Oh, I have MANY Burbank Cops stories. I’m even writing a short story about them hoping to get it printed in LA Weekly. Here’s a good one:
After a shouting match with a former employer in Burbank, CA, Police came, spent over 90 minutes trying to figure out where the shouting came from. (Apparently, a person new to this country called saying they thought “a terroristic threat” was happening in our building. Those were the words used on the report.) Finally, they came to my office, I explained that the argument was over.
They asked me to step outside. I explained that the argument was over again. It’s just business. They told me that when I initially left the building during the argument, I had broken an exit door. I explained that door was broken for some time. They told me to take a walk and cool down, seeing that I was “acting anxious.” Well, I actually WANTED to get back to work.
I took a walk, about ten minutes and turned back to the office. One of the cops pulls up in his car, lights on. He slowly explains to me that due to the door damage, and due to my excitement, they wanted me to talk to a doctor for “just a few minutes”, or charge me with vandalism. I explained that vandalism is premeditated, so that’s not a possibility. The cop cuffed me.
We picked up his partner (female) and drove me all the way to Sylmar, CA to Olive View Medical Center. On the way, the female officer kept asking about suicide. I told her, “I’m planning to live to be 110, so no I won’t commit suicide.”
I should have stopped there. But, dumb me had to add, “Suicide shouldn’t be considered a crime.” That’s all they needed. When we arrived at the hospital, they filled out the paperwork, took me to a room filled with attempted suiciders, meth-heads, HIV-ridden people and explained that I was on a suicide watch. I freaked!!!
I demanded to know how they came to this conclusion. The female officer wrote in her report, “During my conversation with the alleged perp, he told me 'there’s nothing wrong with suicide.”
She lied. Now, to recap, it took them 90 minutes in a two-story office building to locate me, a complaint from a foreigner (NOT a citizen) whose English was quite bad, and a broken door. They were against the wall.
I was shipped off to Gateway Hospital for four days (five total incarcerated in hospitals) until the Gateway staff had “observed” me enough to determine that I was not suicidal. My in-hospital hearing came, and I was released. The judge at the hospital was very confused as to how I was deemed suicidal. I related the above story to her.
She said, “Yeah, they’ll do that in Burbank.” !!! (Then why the fuck did it take five days to release me?)
Hold on, not done yet. I get home, of course, I’m fired (good riddance) and I open my mail. Remember when the cops gave me the choice between vandalism or doctor?
The hospital told me I could not be charged, but in the mail, I’ve got a subpoena from the Prosecutor of Burbank, CA, CHARGING ME WITH VANDALISM!
I had to get a lawyer. LA county prosecutors told me they couldn’t do that, but Burbank has its own way.
Gateway Hospital will be another rant showing how mental health care in the US is absolute bullshit, but as far as the cops in Burbank go, shut your mouth, let them take you in if necessary, and ask for a lawyer. No statements EVER!
As a DA in an infamous county, he saw plenty of cases fucked up by dumb or bad cops, and he rarely trusts them. Having said that, I would never, ever, mouth off to a cop during a ticket, arrest or whatever. That is NOT the time to argue, unless you want to see yourself on YouTube as a tutorial on police brutality. 
Friendly, polite and helpful, to a point.