CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
Let me out of here!
You understand what's happening to Johnny.
I don't know how, but you do.
Isn't that what abnormally aggressive behavior is all about?
You know what I mean, David?
I know exactly what you mean, Doctor.
He's unable to distinguish
the feelings that he should have on the football field
and those that you've unleashed in him.
NARRATOR: Dr. David Banner, physician, scientist.
Searching for a way to tap into the hidden strengths that all humans have.
Then, an accidental overdose of gamma radiation alters his body chemistry.
And now, when David Banner grows angry or outraged,
a startling metamorphosis occurs.
(ROARS)
The creature is driven by rage
and pursued by an investigative reporter.
Mr. McGee, don't make me angry.
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
The creature is wanted for a murder he didn't commit.
David Banner is believed to be dead.
And he must let the world think that he is dead
until he can find a way to control the raging spirit that dwells within him.
(ROARS)
MAN 1: Come on. HAGGERTY: Now, show some hustle.
Show some hustle in here!
MAN 2: Go, team! MAN 3: Go, team!
ALL: Go, team! All right, come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Cool. Cool. Let's go, brother.
Come on, team. Go, team!
Fourteen! Cover! Fourteen! Cover! MAN: Fourteen.
Ready, set.
Cover four. Cover four.
Hut, hut.
(MEN GRUNTING)
Bowers! Bowers!
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Will somebody call it? Call it out there.
Call it out there when it's a pass. Don't just stand there!
Come on, now. Come on, now, let's go, team!
Get them, now.
ALL: Go, team!
HAGGERTY: Watch your assignments now. Watch your assignments.
Go, team! Go, team!
Come on, Bowers! Come on, let's play! Thirteen!
Fourteen! Fourteen! Bowers, cover the flat.
Set, hut, hut.
Hop to it! Hop to it! Hop to it! Hop to it!
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
What's wrong with you, man? This is just a scrimmage.
What's the matter, old man, game getting too rough for you?
Take it easy, John. Take it easy.
Hey, Tobey, try not to cripple anybody, right?
Remember, these are your teammates. We've only got three quarterbacks.
Doctor, I'd like to speak to you.
Hey, Burnett, have a look at Kurt.
Okay, special units, kicking team, let's go. Let's hustle. Yeah!
Show some hustle. Show some hustle in here.
Come on, now. All right.
Okay, number two, offense. Let's go. Let's go.
Ready on the defense. Hustle out there.
MAN: Thirteen, thirteen, six, hut.
Okay, now, that's gonna hurt for a while, I'm afraid.
Terrific. At least I won't have to play against John Tobey on Sunday.
You okay, old man?
Just great.
I didn't mean to hit you that hard.
Just a scrimmage, Tobey. You weren't supposed to hit at all.
Kurt? Kurt?
What's the matter with him?
Just a couple of cracked ribs.
That could upset him pretty much.
Cracked ribs? You're kidding.
Why'd you hit him so hard, John?
We can't let up this close to the playoffs.
He knows that. Gotta keep the fires stoked.
Kick that ball, Raymond! Kick it!
Come on! Come on!
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Anybody here?
BYRON ON SPEAKERPHONE: Who is it?
Dr. Stewart, David Burnett. I'm from the Cougars.
I have some reports that you wanted.
Bring them in, please.
All right.
Dr. Stewart?
Just leave them on the desk, please.
(DAVID EXCLAIMING)
Boy, these pictures of John Tobey are enough
to scare off the other teams right out of the league.
Where's Flournoy? He usually brings the reports.
Well, we traded jobs. I wanted the opportunity
of having a chance to speak with you.
Oh, what about?
Your work.
Particularly, the study that you're doing
on aggression in professional football players.
You're not a reporter, are you?
No, no, but I did read all of your earlier books.
I was very impressed.
"The seeds of aggression lie deep in the subconscious mind.
"Aggressive behavior is nothing more than an acting out
"of those subconscious thoughts."
That's very good.
Of course, others have said much the same thing. Waldheim, Marshall, Banner.
Oh, yes, but Banner was talking about strength, not aggression,
the ability to find a well of hidden strength at a moment of crisis.
Perhaps Dr. Banner failed to see
that the source, that hidden well, is the same for both needs.
Perhaps.
Doctor, would you object to a layman sitting in on some of the sessions?
Well, that would be a little unorthodox.
Well, yes, but it's a study. They're not really patients.
Now, perhaps if I could get one to give his permission...
Which player? John Tobey.
Oh, John?
Yeah, we've become pretty friendly. I think that he'd agree.
I see.
All right, Tuesday, 9:00 in the morning.
Thank you, Doctor.
No, I don't mind, David. Besides, I'll be hypnotized.
See that? Uh-huh.
Last championship team this city ever had.
We're gonna be the next.
See that little punk in that picture there?
Yeah.
I was so tough I didn't need pads.
I used to eat quarterbacks for breakfast.
Oh, really? Haven't changed much, have you?
Let's go. June will kill me if we're late for dinner.
My dad got me started when I was a kid.
All his life, he was fascinated with this military stuff.
(IMITATING BRITISH ACCENT) You know, stiff upper lip, hut, hut, hut, and very rigid.
(IMITATING BRITISH ACCENT) Oh, quite, quite, yes.
I spent so much time with these little guys, I forgot to study my anatomy.
Yeah, but it didn't stop you from making three-time All-American, though, huh?
I think you just didn't like to study.
Boy, these almost look real. Must take you days to make one.
Only the officers. I remember my Dad could make one in two days.
June, need some help in there, honey?
No, thanks, babe. Just getting some dessert.
Come on, David, have some dessert.
Stick with these guys, and you'll never have a weight problem.
Yes, I can see that.
Hey, check this out, man,
in The National Register.
"Is John Tobey the hardest-hitting football player in the league,
"or is he just becoming the dirtiest?"
(CHUCKLING)
A little of both, eh, John?
(CHUCKLING)
Come on, Bowers. Don't read that stuff.
Sportswriters, anything to sell newspapers.
Guy spends eight hours with me, and this is all he can come up with to say.
Hey, but, look, John, a little adverse publicity, man, it can help you out.
It can give you the edge on Sunday. You know what I mean?
You know, it'll put something on Kermit Connelly's mind when he drops back for a pass.
You know what I mean?
June?
Come on, man!
Don't go talking about my being called a dirty player with her around.
Look, John, I'm sorry, man. I was just reading an article from the paper.
I didn't mean anything, you know?
Yeah, yeah.
Sit down, David. You don't have to do that.
That's all right. I don't mind.
Here, let me help you there.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, David, about showing my feelings over that stupid article.
Please don't apologize. You had every right.
I've made my share of ice packs
and rubbed liniment on that body too many nights to remember.
That's not the hard part.
You get used to the injuries, the trades, the being too old to play.
(SIGHING)
What bothers me is that article's not completely false.
I know that. John is playing differently.
Well, maybe it's the playoffs. I mean, you know,
it's a championship game... No, it's not that simple.
John Tobey always hit hard. That's what made him great.
But he's changing into someone else.
He's turned mean. He does play dirty.
And that's not the John Tobey I know.
Lousy, stinking cheaters! Lousy, stinking cheaters! Lousy, stinking cheaters!
Why is this so upsetting to you, John? It's only a game of touch.
It was a winning touchdown.
The quarterback was across the line of scrimmage when he threw the pass.
He knew he was. He just won't admit it.
Why won't somebody listen to me?
Just relax now. I'm going to bring you forward now.
You'll begin to return to the present a little bit at a time,
slowly, smoothly,
and, John, you'll remember only what you feel comfortable with.
That's it. Let the tension go.
Easily. I'll count back from five to one, John.
Five, four, three, two, one.
And from a long sleep, you're here.
Feel better?
Yeah.
The key to it all is in what you saw happening today with John Tobey.
He's beginning to re-experience the first moments
of anger and aggression
that have become so much a part of his life.
Well, Dr. Stewart, I've had some experience in hypnotherapy,
and potentially, it's very dangerous.
Yes, of course,
but nevertheless, the aggression is there. We know that.
The point is that we must isolate it.
Then maybe we can learn to control it.
Perhaps someday in everyone.
How?
I don't know yet.
That's exactly what I'm trying to find out.
Perhaps by altering the memory.
We call it the coliseum.
Every Sunday, they come out here and gear themselves
to hit another human being as hard as they possibly can,
and 75,000 people come here to cheer them on.
Its all-out aggression,
except that when the whistle blows, they turn it off.
(BYRON SNAPPING FINGERS)
Just like that.
Anger and control in the same moment.
Exactly. We all have it in us, David, in varying degrees.
When we need to be angry or tough or aggressive,
we somehow reach into our subconscious and come up with just the right amount,
and then we shut the rest off, hopefully,
but if we don't, if we cross over that line,
isn't that what abnormally aggressive behavior is all about?
You go to bring up just that one bucketful of anger,
and suddenly you can't seem to stop it there. You know what I mean, David?
Oh, yes.
I know exactly what you mean, Doctor.
Forty-two. Fifty-two. MAN: Red 24. Red 24.
Flanker left! Flanker left! Let's go! Let's go!
(ALL CHEERING)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
ANNOUNCER: All eyes in professional football have been on this man,
number 51, John Tobey. He's brought the Los Angeles Cougars
to the brink of their first championship in 20 years.
You just ask the players on the receiving end of these tackles if they think
there's a bigger, meaner, harder-hitting individual around
than John Tobey.
DAVID: Tell me, did you know him way back then?
No, we met in college.
Something wrong?
I don't know.
Yes, I think something is wrong.
It's gotten worse, David. He can't control his temper.
The slightest little thing sends him into a rage.
Have you talked to Dr. Stewart about him?
I tried, twice.
Both times, he assured me that everything was fine.
I just don't think he can see it.
Well, I don't think there's anything that I could do.
Talk to Johnny.
You're his friend. He really likes you, David.
He let you sit in on the sessions with Dr. Stewart.
You've seen both sides. Stewart hasn't.
June, I just don't think that I'm the right person.
You are. I know you are.
There's something about you, something I can feel.
You understand what's happening to Johnny.
I don't know how or why, but you do.
JOHN: I tried to tell him.
BYRON: Who?
My dad.
You can't cheat. It's not fair.
My dad always taught me not to cheat.
Then why won't he listen to you?
He says they won the game fair and square. He says...
He says that I shouldn't make excuses,
but I'm not, though.
I'm telling the truth. He just won't believe me.
BYRON: Then what does he say?
John, shake hands and act like a man,
and I don't want to hear you whining about it anymore.
I don't shake hands with a cheater.
Do it!
But I'm not gonna shake hands with a cheater!
Does your father make you shake hands?
He tried to, but I punched him instead.
Who? Who, Johnny? The quarterback?
I hit him as hard as I could.
I wanted to kill him. My dad is holding me,
and I'm fighting and fighting.
I can taste the tears, and everybody's watching.
They don't understand. They all think I'm lying.
I'm not lying. I just hate cheaters!
All right, John. All right, now, relax. Relax, John. It's all right.
ANNOUNCER: It's the Mustangs' ball on the Cougars' 48-yard line.
Connelly at the line of scrimmage.
He's barking out the signals, that uneven "hut, hut, hut."
Hut, one, hut, two, hut, three.
(ALL CHEERING)
Connelly is standing there by himself. He's released the ball.
He's unprotected, and Tobey comes up and slams right into him,
barrels into him. He is down. He is hurt.
The flag is down. It is a definite personal foul.
Move it!
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Just sound the horns 'cause here come the troops.
There's a battle royal going on on that field.
(ALL JEERING)
Uh-oh. The referee has just signaled Tobey out of the ballgame.
Cheaters! Lousy, stinking cheaters!
Cheaters!
John.
Didn't you see it?
I swear to you, they cheated. I'm not lying!
I saw it, John.
Why won't anybody listen to me? I saw it.
They don't deserve to win!
I'm not shaking anybody's hand. You understand?
Not when you cheat like that!
Never! Never! Never!
(GRUNTING)
What I saw was irrational, Doctor. The man thought that he had been cheated.
He didn't know where he was or what he was doing.
David, you are not a doctor,
and if you were a professional, you would realize
that you can't be sure of anything you think happened.
Did you see what he did to Kermit Connelly?
Now, we're not just talking about a hard-hitting football game.
All right, what is it you want me to do?
Well, I think that you ought to talk to Coach Haggerty.
Coach Haggerty? And what will I say?
That John Tobey is a threat
to his teammates and to himself. He's lost all control.
I see, suggest that he bench John Tobey in the middle of the playoffs
for the first time in his career
because one assistant trainer thinks he's playing too rough?
All right, then bench him long enough for you to have a talk with him.
David, I have been talking to him for months, remember?
Now, I'm not going to put my professional reputation on the line
unless I have something a little more solid than your opinion.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a session to conduct.
Need help, Burnett?
You know, you can really hurt someone with this thing. That's bad, man.
Yeah.
We wouldn't want Burnett here to think that we're out of control, now, would we?
He might suggest to Haggerty that he bench us both.
We heard you talking to Dr. Stewart, David.
I gotta tell you, you disappoint us, man.
We thought you wanted us to win the championship this year.
You don't understand. I'm doing it for John's own good.
He needs help. If he plays in any more games, he's gonna hurt somebody.
That's the idea, son.
This is a bad time of the year for you to be thinking about the other teams.
Don't do that again.
Don't! Don't do that anymore.
You were hired to wrap ankles and to clean up around here, weren't you?
What gives you the right to stick your nose in anybody else's business, huh?
All right, I got it. Look, just knock it off, okay? Just...
Don't! Don't...
DAVID: Don't!
Now, you stay in there, and you think about it, Burnett.
Burnett?
(HULK GROWLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
I'm telling you, coach, the guy had to go 290,
and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him.
So where is he?
Hey, coach, he wrecked the place, and I guess he disappeared.
And he was green, right? Played for Green Bay?
Let me know when you got his name on a contract.
In the meantime, stop taking whatever it is you're taking
before the Commissioner's Office gets wind of it.
This is incredible.
Look at this.
No wonder everyone's talking about it.
People ask me, why do I study aggression in pro-football players?
Just look at this.
Will you talk with John Tobey?
Do you realize what it takes to break one of these?
His wife came to you for help. You turned her down.
That's not so.
I explained that John is a research subject, not one of my patients.
I think you said that yourself, as I recall.
Then take him out of the study.
Make him your patient. He needs help.
Have you asked John if he thinks he needs help?
You know what he'd say.
Exactly. Look, David, there's the smell of a championship in the air.
No one's gonna take to the idea
of John Tobey sitting out the next few games, least of all John Tobey.
I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
Kermit? I'm John Tobey.
I know who you are.
How's the leg.
Don't you read the papers?
Pros aren't to keen on quarterbacks who limp.
Ah, you'll prove them wrong.
You're too good.
Okay. You made your courtesy call.
You finished?
I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry about your leg.
It was an accident. No need to get sore.
You lousy grandstander.
You hit me late. I did not.
You meant to hurt me,
so don't come around here sulking and pretending to apologize.
It was an accident. Things like that happen every game.
They do when you're playing.
Get out of here!
Kermit, you're wrong. I didn't...
Get out of here!
Thanks for waiting.
I guess I could have come down alone,
but I needed the moral support.
How was he?
(SIGHING)
Kermit's wrong. I didn't hit him late.
Well, you were on the sidelines. You saw it. I didn't hit him late, did I?
There was a penalty, John.
I know.
I know. I heard the whistle. I knew the play was over. I just couldn't stop.
I... I don't know why, but I wanted to kill him.
I couldn't think about anything else. I just wanted to kill him.
David, what's happening to me?
There's a medical term for it.
It's called transference reaction.
What's it mean? Am I sick?
In a way, you are, yes, but like any disease, it can be treated.
Rest and treatment.
Rest? Yes.
You mean, no playing? That's right.
What the hell are you talking about?
We're on our way to a championship.
I'm much more concerned about you than a championship.
What are you trying to do? I don't wanna hear anymore of this.
Who are you, anyway? A lousy ankle-wrapper?
John, you have lost the ability to distinguish between anger you have felt
in the past and the present, between what is real and what is not.
Shut up! I told you, I don't want to hear this.
I'm trying to tell this to you as your friend.
I got all the friends I need, 75,000 of them!
Every Sunday, 75,000 friends yelling, "Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!"
(SIGHING)
Forty-three. Split left. Flanker wide.
Ready, set, down. Hut, hut, hut.
Well, what time did he leave?
I watched him go out in the middle of the night some time.
I started to say something, but I didn't. I don't know why.
Do you know where he might have gone?
The game isn't until this afternoon.
He usually reports to the stadium the morning of a game.
Well, nobody's here yet.
June. June, he needs help.
Now, we have to find some way to convince him of that.
Well, how?
I don't know, but there has to be a way.
I can't get through to him, not like his father could.
I'm losing him, David.
There's nothing tangible I can hold on to.
You're the only other one who cares that something's wrong.
If you don't help us, no one will.
I'll try.
DAVID: "Fathers-versus-sons annual touch-football game, cub scout pack 72.
"Opposing captains, J.P. Tobey and son, John."
And there is where it all began.
His father was the opposing quarterback, and he cheated,
and that's what we've been listening to in all these sessions,
but John is unable to distinguish
the feelings that he should have out on the football field
and those that you've unleashed in him.
That's absurd. He's always had that sort...
You uncovered things in his subconscious past
that he was unable to deal with,
but then you stopped, and you cut it off,
and you brought him back to the present,
but his father is dead,
so John cannot confront him and let this all come out into the open.
I don't care to discuss this matter any further, Mr. Burnett.
He has to face those moments, Doctor.
He has a problem. He knows it. He's admitted it.
Now, perhaps if this picture is properly presented to him, he will listen.
Football is a contact sport. People get hurt.
Therefore, no one is going to listen to you.
You don't understand that, do you?
I understand that there is one man who is totally out of control
and blatantly trying to hurt, perhaps even kill,
another human being, a person, a quarterback!
So what is gonna happen in that stadium,
75,000 people cheering him on?
Doctor, are you really so certain
that John Tobey is not gonna go out on that field
and try to kill somebody?
Will you help me, Doctor?
How much is your grant, Doctor.
$50,000, $100,000?
Are you afraid that you're gonna lose your funding
if somebody finds out
that one of your subjects cracked up because of your research,
and you did absolutely nothing to stop it?
And if I were to do as you say,
if I stand up before the world
and tell them that I've done something wrong,
and then nothing happens...
The grant was for $225,000,
and it took five years of my life to accomplish it.
Do you have any idea what that means?
What will it mean
if John Tobey kills somebody today?
And I think we can safely state
that John Tobey has brought the Los Angeles Cougars to the playoffs
with some of the most aggressive football ever seen in this league
or any other league, for that matter.
Well, it's just about that time,
the playoff game, and the crowd is in. The skies are beautiful.
It's gonna be a gorgeous day here, so stay with us.
We'll be right back after this word from one of our sponsors.
(PHONE RINGING)
JUNE ON RECORDING: Hello, this is the Tobey residence.
John and I are both out at the moment,
but if you leave your name and number,
we'll call you back as soon as possible. Thank you.
Hey, didn't Burnett get these balls autographed?
Where the hell is Burnett, anyway?
Great.
Call security and have his pass revoked.
If he doesn't care enough to be here on time for a playoff game.
He doesn't have to be here at all.
How are you feeling, Tobey?
Play tough. Watch the penalties.
We don't wanna have you thrown out again.
CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
ANNOUNCER: The Memphis and Los Angeles players take the field
and head for their respective sidelines.
Hi, Charlie.
Coach Haggerty's orders, Mr. Burnett. Sorry.
Come on, Charlie, I work here.
Not anymore. Now beat it, friend.
Look, I'm an assistant trainer. You've got to let me in.
ANNOUNCER: The buildup to this day has been tremendous.
The weather is clear. The passionate crowd here is looking forward
to one heck of a football game.
The Cougars have won the toss, and they will receive,
and, of course, Memphis will kick off,
and they will be defending the western goal, which is to our left.
Oh, here's the kick, and we're officially underway...
Do you have an extra ticket? One.
Okay, look, I'll give you $55 for it.
The price is $200, fellow.
I don't have $200. I only have $55. Well, buy a hot dog.
Look, I really need that ticket. For $200.
ANNOUNCER: ... brings the Cougars out of the huddle.
He splits Miller wide left and Thomas on the near right...
Have a good time.
... barking signals. The ball is...
Johnny moves back. He's looking. He hasn't got any time.
He's surrounded, and he releases from a crowd of defense players,
and quarterback Rob Budowsky comes up with a big interception
for Memphis on the very first play from scrimmage.
The Cougars will come out on defense now, lead by number 51, John Tobey,
as Memphis attempts to strike early.
Tolliver's really got this ball club moving.
All right, get down. Down. Set!
Blue 25.
Hut, hut.
He takes the slap. He drops back,
and here comes Tobey, just as he released that ball.
Tobey is taken out of the play by number 77, tackle Todd Claiborne.
That's far enough. Hey, come on!
I told you, the coach gave explicit orders.
You don't understand.
At least let me call down and talk to Tobey on the field.
Set! Blue 25.
It's second and four for Memphis,
and Tobey comes up leaping over his defensive line...
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Listen to me! Listen to me!
I've got to talk to somebody in charge.
Wait! Will you listen to me?
(GROANING)
Listen, I gotta talk to somebody in charge.
I gotta get on that field. Now, listen to me!
I gotta talk to somebody else!
They come out of the huddle with Tolliver barking signals.
He drops back. He looks. He scrambles.
Tobey's got a shot at him, but Tolliver...
I've got to talk to Tobey! John Tobey!
Hey, pipe down! I can't hear the game.
(ALL CHEERING)
Johnny Tobey is looking very, very frustrated
as Mason and Lyle have continually thwarted his attempts
to get to that Memphis quarterback,
Mr. Brian Tolliver, his enemy and nemesis when they hit the football field.
Guard!
Tobey's come back in to that defensive huddle.
He's got murder in his eyes. Things just aren't working out for him.
Here they come down to the line of scrimmage.
CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
Blue 25!
Hut! Blue 96!
Blue 96!
Hut, hut, hut.
Hut!
The defensive line continues to key on John Tobey,
who's been flinching all afternoon
in an attempt to get to quarterback Brian Tolliver.
Frustration, frustration.
That's been the key word for John Tobey all afternoon,
trying to get to that quarterback,
and he's been unable to do it.
He's got blood in his mouth and blood in his eyes and frustration in his heart.
Guards, you gotta let me out of here!
CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
Hut, hut, 25.
And the pass unfortunately is incomplete.
There'll be a second attempt now for the 32.
Tolliver brings Memphis out of the huddle...
ALL: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey!
The ball is snapped.
ALL: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
He's gonna kill somebody.
(EXCLAIMING)
Tobey's pointing a finger at Tolliver,
and Tolliver's yelling something back at him,
and you can bet your bottom dollar
it's not an invitation to dinner.
Tobey is being double and triple-teamed as he struggles violently...
ALL: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
... to bring down the offensive line.
Tobey's linemen are being totally forgotten
as he appears to have only one goal. ALL: Tobey! Tobey!
Keep it down!
And that's getting old number 16 from Memphis.
I told you to shut up!
It's become a battle of wills between number 51
and those Memphis linemen whose job it is to protect Brian Tolliver.
CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
The tension continues to grow between these two teams.
The LA Cougars go right up the offensive line to fight valiantly
to stop this Memphis attack.
(HULK GROWLING)
I told you to shut up!
Oh, my God!
(ROARING)
Second and seven.
Tolliver hands off to his halfback, and the play is stopped.
... in a passing situation.
We'll see if John Tobey continues to play.
It looks like the penalty against the Cougars has given Memphis a shot
and still another first down when it appeared that they may have been done.
Blue 25.
Hut, hut.
Time for a big change...
Tobey is slamming the defensive linemen,
and is he a madman, trying to break through to Tolliver!
Cougars are calling Tobey back to the defensive huddle,
but he just can't wait till the next play.
Fifty-three, red dog.
Red dog? Down here? Man, are you crazy?
Fifty-three, red dog. I'm gonna kill that quarterback this time.
Break. ALL: Break!
CROWD: (CHANTING) Tobey! Tobey! Tobey! Tobey!
Blue 25.
Last chance to score for Memphis. LA holding this drive.
Tolliver going to signals.
What the hell is that?
Ladies and gentlemen, there is someone...
Something out there now, and...
Tobey is furiously swinging at Brian Tolliver, and then...
I don't understand this.
The other players have noticed it, too,
but before they can get to him,
Tobey has been stopped, and he's picked up
by whatever that thing is that's come out onto the field.
With Tobey over his shoulder, he's crossing the 20, the 15.
The Cougar players are trying to stop him,
but they seem totally helpless.
He's got number 22, Watson, by his jersey.
He's literally carrying him along.
He throws Bronson aside and continues on.
He's at the 10, the five and into the end zone with Tobey like a broken doll,
swung over his shoulder.
He puts Tobey down in the end zone.
The other players start to move in, but he turns and faces them.
(ROARING)
And he let's out a terrifying sound.
And he's begun... He's... He's...
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not sure exactly what's happening now,
but that thing that carried Johnny Tobey into the end zone
is now turning his attention on this crowd.
No one knows where he came from and why,
and none of us have ever seen anything like that before.
He's heading out now into the western end of the coliseum,
beneath the seats, and security people are heading that way, too.
Johnny Tobey is being helped off the field by his teammates.
(ANNOUNCER SIGHING)
Memphis still holds a seven-to-nothing lead,
but the LA Cougars are gonna have to adjust to the loss of Tobey
as the events of these last few moments are gonna have an effect on both these teams.
Boy, they got an effect on me. I can tell you that.
(ROARING)
I think you're trapped, David.
Uh-huh. I think I'll surrender,
and I think I will also make a strategic withdrawal.
I have to go by the stadium and get some things before I leave.
You have to leave?
Well, now that the season's over,
I was gonna go up to Big Bear and do some fishing.
Oh, I'd really love that, but I can't.
Why not?
Well, John, I'm afraid that there may be some publicity
about what happened to you in Dr. Stewart's hypnotherapy sessions.
I'd just as soon that none of that spilled over on me.
Good luck to you, David.
And I'm sorry you lost to Memphis.
Hey, wait till next year.
Bye-bye.
Bye, David.
Because of you, John's getting the right kind of help now.
Whatever it is that's wrong, that's troubling you,
I hope you work it out.
Thank you. Bye-bye.
Bye. Bye.