justice for: We all know DNA rules the justice system. It's pretty much treated as the end all be all for a charge or conviction. Is there DNA evidence that matches? Then yes they did it. ⁓ the DNA doesn't match? They couldn't have done it because there's no way to fake your DNA. Or is there? Jackie what? Welcome back to Justice 4, where your hosts, I'm Jackie. And I'm Sam. Look. Okay. I'm gonna be real with y'all. I went to the Googles for this one. I needed a lighter case after what y'all just heard I did in the previous episode and the weeks I spent on that. I'm gonna be real, like the past few weeks we've done some heavy shit. So I literally Googled weirdest true crime cases. ⁓ And Google did not disappoint. Great. so excited. On that note also, sorry you're not hearing from me this week. ⁓ We told you last week. We can't. Yeah. It's gonna be a lot. So on that note, make sure you're liked, follow, subscribe at Justice For Podcasts, everywhere you can. 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What's going on, Kipling, Saskatchewan sits in the southwestern prairie of Canada. Yeah. The town actually has more farm animals than people. Hell yeah. So needless to say, the crime rate is extremely low and very mild. Shh okay. Like as I quote from a documentary, about ⁓ five or so sexual assault cases a year, maybe a burglary. I still don't like that. It was Halloween night, nineteen ninety two. Candy was working her usual night shift at the gas station when her boyfriend dropped by to see her. But they ended up getting into a really big fight. It was so bad that she left work entirely. She drove straight to the hospital where her best friend worked. Which honestly, girl same. If we didn't have Snapchat, I would definitely be showing up where you were more often. Period. Same. Turns out Candy's bestie wasn't working that night. ⁓ no. But Candy was quote unquote hysterical over this fight with her boyfriend, so much so that nurses nurses suggested that she see a doctor. And Candy agreed since the doctor on call that night happened to be her own doctor, doctor John Schneeberger. In fact he even delivered her baby, so she trusted him and figured that he would just give her a few pills to calm down. You know, nineteen ninety two y'all period. When doctor Schneeberger came into the exam room, Candy told him that she was so mad at her boyfriend that she wanted to kill him. She didn't mean it, she just was that mad at him. You know sometimes women are dramatic, okay? We are I'm extremely dramatic. I tell pe nope, I'm not gonna say that out loud. Never mind. Doctor Schneeberger then suggested giving her something to help her calm down. Candy agreed, once again thinking he was just gonna give her some pills. Instead, he gave her an injection. Candy immediately went numb and lost all control of her muscles. She felt like jello and just kind of fell over onto the exam table. And as she fell over, she tried to scream, but only a croaking noise came out of her throat. What she did a fenty fold? Pretty much. Before completely losing consciousness, Candy could feel pressure and movement back and forth on her body. A few hours later, she woke up alone in the exam room and she knew something was wrong. So she found a plastic bag in a drawer and put her underwear in it. Jackie. Shortly after some nurses came in the into the exam room and Candy was really dizzy, so some nurses suggested that she stay the rest of the night in a room and sleep it off. Candy didn't say anything to the nurses about what she thought happened because she wasn't even sure it happened. Did she imagine this? Instead in the morning she confronted doctor Schneeberger, asking him what he gave her, and he simply responded, Why? Did it give you erotic dreams? Yuck Candy was more certain now that something had happened to her in that room. After leaving the hospital, Candy called her parents and told them what happened, and they fully believed her and encouraged her to drive the two hours to Regina to a rape clinic to be tested. To where? Regina. Reg. It's spelled like Regina, but it's Regina. Okay. Fucking Canada, man. I know. At the clinic, they found semen on her underwear, jeans, and a vaginal swap. They also took her blood to see what was injected to her by Dr. Schneeberger. And the report showed that candy had been injected with versed. You know what that is? No. a pre-anesthetic agent that they use before anesthesia to relax your muscles and make you fall asleep. Definitely not the first choice in you would give to someone to calm them down from being hysterical, as everyone kept putting it. ⁓ no. Candy went straight to the authorities to report the rape by Dr. Schneeberger. That day, November first. Period. I already said this was a very small community, and John was a respected doctor that everyone knew and trusted. He had never been accused of anything like this. He was married to a woman named Lisa and had a beautifully blended family. Lisa had children from a previous marriage and they went on to have two more daughters. Okay. John was a family man and a pillar of the community. So it was hard for anyone to believe he could do this. Not to mention Candy was a young single mom in the early 90s, working at a gas station. So the conclusion a lot of people came to was that Candy targeted John for money, and the community pretty much turned their backs on Candy and supported John. Ugh. So John, being the good guy he is, he agreed to go ahead and give a blood sample to end all of this controversy. He had a nurse do it right there at the hospital. That's what that fucking picture was. Unfortunately, ⁓ that bitch. It wasn't a match to the DNA samples taken from Candy at the clinic. What? Candy was absolutely devastated. She knew there was no way that was possible. She hadn't had sex in weeks before the assault. She knew in her gut something happened in that exam room and somehow the DNA test from John was wrong. She was convinced it had been tampered with. ⁓ huh. Everyone else in the community was perfectly fine with this conclusion, and they tried to move on. But not Candy. She wasn't going to let this go. She knew what he did to her and she was going to prove it. The case stayed open only because Candy was very persistent about the DNA being somehow tampered with at the hospital. So almost a year later in August of 1993, John agreed to another blood test. This time the police monitored the entire blood draw. They watched the prep, they watched the needle go into his left arm, and the blood be drawn. The sample was handed directly to an officer and taken to the lab. Never leaving the custody or sight of an officer. Hell yeah. Unfortunately. Bitch. Once again, the DNA from John did not match the DNA found on Candy. ⁓ I'm having really bad thoughts right now. Candy was again absolutely floored. How is this happening again? She didn't accept the test results, not for one second. She knew something was wrong. After all, DNA was new technology, and her gut was telling her that it was wrong. And that he did this. She just needed to prove it. Her parents fully backed her, knew their daughter was not lying about Fucking period. Back your kids, man. doctor Schneeberger explained his use of versed was to help Candy calm down. He admits it's not normal practice for the use of the drug, since there was no other evidence against John and the DNA didn't match, not once but twice. The police in the community accepted this explanation and the case was closed in early nineteen ninety four. Brother But Candy was not given up. Good. She hired private investigator, Larry O'Brien. To help her get a DNA sample from John and prove that he did in fact rape her and she is not crazy. Which at this point everyone thinks she is. Okay. We love Larry. We love Larry. Is Larry still alive to get a gift basket? We haven't offered anyone gift back. I don't think Larry. He's retired from a police force at this point, was probably a little older. ⁓ well we've we've retracted gift baskets recently, so we have gift baskets to give out. He's just the best. Wonderful news. And at first he tried to do things by the book. He waited to get a sample from John throwing something away or leaving something laying around. Then he got creative while still in the realms of being legal. ⁓ And he sent a colleague to John's office because he was on call at the hospital, but he also had like a practice. Yeah. Okay. And he told them that they were from the radio and they were doing a radio contest where you just fill up these forms, put them in an envelope, and seal it. Everyone in the office does it, and then they would ⁓ pick a giveaway winner live on the air. Of course, John fell for this. But unfortunately, the saliva sample was contaminated and they couldn't use it. How was the saliva sample contaminated? I don't know. What do you mean? So, Larry, a former monty of 25 years, who no longer felt bound by the same rules of the law, he followed as an officer. Decided to break into John's car. Where he Sorry, I'm so excited. Keep going. Where he collected some hairs from the driver's headrest and a tube of chapstick. Period. Unfortunately, the hairs didn't have any roots on them, so they couldn't be tested. Jackie. But Candy paid a private lab to test the cells found on the chapstick. And you're not gonna believe this. But the cells on the chapstick were a match to the DNA found in Candy's rape kit. Finally, Candy had confirmation that she was in fact not crazy and that doctor Schneeberger did in fact rape her. Yeah. Only problem is none of this could be used in court or for an arrest since it was obtained illegally. And how can she be sure the chapstick belonged to John? Fuck. Candy was confused. I'm also confused. How the blood samples didn't match the chapstick. DNA doesn't work like that. Yeah. And it's the same no matter where you take it from. What the fuck was he putting in himself? Since the police didn't seem to be concerned with any of it, it would once again be to Candy to figure out why nothing was adding up. ⁓ So in June of nineteen four. God damn. Candy filed a lawsuit seeking financial damages and professional accountability from both Dr. Sneeberger and the Kipling Memorial Union Hospital. Period. While in court for a hearing, Dr. Sneeberger's wife, Lisa, is absolutely like shooting daggers at Candy. And as Candy put it, she was looking at me like, bitch, you're ruining my life. ⁓ no, how awful. If looks could kill, I'm telling you. But at this point, everyone was over Candy and her insistence that John was guilty. But Candy knew her gut was right. She knew he did this and she didn't want him doing this to anyone else. Period. So on November twentieth, nineteen ninety-six. What the fuck? John agreed to a third DNA test. This time the test would take place at the forensic lab by a scientist and would be videotaped throughout the entire process. At first, John is asked to do a finger finger prick, as that is the easiest way to get a blood sample, since they don't need that much for DNA. Uh-huh. When you're testing for substances or blood alcohol limit or diseases, you need a larger vial. Yeah. But John actually asked them to do the blood draw from his left arm instead, stating he has a condition that makes his hands bruise easily. I believe he puts out ⁓ rhinoids. Rhinoids. Okay. And Very specifically his left arm though. Yes. Since John was doing this voluntarily for the civil suit being filed against him, they couldn't make him do anything. So The lab tech inserts the needle into his left arm, but nothing comes out. So she thinks it it just might be the tube and the ⁓ the suction mechanism in it. So she grabs another one. But it happens again. Eventually she did get a small sample, but when she goes to test it, she's puzzled that the blood seems old and not fresh, and ultimately concludes that the sample is too degraded for DNA testing. I'm gonna play you a video of this now. Okay. So Candy's response to all this was that it's bullshit. They had one more chance and they screwed up again. She could she could not believe it. How was his blood not matching the cells that were found on the chapstick? Yeah. With the DNA once again not matching John, the civil suit was dropped, and John continued being a doctor who was still held in high regard in the community. That is, until April 25th, 1997. Mmm. While John was at work, His fifteen-year-old stepdaughter, who is Lisa's daughter from her first marriage, told her mom that for years John had been coming into her room at night and injecting her with something before sexually assaulting her. Thankfully, Lisa believed her and immediately went searching through the house for evidence of this. And in John's office, she found a box that contained vials of versed, needles, and condoms. I'm sorry, his daughter? His stepdaughter. ⁓ yuck. Lisa was absolutely sick by what she found. She knew that Candy was telling the truth and that her husband really was a monster. Lisa didn't wait to confront John or let him give an explanation. She immediately went to the police to report what her daughter told her and hand over everything she found in his home office. John was immediately arrested and a warrant for his DNA was obtained. This time, they took three different samples of DNA testing: hairs from his head, a blood sample from a finger prick. not his arm, and they took a cheek swab. Okay. Good. Wouldn't you know it? All three samples matched the DNA found in Candy's rape kit and the items found by Lisa in the home. That's fucking crazy. Candy's reaction was about damn time. Yeah and my favorite quote from her is, and I quote, I even offered to go chop an arm off. I would have sucked him in the face just to get that blood. No problem. Period. Everyone was now asking the same question. How did the other blood samples not match? They watched the blood draw. They saw the needle go into his arm and vein. They even have it on video. What is going through my brain feels disgusting. Well, the answer to that question would have to wait for trial, which started in November 1999. He was on trial for the rape of Candy and his stepdaughter. Yeah. Dr. John Schneeberger actually took the stand to explain how he did it. Excuse me? He I beg your finest fucking pardon. He explained that he implanted a fifteen centimeter Penrose drain filled with another man's blood, a patient of his. And he put anticoagulants in it, and he inserted this into his left arm, which is why he is insistent that the blood draws be from his left arm. If you go back and watch the video from the laboratory blood draw, you can actually see the tube in his arm for a moment. The lab tech was right to have her suspici suspicions about the vein being larger than normal, and the blood did not seem fresh because it was seven years old at this point. That's right, he never took the tube out or replaced the blood in it. Then John proceeded to tell the court that he only did it to protect himself from Candy's false accusations. John claimed that Candy broke into his house, stole a used condom, and then planted the semen and herself on her clothing, all to frame him and take his money. Ew. knew it had to have been someone else's blood, but I co I wasn't You couldn't figure out how to figure out how. So I was like, like right before he goes, he is injecting himself with someone else's blood. I'm like, no, that would make him sick. You can't do that. And also y it would mix with your blood, so it would still have your blood in it. ⁓ What the ⁓ fuck? all of tests were voluntarily given, he could say where to draw it from. Yeah. He's like, ⁓ no, look at my vein here. It looks like And he's a doctor and this is the easiest Everyone in the courtroom was an absolute shock when they heard how he did it. Candy, along with her friends and family, were absolutely disgusted with John trying to say that Candy was framing him. Although he had nothing to say about the accusations his stepdaughter brought against him. I'ma touch on that in a motherfucking minute. To no one's surprise, Candy took the stand. ⁓ And in her own words, I quote I was a bulldog on the stand. I kicked his lawyer's ass, and he is supposed to be the best lawyer in southern Saskatchewan. Isn't that something? I showed him who's boss. I love Candy. Hell yeah. I love her. Dr. John Schneeberger was found guilty of sexual assault, of administrating a noxious substance, and of obstruction of justice. He was also found guilty of sexual assault on his stepdaughter. Good. Guess how many years he got? Yes. ⁓ seventeen. Nope. He got six years. Six motherfucking years for drugging and assaulting. sexually assaulting a twenty three year old patient and his own fifteen year old stepdaughter. That's it. Six years. Let Sam rage. Okay. So here's the fucking thing. If people would have just believed Candy, his daughter wouldn't have his excuse me, stepdaughter wouldn't have been being sexually assaulted for all those goddamn years. Why is it only six years? Yeah, she's fifteen now, but how old was she when it fucking started? She said it's been years, it's been years. What the fuck? ⁓ yeah, he also had two sexual assault charges dismissed against him in ninety-three and ninety-four, but I couldn't find more information about that. They also included drugging. I mean it makes sense though, because if he's a fucking doctor and they're like, ⁓ we trust him, how many other people has he done this to and they just didn't realize it? I feel gross. ⁓ I hate men. I hate them. Okay, are you good now? Yeah. Okay, because now I'm gonna make you super mad. Then I'm gonna make you more mad, then I'm gonna make you a little happy, and then I'm gonna make you mad again. So are you ready? Are you ready? What I haven't told you about is that after John was arrested and awaiting trial, Lisa divorced his ass. But before she could divorce him, she had to do a standard separation agreement in Saskatchewan that included child visitation of his two biological daughters he shared with Lisa, who were five and six at the time. Lisa was not allowing this. She refused to take the girls to an overnight visit while he was awaiting the verdict in his trial. So John sued her for contempt, and a judge forced Lisa to pay two thousand dollars, which she gladly did knowing she was protecting her daughters. Good. John's fight to have visitation with his daughters intensified after his guilty verdict. While incarcerated, he aggressively pursued visitation rates with the girls. Lisa fought this so hard, but ultimately John won, and a judge ordered Lisa to take the girls once a month to the prison to see John. Lisa was threatened with more fines and even jail time if she didn't comply. So she very reluctantly took the girls to their first visit. Lisa and the girls were greeted by about a hundred protesters in support of them, one of which was their big sister. Fucking period. All of them were holding signs showing support for Lisa and her daughters, and they were loud. Good. Once they got into the prison everything changed. Both girls broke down in tears. They wouldn't let go of their mom, and they would not walk towards him. The girls were in such distress that the social worker ended the visit before it began. Period. I don't know why that makes me cry right now. Because that's called motherfucking justice, bitch. Don't don't you remember what I just told you. I'm aware mad, happy, really mad. The girls were in such distress that the social worker ended the visit before it began. Okay. For days later, John gave up his visitation rights because he didn't want to traumatize the girls any further. Okay. That was the smallest clap I just did. But I know. But honestly, go Lisa for going so hard from the moment she learned about the abuse from her daughter. Lisa would go on to say later in a news article, At least I can say to my girls when they're older I tried. They will know that mommy at least tried to keep us away from him. I still blame myself. Maybe if I had believed Candy, none of this would have happened to my daughter. Hindsight's always twenty twenty. It is, and it's a bitch. But I'm I am so proud of Lisa for immediately Immediately believing Immediately being like, Yep, this aligns with everything else that's been happening. Yes. 'Cause she could have been like, Well, you're fifteen, you've heard what everyone's saying. It's such a small town. She already knew these details. Yes. You know what I mean? Yep. So good on her. But also good on her probably helped her realize what was happening to her. I genuinely am curious why the daughter waited unless she was like I wonder if she like I wonder if she was starting to build up a tolerance to the drug. Maybe. And she was staying awake longer. Maybe. Like actually knowing it was happening. And also you're getting to that age where like you can f you know, in the morning you feel that. You know? It's yeah. And to Honestly, I'm sorry for all we know also, like, thank God he was using condoms. Yeah. Thank God. Like it's still fucking disgusting. You d ugn with candy. Yeah. But like Even with that, like if a woman doesn't take care of herself after she has sex, yeah. Like some shit gets fucked up. So that could have been a another sign as well. Especially at fifteen, you've yeah pro she's probably already gone through puberty for ⁓ a couple of years now. Yeah. So interesting. Okay. In two thousand three, after only serving four years of his sentence, John Schneeberger was released on parole. At least I warned you you were gonna be mad. Okay, but I will make it better, kind of. The College of Physicians and Surgeons of Saskatchewan stripped John Schneeberger of his medical license. He then promptly moved to Regina, the same town where Candy was living, and since he had been stripped of his medical license, he worked with a demolition crew. Fortunately, Candy didn't have to worry about John living in the same town as her for very long, because when Lisa divorced John, she turned around and reported him to the Canadian immigration authorities. According to the Calgary Herald. John is originally from Zambia and later lived in South Africa. He neglected to disclose on his Canadian citizenship application in 1993 that he was being investigated for rape. A fucking Lisa man. So the Canadian authorities revoked his citizenship and ordered his deportation back to South Africa, where John had been a permanent resident before immigrating to Canada. Mmm. He moved to Durban to live with his mommy. Awww. Then his brother tried to help him get back on his feet in the medical community. According to a report by the Mercury News in Durban, John applied to the Health Professions Council of South Africa to work in medicine less than three weeks after his arrival. The council was considering the former doctor's registration until he suddenly withdrew it in October. And I think it might have had a little something to do with this ⁓ update from Forensic Files and how South Africa received him. And I quote from an update from Forensic Files. The man once affectionately known as Dr. John in Canada became Doctor Rape in South Africa. And he has reportedly taken up work in the catering industry since he had picked up some skills on kitchen duty in prison. He has since pretty much dropped off the radar. End quote. Listen, I have the update ⁓ from Forensic Files and linked down here. You guys need to watch it because this person who updated this is catty as fuck. And it is I love hilarious. I love me some petty motherfuckers. Also, on a side note, I will say, because it's in there at the very end, the executive producer of Forensic Files, this is his absolute favorite episode, and Candy is his absolute favorite person. Understand. ⁓ he says that of all the episodes he's ever done for like this chunk of Forensic Files, which is like the nineties to two thousands, I think it's like 17 seasons or whatever, ⁓ he said it's his favorite episode ever. Hell yeah. So ⁓ yeah. So any thoughts before we get into Candy and Justice? ⁓ I feel like I said my thoughts and you've just kind of confirmed them with what other people said. the only thought I have stop trying to play God. To do disgusting things to women. Thank you. Yeah, and Canada, change your laws about visitation in prison. ⁓ yeah, that's fucking disgusting. I'm just happy that they were like, Mm, no. Yeah, that they kinda ended that and were done with it. Yeah. And I love Lisa. She's like, I'll pay a fine, I don't care. But she also couldn't go to jail being the only parent. So I see how she was forced. I get it. I get that. So Candy now works as continuing care assistant for ⁓ an addiction services facility in Saskatchewan. Professionals with her job title are known as the eyes and ears of the frail and vulnerable, which I think is a very fitting job for Candy. I agree. Now, I know I haven't talked much about Candy and her family and her upbringing or any of that. Well, that's because we don't actually know Candy's real name. Excuse me? ⁓ it's She used Candy for the very limited interviews and documentaries she did. And we even have a fake last name. I've seen Foster and like a Fogerty ⁓ or Fogoli ⁓ type So I didn't try to ⁓ go any further on because I respect that. She's survivor. She deserves her privacy. And even though her face is out there, like I those pictures are of her. Yeah. In a documentary, her talking out, ⁓ speaking out. But honestly, it's not that hard to dye your hair and it's true. Put glasses on her contacts on and no one would know, you know? So I have she deserves her privacy. I'm okay not knowing her name. I didn't want to include a last name of any, like I think I found two or three different last names associated with it. I didn't notice that you didn't say it. Nope. ⁓ her mom and dad are Virginia and Ed in the Forensic Files documentary, but I don't know if that's ⁓ their actual name. So I just took those back out of there as well. She also has a friend in there, but who knows if it's her friend's actual name. ⁓ but I also think it's really cool that everybody has kind of respected her having this false identity. Hell yeah. And like nobody tries to find her real identity and everybody just goes, it's Candy. Yeah. So I will say that I have an immense amount of respect for Candy for never giving up when everyone and everything was telling her she was wrong. I mean, three DNA tests telling you that you are wrong. That's crazy. That's crazy work. I can't even imagine to begin how hard those seven years for her. But she lived in that community that whole time. She didn't move out, she didn't leave it till it was over. Like I'm just she wasn't backing down. She was not about to let the fucking man bring her down. And I love that. And not once in her forensic files, because the other documentary is a Canada one and I can't find it. just she's so strong and such a badass every step of the way. She was never scared. She never faltered. She was like, fuck him. Hell yeah. And I ⁓ it. ⁓ I do love that. So let's talk justice. Yes. The only sliver. of justice I think we got was a conviction and some time served. Candy got the confirmation that he did do this. His stepdaughter got the abuse ended. The other daughters were saved. But outside of that small win, we do not have justice. He is out free, and who knows what he could still be doing, especially with his dipshit doctor brother still enabling him and believing he is innocent. I saw multiple quotes that his brother says that those claims are false. He didn't do it. Ugh yuck. So Yeah. Yeah. I I'm happy that his license was stripped and that he's being called Doctor Rape. Like that's great. And they take that like listen, Africa, I'm sorry. South Africa. You don't want to be called Doctor Rape in a country continent area that literally made devices that go inside a woman's vagina with teeth in it to where if she is raped it will literally lock onto a the penis and you are being cut to shit. Vagina dentata. This is not the place you would like to be called Dr. Rape, but I'm glad it is because Fuck you. They have there has been a wave of stopping that in Africa. Like in the countries where it is happening. So like personally, it's fucking horrid that that even had to be a thing. Yeah. Like Hey, guess what? No is a full fucking sentence. Whole sentence. And guess what? If you don't respect a woman when she says no, you deserve you to have your dick chomped by teeth in her vagina. Exactly. ⁓ my god, I hate men so much. I told you. Okay, so this was a weird episode. This is a cool episode, right? Like we I have a survivor. Yes. She's a badass. Period. And we stopped. We have multiple survivors. We multiple survivors. We have badass women left and right in this episode. ⁓ this was Yeah. This was a much needed case compared to what we've been giving you from of all of season three so far. So wow. I I know you said that we don't have justice. Absolutely, that man deserves to have his dick ripped off personally. But I'm happy I I feel like we do though at the same time. One sliver of justice. It's not full like I would have seen like him seem to do some more jail time, but he's strictly medical license. I feel like it's chunky highlights of justice. Rather than just a sliver because one, he's not even here anymore. He's not allowed well, at least in North America. so they are physically safe from him now. Yeah. They got the confirmation that they had at least Candy had been screaming for years. We got that confirmation. And technically he was held accountable for it. Yeah. If he takes accountability himself, it's not happening. But also fuck you. Yuck. Yeah. But they're safe and I think that is more justice than what we're giving credit for. Okay. Personally, for me. I would you know, I wasn't looking more on that side for the justice. I was I think more in like the time served in his like conviction and stuff and him still being held responsible for this. Mm-hmm. ⁓ but no, I do like that. The the fact that they are safe, that they are away from him, they don't have the chances of running into him, they don't have to deal with that at all, or them him stalking or being like that. So that's really nice. Yeah. But it does worry me for him being out free 'cause like you said Who knows if he happens to be doing this to someone else? Especially if his brother's like, ⁓ no, he didn't do this. Is he a bringing in a couple Buying him a drug of sorts that he could use for this. I will say my first thought when you when the DNA wasn't matching up, I'm like, how many other people in the office came and also, you know. Yeah. So that was my other thought. And I'm like, because it it was other people. Because there's no talk of like matching DNA to any like testing anybody else who worked in the hospital. Yeah. Which unfortunately happens and it's fucking gross. Okay. Yeah, that was my episode today, guys. so once again, like, follow, subscribe, everywhere at justiceforpodcast.com. ⁓ Or my gosh, at Justice4 Podcast. I said dot com for like following and subscribing. I mean you can do it from our website. you can submit a case on our website, look at our resources, all of our episodes are on there, all the show notes, all the pictures are also on there if you're not on social media. ⁓ Please go join our discussion post. We have one for every single episode. We want to hear your thoughts. Leave it in a review. I love to confuse new listeners with reviews that are full of comments or questions about episodes. I love the other podcasts who have that in theirs. I would like ours to be like that too. Confuse our new listeners, please. but that's all I've really got. I'm really excited to your eighteen parter next week. ⁓ I wait that long. Two or three parts, we don't know yet. You might be in for a long haul. Who knows? If you or anyone you know is unfortunately a victim of sexual assault, there is help available 247. ⁓ you can call, you can chat, you can go to the website. It's the national sexual assault. Hotline ⁓ 1-800-656-HOPE. Again, that's 1-800-656-4673. ⁓ is also a chat option. If you are not able to talk to someone, you can also go to their website, which we will have linked below. ⁓ Or on our website. So please, please, please say something. Say something. Say something. I know that there's been so many issues of people not wanting to say something because they feel like they're not gonna be believed. And unfortunately, Candy was one of those people, but she kept pressing. And look where she's at now. Yeah. Tell someone. Please, please tell someone. Okay. So with that being said, please take care of yourself. Have a happy Pride Month and we will catch you guys next week with an all-new episode, okay? Love you. Bye.