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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.

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.