Feller Homicide | Fan Mail
SUMMARY
-Marci McMann delivers Lara Feller's fanmail to MCS.
-Det. Eames briefly interviews her regarding obsessive fans and one particular fan who disliked her recent movie.
-Logan and Eames rummage through the fanmail and discover an angrily written letter about her performance in The Raven, signed by Geroge B. Gordon.
*DOINK-DOINK*
*MCS*
*Marci McMann walks into MCS*
Det. Alex Eames: *at the desk*
Det. Mike Logan: *looks up, donut halfway to mouth* Ms. McCann. What a surprise.
Det. Alex Eames: *lifts her head up from her work at the sound of Logan's voice*
MARCI MCMANN: I brought the letters. *holding several manila envelopes*
Det. Mike Logan: Again, I'm surprised.
Det. Alex Eames: *raises her brow*
Det. Mike Logan: Just give them to me...
MARCI MCMANN: *her eyes look a little watery, and she looks like she might say something, but is too intimidated - much more subdued than the other day*
Det. Alex Eames: *looks a little confused by the look on her face*
Det. Mike Logan: Are you all right?
Det. Mike Logan: Sit down...*gestures to an empty chair by Eames*
MARCI MCMANN: *she sits down, still holding the manila envelopes, at the chair next to Eames*
Det. Mike Logan: Let me get you a bottled water. Eames, you want anything?
Det. Alex Eames: Water, please, *nods with a little smile*
Det. Mike Logan: Okay. *he goes, leaving Nervous Witness with Nice Pregnant Lady (tm) *
Det. Alex Eames: *to Marci, holding her hand out for the files* Thank you for bringing those.
MARCI MCMANN: *she hands them over, nods* She has all kinds...at her memorial. All kinds. *sad*
Det. Alex Eames: *takes them with a small, warm smile and puts them on her desk* All kinds?
MARCI MCMANN: Letters. From fans. Collages with pictures and stuff.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* I'm sure there are a lot of fans who'll.... miss her.
Det. Mike Logan: Mike *thinks* and one fan who had GOOD aim.
MARCI MCMANN: ...she was talking to me before she died.
Det. Alex Eames: What was she talking about?
MARCI MCMANN: *quickly, ashamed* I was supposed to be at her side, getting her whatever she wanted, but I was meeting Martin--up at her hotel room--she-she was complaining about the fans.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* What were her complaints?
MARCI MCMANN: They were geeks. And gross. There was this one guy who started dissing her new movie. Uh, not cool at all. She was really mad. She was like, "Sci Fi Con? It's more like a Loser Convention." And then...
MARCI MCMANN: *swallows*
Det. Alex Eames: *raised brow* And then?
MARCI MCMANN: ...she said that, about it being a Loser Convention. And then--she--she said, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." And then she said she'd call back, and she hung up...
MARCI MCMANN: *tears in her eyes*
Det. Alex Eames: *gives her a sympathetic look* You didn't hear anything in the background at all?
MARCI MCMANN: *shakes her head*
MARCI MCMANN: *wipes at her eyes*
Det. Alex Eames: *gives her a little moment before continuing* You don't know of any particular fan that bothered her or threatened her in any way?
MARCI MCMANN: That one. *sniff* The one who dissed her movie. That's what G-Money said. That maybe it was him.
Det. Alex Eames: Just because he didn't like her movie? Or was there something else that he said or did?
MARCI MCMANN: I wasn't there. *sniff* I mean, he was the only one who bugged her that day...everyone else was just really overly happy to like, be in her presence.
Det. Mike Logan: *comes back with the water*
Det. Alex Eames: *grateful nod and takes the water, passing one to Marci*
MARCI MCMANN: *Marci takes it, opens and takes a drink*
Det. Mike Logan: *sits back at his desk, looks at Eames for a sign that she's getting info*
Det. Alex Eames: What about the day before?
Det. Alex Eames: *to Marci*
MARCI MCMANN: We flew in really late the night before.
Det. Alex Eames: Nothing out of the ordinary or anything suspicious?
MARCI MCMANN: *shakes her head*
Det. Alex Eames: How long have you been working for Feller?
Det. Alex Eames: *sips her water*
MARCI MCMANN: A couple of years.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* Did she ever confide in you about anything?
MARCI MCMANN: *shrugs*
MARCI MCMANN: Not really.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* Do you know who she did talk to?
MARCI MCMANN: *shrugs* Her friends, I guess...*shifts, uncomfortable* Can I go now? I brought the letters...
Det. Mike Logan: Sure....you can go. You're sure you're together?
Det. Alex Eames: What are the names of her friends?
MARCI MCMANN: She has a lot. Do you want her address book?
Det. Alex Eames: That would be helpful, yes. *little smile, nodding*
MARCI MCMANN: *sniffles, nods, getting up*
Det. Alex Eames: Are these all the letters?
Det. Alex Eames: *pointing to the ones on her desk*
MARCI MCMANN: *nods* Those are the ones from this year. We get rid of them every so often. But that's January till she died.
Det. Alex Eames: ...right. Thank you. *nods* Are you sure you're okay?
MARCI MCMANN: *nods* I gotta go.
Det. Mike Logan: If you're sure.
Det. Alex Eames: You'll let us know if you remember anything?
MARCI MCMANN: *nods, going toward the door*
Det. Alex Eames: *frowns, glances back at Logan*
Det. Mike Logan: Okay. Feel free to call if you remember anything else.
MARCI MCMANN: *she nods, hurries out*
Det. Alex Eames: *picks up one of the manila envelopes and empties it*
*stacks of envelopes, with letters inside*
Det. Alex Eames: *flat* Mmm, fanmail- my favourite.
Det. Mike Logan: I like it when it's for me.
Det. Mike Logan: *grabs another stack, starts emptying*
Det. Alex Eames: *opening one with a smirk* Valentines Day cards are not fanmail.
*she opens a standard fan letter from a guy requesting an autographed pic and noting that "You looked totally hot in that remake of "Planet of the Apes"*
Det. Alex Eames: *snorts as she reads it and then starts a 'read' pile*
*the first few that she and Logan read are similar*
*a couple of mock "Marry me" letters*
Det. Mike Logan: *rips a few open*
Det. Alex Eames: *does, too, wondering why people would lower themselves to such a level*
*there's some weird stuff in there as well - fanboys asking sexual questions, serious offers of marriage*
Det. Alex Eames: *raised brow as she reads that*
Det. Alex Eames: I always knew men were dellusional. *mutters*
Det. Mike Logan: I enjoy my delusions.
Det. Alex Eames: I'm sure you do. *smirks* Would you really write to a woman you didn't know and ask her to marry you?
*Logan gets a few from women, all admiring of Feller, want to be just like her sort of thign*
Det. Alex Eames: *opens a few more*
Det. Mike Logan: Marry me? No.
Det. Mike Logan: Other things?
Det. Mike Logan: Write? No.
Det. Mike Logan: It's all up here. *taps temple*
Det. Alex Eames: Not down there?
Det. Alex Eames: *gesturing to you know where*
Det. Mike Logan: That's for the shower.
Det. Alex Eames: *smirks*
*and then, Eames hits paydirt. A letter in calligraphic pen, which begins: "Dear Miss Feller--LARA, I have watched your movies for some time and have always been an ardent admirer and supporter of your work."
"Before you were famous, I (actually underlined several times) noticed you in the direct-to-DVD "Final Judgment IV". Even then, I was your fan." ("I" is again, underlined twice)
"Let me say, then, what a disappointment your last movie was. As someone who makes a living thank to your FANS, perhaps you should listen to what your FANS, your #1 fan, even, have to say."
"Your movie The Raven was an insult to the late Edgar Allan Poe, a horror straight out of one of his tales, but not in a good way. You took a great piece of literature and turned it into little more than trash TV."
Det. Alex Eames: *reads it out a loud for Logan to hear once she realises what it says*
Det. Mike Logan: A pissed-off booklover?
Det. Mike Logan: Sounds like a hit.
Det. Alex Eames: *keeps reading it out a loud*
Det. Alex Eames: *nodding to agree with Logan as she does*
"If you thought you could just phone it in, substituting slutty outfits for plots, and that no one would notice, you were dead wrong.
I hope you will listen to me (underlined three times) and realize you've got to do better next time, for your FANS."*
*It is signed with a flourish, "George B. Gordon"*
Det. Mike Logan: George.....What the hell???
Det. Mike Logan: *looks annoyed*
Det. Alex Eames: *has one of those expressions that are caught between amused and annoyed*
Det. Mike Logan: So what's his real name, when he's not Lord Byron?
Det. Alex Eames: That's a good question...
Det. Mike Logan: Lord....Lord...Hey. Wasn't that the name from the Movie Barn?
Det. Mike Logan: Bing-O.
Det. Alex Eames: Did we ever find out anything more about that Lord guy?
Det. Mike Logan: No...not that I know of.
Det. Mike Logan: He looked like the guy talking to Feller.
Det. Mike Logan: And....you want to bet he's a student at NYU?
Det. Mike Logan: *grin, starts to bring up a webpage on his computer*
Det. Mike Logan: NYU courses, professors in the English Department specializing in poetry.....*browsing*
Det. Alex Eames: *goes over to his desk and leans against it to look at the computer screen*
*uh...standard course catalog*
Det. Mike Logan: *gets a list of the grad poetry...AND the gothic courses*
Det. Mike Logan: Did you know Byron was the model for Dracula?
Det. Alex Eames: Great. Vampires.
Det. Mike Logan: Yep.
MARCI MCMANN: *so there's a list of courses...woo*
Det. Mike Logan: No, no....dead end.
Det. Mike Logan: Dammit,
Det. Alex Eames: It's not all a dead end. We still have the letter... we could cross our fingers and hope we have prints.
Det. Mike Logan: Yeah, I guess. But at least we've got our poetry connection.
Det. Mike Logan: Poe AND Byron?
Det. Alex Eames: Along with the Raven.
Det. Mike Logan: *nods*
Det. Alex Eames: *goes back to her desk* And I thought reading this fanmail would be boring...
Det. Mike Logan: Yeah. *opens more* Ooh, love letter from a chick - with pictures!
Det. Alex Eames: Oh, God. *chuckles*
Det. Alex Eames: Maybe you'll want all these? *points to a few of a similar nature on her own desk*
Det. Mike Logan: I might need a reference.
Det. Mike Logan: But let's shoot your envelope down to the lab, get the processiong number for the post office that sent it.
Det. Alex Eames: *puts the envelope and letter in an evidence bag*
Det. Mike Logan: Not bad, not bad at all.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods with a little smirk*
Det. Alex Eames: Nope.
-Marci McMann delivers Lara Feller's fanmail to MCS.
-Det. Eames briefly interviews her regarding obsessive fans and one particular fan who disliked her recent movie.
-Logan and Eames rummage through the fanmail and discover an angrily written letter about her performance in The Raven, signed by Geroge B. Gordon.
*DOINK-DOINK*
*MCS*
*Marci McMann walks into MCS*
Det. Alex Eames: *at the desk*
Det. Mike Logan: *looks up, donut halfway to mouth* Ms. McCann. What a surprise.
Det. Alex Eames: *lifts her head up from her work at the sound of Logan's voice*
MARCI MCMANN: I brought the letters. *holding several manila envelopes*
Det. Mike Logan: Again, I'm surprised.
Det. Alex Eames: *raises her brow*
Det. Mike Logan: Just give them to me...
MARCI MCMANN: *her eyes look a little watery, and she looks like she might say something, but is too intimidated - much more subdued than the other day*
Det. Alex Eames: *looks a little confused by the look on her face*
Det. Mike Logan: Are you all right?
Det. Mike Logan: Sit down...*gestures to an empty chair by Eames*
MARCI MCMANN: *she sits down, still holding the manila envelopes, at the chair next to Eames*
Det. Mike Logan: Let me get you a bottled water. Eames, you want anything?
Det. Alex Eames: Water, please, *nods with a little smile*
Det. Mike Logan: Okay. *he goes, leaving Nervous Witness with Nice Pregnant Lady (tm) *
Det. Alex Eames: *to Marci, holding her hand out for the files* Thank you for bringing those.
MARCI MCMANN: *she hands them over, nods* She has all kinds...at her memorial. All kinds. *sad*
Det. Alex Eames: *takes them with a small, warm smile and puts them on her desk* All kinds?
MARCI MCMANN: Letters. From fans. Collages with pictures and stuff.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* I'm sure there are a lot of fans who'll.... miss her.
Det. Mike Logan: Mike *thinks* and one fan who had GOOD aim.
MARCI MCMANN: ...she was talking to me before she died.
Det. Alex Eames: What was she talking about?
MARCI MCMANN: *quickly, ashamed* I was supposed to be at her side, getting her whatever she wanted, but I was meeting Martin--up at her hotel room--she-she was complaining about the fans.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* What were her complaints?
MARCI MCMANN: They were geeks. And gross. There was this one guy who started dissing her new movie. Uh, not cool at all. She was really mad. She was like, "Sci Fi Con? It's more like a Loser Convention." And then...
MARCI MCMANN: *swallows*
Det. Alex Eames: *raised brow* And then?
MARCI MCMANN: ...she said that, about it being a Loser Convention. And then--she--she said, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." And then she said she'd call back, and she hung up...
MARCI MCMANN: *tears in her eyes*
Det. Alex Eames: *gives her a sympathetic look* You didn't hear anything in the background at all?
MARCI MCMANN: *shakes her head*
MARCI MCMANN: *wipes at her eyes*
Det. Alex Eames: *gives her a little moment before continuing* You don't know of any particular fan that bothered her or threatened her in any way?
MARCI MCMANN: That one. *sniff* The one who dissed her movie. That's what G-Money said. That maybe it was him.
Det. Alex Eames: Just because he didn't like her movie? Or was there something else that he said or did?
MARCI MCMANN: I wasn't there. *sniff* I mean, he was the only one who bugged her that day...everyone else was just really overly happy to like, be in her presence.
Det. Mike Logan: *comes back with the water*
Det. Alex Eames: *grateful nod and takes the water, passing one to Marci*
MARCI MCMANN: *Marci takes it, opens and takes a drink*
Det. Mike Logan: *sits back at his desk, looks at Eames for a sign that she's getting info*
Det. Alex Eames: What about the day before?
Det. Alex Eames: *to Marci*
MARCI MCMANN: We flew in really late the night before.
Det. Alex Eames: Nothing out of the ordinary or anything suspicious?
MARCI MCMANN: *shakes her head*
Det. Alex Eames: How long have you been working for Feller?
Det. Alex Eames: *sips her water*
MARCI MCMANN: A couple of years.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* Did she ever confide in you about anything?
MARCI MCMANN: *shrugs*
MARCI MCMANN: Not really.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods* Do you know who she did talk to?
MARCI MCMANN: *shrugs* Her friends, I guess...*shifts, uncomfortable* Can I go now? I brought the letters...
Det. Mike Logan: Sure....you can go. You're sure you're together?
Det. Alex Eames: What are the names of her friends?
MARCI MCMANN: She has a lot. Do you want her address book?
Det. Alex Eames: That would be helpful, yes. *little smile, nodding*
MARCI MCMANN: *sniffles, nods, getting up*
Det. Alex Eames: Are these all the letters?
Det. Alex Eames: *pointing to the ones on her desk*
MARCI MCMANN: *nods* Those are the ones from this year. We get rid of them every so often. But that's January till she died.
Det. Alex Eames: ...right. Thank you. *nods* Are you sure you're okay?
MARCI MCMANN: *nods* I gotta go.
Det. Mike Logan: If you're sure.
Det. Alex Eames: You'll let us know if you remember anything?
MARCI MCMANN: *nods, going toward the door*
Det. Alex Eames: *frowns, glances back at Logan*
Det. Mike Logan: Okay. Feel free to call if you remember anything else.
MARCI MCMANN: *she nods, hurries out*
Det. Alex Eames: *picks up one of the manila envelopes and empties it*
*stacks of envelopes, with letters inside*
Det. Alex Eames: *flat* Mmm, fanmail- my favourite.
Det. Mike Logan: I like it when it's for me.
Det. Mike Logan: *grabs another stack, starts emptying*
Det. Alex Eames: *opening one with a smirk* Valentines Day cards are not fanmail.
*she opens a standard fan letter from a guy requesting an autographed pic and noting that "You looked totally hot in that remake of "Planet of the Apes"*
Det. Alex Eames: *snorts as she reads it and then starts a 'read' pile*
*the first few that she and Logan read are similar*
*a couple of mock "Marry me" letters*
Det. Mike Logan: *rips a few open*
Det. Alex Eames: *does, too, wondering why people would lower themselves to such a level*
*there's some weird stuff in there as well - fanboys asking sexual questions, serious offers of marriage*
Det. Alex Eames: *raised brow as she reads that*
Det. Alex Eames: I always knew men were dellusional. *mutters*
Det. Mike Logan: I enjoy my delusions.
Det. Alex Eames: I'm sure you do. *smirks* Would you really write to a woman you didn't know and ask her to marry you?
*Logan gets a few from women, all admiring of Feller, want to be just like her sort of thign*
Det. Alex Eames: *opens a few more*
Det. Mike Logan: Marry me? No.
Det. Mike Logan: Other things?
Det. Mike Logan: Write? No.
Det. Mike Logan: It's all up here. *taps temple*
Det. Alex Eames: Not down there?
Det. Alex Eames: *gesturing to you know where*
Det. Mike Logan: That's for the shower.
Det. Alex Eames: *smirks*
*and then, Eames hits paydirt. A letter in calligraphic pen, which begins: "Dear Miss Feller--LARA, I have watched your movies for some time and have always been an ardent admirer and supporter of your work."
"Before you were famous, I (actually underlined several times) noticed you in the direct-to-DVD "Final Judgment IV". Even then, I was your fan." ("I" is again, underlined twice)
"Let me say, then, what a disappointment your last movie was. As someone who makes a living thank to your FANS, perhaps you should listen to what your FANS, your #1 fan, even, have to say."
"Your movie The Raven was an insult to the late Edgar Allan Poe, a horror straight out of one of his tales, but not in a good way. You took a great piece of literature and turned it into little more than trash TV."
Det. Alex Eames: *reads it out a loud for Logan to hear once she realises what it says*
Det. Mike Logan: A pissed-off booklover?
Det. Mike Logan: Sounds like a hit.
Det. Alex Eames: *keeps reading it out a loud*
Det. Alex Eames: *nodding to agree with Logan as she does*
"If you thought you could just phone it in, substituting slutty outfits for plots, and that no one would notice, you were dead wrong.
I hope you will listen to me (underlined three times) and realize you've got to do better next time, for your FANS."*
*It is signed with a flourish, "George B. Gordon"*
Det. Mike Logan: George.....What the hell???
Det. Mike Logan: *looks annoyed*
Det. Alex Eames: *has one of those expressions that are caught between amused and annoyed*
Det. Mike Logan: So what's his real name, when he's not Lord Byron?
Det. Alex Eames: That's a good question...
Det. Mike Logan: Lord....Lord...Hey. Wasn't that the name from the Movie Barn?
Det. Mike Logan: Bing-O.
Det. Alex Eames: Did we ever find out anything more about that Lord guy?
Det. Mike Logan: No...not that I know of.
Det. Mike Logan: He looked like the guy talking to Feller.
Det. Mike Logan: And....you want to bet he's a student at NYU?
Det. Mike Logan: *grin, starts to bring up a webpage on his computer*
Det. Mike Logan: NYU courses, professors in the English Department specializing in poetry.....*browsing*
Det. Alex Eames: *goes over to his desk and leans against it to look at the computer screen*
*uh...standard course catalog*
Det. Mike Logan: *gets a list of the grad poetry...AND the gothic courses*
Det. Mike Logan: Did you know Byron was the model for Dracula?
Det. Alex Eames: Great. Vampires.
Det. Mike Logan: Yep.
MARCI MCMANN: *so there's a list of courses...woo*
Det. Mike Logan: No, no....dead end.
Det. Mike Logan: Dammit,
Det. Alex Eames: It's not all a dead end. We still have the letter... we could cross our fingers and hope we have prints.
Det. Mike Logan: Yeah, I guess. But at least we've got our poetry connection.
Det. Mike Logan: Poe AND Byron?
Det. Alex Eames: Along with the Raven.
Det. Mike Logan: *nods*
Det. Alex Eames: *goes back to her desk* And I thought reading this fanmail would be boring...
Det. Mike Logan: Yeah. *opens more* Ooh, love letter from a chick - with pictures!
Det. Alex Eames: Oh, God. *chuckles*
Det. Alex Eames: Maybe you'll want all these? *points to a few of a similar nature on her own desk*
Det. Mike Logan: I might need a reference.
Det. Mike Logan: But let's shoot your envelope down to the lab, get the processiong number for the post office that sent it.
Det. Alex Eames: *puts the envelope and letter in an evidence bag*
Det. Mike Logan: Not bad, not bad at all.
Det. Alex Eames: *nods with a little smirk*
Det. Alex Eames: Nope.