coming! Goddamn it!
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
You're going to Yale.
It's good, it's good.
- resting in the weeds nearby,
clothes battered and dusty.
He ask ed for his Valium, and then death.
Losing his balance, police think,
and tumbling from the train.
Steve Rick ey.
"A nice fella," George Noozel,
a passing stranger, calls him.
- "A man of few words." Tonight...
- What are you...?
- Quiet! I gotta hear this!
- All right. Jesus! I'm sorry.
A man whose face
is virtually unrecognisable.
Ripped to shreds, the police say,
by the force of the fall.
The last person to see Rick ey alive,
the poodle salesman George Noozel.
- Do we have cream soda in the house?
- Nobody has cream soda in their house.
- I'm gonna go get some cream soda.
- Leonard, at 10 past 11?
- I got the urge.
- Nothing's open!
- 7-Eleven!
- Not dressed like that!
- They don't care.
- This is crazy!
You're moaning in the hallway,
now you're off to buy cream soda!
- There's someone else!
- There's nobody else.
What am I doing wrong?
What am I doing wrong, Leonard?
- I'm doing something for the boys.
- In your robe?
Listen to me. It's complicated.
It's very unusual.
It's extremely unusual, but I can't talk!
I'm coming... I'll be right in a bit.
I'm coming back.
Leonard? Leonard?! Get me something
crunchy to eat!
- Hi. This is Blanche Rick ey...
- What did you do to his face?!
- Hi. I'm Steve Rick ey. I'm...
- What did you do to his face?!
If you have a message for either...
I feel terrible about this thing.
I'm not blaming you.
It could've happened to anyone.
Some coincidence. Two days
after they buy the policy. Jesus!
- I feel terrible about this.
- Yeah, well, tell him.
- Mr. O'Mara's here for his appointment.
- Yes, yes, send him in.
- Well, gentlemen.
- Sir.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Morning, sir.
Come in, come in.
We've been waiting for you.
This is the grieving widow,
Mrs. Blanche Rickey.
Mrs. Rickey, this is Mr. O'Mara,
head of our claims division.
Ma'am, my condolences.
I'd like to introduce Mrs. Rickey's
attorney, Mr. Lloyd Nagle.
Gentlemen, my pleasure.
One of these mornings
makes you feel glad to be alive.
You all right, Hoffman?
The wife's cooking, eh?
Mr. Nagle, why don't you join us?
Get things underway.
Fabulous coffee.
Has that real Colombian flavour.
Really starts the day off right. As
an attorney, that's extremely important.
I'm sure it is.
Mr. Nagle, Mr. O'Mara,
Mr. Hoffman.
My pleasure, gentlemen. I only wish
the circumstances were more pleasant.
No, stay there, Mr. Nagle.
We'll join you.
Mrs. Rickey, we're gonna join
Mr. Nagle, your attorney.
Are you all right?
- Is there anything I can get for you?
- I'm fine.
So ironic, isn't it, Mr. Hoffman?
Just a couple of days ago
we were all together.
Laughing. Alive.
Well, it's been a very disturbing time
for all of us.
One thing I'm grateful for. They were able
to restore Steve's face just like new.
- Ripped up, the cops said.
- It wasn't nice.
We saw the remains last night. He looked
like linguine with red clam sauce.
I just looked at him and said:
Be ye my bonny, bonny lad
Be ye my bonny, bonny lad
When the heather is yorn
And the calves go free to Loch Lomond
And be ye my bonny, bonny lad
When the lard goes twinkle, twinkle,
We to purse
Sometime in late August
It's Robert Burns.
Mr. Rickey's favourite poet
in Tiparillo.
Yes, yes.
Mrs. Rickey, we understand
the unfortunate circumstances...
...that bring us together today.
But due to the bizarre and grotesque
nature of your husband's death, we...
- We must ask you a few questions.
- Of course.
Mr. O'Mara, would you...?
I know this has been a rough day
for you, so I'll be as brief as possible.
We would appreciate that.
Thank you.
Mrs. Rickey...
...do you know what the odds are
of someone dying by falling off a train?
No, I don't. I've always been so lucky.
What could it be?
5-to-1? 10-to-1?
- Approximately a billion-to-1.