RoseMontague
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You will need to explain why you think that the crumbled rock refutes a staged break-in.
Yes, this is definitely a Captain Amanda on the crumbled rock, it actually looks like a rock thrown through a window that clipped the bag and hit the floor. A really nice staging on that one. But a Hapless Amanda not to at least take something of Filomena's and dump it with their bloody clothes, if she is so smart with these tiny details why wouldn't she think the cops might find it odd that nothing was taken after the room was broken into? And the glass on top of the clothes, pretty dumb to think the cops might not find that strange, and then to point out to them the room looked like someone had trashed the room and nothing was taken. And if the room was trashed and the glass is on top of the clothes, then that would mean it was trashed before the room was broken into. Yes, that one is pretty stupid. It almost sounds like she has no clue how the room got that way, but maybe she just forgot she staged it.
Of course, it could be that the rock came through the window and landed exactly there and glass landed on top of stuff that was already there, but that would be too easy.
BTW, I just can't resist posting steamtray's Captain Amanda one more time.
Yes. And the Massei Court’s narrative of the case requires that we accept two entirely distinct Amandas.
The first, Captain Amanda, is the mastermind, who thinks of everything. She knows how to stage break-ins to disguise the real motive of her vicious attack. She is brutal and cunning and she thinks ahead. She plies Raphaelle with that well-known toxic combination of marijuana and comic books to get him heated and aggressive. She packs a murder weapon in her oversized bag. At the murder scene she moves glass around, takes rocks from the outside and moves them inside, lays down towels to cover footprints, even scrubs the house clean of her and Raffaele’s DNA while cleverly leaving traces of Guede everywhere. Brilliant thinking, to set up the black guy. She even has the foresight to call Meredith’s phone to make sure it had not been discovered. She simply thinks of everything, because that’s what a ringleader does. She is prepared, chillingly competent, and thorough.
But then, once the crime is discovered, she suddenly and inexplicably morphs into Hapless Amanda. This girl can’t do anything right and doesn’t have a clue how to protect herself. While everyone else is lawyering up, she hangs around trying to help. Her every move makes her look guilty. She talks when she shouldn’t, eats pizza instead of attending memorials, smiles at the wrong times and just doesn’t get it that in order to look innocent you have to grieve properly. She even does “cartwheels” right in front of the police. In fact, she’s so dumb that under questioning she forgets that she set up Guede, and implicates her boss instead. She can’t even figure out how to dress for court. Somehow, some way, the shrewd, ruthless killer who persuaded a six-day old boyfriend and a virtual stranger to join her in a complex ritual sex crime, now can’t tie her own shoes.
It’s such an incredible story because….well, because it’s such an incredible story.