.

So I'll do my intro, and then we'll just talk.

I'm Bill Dorian, and this is Dorian Investigates.

(eerie music) (echoing robotic speaking)

Today's episode continues our series

Group Home Tragedies.

Now those will be unsolved crimes...

(voice drowned out my voices in head)

As the home before, group home,

child welfare services has most of it's...

Assumed of the murder.

Our special guest today is Michael.

Mike. (eerie music)

The younger brother of a psychology intern

who worked at Morgan County during

his senior year in college.

Here.

Look at it.

He's dead.

Murdered by his boss at that fucking home.

And the fucking guy got away with it.

And my sister Karen, years before that.

Raped and murdered.

And you call that fucking justice?

There's no justice.

Let me tell you something.

They're not gonna get away with it.

Plus, what's the point in talking about it?

What the fuck is this gonna accomplish?

This is all a fucking joke coming here,

police and reporters.

You're all worthless fucking pieces of shit.

- Would you... - Would I what?

This interview is over.

Not one more fucking question.

[Bill] Please.

(grunting)

(eerie suspenseful music)

Shut the fucking stereo off.

That's all my old man used to say to me.

Never, how's it going, wanna go hunting?

Just shut the fucking stereo off.

And my mom, she'd like, apologize with her eyes.

She never stood up for me, though.

That's exactly why I don't take shit from nobody.

My last stepmother used to come on to me real bad.

When I told my case worker, she called me a fucking liar.

I might have lied about a lot of things,

but that was the damn truth.

Just be sitting on the couch watching TV,

and she'd come in and sit down close to me,

put her hand down the front of my pants and play with me.

So I ran away.

For about the millionth time.

I grew up real fast.

I had to.

When I was 10, I weighed over 150 pounds.

Dad called me a lard ass.

Kids at school made fun of me.

I'd always run home crying.

Dad hated me crying.

(gentle music)

What do judges know about a family?

What do they care?

Leslie's all my family now.

Sometimes, it's hard to remember when things were normal.

Vacations with mom and dad,

at least the good ones before all their fighting.

Dad's got another family now,

and mom had a nervous breakdown.

I can't forget that picture of mom,

sitting in the hospital cafeteria,

staring at the TV.

She always told us God takes care of good people.

Right.

I don't know why he left my mom.

She was so pretty.

She always told me that I had her eyes.

(light instrumental music)

See, I just want guys to like me so much,

that they never leave me.

Never.

But I'm not gonna write a book of poems about it.

What good does that do?

I fight because I have to.

Not because I want to.

Sure, I learned Martial Arts to protect my ass.

Eight new schools since the third grade, go figure.

New kid fights mostly everywhere we went.

High school hot shots in pickup trucks.

Always begging to kick my ass.

One more assault charge,

and I'm going away for some serious time.

Sometimes, I wish that I could just fall asleep,

never wake up again.

I'm afraid that I'm gonna get sick like my mother.

I can't cause Greg all that pain.

I just want him to be happy.

Greg and I, when we were little,

we used to mock The Brady Bunch all the time.

And now, I would do anything to be one of them.