Madison took the drink from The Doc and downed it in one go before belching really loudly.
THE DOC: Impressive.
MADISON: Thanks. Although it tastes like you put Rohypnol in….
Madison hit the floor. He had indeed put Rohypnol in her drink.
She awoke some time later only to find that she had been tied to a table down in the basement and that The Doc was coming at her with a rather large drill…so to speak. Just as he was about to plunge his large tool into her skull the doorbell rang and saved Madison from a gruesome fate. The Doc went to answer.
Madison screamed for help.
MADISON: Help.
No…I said Madison screamed for help.
MADISON: Help.
Suit yourself, you obviously want to die.
The Doc returned and didn’t hesitate to dice poor Madison into a million tiny pieces.
Congratulations! You have managed to kill Madison Paige. I’m telling Jacqui Ainsley – she will be really upset to hear that you didn’t care enough to recognise when her image-bearer was in trouble from a seedy old man.