Ottawa, Ontario – Aug 27, 2026 --This one's top secret. You should keep it to yourself, and Statistics Canada. They have a report shows Thunder Bay has one-third of Canada's reported anti-Indigenous hate crimes, indicating justice gone missing in the lives of First Nations people in northwestern Ontario, since the reports are the tip of the iceberg. The City of Thunder Bay is inundated with mysterious deaths and violent acts of racism, and hate crimes against Indigenous youth keep spilling into the news (or should I say 'dribbling', since these atrocious conditions are never making a splash in Canada).
The year is 1972, the dialogue is terrific the film unfolds with twists superbly disguised, secrets spill. Sleuth a mystery thriller comes to a shocking climax as the pollen light shifts and freezes across the screen. It is mid-December and somewhere a call girl labours . . . Caleb Harrison is born. His death will form its own mystery.
(second six shots, as Yatim was no longer a threat)
Those of us who have traveled on a streetcar seldom remember our brief interactions with the strangers who stare ahead glazy eyed, waiting for their next stop. The homeless man, the laces of his shoes untied, shivering as he unwraps the elastic band off a scrumpled ball of paper. The mother who comforts an overweight child grasping a take away bag. The woman who speaks loudly into her cellphone at a supposed husband who didn't return home last night. The business man who gives away his seat and the boy attached to his ipod who pretends to sleep. The green eyed teenager of small build surrounded by police as they yell into the street in aggressive tone, "Drop the knife, Drop the knife . . . ."
One of the situations in crime investigation involves the interview process, and the news and social media services have allowed the public to become a fly on the wall in these proceedings.
The police have a problem, a missing person, and they have a strong scent of foul play, sometimes a whack in the nose with the stench of death. The police have to go through the process of interviewing a person of interest, or a suspect, or an alleged murderer.
When the trial of Mark Twitchell in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, was being prosecuted in the Criminal Court of the Queen's Bench in the Provincial Court of Alberta, the police interviews prior to his arrest made the rounds, and the public saw his behaviour after the murder and before he was charged with the first degree murder of Johnny Atlinger. It is a fact that this was a murder conducted with amazing alacrity and aplomb by a relatively unstoppable (until 'after the fact') moron, in the City of Edmonton, on Oct. 10, 2008. It was carried out in a rented garage on the south-side of Edmonton by a self-confessed Star Wars movie buff. By all appearances the so-called movie set-slash-garage was rented for murder, and murder was done under cover of atrocious film-making (atrocious in the Ed Wood sense), and a whole lot of specious plotting.
The mystifying element to the bloody atrocity was the faux double life led by the perpetrator. He is a cartoon character in real-life, setting up shows, himself as the central caricature, a role immediately present when the cops start doing the interviews, as these appear in the video-tapes. He's a performer of atrocious deeds, and is the director, the stage hand, doorman to the performance, or would most certainly do so if he thought it was contributing to the outcome of the 'something or other' that he's unempathetically doin', which was attempting one murder and doing another.
The trial is a case that began with the disappearance of Johnny Atlinger on Oct. 10, 2008. Johnny Atlinger didn't just disappear at that date because he was killed without mercy, and that's the thing that makes this trial so interesting. Police interviews of Mark Twitchell before he was arrested and charged with murder contain about six hours of video interview that comes across as conversational dialogue between a couple of guys in a room, except Mark is on curtain call.
The detectives were adept in breaking down character even when they are caricatures. This character was never in focus in Mark Twitchell's mind because of the interviewing technique and the set-up of interviews. They have a physically exhausted prime suspect who they are treating as a person of interest but they are dragging it out; the interviews are 4 hours, then 6 hours within the same 24-hour period.
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Twitchell is tired, and the detectives are leading him gently through interrogation, and Twitchell is compliant throughout the interrogations, which he is probably treating as casting calls. It is Twitchell's opportunity to lead the cops into various digressions, but not once do they show any regard for his dissembling narratives. Nor can any reasoning viewer discern an actual character in Mark Twitchell, but that is largely due to the police interrogators and their ability to keep pulling the real person back from the dissembling two dimension Twitchell pining for a role.
This trial has given Canadians an insight into the police interview techniques by allowing the evidence to be presented on video as two Edmonton Police Service homicide detectives engaged the murderer Mark Twitchell in an intensive questioning process, to which he submits without a lawyer, and does so for a lengthy examination before he breaks down and probably realizes he's a fucking idiot for not asking for a lawyer a lot sooner. At the end of these long interviews he finally asks for a lawyer.
The reader requires some background on the first degree murder charges involved here. Johnny Atlinger was lured into a garage by a woman named 'Sheena', whereas Atlinger was a person who spent a lot of time on PlentyofFish so he must have been meeting with some success. So is Mark Twitchell one such user, historically, for dates that included a date that led to a miserable marriage, and within the time-frame of the murder, for victims. Mark Twitchell's wife Jess was found on Plenty of Fish. So is the girlfriend of Mark Twitchell, Traci, and she's also a Facebook user, as are they all. Aren't we all?
The interviews of Oct 20, 2008, took place before the police gathered the evidence that pointed to Mark Twitchell, including DNA evidence found on butchery tools in his possession in the rental property he frequented for the purpose of making films. "You're there on the 10th. Is that the day you're trying to clean up all the corn syrup and stuff?" (Gag scene.)
"And on the tenth when are ya there?"
"Some time between three and five and five-thirty," says Twitchell.
That's the crime scene the detective is trying to zero in on, the Friday afternoon or early evening when Johnny Atlinger's disappearance is practically immediately discerned.
The two detectives spent those hours under close scrutiny of their own cameras with a primary suspect in a perplexing disappearance. It's not a stretch to suggest that the disappearance was more perplexing than it might normally be simply because the disappeared was a person of interest in his own right, as a sexual predator.
