Inside the ambulance, it had only taken the orderly riding in the back about three minutes after they'd hit the road before he got tired of listening to the patient's insistence that he wasn't H.M. Murdock. They'd strapped the highly-agitated man into a straight-jacket before tying him down to the gurney but that had just made his protests louder and more aggressive.
"Alright Mr. Murdock. This will make you feel nice and calm." Bill the orderly soothed, filling a syringe with a sedative.
Face's eyes went wide at the sight of the needle. He couldn't escape or even sort out the mistaken identity if he was unconscious.
"I'm not Murdock," Face was yelling now, struggling against the restraints. "Murdock is my client! My name is William Sutherland the III. I'm an attorney and I'm going to sue you for all you're worth. I'll have you fired! I'll have your friends fired!"
Curt pulled the needle out of the bottle and set the syringe down on a tray.
Seeing his threats were having no effect on the man, Face took a deep breath and tried changing tactics. "Ok, look. Can't we talk this over? I know I got a little wound up but how would you feel if you were in a meeting and demonstrating your client's psychoses, which is what I was doing, by the way. You don't think a respected attorney would be acting like an ape, jumping around on the furniture for no reason, do you?" Face scoffed as if the very idea were ridiculous. As he talked, the hand-shaped lumps stuck at his sides in the strait jacket kept moving for emphasis.
"There I was, demonstrating a client's very serious condition, when you guys come in and take me away, treating me like I'm some sort of, of a," Face was distracted from his train of thought as the orderly pushed his head to the side and swabbed his neck with an alcohol wipe. "Oh, come on! You don't need to do that! I'm not a mental patient!" Face insisted. "I can understand your confusion but you don't seem to even be listening to me. I am NOT Murdock! There's a card in my wallet - if you'll just call my boss, he'll tell you. Please?"
Curt considered the guy on the gurney. 'What the hell? Might as well make sure.' he thought to himself as he picked up the leather flight jacket and started searching the pockets.
"Oh. Uh, listen, you're not going to believe this but...that's not my jacket." Face explained.
All Curt the orderly had been able to find in the jacket was a single business card. He looked at it and then fixed Face with a calm stare as he turned the card around and held it up for Face so he could read it. One line was printed on the card in fancy, italic script. It read:
Hunkman: Lover of Ladies, I'm no Longer Crazies
"Oh, no." Face groaned.
"Hold still now, Mr. Murdock. This will all be over in a pinch."
Face glared as the orderly laughed at his own joke, tapped the needle to remove any air bubbles and injected him with the sedative. As Face succumbed to the drug, the realization that the guys were not going to rescue him in time, if at all, flashed through his mind. If he ever saw Murdock again, he was definitely going to kill him.