The Homocide Detectives

When she leaves the police station with out all of her evidence she decides that she would want pursue being a detective after she finishes school. After her high school days have finished she enrols at the D.C police academy.

Between 7:15 and 7:30 last night a person, by the name of Paul Dudden, in this residence, took his last breath behind the screen in the library as he was being brutally murdered. One thing’s for sure the murderer knew what they wanted. They wanted Paul Dudden gone. When Paul Dudden took his last look at this cruel world, the murderer looked down and smiled at their accomplishment. Unfortunately for the murderer, it is clear who this malevolent person is. He was no other that Mr. Parsons himself. After interviewing Mrs. Parsons, one of the Ellis’ car went into the driveway drove by the one and only Amy Ellis at 8:00. Now here’s the thing, why didn’t Mr. Parson see the car as well? As the car drove in, Mr. Parsons wasn’t in his house at all.

Realizing she needs to do something she thinks of a alibi. She goes to the grocery store and invites the cops over for dinner. They eat the evidence leaving her off the

August 3rd, 1974, local neighborhood father found beaten in local school. Witnesses say that Mr. Salmon attacked neighborhood girl, Clarissa. Luckily, a young hero was there to save her. “I heard Clarissa screaming and found Mr. Salmon attacking her… I saw a bat on the ground and pursued him,” said Brian; Clarissa’s boyfriend and was luckily by the school when it had happened. People believe that this happened because of the death of his young daughter, Susie. “I believe that Mr. Salmon had become depressed over the death of his daughter that he had become somewhat deranged,” Len explained. Len Fenerman is a detective who has been leading Susie’s case. In Susie’s case, Len, as well as the rest of the police have found an elbow and a love note from Ray Singh. “I know my son didn’t do it… He is a brilliant and loving son,” said Ruana Singh, Ray’s mother.

In Bryan Fuller we trust, and in NBC we lament. Hannibal, the only remaining display of satisfactory television, has been taken away from us. It has been cast aside, thrown off of its cliff. Even TV set itself has cried for the loss. Never before was there a show with colors like this, with metaphors like this, with murder like this. And the sound! No one takes the time to create such realistic moments of ploop, kawish, pah-pah for blood splatter and falling rain. Where are we supposed to get our fix for pretentious homoerotic serial killers? Dexter? A procedural cop show about a good guy who kills bad people? Yeah, surely it could replace the perplexing, psychologically thrilling, devastating beauty Hannibal held Sure, Hannibal was never the

“Has anyone seen Amy?” said Mr. Donavan. No one could find her anywhere. (Amy is the President’s daughter). FInally they checked in her room. “Oh my Gosh!”, said Mr. Donovan. He saw a girl on the floor. She had a knife in her heart, and was already dead.

The cops were very coherent when describing when giving the address to Shelly. But in a minute had Shelly already reached at the scene of the accident. Shelly then identifies the body. In the moment, Shelly laid on the floor weeping saying “what could I have

“Please eat it” she said. Firstly she knew what do because she was the wife of a detective. Secondly she made the detectives think that she was “sad” and she wasn’t the one who killed her husband by using the techniques that she learned with him. She did everything to make the detectives think she wasn’t the one who killed Patrick, and she used her position ads his wife to help her self.

“What have we got, Doc?” Detective Parker greets the tweedy medical examiner. With instantly recognisable white tuffs and weathered face, Doctor Clarke is still said to be the finest medical examiner in the department.

“The sixth “diary” installment sent to her by the Gentlemen Caller had arrived at her West Los Angeles apartment early that morning. As had been the case with the previous diary entries, the killer supplied the precise location of a murdered woman’s body before starting into his obsessive, psychopathic message for her.”

Sarah Lund is not presented as a (stereotypical) woman in regards to defined femininity. Her clothing is plain, she does not seem to pay any attention to make-up – neither would she probably find the time for it – her hair is carelessly pulled back, and she does not portray any empathy or identification towards her victims or suspects. Ien Ang discussed this renewed representation of women on television and noted that being a woman can now mean the “adaptation of many different identities, composed of a whole range of subject positions, not predetermined by immovable definitions of femininity” (2008, pp. 242-243). The Scandinavian female investigators have a nature of the lone classic film noire detective, like discussed in chapter 1, and the

Then there’s me, Melanie Martinez. I’m no one but the mayor’s cute, doll-like looking daughter. I’m the only sort of normal one in this house. My routine for the morning is like no other teenager’s. When I wake up at six am, I go to mother’s bedroom and place her aspirin and water on her bedside table. I carefully wash the lipstick stains off dad’s clothing. I go to my brother’s room and replenish the air freshener. Then I

“Oh that’s gruesome! There’s no way she could still be around, could she?” She could feel chills going up and down her spine. She had a murder house! No wonder it was cheap that explained it- “That’s something to leave off the info!” Looking at the notes, the murderer’s sister was almost as loony as Rose!

Over the period of a day, Laura Brown gradually succumbs to her overwhelming desire to liberate herself from her mundane life. Her life has taken a very different direction from what she ever thought it would, and she finds herself completing commonplace household

The criminal justice system has so many areas that interest me. The area that interests me the most is homicide. The reason being is because growing up I use to watch TV shows such as the first 48, Law and Order, and New York City Undercover. These TV shows showed how the criminal justice system works. Some of these shows accurately tell stories of homicide and how law enforcment officers handle the case. I have always been interested in becoming a homicide detective simply so that I can help victims and their family has justice. I feel like the death of a loved one or friend is even harder to deal with when the person who murdered them is still walking the streets. I hope to one day show people that even though the