
Robert Lees
de·cap·i·ta·tion (dĭ-kăp'ĭ-tā'shən)
n.
The removal of a head, as of an animal, a fetus, or a bone.
Some things are just so bizarre that you couldn’t make them up. George Michael being busted in the men’s room of the Will
("I never met a man I didn’t like") Rogers Memorial Park, Catwoman and Bluto’s brother fighting over
their picky property issues...
but THIS... is just stunning.
On Sunday June 13, 2004, sometime before 11am, Keven Graff entered the home of 91 year old
Robert Lees.
Lees was a screenwriter that was blacklisted screenwriter that wrote for Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Abbott and Costello movies, and
Land of the Giants. COOL.
Now. Imagine doing all those things, surviving being blacklisted, having a wife die of cancer, making it to NINETY ONE, and having a
homeless-meth-addict-on-ecstasy-
former-go-go-boy-from-Huntington-Beach break in to your
house, cut off your head, throw a blanket over you and leave.
Actually the go go boy, Keven
Graff wasn’t done. He hopped the
back fence, head in hand, and paid a house call to retired doctor
Morley Engleson who was on the phone to Southwest Airlines, making a
reservation to San Jose. One way please. The reservation attendant hears Engleson being
butchered to death – and wisely (big snaps) calls the cops. Graff however, boogies in Engleson’s 2001 Mercedes.
Police arrive, and see Engleson through the
window, and force their way in. Engleson was found by the front door,
pants around his ankles, dick chopped off. He also had a fire place poker
in his throat and a huge slice in his side. While searching the place, they found Lees’ head
(whoa) placed very carefully on the crisp clean white bed sheets. Lee's
head also had star belt buckle in his mouth. It was several hours later that they found the rest of Lees. Lees’ girlfriend arrived that afternoon to pick him up, and after no answer, she peeked in the window and saw Lees’ body on the bedroom floor, covered with
Mr. Blanky.
The Mercedes was found a few hours later as well, where
Graff was staying, around 3rd and LaBrea. He also ditched a pair of shoes
he was wearing, in a garbage dumpster.
It gets more bizarre. The next day, go go boy Graff goes to Paramount Studios and asked the
guards for the phone number of a female employee of the studio.
(I stopped by Paramount yesterday (4-11-05) to confirm
this, and the guard I spoke to claimed that Graff was just being nuts, and
wasn't asking for anyone in particular. He could have been lying. I
don't know.) The guards
tell him to get lost, as the Paramount Studios guards (rentacops) often do. Graff leaves. As he leaves, the guards notice strange behavior. He
stars flipping off the cars driving by, and talking to himself. In truth, this behavior is not at all unusual in Los Angeles, but the guards keep an eye on him through the
security cameras.
A few minutes later, the police air a news conference about the double homicide, and the Paramount guards are watching. They recognize the description of Graff, call the cops, and Graff is
arrested on this wall, without
incident.
Keven Graff was a scab meat cutter during the grocery store strike we had last year. He
was living in Huntington Beach, and is either military or ex military, claiming he wanted out of it but didn’t want a dishonorable discharge. He stripped in gay bars, and had several gay friends, but apparently was only gay for pay, and really liked women.
Keven also claims he doesn’t remember what happened. How can people remember how to drive a car and get to Paramount Studios to ask for a friend, yet forget how he got from point a to point b with a severed head?
Robert Lees was killed one month shy of his 92nd birthday. A memorial service for
him was held on July 18, at the Writers Guild. I have no idea what happened to the pieces of him, or the good doctor in the house behind. I’m also still clueless as to the motive, or how Graff became a suspect to begin with. The trial began last week, so we’ll see how this all pans out.
A few weeks ago, the house where Lees lived was still on the market, though in escrow. I happened to be biking past, and spoke to the nice people clearing out the show furniture, and asked very innocently if I could have a look. This is when it pays to never leave your house without a camera.
The real estate listing had the house going for $849,000.00 This is a dinky winky small ass bungalow with a guesthouse. The stat sheet had the dreaded words, “SEE AGENT REGARDING DISCLOSURE.” That means, by law, anything notorious that happened in the house has to be disclosed to the potential buyers. I would love to be a fly on the wall when that little tidbit is dropped. “Oh… and by the way, there is something you should know…”
My buddy Harry the Real Estate agent clarifies:
So Graff either came in the front
door, or side door. Lees
teeny home had this bathroom, shower
and kitchen. He was murdered in
the bedroom. It was wild to be
in the house, knowing what happened there. I'd be really interested in the
crime scene photographs. Police describe it as one of the more gruesome
scenes ever. Well, you can't say Graff didn't leave an impression.
Thanks to my biking buddy Colin for showing me the murder houses, and Mike for the Paramount info.
Trivia: Sally Struthers lives in veryclose proximity to the murder house. She is still freaked out. I don’t blame her.
UPDATE February 27, 2008
www.findadeath.com