D.B. Cooper: The $200,000 Disappearing Act

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He looks like every tired businessman heading home for the holiday, and he's about to become the most famous criminal America never caught.

Somewhere over the freezing forests of Washington State, this man will lower a staircase in the

belly of a moving airplane, step out into the dark with $200,000 strapped to his body and vanish. Fifty years later, we still don't know his real name. We don't know if he lived or died,

“but we don't even know where most of the money went. So who was the man known as DB Cooper?”

Did he survive that impossible jump? And is it possible that he somehow pulled off the perfect crime and is still out there? I'm Dr. Hoony-Bott and this is Hidden History, a rewind original powered by pay studios. On this show, we're exploring some of the most mysterious events from history that have yet to be fully explained. Examining all the different theories from science to the supernatural

and everything in between, from divisiveizations and doomsday prophecies to paranormal experiences and unexplained phenomena, I'm looking at it all, and I want you to join me. Before we begin, I'd love it if you could rate, review, and follow Hidden History. Your support allows our community to grow and for other people to discover the show. Today's episode is all about DB Cooper, the man who hijacked a Boeing 727 in 1971, collected

a small fortune in ransom and then parachute out the back of the plane into a stormy night sky.

He was never seen again. So what happened to it? Was he a criminal mastermind, a desperate amateur,

“or something else entirely? And why, after all this time, can't any of us stop thinking about him?”

To understand how a man could hijack a commercial airliner and get away with it, you first have to understand the world he did in. Today, getting on a plane means taking off your shoes, emptying your pockets, and shuffling through a body scanner while a machine x-rays your toothpaste. But back in 1971, none of that existed. For domestic flights in America, there was no security screening at all. No metal detectors, no bag checks, no ID required. You could walk up to a counter,

pay cash, give any name you liked, and stroll right onto the plane. And people were taking advantage of it. Between 1968 and 1972, there were hundreds of hijackings around the world, so many that the air earned a grim little nickname, the golden age of hijacking. It coincided with a massive recession, and airlines also didn't want to annoy their customers with increased security measures. So the sky stayed wide open. Which brings us to the afternoon of November 24, 1971,

the day before Thanksgiving at Portland International Airport in Oregon. A man steps up to the Northwest Oregon Airlines counter and buys a one-way ticket to Seattle. It's a short flight, just about 30 minutes. He pays in cash. And on the ticket, he writes the name Dan Cooper. When this is with later described him, as a white man in his mid 40s, somewhere around 5 foot 10 to 6 feet tall with an all-of-complexion dark hair comb straight back and brown eyes.

He wore a business suit, a white shirt, a thin black clip on tie, and a raincoat, and he cared a black briefcase and a paperback. Completely unremarkable, just your average businessman, taking a short commuting flight home. He bought a plane, a Boeing 727, it takes

On board that day were 36 passengers and a crew of six. Two of them are about to become

“central to the story. At 23-year-old flight attendant named Florence Schaffner and another flight attendant”

named Tina Muklow. At 25th afternoon, right on schedule, flight 305 pushes back from the gate and climbs into the gray Oregon Scott. Just another short hop up the coast, except for the quiet man in the back row. The one at the briefcase balanced on his lap, who'd made a point of confirming that the plane was a Boeing 727. Shortly after takeoff, Cooper hands Florence Schaffner and note, now Schaffner is a young flight attendant and passengers slip her their phone numbers all the time.

So she does what she always does. She drops the note into her purse without reading it,

but then Cooper leans toward her and says quietly, quote, "Miss, you'd better look at that note. I have a bomb," and quote, "Florinston needs to be told twice. In neat, all capital letters

“written in felt tip pen, the note tells that he is a bomb in his briefcase and he wants her to sit beside”

him." She does. And when she asks to see the bomb, he opens the briefcase just enough for her to glimpse what's inside. A tangled wire is a large cylindrical battery in two rows of red sticks that look exactly like dynamite. Then he tells her what he wants.

$200,000 in $20 bills and four parachutes. Here's the first sign the DB Cooper is not your average

criminal, because why four parachutes? That's more than one person needs. By demanding that many, two main shoes and two reserves, he makes it seem like he might force a hostage to jump along with him. And that means that can't restlipping him sabotage broken equipment because they might be sentencing an innocent person to death. Keeping all this in mind, Florinston cares the

“demands to the cockpit. Captain Blim Scott keeps her up front and sends the other flight attendant”

Tina Mucklow to sit with Cooper and act as the go-between. For the next few hours, Tina is the person closest to DB Cooper. And the picture she paints of him is genuinely unsettling because he's so calm, he's polite, he's almost pleasant, not how you'd expect a hijacker to be. The plain circle Seattle for about two hours while the FBI and Seattle police scramble to put together the money and the parachutes. Meanwhile, the passengers are simply told there's a "my-normical difficulty."

And Cooper isn't doing anything to make them think otherwise. He offers Tina's cigarette and at one point he looks out the window at the lights below and says "looks like Tacoma down there."

And quote, "which might just seem like a casual observation, but it's also our first hint

at his identity. Because when he's told the parachutes are coming from a court air force base, Cooper mentions that it's only about a 20-minute drive from the Seattle airport. Something most people wouldn't know. So chances are, he's familiar with the area. But still, he's keeping things close to the chest. As they circle, Tina asks him why he picked their airline. Cooper laughs and says quote, "it's not because I have a garage against her airline, it's just because I have a grudge."

And quote, "but he doesn't elaborate beyond that." Finally, at 536pm, the plain lands at the Seattle Tacoma airport. The money rise from Seattle First National Bank. $10,000, $20 bills weighing about 19 pounds packed into a bag. And crucially, the FBI has photographed every single one of them. They've recorded all 10,000 serial numbers on a microfilm. Most of them begin with the letter L. Cooper stays true to his word. In exchange for the money and the shoots, he releases the other

passengers, plus Floreshafner, and a third flight attendant, Alice Hancock. Then, he gives a crew their new, very specific orders. Cooper wants to fly to Mexico City. He tells the captain to keep the plane low, no higher than 10,000 feet. And he wants it as slow as it can fly without falling out of the air. The flaps are set to 15 degrees with the landing gear down and the cabin unpressurized. Cooper also wants the rear stairs at the back of the plane left down. And this is

why he specifically chose a flight with a Boeing 727. The 727 was one of the only passenger jets in

underneath the body of the plane. And three engines mounted high enough that someone falling out

“wouldn't get sucked into them. Here's the craziest part. That rear staircase could be lowered”

while the plane was flying. And the switch to do it was in the back of the cabin, where it couldn't be overridden by the pilots of front. This was not common knowledge. Regular flight crews didn't even know it was possible. And yet, D.B. Cooper did, which gives us another hint as identity. Later on, the FBI came to suspect he might have known about this design quirk because of a very specific, very classified fact. During the Vietnam War, the CIA used Boeing 727's to drop agents

and supplies out the back mid-flight into enemy territory. And his possible DB Cooper had access to

that knowledge. Whoever he was, he hadn't wandered onto flight 305 on a whim. He'd been planning

“this for a while. And things are going exactly the way he wanted it. At around 740 pm, the plane”

takes off again. This time with only five people aboard. DB Cooper, Tina Mucklow, the pilots, and the flight engineer. But there's still some elements outside Cooper's control. He has no idea that two F106 fighter jets and a trainer plane are shadowing the 727 from a distance. Weaving back and 4 to stay behind it and out of sight. But for now, they're only watching. Once they're in the air, Cooper tells Tina to head to the cockpit, pull the curtain close behind her and not come back.

As she walks away, she glances behind her one last time. Tina sees Cooper standing in the aisle, tying the bag of money around his waist with a length of parachute cord. Before she goes,

“she begs him, quote, "Please, please take the bomb with you," and quote. That is the last time”

anyone sees DB Cooper. A little after APM, a warning light flashes in the cockpit. The rear air stair has been deployed. The crew calls back to him on the intercom asking if he needs help. He answers once. No. Then at about 813, the tail of the plane suddenly lurches upward. The pilots have to fight to bring it level again. Their ears pop from a sudden change in cabin pressure. They call back to Cooper again. In this time, there's no answer. There's only the curtain

and the open stair will behind it and the freezing black air rushing in. At 1102 that night, the plane lands in Reno, Nevada with the staircase still hanging open. Captain Scott walks to the back of the cabin. It's empty. All that's left is a black clip on tie lying on a seat. 8 cigarette butts in an ash tray and an open door to the dark. Once flight through 5 landed in Reno, the race was on to find Dan Cooper. The FBI gave the case a name,

Norjack, short for northwest hijacking. With a story this big, it didn't take the press long to catch onto it. And right away, they made a mistake that left a huge impact on this case.

One of the first reports of file history got Cooper's name mixed up. He'd written his name

down as Dan Cooper, but the reporter wrote it down as DB Cooper. From there, the wire is picked up in the name stuck. Now, in the grand scheme of things, it probably doesn't really matter since Dan Cooper wasn't his real name anyway, and it did affect the investigation. But it's one of those course that stands out, and even today, we still know him as DB Cooper. Whatever his name was, Cooper's antics kicked off one of the largest manhons the FBI had ever run. Within five

years, they looked at more than 800 suspects. Over the life of the case, more than a thousand men. FBI director J. Edgar Hoover personally approved using an SR-71 Blackbird, the fastest spy plane on Earth, to photograph the flight path. Asians even refluid the exact same airplane issued a 200-pound sled out the back stairs to recreate that tell-tail lurch of the tail, if figure out the precise moment, Cooper jumped. And they combed the ground too. We're talking

hundreds of soldiers with helicopters, both. And even a submarine sent down to the depths of the Merman Reservoir in southern Washington. And they found nothing. No parachute fabric,

early estimates pointed near the town of Ariel Washington, but a pilot who'd been flying a few minutes

“behind flight 305 that night told the FBI their win data was wrong. When they recalculated the”

likely drop zone shifted east toward the washugal river. The lead FBI agent on the case Ralph Himmel's buck later admitted that if he were going looking for Cooper, that's where he'd start.

So what do they actually have in terms of physical evidence? The answer is, not much. On the plane,

Cooper left behind his clip on tie and the tie clip. Two of the four parachutes, eight rollies they grab butts, hair samples on his headrest, and 66 fingerprints. With current technology, it might be a good place to start if most of that wasn't lost along the way. Over the years, the hair got misplaced somewhere in the custody of various fuel offices, and the cigarette butts were destroyed. The fingerprints haven't led anywhere either.

“The only genetic material that survives is a partial messy DNA profile pulled from the tie”

back in 2001. And the FBI itself has admitted that they can't even be certain that DNA belonged to Cooper. He could have borrowed the tie. A salesman could have handled it. There's just no way to know. But that doesn't mean that investigation was a total bust. In 1978, a deer hunter walking in the woods along the flight path found an instruction car

for lowering the 727's rear stairs. It was the first physical proof that the search area was

at least roughly right, although it didn't yield any more information than that. And then, in 1980, came the big one. That year, an eight-year-old boy named Brian Ingram, was on a family camping trip along the Columbia River at a sandy spot called Tina Bar.

“He was breaking the sand to build a campfire when he uncovered bundles of disintegrating”

$20 bills. Still held together with rotting rubber bands. The FBI checked the serial numbers. This was DB Cooper's money, about 5,800 of it. To this day is the only part of the ransom ever found, and the only physical trace of DB Cooper ever discovered outside that airplane. You'd think it could be the clue that cracked everything wide open. Instead, it did the opposite, because the moment investigators look closely at how that money got to that riverbank,

the whole story stopped making sense. It should have been easy to explain. The money washed down a river and got buried in the sand. Easy. Except the science isn't that simple. When researchers examine the bills, they found microscopic algae called diatons, clinging to them. And the species present were ones that only bloom in spring. But Cooper jumped in November. That suggests the money didn't enter the water until months after the hijacking.

Another theory came from a geologist who studied the sand layers and concluded the bills probably arrived at that spot years later, sometime after 1974. This has been disputed, though, and known as ever explained why one bundle was missing exactly 10 bills, or how three pack is stayed perfectly stacked together while tumbling down a river. After that, answers were hard

to come by. In 2016, after 45 years, the FBI finally suspended the case, making it the only

unsolved skyjacking in American history. So what really happened to DB Cooper? It comes down to three questions. Did he survive? Who was he? And just maybe did he actually win? Let's get into the theories. Let's start with the most basic question of all. The one that FBI wrestle with from day 1 is it even possible that DB Cooper survived? Because on paper, this was close to a suicide jump. Think about the conditions. It was a dark, moonless rainy night. The temperature up there was around

15 degrees Fahrenheit. And with the plane and motion, the wind tearing past that open staircase was screaming by at well over 150 miles an hour. Cooper jumped into all of that at 10,000 feet right only a business suit, a thin raincoat, and slip on loafers. And his parachute couldn't even be steered. The main one he used was a military style of emergency suit. The kind that just opens and flows straight down wherever the wind decides to take it. Not only that, but one of the

reserves shoes he'd been handed was a duck. It was a training model that was sewn shut and couldn't actually open. A truly experienced guy diver would have spotted that in an instant, which does

out of a plane and freezing dark rain unable to steer his parachute into miles of rugged

“force and wilderness. The agent who ran the investigation in his later years, Larry Carr,”

doesn't think Cooper ever even got his shoe open. Another agent was convinced he came down in the Columbia River and drowned. So it's fair to say the odds were stacked against him, but that doesn't make his death a given. The sky-diving expert who actually packed Cooper's parachute said you wouldn't need to be a pro to survive that jump. He figured a few practice jobs would be enough, and then there's the most stubborn piece of evidence of all.

In the months after Cooper's disappearance, five different people tried to copy his crime and

every single one of them survived, including a man who jumped into the Honduran jungle at night.

At another who jumped into the Colorado snow, wearing barely more than a shirt, slacks, and cowboy boots. So did Cooper die? Maybe, probably even. But probably is the most anyone can honestly say. Now, here's where the science gets really interesting, because even if it can't tell us

“whether Cooper lived, it might be able to tell us who he was. Remember that cheap clip on TIE”

he left behind on the seat? The DNA from it wasn't helpful, but decades later, a team of citizen scientists went over that TIE particle by particle with a borrowed electron microscope. But what they found was extraordinary. The TIE was covered in microscopic metal particles, specifically pure unalloyed titanium, along with rare elements like antimony, bismuth, serium, and strongium sulfide. In 1971, pure titanium was rare and highly specialized.

You ran into it in exactly two kinds of places. Aircraft manufacturing plants or chemical plants that used it to handle corrosive material. And the rare earth elements along with the titanium pointed to places like Boeing's supersonic jet program, or the factories around Portland that made the glass tubes inside old televisions. In other words, the TIE suggests that Dini Cooper might not have been a daredevil or drifter at all. If the TIE was really his,

he might have been an engineer, a guy in a hard hat, an aerospace or metals plant. And I have to say that fits everything else we know about him, the planning, the technical knowledge, maybe even the lack of practical experience with the actual jump. So the science tells us a little more about Cooper, but it can't tell us whether he lived. And the one piece of fiscal evidence we do have only deepens the puzzle. So I measured the FBI has looked over a thousand possible suspects.

None of them have been 100% confirmed as DB Cooper, but they're having some promising leads. And we have to start with a man whose name is back in the headlines right now. His name was Richard Floyd McCoy, Jr., and his story is almost two on the notes. McCoy was a beaten on veteran, a helicopter pilot and a demolitions expert. He was also a devout Mormon and a Sunday school teacher in Utah. On April 7, 1972, less than five months after the Cooper hijacking,

McCoy hijacked a Boeing 727 running DB Cooper's playbook, branching a handgun and what he claimed was a grenade but was later proven to be a paperweight. McCoy passed note demanding $500,000 in cash and four parachutes. After he got it and the plane took back off, he lowered the rear air stare and parachuted it out over Utah. But unlike DB Cooper, McCoy got caught. The FBI had him within 72 hours. They matched his fingerprints and his handwriting and got a tap from motorists

who spotted a hitchhiker walking along a real road in a jumpsuit carrying a duffel back. In a detail you genuinely couldn't make up, McCoy was serving in the national guard at the time. And before he was identified, was actually flying one of the helicopters in the search for himself. But he was eventually caught in sentence to 45 years in prison. His story wasn't over just yet, though. McCoy escaped from a federal penitentiary by ramming

a stolen garbage truck through the gate. But a few months later, his luck ran out when he was

“killed in a shootout with the FBI in Virginia Beach in November of 1974. So, case closed, right?”

DB Cooper was Richard McCoy looking for another score. But not so fast.

The FBI actually ruled McCoy out for a couple of solid reasons. First, the descriptions didn't match.

And McCoy had an alibi for Thanksgiving. Although, according to FBI files that have since come

“to light, the Bureau took McCoy seriously enough as a suspect that it reportedly altered”

a photo of him to see if it could be made to match a Cooper sketch. And here's why McCoy is suddenly everywhere again. For decades, his children stayed silent. They suspected their father was DB Cooper. But they kept quiet. Partly to protect their mom, Karen, who was implicated in the Utah High-Jacking. However, after Karen died in 2020, McCoy's two children came forward. And they revealed that hidden away in an outbuilding on the family's property in North Carolina,

there was a parachute, a modified one. They handed it over to an aviation expert, and YouTuber named Dan Grider, who became convinced it was the rig used in the Cooper Jump,

called it "one in a billion." And then things got even stranger. The FBI searched the property,

“then took the parachute along the skydiving vlog book into evidence. They held on to it for”

roughly two years. And then, in December 2025, they quietly handed the parachute back with no explanation. They wouldn't say whether it was connected to Cooper, but they also wouldn't say it wasn't. Meanwhile, they reportedly been testing the McCoy's family DNA against the sample found on the tie. So maybe you won't prove useless after all. However, there's another side to the story. Dan Grider is a polarizing figure in the aviation community. And some experts

point out that the FBI sketch of Cooper doesn't cleanly match Richard McCoy's face. And there's still the open question of whether Cooper even survived that jump. So the McCoy parachute is the most tantalizing lead in 50 years. But as of this recording, it's still unconfirmed. Richard McCoy isn't the only candidate though. Let's run through some of the others. There's Robert Rachstra, an explosives expert in a parachute where who served in Vietnam,

earning dozens of air medals along the way. He also got kicked out in the military. One of his friends said that Rachstra was extremely charismatic. And possessed was described as a "criminal mind." And in 1978, seven years after DB Cooper disappeared, Rachstra was convicted of foraging checks, and stealing a plane. Now, like Richard McCoy, Robert Rachstra was dismissed as a major suspect, because he was too young. But a miniseries documentary in 2016 took another look at him. And again,

the story isn't so simple. Along with Rachstra's background and appearance, there's a coded letter DB Cooper supposedly wrote that translates to, quote, "and please tell the Lacky Cops, DB Cooper is not my real name. I am first Lieutenant Robert Rachstra,

DB Cooper is not my real name." And quote, "Rachstra always denied the allegations until

his death in 2019." And the history channel which air the documentary stopped short of actually concluding he was DB Cooper. There's also Kenneth Christensen. And this one's eerie, because he actually worked for Northwest Orient, the airline Cooper hijacked, and he was a former paratrooper. Christensen's name was first brought up in 2007. When his brother Lyle came forward with a story he was sitting on for years. Kenneth had died in 1994. But before he passed away,

“Lyle said his brother had pulled him close and said, quote, "There is something you should know,”

but I can't tell you." Lyle's pretty sure that Kenneth was trying to tell him he was DB Cooper. He'd worked at the airline for decades, started as a mechanic, then as a flight attendant. He knew the airline's routes, and he'd flown on 727's, so he knew about the app's staircase. His physical description was pretty close to the composite sketches of Cooper. Christensen had an all-of-the-complexion, wasn't the right age range, and had a similar build.

He also lived in Bonnie Lake, Washington, near flight through a fire's flight path. And in the years after Cooper's disappearance, he'd bought a house in cash with a no-explanation for where the money had come from. But, like the others, he still falls a bit short.

Ultimately, the FBI concluded that Kenneth Christensen just didn't resemble the sketches

enough in height or appearance. And then there's a whole gallery of others, a guy named Walter Reca, who's supposedly confessed on tape to a friend, a leatherworker named LD Cooper, who's own knees point to the finger at him, although his DNA didn't match the tie. A Boeing technical writer,

Barbara Dayton, who reportedly claimed to be Cooper. So far, every single one of these suspects has been ruled out, by the eyewitness descriptions, by an alibi, or by DNA. Although it bears mentioning again, that the tie DNA might not even be Cooper's in the first place, so the DNA doesn't match, roulows are shakeier than they sound. So we've got a thousand suspects, a handful of really compelling ones, and not one name that's ever truly stuck.

“Here's where we get to the theory that I think a lot of people want to believe.”

Forget the science for a second. Forget the suspects. What if the most important thing about

DB Cooper isn't how he did it, but the simple astonishing possibility that he won? A lot of people have rooted for that possibility. Then and now, they don't see a criminal. They see a folk hero. The tiny town of Arrow Washington near his suspected landing zone, through an annual DB Cooper day party for decades. He's been a subject of documentaries on Netflix on HBO. He's a running obsession on Reddit. He even turned up as a punchline on breaking bad.

DB Cooper became a kind of American Robinhood, except he didn't even need to give the money to the poor. He just needed to get away. And the idea that someone could beat the entire system and disappear, I can see the appeal of it. Now, I have to put my skeptics hat back on. As romantic as that he got away clean stories, it's a version that evidence supports the least. Because if Cooper beat

the system and went on to live a rich, comfortable life, then why wasn't money never spent? Why

did a chunk of it rot away on a riverbank? Outside that one bundle found at Tina Bar, not a single one of those 10,000 mark bills has ever turned up. The story we love the most is the one that the facts back up the least. But there's no denying that it is a good story. Here's what I keep coming back to with DB Cooper. We don't actually know if he was a hero.

“A desert man at the end of his rope or something else entirely. And I think that blank space that”

not knowing is the entire reason we can't let him go. A mystery with no answer becomes a kind of mirror, we pour into Dan Cooper's empty outline, whatever we most want to believe. And what most of us want to believe is intoxicating that a calm, clever, completely unremarkable person could outwit every powerful institution stacked against them, set right off the edge of the map and simply disappear. I think about how strange that is. We are rooting for a man who threatened a plane

full of innocent people with a bomb. We probably shouldn't be on a side at all. But he represents something we can't help but want. The fantasy of vanishing, of beating the odds, of pulling off

the impossible thing, and never having to answer for it. The mystery of DB Cooper doesn't endure

“in spite of the missing answer. It endures because of it. And maybe that's why on some level”

a quiet part of us doesn't actually want him to be found. Okay, so after all that, what do I actually think? I'll be honest with you. I love the folk hero version. The idea that he made it that he's been some twinkly idle man sitting on the secret of the century, that's the version I'd want to be true. And that McCoy perished you genuinely gives me chills. It's the best lead anyone's had in this case, but the evidence points somewhere a little less romantic. So here's where I left. I think DB Cooper

was a real methodical technically skilled man, and that those microscopic flecks of titanium on his tie tell us far more about him than any deathbed confession ever has. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't some reckless thrill seeker. He was a planner who knew exactly which features of one very specific airplane could be exploited, and who built an entire crime around that knowledge. As for whether he survived, I leaned toward no, or at least not in the way the legend says. The conditions that

night were potentially lethal. The money was never spent. To me, that all points towards a man who either died in that wilderness, or who survived the landing only to lose the fortune, that was a whole point of the jump. But those five copycats proved that surviving was possible. So this is really a coin flip. And the McCoy DNA results could still rewrite this whole thing tomorrow.

ask, what if DB Cooper tried this exact stunt today? Here's my favorite irony and this entire story.

“He couldn't. And the reason he couldn't is because of him. After those copycat hijackings,”

the FAA required airlines to install a small device on the back of every 727. It's a simple spring loaded paddle that uses the rushing air during flight to physically lock that rear staircase shut. It only releases once the plane has slowed down on the ground. They named it the Cooper vein.

And even if I didn't exist, there's no way he'd make it onto the plane in the first place.

Today he'd have to walk through TSA security, show ID and get scanned. So no bomb in a briefcase, whether it was real or not. But for the sake of argument, let's say he did make it off the plane

“with a bag full of money and lived to tell the tale. With modern surveillance technology,”

there's just no way he'd be able to blend back into society without getting caught. And then there's us, the internet. If this happened today, the man hunt would be all over Reddit

and TikTok. Armed sure detectives would be pulling up the live flight tracker data and geolocating

his probable drop zone before the plane even landed in Reno. That police sketch would be a meme within the hour. There'd be a subreddit with 50,000 members by morning. Heck, there already is one for DB Cooper and it currently has over two and a half thousand weekly visitors. This case actually reminds me a lot of the Louvre Museum heist in October 2025 would leave disguised as construction workers stole eight pieces of the French crown jewels.

It went viral, not just because of the items that were stolen, but because of how simple the execution was. But these just rolled up with a truck mounted ladder, climbed into the gallery during daylight hours, then ran out with the jewels and disappeared. For a few weeks, at least. As of this recording, the French authorities are confident that they've caught most of the perpetrators. Although most of the items they stole are an account for. A parachute out of a plane, a ladder

into an art museum, it's so brazen. You think they never really get away with it, and as

are you old that they did, at least in terms of being able to profit from their heist? To be clear, I do not condone breaking the law in any way. But there's a reason crimes like this grip are imaginations. They remind us that if you're bold enough, anything can happen. It doesn't always pay off, and it shouldn't. But when we think of that moment of dropping into the sky, never to be seen again, the possibility is seen, and less. A small part of us thinks, "What would happen if they

got away with it?" Thanks so much for joining for this episode of Hidden History. I'm Dr. Huneva, join me next time as we explore another unbelievable story from the past. What do you think of

“the DB Cooper mystery? Do you believe you walked out of those woods and lived a long, quiet life?”

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