The Longest Yard Page #4

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before that first game.

You have to win the first game?

- Right.

Well, it's relatively simple.

Yeah. Get yourself a tune-up game,

you know?

A what?

A tune-up game, like the pros have,

with a hungry team not in your league.

You bring them here

and kick the sh*t out of them.

Well.

How do you think

we'd do against the pros?

That team against the pros?

- Yeah.

You'd have a real problem.

Well, how do you think

we'd do against the cons?

I didn't know they had a team.

- They don't.

But you've given me an inspiration.

I've decided, Mister Crewe, that

you're going to put one together for me.

For that little tune-up game, you know?

And you're going to play quarterback.

I can't.

Why? They're semi-pro,

you said yourself. A big joke.

That's why people like me around,

my sense of humour.

Mister Crewe,

as old Mister Sam used to say,

'In this institution,

to get along, you go along'.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I'm just going to do what's left

of my eighteen months quietly,

and I'm out of here.

Oh, yes. Eighteen months.

But that is to make parole.

That was before you struck

Captain Knauer.

Your basic sentence

is from two to five years.

You could be here a long time.

If I get this team together, how long

do I have to get them organized?

Four weeks.

We're talking about early parole?

- I believe we are.

All right. I'll play.

What? I didn't hear.

I'll play.

- Sir.

I'll play, sir.

History. I read you

like a book, Mister Crewe.

One more thing.

What is it?

You keep Knauer off my back.

Give us a game, Mister Crewe.

I'll give you a game.

'Hit and be hit'.

'Anyone with any experience

or desire. Prison football team sign-up'.

Well, what do you think?

- No.

Maybe I'll get annihilated. Forget it.

- He's right.

Now, wait a second. Hey.

Here's how I look at it.

Suppose you break your leg or something.

That's six weeks easy time

in the hospital. That's biscuits and gravy.

Tell me something.

Would they let me play tackle?

Sure.

So I'd spend half the time looking

directly into Walking Boss's eyes?

Now you got it.

- I've always had a thing for him.

Walking Boss always had a thing for you.

Hold it. Don't you guys know

a good thing when you see it?

You get a free crack at the guards,

even a chance to kill one.

Legal.

- Bullshit. I ain't signing that damn thing.

Come on, everybody.

When Rotka's right, he's right.

This honky golden boy sold out

his own team-mates, didn't he?

Damn sure did.

Did it once, he'll do it again.

- Right.

Hi.

Hi.

You know you're doing it all wrong?

- Yeah?

Yeah. You'll never put

a team together with that bunch.

Well, I appreciate the advice.

I can help you.

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