Who Was Behind The Doodler's Deadly Drawings? | Forensic Files

Hi, crime junkies. The story I have for you today is one that has truly consumed
me. In the 1970s, there was a serial killer lurking in San Francisco. One who some believe would sketch his victims as
a way to lure them in and then attack them in the most brutal ways. And the wild part is that pretty early on, tons
of people were pointing the finger at one man. Even survivors who escaped his clutches picked him out of a lineup. But
to date, everyone has been too scared of what would happen to their lives if they
cooperated with police. So this man is free, living among us. And though some believe he hasn't been a threat since
1976 when the murders stopped, the current detective thinks that we just might not know the true scope of his
crimes. This is the story of the doodler man. Yes, I believe there might be a dead
person. on the beach at uh right across from your lowest street. Uh if you follow the street right down
to the water. I was walk along there. I thought somebody lying there, but I didn't want to get too close cuz you
know what could happen. Okay. You want to give me? No, I don't think that's necessary. I
just wanted to let somebody know that maybe needs help or something, but um felt it was my duty to report it.
Oh, okay. Fine. We'll pick it up. Okay. That call came into San Francisco Dispatch in the early morning hours of
January 27th, 1974. And I know that might have been a little hard to make out, but the gist is that
the caller found a body on the beach. He didn't want to get too close to it and the caller would not leave his name. He
just thought that maybe the guy on the beach might need some help. Now, within minutes, they had officers descending on
the scene. And what they found when they got there was odd. I mean, they quickly
spot the body that the caller told them about. But he's not just lying there on the beach like the caller said. He is
fully in the water about to be pulled out with the tide. So much so that officers have to wade in and drag him
back to dry land. And by the way, no one is thinking that this guy could have drowned or anything. He has got wounds
everywhere. He was a victim of a homicide. No doubt. But here is the even stranger part. At nearly 2:00 a.m. when
this call came in, it is very dark out and there isn't any lighting down by the water. So, when they get this body to
the shore and have a minute to like take it all in, they're like, "Wait, what was this
caller even doing out here on the beach in the middle of the night?" And how exactly did he spot this body in the
pitch dark? Now, it is worth noting that this beach is a common hookup spot. Now, there's no
one else around when they get there, but maybe that's why the caller was out there. like TBD who he is, who he was
with, but it might be all the reason in the world not to give his name when he called this in. Who knows, right? Like,
is he married? Who was he with? Blah blah blah. But the caller's name isn't the only thing that they're missing.
They don't find a wallet or anything in the victim's clothes that would tell them his name either. I mean, really,
they don't find much of anything at all. We asked retired homicide inspector Sergeant Dan Cunningham to describe the
scene for us. He still works cold cases for the department, including this one. So, it was still pretty fresh in his
mind. And he was basically like, uh, what scene? Because duh, the guy was like on the verge of being swallowed up
by the Pacific, which doesn't leave investigators with a whole lot to work with. In the following days, they put
out a couple of media requests for the caller to come forward. Maybe he could shed some more light on the
circumstances around all of this. Like, were there other people on the beach? Was he with anyone when he found the
body? Did he see anything? But whoever that guy is that called in, he either never gets the message that police are
looking for him, which I find hard to believe this was going far and wide at the time, or he is intentionally laying
low because he never comes forward. So when they get out there, did the guy in the water look like he had just gone
in or had he been dead for like a while? So, I kind of think those are two separate questions because I don't think
he had been in the water long because he wound up there on account of the tide coming in, not because of like he was
killed and put there. As for how long he'd been dead, what I know is that the coroner finds that he was in the early
stages of rigor mortise, which like quick reminder for crime junkies, that tends to begin around 2 hours post
death, but can take up to 6 hours. Okay, so the TLDDR is at least 2 hours but possibly more.
Right. The coroner also determines that their victim, who is a middle-aged white
man, died from multiple stab wounds. 17 to be exact, in his chest, torso, front,
and back. And he went out with a fight based on the defensive wounds he has on his hand. Now, the water washed away a
lot in terms of evidence. Not that they even could have done much of anything with it back in 1974, but what it didn't
wash away or degrade were his prince. Or at least that's how I'm assuming they ended up IDing him. It never actually
says that specifically, but I know he did have a prior encounter with police, so I'm thinking that maybe they had some
kind of record of him. And in 74, like those records were likely just Prince. However they do it,
within a couple of days, they have determined that he is 50-year-old Gerald Kavanaaugh. He's a World War II vet
originally from Canada, who at some point made his way to the US. And do we know what he had gotten in
trouble with police for? Like why they had his records? I don't know how long this was before
his death, but he'd actually been stopped in the same area where he was found before on suspicion of public sex
in some nearby restrooms. And if you aren't picking up on it by now, this area where people would come to hook up,
like have sex in restrooms. Like, this wasn't like a teenage lover's lane. This was a spot mostly frequented by gay men.
We weren't able to speak with any of Gerald's family or loved ones. So, I have no idea why he was there or who he
might have been with the night that he died, but I do know that the restrooms where he was suspected to have been
having sex before, those were actually locked at night. So, if he did go there on his own the night he died, he was
likely on the beach when he was killed. Which to me makes me wonder if maybe Gerald was out there like with the
caller, like they were out on the beach together. I don't know. Maybe. I mean, the caller
could have been out there with someone else as well. But maybe the who doesn't even matter
and he just didn't want anyone to know that he was out there with another man or to meet a man. Like again, all just
speculation. We may never know again cuz the scholar has never come forward. And
in 1974, to be truthful, I don't think anyone really wanted to know. To put it bluntly, even in a city like San
Francisco that was seen as progressive, 1974 policing didn't treat everyone as equal. And it doesn't seem like they put
much effort into solving Gerald's case. Like, sure, a plea or two went out to the public, but if they made any real
effort to get to the bottom of things, it's never reported on. And I know from our own reporting that the gay community
was very much under the impression that not much was being done. So when a call comes in 5 months later about a body in
Golden Gate Park, Gerald's death, which happened just a mile and a half away, isn't really on anyone's radar. It comes
in early the morning of June 25th. And from the looks of things, it's another stabbing. The victim is fully clothed
and he had been stabbed a total of five times. three times in the heart. But much like with Gerald, no wallet, no ID
can be located. So investigators initially suspect a mugging gone wrong, especially because there is a scene here
that tells a bit of a story. CNN reports that there is a pool of blood about 10 ft from the body with visible drag marks
between the two spots, leading them to believe that the man was attacked where the blood is concentrated. Some kind of
struggle ensued and then the killer dragged him to the slightly more hidden spot where his body was found. And it's
wild that the body wasn't found sooner because when they canvas the area, a resident tells them that she heard a man
screaming for help a little before midnight the night before. Sergeant Cunningham told us that she did call
this in, although it's hard to tell if there was actually any follow-up because like I said, the body isn't discovered
until close to 7. Now, thankfully, investigators ID their victim quickly this time. He's 27-year-old Joseph
Stevens, who goes by Jay, and it turns out he's one of the most beloved performers in the city's drag scene. One
of his regular gigs is at a club called Pinocchios, as the master of ceremonies,
no less, which has been referred to as like the birthplace of American drag. So, Jay is like drag royalty.
Yes. Yes. And okay, here's the thing. By the way, based on the available info, it
is possible that Jay would identify as a trans woman today. His younger sister Melissa told the San Francisco Chronicle
that there isn't a doubt in her mind that he would have. But whether it was a sign of the Times or Jay was just a sis
gay man who loved dressing in drag, the pronouns that he used were he him. So like that's what I'm still going to use
as well. So, investigators quickly find that Jay was last seen leaving a place called the Cabaret Club in North Beach
sometime before midnight on the 24th. Now, nothing suggests that he left the club with another person, but where he's
found in Golden Gate Park is a hike from North Beach. Investigators know that he's got a car, and clearly you would
have needed one to get up there as quickly as they assume he did if those screams heard around midnight were him.
But his car is nowhere to be found in or near the park. And that's because, unbeknownst to these officers at the
crime scene, Jay's car was some 45 minutes away being hauled away after it was involved in a crime at a separate
crime scene. Two branches of the same tree, two pieces of a soul. Where one sister goes,
the other will be. For she is but half of the whole. So, about 2 hours before Jay's body was
discovered, an officer patrolling a neighborhood about 45 minutes away in a city called Hayward noticed a blue
Toyota acting kind of sus. There had been a string of sexual assault in the area recently, so the cop figured he
should like check this out. But when he initiated a traffic stop, the Toyota peeled off and it turned into a whole
high-speed chase situation. But God bless dumb criminals, right? Because the driver raced over a set of railroad
tracks and not at a railroad crossing and crashed right into a house on the other side.
Now, the driver, a blonde 20some, jumped out of the car, fled on foot, and got away. But when police ran the car's
place, and found that it was registered to Jay, they eventually touched base with SFPD, who immediately think that
they've got their killer, or at least a description of their killer. Now, I don't have the exact like playbyplay,
but one way or another, the blonde guy ends up getting IDed and located, and dude is shocked to learn that the car
he'd crashed belonged to a homicide victim. He denies any involvement in Jay's death, swearing up and down that
he just lifted the car from where it was parked at Golden Gate Park. And as unbelievable as I know that sounds, his
story actually checks out. Seriously, he's literally just like the world's unluckiest car thief,
which is a bummer for investigators because it means that their promising early lead turns into a dead end real
fast. And with nothing else to go on and knowing they weren't making any connections to a larger pattern of
crimes yet, it kind of feels like everyone just shrugged their shoulders and said like, "Oh well, we tried." Now,
our team talked to Ron Huberman, who was the first openly gay investigator with the San Francisco DA's office in the
70s, and as you can imagine, he had unique insight into the tense dynamic between the gay community and law
enforcement at the time. And he said the simplest way to put it was that there was a ton of hate crimes happening at
the time. The murders, he said, were like next level. But what he saw from the inside is that police just did not
care. He also emphasized the level of tension, animosity even that existed between SFPD and the queer community at
the time. Because you got to keep in mind that in 1970 San Francisco, morality laws were enforced. Cops pose
as gay men at the time to entrap actual gay men and queer crime victims are liable to find themselves in cuffs if
they go to law enforcement for help. Mhm. I mean, that same year, 1974, a gay man
settled a lawsuit against SFPD for nearly a quart of a million dollars, which would be like $1.5 million today,
after police pulled him from a car and beat him to the point of having permanent brain damage.
And how was Ron even out at this time? I had the same question. So apparently, and this is super interesting, it had to
do with the election of a DA who both sincerely wanted to integrate the gay community into mainstream and maybe saw
the political benefit of doing so. And Ron told us that things at the police academy were kind of tense at first, but
he was able to win some trainee over with a little humor, which I think came easy to Ron. I mean, okay, so literally
his nickname in the gay community was Daddy Cop, which obviously was like tongue and cheek because like obviously
the guy didn't take himself too seriously. But anyways, that was my long-winded way of
emphasizing that these cases were kind of thrown to the side and thought to be one-offs. No one was thinking serial
killer. I don't even know that serial killer was a thing that, you know, we had a word for at the time. But that
changes 12 days after Jay's murder. That's when another man is found deceased on the beach really close to
where Gerald had been found. This murder is especially brutal. The victim is another white man on the younger side
like Jay and he was nearly decapitated. Sergeant Cunningham told us one of the original investigators said it was
probably the worst crime scene he'd ever worked. And that dude worked the Zodiac
investigation. Oh, this young man was found fully clothed, but yet again, no wallet, no ID. So, it takes 2 weeks to
ID him as a 31-year-old German national named Klouse Chrisman. Klouse, investigators learn, has a family back
home in Germany, like a wife and two kids, but he'd come to the US a few months back and has been staying with
friends, this American couple who lived in the Castro, which I think is like like a suburb of
it's like an area of San Francisco that in the 70s had a really vibrant progressive culture.
Okay, got it. Yeah. So, he's become something of a regular at the city's gay bars. Now, investigators determined that
one of those bars is actually the last place he was seen. Witnesses say he left alone at around 2:00 a.m. And even
though Sergeant Cunningham told us that investigators found some of the men Klouse was known to have been involved
with, all of them quickly get ruled out. So, when the culprit doesn't fall into their laps quickly, police move on to
other cases. Though there is finally chatter amongst them that these were maybe more than just one-offs. I mean,
there's clearly a pattern between Gerald and Jay and Klouse. But aside from each
of them being part of the queer community, like there were no other connections and no task force or
anything was being put together to try and find one. And they weren't even really alerting the public to the threat
of a serial killer. But even though they weren't announcing it, I mean, this is a
community that already has a target on their backs. They are quick to pay attention and spread the word amongst
themselves. And soon rumors start running rampant about a possible serial killer in their midst. And everyone's
waiting for the next shoe to drop. But it doesn't. Like weeks go by without another murder and then months and as
they inch up on the oneyear mark from the last murder, I imagine people's guards are down. And maybe that is what
allowed for the next murder to happen. On May 12th, 1975, SFPD is alerted to the discovery of another body on the
beach. That morning, a hiker finds a set of bloody drag marks that leads to the body of a young man. Now, this time, it
doesn't take police long to catch on. He has all the same hallmarks of all the previous murders, and they know in that
moment that their killer is still out there, and he has no intention of stopping. So, maybe now's the time to
put a little more effort into finding him before he can kill again. Which means it's task force time.
Their version, maybe. So, here's something wild I just learned. The San Francisco Chronicle reports that in the
1970s, homicide cases were worked by shift. So instead of, listen, instead of being assigned to a specific, like one
homicide is assigned to a specific investigator, what they did was like whoever was on shift would work it and
then like pass it off to the next guy when it was his turn. What? Dude, I know. Like no wonder this was a
serial killer's heyday. My god. So inefficient. Like everyone knows like a tiny little piece of one case that
just keeps getting like hot potatoed around to investigators. I know. Like it makes no sense. So
literally no one has any idea what's going on, who has what case, what he's done, what still needs to be worked on.
It is a hot mess that is especially messy when you have multiple cases that are connected. So, the higherups decide
maybe we should assign this newest case and the stalled investigations to a dedicated team of homicide
inspectors. Like, right. Great idea, actually. So, this isn't like a a task force like
you're thinking where it's like multi- agency or whatever for this system. It's kind of a task
force and they do get two of SFPD's finest. These guys have a track record second to
none. And like listen, if this was a movie like Q slow-mo '7s title track where they like walk like head on into
frame because the way that these guys are talked about, they are kind of legends in their own time. And they're
fondly known as the Soul Brothers. So iconic. I know. Their names are Rota Guilford
and Earl Sanders. And inspectors Guilford and Sanders are SFPD's first and second black homicide investigators.
And it's hard to overstate just how radically they changed the course of the investigation. But first things first,
they have to ID the most recent victim because I assume no ID on the body, right? Same as the others. But the
victim, they find out, is a registered nurse. So his prints are on file with the state board of nursing. So somehow
they get connected to those. And they find out he's 32-year-old Frederick Kappen. Like the others, Frederick was
stabbed to death 16 times in total. the fatal wounds piercing his heart. Judging
by the drag marks and the dried blood the coroner notes on the soles of his shoes, he went down fighting. Now, what
they find out is Frederick was last seen alive at a gay bar the night before his
body was discovered. Actually, the same one Klouse was last seen at this place called Bojangles. Do they ever find out
where Gerald was last seen? Cuz I feel like that's the pattern here. The rest of them were all seen at like a bar or a
nightclub. So, they're not sure where he last was. I think everyone's guess is that he was probably out on the town
before his death, too, maybe. So, if this is the pattern, Guilford and Sanders decide to meet the gay community
where they're at at the gay bars. Right now, these guys don't necessarily have the community's trust from day one,
as you can imagine, but they're willing to work for it. And what do you know? A little respect and kindness goes a long
way. And before long, they are hearing whispers of a rumor that has been making its way through the scene. Supposedly,
there is a guy who likes to camp out at gay bars with a sketchbook in hand. And while everyone else makes merry around
him, he quietly sketches the faces of other bar patrons. And word has it that this guy is like pretty good at what he
does. Now, it doesn't seem like anyone is saying he did it or they saw him with the men or drawing the men or anything
like that, but this guy has just been standing out for about as long as the murders have been happening. But before
they can even begin to track down a name for this artist, it happens again. On June 4th, 1975, a man's badly
decomposed body is discovered hidden in some bushes near the Lincoln Park Golf Course. Like the others, he's clothed,
though his pants are unzipped and again, seemingly no ID. So, all the signs are there, and the case goes right to
Guilford and Sanders. But this one's going to be different than all the rest. I mean, normally they're on a scene
within hours of a murder, like things are fresh. But not this time. The coroner says that this man had been out
there anywhere from 10 days to a month and badly decomposed might have been an understatement because Sergeant
Cunningham told us that the remains are actually mummified, which basically throws their normal form of IDing the
victim out the window. No usable prints. Somehow they do eventually ID him, though. He's Harold Goldberg, a
66-year-old sailor and naturalized US citizen originally from Sweden. And then in July, another man is attacked, but he
is alive when he stumbles into a local ER pleading for help. Now, dude is drenched in blood and he's saying that
he's been stabbed. And though he does want immediate medical help, make no mistake, he does not want the police
involved. Like does not want to file a report. He is adamant that he does not want a report filed. Like he will not
cooperate if one is filed. Is he afraid of being outed? Mhm. He's a European diplomat and San
Francisco is where he was stationed for his job. I actually don't know his name because that's never been released. So,
I'm just going to refer to him as the diplomat, but they get his story nonetheless. I mean, again, he I don't
know how they convince him, but they do. And his story is a doozy. He says that he was by himself in a diner called the
truck stop. It's like 2:00 a.m. A nearby gay bar called The Rear End had just closed its doors and he noticed a guy
sitting alone sketching animals on a napkin. And these sketches were pretty impressive. By total coincidence, the
diplomat has some art training. So, they like strike up a little conversation about their shared hobby. And the guy
doing the sketches was a young black guy, good-looking, total like artist vibes according to Ron Huberman. And the
diplomat was intrigued when he mentioned that he was studying to be a cartoonist.
So they're like chatting. They hit it off. And when the diplomat asks if he wanted to head back to his apartment,
maybe for a night cap, whatever, the artist accepted the invite. So like, so far so good, right? But when they got
there, things got real weird real fast. It started when the artist asked to use the bathroom. The diplomat was like,
"Sure, no problem. So the artist goes in, but then the guy like wouldn't come out. Sergeant Cunningham told us that
after so long, the diplomat was like knocking on the door. I mean, more than once, asking if he was okay. About 30
minutes later, as the diplomat was standing with his back to the bathroom door, all of a sudden, it swings open,
the artist growled something along the lines of, "You guys are all alike." and then he plunged a stake knife into the
diplomat's back. Now, the diplomat started fighting back, but the artist managed to stab him six times before the
knife broke off in his body. And thank God it did because only then did the artist run out the front door, allowing
the diplomat to barely escape with his life. And his injuries are no joke. I mean, the poor guy is hospitalized for
weeks. And this, by the way, is when their killer earns the nickname the doodler. Supposedly, Guilford and
Sanders come up with it, although it's possible they heard it from the people in the community. So, the diplomat is
recovering. And then, fast forward 2 weeks later, Guilford and Sanders learn that another man has just survived an
attack by someone he'd taken home. And take a wild guess where that guy lives. same apartment building on the same
floor as the diplomat. What? Yeah, they don't know each other, but I mean like they're so close they could
borrow a cup of sugar. Yeah. This second attack isn't exactly the same as the diplomat. So this guy had
been tied up possibly voluntarily when the guy that he brought home started beating the crap out of him. Thankfully,
the attacker got spooked when neighbors heard screaming and started like pounding on the walls. And how do we
know it was the same guy? Well, because the victim told police what he said as he started attacking him. All you guys
are alike. Yep. But like the diplomat, this victim wants nothing to do with an investigation or an eventual
prosecution. Like he does not want to be outed. And though he also says his attacker was a black man in his early
20s, Guilford and Sanders realize that he'd been pretty intoxicated and probably wouldn't be of much use with a
sketch artist. But they think the diplomat would be. Partly, Sergeant Cunningham told us, because he thinks he
and his attacker were together for a while, partly because he was way less intoxicated, and partly because of his
artistic training. So, they go to him and they promise to protect his identity, asking him to
please just spend a few hours with their sketch artist. He is their only real shot at getting this guy before he
strikes again. But every time they ask, his answer is no. No, no, no, no, no. And then suddenly he says fine. But
that's all. Once they have their composite, stopping the guy is on them and they're going to have to do it
without his help. Which like can you imagine like living in a world where like your own safety could be at risk,
but like coming out and like just saying who you are is like scarier. It's more risky.
It's freaking terrifying. Guilford and Sanders jump at this proposal and once the composite sketch is released in
October, the tips start pouring in. The first big one is called in by an anonymous woman who recognizes the guy
in the sketch. She says he lives in the East Bay and his name is such and such. And I'm only being vague because I
couldn't let the name slip if I wanted to. It has never been released on or off the record. I mean, the one thing I will
say about this investigation is like they truly have like kept identities under wrap for decades. It's almost like
very impressive if I didn't want to know so bad. Now, what I do know is that it is apparently a common name. So,
initially the tip isn't super useful. Although, to be perfectly honest, I don't even think it reaches Guilford and
Sanders. Like, it just gets lost in the shuffle. I think so because the woman comes back
like it pisses her off because like by 10 days go by, she hasn't gotten contacted. She feels like nothing is
happening. So she's like, "My tip must not have been taken seriously." So she calls again mad. And this time she not
only gives his name, but she gives his address, his age, his freaking license plate number.
You know, not all heroes wear capes. Truly. So this second message does reach Guilford and Sanders, who put the guy
under immediate surveillance. They don't approach him just yet. Instead, they start putting together a profile, which
seems like the right move, I think. And here's where things get wild. Soon, another tip comes in about this same
guy. But your brain is going to explode when I tell you who calls this one in. I
mean, I I don't know the lady's name. I can't tell you who she is exactly, but I
can tell you her profession. She is a secretary at Highland Hospital in the East Bay. not for like a surgeon or
whatever, for a psychiatrist. If she's to be believed, her boss treats the guy that Guilford and Sanders have under
surveillance. And her boss treats him for issues relating to his inability to cope with his same-sex attractions. Oh,
and spoiler alert, he straight up confessed to the murders in his sessions with the doc, which like
what? I know. Three days later, that doctor calls in and he's like, "Yeah, so you know that thing my secretary said?"
It's completely true. My patient so- and so, whoever he is, is the killer? Everyone is calling the doodler. So,
he's not just saying that his patient confessed. He's saying that he believes that confession beyond a shadow of a
doubt. Like, this is your guy. I know this is your guy for a fact. I assume with him being called the
doodler, the public knows about the sketches, too. Yeah, they they do by this point.
And this guy is like a good artist, too, that they're calling in about. Yes. So, here's the thing. Outside of the
diplomats interactions with him where he said like, "Yes, he was." Answers on that are kind of hard to come by. Like,
I can't find a solid answer on like was this guy really a cartoonist? Was it like I don't know. Now, before long,
Guilford and Sanders decide it's time to confront this guy that they've been watching. And so in January of 1976,
they bring him in for questioning. He comes in voluntarily, doesn't even bring a lawyer, and while he denies being the
doodler, he doesn't deny everything. Guilford tells the San Francisco Chronicle, quote, he said he's reformed.
He said he'd had problems with his sexual identity since he was 13 and had homosexual experiences, had experimented
with it, but he said his sessions with the psychiatrist had cured him." End quote. Which sounds conversion therapy
to me, but like I could be wrong. Either way, this guy's description of himself couldn't fit the per profile more
closely, which is of someone who is quiet, intelligent, middle class, and absolutely drowning in self-loathing
over his attraction to men, which he probably acts on before lashing out violently with a kind of misdirected
self-hatred. And here's where things get really frustrating. Even though we have
survivors and even though they have a suspect, the survivors that they have won't cooperate to ID him as their
attacker. They even have found a third survivor by this point. But he's a super famous actor who, surprise, surprise
wants nothing to do with the case. And this guy wasn't actually physically attacked. Rather, he ended the
encounter, which was like a potential hookup, when a knife fell out of the guy's pocket. And are you saying that
they won't even like come in and ID the guy or they just won't cooperate if slash when it comes to testifying? I
know the diplomat at one point at least looks at a lineup. I don't know about the other guys. And when they finally
convince him to do that, he does pick their guy out as the doodler, but he still won't be caught dead in a
courtroom saying that that's the man he brought back to his apartment. And that's why this case solved in
everything but name as far as Guilford and Sanders are concerned goes cold ice cold for the next four decades. And it
seems that their suspect, if their suspect is their guy, gets like cold feet or whatever once he knows that the
cops are on to him because the Doodler killings in San Francisco just stop and they never resume again in all that
time. It wasn't until 2018 that Sergeant Cunningham picks the investigation back
up and started working it with another recently retired investigator working cold cases. This guy's name is Dan Det.
So, they have to go back and start from scratch because in the four decades that
the case sat untouched. The file, you know, got moved around. It got misplaced. Things got separated and
whatnot. So, the records they have are fragmented. They're incomplete. And I think Sergeant Cunningham almost views
this as a blessing and a curse like kind of thing because like they're almost forced to start from square one. And I
said blessing because starting from square one leads them to some surprising conclusions.
Take this. The number of dueler victims is pretty well settled by this point, right? There are five deceased victims
and three survivors. Eight people total. But they decide, you know what? we should look at all of the cold case
homicides of gay men from 74 and 75 eventually concluding that there was actually a ninth doodler victim. His
name was Warren Andrews. And at first glance, his case doesn't have much in common with the others. I mean, Warren
was found barely clinging to life on April 27th of 1975 at this cliff overlooking the ocean called Land's End.
But he wasn't stabbed like the others. He was beaten brutally with a rock and a tree branch and even though he was found
quickly, he was in terrible shape. He was in a coma for a couple of months and then eventually passed away.
So then what's the connection? I think mostly like who he was and the location where he was found. See, Warren
is thought to have been gay and L's End is another remote hookup spot. It's also
just a mile from where Harold Goldberg was found in a similar setting. And it's the cliffs that really get Sergeant
Cunningham's wheels spinning. It seems obvious to him that whatever happened there, it didn't go down the way the
killer wanted it to. It was especially messy. The victim was still alive when he was found, and the weapons the killer
used seemed improvised. Okay. Can you just put this a little bit in context for me? When Warren is
attacked in April of 75. Oh, so you have you have Gerald who was the first victim found on the beach in
the water. Then you have Jay, the second victim. Then Klouse is the third. Then there was that like almost 10-month
break where nothing happened. This attack on Warren was April of 75 and then May 75 was Frederick and June 75
was Harold. Got it. I wonder if it was after Harold because that's when he got the string of other victims that start
surviving. So the diplomat and the other guy who lived in his building. Yes, but
best I can tell the super famous actor guy was maybe in May. Although no one seems to like really know that for sure.
So So yeah, I don't know if his like MMO is changing or if you like usually you see the opposite. It
it's it's like deescalating almost. Yeah. Or he's just like I don't know if he's just like losing control and he
whatever it is. Anyways, they're thinking that looking at the scene where Warren was found, it wouldn't be hard to
imagine things going ary. Like what if the killer had intended to stab him like the others, but he somehow lost his
knife in a struggle or who knows? And Sergeant Cunningham told us it's easy to imagine the knife getting like knocked
over the cliff's edge, forcing him to like think on his feet. So Cunningham's getting his ducks in a row, right? Like
setting the record straight. And as he's getting things organized, him and his partner also find that there are some
items that can be sent out for testing. So they do that. Then they have the diplomats composite from all those years
ago. Age progressed. They release that to the public along with that weird 911 call that we played at the beginning of
the episode. All that comes out in February of 2019. They're hoping that someone is going to recognize that voice
cuz up until that point, they had not released the call. So why are they even doing all this? Like what exactly are
they looking for? Like there are a couple of possibilities. Like it could be I mean
at minimum a really important witness, but as Detective Cunningham told us, I mean he also very well could be the
killer, which would actually make a whole lot of sense in terms of how the caller even came across that body in the
dark on a deserted beach at 2:00 a.m. And Detective Cunningham wants to know the freaking answer. I mean, I haven't
mentioned this yet, but he has already interviewed our unnamed suspect person of interest. He did that back in 2018
cuz dude's still alive obviously and living in the East Bay now as an outgay man. But he told Sergeant Cunningham the
same thing he told Guilford and Sanders all those years ago. He's not the doodler. The end. Even though the guy is
a dead ringer for the age progressed composite. Now, DNA might end up doing the trick and tie him to the crimes.
That would be great, but they don't want to put all their eggs in one basket. I mean, who knows if they will even get a
usable profile from the evidence they sent off. So, they decide to think outside the box a little bit. Like, if
they can't use any of the survivors, they decide maybe they can go back to that psychiatrist and start there. Okay.
Yeah, I was kind of wondering about that. Like, he's saying this guy confessed to him. He believes the
confession. Like, dude, I don't run with that. I don't know why they couldn't use him
in 74. I don't know if it was like I don't even think Hippo was like a thing. And obviously, they're like coming to
police and telling telling him. I don't know. But now they want to start with the psychiatrist. Again, I don't know
that they're going to like use him in court necessarily, but they're like, "It's a good jumping off point.
Let's go to him." Except there's a huge problem. Of course there is. From their files, the only name they can
find for the psychiatrist is a note like scratched by Guilford that says Dr. priest psych equals C Highland Hospital.
And for the life of them, they cannot find any record of there being a doctor priest who practiced psychiatry at
Highland Hospital in the '7s. So, it's like this doctor never even existed. I mean,
TBD Records in the 70s plus like maybe he's already passed away. I mean, how old was he back then? Here's the thing,
though. It's not like they can't just find someone currently working there in 2019 when they go looking.
Like the hospital has no record of this guy at all, which I don't know. It's like wild to
me. And they can't just like get a list of all the old psych docs and just like go
line by line. Was there a chance the name was wrong? Like was it like a visiting doctor, like a temp, a sub?
They have a lower lift idea first that also wouldn't require a warrant, right? So,
they're going to ask the public for help. Oh. At the beginning of 2019, SFPD announces
a $100,000 reward for information leading to the Doodler's arrest. And they also asked
the public for their help in locating this elusive Dr. Priest. Spoiler alert though, no dice. But it's
not a dead end altogether. See, over the years, Cunningham and Det worked handinhand with a reporter from the San
Francisco Chronicle. And in 2021, this reporter and his PI think that they might have solved the puzzle of Dr.
Priest. They come across the name of a Dr. Howard Priest, P R E E C, who practiced psychiatry at Highland
Hospital in the 70s. And though Dr. Priest passed away in 2005, his daughter tells them, "Yeah, this Doodler guy is
exactly the sort of patient her dad would have treated. Sadly, she doesn't have any of his old records anymore, nor
does she know where they could be, if they even still exist. Now, Cunningham eventually asks a court to order
Highland Hospital to release Dr. Priest's records from way back when, but the judge denies the request, citing the
fact that there is no evidence that the patient still poses a threat to the public. says there's no indication that
he's posed a threat since 1976, which like again I don't know the rules around this, but to me it is wild.
Like I get maybe not a threat to the public, but do we not care about justice for his victim?
That's what I'm saying. Like I don't know what rule we're following here. Those are like two different things I
understand, but let's address at least one of them. Okay. But also, what if everyone's
wrong? What if he has posed a threat since 1976? See, one of the things Cunningham learns
about his guy is that he actually skipped town way back in 76 and spent some time on the road, moving from place
to place. So, according to the San Francisco Chronicle, Cunningham researches whether there were any other
similar crimes in the years after 76 anywhere else. And wouldn't you know it, there were. Now, it's not totally clear,
but Cunningham said that he is in touch with various other law enforcement entities about it. And he's also
submitted more items for forensic testing, though far no one has been able to isolate a profile other than the
victims, like whatever victim was related to that item. And it's mostly because their deaths were just like so
bloody. But he emphasized to our reporter that he is still got high hopes on the DNA front. And there's one more
conclusion that Cunningham has come to about this case that I think is wild. He's not convinced that the doodler
actually did so much doodling. Ashley, we're we're calling him the doodler. I know. As far as he's concerned, that
trope is more lore than fact, springing from the diplomat story about his attacker sketching animals and then it
just kind of like took on a life of its own. And listen, I don't know where I kind of fall on this because Guilford
and Sanders certainly thought the doodling angle was accurate. And Ron Hooperman, like Daddy Cop working the
case for the DA's office, with his own deep ties to the gay community, he remains convinced of it to this day. Ron
told us that he talked to multiple people with firsthand accounts of this guy sketching men in bars and using the
sketches to hit on them. And he also told us that in the seven or eight years since the case has been reopened, he
hasn't been contacted, which I thought was kind of surprising. Like he was he was someone who was boots on the ground
at the time and was part of the community being targeted. So I don't know quite what to make of that.
But whether the doodler actually did all that much doodling, the fact remains that six men were brutally slain in 1974
and 75. And that's six that we know of. Mhm. There is a strong person of interest in
this case and the families of the victims still haven't received justice. These murders had ripple effects of a
magnitude that is hard to comprehend. I mean, take Jay's family for instance. His murder caused one of his sisters to
have a full-blown psychotic break. She was convinced that his death had unleashed evil spirits somehow. And just
3 months later, she attacked their mother and their other sister, Melissa. And their mother was killed and
dismembered. and Melissa just barely survived. I mean, one could even say that they're
like the second wave of victims of the doodler, you know? I I mean, I think so. That's what I said
when you say he's not like a threat to anyone. Like, it's like he's not a threat to the
community that he was a threat to at the time. But what he did like it still continues.
Yeah. And I think I want to close out with a quote from Frederick Kapp's niece. Frederick was a talented artist and a
dedicated nurse, providing care to his community day in and day out. He was also a war hero, having saved the lives
of four Marines in Vietnam. And his niece said in a podcast series by the San Francisco Chronicle, quote, "I just
want my uncle to be remembered for the good he did and not to be remembered for the circumstances under which he was
killed. He deserves that. I think all of the victims deserve that. It's been 50 years since the Doodler murders and time
for justice is running out. The San Francisco Police Department is still offering that reward which now has been
raised to $250,000. It's for anyone who can help them solve this case once and for all. So, if
that's you, you can call their 24-hour tip line at 415-575444 or you can text them at tip411
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episode. [Music]

Today, we dive into the unsettling and unsolved mystery of the Doodler murders, a series of brutal killings targeting gay men and terrorizing the LGBTQA+ community in San Francisco during the 1970s. This forgotten serial killer hunted in the wake of the infamous Zodiac Killer. From January 27, 1974, with the murder of Gerald Cavanaugh at Ocean Beach, to the June 25, 1974, stabbing of Joseph ‘Jae’ Stevens in Golden Gate Park, and the violent deaths of Klaus Christmann, Frederick Capin, Harald Gullberg, and suspected victim Warren Andrews, the Doodler serial killer left a trail of terror. We examine the anonymous 911 call, the diplomat survivor, and the relentless efforts of detectives Earl Sanders and Rotea Gilford to catch the elusive Black male suspect known for sketching his victims. Explore this harrowing cold case and why it remains unsolved in this unnerving true crime story.

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Brief Summary

The episode details the unsolved Doodler murders of the 1970s in San Francisco, focusing on the victims and police investigation challenges.

Key points

The Doodler Man. A serial killer in San Francisco sketches his victims before attacking them.
Body Found on the Beach. A mysterious caller reports a body on the beach, leading to a homicide investigation.
Jay's Murder Investigation. The beloved performer Jay is found murdered, leading to a complex investigation.
The Soul Brothers. Two legendary black homicide investigators change the course of the investigation.
The Doodler's Victims. A series of brutal murders linked to a mysterious figure known as the Doodler.
The Diplomat's Attack. A European diplomat survives a brutal attack by a mysterious artist.

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