My brother almost killed Roy Scheider

Scheider had been living on borrowed time for the past 20 years.

He nearly died in a fiery car crash in the '80s, compliments of my brother, Arthur Epstein.

Back then, Arthur was a struggling actor/limo driver in Manhattan.

One day, his fare happened to be Scheider. Arthur was thrilled. He'd been a prominent extra in "All that Jazz," (He bumps into Scheider in the hospital hallway.) He was reminiscing with Scheider about how much fun he'd had on the set, when Sheider leaned over, looked at his ID and said, "Arthur?"

"Yeah."

"I think you're going the wrong way in a one way street."

Arthur noticed the headlights heading his way and spun into a wild U turn.