I've always had my shit together. Always.
My problem has been that I couldn't lift it.
I've got to go home.
Oh, you're going to be a party pooper?
It's OK. Some pro quarterbacks drink all night long.
I know.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, Paul. Here, don't you want to take one with you?
Lock it up!
- Lock it up! - Lock it up now.
Lock up. Turn off radios.
- Turn off the radio. - Lock it up!
Come on, boy. Move.
Want to be tucked in?
There's nothing I can do for you, Crewe got to the warden.
Captain, if you put me back in the general population, one of those guys'll kill me.
That's what happens to finks. You've got Crewe to thank for that.
He blew the whistle on you.
On you specifically.
- You got the problem. - I can help you!
Split right. Full back, dive right. On one, ready?
Go left! Go left! Go round!
Twenty-eight.
Hut!
Way to go, way to go!
- Let's go! - Set!
Hut!
All right.
General call for lock-up.
- Let's do it! That's my team! - All prisoners return to their cells.
Shop period 5 will begin in 10 minutes.
In ten minutes, we expect all men in shop period 5 to meet outside cell block...
Cell block 3A will take first call for dinner.
Dinner rotation will start with cell block 3A.
We don't know enough about these guys.
Why don't we take another look at the X-rays?
The medical files are on my bed, get them, will you?
- Who do you see playing flanker? - Miller.
Get the goddamn key!
Warden! Warden!
Bring that key!
Come on, get him out of there.
Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
we commend the soul of James "Caretaker" Farrell.
And now, the peace of God which passeth all understanding,
shall guard your hearts and souls.
Unto our God and Father be glory for ever and ever.
Amen.
Good afternoon, fellow inmates, correctional officers,
honoured guests, ladies and gentlemen.
This is Matt "Killer"Farrell broadcasting on the Interstate Correctional Facility,
the communication broadcasting system of your state prison.
This is part of Warden Rudolph Hazen's progressive rehabilitation programme.
This is indeed an historic occasion as we sit here
in this marvellous Edward J. Hazen memorial stadium
provided for us by our warden, Rudolph Hazen.
All right. Stand up for the warden.
Just so you'll know,
we've posted armed guards all along the wall
and at the public end of the field.
So if any of you were thinking of mingling with the civilians
and wandering off with the crowd at the end of the game,
we will shoot you.
Have a nice game, boys.
See you on the field, Superstar.
All right, now it's our turn.
Here's a surprise from the Caretaker.
Come on. Come on.
Born free
and life is worth living
but only worth living
'cause you're
born free
Thanks to the men of cell block C, affectionately known as
the Citrus State Cheerios.
The teams are coming onto the field.
First, the Guards' defensive unit, led by Captains Rassmeusen and Bogdanski.
Leading out the offensive unit, the Guards' coach and captain,
Wilhelm Knauer.
Let's hear it for Warden Rudolph Hazen
who has sponsored today's progressive contest.
Let's get the ball game going.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Mean Machine.
They stole our new uniforms.
They got our uniforms.
That's right.
...all time great, quarterback for the Mean Machine,
Paul "Wrecking" Crewe.
The balance of the Mean Machine with coach, Nate Scarboro.
Please stand and join Mike Syke in the singing of our national anthem.
What are you dressed up for, Hallowe'en?
I figured if you get far enough ahead, you'd let this middle-aged kid have some fun.
Bullshit!
- Call it. - Heads.
It is a head. You've won the toss and may elect to...
How did you steal our uniforms?
Cute, aren't they?
Have a good clean game.
So no matter what,
just keep sticking it to them.
- Now, who are we? - The Mean Machine.
The Mean Machine.
Mean Machine.
Hit that dirt!
One, two, one, two.
- Ready, go! - Hold them out and don't let 'em score
Check them out Hold them out and don't let 'em score
Check them out Hold them out
and don't let 'em score
Three. Twenty-five.
Hut! Hut!
Kick was blocked by Granville.
The score now is Guardsmen 6, Mean Machine 0.
Guardsmen kick off.
Good defence. Way to go.
Here! Here!
At the fourth down and a prize attack.
Mean Machine serpentines up to the line of scrimmage.
Scrimmage is first and ten.
Tighten the line. Move it.
All right, here come the bad guys. Pick 'em up.
Set! Hut!
...in the end zone for two points and a slashing tackle by number 61.
- Bogdanski? - Bogdanski.
Who's supposed to stop him?
- I am. - Right.
...goes out there in front of him.
A free kick. Charlie Blue Eyes kicks.
Taken at the Guards' 40.
And he goes down for an 18-yard drop back.
He's dropped for a five-yard loss, by number 66, Wilbur Gillan.
...and he's fumbled.
A Machine ball on their own 32.
He's making the pass.
He's hit by a vicious diving tackle by Bogdanski.
It's going to be a penalty for Bogdanksi for hitting before the pass.
So ladies and gentlemen, that signals the end of the first quarter.
...Mean Machine nothing.
Ball goes back to Crewe, he's waiting to pass...
Scores!
Damn!
Settle down. Good hands. Here we go.
Loose showboat on the centre snap. We're going to fake it. Ready?
And the Mean Machine will now line up for the touchdown attempt.
That makes the score eight to seven in favour of the Guardsmen.
Listen, guys. If they fake the Walking Boss, cover me.
- I gotta get that bastard. - Bury that son of a bitch.
First and ten on their own 31.
Wilhelm Knauer. He's dropped for a two-yard loss on the 29-yard line.
Give me the brass knuckles.
Take a good whiff. Take a good whiff. How many fingers?
- Three. - Great.
If that Levitt comes up the middle again, I'm going to clothesline him.
Now's the time.
- Four three Mau Mau. Ready? - Hey, hey, hey.
Receiver. Set! Hut!
Ball goes to Knauer...
Levitt was clotheslined, and he is not moving.
I think I broke his fucking neck.
I think he broke his fucking neck.
I told you I broke his fucking neck.
I think he broke his fucking neck.
Sonny, if Knauer drops back to punt, nail him.
You bet your ass. I'll get him.
We need the ball.
A little bit of safety here. A timid or chicken kind of football.
Ball goes to Knauer and he's smashed down.
Give me a break, OK?
Did you see that? Are you blind? You're supposed to be impartial.
Shit! Might as well be a goddamn try-out for you.
Third and long. He likes to throw on the flat.
And the half ends with the score: Guardsmen 15, Mean Machine 13.
We'll have the half-time statistics for you in a few moments,
but right now it's time for our gala half-time activities.
- Any suggestions, sir? - Give your team a pep talk!
Yes, sir.
You've got to be a football hero
To get along with a beautiful girl
You gotta be a touchdown getter you bet
If you want to get a baby to pet
Hey, Crewe! What kind of football you call that?
Same kind you're playing.
We've let you mothers slide, now we're going to hang you out to dry.
Hey, Wilhelm. Hang loose.
Those bastards were good.
- Come on, damn it. - Let's go.
Call yourselves a football team? Bunch of candy-asses.
They're laughing at you next door. Listen.
What about Mawabe! He's a bigshot, man...
Just what the hell do you think you're doing?
You wanted a game, you got one.
I never mentioned winning.
You never said anything about losing, either.
I'll spell it out.
We've got Unger in custody.
- He's confessed to killing Caretaker. - What?
He said you knew all about it.
But you didn't notify Captain Knauer.
And that makes you an accessory.
- You're full of crap. - You sent Caretaker to that cell.
You are an accessory to murder.
You could be looking at twenty years, and counting.
Bullshit! There's no way that would stick in court.
No? Mister Crewe, you could be in this institution until you're old and grey,
or until you're dead, whichever's first, I can promise you that.
You're going to lose the game. And I want a 21-point spread.
I can't do that.
Of course you can.
You've done it before.
If I give you the 21 points,
will you call off the dogs?
The dogs?
If you've got the game in the bag, you tell your guys to coast.
I don't want any of my men hurt.
You have my word.
Once we get the 21 points.
You know, there's only one thing I'm sorry about.
What's that?
That you're not playing, knocking heads.
I'm afraid I'm a little too old for that.
No. You never had the guts to begin with.
You're playing like a bunch of girls. Every one of you. Candy-asses.
You know who's beating you out there?
Scum's beating you out there. Scum.
And that's the lowest part of the world.
Those are the criminals and rapists. The murderers.
You're supposed to represent law and order.
- You're supposed to... - Listen to this shit.
He thinks he's Rockne.
You're letting the flag down.
Go out there and do something about it. Offence and defence play together.
Let's go now. Come on!
- You're guaranteed a 21-point spread. - What?
Because of your performance, I was forced to make a deal.
In the second half we can beat them.
I don't care what you think. You'll do as I told you.
Mister Crewe will do the same.
Yes, sir.
When you and your mental midgets are 21 points ahead,
I want you to inflict as much painful damage on the prisoners as possible.
So you understand, before this game is over,
I want every prisoner in this institution to know what I mean by power,
and who controls it.
Do we understand each other?
Yes, sir.
It's 15- 13
and the second half of a surprisingly close ball game is about to begin.
...ball goes down and is taken by number 36.
Set! Hut!
...goes straight back, he's getting good protection and is looking for the receiver.
Throw the ball, man. I'm open. Crewe!
Crewe!
Crewe! Oh, shit!
- I own that hamburger. Pass it. - I was open. Can't you see?
Enough. I'm calling the plays.
Hut!
First and ten for the Guards in opposition territory.
All right. No sweat.
Crewe has been poor in this last series of plays.
Something seems to have happened to him.
That last pass wasjust not a Paul Crewe pass.
Come on, we'll get it back.
Touchdown!
Stick it to 'em. He's going to choke.
Paul Crewe looking to pass. Gets a pass off and it's short.
It's short and it's picked off by number 21.
We got it! We got it!
It's another touchdown for the Guards, bringing their score to 28,
to thirteen for the Mean Machine.
- What's happening? - I'm having a bad day.
- Bad day? - Yes. Have you never had one?
Get off my back.
Set! Hut!
- Ball snaps back and there's a fumble... - Fumble, fumble!
- What is that? - You call yourself good!
Why did you change uniform? Bullshit.
Paul Crewe is taking himself out of the ball game.
Paul Crewe is limping badly. He's limping off the field.
Pop Steadman's bringing him to the bench.
We may have seen the last of Paul Crewe for today.
Let's get this shoe off and look at that ankle.
I could give him one of my empis. I'd knock his head off.
I could be inside making wallets.
Doesn't feel broken. Somebody step on it or did you twist it?
- Twisted it. - Golden boy? Superstar?
To think we fought Granny for this crap.
Really sold us out, didn't you, Crewe?
Anybody can see he's throwing the game.
Pull 'em down, go, let's go.
Let's go.
...at the line of scrimmage. Less than an inch for a touchdown.
The ball is going back to Keller...
A touchdown for the Guards, making the score 35 to 13.
With 5 minutes 58 left in the third quarter, which has been all Guardsmen,
the score is 35 for the Guardsmen and 13 for the Mean Machine.
No point.
With 5.58 left in the third period,
the score remains 35 for the Guardsmen and 13 for the Mean Machine.
Kill that Indian mother! Get that Indian by the boots! Get him over!
Good blocking. Keep it up. Keep it up.
Come on now.
Guards'ball, third and two on their own 37-yard line.
Knauer takes the pass and throws it to Levitt...
...Levitt takes the ball and he's going to the Mean Machine 30-yard line...
...on me. Jesus Christ! Another injury.
Come on.
...number 74, Shop Steward, is badly hurt, bleeding badly from the mouth.
...ball goes back to Knauer, who hands off 11 for another long gain.
...another injury...
...and it's Sonny Tannen. He seems to be badly shaken up.
Crybaby son of a bitch!
Time! Another man down.
Superstar, what kind of deal did you make this time? What did Hazen promise?
They're killing those guys out there and you don't even care.
He's right, Crewe. You fooled the hell out of me.
I trusted you and you let me down.
I know you don't give a shit about nothing, but I didn't think you'd sell us out.
Granny, better get back in there.
Four three inside flank. Ready? Break.
Ball's on the Mean Machine 48-yard line.
...ball's gone to Knauer, he hands off 44...
...he's picking one up...
- What is it? - Broken collarbone.
- You sure? - I'm sure.
Officials are trying to break up that fight, getting pretty rough in there.
Granny Granville is hurt. He's holding his shoulder and appears to be badly hurt.
Probably a broken bone, but he is on his feet.
Satisfied now?
Jesus, Sonny!
The officials will assess the penalty. 15 yards for unsporting conduct.
- Hey, Pop. - Yeah?
That time you hit Hazen in the mouth, was it worth it?
Was it worth 30 years?
Yeah. For me it was.
Well, give me my goddamn shoe.
Wait a minute.
Paul Crewe, number 22, is going back into the game for the Mean Machine.
All right. New quarterback. Shok, you're on the bench. Move over. Here we go.
- Makes no difference where you go. - Fuck you.
Look who's back. It's the baby boy.
- Set! - Set, my ass.
What is he trying to pull?
- Hut! - Uh-uh.
Get that Superstar.
Behind the line of scrimmage for a six-yard goal.
Show 'em who's boss. Get them. They ain't shit.
That's how it is?
They're in a huddle now. There's the gun ending the third quarter.
That's the quarter. Let's change ends.
Ball goes to Crewe. He's going to pass on fourth and long-yard it.
...holds the ball and goes up the middle.
Crewe goes up the middle...
That's it, Paul.
- The line is set... - Hut!
...he's going up the centre.
Shotgun left. Shotgun.
Hut! Hut!
Crewe's looking for a receiver.
Where's he going?
There's a figure that graced the Polo Grounds for years.
What are you guys so surprised about?
I'm not letting you have all the fun.
Bootleg on one. Ready? Break.
OK. Come on. Looks good. Keep it alive.
Set!
Hut!
There's a first down on the 20-yard line.
Your confidence back?
- Get Scarboro. - Son of a bitch.
Ball goes back to Crewe, he's waiting to pass...
...by Bogdanski. Bogdanski hit Nate Scarboro a cheap shot.
A reprehensible action.
Cheap shot!
Let me at the son of a bitch.
Old Double O is down and seems badly hurt.
How is it, Nate?
I love it. After all these years, my first touchdown.
It's got to be his knee. I heard it pop.
- Get him up. - You'll be OK. Hang in there.
Hey, Paul. You've got to do it.
- Screw Hazen! - Don't worry. He'll get his.
Good old Nate Scarboro.
One of the most beloved men this institution has had.
The extra point kick is good.
Tightening that score now to 35 to 20.
Blue Eyes can kick the ball ten yards, can someone fall on it?
- Right on. - Then let's go!
Charlie Blue Eyes approaches the ball and kicks...
It's an on-side kick...
And it's recovered for the Mean Machine.
Shut up. Shut up!
You're stinking the place up.
- Can we take 'em? - Yeah!
Split right. On two. Ready?
Set!
Hut!
Ball goes back to Crewe. Crewe hands off to number 30...
...23 yards. Crewe's down on the ten-yard line.
A beautiful piece of razzle-dazzle.
Paul Crewe reached into his bag of tricks that time, folks.
Charlie Blue Eyes splits the uprights and that makes it 35 to 27.
- How we doing? - Fine.
There you go, Nate.
I heard you were on your way in.
Hey, did they tell you about my touchdown?
We repeat, with five minutes and four seconds left in the fourth quarter,
there is now only an eight-point difference.
- Here we go. - Can you drop-kick from here?
- I could try. - Drop-kick?
It's fourth and four and we're going to drop-kick.
Shotgun. Drop-kick, on one. Ready?
...he's got to come up with something different.
Ball goes back to Charlie Blue Eyes...
I haven't seen one of those in years.
- What was that? - A drop-kick.
- How much does that count? - Three points.
For that? Bullshit!
The score stands Guards 35, Mean Machine 30.
Fourth and 21 for the Mean Machine on their own 39.
Crewe is feigning...
...and he dumps off another pass.
...Bogdanski saves a touchdown.
Bogdanski is really wreaking havoc on that Mean Machine team.
Quiet down. Now, listen to me.
We're going to let Bogdanski come right through. Nobody touch him. Got it?
I want to try something. If it works, everybody hit him. Right?
- Right. - Split right. All curl, on one. Ready?
Red left!
Blue 69!
Set!
...throws the ball directly at Bogdanski's groin.
- Get off him. - That's bullshit!
They're unravelling the tangle now,
and there's a penalty against the Mean Machine for roughness,
and that pass sure didn't look like it was an accident.
Bogdanski is staggering, but he is up and on his feet.
OK. We've got fifteenth. Let's huddle up on the ball. Huddle up.
Unbelievable.
Hey, Bog. Get out of here.
- Come on. - I know what I'm doing.
- Worked once, got to work again. Right? - Right.
All right. One more time, on two. Ready?
It's third and 32 for the Mean Machine.
Set! Hut!
Ball goes back to Crewe...
Crewe hits Bogdanski with the ball right in the...
...in the nether regions.
Once again, Bogdanski is down, the Mean Machine is dirty.
- He's not breathing. - Do something. Try mouth-to-mouth.
- You want to? - No way.
Ambulance. Help!
They are taking Bogdanski off the field in an ambulance.
He pushed him!
You can't see, you blind son of a bitch.
Hey, Walking Boss, here's your crying towel.
You big fat-assed son of a bitch.
Go get off and stay off.
First down.
Time out.
Jesus!
- Scooter, you want to hit somebody? - Yeah.
All right. Tackle eligible.
Mawabe, talk to me.
- What are you doing? - One step off the line.
- I'll step on the line. - Right. On one. Ready?
Machine's ball, first and ten on the Guards' 31-yard line.
Blue 28!
...less than one minute 57 seconds left.
Hut!
Protest that play!
Crewe, call time.
Time. Time. Time, ref. Time.
First and goal on the one-yard line,
as Crewe calls time out, with...
...40 seconds left on the clock.
Mean Machine! Mean Machine!
Mean Machine!
Quiet down. Split right... Joe Jack!
Split right, sweep left. On one. Ready?
Blue 28! Blue 28!
Set! Hut!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is really a ball game.
This is a great ball team.
They're giving these Guardsmen the fight of their lives.
Split right, roll out right, option pass. Be waiting, Mace.
On two, on two. Ready?
- Second and goal. - Blue 20.
Blue 20. Set! Hut!
Crewe feigns the pass...
...and he throws...
...stopping the clock again with 16 seconds left.
Flip right, dive left, Indian.
Now, if we don't make it, everybody yell time.
Everybody yell time. On one. Ready?
Blue 29! Blue 29! Set!
Ball goes back to Crewe...
Time! Time!
Crewe calls for his third and last time out
with seven seconds left on the clock.
Mean Machine! Mean Machine!
Where the hell's he going?
Let's find out.
Crewe has taken his last time out and he's heading toward the bench.
He's heading toward the bench followed by his entire offensive unit.
Most unusual...
I don't know what they're doing, it's silent as a church.
It looks more like a prayer meeting than a huddle.
Whatever happens, regardless of the outcome,
this has been one fantastic showing.
We've come too far together to stop now.
For Granny, for Nate,
for Caretaker, let's do it.
Mean Machine!
Mean Machine! Mean Machine!
- Hold it down! - Cool it!
Set!
Hut!
Thirty-six, thirty-five, in favour of the Mean Machine.
Ladies and gentlemen,
like the fabled phoenix of old...
Mean Machine! Mean Machine!
- You know, you guys ain't half bad. - You're right.
Fuck you, boy.
Not today, boss.
History.
We stopped 'em. We are number one!
Where's your goddamn power theory now?
He's trying to escape.
- Oh, shit! - Officer!
- Crewe! - I'm talking to you!
Crewe!
He's trying to escape. Shoot him!
- Crewe! - You going to let him escape? Shoot.
- Shoot him, you... Shoot him! - Crewe!
- Kill him! Kill that son of a bitch!
Shoot him!
Game ball.
Stick this in your trophy case.
I knew you could do it!
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