 I phoned police headquarters and they sent a radio car to pick me up. In five minutes, I was sitting in the back seat with Sergeant Skalski while the driver ripped up the streets at 70 miles an hour. If there's anything I can't stand, Randy, it's Bob. How much time you got, Sergeant? 8.55. And me off duty 20 minutes ago. I was getting a ride home when the call came through. Oh, there she is. You can stop here. Okay. Come on. I don't mind telling you, Randy, I'm scared.