"Yes, Officer?  How can I help you?"
    "I just wanted to talk to you about that bit of unpleasantness where you ran a stop sign and killed six people, Mr. Biggs.  Do you have a minute?"
    "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly discuss that.  It would be a violation of my privilege to cover up my gross criminal negligence."
    "Well, sir, I'm afraid I must insist."
    "Oh, I'm always happy to cooperate with the local constabulary when I can't find a way to wriggle out of it.  All I can say is that my brakes failed, and there's no silver bullet that could have prevented that."
    "How about a brake job, Mr. Biggs?  Wouldn't that have prevented the accident?"
    "No, there was no way I could have known that the brakes would fail.  No one regrets the incident more than I, but it wasn't my fault.  There was no silver bullet."
    The police officer scratched his head.  "Yes, I suppose if someone had shot your tires out, that might have helped.  But your ex-wife says she warned you repeatedly about your failing brakes, yet you did nothing about them."
    "Why, she never!  Are you going to believe that lying bitch?" gasped Mr. Biggs. "You can't trust anything she says.  Not only is she a liar, but she doesn't know anything about cars.  If you want an example of her poor character, just look at her choice in men!"
    "Hmm, yes.  I see your point.  She was married to you for 20 years."
    "Wait a minute," Mr. Biggs mused. "Yes!  I can prove that she's a liar.  Two years ago, before the divorce, you guys questioned me about a hit-and-run over on Parmer, and she swore that I was at home with her when it happened.  You can look it up!"
    "Well, it's not just your ex, Mr. Biggs," continued the officer. "We have a report from the garage where you last took your car."
    "Yes?"
    "That was about two years ago, and ..."
    "That's right," said Mr. Biggs. "I had to have the front fender touched up a bit.  A small dent, blood. That sort of thing.  So?"
    "The title of this report is 'Your Freakin' Brakes are Shot!  Get 'em Fixed Before You Kill Someone!' They recommended that you have your brakes fixed then, but you refused."
    "Oh, that's just descriptive, historical stuff.  It wasn't actionable."
    "Not actionable?" asked the puzzled officer.
    "There was nothing specific enough for me to act on."
    "How about the part that says, 'Your Freakin' Brakes are Shot!  Get 'em Fixed Before You Kill Someone?'"
    "I was tired of swatting flies," said Mr. Biggs. "First, it's brakes.  Then the transmission.  The next time, it's something else.  I wanted a comprehensive plan for vehicle maintenance."
    "But you spent hundreds of dollars on a stereo, chrome trim, and a fuzz buster."
    "Well, important stuff like that couldn't wait."
    "So, what became of this 'comprehensive vehicle maintenance plan?'"
    "That was my wife's responsibility, of course," said Mr. Biggs. "So, you see, it's all her fault, not mine."
    "Why your wife, sir?"
    "I was tired of swatting flies," said Mr. Biggs. "Didn't I mention that?"
    "Um, yes, you did, but I thought you said she didn't know anything about cars."
    "Well, back then, I thought she did.  Now that she's spreading lies about me, it's clear that she doesn't."
    "I'm sorry, Mr. Biggs.  I have to take you down to the station and book you for vehicular manslaughter."
    "Ah, well," said Mr. Biggs. "Can I drive?"