Scotty: When a gorgeous cop comes racing out of a building on Fifth Avenue, hops in your horse-drawn carriage, and screams, "Go "--you go. You don't stop and ask for paperwork. Or a badge. Or an explanation of who you're chasing. You simply follow his shouted orders and try not to kill anyone in the process. At least, that's what I did when it happened to me. But then it turns out that the "cop" is none...