“I’m not going to hurt you,” Art says. “Don’t scream.” He slowly takes his hand off her mouth. She turns and slaps him across the face, then says, “I’m calling the police.” “I am the police.” “I’m calling the real police.” She walks to her phone and starts to dial. He says, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a . . .” She puts the phone down. “That’s better.” “What do you want?” “I want you to see something.” “You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that.”
