To Protect and Serve. . . and help little old tourists across the street

There are eight lanes of traffic on Highland Drive zipping past the entrance to the Hollywood Bowl. Signs warn that pedestrians should not attempt to cross here. A helpful tunnel has been dug to allow pedestrians to safely cross under the street.
This morning Stan and Sosie set out for a hike to the famous Hollywood Bowl and ended up across the street from its entrance on Highland Drive. But, alas, the pedestrian tunnel was chained up tight. There are no events scheduled at the Bowl and no one would be so foolish as to walk there just to see the museum and an empty bowl. . . except for a couple of hiking Rolfsruds, of course.
Sosie and Stan were stranded. It would be at least a mile to backtrack to the legal pedestrian crossing.
A helpful, turning motorist shouted through her open window as she wheeled past, "Use the tunnel!" "It's locked," we shouted back.
Then we spotted a sheriff's deputy about to make a right hand turn in front of us. Stan stood with his palms raised, shoulders shrugged, in a "what the hell am I supposed to do now" gesture. It worked.

8 to 10 lanes of traffic flying off Hollywood Frwy.
Do not cross here.

Cops love it when they get a chance to actually serve someone who isn't drunk and disorderly or mad at them. When the officer realized what a ridiculous conundrum we faced, he just smiled and said "Hop in!" Sosie sat in front with the officer. Stan slid into the hard-surfaced perp cage in the back.
Then our deputy sheriff really got into it, flipping on his lights and siren. We went "Code 3"  and magically parted the busy Highland Drive traffic stream. "Now where too?," he asked, as we entered the Bowl parking lot. We soon found the drop off point in front of the bowl museum, but we weren't done yet.
Stan was still locked in tight, of course, and had to wait to be released from the outside by the good officer Kraupke.