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The home of Vincenzo Iale, where he invited Jason Marshall and where he would be tortured and murdered
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EPISODE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT:
Today’s episode is the final part about the murder of Peter Fasoli, a lonely man who let a stranger into his life, only to be tortured, suffocated and left to die inside his burning bungalow. His killer had fled, believing he had covered his tracks, but he had left behind an eye-witness.
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UNEDITED TRANSCRIPT OF THE EPISODE: SCRIPT: Welcome to Murder Mile; a true-crime podcast and audio guided walk featuring many of London’s untold, unsolved and long-forgotten murders, all set within and beyond the West End. Today’s episode is the final part about the murder of Peter Fasoli, a lonely man who let a stranger into his life, only to be tortured, suffocated and left to die inside his burning bungalow. His killer had fled, believing he had covered his tracks, but he had left behind an eye-witness. Murder Mile is researched using authentic sources. It contains moments of satire, shock and grisly details. And as a dramatization of the real events, it may also feature loud and realistic sounds, so that no matter where you listen to this podcast, you’ll feel like you’re actually there. (lighter) My name is Michael, I am your tour-guide and this is Murder Mile. (fire/flames) Episode 128: The Badoo Killer – Part Two. (hints of The Snowman) Peter lay slumped, hidden in a dark recess between his side of the bed and the back of his brown sofa; helpless, motionless and unable to scream, move or even breathe. With his wrists and ankles hog-tied by adhesive tape, his oxygen-starved face deformed by thick layers of tightly-wrapped clingfilm, and his last gasps of breath suffocated by a plastic carrier-bag, Peter was dying a slow and painful death. Described as a “good man who would help anyone with anything”, Peter didn’t have an ounce of hatred in his heart or a cruel thought in his head, as all ever wanted was to be loved. And yet, given that his date had arrived with a bottle of flammable liquid stashed in a rucksack, it’s clear that Peter’s death was decided before the torture, the foreplay, the chat, and even before he had opened his door. Peter was alive but unconscious as the accelerant splashed upon his bare flesh - and although dotted with red raw holes where searing cigarette tips had singed his skin - ignited by his killer as he callously walked away, the hot propellant engulfed his body as his skin, hair and bindings burned and smoked. The fire was started at 12:41am precisely, an alarm activated within seconds, and at 12:43am, seeing smoke pouring from the little bungalow, several neighbours called 999. “Emergency, which service do you require?”, “Fire. There’s flames pouring out of 2 Rubens Road”, “Is anyone inside?”, “I don’t know, possibly Peter?”. Alerted at 12:44am, three crews from Northolt Fire Station at Pett’s Hills sped the two-mile route in less than five minutes, and arrived at 12:49am, eight minutes after the fire began. Three appliances and two ambulances blocked the L-shaped kink of Rubens Road. Unable to gain entry to the white door by the little stone path, fire fighters used the jaws-of-life to pry open a double-glazed window. With the fire focussed around the bed, found alive but unresponsive, Peter’s blackened body was dragged from the burning building, but on arrival at Hillingdon hospital, he was pronounced dead. Peter was 58-years-old; he never married, he had no children and he left behind a sister and a nephew. ...but for his grieving family, they would be denied the peace or justice that they rightfully deserved. The investigation into Peter’s death should have been simple. A naked man, bound with adhesive tape and suffocated with clingfilm and a plastic bag was found inside a burning building. The windows were closed, the door was locked and the room was ransacked. So, surely a murder looked most likely? Suicide or auto-asphyxia was ruled-out, as It would have been impossible for Peter to tie his own hands and ankles behind his back, and suffocate himself. Burglary was deemed unlikely as - although drawers were emptied, shelves were up ended and almost every wire was pulled out of the back of his bank of computers - there were no signs of a break-in and nothing appeared to have been stolen. As for arson, the fire brigade concluded that “there were none of the classic signs of a deliberate fire”. There was no ignition source, as the killer had taken the lighter. No evidence of accelerant, as all of the fuel had burned-off. And owing to an excess of electrical equipment, a faulty appliance seemed more logical. As for third-party involvement? Only one bowl of cereal sat in the sink, there were no fingerprints and no-one saw a single person enter or exit the bungalow. The neighbours heard no screams, only music. Of the three security cameras watching Peter’s door, all were either broken or its recorder had been damaged in the fire, and there were no other CCTV cameras nearby. And even if it could talk, the only living entity known to have been in that room, that night was Peter’s budgie... and it was dead. An autopsy found no signs of restraint, as owing to the heat of the blaze, the adhesive tape, the plastic bag and the clingfilm had vapourised. So, with a little blackening in his lungs and a history of heart problems, the cause of death was attributed to smoke asphyxiation, suggesting he died in his sleep. An inquest was held at West London Coroner's Court on 16th August 2013. With foul-play ruled out and the fire investigators stating that the blaze had been started by “a faulty light bulb above his bed” - a bulb which hadn’t been switched on that night - a verdict was returned of “accidental death”. With the coroner concluding that the case was not suspicious, a murder investigation was not required and so the Police had no reason to check any of the following; Peter’s bank account, his phone calls, his internet history, his social media, his recent purchases, his contacts, his itinerary or his computer. The case was closed, Peter was buried, and no-one saw this as a miscarriage of justice. Over the following year, Peter’s bungalow was boarded up with metal sheets. His personal possessions were placed in storage by a family friend. And given its grisly history, nobody wanted to move in to 2 Rubens Road. So, in 2015, the building was demolished and a new-build now stands in its place, taking with it the last physical memory of Peter Fasoli and his murder was erased forever. Jason Marshall had fled, believing he had got away with murder... ...only one witness still remained, and they had seen and heard everything. Having missed the last tube home, still dressed like an MI5 agent, Jason caught a series of night buses from Northolt back to his hostel at Forest Gate and slept soundly, his mission to kill was accomplished. Waking, Jason checked but there was nothing in the news. It’s a sad indictment that ‘kinky gay killer tortures loner in burning bungalow’ is the sort of salacious headline that the trashy tabloids would die for, and yet, they wouldn’t waste a single drop of ink to report ‘lonely man dies in house-fire’. To cover his tracks, the next morning at 9:33am precisely, Jason sent Peter a message over Badoo. In short, it read “Sorry I didn’t turn up last night. Felt sick. Meet soon? Gabriel”. A few hours later, he sent a second “You there?”, followed by several more, “Don’t ignore me”, “I said I was sorry”, “oh, don’t be mean”, but receiving no reply, he wrote “fine, be like that” and their communication ceased. Jason didn’t need an alibi... but he invented one, just in case. On Tuesday 8th January, barely 30 hours after the murder, Jason purchased a return flight to the Italian capital city of Rome, using Peter’s bank card. As the card hadn’t been reported as stolen, the purchase was small and no-one was monitoring his bank account, it’s use wasn’t flagged-up as suspicious. On Friday 11th, at 6:50am, an EasyJet flight departed Gatwick Airport carrying the crazed killer. Two hours later, his flight landed at Fiumicino airport. With no sirens, armed police or roadblocks, just a cursory grunt and a glare by an immigration official, Jason was welcomed into Italy. Being half-Italian, with Latin looks and fluent in the language, he blended in among the city’s revellers of the arty district of Prati, where he lived off his victim’s money and partied like a man without a care in the world. For at least a week, his pathetic little life was good... ...but once the money was gone, the fun stopped. Like many millions, the anonymity of hiding behind a pen-name, a cherry-picked profile and a chosen photo lets them hide their inadequacies, casually chat and (like Peter) log-out when they get bored. But for one man, Badoo wasn’t just a dating website, it was a hunting ground full of sad lonely men. Jason didn’t need to prowl the streets to find the perfect victim, as with so many men vying for love, all he had to do was click. Unwittingly, they had packed their profiles full of details to make his hunt a lot simpler; their age, size, height and weight (selecting an older smaller male who wouldn’t put up a fight), their status (a quiet singleton who lived alone), their lifestyle (a man with a disposable income) and – more importantly – their sexual preferences (choosing a submissive male into S&M, bondage and role-play, who was eager to fulfil a younger man’s sadistic fantasy of interrogating a suspect. On Saturday 26th January, twenty days after Peter’s murder, 67-year-old Vincenzo Iale, a retired tour guide and divorced father-of-one welcomed a stranger into his home, who went by the alias of Gabriel. Situated on a quiet side-street in the sleepy seaside town of Torvaianica Alta, Vincenzo’s home at Mar dei Coralli uno consisted of a two-storey box-like building with white walls and brown ceramic tiles, but as a security conscious man, its sturdy gate could only be accessed by a buzzer or a key-pad. At 7pm, their date began as any interaction between two strangers would. “hi, I’m Gabriel... erm, well, Jason really, hello”, (“Ciao, sono Gabriel ... ehm, beh, Jason davvero, ciao”), “hello, I’m Vincenzo, nice to meet you... in person”, (“ciao, sono Vincenzo, piacere di conoscerti ... di persona”), “ha-ha, yes, in person... finally”, (“sì, di persona... finalmente”), possibly followed by “please come in”, (“prego entra”), “shall I take my shoes off”, (“devo togliermi le scarpe”), a “no, that’s fine” (“no, va bene”), and a few casual pleasantries about his journey, the sea, the weather and Vinzenzo’s home. With the romantic mood set by soft lighting and classical music, the two men chatted. Standing briefly, Jason removed his jacket to reveal a ill-conceived uniform of an MI5 Agent (this time, on assignment at the British Embassy); blue jeans, a woolly hat, a smutty t-shirt, a Nokia mobile, a homemade ID, and a utility belt full of childish crap; kitchen gloves, plastic handcuffs and a toy gun. Only this time, along with his hunting knife, he carried a truncheon and a can of pepper spray, all of which were real. With the sexy chit-chat having stalled, ‘Jason Marshall, MI5 Agent’ informed “Vincenzo Iale of Mar dei Coralli” he was “under arrest for being a spy” (“sei in arresto per essere una spia”). Smiling, Vincenzo willingly stripped, he was gagged and hog-tied with adhesive tape, and the two men engaged in sex. ...only this fantasy role-play was about to get very real, very quick. “I want your PIN number” ("Voglio il tuo numero PIN") Jason screamed, as the red-hot tip of a cigarette seared his victim’s flesh. “I want your PIN”, he wailed, raining down blows upon his body with an inch-thick truncheon. “Your PIN”, he spat, blinding his bound and muffled hostage with pepper-spray; until he relented, gasping for air. With that, Jason went shopping and returned a whole 400 Euros richer. To fabricate a burglary, he upended shelves and ransacked cupboards, but bafflingly he didn’t make it look like a break-in. And he stole nothing of any value; just a cash card, the electronic key to the gate, the laptop’s hard-drive (as if to erase any trace of their history) and Vincenzo’s second-hand Fiat. But now, with the role-play having ended and the date having soured, their brief friendship was over. ‘The Badoo Killer’ had no use for his only witness. Having decided that suffocation by clingfilm was too slow, and an inferno drew too much attention, Jason went old-school. Yanking an electric flex from a bedside light and wrapping it tightly around Vincenzo’s neck, Jason stretched the cord wide, his knee buried in the arched back of his hog-tied hostage, until his face turned blue and his body went limp. Lying there, alive but unconscious, Jason plunged his eight-inch hunting knife into Vincenzo’s chest, and slamming it down four times, the cold steel penetrated his ribs, lungs, back and the carpet below. And like the Angel Gabriel himself, standing over the body, he administered the last rites - “In nominee patris et filii et spiritus sancti. Ego sum resurrection et vita” – and with no fire, no smoke and no alarm to quicken his step, as a calm as when he entered, Jason left Torvaianica Alta, never to return. It wasn’t until one week later, that Vincenzo was discovered... ...but by then, Jason was flat-broke, desperate and was seeking a third victim. His name was Umberto Gismondi; a little lonely Italian man of modest means who lived alone and was a submissive into S&M, bondage and role-play. Having flirted online, they agreed to meet in person. Only this time, the Police were watching. Having found Vincenzo’s mobile beside to his body, the chat on Badoo had led to an unknown male known only as Gabriel. Tracking the withdrawals from a stolen cash card and a stolen second-hand Fiat, Jason was being tailed by a Police surveillance team. On Thursday 21st February, at 7pm, they saw as Umberto Gismondi let a stranger into his home. “Hi, I’m Gabriel... well, Jason really”, (“Ciao, sono Gabriel ... beh, Jason davvero”), “hello, I’m Umberto, nice to meet you... in person”, (“ciao, sono Vincenzo, piacere di conoscerti ... di persona”), “Prego”. The mood was awkward and stilted, but lifted by soft lighting, warm smiles and romantic music. From the dark of a blacked-out van, two surveillance officers watched the windows of the little flat in Casal Morena, a suburb in the south east of Rome, as inside, two strangers sat and made small talk. Only the night, for the watchers, was dull. Incredibly dull. Being either a little too shy to engage in sex so soon or the kind of man who liked to be loved, Umberto kept Jason at a distance; together they ate a delightful dinner, sat on the sofa watching television and occasionally kissed, but there was no sex. The surveillance had proved fruitless. So, when their agonisingly-dull shift was finally over, instead of waiting for fresh men to replace them, the officers just left, leaving Umberto alone with Jason. Inside, Jason had grown impatient. With Umberto happy to just sit and chat, rather than he hog-tied and shagged senseless, Jason’s mission was stymied by a dithering man and his fraught nerves were ready to snap. All it took was a single sound, a mocking laugh from Umberto’s lips, as he found Jason’s tale that he was an MI5 agent idiotic, and (rightfully) panned his pathetic uniform and his plastic gun. (Laughing) Furious; Umberto was beaten, kicked, pepper-sprayed, battered with a truncheon and suffocated with cushions. “I want your PIN number” ("Voglio il tuo numero PIN"). The torture lasted for hours, as Jason dragged him from room-to-room, beating him senseless, but the Police were gone. Bloodied and barely conscious, having given up his PIN, Jason was 400 Euros richer and stole an iPad. But before he could return to dispose of his only witness, having released his gag, Umberto screamed. Neighbours came, Police were alerted, the attacker’s name was given-up, and having tracked the GPS on his mobile to a bus heading south in the suburbs of Rome, at 3:30am Jason Marshall was arrested. The evidence was overwhelming; a stolen car, a key-card and bank cards in the names of Vincenzo Iale and Umberto Gismondi, as well as a knife, a truncheon, pepper-spray, adhesive tape, a fake uniform, bloodstains, DNA and – having survived the attack – Umberto proved to be a very credible witness. But two large problems emerged... Firstly, Jason claimed he had no memory of the last three months; from November 2012 - when he blacked-out in an unnamed Scottish forest - to a few days ago - when he awoke in an Italian psychiatric hospital; drugged and handcuffed to a bed, with an armed police guard at his side. Dates which – coincidentally or not – Include him maiming Umberto Gismondi, and murdering Vincenzo Iale. And secondly, sticking with his implausible story that he was an MI5 Agent on a mission to arrest spies, and that he was the Angel Gabriel on a divine prophesy, with his medical history showing a history of depression, anxiety, a diagnosis of Asperger’s and having been sectioned under the Mental Health Act, he was deemed fit to stand trial, but his heinous crimes were viewed under diminished responsibility. On 9th July 2014, at the Frosinone Court of Assizes, 25-year-old Jason Peter Marshall of Greenwich was found guilty of the murder of Vincenzo Iale and the attempted murder of Umberto Gismondi. After appeal, he was sentenced to sixteen years in prison, with at least three to be spent in psychiatric care. And with The Badoo Killer jailed, the case was closed and his name and his crimes were forgotten... ...almost, as there was still one eye-witness, yet to speak, who had seen and heard everything. On Saturday 8th November 2014, being close to two years since the fire, and fifteen months after a coroner’s inquest had ruled the death of Peter Fasoli as ‘an accident’ owing to a ‘faulty lightbulb’ - a logical outcome which neither the fire brigade, the police or his relatives had any reason not to believe – his nephew (Christopher Murgatroyd) removed Peter’s personal possessions from storage. Some were charred, many were damaged and others were beyond repair, but as part of the grieving process to mourn his beloved uncle, Christopher knew that Peter had been compiling a family tree. Keen to recover the project, he switched on his uncle’s laptop, which had survived the inferno. As a neat man, typically the files on his hard-drive were well-organised, so it didn’t pose a problem to find his research, his reference sources and a treasure trove of family photos. But one file stood out... ...it was a large file, a very large file, so large it took up most of the hard-drive. Clicking the video file open, Christopher was confronted by a familiar sight. As filmed using the laptop’s webcam by the bank of computers, this fixed shot showed the inside of the little bungalow; his uncle sat in his recliner chair, eating a bowl of cereal, and behind him lay his blue bed and his brown sofa. Initially it seemed an odd thing to film, a seven-hour recording of him sitting alone eating his dinner? Only this dull little video was far from unremarkable, as although it had no name, its date was unique. Peter had pressed record just before 7pm, on Sunday 6th January 2013 - the evening that he died. At 7pm precisely, having briefly exited the shot, the audio picked up the chat of two socially-awkward man - “Hi, I’m Gabriel... erm, well, Jason really, hello”, “hello, I’m Peter, nice to meet you... in person”, “ha-ha, yes, in person... finally”, “please, come in” – as into the bungalow walked a stranger. Rightfully concerned, Christopher spooled through the video and witnessed everything; from the role-play, to the torture, the robbery and the suffocation. With his uncle out-of-frame - his bound-body and his shrink-wrapped head slumped in an oxygen-starved heap behind the sofa – having said a prayer in Latin, the stranger ransacked the room and yanked-out cables from the bank of computers. And although the video abruptly cut-out... the audio kept recording, saving the file to the hard-drive and capturing the last moments of his Peter’s life; the splash of flammable liquid, the click of a lighter, the licking of flames and the piercing shrill of a fire alarm. Quite why Peter chose to record this is unknown, but with this silent witness finally speaking, a murderer would be brought to justice. (End) On 10th November 2014, the video was handed to the West Yorkshire Police, and received by the Met Police, a murder inquiry established and the ‘accidental death’ of Peter Fasoli was re-investigated. With the coroner’s inquest re-opened, the Police had powers to search everything; the hard-drive, the phone calls, the bank cards and the Badoo messages, all of which led to 25-year-old Jason Marshall – a nobody they had never heard of – as well as the fake alibi, the cash withdrawals, the flight to Italy, and his recent conviction for a murder and an attempted murder, two attacks identical to Peter’s. On 15th February 2017, stalled owing to a lot of red-tape and a lengthy stint in an Italian psychiatric unit, a European arrest warrant was issued, and Jason was arrested on transfer to Heathrow airport. Tried at the Old Bailey, Jason pleaded not guilty, but his defence of amnesia due to hard drinking was dismissed, as in not one single piece of footage did he look unsteady, confused or drunk. And although his mental-illness was deemed a factor, the judge made it clear that Jason was to blame for his actions. Judge Hilliard QC said: “you were motivated by a desire to cause Mr Fasoli pain. You tortured him for so long because you enjoyed it so much. You felt no remorse for what you have done, only pleasure”. The jury took just 75 minutes to reach a unanimous verdict, and being found guilty of both charges, Jason Marshall was sentenced to a minimum term of 39 years for the murder of Peter Fasoli. A fresh inquest also overruled the original verdict of ‘accidental death’ by the coroner’s court, but no blame was attached to the Police or Fire Brigade, who admitted that “minor oversights had been made”. As of today, The Badoo Killer resides at HMP Frankland, where he will remain until 2056. OUTRO: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for listening to Murder Mile. That was the final part of The Badoo Killer. And as always, after the break we have the non-compulsory part of the show for those who like info, idiotic coots and iced buns. So, if that sounds awful, switch off now. But before that, here’s a promo for a true-crime podcast which may be the lovely soft and sweet layer of frangipane which nestles in the middle of a lovely scrumptious Bakewell tart. A big thank you to my new Patreon supporters, who are; Kerry Roberts, Jessica Cooke, The Lady Juliet Maybank and Anthony Priddey, I thank you all for supporting the show, it’s much appreciated. Plus, a thank you to everyone who has recently left lovely reviews and kind words for Murder Mile on your favourite podcast app’, it’s very much appreciated and – even better - it acts like a stiff mid-digit to all those nasty people who have no lives, hate everything and their jollies by pissing on people chips. Murder Mile was researched, written and performed by myself, with the main musical themes written and performed by Erik Stein & Jon Boux of Cult With No Name. Thank you for listening and sleep well. *** LEGAL DISCLAIMER The Murder Mile UK True Crime Podcast has been researched using the original declassified police investigation files, court records, press reports and as many authentic sources as possible, which are freely available in the public domain, including eye-witness testimony, confessions, autopsy reports, first-hand accounts and independent investigation, where possible. But these documents are only as accurate as those recounting them and recording them, and are always incomplete or full of opinion rather than fact, therefore mistakes and misrepresentations can be made. As stated at the beginning of each episode (and as is clear by the way it is presented) Murder Mile UK True Crime Podcast is a 'dramatisation' of the events and not a documentary, therefore a certain amount of dramatic licence, selective characterisation and story-telling (within logical reason and based on extensive research) has been taken to create a fuller picture. It is not a full and complete representation of the case, the people or the investigation, and therefore should not be taken as such. It is also often (for the sake of clarity, speed and the drama) presented from a single person's perspective, usually (but not exclusively) the victim's, and therefore it will contain a certain level of bias and opinion to get across this single perspective, which may not be the overall opinion of those involved or associated. Murder Mile is just one possible retelling of each case. Murder Mile does not set out to cause any harm or distress to those involved, and those who listen to the podcast or read the transcripts provided should be aware that by accessing anything created by Murder Mile (or any source related to any each) that they may discover some details about a person, an incident or the police investigation itself, that they were unaware of. *** LEGAL DISCLAIMER Michael J Buchanan-Dunne is a writer, crime historian, podcaster and tour-guide who runs Murder Mile Walks, a guided tour of Soho’s most notorious murder cases, hailed as “one of the top ten curious, quirky, unusual and different things to do in London”, nominated "one of the best true-crime podcasts at the British Podcast Awards", one of The Telegraph's top five true-crime podcasts and featuring 12 murderers, including 3 serial killers, across 15 locations, totaling 50 deaths, over just a one mile walk.
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