He got insanely drunk. He attacked someone. That person felt his life was in danger and shot him. Now he’s dead and his estate can’t sue the person who defended his life.
That is a happy ending.
When I was in my 20s I was working in our family lumber mill business during the day and not getting paid, so at night I was delivering pizzas for Dominoes so that I had a little money to spend. On night as I signaled and started to get into a left turn lane I heard all this honking. The car behind me was trying to roar around me. I did not complete my lane change and turned left at the next intersection instead. The guy who had been behind me had his car parked across the street as I go back to the road that I had been trying to turn left onto.
I rolled down my window to see if there was something wrong. He was a huge guy and he flung my door open and grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the car and actually pulled my feet off the ground. (This was a 60s car with no seatbelts.) My car was still in park and rolled into the side of his car and put a big dent in the door.
He was going crazy and saying who “Who is going to pay to fix my car?” His girlfriend was yelling and screaming “Don't kill him”. So I pulled out my hand gun and shot him in the side of the head. Not really! But I thought that the guy who was the biggest strongest soldier I had ever seen was going to kill me or I was about to be beaten severely. Fortunately some police sirens went off and he and his girlfriend thought that he was going to be arrested for assault again and get booted out of the 101st Airborne, so they took off. The police went roaring by for some other reason a few seconds later. I was still alive so that was my happy ending.