American TV series Detective's Daily Life

“Speak of the devil and the devil comes.”

While everyone was talking outside the court, a red Porsche 911 drove up. Chandler immediately noticed that he taunted Harrison Pwell, who was in a suit and tie, as he got out of the car: "Hey, this time. I have a secretary, and finally someone is doing the right thing~"

But a young woman in a business suit got out of the passenger seat, holding documents. It looked like she was doing secretarial work.

"Harrison, the confession is on my desk. You'd better think about it again."

the bald prosecutor reminded.

That’s right!

The plea bargain is back.

The ubiquitous revolving door in the world of American TV series is also exposed by the title. Although the bald prosecutor regards Harrison Pwell as an evil devil, in fact they are acquaintances and their personal relationship is not bad.

Prosecutors and lawyers can transform into each other.

Many well-known lawyers start out as prosecutors because they can quickly develop connections in the court and prosecutorial systems. These connections will play a decisive role when they leave and become lawyers working for wealthy people.

When a lawyer becomes famous, he will have the opportunity to change his profession and become a judge.

The real thing is that the plaintiff, the defendant, and the referee are all my people. How can you fight with me?

"What do you think?"

Harrison Pwell looked at Chuck teasingly.

"I think you should accept it."

Chuck said calmly.

"hehe."

Harrison Pwell smiled and looked askance at the bald prosecutor: "I also give you a choice, which is to abandon the case, apologize to my client, and save the taxpayers some money. This condition is very cost-effective, Charlie. "

After saying this, he stretched out his index and middle fingers to point at his eyes, with a face full of joking: "I swear that everything I tell you is the truth. I'll see you inside."

"Too arrogant."

Jane said angrily: "Chuck, you must teach him a lesson!"

When testifying and defending in court, you must swear to tell the truth. It is illegal to tell lies. The other party is obviously lying, but he can use the guise of the law and say sarcastically that he will strictly abide by the legal requirement of telling the truth. This is so infuriating.

"Lessons are made, not spoken."

Chuck deadpanned.

"ah!!!"

Jane yelled frantically and walked in first on her high heels.

"What's up with her?"

Director Randy Tischer looked at Jane's leaving back inexplicably.

"Maybe because I didn't sleep last night."

Chandler shrugged.

"Why didn't you sleep all night?"

Chief Randy Tischer asked confused: "Is it because of today's court hearing?"

"Are you serious?"

Chandler looked at Randy, who looked dumbfounded, and complained, "You don't even know this?"

"What do I know?"

Director Randy Tischer became more and more confused: "Is this some big news? I went to bed very early. You know that when people reach middle age, they often feel a little out of their depth."

"...How do I know this?"

Chandler paused, then laughed at himself and joked: "Well, I am also middle-aged... It would be great if everyone was like you. It's a pity that some people didn't have a chance to sleep last night. Old friends, 50% off , you have to charge even if you die, not to mention if you look at Chuck like this, he won’t be the one who dies...he is invincible even in a single fight with a group!"

"oh."

It dawned on Chief Randy Tischer.

"You still don't understand, do you?"

Chandler saw right through him.

Chief Randy Tischer smiled wryly.

Chandler shook his head and hugged him inside.

The court is in session.

Chief Randy Tischer took the witness stand first, and the bald prosecutor began to present the case through questions in front of the jury: "Chief Randy Tischer, can you describe to the jury what happened on March 28?" Something about that?”

"OK."

Director Randy Tischer nodded: "At eight o'clock in the morning on March 28, we received a call saying that someone had died unnaturally, and the housekeeper found the body..."

After recounting the development of the case, the bald prosecutor asked again: "Director, when did you first suspect Evan Gold of killing his wife?"

"As soon as we arrived at the scene."

Chief Randy Tischer told the truth: "After all, everyone knows that most of the suspects in wife murder cases are husbands."

Seeing the bald prosecutor wink at him, he paused: "Of course, Dr. Chuck Wolf came over later and verified the correctness of this common sense through various reasoning discoveries..."

"Thank you, Director."

After the bald prosecutor finished asking, he motioned for Harrison Pwell to step forward and ask: "Defense lawyer, it's your turn to ask."

Harrison Pwell stood up, buttoned up his custom-made suit, and stated the facts immediately: "This is a really good story, Director Randy Tischer, I won't take up too much time, I only have a few Question, is your consultant, Dr. Chuck Wolf, a trained psychologist?"

"No, but he's smarter than any psychologist I've ever met!"

Speaking of this, Chief Randy Tischer said with admiration: "In terms of handling cases, I think only Detective Amon can compete with him, and in other fields, no one is smarter than him."

"So he's not a trained psychologist!"

Harrison Pwell interrupted: "You just say yes or no?"

"……He is not."

Chief Randy Tischer frowned and told the truth.

"very good."

Harrison Pwell said with a smile: "So before there is any evidence, you put the target of suspicion on my client based on the inherent impression that the husband killed his wife, and then asked a consultant who has an open conflict with my client to speculate. My client’s ‘crime story’?”

"That is just a very reasonable and normal speculation, and we have obtained solid evidence from the speculation."

Randy Tischer said.

"We'll talk about your so-called 'evidence' later."

When Harrison Pwell talked about the evidence, he made double quotation marks with his hands: "Let's go back to the question just now. You said that is a very normal and reasonable speculation? Because you have so-called 'common sense'?"

"yes."

Director Randy Tischer nodded.

"Well, come and tell us what happened to the injuries on your hands?"

Harrison Pwell's eyes fell on Director Randy Tischer's hands, which were still wrapped in gauze.

"good!"

Director Randy Tischer immediately proudly said that he personally verified Chuck's deduction.

"ok."

Harrison Pwell interrupted Chief Randy Tischer, who was still talking, and looked around the judge and jury: "So it can be used to see, but you have to try it with your hands, and with both hands, your' This is where common sense comes from?"

Already some in the jury were laughing.

The bald prosecutor directly held his forehead. The jury's laughter and weird look had obviously been guided by Harrison Pwell...well, he was guided to discover that Chief Randy Tischer was a naturally stupid person. The fact of the goods.

This is not good!

Very bad!

For ordinary witnesses, this may be no problem, and it may even win the trust of the jury and the judge, thinking that this is a very honest and honest person.

But for a police chief who leads criminal cases, this kind of honesty is not a bonus, but will only make the judge and jury doubt his ability, and then substantiate Harrison Pwell's statement in disguise.

"Did I verify it correctly?"

Director Randy Tischer still didn’t know what was going on and asked straightforwardly: “Many things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. If we can see it with our eyes and use it as evidence, then what are we doing now? I have personally verified everything. Possibility, is this bad?”

The jury laughed.

The jury system in American TV series is drawn randomly, which is a duty that citizens must fulfill, so the people on the jury are all ordinary people.

Their perspective on things is not professional, but quite amateurish. What they want is to judge guilt and innocence from the perspective of ordinary people.

But this also brought about a problem. Without training, it was naturally impossible for them not to laugh when faced with a natural fool like Director Randy Tischer.

Now being asked this question by Director Randy Tischer, I suddenly felt a little bit like "I am the clown", and I couldn't help but laugh.

yes!

Chief Randy Tischer used his hands to bleed to verify that the glass hole couldn't fit through an adult's hands, it looked stupid!

But in the world of American TV dramas where the law thrives, a word-picking lawyer can really get into a situation where you can only hold out one hand to try and prove it with two hands.

"Okay, let's get back to business."

Harrison Pwell interrupted: "How did Dr. Chuck Wolf guess where the fight was?"

"Fighting location?"

Chief Randy Tischer was stunned.

"right."

Harrison Pwell laughed: "How did he know the fight was there and not in, say, the foyer?"

"Well."

Chief Randy Tischer was stunned.

Harrison Pwell raised the corner of his mouth and asked: "Chief Randy Tischer, were you at the scene when the fight broke out?"

"No."

Chief Randy Tischer shook his head.

"And was your advisor, Dr. Chuck Wolfe, on site?"

Harrison Pwell laughed.

"No."

Director Randy Tischer felt something was wrong. He glanced at the bald prosecutor with a helpless expression and could only tell the truth.

"So, Chief Randy Tischer, is there a possibility that the fight actually happened in the foyer or something like that?"

Harrison Pwell stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, it's possible."

Chief Randy Tischer pursed his lips and told the truth.

"Very well, I've finished my questions."

Harrison Pwell turned around and went back: "We can move on to the next step."

This is also the most commonly used routine in court trials. Keep questioning, even if you know that this possibility is almost impossible, but as long as the other party is not 100% sure, then you can only answer according to his ideas, and give the jury members who are just passers-by There is an illusion that the police and prosecutors are probably mistaken.

But the fact is that the only certain thing in this world is uncertainty!

Nothing can be 100% certain!

Outside the court.

The three Chucks are waiting to testify in court.

"So, a rough night huh?"

Chandler endured it for a long time, but he didn't like this kind of silence after all, so he started teasing again: "Monica didn't come back last night..."

Under Jane's dark glare, she choked on the rest of her words. She didn't dare to continue. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Chuck, who was sitting in the middle with a calm expression. She couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Jane bent over and lowered her head, inserted her hands into her hair, and fell into deep regret.

Yesterday, when facing Monica, although she was embarrassed at first, she still felt that Monica was a normal person. So when she faced Monica later, her attitude changed drastically after Chuck said those words. Jane felt that she understood Monica. Ka wanted to crazily involute and lower the bottom line to force her back.

But is she the kind of person who fears involution?

So she also rolled up the scalp.

But before she could react, Monica came right up and took action, more importantly, not to Chuck but to her... She was scared away.

After leaving the apartment and returning to her car, she drove for a while and was blown away by the cold wind. She began to wonder again whether she had been fooled by Monica's extreme pressure.

How can any normal person change so much from before to after?

right!

Love rival Monica must be playing psychological tactics with her, similar to a coward's game, whoever gives in first loses!

She wanted to understand. Instead of going back to her apartment, she drove the car directly into the mountainside villa. She wanted to see who was the coward. She was absolutely sure that the one who gave in in the end was Monica!

Then, there was no more... The clown turned out to be herself. It was a pity that she was forced to go to the end of the mountain at that time, and faced with an arrow on the string, she could only wail and wail: "If I had known she was coming, I wouldn't have come."

"Out."

At this time, the court door opened and Chief Randy Tischer came out. Chandler asked, "How was it?"

"Not bad...at first."

Director Randy Tischer nodded, and then changed his voice: "Dr. Wolf, it's up to you."

"Um."

Chuck nodded and stood up, walking towards the court.

in court.

"...So I conclude that Evan Gold had a motive, a means of killing, and a time to kill."

Facing the bald prosecutor's questions, Chuck explained the facts of the case unhurriedly.

"I don't have a problem anymore."

"Dr. Wolf, on behalf of the people of New Jersey, I want to thank you for sharing your perspective with us," the bald prosecutor said.

“That’s not an opinion, that’s a fact.”

Chuck said bluntly.

"Defense counsel, it's your turn."

The bald prosecutor walked back and motioned for Harrison Pwell to come forward.

"Dr. Wolf, first of all, I would also like to thank you for sharing your so-called 'truth' with us."

Harrison Pwell once again stretched out his index and middle fingers to make quotation marks, and smiled: "If you don't mind, I would like to take a moment to review your testimony."

"It only takes a moment to reorganize every line of testimony?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"……What?"

Harrison Pwell's smile faltered.

"Aren't you going to reorganize all my testimony and miss every word?"

Chuck looked at him: "This is not a moment of your mouth. Are you sure you will fulfill your oath in court and tell the truth?"

The judge and jury looked over.

The bald prosecutor's eyes lit up.

"Oh I see."

Harrison Pwell was caught off guard for a second when Chuck saw through his subsequent thoughts and words. However, he is known as the number one criminal lawyer on the East Coast. He adjusted his mentality instantly and changed the subject with a smile: " This is what you call deduction..."

After saying this, he looked around at the jury members, opened his hands and joked: "Or should I say mind reading?"

"It's logical deduction and micro-expression analysis."

Chuck corrected.

"Micro-expression analysis?"

Harrison Pwell sneered: "Then it's still mind reading, but in fact, whether it's mind reading or micro-expression analysis, it's just based on mental guessing. If you were asked to guess the color of my socks, you wouldn't. How much better than a psychic!"

"It's really just a guess."

Chuck nodded: "But as long as your brain power is strong enough, micro-expression analysis is far more effective than machine lie detection, and it is not much worse than the so-called mind reading. As for your socks, they are charcoal gray."

Harrison Pwell, who was scoffing, smiled, faced everyone's gaze, stretched out his legs, pulled up his pants, revealing his charcoal gray socks, and laughed at himself: "Let's take a look, you are pretty good at guessing." Accurate, or my observation skills are pretty good, but I still want to say, hey! Don’t stare at my lower body!”

As soon as this was said, many people laughed out loud.

"You match the color of your socks to your suit to show off your height."

Chuck said calmly: "You also wear inner height increasers and the soles of your shoes have been changed. Others think you are very frugal. You may also be using the slogan of environmental protection, but the fact is that you have encountered a financial crisis. The Rolex you are wearing is It’s a fake, because you pawned the real one to pay off your debt, and you lost it by betting on the horse race!”

Harrison Pwell, who had always been so at ease, could no longer hold back his smile. He looked at Chuck in confusion for several seconds, completely losing the domineering attitude of being able to respond immediately and boldly when encountering any obstacles at the beginning.