As a TV data researcher, I am absolutely obsessed with television ever since my
junior year of college. I spend most of my free time writing pilot scripts
with a strong focus on our long dramas. So it might surprise some people
to learn that one of my dirty little secrets is bening reality television. I
usually avoid the Real Housewives or Kardashians, because well, I couldn't care less
about them, But put twenty five horny guys in a room with one unrealistically
attractive female with the goal of becoming her husband, and I'm hooked. I've
watched shows like Survivor and Big Brother almost since they started airing in the early
two thousands. I think the reason I'm still sucked in every season is because
it takes me back to a simpler time when I was on summer vacation and
my sisters and I thought over who would get the spot on the couch directly
in front of our twenty four in fifty pound box television. Of course,
now that I work closely with the entertainment world, I know more about the
darker side of reality shows. The pressure put on contestants is brutal. I
mean, in most cases, you have a camera trained on you for the
better part of the day, and nearly everything you say can and probably will
be misconstrued. Editing is a powerful thing. If my friend says something I'm
supposed to get angry about but don't, producers may very well take a reaction
I had to something totally unrelated twenty minutes earlier and make it look like that
was the reaction I had just now. And don't even get me started on
how a beer blanket can make someone overreact for the sake of good TV.
But even knowing this is how things work, I will tune in every week
until that last rose is handed out or the winning key is pulled from the
nomination box. I have no shame about it. Naturally. The casting process
for these shows is a long one, and I'm sure numerous background checks are
performed, But every once in a while, something slips through the cracks and
you get a reality TV star with fame beyond their wildest dreams. Whether it's
the attention they wanted is an entirely different story. Welcome to deadtime Stories.
Okay, We're live and five four three two. In late July two thousand
and nine, Reality TV Queen Megan Houserman sat down with the host of Hot
one on one point nine's The Big j Show to discuss her upcoming series,
Good Morning, Joining us Megan Houserman from Megan Wants a Millionaire? Megan,
good morning, How are you? Good morning? I'm great. How are
you. I'm fantastic. It's good to talk to you this morning. How
cool is it to have like your own show? Now? I couldn't be
happier. I'm so excited. Dream come true. I'm ready to retire with
my millionaire. What kind of a guy do you look for other than millions
of dollars? It's tall, you know, dominant, knows how to show
me who's in control. Okay, So do you have any say in the
selection process of the dudes or do they just pick guys they think would work
for you. Well, they know me really well, and they had me,
you know, tell them everything I was looking for so that they could
find me guys that I would really be interested in, so that the process
could really work. And so they scoured the whole nation for tall guys that
are dominant and know how to show you who's boss. To dominant rich men
that are generous and to fight for me. Oh that's so sweet. As
we know by watching you on reality TV you might be kind of a scrapper.
They might need to actually physically fight for you. I actually really enjoy
wrestling, so if they can wrestle with me, that's a plus. Wow.
Well, I'm stoked to see the show, and I hope that you
find your millionaire. Megan Houserman from Megan Wants a Millionaire. There's a sneak
peak now on vh one dot com. Megan, thanks so much for joining
us on the show. Thank you. Megan Houserman was no stranger to reality
TV. In two thousand and seven, the playboy model was crowned the winner
of Beauty and the Geek's third season. Just under a year later, she
went on to compete on the second season of Rock of Love and placed third
on the first season of I Love Money. By the fall of that year,
she appeared on yet another VH one show, Rock of Love. Charm
School Casting clearly loved the ditzy, blonde bombshell, which is why they gave
her a series entirely devoted to her, Megan and Once a Millionaire. The
concept was simple, seventeen guys appeared before Megan, happily showing off just how
many millions they had. Megan would take them on dates and slowly but surely
eliminate the men until she was left with one guy forever stuck, buying her
whatever her heart desired, and they say true love is dead. Megan would
soon get way more than she bargained for. But first, let's go back
several months when the show was still casting. The Way A Great to Work.
Ryan Jenkins was a sexy, thirty two year old real estate exec from
Canada. According to the series, he was worth two and a half million
dollars and had no issues flaunting that cash around Las Vegas. But Ryan had
dreams of becoming an actor. As he laid out at one of the countless
Vegas pool parties one afternoon, Casting director Stuart Brizel passed through hard, Can
I get a lemon drop? The bartender nodded and got to work. Stewart
might have heard a bunch of squealing girls, and hevercurious, turned to see
a shirtless Ryan showing off his pecks. Jack Potts, Thanks, Hey,
what can you tell me about that guy over there? Ryan Jenkins? The
girls love his apps as much as they love his cash. But if he
asks me, he's just another show off. Do me a favor, Pour
me his favorite drink with your top shelf liquor. Trust me, sweetheart,
you don't want to get involved with him. Let's just do it. Drink
in hand and smile painted on her face. Stewart walked to Ryan nice day
for a pool party. Huh here, who brought you this? I was
hoping we could have a little chat. The two talked, and Ryan,
seeing an easy way into the entertainment world, signed on to be one of
Megan's bachelors. Before long, the lights were illuminated, cameras were rolling,
and Ryan was in a tuxedo recording his intro video. Hi, I'm Ryan
Jenkins, the smooth operator from Canada. I'm a little bit of a prince
charming, a little bit of a bad boy. Typically date girls would turn
a lot of hits. I love the chase. When Ryan met Megan,
he was instantly entranced. In episode three, the guys were tasked with preparing
a business plan to make Megan's dog marketable. After pitching a new dog food
brand, Team Captain Ryan scored a one on one date in which he would
take Megan to a fancy French restaurant in a very expensive sports car. So,
like, what's the dream? Ryan? Honestly, I'm really ready to
settle down, you know, start a family in la I assume this really
meant he was ready to die as soon as he got an acting gig out
of the show. That's cool. I mean most guys are like just wanting
sex or something, but you seem like the real deal. Of course I
am, babe. The date seemed to go pretty well, and Ryan was
falling for Megan fast. After the cameras stopped rolling, Ryan went back to
his hotel and opened his laptop. He scrolled through MySpace and found Megan's profile.
He might have thought it over for half a second before starting a new
message to his showman's Hey, babe, I really enjoyed our date. Oh
hey yeah, yeah, me too. But I gotta be honest seeing you
date the other guys, it's really hard. I mean, that's the game
you signed up for. Just remember how much fun you had with me.
Megan gain a stalkery vibe in Red Flags paid closer attention to what Ryan said
on their dates. So two and a half million dollars that's a lot of
money. Yeah, but it's gonna be a while before you see it.
Converting it from Canadian money is a bitch, right. The other thing they'm
worried about it was what the other guys have said. Who what the hell
are they saying, like you're actually trying to be an actor and like you're
not here for the right reasons and stuff. Well, fuck them, that's
none of their business. Later that day, Megan stood off to the side.
It's the crew prepared to roll cameras. Megan had credit cards she handed
out to the men, similar to Roses on The Bachelor. If the guys
kept their accounting goods standing, they got to keep the card. Show Megan
any sign they're not her millionaire, and the card was cut. A producer
approached, well, roll when you're ready. Oh and just a heads up,
Ryan's dad flew from Canada to watch shit you're cutting Ryan right? Yeah,
I would not want to be in your shoes. Megan nervously stood before
the remaining men, their credit cards in her hand. Off to the side,
Dan Jenkins watched his dashing son with a smile. Megan could probably see
him out of the corner of her eye. With a quick, nervous breath,
She turned and faced the guys. It's been a really great week with
all of you, and this is so hard, but this guy just cannot
give me the life that I want. Ryan, your cutit has been declined.
Ryan watched her snippet credit card, mouth slightly ajar. He looked over
to the side to see his father's defeated look. From here, Ryan probably
spoke briefly with the show's therapist before being sent back to Vegas. I'm sure
he felt embarrassed. Rejection is hard enough, but apparent witnessing it makes it
even harder. More so than embarrassment, Ryan was probably angry his chances of
living in Los Angeles and making it big were now shot. Wanting to prove
to the world in himself that he still had it, he went to a
nightclub on the Vegas Strip. It was March sixteenth, two thousand and nine.
As Ryan finished his dream, he turned to see a gorgeous blonde walk
in time froze as his eyes bugged out of his head. Her hair was
Barbie blonde, her breasts ginormous, and her figure quite slim in the skin
tight dress. Who is that the blonde Jasmine Joy She's in here every now
and then. Jasmine didn't realize it, but the trajectory of her life was
about to take a turn. The model started a humble life in a small
California town called Bunny Done, with no commercial shops and a population of just
two thousand, six hundred seventy eight in two ten. You can imagine the
dramatically different lifestyle Jasmine had growing up. Her mother raised her alone, and
there usually wasn't a lot of money to go around, but Jasmine was a
determined little girl from the time she was three years old. Her mother would
call her General Jasmine because she woke up every morning with a plan. It
was probably not much of a surprise in two thousand and six when she announced
to her mother, I'm moving to Vegas. What yep, I'm only going
to have this body for a few more years. I might as well use
it while I can. And with that, the twenty five year old headed
for Sin City, where she quickly got jobs as a model, low budget
movieing, commercial actress, playboy card dealer, and arm candy for big personalities
as they arrived at nightclubs. In two thousand and seven, her business model
changed when she dropped her career as a model and drafted a plan to become
a broker and personal trainer. When she approached Ryan that March, he might
have offered her a drink to get the conversation start. So, hot shot,
what do you do? I'm a realist. I actually just finished filming
my first TV show TV. I mean it was some dumb reality show.
But Cassie will have much bigger roles for me. Then I can find a
girl to share all that cash with. Oh did I mentioned I'm a millionaire?
No, but now I'm even more entreating. Ye got a lot of
cash up in Canada. If the right girl comes along, I'll drop ten
grand a month so she can do whatever she wants. As Ryan continued to
build his ego, the dollar signs behind Jasmine's eyes grew bigger. This man
was going to be her ticket to fame. Wanting to get out of Vegas
and become someone bigger in Hollywood, she saw Ryan as her excuse to leave.
It was a twisted match made in heaven. That's why I'm March eighteenth,
a mere two days after meeting, Brian married Jasmine at the Little White
Wedding chapel. Now, hopefully you know as well as I do, how
horrible of an idea this was. But for the reality star, it was
a dream come true. Not only did he get an extremely attractive wife,
but his visa was expiring, so the marriage provided a green card. The
newlyweds enjoyed many honeymoon trips, usually on Ryan's boat, bay What are you
doing showing the world how sexy you are? Ryan aimed at digital camera at
his wife. Her pink bikini and blonde braids builled the screen. Hey baby,
look at this place. This is our life, aren't you bitch?
As jealous? For the first several weeks, Ryan posts a cute couple pictures
and videos on his MySpace to show off how beautiful his life was. I
don't know if anybody truly believed the authenticity of these videos, but tabloids were
living for it. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end,
and this includes the honeymoon phase. Just a month after they married, the
duo attended another Vegas pool party with Jasmine's friend Marta Montoya and Jasmine's ex fiance,
Travis Heinrich. How many have you had enough? I'm going to get
you some water. Wait here, okay. As Marta walked away, an
attractive man named David approached. Peach, you may have been a little intoxicated.
I knew a great piece of ass. Oopsies, careful where you put
your headlines, refa might get turned on. Oh yeah, you know.
One thing led to another, and soon Jasmine's lips were locked David's. Marta
turned to see the action, gasped and rushed over Jasmine. Jasmine, she
pulled him apart. Hey, what are you doing? I could ask you
the same thing. What the fuck? Martha wasn't the only one who saw
the kiss. When Ryan looked over to see his wife gained hot and heavy
with this other guy, his temper flared and he grabbed Jasmine's arms. What
the fuck are you doing, dumb bitch, I'm your husband. Travis stepped
Dennis. Ryan's grabbed tightened. Woo woa, woa, let's come down.
She's why the hell are you even here? Dude? She dumped your ass.
But sometimes I miss how big his dick is compared to yours. Fucking
cunt out there, Ryan punched Jasmine's arm with such force that it knocked turned
into the pools. Once everyone had sobered up. Jasmine filed a police report,
and Ryan was sent to prison for two days, with the court green
set for December. When he was released, he went back to Jasmine.
Her heart was telling her to get a divorce, so when he came into
their apartment, she didn't beat around the bush. Baby, I'm home you
okay. When we got married, you promised me ten thousand bucks a month,
but I haven't seen it. Maybe I just got out of the slammer.
I told you the money's in Canada. This is fucking bullshit. There's
always an excuse. I've rented a penthouse in LA and I'm moving out.
Well, where the hell am I supposed to go? I don't know.
Use your small brain fuck it. Ryan grabbed his car keys and chase Jasmine
to La. She might have pretended to be mad, but deep down she
loved how he lusted after her. They moved into her penthouse in West Hollywood,
hoping things would get better. They didn't. Frustrate with Jasmine's constant tech
to ex boyfriends, Ryan enacted his revenge. He cleaned the apartment, hiding
all of Jasmine's clothes to give the impression he was single. Coming. Hey,
there hayme movie star. Wouldn't the bedroom be better? What? Oh?
Yeah, sure, who's that Ryan? What the hell? Ryan?
Who's this bitch? His wife? Get the fuck out? Oh like,
you're so perfect? How many women have you fucked on our bed? Doesn't
matter? Move? Brian pushed by Jasmine. Some speculated he wanted her to
catch him cheating. It was the middle of the day, after all,
and why would he not want Jasmine to feel the jealousy he did every time
he caught her texting and X. The truth, though, is Jasmine was
not the only one trying to reconnect with past flings. One night, perhaps
all he was drunk, Ryan reached out to Megan Houserman via MySpace. Oh
my god, Ryan, Megan scrolled through his photos. How much weight have
you lost? She was shocked by how unhealthy Ryan was looking. It's unclear
if she continued the conversation with him, but something tells me she did not
pursue. She left that to vh one. Hey, Ryan, it's Stewart
with casting. Listen. I can't talk long, but we loved what you
did on Millionaire and want you back look into I love Money. We're casting
the third season and can't imagine it without you. The public will love it.
After Megan tragically cut you. Have you seen the show? Yeah?
Yeah. If I want to get twenty five thousand bucks, I'll do it.
Who is that casting? They want me for another show where I can
win big? Fine, Mimmy go With Ryan filming in Mexico, Jasmine reached
out to Travis. You awake of Goose? What's up? I DK?
I'm in over my head and I don't know how I can get out.
I think I might annul it. Jasmine was determined to end things with Ryan,
that is until July, when he returned with some exciting news. Baby,
I won and I did it all for you. Every penny is yours.
I'm not sure if Ryan caught wind of the annulment and was using the
money as a ploy, or even if he won the grand prize. As
the season would never air. Regardless of the outcome, Jasmine promptly canceled the
annulment, starting a new phase. Jasmine diedter hair dark brown, shortly before
her and Ryan headed to the Labert's Hotel and del Mar. They were due
in town for a poker turning me on August thirteenth. Ready, Yeah,
yeah, let me just send this text. Jesus Christ, you're bringing that
fucking thing tonight? Yes, Mom needs to text me. Is that okay?
Do you want to read the chat? Just hurry up? Jasmine zipped
up her green dress as Ryan slipped into his sports coat, looking like a
million bucks, or rather two and a half million. The two rushed to
the elevator and down to the valet. They then sped off to the del
Mar Hilton for the poker game. As the drinks flowed, Jasmine's filter dropped.
I fold No surprise there, What does that mean? Oh? Nothing,
just you've folded every hand. You even know how to play this game?
Tiger? Of course? I fucking do you think I don't know poker?
Well, you certainly didn't know how to win? Megan wants a millionaire?
Yeah, and you're welcome. Had I one, I would have been
with Megan instead of your ugly ass guys, and we just played the game.
Yeah, don't make this any more awkward than it already is. Ryan
and Jasmine calmed down for a bit, but as the hours passed the bickering
picked up again. Tired of the scene, the group left the Hilton for
the Ivy hotel in downtown San Diego. I have to go to the bathroom,
get me a drink. You're texting your fuck buddy. Jasmine ignored him
and shuffle to the ladies room. Oh my god, Brian was not as
hot as Zach one. Then shut the fuck up, Zach was Did you
hear that? Hey, girl? Are you okay? Yeah? I'm fine.
Jasmine smiled and winked at the girls as she left the bathroom. We
can't confirm, but she was probably doing a bump or two and quick we
wiped the coke from her nose about time. What were you doing, girl
problems? Give me your phone? Oh my god, Ryan, I was
texting my mom. Okay. Ryan looked at his watch. It's twelve thirty.
I'm not doing this all night. If you're cheeny again, then we're
definitely doing this all night. The hours passed and their tempers grew. Finally,
between one thirty and two thirty am, Ryan and Jasmine got in her
white Mercedes. I wanted to listen to that. Give me your phone.
Oh my god, your psycho, Oh, Ryan ripped the phone away.
Pay attention to the fucking road. Really, you're really going to stop to
read my texts. Sure, am, I want to know what you needed
a text Robert Jasmine. Let's see, Hey, babe, can't wait to
be back in Vegas with you and done with this nightmare. Ryan is the
worst l L really, Ryan roughly grabbed Jasmine. Oh what the hell,
Ryan, get off? You really think I'm the worst. I'm not the
one cheating with exes. Jasmine struggled as he gripped harder, crawling at her
skin and drawing blood as she fought back. She smeared the blood on the
leather seats. Shit, Jasmine, you okay? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck. Worried he might have just killed his wife, Ryan rushed back to
the hotel. Police have varying ideas of what happened next, but this is
the most widely believed story. Bryan helped Jasmine get to their first floor patio.
We'll talk this thing over once we're inside. Damn it, stay here,
I'm not bringing you through the lobby looking like that. Ryan tossed himself
back over the patio barrier and sprint it to the front door. He took
a deep breath to compose himself, then as calmly as he could walk through
the lobby. As soon as he was in the hallway, he jetted to
their room and flung open the patio door. Okay, I got you,
I got you. He helped Jasmine slide onto the bed. When she reached
for the phone on the nightstand, he pulled her arm away. You don't
need to call anyone, please, shit. Ryan grabbed the phone and peeped
his head into the hallway. Across from their room was a decorative wardrobe.
Seeing nobody else around, Ryan casually walked up to the display and placed the
handpiece on top so nobody could reach it. He then went back into the
bedroom, gathered up all their belongings in his arms, and ran them down
to the car. At nine the next morning, Ryan checked out by himself
elf and returned to La At seven am on Saturday, August fifteenth, one
day after Ryan checked out of the Libert's Hotel, a man was out collecting
cans and bottles in Buena Park, Hoping to make a few bucks at the
recycling center. The man lifted the lid of a promising apartment dumpster. Oh
hello. Inside the dumpster was a gray suit case in nearly perfect condition,
perhaps thinking he could sell it. The can collector attempted to lift it out.
Oh yes, mean Dacy's heavy, rubbing his hands together in excitement,
the man on zip the suitcase. He stared down breathlessly at a naked woman.
Once the initial surprise had left, the man was able to register the
fact that her fingers and teeth had been removed. What's your emergency. It's
my wife. She hasn't been home in a few days and I'm worried.
Have you called her? Yeah? Man, she was texting me then suddenly
stopped. We just got back from this big poker tournament, and she said
she was going to get her nails done. After filing an official missing person's
report, Ryan fell silent On August sixteenth, He packed a bag and drove
to Nevada to pick up his boat. The night ride her over in Buayna
Park, detectives Gregory Pelton and Sergio Leppe looked over the suitcase woman's body.
Whoever did this didn't want us knowing who she was. We can't get any
prints or dental records, so we'll have to find a way around it.
Seerwheel numbers what those press aunt haws? All implants come with seerwheel numbers and
perhaps the weirdest turn of events I've ever read. Detectives were able to id
the body based on her implants serial number Jasmine Foy. No surprise there,
I'm sure. Meanwhile, Ryan nervously drove down the highway, eyes darting around
for police. He reached for his phone and typed in a familiar number.
Hey, buddy, how are you? Hey? Dad? Good? Good?
I'm good. I wanted to let you know I'm coming home for a
bit. Jasmine left again. I understand, well, drive safely call me
if he made me think, okay, yep, oh one second, I'm
getting another call. Hello, mister Jenkins. This is detective Christian rule with
LAPD out of a few follow up cushions in regards to your missing person's report.
Ryan didn't realize this was a common procedure, so his mind rased to
cover his tracks. I can't come to the station right now. My visas
expiring, so I have to go back to Canada. Detective Meryl might have
looked at the phone and shook her head as she pushed the paperwork to the
side. Her mood would quickly change, however, when the Blaine Park Police
Department informed them just to it turned up dead in their territory. After doing
some more research, Meryl learned some important information. I looked at mister Jenkins
and missus Fiory's apartment complex with security cameras, and mister Jenkins came home on
foot. It's his car. We need to tell Board of Patrol about he
must have dropped Jasmine flight Mercy. He's off somewhere in West Holly. Wonderful.
If we can find it, we can search it for evidence and arrest
this cream. You focus on that and we'll put out an app. If
this guy gets to his family, they might be able to fly him to
a non extradition country on their private jet. A alert my team, now,
good luck, same to you. On Wednesday, August nineteenth, Ryan
stood on the shore of Washington's Birch based a park, his boat attached to
the car behind him. Hey Dad, Hey, but did the police call
you yet? No? Why Jasmine's man. Jasmine's been murdered. What?
No, that that's impossible. I have to get home now. They always
think it's a boyfriend, you know. Well, let's not jump to that
conclusion. Okay, I'll see you soon, dad. Oh my god,
Oh my god. Ryan looked over to see an older man staring at him
in deep thought. Ryan nodded to him, then hopped in his car and
quickly drove away. Meanwhile, up in Watton County, Washington, the police
department right over an alert for Ryan's black SUV. Their phone rang Hello,
good enough, sir, I'm cool in records to know Ryan Jenkins. Fellow.
We're a boy in Marino. When my wife noticed him. Man looking
at an awful lot like Ryan driving in, just thought you should sure enough.
When the sheriff arrived on the scene, he found Ryan's car parked,
but the boat trailer empty. The hood of the car was warm, meaning
Ryan couldn't have gotten too far. The sheriff called Canadian Border Patrol and informed
them to keep an eye out in the water for Ryan's boat. The next
day, an official warrant for Ryan's arrest was issued. Worried about his son,
Dan wanted to hop on a plane for Vancouver as quickly as he could,
but got caught up in security. Knowing police were after Ryan for a
legal entry into Canada, Dan was shocked when the boy attempted to call him,
Hey, Bud, where are you? I can't talk long? Dad,
I spoke with my lawyer and I'm surrending to the police later today.
No cell phone the way. I have to go, Ryan, but I'll
call you back as soon as I can. Yeah, okay, I love
me Dad. Later that evening, around six, Ryan pulled up to the
Thunderbird Motel and a silver Pete cruiser. Beside him was a woman in her
mid twenties with dark blonde hair park beside that dumpster. Really, Ryan,
the dumpster? Just trust me, right? Okay? They parked the car
and the woman went inside. Good evening, miss, need a room for
you and your friend? Yeah, we've been traveling around and need a break.
Can we get a room for three nights? Sure thing. We also
have a wonderful parking lot that you can utilize instead of that dumpster. Kevin
Walker, the motel manager, pointed to their car. Oh, sorry about
that. We we weren't sure where to go. That's okay. I figured
you were like most in cleaning outra car after a long road trip. You'll
be in room two, Thank you so much, sir. Ryan and the
mystery woman unloaded as Kevin watched from his office. With everything inside, Ryan
and the woman may have sat down on the lumpy bed. Their conversation could
have gone like this, are you sure you want to do this? Yeah?
What other choice do I have? I can't stand the pressure that this
was put on me, and it's even worse to think about what you and
Dad went through. I shouldn't be making my half sister help me out like
this. I will always help you, Ryan. Thanks Selena. Ryan hugged
his half sister. She sniffed back tears. Don't tell Dad about this,
Okay, you have my word? Do you want me to get him anything
before I go? No, just drive and don't look back. She nodded,
wiped her eyes, and left. Ryan's time at the Thunderbird was pretty
uneventful. Kevin Solomon brief time in the parking lot, assuming his girlfriend had
dumped him and Ryan needed some alone time. Kevin didn't approach. Kevin peered
down at his watch on the morning of August twenty three, waiting for the
eleven am checkout time. As soon as it hit, he headed to room
two and knocked on the door. Management. Getting no answer, Kevin whipped
out his master key. Oh my God. Before him was Ryan Jenkins's body,
swinging lifelessly from a shelf. A belt looped around his neck when police
arrived to investigate. The biggest question was whether Ryan left a suicide note explaining
why he might have hung himself and confirm if he murdered Jasmine. I didn't
touch anything. Oh, I don't want to look in there. Tell you
the truth. What I thought when I first saw him was he looked monic.
That's the only way I can describe it. I don't think I'll ever
forget it. No physical suicide note was found, but police did locate a
file on Ryan's computer named Will and Testament. First, I would like to
apologize to my family for all the trouble I've caused him. I know the
media attention I received from my marriage is it's put a lot of pressure on
them, and for that I am sorry. I love Jasmine with all my
heart. She was the most amazing woman and I could never properly put into
words just how I felt about her. It was hard knowing she was cheating
on me with past boyfriends. She and I were always meant to be together
and I hated that they came between us. But at the end of the
day, she was the real monster, not me. Due to his sudden
suicide, Ryan would never go on trial, but it's widely accepted that he
murdered Jasmine Fiore. About a week after the suicide, police found Jasmine's car
in a West Hollywood trad Joe's parking lot. Seeing as the grocery store was
close to Ryan and Jasmine's apartment, is believed he abandoned it there the morning
he left Elmar. When police searched the car's interior, they found blood on
the back windshield, as well as the passenger and back seats. Tuts of
Hair told police Jasmine's scalp had been tugged on two Underneath the car was a
high volume of mud and twigs. He probably dwove off woad in the desert
to dump Jasmine's belongings before coming back, he'll When news came out Jasmine had
been murdered and Ryan was linked to it, VH one immediately pulled Megan Once
a Millionaire off the air and canceled season three of I Love Money. Megan
Houserman, the woman who almost chose him to be her husband, was mortified.
I'm just completely horrified that this could happen, especially to somebody that I
know. I feel really sorry for the girl and her family. He would
be like the least likely person I'd ever expect to do something like this just
because he was so nice, and I don't know, I feel really bad.
It really brought into question the casting process for reality TV series. VH
one put blame on fifty one Minds Entertainment, the production company behind Megan Wants
a Millionaire. A spokesperson for the company kept it simple, fifty one Minds
was not aware of Ryan Jakin's record when it cast him on Megan Wants a
Millionaire. Obviously, if the company had been given a full picture of his
background, he would have never been allowed on the show. The company did
have in place when it thought was a thorough vetting process that involved complete background
checks by an outside company for all contestants on its show. Clearly the process
did not work properly in this case. What was missing from that full picture,
you ask, Oh, nothing much, just a history of violence against
women. In nineteen ninety nine, Ryan learned an ex girlfriend was with a
new man, so broke into her home and smashed a picture. He was
charged with breaking and entering, pleaded to mischief causing property damage, and only
had to complete twenty five hours of community service. In January of two thousand
and seven, he was given fifteen months probation and counseling for sex addiction and
domestic violence. This was due to an incident in two thousand and five where
Ryan assaulted his girlfriend, Fern Jewel. Fern was all too familiar with Ryan's
behavior when his violence against Jasmine came out. When Fern filed her assault charged
in Calgary. It was because Ryan had punched her in the head and knocked
her to her niece for leaving his home one night. But despite all of
this, Ryan's father has never believed his son was guilty. My boy would
pass out at the side of blood. Something down there these last four months,
including this girl destroyed him. I advised him fifty times to get rid
of that relationship. It breaks my heart to know how my son's life ended,
but being hounded by reporters after the sudden loss of a woman he loved
certainly aided in his decision to end his life. Sorry, mister Jenkins,
but I have decided with the court that enough evidence points to Ryan as the
murderer. But truthfully, I don't know who to feel sorry for. Both
Ryan and Jasmine cheated on each other and were really only using the other to
get something they lusted after. For Jasmine it was money, and for Ryan
it was finally having the woman of his dreams. Most everyone who studies this
case agrees Ryan's obsessive jealousy and lack of awareness of reality provided all of the
ingredients for a tragic ending even Hollywood couldn't make up. Megan Wants a Murderer
was written and produced by me Skyler Fastenell. Jacob Wally voiced Ryan Jenkins.
Jessica Meano Cruel voice Jasmine fel Caitlin Brown voice Megan Houserman and Bathroom Girl two.
Rick Turpin voiced Kevin Walker, the Tipster and Poker Friend two. Daniel
Jones voice Detective Pelton and the Bartender, Brian J. McCombs voice Dan Jenkins,
the Sheriff and Poker Friend one. Joe Burns voice the radio host.
Sarah Brennan voiced Elena Jenkins, Lisa Lapoor and nine one one operator, Marina
Delgado voice Detective Merril, and Marta Montoya. Shannon Bingston voiced the Producer and
Bathroom Girl one. David Menesa's voice Can Collector, and David and Sandy McCabe
voice, Stuart Brazil and Ryan's hook up now as usual. Thank you for
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Deadtime Stories is a biweekly podcast, so I'll be back in two weeks time
with the first of our Halloween episodes. For twenty nineteen. We'll be exploring
the murder behind a horror franchise favorite, and trust me, it's a doozy
until then. Stay safe out there, and remember a quick reality show romance
might make you think that's how love works, but I mean most guys are
like just wanting sex or something.