Their melody, altogether, is “I Can’t Believe You Fell in Love With Me.” He needs to get hitched, she leaves for the West Coast, he keeps on playing piano, however then: “When this intoxicated gave me a ten spot, I couldn’t get extremely energized. What was it? A bit of paper creeping with germs.”
So he catches a ride to California, getting a lift in Arizona from a man named Haskell, who educates him regarding a lady drifter who left profound scratches on his hand: “There oughta be a law against ladies with paws.” Haskell kicks the bucket of a heart assault. Al covers the body, and takes Haskell’s auto, garments, cash and distinguishing proof; he claims to have no way out, on the grounds that the police will in any occasion expect he killed the man.