near jail experience

We were in a rush to catch our train to Krakow that we crossed this empty stretch of road straight to the station. Then out of nowhere I saw a police car drive by, a stern looking policeman summoning us. Then I realised (I may only be able to keep up my fake British accent for an hour but I can definitely spell like the Brits) that we just jaywalked. I am Filipino and this is not a phenomenal surprise. If you have ever been to Manila you would have seen the ubiquitous sign of our penchant for jaywalking, 'BAWAL TUMAWID, NAKAMAMATAY,' (deadly, do not cross; thanks lala for the correction). I was with Germans and Swiss and I felt that they have disappointed my image of law abiding Europeans. Here's a transcript of our conversation with the Polish policeman who spoke a minuscule of English and his female colleague who spoke no English at all:

Policeman: Animatedly signals to us...
Me, thinking: Oh no, why are those girls just pretending that they did not see the cops (some girls in our group totally ignored the cops, this is how you avoid going to jail).
Jorg: Sorry we are tourists we did not know we can't cross. We have to go now, catch our train (shows our train tickets, I'm paraphrasing here).
Policeman: Can you show me ... snaps his fingers and looks expectantly to his female partner...
Female cop: vacuous look (perhaps she's mulling over her sad life as a cop)
Me, thinking: Oh no he wants money from us... eewww they have a hideous neon green uniform..
Jorg and the Germans: show their passports...
Policeman: aahhh... Deutscheland... ok you can go (looks like he still wants something from us)
Me, thinking: You will never get money from me but I am willing to give you a free make-over.