Big Trouble Page #5

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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 sh*t.

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 later.

- I love your attitude. You're so confident.

What can go wrong?

It's all in the planning, cookie.

We did our homework, case closed.

Pick up the money.

Okay. Okay, anything you say.

What about Leonard?

- Len? He's like a dog with a bone.

- Really? After all that vomiting?

Must've been something he ate. When

he gave it up, he snapped right back.

- Happy about the kids?

- Ecstatic.

He's a little gun-shy about the autopsy

tonight, but underneath? Seventh heaven.

- Still like to get it over with. I'd like to...

- Len, come on.

Let's go, let's go.

You know, you work on a case,

you wanna get it over with. Up or down.

- Wait a minute. It's not that easy, Len.

- Up or down, up or down.

We just can't pay out a check for

5 million bucks, Len. You know?

We gotta study this.

I keep asking myself, a guy falls

off a train going 20 miles an hour...

...how the hell does he lose his face?

- Maybe he's got a weak face.

- Doesn't make any sense.

- That's your field of expertise, not mine.

You ought to be on antibiotics.

I never saw sweat like that.

- Swine flu, John.

- That lawyer of hers. Nagle?

- How are you?

- What about him?

No record of him at the county clerk

or the county bar.

Well, yeah, maybe he just passed

the bar. Just passed the bar.

Maybe he ain't a lawyer.

- From the insurance, yes?

- I'm John O'Mara, this is Len Hoffman.

- Very nice.

- Hope we're not intruding.

No, no, no.

Everything is all ready. Please.

- Great, great. In there?

- To the right.

- I love morgues.

- Yes.

- In here?

- This way.

- This way.

- Hey, where's Leonard?

- I thought he was here.

- Let me go.

- No, no, I will go.

- He's sick...

- You wait. We'll be a minute.

- Yeah, but he's sick.

Take it easy with him.

Mr. Hoffman. You must come downstairs.

No, no, we have a slight problem.

- It's all right...

- Problem?

The man with no face.

There was a mix-up.

- A mix-up?

- He was buried this morning...

...so we have to improvise.

No, there is nothing to moo about.

It will be fine, you'll be fine. Come.

- Beautiful weather. Said it might rain...

- What the hell's going on?

...but then they revised it. He's fine.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Sure?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Len, you can go home...

...I can finish this if you want,

you know.

- I'm here. Might as well...

- You sure? Okay.

- Down here.

- Take it easy, now.

- Okay. Through here?

- Yes, yes, yes.

This is where my little friends are all

asleep. It's, of course, a joke we make.

They're all dead.

You find too cold in here?

- Fine with me. Len?

- Fine! Fine!

- You've been in morgues before?

- Sure, lot of times. I like morgues.

- Not me, no, not me.

- I could show a short film.

Let's get the show on the road.

Where is he?

- The late Seor Rickey?

- Yeah, yeah, the late.

- You eat yet, Len?

- I had a little goulash.

- Yeah? I love goulash.

- Yeah?

- That him, doc?

- Si, si.

- Yeah?

- The moment of truth, yes?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, come on, Len, let's go.

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