-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.