Deep breath.
Again.
I told you weeks ago a broken hip
was nothing to laugh at. At your age...
"At your age"?
Gee, I hate that expression.
Even if you were 30,
you've got significant nerve damage.
It's gonna take a long time
for it to improve. Lean back.
How's your therapy going?
You doing the exercises?
Exercises? You mean practising
to milk a groundhog with my toes?
I gotta level with you. It's gonna be a hard
thing to do even with the therapy. OK.
Push.
OK.
Put your shoes back on.
I know how you feel about autonomy, but
you'd be better off if you came into town.
No.
It's too crowded for my taste.
What about moving in
with a relative?
The closest relative I have
is in Daytona.
I wouldn't move in with him,
not if he'd rented the White House.
What's gonna happen when you get
snowed in? Or you slip on the ice?
- I've taken all that under consideration.
- Soapy, I'm serious.
You're not getting any better, and you're
not following the prescribed treatment.
You have to start thinking
about your future. Please.
- You're right.
- I am?
Yes.
I'm gonna go home
and I'm gonna figure it out.
It's time to think about the future.
OK.
But only if you promise
to do the same thing.
The only future I wanna think about
is so far away I think I'd need a telescope.
Tell me, Doc, you wouldn't be married
by any chance, would you?
No. Why?
I was just wondering.
Goodbye, Dr Fleischman.
Do you need a steak knife,
Dr Fleischman?
No. Actually,
I could use a chain saw.
And would you mind identifying
this evening's side dishes?
I'll ask.
- Soapy told me to give you this.
- What is it?
- A note.
- I just saw him.
You're to go to his house tomorrow.
He has a dirty deed for you.
You read my note?
He told me what it says.
You're supposed to go to his house.
I can read, Ed.
Thank you.
- How the hell am I supposed to get there?
- Oh, Maggie can fly you.
I asked her.
She said "Be ready at 6am."
Lovely. Thank you.
- That's not OK?
- That's peachy.
I can't wait to get up at dawn and climb
into a flying sardine can - thank you -
with a woman who wishes
I'd catch a disease,
so I can do some dirty deed
for an old geezer
who ignores what I tell him and then gets
annoyed at me cos he doesn't get better.
I don't know how I'll sleep.
There were some air pockets you missed.
Let's look for 'em on the way back.
How did you survive
in New York City?
My idea of roughing it is mass transit.
It doesn't require Dramamine.
Hi, guys.
"Hi, guys"? They're baring their fangs.
They're fantasising about
your femur bone, and you say "Hi, guys"?
- Soapy, it's Maggie.
- And Joel.
- Soapy?
- Soapy?
- Uh-oh.
- What?
Don't come in here.
You don't wanna see this.
Give me a break, Fleischman.
- Oh, boy.
- He's dead.
I can see that.
He put on a suit?
Look at this, he tied his bow tie.
He even polished his shoes.
He left a note.
"Dear Maggie, Joel. Sorry. I didn't want to
lie here until someone noticed the smell."
- Maggie.
- What?
He's wearing Old Spice.
The man shaved to kill himself.
- I think I've found the murder weapon.
- Watch where you point that thing.
His will's in that box, with some papers.
There's a bottle of wine for our trouble.
- Huh. Red or white?
- You have a twisted sense of humour!
The man puts on the Ritz to kill himself,
and I have a twisted sense of humour?
- Tell me he just slept with this.
- He wants us to use it for his ashes.
Wow. I never...
He even tidied the place up.
Let's get him and his stuff
into the plane.
You don't have
a problem with this?
Soapy lived the way he wanted,
he died the way he wanted.
And you're not rattled?
You're a doctor,
haven't you seen dead bodies before?
Yeah.
I don't like people committing suicide.
It's just plain bad for business.
He was doing fine till you told him
to think about his future.
I was talking about a walker.
"My only regret is that Helen,
my beloved wife of 42 years,
did not come to