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Theorising that one could time travel
within his own lifetime,

Dr Sam Beckett stepped
into the Quantum Leap accelerator

and vanished.

He woke to find himself
trapped in the past,

facing mirror images
that were not his own...

and driven by an unknown force
to change history for the better.

His only guide on this journey is Al,
an observer from his own time,

who appears in the form of a hologram
that only Sam can see and hear.

And so Dr Beckett finds himself
leaping from life to life,

striving to put right
what once went wrong...

and hoping each time
that his next leap...

will be the leap home.

(BOOING AND JEERING)

PA: This should be
one heck of a match.

The Executioners have
devastated everybody they've faced

and tonight doesn't look like
it's going to be any different.

Tag me! What are you doing? Tag me!

Executioner I isn't even
waiting for the young Soviet -

Get in there!
Oh, this looks ugly!

Let's go.
OK.

Whoa!

Prepare to die, Russki!

Whoa!

PA: The Executioner has the kid
in the airplane spin.

I guess this is what they call
'learning things the hard way'!

Whoa!

Terry, get up!

Get up! Get up!

The big man is going
for the flying guillotine.

This could be the all she wrote
for the kid from Moscow!

Oh! I sure hope this youngster has
a few more tricks up his sleeve,

cos he's definitely going
to need them.

Go!
And that's one right here.

What'd you do that for?

Come on, Joe, get up!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt him.

I er...
Get to your corner.

An unconventional move, for sure.
You're out!

I'll make my way into the ring
for the decision.

Are you OK?
Get a doctor in.

Ladies and gentleman, the winner,

in a time
of one minute and eight seconds,

Ivan and Nikolai,

the Battling Russkies!
Yeah!

As you folks at home can see,
this is really not a popular -

Shut up, you capitalist pig!

Did you people see my brother, huh?

We are the two finest acts
in the world!

We are the fastest,
we are the smartest

and we are the strongest.

We are champions!
(GROWLS)

(GROWLS)

These two...are imposters!

My brother Nikolai and I,

we ask the question,

why do the famous Shiloh Boys
avoid us, huh?

Why do you think this is so,
my brother?

Cos...they...

they're afraid of us.
Ah! That's right!

They are afraid to lose
their championship belts, huh?

Tell them, brother, what we will do
if we ever get them in the ring.

We will treat them like
the capitalist pigs that they are.

Ah! That's right!

We shall eat them.

Eat them like the pigs
that they are.

Give me that mike.

Ladies and gentlemen,
don't touch that dial.

We'll be back
with another terrific match

from the Georgia Wrestle-A-Thon,

after these messages
from our local sponsors.

What are you looking at?

(MUFFLED) Nothing. Nothing at all.

Boy, we made some people
mad out there. Mad?

Hell, they'd like
to tear our heads off.

Wait a second.

You're not Russian.

Ha! Well, don't tell me,

tell that bunch out there.

That was one hell of a move
back there. Where'd you learn it?

Oh, I just er...just
kind of invented it.

Oh, you kind of invented it, huh?

Well, listen.
I know you're new at this,

but next time you're
going to go inventing something,

just let everybody know first, huh?
Lamar likes the matches to go

a little longer than
a minute and eight seconds.
He knows how long the matches

are going to be before they start?
How long and who's going to win.

All except the title matches -
then it's every man for himself.

It just must be all the excitement.
Yeah.

You are the manager,
you've got to take control.

Look, it-it was a mistake.

Would you er...mind telling me

what the hell you think
you were doing out there?

Well, you see, I was er...
Look, he was trying to make a point.

What point?
That we're ready for a title shot.

Oh, is that what
the poster thing was about?

To try to pressure me
into giving you a title match?

Well, you saw that move
that Terry made, it was terrific.

It was incredible,

but it wasn't in the script.

Oh, so he got a little carried away,
what damage did it do?

How is he?

He has a slight concussion.
Can he wrestle tomorrow?

He should probably rest.
That is not what I asked.

I need him
on the undercard tomorrow.

No.

No damage done, huh?

Oh, so he's young,
but it was still one hell of a move.

Now, look, I have already signed
with the Shiloh Boys

to meet the Mongolians tomorrow.

Now, you have got to wait your turn.

And no more of that kicking stuff.

Well, I guess that's that.

I'm not going to give up that easy.

He's all right.

Cheer up, little brother.

At least we won this time.

'If this was the thrill of victory,

I didn't want to be around
for the agony of defeat.

The optimistic part of my brain was
saying that maybe the worst was over,

but the realistic side kept telling
me that my troubles had just begun.'

You know, that was
one hell of a move out there.

Yes, siree. Those kind of moves
will get you a lot of attention.

Carl was really impressed.

He was?

Wasn't too happy about this.
Oh, yeah, well...

I thought it was great -

Hey! I'm taking a shower.
Get out of here! Come on in!

- but brave.

Look, you know,
I really need to er...

take a shower now,
cos I'm kind of sweaty.

And, probably, this'd be a good time
for you to er...you know, leave.

OK?
Well, sweat never hurt anything.

In fact, I insist on it.

I just can't get over
how young and attractive you are.

Not like the rest of these animals.

Sherri!
Oh, damn.

Sherri, where are you?
Quit your yelling! I'm right here!

Er...nice hat, Mr Shiloh.

Well, looky here, if it ain't
the leaping little poster-eater.

How's it going, boy?

What are you doing in here?
I was just congratulating the kid.

You got to be -
We were just talking, all right?

You got to get that close to talk?

You ain't trying to rustle my wife,
are you, boy?

Rustle? Oh, no. As a matter of fact,
we were just about to do it,

right here on the floor,
when you walked in.

BOTH: What?

Ha! She's kidding.

She's just a kidder!

Such a kidder.
Tell him you're kidding, OK?

Come on, Carl,
let's go get something to eat.

I'm starving.

Watch your step, pee-wee.

I'd hate to have
to break you in half.

You know, that's the first time

I have ever seen a vending machine
with a head on it.

Who is that?

Carl Shiloh.
And who's the lady in red?

Mrs Carl Shiloh - you ready for that?

Really? Yeah.
Boy, she better have strong bones.

Well, having strong bones
would be a big plus around here, Al.

What's going on?
Erm...

Well, let's see. July 23rd, 1955.

Your name is Terry Sammis
and you and your brother

are professional wrestlers, AKA the
Battling Russkies. Clever name, huh?

Ronny?
Yeah, well, that's your brother

and you're managed by your mother,
Lottie.

Where am I?
Er...Atlanta, Georgia.

It's a live television
wrestling show of some sort -

Everybody acts like I'm new at this.
Well, you are.

Terry just joined the team
about a week ago,

when his oldest brother, Frank,
died in a car crash.

And the father was known
as Slammin' Sammy Sammis.

You're kidding?
Would I make up a name like that?

He worked the circuit for ten years
until he passed away,

never made it to the big time.

And before Frank died, he and Ronny

were touted
as legitimate title contenders.

So that's what I'm doing here then,
right? Well -

Help get them a shot at the title?
Ronny!

Ronny!

Ronny! Where's your brother?

Well, he's in the...

Oh. Oh, Ronny.
Oh, calm it, Mom.

Get out here.
What's going on?

We got it.

Got what?
A title match!

As long as Terry doesn't do
any more of those fancy kicks,

you're wrestling
for the championship!

What? What about the Mongolians?
Oh, they're in jail.

Seems like they got drunk in Denver
and punched out a couple of cops.

Lamar is into this
for a lot of money,

so instead of cancelling,
he offered the match to us.

Why?
Cos he doesn't have anybody else.

Oh, I wish your father and
your brother were here to see this.

Oh, I better go
and sign those contracts,

before he changes his mind.

Well, smile, little brother.
This is what we've been waiting for.

Don't tell me that was Mom.
Yeah, that's Mom. This is great.

It's incredible. I leap in here
to help get them a title shot -

Sam - The way I'm looking at this
I get it right away -

Sam. Sam. Sam.
What?

Ronny cannot wrestle
in that title match. Why not?

Because if he does,
he's going to die.

How could a guy like that, in that
kind of shape, die tomorrow night?

Well, Ziggy's
still working on the specifics.

Er...he's got family er...

Oh, Myra. That's Ronny's wife, Myra.
Yeah.

They've been married eight year
They've got a little boy named Hank.

Oh, no. Al, look, I need to know
exactly what happened to him. Oh...

Well, I'll go back
and see if I can't hurry it up. OK.

But, listen, in the meantime,

you've got to think of a way
to keep him out of the ring.

(SIGHS)

Myra was really excited.

She couldn't believe
it was finally happening.

It is unbelievable all right.

Hank even got on the phone,
made me promise

I'd hang my championship belt up
over his bed.

Oh, maybe after we win this thing
I could get us a house, huh?

Sure be nice
to get the family off the road.

Yeah, yeah. That would be nice.

Listen, I-I know you're really
cramped up in that little trailer,

but things will be different
after we win this belt, I promise.

You know what?
Since Lamar won't let you use

any more of those fancy kick moves,
maybe we should work on a new hold.

How do you feel about the sleeper?
Sleeper?

Oh, yeah. Real crowd-pleaser.

All you got to do
is get your arm round a guy's neck,

cut off his oxygen.
What, you just make the guy pass out?

Yeah, just an idea.

If we're going to be
the main attraction,

we got to pump this thing up a bit.

Yeah, erm...well...

You know, are you sure
we're really ready for this?

What do you mean? Maybe we're in
a little over our heads, that's all.

Over our heads? Look, Terry, I know
you were just a kid when Pop died,

but you got to remember
how much he wanted to be champ.

No, I-I remember that.

It's just that sometimes...

I think you need
to do what's right for yourself.

For myself?

What about Frankie?
What about his dream?

Ronny...Frankie's dead.

I know he's dead.

I held him in my arms.

Look...

I made him a promise, Terry.

I gave him my word
that I'd get those belts.

And what are we talking about?
This is a celebration, right?

Two more coming up,

for the next tag-team champions!

Two more beers!

I hope you're not planning
on a hangover

to keep him out of the ring.
About as good as I got right now.

Has Ziggy come up with anything
about how he was killed? He wasn't.

What do you mean he wasn't?
He wasn't killed. He just died.

You told me he was killed
during the match. I did.

Well, I mean he is going to.

Well, eyewitnesses ringside
said that Ronny was tagging out

and he just collapsed.

Which happens when your heart stops.
He died from heart failure?

According to the death certificate.
Well, what was the cause of it?

We don't know, it's not determined.

Right, Al, have Ziggy
run Ronny's medical history.

I want to know
everything that has happened to him
from the moment he was born.

Everything? OK.
That will take a little time.

Why don't you ask him?
You're a doctor.

To you, I'm a doctor. To them,
I'm a wrestler, remember? Oh.

The only thing I can do right now

is make sure he doesn't
over exert himself.

If what you're telling me is right,

then any stress is going to kill him.
RONNY: Well, looky here.

How about a bar fight?
Huh?

If you boys want to belly-up
I'll buy them. Oh, no.

We don't drink with no communist.

Why don't we take him outside
and hang him from the flagpole?

Hey, hey, hey. What's going on,
fellas? Stay out of it, Terry.

Would you listen to that?
They even talk like Americans.

I seen Germans do that once
in a war movie.

Well, we sound like Americans
because we are Americans.

What do we look like?
A couple of idiots?

Hey, we watch television.

We seen you two strutting around
in your little red outfits.

OK. OK. I get what this is all about.
Look...

those are just characters
that we play.

Would you listen to this guy, Eddy?

Next thing he'll be telling us
that wrestling ain't real.

These are the kind of guys that keep
those fishing programmes on the air.

Don't even try to explain it
to these morons.

Oh, maybe you'd like to step outside
and say that? Oh, you got it.

Yeah - No, no, no. Look, guys.
We don't want to do that.

We don't. We don't want to fight
with you guys. You know what I think?

I think they're chicken.
Is that what you two are?

A couple of commie chickens.
(SQUAWKS)

Yes, we are.
We are chickens, actually.

Besides, you guys
look like you're pretty tough

and er...we really wouldn't
want to mess with you, you know.

Oh, what the hell - Nah, so
we're just going to leave right now,

and you guys can get back
to whatever it is you were doing, OK?

Come on, man, let's go. Let's go.
Yeah, you fly him out of here,

before we have to pluck you.
I should kick this boy's head off

is what I should be doing -
Ronny, come on. It's not worth it.

You gonna let him off that easy?
Get him out of here, Sam.

You going to push me?

Myra, you should have seen
his flying feet.

Too bad we can't do
that kind of stuff in the ring.

I'm sure it was wonderful. More?

Oh, no, no, no. I'm getting stuffed
here. It's really, really good.

Now, don't you act like it was
our fault. That guy asked for it.

They always ask for it.

You know, one of these times you're
going to run into the wrong person.

Honey, we can
take care of ourselves.

If you'd ever come to any
of these matches, you'd know that.

If I want to see violence,
I'll watch the news.

I just don't understand why you two
have to pretend to be Russians.

Well, I explained that. See, there's
good guys and there's bad guys.

And right now, we happen
to be the bad guys, right, sport?

Right!
Right.

Well, I know one little bad guy
who needs to go to bed.

Hmm, I think she's talking
about you, little man.

Do I have to?
Yes.

Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?
Put him down. Put him down.

You all right?
Yeah...

I just feel a little dizzy,
that's all.

I just got up
from the table too fast.

Here, I'll take him.
No! It's all right, I'll do it.

Come on, hero.
Let's go read a bedtime story.

I know he's you brother,
but sometimes...

I'm worried about him, Terry.

This has happened before,
is that right?

At first, it was every so often.

And now,
it's happening all the time.

He wakes up at night
in a cold sweat.

I asked him to see a doctor,
but you know your brother,

he'd rather die
than admit he's sick.

You know, the worst thing is I think
he'd quit this crazy business

if it weren't
for that promise he made to Frank.

That and...
That and what?

Your mother.

I don't want to offend you,
Terry, but...

sometimes,
I think she'd risk everything

just for that stupid title.

She's -
What?

Obsessed?

I better go see
how the boys are doing.

I don't know
why Ronny ever married that girl.

She's weak.
She's worried about him.

Who, Ronny?
She's worried he might be sick.

He doesn't look sick to me.

Maybe a little tired.
Mom...

..has Ronny ever had any trouble
with his heart?

What are you talking about?

Well, I - I just
have this feeling that...

that maybe he shouldn't wrestle
tomorrow night,

that if he does something bad
is going to happen.

Not wrestle? But, Terry...Terry,
this is our big chance.

This is what we have been dreaming
about, what we've been working for.

Could we at least have a doctor
check him out first?

Look, I told you before, he's fine.

I only want what's best for my boys.

What's best for us?
Or what's best for Pop and Frankie?

Son...

if you're scared I can always
get someone else to take your place.

You're going to thank me later,

when you're world champions.

Night!

'I could hardly blame Lottie
for thinking I was afraid.

After all, I was asking her to throw
away the family dream on a feeling.

I had to come up
with something more concrete

if I was going to convince Ronny
not to wrestle.

I hope these trailers
have name tags.'

Hello? Anybody home?

Oh, this is fun (!)

Can't find my trailer,
can't find the lights.

(SIGHS)

Why doesn't anything good
ever happen to me? Maybe it just did.

It's just been so hot lately.

What are you doing here?

The air conditioner
in our trailer's busted.

Carl's real good at wrecking things,

but when it comes to fixing them...

he's just all thumbs.

Why don't you come over here
so I can see you better?

I don't think
that's such a good idea.

Why not?
Because you're a married woman.

And I just don't think
that it would look good.

To who?
Well, to your husband, for one.

Remember him?
The man you're married to.

The rather large man
who enjoys ripping things apart.

Don't worry about him.

He's busy watching
The Three Stooges.

He won't even know...that I'm gone.

Yeah, right.
And what do you think he would do

if he saw you here like this?

Before...

or after he kills you?

Yeah, right. And that is my point.

The thought of you two fighting
over me,

well, it just makes me want
to quiver.

Yeah, well, me too.
Relax.

Relax, come on.

No-one is even going to catch you,
silly. (BANGING)

Sherri!
Uh-oh.

(BANGING)

I know you're in there
with that wife-stealing weasel!

Sherri!
Ssh!

I'm going to pull his arms off.
Maybe he'll go away.

I'm going to pull his legs off.

I'm going to pluck his eyeballs
from his head!

Where is that moron?

Sherri!

(SCREAMS)

He's going to kill you!

You act like this happens
all the time. It does.

Open up,
you back-stabbing wife stealer.

I've been doing some checking,
and it turns out Mrs Sasquatch here

gets her jollies
from watching her husband

dismember other men on her behalf.
What?

Yeah, she's left a trail
of broken necks from coast-to-coast.

You set me up?
Well, a girl's got to have a hobby.

And she's got a point.
(BANGS AND SHOUTS)

That's not going to help.
Why not?

Got you!

Does that hurt?
Now I'm going to tear your head off

and shove it up your -
(SCREAMS)

I tried to warn you.

Warn me?! You tried to kill me.

Ah, I'm going to die.

Sam, get in here.

Argh! Oh...

Come on, get up!

I think he is letting himself in.

Come on, up out of there. Up!
I'm trying.

Sam! Sam, come on.

You want to stay down there
or you want to get out? Come on up!

Oh, Carl.

Can't you do anything right?

Can you believe it? Can you believe
how she set me up like that?

Well, you know, there's women
that get a big thrill

out of watching men suffer.

Trust me on this.
I've been married to most of them.

I got to get out of here, Al.

Any luck on getting Ronny
to drop the match? No, no.

He's determined as ever to keep his
promise to Frank to get those belts.

How about Mom?
She's as wrapped up in this as he is.

Does Ziggy have anything new
on his medical history?

Well, it turns out that wrestlers
move around as much as the military,

but don't worry,
we'll get something soon.

We just have to find some way to let
Ronny know that he's in danger.

Yeah, well, how we going to do that?
Well...

Maybe if I could get him examined
by a doctor, you know.

Or get him to a -
How? How you going to do that?

No! No! No!
Come on, guys, pick it up.

Well, I'll go back and try
and hurry Ziggy up and...

And er...good luck.
Get that camera over here, OK?

Why, you're on the undercard! You're
about as tough as my grandmother.

Make sure those lights are good,

I don't want any burnouts
during the show tomorrow.

Kid, what are you doing here
so late?

I couldn't sleep.

Slam him, dammit!

You're not dancing with your sister.

Could I...could I talk to you?
Well, I am a little busy right now.

Look, it's really important.

Sure you don't want anything?
No, no. I'm fine, thanks.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, I wanted to talk to you
about the match tomorrow.

Well, everything will be OK

if you promise to keep your feet
on the floor.

No, no.
That's not exactly what I meant.

Well, what then?
Er...

..Lamar, I need you
to cancel the match.

You what? Now...now,
listen, don't get me wrong,

I mean, we really appreciate the
opportunity and everything, but...

See, I just don't think
that right now

would be a good time for Ronny
to wrestle.

I...I really don't understand.

Well...see, he's very sick.

Well, why didn't he come to me
earlier and tell me about it?

Well, I'm not sure
that he really knows.

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let me get this straight.
You're saying he's sick

and he doesn't know it?
It's kind of hard to explain.

Oh, I can imagine. Now, come on.

I have got a lot of money invested
in putting this match together,

and I am just not going
to blow it off.

I'm not saying you have to do that,

I'm just saying maybe you could
go out and get a...new team?

Where?

I mean, we...we are 24 hours away

from when the camera starts to roll.

Oh, my son. Look...

you're just nervous.
Now you go home,

you get some sleep - everything'll
look better in the morning.

Let me just say this, if I'm right,

and Ronny does get hurt,
you're going to be held liable.

And you could lose everything.

Now, all I'm asking is that
you just bring a doctor in and...

do a checkup on him, that's all.

All right. All right.

Have him in the dressing room
tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.

He'll be there. All right.
Yes, sir. Thank you.

I don't understand
why they're doing this.

Well, I think they're probably
just worried something might happen

and they want to cover all the bases.
If you ask me it's the Shilohs.

I think they're afraid they're
going to lose their belt - Terry!

Ronny!

How you feeling today, son?
I don't know what this is all about,

but you go tell them there ain't
no way it's is ever going to work.

Whoa! Now what the hell
you're talking about?

I'm talking about the Shilohs,
I know who's behind this.

Well, now...

I don't know where
you're getting your information,

but this has got absolutely
nothing to do with the Shilohs.

You want to blame somebody,

you talk to your brother.

This is your idea?
Now, listen to me.

Myra's been talking to me about some
of the problems you've been having,

the dizzy spells,
shortness of breath -

Well, I've been
on the road for almost a year,

I'm just a little bit beat,
that's all.

There's more to it than that,
you know that.

Why don't...we just let Dr Greggs
here finish his exam?

And then we'll all know.

Breath in...

and out.

Breath in...

and out.

You can put your shirt on now.

Well?

He's fit as a fiddle. There's
a little congestion in his lungs,

but nothing to worry about.

Well, there you go.

Wait a minute,
that's all you're going to do?

What else would you suggest?

Well, I would suggest starting
with chest X-rays,

then maybe an
EKG, MRI, do a CAT scan.

CAT scan?
Look, if he has a heart defect,

there's no way
a simple examination like this

is ever going to be able
to figure that out.

Heart defect?
Oh, now...

Look, I'm saying that - Excuse me?
- there's no way you can tell

from this kind of an exam -
Terry, that's enough!

I know what I'm talking about here!

I apologise for my brother.

He's just been
a little bit jumpy lately.

All right...we'll see you later.

Yeah, later.

Ronny, you can't do this.

Now, you know I'm right, don't you?

You know
there is something wrong with you.

I know that I promised Frankie
that I would get those belts,

and I'm not going to quit
till I get them.

Even if it kills you?

Even if it kills me.

So, Lamar didn't do anything?

Oh, yeah, yeah. He had
the ring doctor check Ronny out.

Oh, well, he must have
picked up something. Uh-huh.

He did. He picked up his medical bag

right after he pronounced
Ronny fit as a fiddle. Fit?

This doctor must walk like a duck.
(WHIRRING)

What?
Well, because he's a quack.

This handlink is going nuts here.

Oh! Oh, it's Ronny's medical
history. Thank you, Ziggy. Finally.

And?
Well, let's see.

The normal childhood illnesses,

a couple of broken bones,

rheumatic fever when he was eight,
he was bed-ridden a couple of weeks.

No nose bleeds -
No, no, no, wa-wa-wait a second.

That could be it. That could be it.
What?

The rheumatic fever. That could have
caused damage to his heart. It's...

mitral stenosis.
Michael who?

No, no, no. Mitral stenosis.
Oh, mitral.

A narrowing of the valves
around the heart.

That could have been
a result of the fever.

That could cause his heart to fail?
Mitral stuff? Yes, it could.

And it will.
I've got to go talk to him.

Watch that the door
doesn't fall off!

Ronny, come on.
You need medical attention.

What are you talking about?
When you were eight years old,

you contracted rheumatic fever.
I think it damaged your heart -

damage that could kill you
if you wrestle tomorrow night.

Oh, come on. You're going to tell me

that something
that happened 20 years ago - Ronny!

How did you know about that fever?

You weren't even born yet.

Er...well, you know,
Frankie told me about it.

Well, so what? I was sick.

Kids get sick.
Yeah, not like that.

We were so worried about you.

We weren't even sure
that you were going to live.

Don't do this, Mom. Look, what if -
That was a long time ago.

What if Terry is right?

You know, the doctor said there
could be problems later on, but...

I never thought that it...

Maybe we should wait.
What?

At least until we can get you
checked out, by a specialist. No!

Look, I have already lost
a husband and a son.

I am not going to lose you too!

There'll be other nights.

I'll go tell Lamar.
Wait!

Wait! This is my life
we're talking about

and I'm going to decide
what I do with it.

Look, what if Terry is right?
What if he's wrong?

I'm not going to throw this away.

You two do whatever you have to do,
but I'm going to get in that ring

and I'm going to wrestle
for the title, with or without you.

Ronny!

I don't think this is a good idea.

I don't have a choice, Al.

Besides...

I got a plan.
Oh, yeah. What kind of a plan?

Ronny dies because he wrestles,
right? So?

So I make sure that he doesn't.

Well, what are you going to do?

I don't tag out.
What?

That's not a plan, that's suicide.

Look, you got a better idea?

OK. All right. So you wrestle,
which I think is nuts.

But how does that solve the problem
of getting Ronny treated? Well...

..I have an idea for that too.

Ronny.

Listen, about what happened.
Oh...forget it.

No, I don't want to forget it.

I want to make a deal with you.

What kind of deal?
Yeah, what kind of deal?

I want you to give me your word
that if we win the title tonight

you'll check in to a hospital
for a complete physical examination.

But there's nothing wrong with me.

Then it won't matter, will it?

Deal?

Yeah, it's a deal.
OK.

Both here.
Just about to get started.

You two got any questions?

You just make sure you get
those belts shined up real nice.

You're kidding, right?

I mean... Oh, now wait a minute.

You don't honestly
think you're going to win?

You're damn right we do.
Now what's going on here, Lamar?

Oh, come on, I thought
you boys had that figured out.

Figured what out?
You can't win.

Can't win? What are you talking
about? This is a title match.

Well, you bet it's a title match.

And you boys are the Russians.

Now, how the hell is it going
to look to the American public

to have a couple of communists
be the world champions?

But we're not from Russia,
we're from Arkansas.

I know that, you know that,

but John Q Public don't know that.

To him, you represent
the epitome of evil.

Something to be destroyed.

All right.
If it'll make you feel better...

the exposure you are going
to get from this match

is going to keep you boys
working for years.

This ain't right.
This is a title match

and we ought
to have a chance of winning it.

He's right.

This is the real thing.

Man to man, fight to the death.

I'll see you in the ring, boy.

Uh-oh. According to Ziggy, there's a
75.3% chance he's going to kill you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

And welcome to
Georgia Wrestle-A-Thon.

Tonight's programme -
Sam, you can't do this.

You don't know anything - What
chance does Ronny have if I don't?

It is time for the main event.

It is a no-time-limit,
tag-team championship bout.

Introducing...the challengers.

(BOOING)
They are from Moscow.

(BOOING)
They weigh in at 510lb.

Ivan and Nikolai,
the Battling Russkies!

Yeah!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the champions.

They have a combined weight
of...538lb.

They hail
from the great state of Texas.

Introducing...Carl and Clem,

the Shilohs!

(CHEERING)

You're going down, boy.

Er...Sam, I...

Just checking.
I'll start.

No, no. I got it.
All right.

Listen...

you just be real careful.

And here we go, folks -
You know, Sam er...

he's probably all talk.

He's probably just all talk.

Yeah, maybe he's not all talk, Sam.

I think I'll step down.

The champion isn't wasting any time.

It looks like Nikolai
has a few surprises of his own.

I just don't think
you want to get the Shilohs angry.

They're feeling each other out.

Stalking each other.

These two teams
have never met each other before.

You can't miss him.
He can't see you, brother.

Hold up!

Oh, my boy!

Carl Shiloh looks as ready
as I've ever seen him.

Heck, there's no time - You're going
to be dead meat, Shiloh!

It could be a long night.

Carl picks up Nikolai.
Here comes the knee drop!

Oh! That's got to hurt.

Tag my arm! Tag my arm!

He's pulling his hair,
that's unfair!

No! I'm just not sure
how much more he can take.

At the last he manages to kick off,

but I just don't know
how much more punishment

he can take from this big Texan.

I told you, boy!

Sam, are you OK?

Do I look OK?
Oh, well, not really.

Sam, this is insane.
You've been in there for an hour.

I got to beat him, Al.
Beat him?!

You couldn't even slow him down
with a tranquilliser gun.

That's the answer.
What's the answer?

You did it, Al. What?
I got to put him to sleep.

Sure, sing him a lullaby (!)
How can you put him to sleep?

I'm going to cut off the oxygen
to his brain.

What?
Cut off the oxygen to his -

Brain? What brain?

I think the champ's ready
to finish it.

Looks like Carl Shiloh is setting up
Nikolai for his famous whip!

Oh, wait! Wait a second!

Nikolai's got Carl in the sleeper!

(BOOING)

The sleeper! You got him.
You got him, Sam.

You go with that sleeper!
Squeeze him!

He's going...
Squeeze him!

He's going!
Squeeze him!

He's gone!

You did it! You did it, Sam!
All right!

Oh, I can't believe it!

You saw it!

We have new tag-team champions!

Nikolai and Ivan,
the Battling Russkies!

Unbelievable!

Yeah, thanks.

You think you're pretty smart,
don't you?

Tell you what,
I don't feel very smart right now.

You could've been killed out there.
So could you.

I don't understand why you did this.

You will
after you go to the hospital.

Oh, will you come off of that -
Hey, hey, hey.

You want to see the sleeper again?

Huh?

All right. All right.
All right, I'll go.

A deal's a deal.
Yeah.

Is he going to be OK, Al?

Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah, he's going to be OK.

He'll just get some medication
for his heart.

He doesn't wrestle again, does he?
No.

No, but his son does.
What?

His son does in
the '68 Olympics, silver medalist.

You're kidding? That's great.

Bring him in here. Through here.

Right over here.
Right here on this nice table.

Here you go.

Oh! Honey!

Honey. Sweetheart.

What did they do to you?

It's your fault.

Look at him.
Look what you did to my baby.

I just wish he'd have caught you
in that trailer

and torn you up, hard.

Oh, honey.

How's my little pumpkin?

Momma's going to take you home.

Er... No.
Yeah.

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Go ahead.
It'll make you feel better.

No, I really - I would do it if...
And she wouldn't even feel it.

I really... I don't think
that I would ever do anything...

(SIREN)

Get the kids to their room now.
Go!

Move, move!

Come on, Hank. Get to cover!

Get down!

And put your mask on.
Why?

The Russians just dropped a bomb
on New York City.

What?
It's World World III!

Get down!

Oh, no.

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