understand
my position.
All right. Let me explain to you as simply
as possible. Rick could kill himself
and then I'd be responsible.
Aha.
"Aha'' what?
I get it. This "dead boyfriend'' thing.
The jinx. The curse. They all croak on you.
You think Rick's doomed.
Calling you a moron
is an insult to morons.
Broccoli has more brain power.
Brussels sprouts, cauliflower-
What?
Where'd he go?
What are you lookin' at?
Okay. Right there's fine.
Dr. Fleischman, you gotta see this.
I came as fast as I could.
I'm sure he would have
appreciated that, Joel.
How? H-H-How'd it happen?
Satellite fell on him.
The satellite? It-It hit Rick?
The-The satellite hit Rick?
Well, not the whole satellite.
Some of it disintegrated comin' in,
but a good part of it, yeah.
Oh, man!
Yeah. There's a problem.
A problem? You mean,
more than him being dead?
Come on. We better take a look.
Oh, God!
I've been in combat.
I've seen men die
a hundred different ways.
But I've never,
ever seen anything like this.
Look at him!
Yeah.
It's like Rick and the-
the satellite- It's like they-
Merged. Fused.
Combined into one.
How does something like this happen?
It's your basic physics.
Let me explain reentry to you.
When this thing hit the earth's atmosphere,
it was going 15,000 miles an hour.
The friction was terrific.
This baby came in hot.
- Boy, Rick sure was lucky.
- Lucky? He's dead.
Yeah, but how many people
get to get hit by a satellite?
I'll bet he makes
the Guinness Book of Worid Records.
So, Joel, how do you plan
on getting 'em apart?
Get 'em apart?
I, uh- Why ask me?
You think they teach this
in medical school?
You don't need a doctor.
You need a- a blacksmith, a metallurgist.
Yeah, it's kind of hard
to tell where Rick stops
and the satellite begins.
Yeah, I guess we better face the fact-
these two are inseparable.
Anyone tell Maggie?
No, and when you tell her,
go easy on her.
She's had a bad run
of luck with her beaux.
Wait a minute. Wait.
Why do I have to tell her?
I'm not gonna tell her.
Well, you're the doctor, son.
It goes with the territory.
Hi, Maggie. How are you?
What's your problem?
May I join you?
just tell me what you want,
Fleischman.
It's just I want, uh-
I- I want to apologize...
for yesterday.
All right, Fleischman.
What needs fixing?
What?
No. Nothing.
It's just the things I said yesterday...
were thoughtless and insensitive,
and I regret them.
Yeah?
What?
That's all really, and, uh-
What?
Well-
How are things?
Rick didn't come home
last night, okay?
If he wants to behave
like a child, then let him.
I mean, if I have to be
the bad guy, okay.
But I am not going to have
another death on my hands.
I mean- All right.
I admit it. I do.
I am... sensitive.
I've lost four boyfriends. Four.
Do you know how that feels?
And, of course, I ask myself,
"Is that me? Is it something that I do?''
What is it, Fleischman?
You wanna tell me something.
I can tell by your face.
Yes, yes. I do.
I want to tell you something.
What?
Ajoke.
Ajoke?
Yeah.
Uh, see, um, this guy goes on a trip,
and, uh, he leaves his cat
with his friend.
Well, he calls his friend
and asks how the cat is.
Guy says, "The cat is dead.''
The guy says, "Geez.
"God, couldn't you break the news to me
a little more gently? You know, lead into it-
"Your cat crawled up on the roof,
there was a loose tile, and he took a little fall.'
Like that.''
Next month,
the guy goes on another trip.
Calls his friend
and asks how his mom is.
Guy says, "Well- She crawled up
on the roof and there was a loose tile.''
Not bad.
Rick crawled up on the roof.
I've never seen anything like it before.
Poor Rick.
With those things comin' out of his head,
he looked like the Statue of Liberty.
Now, I don't want you to think
this kind of thing happens frequently.
No, sir. This is a first.
Matter of fact, statistically speaking,
Cicely is the safest place to live
in the United