did an autopsy this afternoon?
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.
- And?
- The cause of death is the broken neck.
Broken neck. Son of a bitch.
Broken neck's a broken neck.
No, no. Broken neck,
you gotta pay for broken neck.
You have to pay, you have to pay.
- I'll tell you something, doc.
- Si?
- I have a different theory.
- You don't like the broken neck?
My theory is...
My theory is...
...this bastard's still alive.
We lost this one.
What'd I tell you?
The whole thing was screwy.
Face ripped off.
- You're all under arrest, every one of you!
- Get some tape, tie him up.
We're gonna kidnap you, John.
You're gonna come with us.
- Len, will you help me over here?
- Mr. O'Mara, remember where you are.
- Please.
- Get him out of here. Where's my clothes?
Len!
Let me at them!
Get away from me!
Len!
- Who's got my pants?
- Seсor Rickey, here's the pants.
- There is no problem.
- Leonard, get in the car.
Leonard!
We just chalk that up to experience,
Leonard.
You can't win them all, kid.
Get in the car.
Well, we blew it, doc.
Could've been the makeup.
- What happened?
- Nothing to be alarmed at.
Couple loose ends we gotta pick up.
We're still on track.
What happened?
Does anybody want air conditioning?
How about you, Len?
Len's not talking. He's out to lunch.
Which is good.
Is this over? Are we still getting
the money?
Sure, we're gonna get the money.
"Congratulations," said the doctor.
"You're the father of three fine boys.
- And they all look exactly like you."
- Who looks like who?
- Who looks like who? Leonard?
- Honey, he's not actually talking.
He's just reminiscing.
Just let him enjoy himself.
- I'd like to go to the bus station.
- You're right...
- What for?
- We'll use them for middle names.
- That sounds more...
- Things are going good, sweetie.
- Not perfect...
- I wanted to be a musician...
The bus station, now.
Leonard, can you hear me?
- I understand, sir...
- I'm off to San Jose.
- I'm Blanche Linoor, the actress.
- Sweetie.
I'm gonna be appearing in
Man of La Mancha with Dick Cavett.
- I'm not saying anything...
- All right, that's it!
- What?!
- Finished.
Steve! What are you, crazy?
What are you doing?
- Out, Blanche.
- What?
Let's go! Out!
What did I do?
Blanche.
I don't expect bouquets, Blanche,
but a little understanding.
We kidnapped
the insurance investigator.
I put a lot of thought into this scheme,
stayed awake nights.
Rented the birds. Nagle, the bald guy.
Hey, this is all good stuff!
Sardine liqueur. Wildlife motif.
I'm not saying it wasn't brilliant.
I'm just saying it didn't work.
Didn't work? Why? Just because we hit
one little snag and lost the body?
Steve, we've kidnapped
the insurance investigator.
Two little snags.
He knows you're alive. He sees you
walking. He sees you talking.
Honey, listen. You know,
I can't deal with this...
...because you take the heart out of me.
Everything you say is negative.
- Who can function in this atmosphere?
- I don't think you're hearing me.
We are on the verge of millions...
...and you wanna take a bus to
San Jose so you can act with Dick Cavett.
What verge? What millions?
Did you see that?
We almost lost Leonard.
Did you see that?
What, it's my fault?
- Well, whose fault is it, mine?
- Yes.
- My fault?
- I believe so, yes.
My fault!
Everything is my fault!
Inflation is my fault...
...your father's snoring, that's my fault.
Everything is my fault!
All afflictions. Baldness, heartburn,
that's me, Blanche.
Khomeini? I'm in back of Khomeini.
Everything. Steve Rickey.
I don't care what Glenn Gould did.
If you dip your fingers...
...in bowls of water, they get electric.
I'm writing to my family. A statement
of principles and philosophy.
- Good. Do that on the side, Len.
- I'm tired. I gotta take a break now.
- A short break.
- Len. Trucks come over here.
He's a brilliant guy. But sometimes
I just can't get through.
So don't talk to yourself