"Please, don't try anything that you're about to see us do at home." "Ever!" "NARRATOR:" "On this death-defying episode of "Mythbusters,"" "it's all guns blazing as Adam and Jamie take another aim at "What Is Bulletproof?"" "Oh, check out my new bulletproof vest, man!" "NARRATOR:" "From pocket protection..." "...to homemade remedies..." "ADAM: [ Laughs ] ...and even the human body itself." "That is what is in your gut." "NARRATOR:" "Meanwhile, Kari takes a swing at a "Kill Bill" myth." "She and the boys get beaten black and blue as they find out if you could first punch through..." "He's alive!" "NARRATOR:... and then climb out of a coffin that's buried six feet under." "GRANT: [Bleep]" "NARRATOR:" "Who are the Mythbusters?" "Oh, that's pretty." "Adam Savage..." "I love results!" "NARRATOR:" "...and Jamie Hyneman." "Bye-bye!" "NARRATOR:" "Between them, more than 30 years of special-effects experience." "Arise, my son!" "[ Elevator bell dings ]" "NARRATOR:" "Joining them " "Tory Belleci..." "Is this as disturbing as I think it is?" "NARRATOR:" "...Grant Imahara..." "Have you lost your damn mind?" "NARRATOR:" "...and Kari Byron." "That was a rush!" "NARRATOR:" "They don't just tell the myths." "They put them to the test." "First up, it's bulletproof in the firing line." "[ Gun cocks, fires ]" "Well, you're looking pretty bulletproof there." "I'm feeling pretty well-protected from bullets." "And that begs the question." "What's bulletproof?" "Exactly!" "Ever since we aired our first "What Is Bulletproof?" episode, the fans have inundated us with all sorts of crazy suggestions for bizarre things that might be bulletproof, and that means..." "[ Gunshots ] -...that it's time for the "Mythbusters:" "What Is Bulletproof?"" ""Part 2."" "[ Blows ] Exactly." "NARRATOR:" "It was way back in Season 3." "A fresh-faced Adam and Jamie separated firearms folklore..." "Dead center." "NARRATOR:" "...from ballistics baloney." "[ Gunshot ]" "Ever since, fans have been crying out for more, so now it's time to "make your day."" "What's on the list?" "First up in "Bulletproof," we've got a host of objects that you might be holding or wearing -- things like police badges, MP3 players, and even pizza." "Sounds pretty straightforward." "There's not a whole lot of setup." "No, it's just get out to the shooting range, shoot at stuff, and find out what's bulletproof." "NARRATOR:" "Yep, it's as simple as that." "So they head straight to the firing range with their ballistics-gel dummy..." "Tell me what you know!" "Tell me!" "Tell me!" "NARRATOR:... who's going to take one for the team." "First up, Adam is wishing on a shooting star." "So, the story goes that a police officer was shot by a perp at close range with a 40-caliber pistol, but the police officer was saved by his badge, which stopped the bullet." "NARRATOR:" "It's a stellar story, all right -- an officer saved by his badge when shot at close range." "But did it really happen?" "Let's get in place and do it." "Okay." "NARRATOR:" "Well, to find out, Adam steps up with an identical handgun." "The gun is loaded." "NARRATOR:" "And he's aiming at a standard-issue silver police badge." "This is called a star." "Now, we had this specially made by the same company that makes them for the police." "This one is made out of sterling silver." "NARRATOR:" "Could it really stop a slug?" "Range is hot!" "Clear to fire." "ADAM: 3, 2, 1." "NARRATOR:" "It's a direct hit." "So, what's the verdict?" "That doesn't look like it stopped it." "JAMIE:" "Shot the top of the star off." "She's no bulletproof?" "JAMIE:" "No." "NARRATOR:" "The bullet clipped the star but passed right through the dummy." "I can see the path of the bullet right there, heading all the way up through the gel and exiting there." "[ Gunshot ]" "NARRATOR:" "And that would make any dude one dead duck." "So, what's up next?" "Well, silver's out." "Next up, we've got a badge which is called a shield, and it's got a copper back with a bronze star." "Okay." "NARRATOR:" "It's a different badge, but will it be a different result?" "Gun is loaded." "NARRATOR:" "Adam lines it up in his sights." "But just like test one, he hasn't hit it dead center again." "ADAM:" "That was low and to the left." "NARRATOR:" "And for bronze on copper, take two... it's a much better shot." "ADAM:" "Oh, it looks like I slid off the star." "[ Gunshot ]" "NARRATOR:" "Yep, he's hit the center star, and this time, the results are surprising." "Look at that." "Unlike every other bullet we've fired that's gone all the way through, this one has stopped in the middle." "So that extra piece slowed it down." "It slowed down significantly." "There might actually be something to this." "NARRATOR:" "Although the bullet was definitely slowed down, it was still a lethal shot." "So it's onto the third and final badge." "ADAM:" "Nickel badge with a bronze star." "NARRATOR:" "It's tougher than the others, but is it bulletproof?" "If I have to hazard a guess, I don't think that this, even with these two pieces of metal, is gonna stop this bullet." "NARRATOR:" "Well, there's only one way to find out." "[ Gunshot ]" "How did I do?" "NARRATOR:" "Amazingly, the badge actually catches the cap." "Whoa!" "Dude!" "NARRATOR:" "And just as amazing, for the first time that I can remember," "Adam is speechless." "Holy cremoly." "NARRATOR:" "The bullet struck the star dead-on, and the shield stopped it flat." "The wearer can thank his lucky stars because he'd be safe." "ADAM:" "If I was a policeman and this happened to me," "I'd still wear the badge." "It'd be like, "I've already had the worst day possible." "You can't make it any worse."" "NARRATOR:" "So, while bronze and nickel failed to deliver, gold goes to the nickel -- a bulletproof result that slates this story as plausible." "Next up, we've got a real cracker." "[ Objects clattering ]" "Aaahhh!" "Is it casual Friday?" "What's going on here?" "Oh, wait a minute." "Yellow tracksuit, sword." "We're doing "Kill Bill" myths." "The fans can't get enough of our martial-arts myths, and, in fact, since the ninja special, we've been inundated with requests to do the coffin-punch scene from "Kill Bill."" "Oh, that's the scene where she's buried alive and she punches her way through the casket, climbs through six feet of dirt with her bare hands." "Right." "No sword, right?" "There's no sword." "Okay, put the sword down." "Yeah, don't hurt yourself." "NARRATOR:" "It's a chilling scene that nightmares are made of, as our yellow-suited heroine literally gets buried alive." "Trapped six feet under, escape seems impossible, unless, of course, you are a trained martial-arts assassin." "So, undeterred by being interred, our heroine uses a series of three-inch power punches, cracks the casket, worms through the soil, and lives to take her revenge." "But is such a death-defying deed really doable?" "Hmm..." "All right, you guys." "How do you want to test this one?" "I think the biggest issue is gonna be the fact that she didn't have a lot of room to punch." "She only had about three inches." "So we have to see how much force you can generate from just a three-inch punch." "Then I think we should get a real coffin and see how much force it takes to break through that." "Assuming we can punch through the lid, then we need to find out if you can dig through six feet of dirt with your bare hands." "Before we even get to that, how are we going to test force?" "Last time we tested the force of a punch, we almost broke Tory's hand." "Yeah." "Well, I got a brand-new technique." "I guarantee you, no one is gonna get hurt." "NARRATOR:" "Last time they tested punching power," "Grant's invention busted more fists than myths." "So this time, he's gone high-tech." "GRANT:" "I've got a Tekscan flexible sensor, plugs in to a USB Evolution handle, and that goes into my computer." "The computer will be able to record the exact amount of force applied to the sensor." "NARRATOR:" "With our trio unable to punch their way out of a paper bag, they head off to meet a real punching pro, mixed-martial-arts maestro Jon Fitch." "TORY:" "How often do you get to meet an actual professional M MA fighter?" "But we get a chance to actually work with him and measure how much strength he has in his punch." "This is like a dream come true." "NARRATOR:" "But does "Fitch the Fist"" "have what it takes to tackle this coffin-punching myth?" "Well, here's one way to find out." "[ Bell dings ]" "Let's get it on!" "NARRATOR:" "Tory's mom -- in fact, any members of the Belleci family -- may want to avert their eyes." "[ Grunting ]" "Have you had enough?" "NARRATOR:" "Yep, in less than one minute, "Boom Boom" is doomed..." "That's it." "Good night." "NARRATOR:... meaning Fitchy's the fighter they're after." "[ Birds chirping ]" "So now it's time to crunch the numbers." "GRANT:" "We've brought our whole measurement system, and we're going to measure his punch force." "I'll take his actual fighting glove and calibrate that with our punching bag and see exactly how hard he can punch." "TORY:" "So, this is our makeshift casket." "You're gonna lay down on your back and punch up at the sensor." "NARRATOR:" ""The Fist" assumes the position." "Cramped as though in a casket, it's this punch that's key to this myth." "So, what's the verdict?" "GRANT:" "So, check this out." "Your force on your back at coffin height -- 1 ,482 pounds." "NARRATOR:" "So a trained fighter can three-inch punch with 1 ,500 pounds of force." "So, now the boys need to bury themselves in this myth." "Next, we got another relatively hard object that you might find in the average shirt pocket -- the MP3 player." "Supposedly stopped a round from an AK-47." "Looks like a little bit bigger of a target." "You think you can hit it?" "Yeah." "I think I can hit it, old man." "Let's go." "NARRATOR:" "So, this story goes that an AK-47 slug was stopped by a soldier's MP3 player." "But Adam, for one, ain't convinced." "What's in there?" "Well, I'll tell you." "This back metal plate is actually pretty thin -- about 1/32 of an inch." "It's stamped metal." "This front part is polycarbonate." "In there is a spinning hard drive and a single board of electronics and not much else." "Not a lot of bullet-stopping potential." "That is my expert opinion." "NARRATOR:" "With the MP3 player ready to rock 'n' roll, that just leaves the gun -- a 100 % genuine AK-47." "I kind of... have a penchant for firing it." "Do you mind?" "No." "NARRATOR:" "So, while Jamie tackles the tunes," "Adam feels okay with the A. K." "Here we go." "JAMIE:" "AK-47 into an MP3 player." "NARRATOR:" "Okay, it's a smash hit, but there's a problem." "[ Laughs ]" "Well, that's one way to get the battery out." "NARRATOR:" "Our sharpshooter wasn't so sharp." "From just 10 feet away, he barely hit it." "For a reliable result, they're going to have to reload." "Yeah, I think we need to take another shot." "Yeah, I think I do." "Or maybe I get to take another shot." "No, no, no." "I get to make this work." "NARRATOR:" "So Adam, determined to get at least one round on the charts, sets up for a repeat run." "This time, the MP3 is down, but did the bullet go through?" "Oh!" "[ Laughs ]" "Oh." "Wait." "I can see you." "All the way through that." "NARRATOR:" "Yep, just like this MP3 player, this myth is full of holes." "Like any good myth, this one has a grain of truth in it." "And our researchers did, in fact, turn up evidence that a soldier was hit by an AK-47 round," "it went through his MP3 player, and he survived." "But here's the catch -- he was also wearing body armor." "Now, body armor, MP3 player, what do you think stopped the round?" "My money has it on the body armor." "NARRATOR:" "And after all that sharpshootin', time to tackle an even tastier tale." "Supposedly, a pizza-delivery boy finds himself being fired upon by a shotgun," "holds his bag of pizzas in front of him, and it saves his life." "Okay, well, let's lock and load." "NARRATOR:" "How's this for pizza pizzazz?" "The story goes that a delivery boy, peppered by shotgun pellets, was saved by three pizzas." "Well, not just his pizzas." "Don't forget about the warmer pack." "We've got your standard pizza-delivery insulating bag here with some heavy synthetic fabric, webbing, some stuffing for insulation." "Inside -- satiny kind of synthetic, three cardboard boxes full of three pizzas." "That's six layers of cardboard." "That's a lot of stuff to get through, but something tells me " "Little bird just tells me that it's not gonna give that shotgun blast much resistance." "NARRATOR:" "But that all depends on the shotgun rounds you choose, something that's mysteriously missing from the myth." "My guess is that he would have been shot with bird shot, and that's what's in here." "It's a really fine shot -- little, tiny bbs." "And these aren't gonna have a whole lot of penetrating power." "So I wouldn't be surprised if pizza will stop them sooner or later." "Bird shot into three pizzas." "3, 2, 1." "NARRATOR:" "Jamie bangs off the bird shot from 10 feet." "Dude, not a lot made it through that pizza box." "NARRATOR:" "In fact, only about a half-dozen BBs made it all the way through." "I don't think we could call it "definitively lethal."" "Dangerous, yes." "But I don't think we can call that a lethal hit." "Seems like this actually did something useful against bird shot." "I would say so." "Another reason to love pepperoni pizza!" "NARRATOR:" "And that's probably what the pizza guy felt, too." "But what about if a badass shot buckshot, not bird shot?" "These are effectively like plain-old bullets, and they'll penetrate quite well." "Buckshot in 3.. .2... 1." "ADAM:" "Dude!" "NARRATOR:" "So, how did the buckshot stack up?" "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." "Almost all of them, if not all of them, made it through." "ADAM:" "Yeah." "NARRATOR:" "With the buckshot penetrating with ease, the Mythbusters can't help but take this one to the extreme." "Both Jamie and I are now compelled to answer the following burning question, which is, how many pizzas does it take to attain something that is totally resistant to buckshot?" "And that's what we're about to answer." "NARRATOR:" "Call it random, but they pit 15 pizzas in five warmer packs against a nine-pellet buckshot blast." "[ Gun cocks ]" "And Jamie is getting a real taste for it." "...1." "[ Gunshot ]" "NARRATOR:" "They unleash pure buckshot power, but did it make it through?" "Box number 1." "NARRATOR:" "And what do you know?" "The buckshot cleared the crusts clean through to box number 5." "[ Laughs ]" "It didn't make it through the back." "Wait!" "We got to open this up." "Pizza number 14." "Oh!" "It stopped." "14 pizzas." "NARRATOR:" "So it kind of worked." "The buckshot stopped at pizza number 14." "But would it sell as a bulletproof vest?" "Ha ha ha!" "Oh, check out my new bulletproof vest, man!" "Oh, you cannot mess with me!" "[ Laughs ]" "NARRATOR:" "An animated Kari, Tory, and Grant are putting "Kill Bill" to the test." "They're trying to find out if you can cuff your way out of a coffin." "And with punch data gathered from martial-arts expert Jon Fitch, next, the team needs a casket." "And that's where Kari comes in." "I'm gonna make it as realistic as possible, so I'm gonna use all the same materials," "I'm gonna make it all the same size, and then we can see for ourselves if we can punch through a real casket." "NARRATOR:" "It's 3/4-inch pine made to funeral and movie specifications and comes with a see-through side for testing purposes." "Then there's the gravesite." "That's Tory's contribution." "TORY:" "So I've come up with a design to test this safely." "What I'm gonna do is build a box that will hold the six feet of dirt." "And then what I'm gonna do is raise that up off the ground four feet with steel legs." "And then what I'm gonna do is put the casket underneath that box." "Once I have the casket in, we have the dirt in place, and we can start testing whether or not it's possible to break through the casket and dig through six feet of dirt." "NARRATOR:" "More on that later, because right now, it's onto the punch itself." "With Jon Fitch unavailable, that's down to Grant, and no prizes for guessing his design." "That's right." "I'm gonna build a robot." "Using the robot, we'll match it to Jon Fitch's punching strength and then try and punch through the coffin lid." "NARRATOR:" "And thanks to the wonder of editing, it's a case of "no sooner said than done."" "VoilÃ  -- a robotic punching machine that can give the coffin a fearful cuffing'." "I think it's working!" "NARRATOR:" "And that means "Robofist" is ready for a test." "And I'm just gonna dial up the pressure until the robot can punch as hard as Jon Fitch." "NARRATOR:" "Remember, even with a tiny three-inch punch," "Jon Fitch managed a whopping 1 ,400-pound wallop." "Grant is going to have to match that exactly." "Grant gets things rolling just short of 200 psi." "GRANT:" "Here we go." "3.. .2... 1." "NARRATOR:" "And what do you know?" "You beauty!" "So, at 185 psi, the robot is punching at 1 ,430 pounds, which is exactly the range that Jon Fitch can punch." "And it's punching at the right speed." "So now it's time to bring in a casket and see how the robot does against that." "NARRATOR:" "Next up in the bullet bonanza -- body parts." "What's up next?" "Well, people come in all shapes and sizes, and the fans' next question to us is, is there a shape or size that could render someone bulletproof -- i.e., could someone provide enough fatty tissue or muscle tissue to where a bullet" "wouldn't get to their vital organs?" "I don't know why, but that's kind of twisted." "Which means you like it." "Yeah." "All right." "Back to the range!" "NARRATOR:" "People come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, but can you ever be so big, be it muscly or obese, that you can be bulletproof?" "Well, back at the range, knowing Jamie's fondness for lard, the boys are starting with fat." "That is what is in your gut." "NARRATOR:" "Actually, Adam, it's what's in a cow's gut -- pure bovine blubber." "Oh, yeah." "NARRATOR:" "To be at the correct consistency, the fat needs to be at human body temperature of 98 degrees." "So, first up, it gets a nice, warm bath." "That is wrong." "NARRATOR:" "But how much fat might they need to stop a bullet?" "The record for the greatest gut ever was awarded to Walter Hudson, who had a ginormous girth of nearly 10 feet." "That equates to a layer of 16 inches of fat right 'round his belly." "So that's the number to beat." "You ready to pack some fat?" "[ Sighs ] I don't like the sound of that." "NARRATOR:" "With no time to "chew the fat,"" "the boys load the 16 inches of lard into the dummy's tummy to replicate Walter's waistline." "Now you're gonna need all the fat for this recipe, so don't lick the mixing spoon." "NARRATOR:" "The acrylic tube of fat represents belly." "The tube of ballistics gel represents vital organs." "For fat to be an effective bullet stopper, it's gonna have to be stopped before it makes it through all of this fat, into the ballistics gel in the torso here." "Is it gonna actually do that?" "My guess is, it might actually make it through." "NARRATOR:" "And they're starting slow by using a .45 handgun that fires at just 900 feet a second." "Which means, if this makes it all the way through our fat and vital organs, every other kind of round we could fire would, as well." "NARRATOR:" "In other words, if the world-record amount of fat can't foil the slowest slug, it's mayday for the myth." "Eyes and ears!" "Clear to fire." "Firing in 3... 2... 1." "[ Gunshot ]" "Well, nice, clean center hit." "Ah!" "It made it all the way through." "So not only did the fat not stop it, the internal organs didn't either." "lt went right out his back..." "No." "...and kept on going." "NARRATOR:" "So there you have it -- the idea that an obese human is carrying a homegrown bulletproof vest is blown away." "So, the question -- will fat stop a bullet?" "Sure, eventually, but not in anything human." "NARRATOR:" "So Adam and Jamie move on to a more meaty medium." "Our stunt double for muscle today is going to be what's called knuckle meat, or top round, and it comes from the rump of a cow." "NARRATOR:" "And how much rump is on the table?" "We found a guy with pectorals that were three inches thick and biceps that were 11 inches thick." "And then we posited, what if you were shooting at him, and what if he then took that massive bicep, put it in front of that massive pectoral and became superhumanly bulletproof?" "NARRATOR:" "It's true that body builders, with all that rippling muscle, sure look tough." "But are they tough enough to stop a bullet?" "Firing into muscle with .45 caliber, in 3.. .2... 1." "NARRATOR:" "The bullet made a neat entry hole." "But did the muscle man make it?" "Dude, check it out." "When I move it..." "JAMIE:" "Yeah, I can see it clear as day." "That's an exit hole." "That it is." "NARRATOR:" "Yep, sure enough, it too is busted." "Back at M7, Kari, Grant, and Tory have built a robot to punch with the power of martial-arts expert Jon Fitch." "Now it's time to test the "Kill Bill" myth -- can you really punch your way out of a pine box?" "The team lays the Robofist to rest..." "This is how they do it in Hollywood, Kari." "Ah!" "That's got to hurt." "NARRATOR:" "...nails down the lid, and they're ready for a dirt-free preliminary test." "Now, sharp-eyed viewers may note that there's no dirt on top of our casket." "But right now, we're just trying to isolate the casket and see whether, in theory, it's possible to punch your way through." "NARRATOR:" "Meanwhile, Kari's worked out the correct punch-to-air ratio if you get buried alive." "After about 45 minutes, you're gonna lose air inside your casket and you're gonna pass out." "Now, Jon Fitch says that he can punch about 20 times per minute." "So we figure the parameters for our myth should be set at about half an hour, or 600 punches." "If you can't get out after 600 punches, well, you might not be getting out." "Okay, you guys ready?" "Yeah." "Ready." "Break him out." "NARRATOR:" "So Robofist comes out swinging." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Wow!" "NARRATOR:" "And almost immediately, cracks start to appear." "He's alive!" "NARRATOR:" "Yep, the lid is split." "Punch through!" "NARRATOR:" "But progress is, should we say, not exactly progressing." "That crack looks like it's wider." "Kind of." "NARRATOR:" "300 punches on and Tory, for one, is losing focus." "Tails." "NARRATOR:" "But after 30 minutes, the coffin puncher would be on his last legs, so to speak, with very little air left." "So Kari rings the bell on the final round." "[ Bell dings ] 600 punches, and it still didn't punch its way out." "NARRATOR:" "Yep, the casket cracked, all right, but even without dirt on top, Robofist couldn't break through." "The robot worked great." "However, we were not able to punch through the casket, and that is 600 punches at full strength the whole time." "A person probably would get tired if they were in there." "They would be running out of oxygen." "The robot didn't have any of those limitations, and it still wasn't able to break through the casket top." "NARRATOR:" "But all is not lost because for test 2, the guys are going to get down and dirty." "They're going to bury the casket six feet under, and that might just give them the cracking they're after." "Their coffin is eight feet long, three feet wide, and will be buried six feet deep." "That means it's covered with over 12,000 pounds of dirt." "This extra pressure may do nothing at all." "But it could create such a serious strain on the lid that it's actually easier to break through." "So, bring on Tory's masterpiece -- a mobile graveyard with a box on top to house six feet of dirt," "and the casket fits snug underneath." "Tory's rig right there, with a coffin six feet under, with a pallet of 4x8 dirt, will give you between 12,000 and 16,000 pounds, approximately," "all resting on a lid made of 3/4-inch pine." "NARRATOR:" "And your prediction, Kari?" "I think you might be able to punch your way out." "I just think you're gonna die once it happens." "NARRATOR:" "And on that cheery thought," "Grant gets things cracking." "GRANT:" "Here we go!" "3.. .2... 1." "TORY:" "Look at it." "It's already starting to crack the lid." "NARRATOR:" "Just like last time," "Robofist immediately starts lifting the lid." "But will it be able to punch a hole clean through?" "That's 150 punches." "He still hasn't broken through." "You wouldn't be able to punch that many times." "You would have run out of oxygen way before this." "And your wrists would be broken, your knuckles would be bloody." "NARRATOR:" "But also, just like last time, the initial splits do not turn into escapable cracks, even after 600 punches." "Well, the coffin lid cracked a little bit." "But it didn't cave in." "I know." "This is not looking good for this myth." "It's looking busted." "I was thinking." "Uh-oh." "Yeah." "I was thinking that we've got so much stuff laying around this shop that we could roust something up that is not terribly exotic that we can make bulletproof armor out of." "Homegrown bulletproof." "I love that!" "You've already got some ideas, I'll bet." "Oh, yeah." "I reckon I could come up with something." "Let's do it!" "NARRATOR:" "So with their myths checked off," "Jamie has issued a challenge -- can the Mythbusters build a slug stopper out of everyday materials?" "Well, first up is Adam, and he reaches straight for... uh, custard?" "This is just cornstarch and water, and it's known in science circles as a non-Newtonian fluid, and I'm thinking its property of acting sometimes like a solid" "and sometimes like a liquid..." "NARRATOR:" "As illustrated to perfection in the "Ninja Special."" "When Adam-san jumped on the cornstarch, it immediately hardened, so it supported his weight." "When he stood still, he sank like a stone." "But will it be strong enough and act fast enough to stop a bullet?" "Meanwhile in the other corner," "Jamie's foregone custard and focused on soda." "Well, the can, at least." "What I'm noticing as I crush this can is that it's getting progressively more resistant to me crushing it." "NARRATOR:" "So, by crushing it to the max, will it roadblock a round?" "I don't really think it's gonna stop a bullet by itself, but what if I have a whole bunch of them?" "NARRATOR:" "So, while Jamie compacts cans," "Adam is ready to test his corn-flour mix." "Homegrown bulletproof one layer in 3.. .2... 1." "[ Gunshot ]" "NARRATOR:" "Can the custard cut the mustard?" "Oh, it definitely went through the aluminum." "One layer is clearly not enough." "NARRATOR:" "Having beaten his aluminum cans into submission," "Jamie adds a dash of home-brewed glue to the mix, known domestically as FGR-95 cement." "JAMIE:" "Okay, that's one down." "That's FGR-95 and propylene fiber with aluminum cubes." "NARRATOR:" "Adam amps up his testing." "It's now a two-custard cluster to fire at." "In 3.. .2... 1." "Two layers still doesn't look like enough." "NARRATOR:" "Meanwhile, Jamie's ready to point the Glock at the soda-can block." "Firing in 3.. .2... 1." "Does that look like..." "That's the " "Did you catch it?" "I caught the bullet right in the face of it." "There it is." "NARRATOR:" "So, Jamie's first prototype has left him feeling pumped, while Adam is feeling pressure." "In desperation, he maxes his mix up to six layers of custard." "Six layers, going for broke." "[ Sighs ] 3.. .2... 1." "Nothing." "Looks like the same-size bullet hole." "NARRATOR:" "So cornstarch as a bulletproof material?" "Dud." "Dud." "Dud." "3.. .2..." "NARRATOR:" "Meanwhile, Jamie's testing has now shown that cement with fiber and cans is okay at stopping a 9-millimeter." "It collapsed the aluminum, but it did not make it through." "NARRATOR:" "But he wants more, and a sudden restroom-renovation revelation delivers the solution." "Even though I'm kind of attached to my recycled aluminum cans," "I'm gonna try these tiles." "They're hard, I think they might break up a bullet, and they come ready to go in these nifty little sheets, just like armor plates." "NARRATOR:" "They test it out and... 3.. .2..." "NARRATOR:" "What do you know?" "The bullet bounces straight off." "Jamie." "It didn't make it through the felt." "JAMIE:" "I wondered." "Yeah." "So that worked." "lt did." "NARRATOR:" "Rather predictably, it's Jamie who wins this challenge." "But how will his bunch of blocks fare when they get put to the ultimate test?" "Let's get out to the shooting range." "[ Grunts ] 3.. .2... 1." "NARRATOR:" "Tory, Grant, and Kari have found that trying to clout your way out of a casket "Kill Bill" style ain't all it's cracked up to be." "But as a potential final nail in this myth's coffin, there is one last part to test." "We've busted the part of the myth where you can punch through a casket." "But now we're gonna test the part of the myth that if you did bust through the casket, could you dig through six feet of dirt?" "So what I need to do is, I need to reconfigure this rig here so that we can get inside of it and safely try to dig our way out." "NARRATOR:" "Now, if the movie heroine was superhuman or the coffin lid riddled with woodworm, maybe she could have punched through." "And if so, could she then have escaped?" "To find out," "Tory replaces the casket lid with a sliding hatch to hold back the dirt above." "All right, so this is the trapdoor." "It's gonna open like that, and then we'll start digging our way out." "NARRATOR:" "He's also built an acrylic casket, with a specially designed escape hatch that's all ready for a trial run." "So, the new casket's in place, and what I'm gonna do right now is just test the trapdoor and see if it's working." "Oh!" "It works." "And I'm out safely." "NARRATOR:" "Well... sort of safely." "Aah." "Better than... dying." "NARRATOR:" "Meanwhile, Grant's got the dirt on dirt." "So dirt weighs between 65 and 88 pounds per cubic foot, and we know from our "buried in the sand" experiment that those types of pressures on your chest cavity can get very dangerous very quick." "Now, traditionally, caskets are buried six feet under dirt." "But, for safety, we're gonna start out with just two feet." "NARRATOR:" "But even only two feet under," "Kari, for one, is sure Tory is digging his own grave." "I have a feeling the coffin's gonna fill up and pin him before he's able to dig his way out." "NARRATOR:" "So, pepped up by Kari's confidence," "Tory puts on an anti-crush suit..." "This ought to stop the dirt from compressing my lungs." "NARRATOR:" "...and most important, a fire-brigade breathing apparatus." "It'll go..." "NARRATOR:" "One panicked look later, and it's "go" time." "Be careful in there." "NARRATOR:" "Tory carefully slides his way into the coffin as he prepares to literally put his life on the line." "KARI:" "You ready?" "TORY:" "I'm ready." "All right, I'm gonna open the door slowly." "TORY:" "All of a sudden, this seems like a horrible idea." "NARRATOR:" "Tory's burial ritual begins." "Kari releases the trapdoor, exactly as if he'd been able to punch a hole in that coffin lid." "The trickle of dirt begins to fall in on him." "TORY:" "Wow, this is freaky." "Okay, keep going." "Yeah, keep going." "NARRATOR:" "Kari opens it wider, and it rapidly becomes an avalanche, and it's panic stations below." "[Bleep] Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "TORY:" "I'm all right." "I'm all right." "I'm okay, I'm okay." "I'm all right." "NARRATOR:" "The two feet of dirt has caved in on him, but there's a bonus." "It's opened up a rabbit hole above." "TORY:" "Daylight!" "Whoo!" "NARRATOR:" "But still trapped, he pushes the dirt to the bottom of the coffin, wriggles, and then scrapes his way upright, and with a massive effort, actually triumphs in tunneling his way out." "Ahh!" "I'm alive!" "NARRATOR:" "Tory has proved that at two feet under, assuming you could open the coffin lid, escape is just conceivable." "But the myth calls for a normal burial." "Now, our next setup is gonna be under the full six feet of dirt." "NARRATOR:" "Yep, you heard right, folks " "Grant is going to be buried a full six feet under." "But, so he doesn't die, his plan is to sit up, not lie down, in the coffin." "Okay, let's pause for Kari's prediction." "I think about four feet, it's all gonna collapse down and completely go pear-shaped." "GRANT:" "Okay, Kari, go ahead." "NARRATOR:" "Kari at last "dishes the dirt" on Grant." "GRANT:" "Keep going." "NARRATOR:" "Thousands of pounds of soil slither south." "Okay, stop!" "Stop!" "NARRATOR:" "And almost immediately," "Grant is buried to the neck, unable to move, at least until the rig breaks under the pressure." "It's easy to see that if Grant had been lying down, he'd be dead." "Well, I guess that worked well." "Yeah, I think that pretty much sums it up." "NARRATOR:" "The air tunnel that Tory used never opened up for Grant, and that meant escape was totally impossible." "NARRATOR:" "So let's go inside and put the epitaph on this myth." "All right, you guys, where do we stand with coffin punch?" "We definitely have to bust this one." "There's no way we were even able to punch through the lid of the casket, and that's with the full strength of the martial artist, both in the shop and when the casket was buried." "Say you could punch a hole in the casket and you could punch that hole big enough that you could crawl out of, there's no way you're crawling through six feet of dirt." "Look how much trouble you had with two feet." "And I had a mask on and a respirator." "Yeah, if you didn't have that, you wouldn't be able to see or breathe." "Yeah, so this one is definitely busted." "Busted." "Busted." "I just hope I never get buried alive." "Oh, that's what I was gonna get you for Christmas." "This is my improvised armor." "Now, it's made of a high-strength gypsum cement called FGR-95, which is filled with polypropylene fiber," "and we've also inserted two layers of common bathroom tiles a little bit back from the front." "NARRATOR:" "With its gel vital organs as backstop, the mannequin will take the hit if the tile proves permeable." "Well, here at the Mythbusters armory," "Jamie said he wanted to test the Jamie tile." "We wanted to give it a good solid test." "We chose wide bandwidth of your basic armaments and ammunition." "So let me give you a tour of today's arsenal." "Starting off with a handgun, 9-millimeter." "Moving on to the handgun, .45 caliber." "Then to the shotgun, both with buckshot and the deer slug." "Finally, finishing off with the high-speed rifle round, the .223." "That ought to give this thing a run for its money." "Going hot!" "NARRATOR:" "And suited, locked, and loaded for the first big test, let's pause for a prediction from Jamie." "As far as pistols go, the 9-millimeter has a reputation for penetrating quite well." "I'm gonna go out on a limb here, though, and say," "I think my Jamie tile is gonna stop it." "[ Gun clicks ]" "NARRATOR:" "But will confidence be confirmed by the conclusion?" "Firing in 3... 2... 1." "It stopped it." "It totally stopped it." "There you go." "JAMIE:" "It's a 9-millimeter." "I'd say it's Jamie tile, 1, bullet, 0." "NARRATOR:" "It's a good start for Jamie's tile, but next, it's staring down the barrel of a .45 handgun." "ADAM:" "Oh, that looks like a nice stop." "Beauty." "Hardly a dent in the back." "[ Laughs ]" "Jamie tile, 2." "Bullets, zilch." "NARRATOR:" "Next up in the ramp-up, it's buckshot." "After watching what it did against the handgun rounds," "I don't think buckshot is gonna make it through the Jamie tile." "[ Gunshot ]" "Wow!" "[ Laughs ] Look at that." "JAMIE:" "Well, I tell you what, buckshot is one of the scariest things you can go up against, and the Jamie tile stopped it, and it stopped it cold." "NARRATOR:" "But now things get really serious as buckshot takes a backseat, replaced by the deer slug." "This is almost an ounce of lead." "It's a huge amount of force coming out of that gun." "I don't know whether we'll be able to stop it or not." "MAN:" "Range is hot!" "Eye and ear protection on." "[ Chuckles ] I see dead people." "NARRATOR:" "And the fears are founded." "ADAM:" "Wow, look at that hole!" "You'd be hurting." "You'd be dead." "NARRATOR:" "The deer slug went straight through the tile and took out the vital organs, too." "Oh, it looks like the champion's been taken down by an upstart named "Deer Slug."" "NARRATOR:" "And after the slow-moving but deadly deer shot..." "Now we're gonna move on to the .223." "this is the opposite end of the scale." "It's a really small bullet, but it's moving really, really fast." "NARRATOR:" "But can it take out a Jamie tile?" "Range is hot!" "Eye and ears!" "NARRATOR:" "And it's the last man standing." "What do you think?" "You think it went through?" "JAMIE:" "I think it went through." "ADAM:" "You do?" "Oh, look at that." "There's the bullet." "That would be a kill." "Wow!" "Look at that." "You certainly slowed that bullet down for it to end up in the gel, but he's dead." "NARRATOR:" "And there's no arguing with that." "[ German accent ] Well, it seems that the halcyon days where we all wished the Jamie tile was bulletproof are all going to go, for the .223" "has pierced it completely." "However, it is still Jamie tile, 3, bullets and ammunition, 2." "Well, our armor is full of holes, the dummy is full of holes." "I think we're done here." "I think our work is done." "Let's go." "JAMIE:" "I think I need to try Portland cement next."