-What did you do with my goddamn shoes ?
-Room 1600, please.
As your attorney, l advise you to take a
hit out of the little brown bottle...
in my shaving kit.
You won't need much.
Just a... tiny taste.
Let's have it.
Ah, there it is.
- What is this shit ?
- That stuff...
makes pure mescaline
seem like ginger beer, man.
- Adrenochrome.
- Adrenochrome ? Hmm.
- [ Phone Rings ]
- [ Gasps ]
[ Rings ]
[ Quietly ]
Hello.
- Hi, Lucy. God bless.
- Hmm ?
Yeah, it's me.
Hell, no, l taught the bastard
a lesson he'll never forget.
What ? No, not dead.
But he won't be bothering
anybody for a while.
Yeah, l left him out there.
l stomped him.
l pulled all his teeth out.
[ Duke Narrating ]
l remember thinking, Jesus...
what a terrible thing to lay
on somebody with a head full of acid.
But we have a problem.
That bastard cashed a bad check
downstairs and gave you as a reference.
They'll be looking
for both of you.
Yeah, l know, Lucy, but you
can't judge a book by its cover.
Some people are
just basically rotten.
Anyway, the last thing in the world
you wanna do is call this hotel again.
- They'll trace the call,
put you behind bars.
- [ Babbling ]
No, l'm moving
to the Tropicana right away.
Hmm.
[ Babbling ]
l'll use a different name.
l'll let you know what it is.
[ Gasps ]
l gotta get off.
Probably have
this phone tapped, baby.
- Yeah, it was horrible,
but it's all over now.
- [ Banging ]
Oh, my God.
There's someone at the door.
- [ Squealing ]
- There's someone at the door.
Christ ! Hey !
No ! l'm innocent !
It was Duke !
lt was Duke !
Lucy ! Lucy !
[ Yelling ]
l love you ! l love you !
[ Screaming ]
Don't put that thing on me.
Aaaah ! Aaaah !
[ Screaming Continues,
Echoing ]
Whoo. Oh.
Well--
[ Sighs ]
That's that.
- [ Gurgling ]
- That's the last we should
be hearing from Lucy, man.
[ Exhales ]
She's probably stuffing herself
down the incinerator about now.
