=Noir Idea that is going to be used=
Cop:D. Kèn (Dustin Kèn)
Gun shop owner:Kurt Abbadon
Synopsis: New cop on the job finds the murder location and quickly finds the suspect in a couple hours , receiving praises from the higher ups.
[Need to add more detail, dead ends, more evidences,scenes]
The story would begin with a new cop being introduced into right into the job with a murder case. As the man enters the scene the morgue car leaves with the main detective beefing him in what has happened and the officer decided to go on on his own to possibly find clues that may have been left out further away from the actual murder scene. He walks for some time and notices a bloodied door , making an assumption that the victim was leaning against the door before shooting. The young cop looks around to possibly find the discarded weapon and sees a glock 22 laying on a bunch of trash bags few tens of meters away. He picks up the gun and inspects it himself before going to another fellow officer to ask if there’s a local gun shop near by. With his luck there was. As he moved out to find out more about the possible owner in a gun shop he was greeted with a smile form the other “What brings you here,officer?” the person asks and the officer follows up with a response as he puts the gun on the counter”I need to know more about this glock model and possible buyers.”. The salesman inspects the gun and furrows his brow “22 Glock with .4 rounds standard gun but like this one mine had silver coated barrels”the salesman thinks for a moment” Only sold a few as of recent” as he takes out a book from bellow his counter in front of the officer. The man asks for permission to look through and was given it easily, he scanned through the names and found the buyer of the specific gun. The officer tips his hat with a “Thanks” and leaves the gun shop to meet the killer.
[The trailer would technically end with the officer knocking on the door]
As the officer knocks on the door as a man responds and opens the door the officer asks a few questions about the deceased and the man responds that the man was working under him. The young cop took out the gun to provide as evidence to the man as he stuttered that it couldn’t be his gun as he had his in a drawer, he went to look and it was empty, the cop noticed that and the man in front of him decided to defend himself and start fighting the other. In the end the officer arrested the man for murder and just sent to trial with the evidences that the young police officer uncovered along the way.
Props : Cop outfit (or something resembling it) , Toy gun , a Book with names of gun buyers filled with random names and glock types.
Places: a street with a door( that would be bloodied with something), a “gun” shop location, apartment of the suspect or at least a door with room numbers.
The worlds greatest detective faces another case that has been following him as a shadow for years but finally decided to show his face. The problem is though that the detective himself cannot invest the case himself, he asks a favour (or well employs) of another detective that he can trust [some name yeh] , a detective that has been shaken up from some past events but got back into her job.
Detective [x] receives an e-mail from the other , their e-mail hidden and covered, because of that the woman thought it was just a joke and went on with her day. Days later getting a call getting asked if she will take the job, for a second she’s taken aback just ’cause she didn’t think it was true at first. [x] stutters but takes the job with pride and looks over the e-mail as soon as she’s back looking into the files that were attached along with it.
She would go to the first case an find evidences that she carefully took upon herself to collect to figure out the puzzle pieces that the killer is giving them.Every new murder the detective gets a call from the other as he tries to be apart of the case and asks for specific things around the area to lead the female to the right direction in finding the killer. Similar pattern continues as the detective starts to put pieces together about the places , the people and the killing,collecting evidence and trying to put them together covering walls with pictures, information and evidences of the victims(Which will be added later) standing there and trying to figure out the last murder that is supposed to happen soon. (Because numerology and evidences lead to the last killing to be on a specific day but the detective is unsure about the time and what she’s getting herself into)
As the day comes the detective goes into the place where the murder is suppose to happen and waits for the killer.[Trailer would end here]Though as she was suppose to get called ,the signal did not go through and a man entered looking tired but in his hands held a container with gasoline and poured it all over as the detective started to wrestle with him in tries to stop him.On the other end the other detective was worried and sent men to the place she went to and broke the door down as they saw the place in flames. The killer half alive and the female detective with burn marks but not as bad. Got out and the case was solved even if the circumstances weren’t in hers favour to know more of the killer. The male though had a hunch of who it was , her description only supported the thoughts he had of who it was.
=Re-write of story 1=
A new personnel added to the police force, a detective by the name of Dustin Ken.As he was transferred from another city his reputation followed him,people talk that the man has solved many cases while being a detective and has had a keen eye on things for many years now, seeing things that others may miss…Though through those years he has gotten a few enemies , one if specific , a serial killer, that he can’t catch over 3 years now as multiple murders happen and clues are left for him but the pieces are scattered and none of them has yet to make sense.
Through out the years Ken has collected the clues and stashed them separately. Photos, trinkets, murder reports , his own input from the cases and memos.The first time he ‘met’ with the murderer was few years back as specifically brunette women were murdered and left for the public to see, stab wounds on the chest around the heart but no other signs of assault.Three murders and nobody caught for it but the man never forgot them.
One night though it changed and while the Detective Ken was in the office received a box with his wife’s ring with blood. Multiple calls towards her were made but no response. It became personal as Dustin rushed back to his apartment and found his wives body holding on to a wine glass filled with her own blood and a little note left under her other palm “You took something of mine.Now I will return the favour.” . Filled with rage Ken spent days mourning his wives death along with alcohol and taking a break from his work. Once the man took a grip on himself he finally dug up the old files he had on the women and his old notes, getting them together on a wall for himself to see, the gruesome pictures, evidences, sticker notes, phone numbers and etc. All of the victims shared the same name Elizabeth and the dark hair color. Ken finally started re-searching it , meeting along with the men that lost their wives or lovers years back , sadly bringing back old wounds on the surface. Kept getting more information until he slipped into the archives of the police records to find a deceased Elizabeth Rae that was killed years back by Ken while he was still a patrol cop, the woman was running from a murder she committed as he witnessed and was killed on sight(shot from the back into her heart) .No family, no previous records found on her but an old address of her place was on the record and the detective decided to take a visit.
It seemed like the apartment complex was abandoned for a long time but still had a presence of a person lingering , as Dustin found the specific number of the deceased he knocked down the door and hear a voice say :
“Welcome to my parlor , said the spider to the fly” with a laugh.
The Spider and the Fly
“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”
Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”
“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”
The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
week 1 wrote stories , all of us
week 2 presented them, made a horrible presentation,
week 3 had to tell the story to the teacher + getting feedback, re-wrote the story and slowly working on storyboard possibly with the upgraded story.
week 4 getting along with the storyboard , Harry has found few possible props to use but not much communication around the whole group