- No kidding? Really?
I never knew that.
Mr. Hoffman...
...did you know that?
- No.
You know the odds of falling off
a train and dying...
...48 hours after taking out an
accident policy worth 5 million bucks?
No odds! It's off the chart!
Statistically impossible.
- It would never happen!
- Why don't you say what you really mean?
You think I killed my husband
for the insurance.
- Mrs. Rickey, no.
- What about Mr. Hoffman?
Maybe he's in on it. He sold me
the policy. Maybe it's all a conspiracy.
- I promise you there's...
- How dare you treat me like some hussy!
Mr. Nagle, please?
Don't let them treat me like a hussy.
She's on the verge of a nervous
collapse. I recommend an intermission.
You're both full of shit.
I'm gonna prove it.
Is that necessary?
There's a widow in the room.
O'Mara, that's enough.
Sir, in the interest of fair play...
...l'd appreciate that check for $5 million
as soon as possible.
We'll pay you when we've
completed our investigation.
Well, that's fair.
That's right.
I was gonna demand an investigation...
...in order to clear Mrs. Rickey's name.
- Thank you.
- There has to be an autopsy. Right, Len?
- Yes.
In cases like these,
an autopsy is required.
Autopsy!
- Gotta slice him open. Right, Len?
- I understand.
Well, I'm all for it.
Now what we're gonna have to do
is agree upon a doctor.
Now, Mr. O'Mara...
...you have on your list a Dr. Lopez.
I'll take him.
- lf it's all right with Len, it's fine with me.
- Mr. Hoffman?
- Fine with me.
- My God!
Gentlemen,
she's emotionally overcome.
Thank you very much
for your time and your patience.
I'm sorry.
- There we go.
- I'm sorry.
There you go. There you are.
Want a bowl of soup?
Well done, O'Mara.
Break them in two days, sir.
Lunch, Len?
No, I have things on my desk.
- Thank you, Hoffman. Nice work.
- You ought to be on antibiotics, Len.
Sweetie, I'll be in the bathroom.
You were marvellous, Leonard.
We were all good.
Hey, Len.
I wanna know who was murdered.
- Nobody.
- Nobody was murdered?
No.
- She didn't kill you?
- No.
- Did she kill anybody?
- No, dear.
- Did I kill anybody?
- No.
Did anybody kill anybody?
No.
This is the happiest moment of my life.
Here, get you a towel.
My goodness.
Leonard? I'm Steve Rickey,
you remember me?
Who's the man by the railroad tracks?
The man with his face ripped off?
That was a homeless individual. I don't
know his name, Len. No family ties.
- Where did you get him?
- From the county morgue.
You stole him from the county morgue?
- Where am I gonna get a body, Len?
- You escape from a mental institution?
Len, can't change place... In order
to collect, you gotta have a body.
I couldn't think of a way to do it without
a body. If you know a way, tell me.
Leonard? You all right in there?
If you don't do anything else,
get yourself some Pepto-Bismol.
l...
- Blanche just peeked in. She said hello.
- Good. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Len, now, the idea is
to settle the autopsy.
Well, I'm not gonna be
at the autopsy.
Leonard, we're this close to the money.
You're the broker on the case.
You gonna go like this, with the wig?
No, Leonard, that was just...
That was a crazy impulse...
...I had to be there to see people's faces.
Look, I'll never do that again.
We'll get the money. All good thoughts.
That's already out there, dear.
Come on. Let's go.
This rental place is gonna murder us
if we're late.
- How much for the birds?
- High. Wildlife is high. 50 a day.
- That's not too bad.
- Not too bad?
- How much was my Frank Buck suit?
- The safari outfit.
To die. Steve, you in jodhpurs.
- Romantic?
- Took my breath away.
I'm keeping the hat. How much?
A lot. That and the widow's piece
were $75.
- That's not to worry.
- Not to worry? We don't have it.
That's no problem. I get it from Len.
He seems like a nice guy.
What about the big-ticket items?
The truck, car?
- We leave them in the field, pay