Let's see a little more. All right. Planned to throw a party. He brought the hefty supply of bootleg booze. According to a witnesse, Arbuckle ran down three or more gin and orange wine drinks together when he pulled into one of the adjoining rooms. I've waited for you five years. I've got you now. Scroll down. Within an hour, she claimed to hear screaming enter the room. He opened the door clad in pajamas, wearing Virginia's hat. I am dying. Oh, Raph was on the bed and painted. I'm dying. I'm dying. He did it. The hotel doctor and nurse were called. They moved right to another room to rest for a few days. She had a ruptured urinary bladder, so I guess we're trying to find out how that. So it sounds like her agent, the woman who died's agent, made the story worse by claiming Arbuckle used a piece of ice to rip her. So I don't know if it was just an attorney saying this or whether that's actually what happened. So a piece of ice? Yeah. And, like, jammed it up there.