is in the major crimes house

Also tbr for a moment but take it from someone that literally got visited by the Secret Service when i was 13 but dont fucking make assassination jokes they actually do seriously investigate those and sometimes it doesnt even matter if you “weren’t planning anything” because its still considered a crime and even if youre not charged they can do things like put you under temporary house-arrest if a major government official is visiting nearby like this is basically “making a bomb joke in an airport” territory at least


Getting my inner @weavemama on to drag this boy on IG.

Me: “the last last time there was a Republican majority it was in 1928 and look how that turned out”
Him: “that was before integration, World War II, and the TV”
Me: ????? Literally what does that have to do with anything

Him: “if you think anti semites are running the country, you’re misinformed big time”
Me: “oh so the jump in Anti Semitic hate crimes is just a coincidence? While Steve Bannon, an editor for Breitbart, is now on Trumps cabinet and practically running the show? When Judaism was left out of the White House Holocaust Remembrance Statement?”

Vladimir Nikolayev is housed in one of Russia’s toughest prisons, known as the Black Dolphin. He is under 24 hour surveillance and is locked in a cell with three doors for the majority of his day. When he does get let out, he paces a tiny exercise facility like a caged lion in total silence. Nikolayev is a cannibal responsible for at least two murders. Whilst drunk, he beat a man to death and dismembered his body in the bathtub. For some reason, he then decided to eat him, stating that “I just thought I’d try it.” He cut off part of his thigh and boiled it, but he didn’t like the taste so he deep fried some more meat and found it much nicer. He was so impressed with the taste that he gave some to his friend and claimed it was kangaroo meat. His friend took it home to his wife who made a meal of dumplings and fed it to the family. With his next victim, he went a step further, grinding up the human meat and selling it to the local market as mince.


At first Margaret Elizabeth Carter and Daniel Sousa were committing minor crimes, such as theft (mostly wallets), robbery or burglary. In time they began to comit major crimes.

Margaret Carter and Daniel Sousa first met on January 5, 1930 at Angie Martinelli’s house. They were both smitten immediately.

Although Carter and Sousa had killed people, they were equally known for kidnapping Agent Thompson who had caught them and then driving him around for hours only to release him, unharmed, hundreds of miles away. The two seemed like they were on an adventure, having fun while easily side-stepping the law.

Peggysous Exchange gift for @reeseneseira​ who asked for Peggy and Daniel as Bonnie & Clyde (I had a blast being “undercover”!)

The Ken and Barbie Killers

The young, attractive couple may seem endearing on the surface, but the two hid a deep, dark secret: together the married lovers would assist each other in sexually assaulting their victims, and sometimes even killing them. Their strikingly good looks led the pair to the nickname, ‘’The Ken and Barbie Killers.’’


By 1990, Paul Bernardo was spending the majority of his time at his fiancée’s house, Karla Homolka. Paul took an interest in her younger sister, 15-year-old Tammy, flirting with her every time he visited and became so infatuated with her that he would peep into her window and enter her bedroom to masturbate while she was sleeping. Paul was disappointed by the fact that he was not Karla’s first sex partner and felt it was Karla’s responsibility to assist him in raping Tammy, who was a virgin. Karla helped him by breaking the windows in her sisters’ window to allow Paul access. According to Paul’s testimony at his trial, Karla once laced spaghetti sauce with crushed Valium she had stolen from her employer at Martindale Animal Clinic and served dinner to Tammy. As soon as Tammy lost consciousness, Karla watched as Paul began to rape her.

Karla wanted to give Tammy’s virginity to Paul as a Christmas gift so two days before Christmas of 1990, Paul and Karla slipped sleeping pills into Tammy’s rum-and-eggnog cocktail. Once unconscious, the two lovers undressed her and Karla applied a Halothane soaked cloth to her sister’s nose and mouth. With Tammy’s parents sleeping upstairs, the pair videotaped themselves raping her. Once Tammy began to vomit, they panicked and began hiding the evidence, dressing Tammy, vacuuming, washing laundry, and moved Tammy into her basement bedroom. Afterward, they called 911. Tammy was rushed to the hospital and was pronounced dead a few hours later, not once regaining consciousness. The soon-to-be married couple’s version of events were accepted despite the presence of a chemical burn on Tammy’s face, and the official cause of death of Tammy’s death was accidental–choking on her own vomit after alcohol consumption. Paul and Karla subsequently videotaped themselves wearing Tammy’s clothes and impersonating her. They later moved out of the Homolka house and rented a small house to let her parents cope with their grief.

In the meantime, the couple continued their usual spree of stalking and abducting schoolgirls, raping them, and then setting them free. It wasn’t until six months after their first murder that they committed another. Only a few days before their wedding, Karla and Paul abducted 14-year-old Leslie Mahaffy who was sitting outside of her house. Earlier that day, Leslie had just attended the funeral of her friend who died in a car accident. When her friends dropped her home, she found that all the doors were locked. Paul, without Karla, drove down her street and spotted a lone Leslie. Paul interacted with her and struck up a conversation, telling her that he was just breaking into the house next door. He offered her a cigarette and lead her to his car. When she was close enough to the car, Paul wrapped his sweatshirt quickly around her head and stuffed her into the vehicle. He then drove to the home he and Karla shared.

Karla and Paul videotaped themselves repeatedly torturing and raping Leslie for 24 hours straight, giving her a teddy bear to hold during breaks between the assaults. Paul then attempted to strangle Leslie to death with an electrical cord, but to no avail. Paul’s second attempt in strangling her to death, which was 24 hours later, was successful. Leslie lost the battle.

The day Leslie died, June 16, 1991, was Father’s Day. Karla was expecting family to arrive so she and Paul dragged Leslie’s body from an upstairs bedroom down to the basement; they decided that they would deal with her body later. Karla and Paul entertained the Homolka family on the main floor of the house, Karla making a special effort to prevent her mother from entering the basement. When the family left, Karla and Paul used his grandfather’s circular saw to dismember her body parts into small pieces, then cover it with concrete. Both Karla and Paul agreed that Karla was absent while Paul cleaned and bagged the body parts. They then drove to a lake and tossed the concreted body in there, which was discovered by police a couple weeks after the fact.

After Leslie’s murder, the couple kept a low profile, although did still occasionally abduct teenage girls and sexually assault them before releasing them. About a year later, Karla and Paul approached 15-year-old Kristen French who was walking home from school. The seemingly normal, attractive couple asked her for directions, and while Kristen assisted them, Paul held her at knife point and forced her into his vehicle. The kidnapping was seen by several eyewitnesses. Once they arrived at their house, they routinely videotaped themselves raping and abusing the young girl while forcing her to drink large amounts of alcohol. After being held captive for three days, Kristen stopped complying to their sexual demands. She is quoted to have said to Paul, “Some things are worth dying for. I don’t know how your wife can stand to be around you.” That same day they murdered her, and they disposed of her naked body in a ditch only one kilometer from Leslie’s gravesite.


Karla Homolka eventually confessed the grisly details to police after one day Paul severely beat her. The two were taken into custody. In return for a plea bargain (12 years in prison for manslaughter), she was required to testify against Paul in his murder trial, which she did. Karla portrayed herself as the hopeless victim with the domineering husband and testified that Paul often boasted that he’d raped over 30 women. On September 1, 1995, Paul Bernardo was convicted of a number of offences, including the two first-degree murders and two aggravated sexual assaults, and sentenced to life in prison without parole for at least 25 years, although it is unlikely that he will ever be released. Since then, he has admitted to the Toronto Star that he sexually assaulted at least 10 other women in attacks not previously attributed to him.


Paul Bernardo, now aged 50, is currently incarcerated in Millhaven Institution, which is a maximum security prison located in Bath, Ontario. He has been released from solitary confinement and now works in the library, which enraged many Scarborough citizens, including Kristen French’s mother.

Karla Homolka, now aged 44, was released from prison in 2005 and resided in Quebec, Ontario. In 2012, she had since changed her identity and relocated to Guadeloupe. Journalist Paula Todd managed to track her down to a small apartment. Karla, who now goes by the alias Leanne Bordelais, agreed to speak with Paula. It was revealed that she has married her then-attorney’s brother and together they have three children.

In October of 2014, word got around that Karla has moved back to Quebec, Ontario.

Their Place: Braxis Wynterwulf


$ Financial : wealthy (Although he hates touching the Houses coin.) / moderate / poor / in poverty.
Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.
Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.
Education : qualified / unqualified / studying
Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet. (*only considered crimes in certain locations)


Marital status : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed
Children : has a child or children / has no children (That he knows of at least) / wants children
Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) (with 9/10 of his siblings)/ not close with sibling(s) (With the older brother) / has no sibling(s) / sibling is deceased.
Filiation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / And uncle


extroverted / introverted / in between.
♦ disorganized / organized / in between.
♦ close minded / open-minded  / in between.
calm / anxious / in between.
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
♦ cautious / RECKLESS / in between.
♦ patient / impatient / in between.
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between.
leader / follower / in between.
empathetic / unempathetic / in between.
optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
♦ traditional / modern / in between.
hard-working / lazy / in between.
cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown.
loyal / disloyal / unknown.
faithful / unfaithful / unknown.


Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.
Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.
Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.
Philosophical : yes / no.


Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.
Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable.
Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable.
Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.
Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.
Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all.


Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.
Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.


Drinking Alcohol : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
$ Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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“JAMESON: I just read the proof of your piece on Randolph Cherry. It’s good, Ben. Real good. In fact, it’s dynamite – the kind that’ll blow up right in your face. You’ve connected organized crime with every major decision Cherry has made as Councilman. This could cost him the election – or, it could cost us the Bugle, if he sues. He’s a popular man. Got a lot of money behind him.
URICH: You want it killed?
JAMESON: No. Just make sure of your facts.”

-Frank Miller (Daredevil #177)


President Obama has commuted the sentences of over 200 federal inmates.

President Obama commuted the sentences of 214 inmates on Wednesday — the most commuted in one day since “at least 1900,” according to White House officials.

Wednesday’s commutes bring Obama’s grand total up to 562, more than the last nine presidents combined, according to the White House.

Of the 214 prisoners on the list, the majority were facing harsh penalties for drug charges; almost all sentences were for nonviolent crimes. Obama’s 562 total commutations include 197 people formerly serving life sentences.

While his record of commutations puts U.S. presidents from the last hundred-odd years to shame, law professors say they’re still not enough — and that’s because of Obama himself.

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‘The Black Dahlia’ Elizabeth Short with an Army Major by the name of Matthew Gordon. Short was an aspiring actress who dreamed of fame, but in an ironic twist of fate, she only caught the public’s eye when she was brutally murdered in LA in 1947. The image of her mutilated corpse was plastered in newspapers and it has become just an every day photograph for those interested in the macabre. She has also inspired many Halloween costumes and featured in many TV shows, particularly American Horror Story: Murder House. Although hundreds of people were interviewed by police after her murder, nobody was arrested and the case still remains unsolved.

The Same, but Different - a westallen oneshot

Spoilers for Welcome to Earth 2 part 1

by dylanobrieun

 Iris and Barry discuss exactly what was different on Earth 2

           Iris and Barry sat alone at the West house. Joe got called back into the station right after dinner, apologizing for having to work on their official “night off.” After the whole Earth 2 fiasco, they all decided as a team that Barry deserved to have the night to relax as he pleased. They both did. Crime could wait a night.

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The Two Ghosts

“Come on, John! We have to go now.”

“Sherlock? Where are we going? Did Lestrade text you?”

“No, homeless network. Come on.

Sherlock threw on his coat and slid down the stairs of 221b, leaving John rushing to catch up.  This was a usual thing for the two of them, Sherlock dashing about and John close at his heels.  John was used to not getting clear answers and learned to go with the flow, but today felt different. They hadn’t had a case all week and suddenly Sherlock was up and out the door.  Considering he never left the house for anything less than a ‘7′ John figured something important must have come up.  ‘Lestrade usually calls when there’s been a major crime and Mycroft doesn’t text’ John thought to himself as he hopped into the back of the cab.  ‘What could possibly be this important?’

Moriarty was dead, there was no question.  After the nationwide scare of his possible return from the grave proved to be nothing more than theatrics, Sherlock and John fell back into their old routine.  Like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.  John was thankful to move back in, to have his chair and his Sherlock again.  If John were to be honest, he’d say it was a relief when Mary was brought to justice after blowing someone’s head off.  The dust had settled and John was happier than ever.  There was still something missing and he knew exactly what that was but he’d never press for something Sherlock wasn’t ready for.  John was content for the moment being by Sherlock’s side, like he always had been.  Just the two of them against the rest of the world. 

The cab stopped near an abandoned factory.  The ride had been dead silent with Sherlock locked in his mind palace.  Sherlock told the cabbie not to wait and lead John away from the main road. 

“Sherlock, any chance you could tell me what this is about? Who are we supposed to meet here? It’s a pretty dodgy area.”

“I need answers, John, answers about a case.  Years before you and I met, Scotland Yard let a murder case go cold and I’ve recently become aware of bits of information that could be linked. We’re here to consult someone who makes a living running in dangerous circles.  Someone who misbehaves.”

John followed Sherlock into the dark building and heard the unmistakable clacking of heels on the concrete.

“My, my, Sherlock Holmes.  It’s a pleasure to see you again.  Hello, Doctor Watson.”

John’s mouth dropped when he caught sight of Irene Adler.  Sherlock smiled affectionately at her, which made John double take in confusion.  

“Irene Adler,” Sherlock hummed. “It’s good to see you’re still alive, against all odds.  I have questions that need answering - what do you know of Trent Conaway and his affiliation with the Pembrook Company?”

“Sherlock, you know I don’t give anything away for free.  I am a business woman, after all.”

“Considering you were on your knees the last time we met I thought you’d be more than willing to oblige me,” Sherlock snapped coldly.  He was referring to saving her life in Karachi, however John, speechless, jumped to the worst conclusion possible.  Irene saw the flash of fear in John’s eyes and the clenching of his left hand.  In that moment she set her price.  She liked to cause trouble and was determined to get Sherlock to confess the secrets of his heart.

“Did you tell him? Did you tell Doctor Watson exactly what happened the night he left us alone in your flat?” Irene smirked, satisfied with herself.

“Tell me what? Sherlock, what is she talking about?”

“John,” Sherlock sighed fearfully.  He knew what she was trying to do and it terrified him. That night Sherlock spent hours talking to John even though he’d gone out.  He mistook Irene for John.  He turned down Irene over and over again.  Sherlock even brought up John, love, and chemistry in the same sentence in front of her. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ Sherlock thought to himself. John, similarly, was terrified but for a significantly different reason.  John had always assumed the worst when it came to The Woman but until this moment he was able to leave some room for doubt. It seemed as though Sherlock had been hiding something from John all these years, something only The Woman could possibly know, and that was exactly the case just not in the way John would guess.  Irene knew this about John and was prepared to flush the secrets out, just for fun.  

“Shall I tell him? I’m sure he’d love to hear all of the details of the night we spent together.”

“That’s really none of my business - “

“But I think you’d like to hear it. We’re all adults here, aren’t we? Nothing to be afraid of.  Unless, of course, there is something you’re afraid of?”

“Sherlock, what is she talking about? Is there something you didn’t want me to know? You always keep me in the dark, always, with everything - “

“John, please,” Sherlock pacified, “I’m sorry”. Sherlock was frozen with fear but slowly working up the courage to set the record straight.  He had to choose between being honest about his feelings for John or letting John believe himself to be untrustworthy in Sherlock’s eyes.  The Woman was good at her job - it’s her prerogative to know what everyone likes.  Sherlock took a sharp inhale of breath before bursting, “That night all I could think about, all I could talk about, was you, John”. 

But John wasn’t there to hear it.  John had turned on his heel moments before and fled the scene.  He walked as fast as he could back to the main road and hailed a cab.  John knew Sherlock would never love him the way he loved The Woman.  He knew, once and for all, he and Sherlock would never be anything more than flatmates.  John spent the entire cab ride blinking back tears and deciding whether to pack his bags and leave 221b for good this time.   

Just looking ...

Ficlet - just could get this idea out of my head - still need to edit it though - needs some beefing up - no good at writing the internal conversations of the characters - suggestions welcome -

The real estate agent had given them some time to walk around the property on their own. It was a relatively open floor plan, a three bedrooms, 2 bath home. There was a nice yard at the back of the house with a patio. Andy opened the French style doors that lead outside, Sharon stepped out into the warm afternoon air and sighed taking in the view. Andy came up behind her wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She leaned into him and sighed again.

“What do you think?” He asked already pretty certain of her answer.

“I really like it,” she sighed her hands gently rubbing his arms.

“But?” He pressed her knowing she was holding something back. He pressed his lips to her cheek.

“No but… I … It’s just odd to think that I’d be thinking about … At this point in my life …. About moving in with my boyfriend,” she confessed. He could tell she made a face when she said boyfriend. She never liked the titles, boyfriend and girlfriend, it sounded too juvenile. He chuckled giving her a squeeze.

“I like this place,” she said with more emphasis.

“You still seem resistant to the idea of living with your boyfriend,” he teased nuzzling her neck with his nose. She squirmed in his arms as he tickled her. “Or maybe it’s just the word boyfriend that bothers you,” he whispered kissing her neck. She leaned back resting her head against his shoulder sighing as his lips traced along her skin.

She gave a contemplative hum in reply.

“Maybe,” he kissed her neck again, “I can do something about that,” he said between kisses. He held up his palm, a small black box sat in the center. Again she only hummed turning her face toward him. He kissed as close to her mouth as he could reach. She smiled.

“Maybe,” he whispered against her cheek, “You would prefer a different label?”

She smiled again her eyes still closed, “Hmm what did you have in mind?” She could feel him chuckle a little before he spoke.

“I was thinking,” he kissed her cheek again, “ fiance’ might be a better fit,” he said his voice a low rumble in her ear.

He knew she had heard him from the slight stiffness that overtook her body and the short intake of breath, not quite a gasp but his words had surprised her. Slowly her head raised off of its resting place on his shoulder. His hand was still poised in front of them. Her eyes became fixed on the small box hovering just in front of her.

Her mouth had become suddenly very dry. Her tongue clicked as it darted out to quickly moisten her lips. She slowly pivoted in his arms so that she was facing him. He brought the small box into the tiny space between their bodies. He didn’t want to let go of her, an irrational fear that somehow if he let go she would disappear or run away nagged at him in that moment.

“Fiance’ you ..” Her voice was barely a whisper. He nodded slowly as the reality of his words began to seep into her consciousness. Reluctantly his arm slipped from around her and he opened the small box to reveal its content.

Reassured by the small sigh that escaped Sharon’s lips, Andy took a step back wanting to do things properly, old fashioned, he slowly sank to one knee.

Sharon’s heart was racing. She couldn’t think. This, this had to be a dream. But as she watched Andy take the traditional position she couldn’t help the tears that welled in her eyes and the smile that pulled at her lips.

“Sharon, with your family’s blessing, I am asking… Will you marry me?” Andy’s throat felt tight, he would have loosened his tie had he been wearing one.

Before she responded his words registered, family blessing, he had asked for her hand, asked her family. She bit her lip to try and stay the tears that continually threatened to fall. She didn’t think she could speak. At first all she could do was nod. She laughed at Andy’s stunned happy expression, finding her voice, “Yes,” she said her voice shaky and thick with feeling. “Yes,” she said again kneeling to join Andy taking his face in her hands. She kissed him. He pulled her close clutching the ring box in his hand.

As their lips parted Andy whispered, “You might have to help me up.”

His expression was priceless. “Oh,” she said with a laugh getting to her feet and pulling him with her. They laughed together as they stood. Still holding her left hand, he managed to pull the ring from the box with just his right. Her fingertips rested on his palm, she raised her third finger as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

“You asked my family?” She said. His thumb grazed her cheek catching a wayward tear.

He nodded. “I talked to Rusty first and then called Emily and Ricky,” he said with a shrug. “I thought it was important to have their blessing.”

“And if they had reservations or objected?” Sharon couldn’t help but ask. What would he have done had any of her children thought it was a bad idea.

Andy seemed to be thinking about it for the first time. “I would have waited. And I guess tried to ease their concerns.” Again he shrugged.

Sharon looked at the ring on her finger. Andy smiled at her.
“This would be a nice location for a wedding,” he said surveying the backyard.

She leaned in and kissed him. Then hugged him tightly whispering in his ear, “I like weddings.”

Have you ever noticed that, despite being a supposed master manipulator, Frank Underwood still hides his smoking habit by leaning out of a window like a teenager? This speaks to a larger truth of the character, which is that he is absolutely terrible at covering up his wrongdoing.

In Season 2, Frank decides to stay in his own house instead of moving into the vice president’s residence, probably because building a new set is fucking expensive. This means that the Secret Service has to come in and install security cameras all over his private living space – which you might recognize as the No. 1 thing you want to avoid if you’re scheming to manipulate major parts of the government. Remember, this is the home where Underwood staged a crime against his own family, sheltered a drunken Russo, and had a bisexual three-way with a Secret Service agent. Incidentally, that last thing started (and maybe continued) outside the bedroom, after the cameras were already installed.

Let’s go back to Zoe for a minute. All those incriminating texts they sent back and forth were sent from Frank’s phone – not a burner, but his own, personal device. Considering how hard it was forObama to keep his BlackBerry (which is heavily monitored), it’s unlikely that the government somehow missed Vice President Underwood’s text-swollen phone of reckless skullduggery.

4 Reasons Frank Underwood (from House of Cards) Is an Idiot
Christina Hendricks, Gillian Anderson Join Max Irons & Glenn Close For Agatha Christie’s ‘Crooked House’
EXCLUSIVE: Agatha Christie is finally headed back to the big screen. Christina Hendricks, Gillian Anderson, Stefanie Martini, Terence Stamp and Honor Kneafsey are joining Max Irons and Glenn Close …
By Diana Lodderhose

Christina Hendricks, Gillian Anderson, Stefanie Martini, Terence Stamp and Honor Kneafsey are joining Max Irons and Glenn Close to star in an upcoming adaptation of Christie’s whodunit Crooked House, which has started shooting in and around London.

Gilles Paquet-Brenner (Sarah’s Key) will direct the ensemble cast from a script written by Downton Abbey and Gosford Park writer Julian Fellowes, Tim Rose Price and Brenner. Joe Abrams at Brilliant Films, James Spring at Fred Films and Sally Wood produce.

Crooked House, one of the few of Christie’s books that hasn’t been adapted for the screen until now, has been in development for a while and been a major passion project for Abrams, Wood and Spring, who have steered the project to realization. The story follows private detective Charles Hayward who is invited to solve a gruesome crime where nobody is above suspicion, including Sophia, his client and former lover.

“Some years back we went through really everything that was available in terms of Agatha Christie and this book really jumped out for a number of reasons,” Abrams told Deadline. “It’s a stand-alone – so it’s not a Marple or Poirot mystery – and there is a freshness to it. It won’t necessarily go with a familiar pattern. It’s driven by a young detective and an even younger ingénue who he’s had a past with and who’s either a suspect or the next victim. That’s what’s driving it.”

The project is fully-financed by Hindsight/Prescience with Metro International handling worldwide sales. Sony Pictures Worldwide Acquisitions have pre-bought the title in North America, Latin America, South Africa and Eastern Europe. Metro have also pre-sold German speaking European territories to Tele Munchen’s distribution arm Concorde, Spain to Dea Planeta, Portugal to Lusomundo, Israel to Shoval and airlines to Cinesky.

Irons is repped by Tavistock Wood and UTA and Close is repped by CAA. Hendricks is repped by ICM Partners, LINK, Hirsh Wallerstein Hayum Matlof and Fishman and Independent Talent. Anderson is repped by Independent Talent, CAA and Untitled Entertainment.

Stamp is repped by United Agents and Untitled; Martini is repped by Troikal and Kneafsey is repped by A&J Management, ICM Partners and Osbrink.