Tommy: Can you hear me? Can you understand? That native bloke which I sent over here that night, obviously got into the wrong room.
Macy: I... I want to die.
Tommy: Oh, yes. Well, you'll die all right, young gentleman. Have no fear of that. You will die. It's just that, I regret what happened. The mistake, I mean. I distinctly told that native bloke which room it was. But there's that language difficulty, you know. Mistakes will happen, you know. Nobody's fault, really. But I'm truly sorry for what happened, if that does any good. Truly sorry. Well, I've got to be off now. But I did want to pay my respects. You might comfort yourself, young gentleman, it won't last much longer. Really it won't. Not much longer at all. Bye-bye.