The Longest Yard Page #6

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- 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 f***ing neck.

I think he broke his f***ing neck.

I told you I broke his f***ing neck.

I think he broke his f***ing 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.

Sh*t. 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 sh*t.

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.

Crewe. Oh, sh*t.

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 b*tch.

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 sh*t about nothing,

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