American TV series Detective's Daily Life

NYPD 99th Precinct.

Edward Auster was brought into the interrogation room, looking disdainful and silent, waiting for his lawyer to arrive.

Detectives Shenfan and Amy Santiago played the classic good cop and bad cop in red and white faces, but it had no effect at all.

This pisses off Detective Amy Santiago, who plays the bad cop.

Outside.

In front of a one-way glass mirror.

The branch chief, Chuck, a bald middle-aged white man in a suit and tie, and a tall African-American man in a suit and tie stood there and watched the interrogation inside.

"useless."

The balding middle-aged white man shook his head: "It's impossible for someone like him to cooperate, who is familiar with the operation of the law."

If you confess, you will be given leniency, if you go to jail, if you resist, you will be given stricter punishment, and if you go home to celebrate the New Year, in the world of American dramas, even the simplest novices don’t know this truth. Anyone who has criminal intent has done their homework beforehand, or has committed a crime. All veterans know this.

Not to mention having his own private lawyer, who was specifically responsible for this. He didn't even have to open his mouth. One after another he committed a heinous crime, and under the eloquence of the barrister, he was acquitted. He escaped the blame by relying on his ability. , how could you choose to cooperate?

“It’s not often you’re prosecuted for practicing medicine while drunk, let alone a famous doctor like Edward Auster.”

The tall African-American is younger and looks like an assistant.

"Stone, not even with all that testimony?"

The branch chief frowned.

"When it comes to court, his defense attorneys will do their best to make these testimonies less effective."

The balding middle-aged white man is the famous New York District Attorney, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone, and the African-American is his prosecutor assistant.

“There are always more solutions than difficulties.”

Chuck looked at Ben Stone expressionlessly: "As long as your thoughts don't slip."

"You think we're making excuses because of Edward Auster's status?"

The African-American assistant prosecutor looked at Chuck dissatisfied.

"If you were an ordinary person and had evidence like this, what would you do?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"..."

The African-American assistant prosecutor suddenly choked.

If it were an ordinary person, with such a wealth of witness testimony, he would have been directly arrested and prosecuted long ago, how could he still hesitate until now.

Their prosecutors claim to be impartial, but in this judicial system, what they rely on is definitely not simply how the law should be. It has to be swayed by the winning rate and the pressure of public opinion.

Once prosecuted, you must win the case as much as possible, otherwise you would rather not prosecute, or directly exchange the lightest charge for the other party to plead guilty to resolve this troublesome matter.

Therefore, even if they consciously follow the law in everything and are defending the dignity of the law, they have unconsciously brought out the artistic tone of compromise and transaction in their daily actions.

Facing ordinary people, strike hard without hesitation.

When facing a celebrity, one should think before and after, not thinking about victory before thinking about defeat. Even if there is sufficient evidence, he still hesitates just in case he cannot win completely.

"Dr. Wolfe is right!"

The bald Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone, not only did not get angry because of Chuck's words, but after looking at Chuck for a while, he nodded in approval: "Formal prosecution!"

"good!"

Seeing that the boss had made a decision, the African-American assistant no longer mentioned the difficulties involved, but began to think carefully about how to win the lawsuit.

"He was ranked first in his class at Harvard Medical School! He did an internship at Massachusetts General Hospital, wrote the authoritative book on cardiology, won the Lasker Medical Research Award, and published 175 papers..."

At this time, a lawyer in a suit walked over quickly and caught a glimpse of Chuck and the others. He did not enter the interrogation room immediately, but came directly towards them. He looked at the bald executive prosecutor Ben Stone and raised his finger. Let’s start counting what the name Dr. Edward Auster represents.

"Can he fly between the tall buildings in New York?"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone quipped coldly.

"Mr. Stone, in my opinion, Spider-Man is just the imagination of people who have nothing to do all day long, and Dr. Edward Auster is the real hero!"

Edward Auster's defense lawyer looked around the crowd with sharp eyes: "He is different from the scum you usually prosecute. He saves people faster than they kill people! So now I ask you not to Wrong way to look at this!"

"The negligent failure to foresee the fatal danger to Susan Wardricki is manslaughter!"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone directly stated what kind of person he thinks Dr. Edward Oster is now, and how he will prosecute next: "Knowing that there is danger, and still administering drugs, that is a second-degree illegal act. Premeditated murder!”

"Then we'll have to meet in court, Stone."

When Edward Auster's defense lawyer saw what Ben Stone said, he knew that this matter could not be reduced to a big deal. Without saying a word, he pushed the door in and took Detective Shennuo and Detective Amy Santiago away. He rushed out and talked to his client alone.

After a while, Dr. Edward Oster, accompanied by the defense lawyer, came out. When he saw everyone, he immediately looked angry.

"All doctors in this country have to worry about being dragged into court by garbage lawyers. While trying to save people, they also have to worry about the defendant's improper treatment. Now even the prosecutor is here to point fingers..."

"When I saw you, I was so angry that I was shaking all over. I was sweating all over my body on a hot day, and my hands and feet were cold. Can this society get better? What do we doctors need to do to satisfy you? Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily. The system is full of problems everywhere. Sexual oppression, when will we doctors stand up?"

Chuck interrupted directly and said this seriously.

"..."

Everyone was stunned.

The annoyed detective looked at Dr. Edward Auster, who was originally pointing his finger at the prosecutor. Hearing this, he pointed his finger directly at Chuck. His fingers and body really trembled, and he almost collapsed, and was beaten by his partner Ai. Detective M. Santiago covered his laughing mouth.

Detective Amy Santiago covered her partner's mouth while forcing herself to endure it.

Chuck's inexplicable words seemed to be to defend Dr. Edward Auster, but when Chuck said them seriously, the feeling completely took effect.

After witnessing extreme cruelty and darkness one day, her suppressed emotions finally relaxed a little.

"you!"

Dr. Edward Auster was furious.

"Edward, stop talking."

At first, the defense lawyer subconsciously smacked Chuck's words. He thought they were very good. If he went to court and said such words to the jury, it would definitely be very contagious without using a sarcastic tone, but Seeing his client being so angry, he secretly thought it was a pity that the client would not want to hear such words again, so he quickly grabbed the client who was shaking non-stop.

“Why would doctors worry about being dragged into court?”

Chuck looked at the shivering Dr. Edward Oster expressionlessly: "Leave aside those bastards who deliberately make medical trouble, it's because even so-called famous doctors like you don't do anything and practice medicine under the influence of alcohol. There will be nothing." Seriously ill patients have been put to death, more than once, setting the worst example! If there is no supervision, are you prepared to directly become God and decide life and death?"

"Again, doctors are not magicians!"

Dr. Edward Oster glared at Chuck: "When a doctor practices medicine, it is inevitable that the patient will die!"

"We are talking about a death caused by alcoholism and medical practice, not an accident or a situation that cannot be saved."

Chuck said bluntly: "Don't secretly change your concepts and mix things up. You may be a so-called famous doctor, but you are yourself first and foremost and cannot represent the group of doctors!"

"Edward, let's not talk anymore!"

The defense lawyer supported his client, who was still shaking, and then said to his real opponent, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone: "Listen, Stone, you will never win this case. You should know this very well, but Going to court would damage Dr. Oster's reputation, so let it go."

"As Dr. Wolf said, for any ordinary person, with such conclusive human and material evidence, the outcome has already been doomed."

Ben Stone's eyes with a sense of justice looked at the defense lawyer: "Dr. Auster may not be an ordinary person, but I believe the jury will give a fair trial."

"You lose!"

The defense lawyer said nothing and dragged Dr. Edward Auster away.

"Did we win?"

Detective Amy Santiago looked at the defense lawyer leaving with confidence and was a little worried.

"I'll do my best, but the final outcome will still depend on the jury."

Ben Stone, the executive assistant prosecutor in charge of the case, sighed, and then looked at Chuck: "Dr. Wolfe, I need to trouble you more about this case. Try to find as many key evidences as possible. Increase our chances of winning.”

"no problem."

Chuck agreed.

Seeing that Edward Auster had just said with unusual indifference that "when doctors practice medicine, patients will inevitably die", he was ready to increase his support and must win this lawsuit.

Dr. House also said similar things, but Chuck could tell that Dr. House's indifference was neutral, while Edward Auster's indifference was the kind of cold-bloodedness that regarded human life as nothing, and was no longer a professional requirement. The neutrality can be explained.

This kind of news that could be reported without involving top national secrets quickly attracted the attention of countless media.

For a time, the public opinion was boiling, and everyone was a fan of melon.

After hearing this, most people felt chills running down their spines and launched accusations against the so-called famous doctors, mainly the medical community.

All kinds of American mockery of hell jokes that are most likely experienced personally are popping up on the Internet.

But unfortunately, although this kind of voice is mainstream, it is not included in the mainstream media.

Mainstream media, including the New York Times, claim to be neutral and objective, but you can tell where they stand just by looking at the people they interview.

One famous doctor after another was interviewed to express support for Dr. Edward Auster.

In their mouths, Dr. Edward Oster is simply a combination of a humanitarian Nobel Prize winner and Einstein, a perfect example of achievement and virtue!

"We will go to court tomorrow, and Dr. Wolfe also found some more evidence for us."

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone sat in his office chair, looking at the pile of documents on his desk. He took off the glasses he used to read the documents and kept rubbing his head.

"But this situation doesn't look good."

"It's mainly public opinion!"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant frowned: "The media does not express the true voice of the public."

"no way."

Ben Stone sighed: "The general public does not hold shares in those media and is responsible for paying those reporters, but the people Edward Auster knows do!"

"Are you sure about tomorrow?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant looked at his boss.

"I have no idea."

Ben Stone shook his head.

"Once we lose the lawsuit, we will definitely be drowned in the spit of public opinion."

The African-American prosecutor's assistant smiled bitterly.

At this moment, the phone rang. After Ben Stone picked it up and connected it, he nodded and said, "Okay, we'll be right back!"

"who?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant asked curiously.

"Dr. Wolfe!"

Ben Stone stood up, picked up his coat and put it on, and greeted: "He let us pass."

"Where to go?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant also quickly picked up his coat and followed.

"court!"

Ben Stone's explaining voice came from the front.

"court?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant chased after him, looking confused.

It's night, where's the court?

But after arriving, he understood.

“Welcome to Moot Court!”

In a room set up as a small courtroom, a handsome man in a suit sat in the judge's seat and smiled at the two people who came in: "I am Judge Harvey Spector!"

"Do you know each other?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant looked at Chuck standing there.

Of course he knows the famous Suits lawyer Harvey Specter, but he is just curious about whether Chuck and this guy have such a good relationship?

Those who can come here at this time are all trustworthy people.

"He volunteered to help."

Chuck didn't say much and simply explained: "If there are no objections, let's simulate the court hearing tomorrow."

"permit!"

Harvey, a man in a suit, banged his gavel. After being serious, he immediately laughed out loud: "In the past, whether in school or in a law firm, even though I was invincible in every moot court, I always wanted to be a It was a judge’s request once, and this time I finally got my wish.”

Law students or lawyers from big law firms will regularly organize moot courts to give newcomers a chance to practice.

The mock court is as close to a real trial as possible, and if possible, actors will even be hired to play auxiliary roles, including witnesses.

"good."

Since Ben Stone chose to come here, he naturally agreed to do this.

The African-American assistant prosecutor obeyed everything the boss said. When the boss nodded, he subconsciously walked to the prosecutor's seat, and then he saw a figure already sitting there steadily.

"Are you mistaken?"

"He's right!"

After Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone was stunned for a moment, he went directly to the defendant's seat and sat down, explaining: "No one is more suitable to simulate the defendant than us. After all, we have handled this case throughout the whole process. We are the most familiar with it, and Edward ·Oster’s defense lawyer is also an ‘old friend’ of ours.”

The African-American assistant prosecutor took another look at Chuck, who was sitting calmly in their seat. He felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to ask again, 'Can he imitate our prosecutor well? ’, but the words came to my mouth but I really couldn’t say them.

He also understands the magic of Detective Chuck, so it’s better not to humiliate himself.