The Longest Yard Page #5

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I'm Nate Scarboro.

Nate Scarboro, Giants?

- Yeah.

Step into my office.

- Thank you.

I'm Paul Crewe.

- Yeah, I know.

You made All Pro, didn't you?

- Right.

Why'd you quit?

- It was simple.

Doc said, 'Quit football or walking'.

Too many knee operations.

I figured walking was better than sitting.

Maybe I made the wrong choice.

You got about 15 guys worth a damn.

The rest... How long did Hazen give you?

A month.

- Oh, you bought a bill of goods.

Didn't have any choice.

You don't have one black player.

There are at least 15 here

with enough experience to make this club.

None signed up.

I played eleven years

in the league, never even got a hangnail.

I'm not going to get hurt in this game.

I'm getting the biggest guys I can

and surrounding myself.

I've watched the guards play

for eleven years.

I've seen how they won and why they lost.

I know those bums

better than they know themselves.

You just got yourself a job.

Head coach.

Great bunch of guys you got.

'Strangled both wives with panty hose'.

'Triple murder

including body dismemberment'.

'Hacked mother with meat cleaver'.

Charming.

Double-check the ones with two stars.

They're the most violent.

Got any three-stars?

Damn it, Warden,

I think this game's a big mistake.

Captain, not only will you have the chance

to hone our team to a fine edge,

you'll also have the opportunity

to learn a great deal about life.

Why is it, do you suppose,

that I can walk through this yard,

surrounded by hate,

and in total command?

Because you've got fifteen gun turrets

all around you that say you can.

Partly, partly.

They could grab us right now

and slit our throats, but they don't.

We get the right person, right place,

right time, we can surprise them.

One game, one time. We can do it.

Hey, you guys about through?

Time's almost up.

OK, Pop. Hold on.

You better hurry up.

What have you got for me, Sunshine?

I can get you steroids, vitamins,

greenies, anything you want.

I'm the best hustler in the joint.

How much of what he says can he do?

He can get you laid in here.

With a woman.

What more can I tell you?

- Oh, yeah?

But can you get me

the guards' medical files?

What for?

- To find out who's had broken bones.

Sonny Tannen, strong as an ox.

You'll love him.

That him?

- That's him.

Hello, Sonny.

How'd you like to play some football?

Football?

Would you like that?

You mean, we'd really

get to hit the guards?

You like that, Sonny?

Report to the practice field

tomorrow morning, nine o'clock.

Cool it.

What's his name?

- Indian.

That makes sense.

- Now, don't do any ethnic jokes.

Indian, this is Paul Crewe.

- Hi.

I hear you play some football.

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