A spark of fury thrown onto a sense of moral high-ground is the second best method to make good people do bad things.
I do not care what the Police say. The tickets are solid gold. And it was Jesus who gave them to me behind the KFC and told me to sell them so I could get me some money to go to outer space. I met an alien named Stevie, who said if I got the cash together he would take me and my wife on his flying saucer to his planet that is made entirely of drugs. You should arrest Jesus because he is the one that gave me the golden tickets. I am willing to wear a wire and set Jesus up.
There's a lighthouse in the middle of Russia, a white house in Red Square... I'm living in films for the sake of Russia, a kino runner for the DDR