"CHARLIE KIRK'S KILLER CAUGHT, OREGON BOYFRIEND'S BIZARRE BOND REQUEST & WIFE KILLER GETS JAILHOUSE JUSTICE"

0:03 Caalarogu Shark Media. Good morning, I'm Reed Carter. Monday September fifteenth, twenty twenty five, when we recorded our weekend shows about American assassinations, Charlie Kirk's killer was still at large. Well Friday night, while you were sleeping, the FBI found him in a Nevada motel room with a manifesto, a bag of cash, and the delusion he was a hero. Tyler Robinson, twenty two years old, college dropout, political radical, and now facing the death penalty in Utah, will break down his capture, his pathetic manifesto, and why he thought murdering a conservative speaker would make him a revolutionary instead of just another loser with a gun. Plus, an Oregon murder suspect has the most bizarre bond request I've ever seen. He wants out to preserve evidence on the phone of the girlfriend he allegedly killed and Brian Walsh, who definitely didn't murder his wife despite googling how to dispose of a one hundred and fifteen pound body just got stabbed in prison.

1:10 Turns out even murderers have standards. This is celebrity trials. Tyler Robinson was arrested early Friday morning at two forty seven AM at a motel six in Henderson, Nevada. The news broke while most of America was having their morning coffee. Three days after assassinating Charlie Kirk, three days of manhunt, three days of him thinking he'd gotten away with it. He hadn't. The FBI tracked him through the oldest mistake in the book. He used his credit card. This genius, this revolutionary mastermind, used his own credit card to buy gas in Saint George, Utah, Thursday afternoon, then again in Mesquite, Nevada, Thursday evening, then for the motel room Thursday night. He planned a political assassination for months, but didn't think to use cash. This is your hero political extremists, a twenty two year old who doesn't understand basic fugitive principles. When the FBI breached his motel room at two forty seven am, Robinson was awake on his laptop writing adding to his manifesto in the middle of the night, because apparently murdering someone for their politics requires extensive documentation that can't wait until morning. He surrendered immediately, no shootout, no resistance, just hands up crying, saying I didn't mean for it to happen like this, didn't mean for what to happen. You positioned yourself on a roof with a rifle, you aimed

2:43 at a man's head, You pulled the trigger. What did you think would happen? Confetti? The manifesto, and I've seen excerpts is exactly what you'd expect from a twenty two year old who thinks violence equals virtue. One hundred and fifty six pages of grievance, quotes from Mark's Chay Gavara and bizarrely, Harry Potter, because nothing says serious political revolutionary like quoting Dumbledore next to your murder confession. He called Kirk a propagandist, poisoning young minds, said he was stopping the spread of fascism, claimed he was willing to sacrifice everything for progress. You sacrificed nothing. You took everything from Charlie Kirk, from his wife, from his children, and for what your manifesto That reads like a college freshman's political science paper if the freshman was failing. Robinson's background is pathetically predictable. Middle class family in Colorado dropped out of UC Boulder after one semester, worked at a coffee shop, lived with his parents, spent sixteen hours a day online in political echo chambers. His parents released a statement, we are devastated. We had no idea Tyler was passionate about politics, but we never imagined violence. They never do. Parents never imagine their kid posting revolutionary memes in their childhood bedroom would actually pick up a gun. Robinson's online history tells the story started with normal political posts in twenty twenty,

4:13 by twenty twenty three calling for action not words, by twenty twenty four, posting about necessary violence and revolutionary sacrifice. The FBI found his planning materials, surveillance photos of Kirk from six different events, maps of Utah Valley University dated three months ago, a journal detailing Kirk's speaking schedule, practice shooting records from a range in Denver. Books on sniper tactics ordered from Amazon Amazon. He ordered assassination guides from Amazon with prime shipping. Probably, But here's what really gets me. Robinson thought he'd be celebrated. His manifesto talks about inspiring others, about being remembered as a hero, about statues in his honor.

4:57 No statues. Tyler just a cell than an Utah has the death penalty, and they use it for assassins. His lawyer, public defender, Sarah Martinez, is already floating the mental health defense, claims Robinson has undiagnosed disorders and was radicalized online. Radicalized online, he radicalized himself. Nobody forced him to consume extremist content for hours. Nobody made him by a rifle. Nobody pulled the trigger but him. The judge denied bail, obviously called Robinson an extreme danger to society and specifically to conservative speakers. Robinson cried at the hearing, actually cried, the revolutionary assassin, reduced to tears because jail is uncomfortable. You know who else?

5:45 Cried Kirk's four year old daughter when she asked why daddy isn't coming home. Kerk's six year old son at the funeral, Kirk's widow every night since Wednesday. But Robinson's tears are supposed to matter. His mental health is the concern. He's the victim of online radicalization. No, he's a murderer, a coward who shot an unarmed man from a distance, A nobody who killed to somebody to feel important. Tyler Robinson twenty two thought he was starting a revolution. Instead, he's ending his life in a Utah prison. The manifesto he thought would inspire millions will be evidence at his trial. The hero's reception he expected will be replaced by lethal injection.

6:27 Charlie Kirk is still dead, his children still fatherless, his wife still widowed. But at least his killer is caught. At least Robinson will face justice. At least this particular monster is in a cage. The revolution Tyler Robinson wanted. It's not coming, just as execution. Now to Oregon, where murder suspect Cameron Mitchell has made possibly the most audacious bond request in legal history. Mitchell, twenty eight, is charged with murdering his girlfriend, Ashley Pond, twenty six. She was found dead in their Portland apartment August fifteenth, strangled. Mitchell called nine one one, claiming he found her that way after returning from a coffee run. A coffee run at three am, because everyone needs a latte at three am.

7:18 The prosecution's case is strong. Neighbors heard fighting until two forty five am. Mitchell has scratches on his face and arms, Ashley's blood under his fingernails. Security footage shows he never left the building. The coffee shop he claimed to visit was closed. But here's where it gets bizarre. Mitchell's attorney filed a motion for bond with this argument, Ashley's phone contains evidence that could exonerate his client, but it's locked. They need Mitchell out to preserve and access this evidence. Let me translate, they want Mitchell out so he can unlock his dead girlfriend's phone and probably delete the evidence of abuse she documented. The motion actually states, mister Mitchell knows the passcode to miss pond On's phone, which contains crucial evidence. This evidence may degrade or be lost if not properly preserved. Evidence doesn't degrade on a locked phone, it sits there waiting. What degrades is Mitchell's story when that phone is unlocked by forensics. Prosecutor Janet Williams responded, beautifully, the defendant wants bail to tamper with evidence. He's literally asking permission to destroy proof of his guilt. But Mitchell's attorney, David Chen doubled down, claims there are time sensitive materials on the phone, like what disappearing texts, evaporating photos, self deleting proof of domestic violence. The real reason they want that phone unlocked. Ashley's friend testified she helped Ashley document the abuse, photos of bruises, recordings of threats, a digital

8:50 diary of domestic violence. Mitchell knows what's on that phone. That's why he wants out, not to preserve evidence, to destroy it. The judge's response was perfect, mister, Chen, are you seriously arguing your client should be released to handle evidence in his own murder case? Do you understand how that sounds. Chen tried to argue it would be supervised, Mitchell would unlock the phone in the presence of officers, right because no one has ever deleted things quickly because the delete button doesn't exist. The motion was denied. Obviously, Mitchell remains in jail on no bond, as he should. But the audacity the sheer balls to ask a judge to let you out to preserve evidence on the phone of the woman you allegedly strangled. Ashley Pond was a teacher second grade, had twenty four seven year olds who loved her, was planning to leave Mitchell. Her sister testified to that was documenting abuse to get a restraining order.

9:51 Now she's dead and her killer wants access to her phone to help with evidence. Cameron Mitchell thought he was smart, thought that coffee sh jop alibi would work. Thought those scratches were from moving furniture. Thought Ashley's phone would stay locked forever. He was wrong. The phone will be unlocked by forensics, the evidence will be preserved, and Mitchell will spend his life in prison wondering how his three a m. Coffee run story didn't work. Ashley Pond deserved better than dying at twenty six. Her students deserve their teacher, her family deserved her future. Instead, they get to watch her killer make ridiculous bond motions about preserving evidence he wants to destroy. Justice for Ashley is coming, just not the way Cameron Mitchell planned. Will be right back with Brian Walsh, who learned that even in prison, nobody likes a wife killer.

11:03 Brian Walsh is having a bad week. Actually he's been having a bad year and a half, but this week got worse when fellow inmates at MCI Norfolk decided to give him some jailhouse justice. Thursday night, Walsh was stabbed three times in the prison shower. Survived. Unfortunately, now he's in protective custody. Because apparently murdering your wife makes you unpopular in prison. Let me remind you about Brian Walsh, because this is a special kind of evil. January first, twenty twenty three, Anna Walsh, mother of three boys ages two, four, and six, disappears. Brian doesn't report her missing until January fourth, three days later, claims she left for a work emergency in DC. But here's where Brian Walsh proved he's the stupidest murderer we've covered this month. He sat at his computer and typed into Google how long before a body starts to smell? Then he searched how to di dispose of a one hundred and fifteen pound woman's body on a weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds. Next, search how to clean blood from wooden floor? Their basement had wooden floors.

12:12 He kept going what happens when you put body parts in ammonia? Then, showing he was thinking about his options. Best state to divorce for a man, he googled murdering his wife step by step like he was following a recipe for banana bread. Then he did it. Then he googled how to cover it up. Anna's body has never been found but prosecutors found plenty in those ten trash bags. Brian tried to dispose of blood in the basement, a bloody knife in the bedroom, her COVID vaccination card cut up into little pieces like confetti of guilt. They found a hacksaw, a hatchet, enough cleaning supplies to disinfect a hospital, all stuffed in trash bags like the world's most incriminating garbage day. Brian's story kept changing faster than a teenage major's excuse for missing curfew. First Anna went to d C for work. Then he remembered, maybe she went to her mother's. Oh wait, possibly she had a secret boyfriend he just remembered. Finally, he just didn't remember when he last saw the mother of his three children. The real story, Brian owed money, mountains of it. He was about to be sentenced for art fraud. This genius had been selling fake warhols. Anna was the breadwinner, bringing home real money while Brian was painting fake masterpieces. Her life insurance was worth two point seven million dollars. So he killed her, dismembered her, disposed of her, and googled every step like he was afraid he'd forget. His trial is set for

13:44 October twenty twenty six. Was supposed to be this October, but got delayed because Brian keeps firing lawyers. He's on his fourth legal team. Apparently it's hard to find attorneys who want to defend a man who googled his murder plans. But Thursday, inmates decided not to wait for trial. Three puncture wounds delivered with prison precision abdomen, shoulder, neck, Not deep enough to kill, just deep enough to send a message that echoed through the cell block. Prison has a hierarchy. Everyone understands. Child molesters live at the bottom, afraid to shower, afraid to eat, afraid to breathe wrong. Wife killers sit just above them, slightly higher on the food chain, but still prey. Cop killers their royalty. Bank robbers get respect, drug dealers get left alone, but wife killers they get shanked in showers. The attack was choreographed like a violent ballet.

14:45 Three inmates working in concert one distracted the guard with questions about Commissary two. Did the stabbing with weapons fashioned from god knows what quick efficient message delivered in under thirty seconds. Walsh's attorney, Tracing, is crying about it like her client is the victim here. My client was viciously attacked. He needs protection. This is cruel and unusual punishment. Cruel. Brian googled how to dispose of his wife's one hundred and fifteen pound body while she was probably still warm. Unusual. He hacked up the mother of his children and distributed her in dumpsters across Massachusetts like he was delivering terrible packages.

15:28 But three stab wounds are cruel and unusual. Anna Walsh was thirty nine, a regional manager for a DC real estate company who actually earned money instead of painting fake art. Mother of three boys who still ask where mommy went. Those boys don't understand that daddy turned mommy into Google searches and garbage bags. They just know she didn't come home. Brian's in protective custody, now solitary confinement, twenty three hours a day, staring at white walls, one hour for e X exercise in a cage, no contact with other inmates, no one to talk to except the voices in his head that probably sound like Google search suggestions. That's his life until trial, then if convicted, that's his life forever alone, afraid, knowing that every time he leaves that cell someone might be waiting with a sharpened toothbrush handle. The inmates who stabbed him, they'll get time added to their sentences, thirty days in the hole, maybe sixty. They don't care. In prison, stabbing a wife killer isn't punishment. It's a resume builder.

16:35 It's currency, it's respect. Brian Walsh thought he was smart. Thought googling murder methods was research. Thought Anna would just disappear into his computer searches, and he'd collect insurance like a lottery winner. Instead, he's bleeding in protective custody, jumping at every sound, while Anna's children grow up without their mother, three boys who will learn someday that Daddy didn't just make mommy disappear. He googled how to do it first. Sometimes justice comes from a jury of twelve. Sometimes it comes from a shiv in a shower. Brian Walsh is learning that wife killers don't do well in prison. He's got decades more to learn that, lesson one paranoid shower at a time. The guards will protect him, they have to, but they'll take their time responding to alarms. They'll look the other way at the right moments, because even guards have wives. Even guards understand that some crimes don't deserve protection.

17:29 Brian Walsh wanted to know how long before a body starts to smell. Now he knows how long before a wife killer starts to bleed? About eighteen months. Apparently that's Celebrity Trials from Monday, September fifteenth. Tyler Robinson thought he was a revolutionary hero. He's just another killer facing death row. Cameron Mitchell thought he could unlock evidence to save himself. The evidence will bury him. Brian Walsh thought he could google his way to the perfect murder. He googled his way to isn't stabbings? Tomorrow. Verdict Watch continues for the Kiss and Kill trial, updates on the Utah Nurse Insulin murder, and whatever fresh horror emerges from America's courts overnight. I'm read Carter Charlie Kirk's killer is caught, but Kirk is still dead. Ashley Pond's boyfriend wants her phone, but she's still murdered. Anna Walsh's husband got stabbed, but she's still missing.

18:26 Justice doesn't bring back the dead, It just makes the living feel slightly better about the horror. See you tomorrow,