The Homocide Detectives

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

“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.”

Nikki expressed how she was sick of them acting out. The argument escalated into more physical abuse. If only this time nikki knew that this particular fight would end in a bad tragedy. Jas hit her mother with a vase over the head. Investigators say that was thee first sign of blood drawn. As nikki was trying to fight back tas stabbed her. After more fighting Jas starts to choke her mother with a ribbon medallion she won when she was younger. After being hit back jas picks up the knife to stab her mother. After all the verbal and physical abuse the twins dragged her to the bathtub in the master's bedroom. During the interview with jas and tas they state that when they put her into the tub she was still alive. Jas said her mother's last word were “ I hate you. You're going to jail.” Jas told her mother she was sorry. After cleaning up the bloody mess the girl walked to school arriving two hours late. Students said that they act as if it was a normal day. The twins came home and they thought the police may have been there unfortunately they were not. Jas managed to flag down a officer passing through in her neighborhood. She told the officer that someone had killed her mother. She said her and her sister missed the bus but immetimatley start to walk to rockdale high school. They told officers that they made it to every class on time. The officer indicated that it seem as if she tried to put up a fight at the moment she was being killed but there was no sign of forced entry. Officers focus on the boyfriend as the prime suspect. After investigating they soon come to realize he had nothing to do with the murder. During interviews with the twin detective started to notice that they had many injuries bite mark, scratches, and more. Detectives immediately started to focus on them, But the twins were stick to their stories. Since detectives did not have a solid case the was forced to let them go. Haneef

As other detectives arrive and ask her questions, her chat with Sam, the grocer is revealed to be her alibi and she is able to elude suspicion against

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

“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.

“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 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.

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

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.

The alarm clock blares on the tattered brown nightstand next to the bed. It is the only part of Casey Barclay’s day that is predictable. She opens her eyes and groans at the thought of what the day will hold. She hears her twins, Alexander and Abigail in the next room. They are eight, and already fighting over whose turn it is to hold the IPad, even though it’s only 6 a.m. She reaches over and turns the alarm clock off, her diamond engagement ring catches her eye as it does a little dance, sparkling in the sunlight. It is the most expensive thing in all of her house. It is also only the second thing that has given her hope in the nine years since the factory left, and it’s hard to have that after her last marriage failed so miserably. She

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

“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!

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