"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." "itfc subtitles"