All language subtitles for The A-Team S01E04

Tonight is fight night.

How do you award it?

The warden of that prison in Florida is
forcing the prisoners to fight to the death.

Well, kid, it looks like
you just hired the A-Team.

Saturday night, we're gonna
have a fight to the death.

I've been commissioned by the Senate of these here
United States to write a thesis on several prisons.

- I just found out
you're not really Dr. Pepper.
- Not Dr. Pepper?

- Trash bag!
- We've got a break situation here.

Ten years ago, a crack commando unit
was sent to prison by a military court...

for a crime they didn't commit.

These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security
stockade to the Los Angeles underground.

Today, still wanted by the government,
they survive as soldiers of fortune.

If you have a problem, if no one else
can help, and if you can find them...

maybe you can
hire... the A-Team.

Get him! Get him!

Get him! Okay, get him!

Maim him! Just-Just maim him!

He's goin' down, Warden. This time
old Jase is gonna stop that boy for good.

Keep that tape rollin'.
Three grand a copy.

Okay! Okay!

How do you award it?

- Kill him!
- Kill him, Jase!

Finish him off, son.

Finish him off, boy.

I don't want to
do it, Mr. Beale.

And I don't care if you
shoot me. I won't do it.

Jase, Lieutenant Trask here's gonna
give you regulation clothes, okay?

And you got an hour start. Then
I gotta announce a prison break.

That's our bargain. I'm holding
up my end. Better get goin'.

Hold it!

This here's my watch.

You got exactly
one-hour head start.

Go!

Seem like about an hour?

Let's call it in, Red.

Sneed, this is Leo.

We got us a prison break. The
boy's headin' up Carver's Road.

You wanna see if you can scare up a
posse? Hey, we're mounted and ready.

Out. All right, he's on
Carver Canyon Road.

Now he'll be up in Box
Canyon in about five minutes.

Now y'all are legalized deputies
of this county, so good huntin', huh?

Okay. Let's get him! Let's go!

I'll make it. I'll make
it. I won't make it.

I ain't got no time
to make no ashtrays.

Neither do I. But since I've been put in
charge of arts and crafts, I'll make time.

I gotta go.

Hey, Joey, what'd you and
your mother hear from Jase?

Nothin'.

There he is now.

Where you been, Joey? I had to go
down to the center and check in with B.A.

B.A. Baracus in
a day care center?

That big, tough dude, what's he doin'
down there? He's making ashtrays.

It beats making
trouble, don't it, Jase?

B.A., you son of
a gun. Come on in.

How are you? Good, good,
good, good, good, good.

He tells me you busted up a bar in
Florida. Got 30 days in Strikersville.

You don't know
the half of it, B.A.

You see, that warden, he had
a whole different plan for me.

My 30 days turned
into five years.

- I mean, they turned
my whole life upside down.
- You busted out?

Don't mess in my
mud, B.A. I'm poison.

You been throwin' your life
away, that's your business.

But you're gonna get your little
brother here in trouble trying to help you.

Well, he is my brother. And I
don't have any place else to go.

Jase Tataro!

We got you surrounded!

They followed you, Joey.
Damn it, I told you to be careful.

B.A., you got to get
him out of here now.

We can blow you away right
here and now if you want, Jase.

Save us a lot of trouble
if we did blow him away.

Warden wants him in
one piece... You know that.

Now you can come
on out of there.

No! No! They'll kill him!

- They'll kill him!
- They're killing him, Andre.

They're killing a
perfectly wonderful career.

I got a big-time
feature to produce.

I've got agents like you
hawking me all day long.

Now your client
is a big riskola.

Okay, the whole Aquamaniac
disaster, we'll own that.

But we all know that John
was having emotional problems.

Your script... Sinbad
Goes To Mars...

Is absolutely beautiful...

and John is perfect
casting as the Martian.

Uh... hmm.

- Let's go. I need you.
- This, uh...

One of my... Another
one of my clients.

I'll take care of the check.
I'll phone you, Andre.

That guy produces most of the
monster pictures in Hollywood.

I was being my own
agent. It was beautiful.

We're on a case. What
case? Who's the client?

Oh, I see. He's got a
lot of money, has he?

He's got nothin'. His brother's about to be murdered
at a Florida prison, and we're gonna get him out.

You gotta hear this kid's story, Hannibal. He
says the warden of that prison in Florida...

is forcing the prisoners
to fight to the death.

We're gonna get him out, Hannibal.
You got a problem with that?

I didn't say I had a problem,
B.A. I'm just saying...

if we want to stay out of the federal
slammer, we gotta screen our clients.

- I'm calling for a vote. I say we take a vote on this case.
- How can we vote on it?

- We don't even know what it is.
- We vote because I say we vote.

- Could we make that a secret ballot?
- No!

I say we get Jase out of
prison for Joey. All in favor?

I said, all in favor.

Well, I, uh, uh...
You know, I...

Well, sure, I'd favor that.

Well, they don't let
crazy people vote.

They take that right away
from you when you're committed.

We are also immune to fear.

We can't hook up emotionally to
the concept of cerebral damage.

I'm gettin' tired of this rap, Murdock.
You're tired of it? How do you think I feel?

I have to listen to it all day.

I think it's a hell of a story. And if
we can prove it, I get front page.

You see, I got this real shot at playing
the Martian in Sinbad Goes To Mars.

Don't matter. You're out-voted anyway. Come
on, let's go. We gotta get out of here.

Well, kid, it looks like
you just hired the A-Team.

That script stunk anyway. I have
to have some creative standard.

We gotta get you a cover,
Face, to get into that slammer.

Get a book on prison reform.

Any book? No. It has
to be a recent one...

and by an author who's
never been published before.

We'll get copies at the book
store. I know the routine. Let's go.

Go on, son.

Well, Jase said this Warden
Beale picks prisoners that are tough.

Tries him out by having one of the
guys in the yard pick a fight with him.

If they do well, he separates them
from the other prisoners and trains them.

Then he makes
them fight to the death.

Like them gladiators
in Rome, man.

How did Jase get away?

Well, if they win, they let you
go free, and then they hunt you.

They try to kill you.

Jase was the first
one to get away.

Jase is real tough, Hannibal.
He grew up in my neighborhood.

- He was the baddest cat around
until I showed up.
- Still is.

He's my brother.
Everyone says, "Yeah.

Jase, he's-he's real
tough and mean."

But he's not.

He's...

That's okay, Joey. That's okay. I'm
gonna help you, me and my friends here.

It's okay. It's okay.

But what if they kill him
before you can get to him?

All we can do is our best.
But we'll give it a 100% try, son.

We found a book called The
Reformed Convict by Dwight Pepper.

Dr. Pepper? Are you kidding?

It's his first book. He's a
doctor of psychology from LSU.

Face, you're the good doctor.

Let's go. We'll drop Joey at
home and get on down there.

A new record... Coast
to coast in 38 hours.

The town's kinda small.
Somehow I expected a house or two.

That's the city limits sign.
The town is up the road.

Ambitious. Lay it
out for me, Face.

Now, uh, Murdock, B.A., Hannibal,
you rent the car and get arrested.

Now Amy and I, we'll
scan the stuff we need...

and get to you guys with the
stuff you need for the escape.

We gotta break out of jail
with Jase before the fight.

If we don't, then, uh, B.A.
could be in big trouble.

Yeah, he's also in big trouble
if you and B.A. get separated.

If that happens, you aren't gonna
win the fight or see what's going on.

Don't worry. I got a plan
that will keep us together.

Let's go. Jase could
be dead already.

Let her rip, B.A.

Gettin' arrested in this
burg is the easy part.

Well, now, where you boys from?

Drop dead, sir.

I want these guys, Billy.

Now you call Judge Bell and you
tell him that I got me some Yankees...

plowin' through town doin'
80. I thought we were doin' 85.

He ain't gonna like it, Norm. You know
what he said about bustin' Yankees.

Nobody talks to us like
that when we been drinkin'...

especially no
dust-covered country cop.

All right, get 'em out there! You're
under arrest! Drunk and disorderly!

You're resisting arrest... Calm...
Calm down, Norm! Calm down.

We got big trouble, man. They
been screamin' all up the state.

Now you heard the judge. He's gonna
send a senate investigator down here...

and we are gonna get fired, man.

Just get in the car
and calm down.

What's goin' on, Hannibal? I don't
know. But I'll bet I can change his mind.

Jase could be gettin' murdered while we
stand around here trying to get arrested.

Give me the keys.

You're under arrest.
You're under arrest!

You guys are all goin' to jail!

Thank you.

All right, everybody out.

Hey, you, boy, I said get out.

If you're talking to him,
you're wasting your time.

He's deaf. He's also a mute.

Oh, yeah. I remember getting a
note on that from the courthouse.

So which one of you
two is the interpreter, huh?

Sadly, that duty falls on me.

Well, tell him to stop leaving
his butt prints in my van.

Sign language
requires the entire body.

If you want him out of there,
you're going to have to uncuff me.

- Hey. Say, what's he run,
about, uh, 220?
- I haven't the faintest idea.

Well, tell him to get in line and follow us
into the yard, 'cause we're gonna check in.

That boy looks like a
candidate for the fight program.

Got his file?

Deaf and mute?

Yep. That other guy, uh, John Smith, can
talk to him. He knows that sign language.

Hairdresser.

You mean to tell me that animal is
traveling around with a hairdresser?

I wonder if that mute's
as tough as he looks?

I'll tell you what, you have
Jackhammer Jackson try him out.

If he looks like he can handle himself, I'm
gonna file assault charges against him...

upgrade his sentence
two years for fighting.

Soon as they get through with the
psychiatric check-in, I'll get it done.

- Tractor.
- You don't really see a tractor, do you, Murdock?

You're right. I was just
guessing. Well, don't guess.

What does it look like?

Ink. It looks like ink. See, I've
been doin' these most of my life...

off and on...

and I don't see
nothin', so I just guess.

It looks like a
butterfly, don't it?

See, there's the wings
and there's the head.

Hey.

Yeah. Yeah, I see that.

- Yeah, it's a butterfly!
- Good.

Butterfly. Now what do you see?

Garbage bag.

Empty garbage bag.

I'd like a trash bag, please, if you
have one. I really could use a trash bag.

All the way from Los Angeles,
California, to Strikersville, Florida.

I'm doing a story
on prison reform.

Actually, I was supposed
to meet Dwight Pepper here.

The story relates to his
concepts on prison reform.

Unfortunately, I guess he got
hung up at the airport. Have a seat.

Thank you.

Dwight Pepper? Isn't he that dude that wrote
that cream-cheese book about coddling prisoners?

Teach them how to do
needlepoint, bake biscuits?

I have his book right here.

I already read it.

Couldn't get past
the second chapter.

You, uh, don't mind...

if I confirm your credentials,
do you, Miss Allen?

Please do.

You one of the new fish, huh?

That's right. Turn
out your pockets, boy.

What you got is mine.

What's your name, friend? Deke, and
I ain't your friend. I'm your boss, boy.

I'll tell you what
you are, Deke.

You're a guy traveling Mach
one to a pine box. Tough guy, huh?

He's a tough guy.

Got a cigarette, Deke?

I'll just take the pack.

What have you seen
of Jase Tataro, Deke?

It don't pay to ask
questions on this cell block.

See ya, Deke.

Turn out our pockets, man.
What is this, an opening ritual?

I wasn't talkin' to you,
punk. I was talkin' to him.

Turn out your pockets, man.

Oh, he doesn't have anything
in his pockets you want.

I wasn't talkin to you.
I was talkin' to him.

If you're talking to him, you are
talking to me, because he's deaf.

He's also a mute. He
can't even read lips.

But if you'd like me to
translate for you, I'll be happy to.

You want him to
turn out his pockets?

- What did he say?
- You don't want to hear it. It wasn't very nice.

Okay, okay.

He said, "Your mother works street corners and
you're so ugly, flies wouldn't land on you."

I told you it wasn't very nice.

He also said that you're a chicken-hearted
lowlife who sleeps in pig slop, and your sister...

Okay, okay. I get the point.

- Three-minute rounds?
- No.

Damn! I never saw such quick combinations in
my life. That boy may be better than Jase.

The only trouble is you can't talk
to him without the other guy, Smith.

Tell you what... You,
uh, keep 'em together.

Put 'em in the fight program.

Get on the phone,
spread the word.

Saturday night, we're gonna
have a fight to the death.

Tell 'em a thousand
dollars buys one seat.

Mr. Pepper, I don't have
no time for you today.

That's Dr. Pepper,
like in the "sody" pop.

Hey, look, Warden, I done a little
research on Strikersville Prison...

and, uh, quite frankly the incidence of
violent deaths that abound here about...

suggest to me that you have severe
shortcomings in your rehabilitation program.

I ain't about to discuss my prison with
some, uh, university, uh, "peniologist"...

who don't know anything
about problems we face here.

Warden Beale, I'm gonna lay
this out for you once and only once.

I've been commissioned by the Senate of these here
United States to write a thesis on several prisons...

Strikersville bein' one of them,
and, uh, I must tell you, sir...

that I am, uh, mighty appalled by what
I've discovered is goin' on down here.

In the past 18 months, there
have been seven prisoners...

who have died from what we might
euphemistically call "mysterious causes"...

Beatings and the
like. Not to mention...

the number of prison breaks that have resulted
in the deaths of the escaping prisoners.

Miss Allen, if y'all don't mind.

I would like to handle
this in my own way.

I appreciate that you're down here to
chronicle my efforts in the national press.

I appreciate that your findings will
be published in 70 syndicated papers...

including the Washington Post, and I am not unmindful
of the public attention y'all can put on my study.

But as an academician, I'm
not here for personal glory...

but to try and effect
meaningful prison reform.

Seventy papers?

Look, uh, I don't wanna
make enemies of you people...

but, uh, you gotta understand
I got my problems here.

Warden Beale, I'm not down
here to try and make trouble for you.

As a matter of fact, I'd be willing to take a look
at your operation in a very favorable light...

if I was to become convinced your rehab
programs were movin' in the right direction.

We have rehab programs
here in Strikersville.

What you got,
Warden, is a laundry...

and y'all punch out license
plates for the state of Florida.

What do ya want from me?

Well, I'd... I'd like to suggest the implementation
of what we call "sensitivity rehabilitation."

It's all in my book.

You mean, uh,
cooking, junk like that?

Cooking is excellent.
It's a creative endeavor.

Now at Leavenworth, they've had tremendous success
with the hair-styling concept. Absolutely incredible.

It's in my book under "Decreased Inmate
Violence Through Personal Grooming."

You... You gotta
be putting me on.

You mean to tell me you want me to start
a hairdressing "saloon" here in prison?

How about ballet class?
You want one of those?

As a matter of fact, dance class and
painting class have been quite effective...

I have heard enough.

That tears it. I ain't gonna
listen to no more of this.

All right. All right.

You, uh, you do what you like
and I'll do what I have to. Miss Allen?

I can't believe you are willing
to jeopardize your entire career...

because you are unwilling to
experiment with new prison techniques.

That's simply fascinating.

Hold it. That thing
been on all the time?

Dr. Pepper? Uh, come on
in here a minute, will you?

You know, I was just thinking. We had a prisoner
check in today that had hair-styling experience.

Thought maybe we'd give it a shot. You come
on over here, and you tell me what y'all need.

Trash bags! I want trash bags!

I want 'em! I want 'em!

I want trash bags!
The guy hasn't shut up!

I want trash bags!

Don't you have any trash bags? Maybe
he'll put his head inside and suffocate.

Trash bags!

Oh. Trash bags?

Gimme a trash bag.

I want a trash bag. Where
do these morons come from?

Hannibal, that's Jase Tataro.

He's alive.

Nice.

But this shampoo
has no protein base.

We'll have more split ends
than a football team. Ha, ha.

Oh, no! Did you
buy all Harrisons?

Can't do a decent blow-dry with a Harrison
Hair Pro. There's no temperature control.

Mr. Smith, the warden is doing the best he can. I
think Warden Beale is being extremely cooperative.

I need reclining salon chairs.
Where are my reclining salon chairs?

Strikersville, Florida don't have no
Montgomery Wards. We did the best we could.

Okay, okay. Then I'll take,
uh, pool chairs or lawn chairs.

The attitude of the head is
the essence of a good cut.

Sneed, uh, go over and pick
up three or four of my pool chairs.

Thank you, Warden.

Warden Beale, I'm
most surely impressed...

with the way you've gone and
embraced these new concepts in penology.

I don't think there's gonna be one
con comin' here and gettin' no haircut.

- Uh, you people got me over a barrel,
but, uh, I think you're nuts.
- That's what they said in Leavenworth.

Now, Warden, everybody
wants to look nice.

It strikes to the central
core of the human condition.

When, uh, people, uh,
look nice, they act nice.

And prisoner violence
will be reduced.

Now if it's all right, I'd like
to see the hospital facilities.

Bye-bye.

How'd you like a little Mohawk
trim, B.A., just to keep me in practice?

How'd you like a little right hook,
Hannibal, just to sorta keep me in practice?

Some more! I want some
more! I want trash bags!

What on earth is that? We have a
new prisoner. He wants trash bags.

Trash bags? Why? I don't know.
I never saw anything like it before.

You give him a trash bag, and he's quiet for a
couple of hours, and then it starts all over again.

Aberrant behavior is fascinating,
medically and clinically, isn't it?

How would you know? I just found
out you're not really Dr. Pepper.

Not Dr. Pepper? Are you kidding?

Of course he's Dr. Pepper.

Except I just got his book from the
warden's office not more than an hour ago.

I was just getting set to
read it, and I noticed this.

So the next question is, if you're not
Dr. Pepper, who the hell are you, honey?

That's the last time I'll be
humiliated by that damn publisher!

Five years of research,
five years of writing...

and Dunn and Mitchell put the
wrong picture on the dust jacket!

I thought they recalled all the
wrong dust covers, Dr. Pepper.

They were supposed
to have been recalled.

Of course, with a New York publisher,
they'll tell you anything. Wrong dust cover?

Yes. Of course. Clean out your
ears. Here, show her the right one.

Oh, well, this one
has your picture on it.

So who's this other guy?

That other guy, as you so
quaintly put it, is Dr. Lloyd Leedoms.

He's a marine biologist or some damn thing. Published a minor
little work entitled, Love Calls of the Pacific Gray Whales.

About six people ever read it.

My book, on the other hand, is
the current bible of penologists...

and the publishers mixed
his photo with mine...

distributed the first printing
with the wrong picture on it!

- Your question is,
"How could this happen?"
- Well, no. I...

My question exactly.

I screamed bloody murder, and they told me... they
promised... that all the books had been recalled!

Oh, it's just
devastating. Really.

Writers get almost no
respect. Almost none.

Would you mind if I-I
took... If I took this jacket?

No. I'm gonna shove it
down my editor's throat.

Promised. He promised me.

- Oh, well, what's a Yankee's
promise worth anyway?
- Nothin'.

Let's take a look at that
trash bag fixation, shall we?

Trash bag! New trash bag!

Trash bag! Trash
bag! Sneed, trash bag.

Trash bag? Tra...

What do you make
of that, Doctor?

Well, I'd like to spend about
an hour with him later on.

I, uh, I got my doctorate
at LSU in neurotic fixations.

I think in about, oh, 20 or 30 minutes I could
tell you whether this boy is really fixated...

or just trying to, uh, Section Eight
into the soft walls of a hospital facility.

I sure would like to
have you try, Doctor.

He's been keeping everybody
on this wing up all night.

Well, I'll take a shot at it
before I leave this evening.

Tell him to take his gloves off
and hold out his wrist. He's leaving.

Leaving? Why are we leaving?

Not you, just him.

Tonight is fight night.

He's gonna get his
chance to fight Jase Tataro.

Is the van ready, Sneed?

Van? Are you kidding? I thought we
were gonna fight right here in the prison.

You tell him to hold his hand
out and you shut your hole, okay?

Or I'll have Sneed deck you
with his billy right here, right now.

I think I should go along to
tell him what's happening.

I think, uh, once he gets hit,
he'll know what's happening.

Now you tell him.

Let's hurry up. We gotta
be there in 20 minutes.

Oh, damn.

What's the matter? Did
you lose your playmate?

No, I-I hate violence.

I just hate it.

What's going on,
man? Where we going?

Well, one of us is gonna
wind up a dead man...

and then the other one is gonna
be sporting game for the crowd.

We gonna bust loose.
You gonna do what I say.

No way out of this.

I got some help. Joey hired me
and some friends to get you out.

We ain't gonna get out of this
one, B.A., neither one of us.

What are you doing here?
This is a restricted area.

Well, do you think I like it?

Doing a cut and blow-dry on a crazy
man. Warden Beale sent me up here.

Well, you'll have to leave. I have
no permission for you to be here.

It's all right. I set it up with
the warden this afternoon.

I thought we'd start by getting
Mr. Murdock here a better self-image.

My self-image is real bad.

A haircut is just what I need in
this time of severe emotional crisis.

There, you see how it works? Now y'all wanna
open the door and let that fellow come on in?

Well, if you're sure, Doctor.

Thank you.

Hey, what... Bring the
trash bags, Murdock.

Hey, what's going on?

You feel free to yell and scream,
but there's nobody around to hear.

It's going down. We
made a little error. What?

They're not gonna fight in the gym. They
just took Jase and B.A. outta here in a van.

That is not a little error,
Hannibal. That is a giant screw-up.

Well, in either case, we gotta get outta here.
Murdock, you and I are gonna go over the wall.

Face, you better get outta
here. Amy is outside in B.A.'s van.

Hopefully, she had the
instinct to follow them.

If she didn't, we're dead.

Hi. Hi.

You know, I have to admit y'all run a
much better prison here than I expected.

Well, I guess I'll just
head on outta here.

Uh, just have to check with
the admitting desk. One moment.

Guard! Get me
outta here! Come on!

Come on, now. They're trying an
escape. Dr. Pepper is in on it. Come on.

Okay.

Bye. So long.

This is Psychiatric Ward.
We've got a break situation here.

Give us a lockdown
and sound the alarms.

Murdock, how did I let
you talk me into this?

I don't know. I have
intermittent memory loss.

Whoa! Ya-hooo!

Hey, great, Murdock, great!

Whoa! Ya-hooo!

Ya-hooo!

To all a merry Christmas
and to all a good night.

Nothing to it. This is
Smith. How you doing, kid?

I'm in a field north of the prison.
There's about 50 cars in front of a barn.

They just took B.A. in a few
minutes ago. Hannibal, it's starting.

Go right on the dirt road
just past Strikersville Junction.

We got ourselves a
challenger, name of Baracus.

Deaf-mute. Just checked in this
week. It's gonna be an interesting fight.

He's got the fastest
hands I've seen in 20 years.

Now I don't know
how to talk to you, boy.

Lessen you get your hands
up, this man is gonna kill you. Go!

Do it, man. My people
ain't gonna fail me.

There's about 50 or 60 of 'em in there and some
of 'em got guns. Well, we got a surprise for them.

Get him! I said get
him, Jase! Get him!

Kill him! Live or die?

I can't breathe.

Get those legs up, sweetheart.
Put your hands in the air.

You, over here.

Nice little shindig,
Warden. But it's over.

I c-can't breathe.

Uh, uh, uh.

Thanks, fellows. I knew
you wouldn't let us down.

He... He ain't a mute anymore.

Just like you ain't
a warden anymore.

That's for a little
boy named Joey.

B.A., bring him out.

Murdock, grab that TV camera.

Okay, everybody on their feet.

It's showtime.

Stand up now and toss your
weapons out into the center.

As in nice and
easy. There you go.

All you boys in the front row... You
wanna sit down, face the camera?

That's right. Wanna give
everybody a chance here.

Murdock, bring that TV
tape and collect Sneed.

Come on, Chips, time to go.

Now you all are gonna
be on the 10:00 news.

It's a tough break,
but that's showbiz.

Okay.

Go!

All right, I owe
you guys my life.

You know, why'd you do it? Why
did you take a chance like that for me?

You had to be there. Thank you.

I wanna tell you something.
You see, the state of Florida...

they dropped the rest
of the time I owe 'em...

'cause that warden, he faked up those
additional charges he had against me.

Great. All we ask is that you
don't ever say a word about us.

We're kinda hot ourselves. There's a
guy named Colonel Lynch who's after us...

and we don't like to leave
a trail. That's a promise.

I gotta get down to the paper and
proof my story. I got front page tomorrow.

Congratulations. I gotta get
going. I got things to do myself.

I got bed check at
the hospital in an hour.

I'll drop ya. There's a new night
nurse there with definite possibilities.

Night nurses at that joint all have third-degree black
belts, Face. You touch her, she'll break your caps.

Right. So, uh,
Hannibal can drop you.

Uh, sorry, Murdock, can't. If I hurry, I can catch
Andre at the bar. I still want that part in Sinbad.

Thanks. I'll wait in the car.

Thanks, B.A. I owe
you. Anything you want.

Tomorrow, you're gonna
learn to make ashtrays, okay?

Okay.

All right. All right,
man. Thanks, man.

John is a reformed man. This news
is just in from Strikersville, Florida.

I mean, when we talk
about John Smith...

we're talking about
a devoted actor...

who cares desperately about the animals and
the monsters he plays. Boy, listen to that.

Warden Beale has confessed to the crimes after
being turned over to Florida state officials...

along with videotapes of the fights
he engineered between prisoners.

Already 40 identifications and arrests have
been made of the men who watched the contests.

And what of the mystery men who engineered
the capture of the warden and the film?

No clues exist
as to their identity.

I'd love to have the
rights to that story.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to be sitting across the
table from one of the guys who pulled off that caper.

Yes, yes? What
is it? Uh, nothing.

Uh, forget it. Bad idea.