Actually, even if you are poor. You do not have to talk to the police ever. If the police “want you to come down to the station for some questions” you can say “Do you have a warrant? Am I under arrest?” If arrested, you just say “I want to talk to my/a lawyer”, and nothing else (well, except you name etc, but they already have that).
The people I’m talking about, however, are not “standing on their rights” or telling the police to speak to their attorney. They just have the attitude that they are too busy or important to concern themselves with such mundane matters as a criminal investigation.
And, as I’m sure has been covered already, even a day laborer in a warehouse is too important to stop tossing boxes (often clearly empty) into the back of a truck while the police try to question him.
Well, as soon as they do stop - a supervisor will be along to tell them to get back to work.
It’s more that they treat talking to a homicide detective about a murder to be as mundane as talking about the weather.
“Sure I hated da guy. I didna kill 'im, but I wished I did. Now I gotta get back ta woik!”
In real life, my parents had three neighbor kids in their home after their father/stepfather had murdered their mother/stepmother. The oldest was 14 with a paper route. The Route supervisor came by to harass him about not completing his route and collecting. My mother tried to explain the extenuating circumstances, but he was not dissuaded. My father, a very mild mannered accountant threatened to beat him if he didn’t get off the property.
The social services weren’t much better. They wanted the 12 year old to go into the house and get some clothes for them to take to foster care. The living room of the house and the stairs going to the bedrooms was covered in the poor girl’s mother’s blood. The caseworker said, it’s okay we will get a police escort because it’s crime scene still being investigated!
If you ask for a lawyer the cops will make your life a living hell until you take it back.
Nothing good ever happens in a parking garage.
When you’re chasing the bad guy along an office building rooftop, the bad guy will fall to his death, splattering pristinely on the street (see previous posts upthread), while you, the detective, can jump and land safely in a garbage truck full of soft garbage bags that don’t break open and spill rotting vegetables all over you.
Unless you’re in a comedy. Then a banana peel will inexplicably land on your head.
Also: You can pursue the bad guy(s) in a car chase through downtown city streets, across town, out into the suburbs, and into the desert/farmer’s fields/Grand Canyon, etc., at speeds up to 120 mph, for hours on end, without once ever running out of gas or blowing a tire. You (or the bad guy) will lose a wheel cover turning a corner, but the wheel cover miraculously replaces itself. Only to fly off again. And again.
In a car chase it doesn’t matter which type of car (or motorcycle) you drive, a slow car can match a sports-car for many miles.
Elwood Blues: “It’s got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it’s got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It’s a model made before catalytic converters so it’ll run good on regular gas.”
Heheh, funny thing is, in the hands of a trained driver vs. a regular schmoe: it can. Hell, back in the day even F1 drivers could be put in an awkward position by a particularly good driver in a much slower F2 car, such as Jacky Ickx did at the Nürburgring in 1967.
On top of that, a driver that had been a national autocross champ would ask the same question at each course walk through:
Nat’l champ: What are the 3 most important things on a race car?
The people who had a course walk with him before:
- Tires
- Tires
- Tires
A cop car may not be as well maintained as a race car, but it is at least maintained. Most people who are going to run from the cops haven’t done a lot of preventative maintenance on their vehicle, including maintaining a good set of tires on the car.
On the other hand, I have had a friend who was quite successful at running from the police in a very fast car - until one time it vapor locked and stalled thanks to our teenage engineering.
All medical examiners are witty.
For fun watch sabine schmidt in a van around the nurburgring.
She embarrassed jeremy clarkson who i think had a porsche?
Hehehe, I think he was in his wife’s Jaguar and she didn’t quite beat him. But she came so close (and passed much faster cars and bikes). Damn, I miss her.
They really enjoy their work too. As an ME once told me, “If you can cut up a chicken, you can cut up a human body.”
It’s not all fun and games, though. Sometimes you gotta get a javelin out of somebody’s chest.
Yep, I had a camo-colored M16 that made machine gun sounds, and cap guns that looked like very real .45s. They were the type of cap guns that took the circular plastic cap rounds in the revolving chamber that made extremely loud bangs, not the stupid paper cap ones that barely made a sound, for me.
The end piece of the M16 was bright orange, but the only obvious way to tell the cap guns were fake was the neon orange plug inside the end of the barrel, so you didn’t see it unless you were looking directly into the barrel. The other neighborhood kids and I would run around for blissful hours, playing army or cops ‘n’ robbers, shooting at each other with our realistic-looking and sounding weapons. Definitely a different time.
Different time indeed. It was normal to see kids running around with fake guns. Now it’s not normal to see kids running around at all. A fake gun will now get 10 911 calls which require a response.