WWW.ABLE.CO.NZ CAPTIONS WERE MADE POSSIBLE WITH FUNDING FROM NZ ON AIR. ABLE 2016. CHORAL DRAMATIC MUSIC MUSIC CONTINUES (ENGINES WHIRRING) (WIND HOWLING) WE ARE HERE. CUP (OVER RADIO): AT 8,000 FEET. THIS IS IT, BOYS. PHIL (OVER RADIO): YOU GOT IT, ZAMP? LOUIE: ROGER. YOU HIT THIS ONE, DRINKS ARE ON ME. LOUIE: I AIN'T GOING TO A BAR WITH YOU, HANDSOME. YOU CONFUSE ALL THE BROADS. -(CHUCKLES) -(WHISTLES) GET YOUR CAMERAS, BOYS. I'M GONNA LIGHT IT UP LIKE CHRISTMAS. PILOT TO BOMBARDIER, YOUR SHIP. LOUIE (OVER RADIO): BOMBARDIER TO PILOT. ROGER. BOMBARDIER TO CREW, BOMB BAY DOORS OPEN. BROOKS: BAY DOORS OPEN! AH! DAMN FLAK. (GROANS) (EXPLOSIONS) OH, BOY! COME ON. COME ON, ZAMP. THERE YOU ARE. (OVER RADIO): BOMBS AWAY. BOMBARDIER TO PILOT, YOUR SHIP. PHIL (OVER RADIO): ROGER. OK. HERE WE GO. (SHOCK WAVE RUMBLES) (GIGGLES) YEAH, JUST LIKE CHRISTMAS. (WHIRRING) BOMB BAY DOORS ARE STUCK. UH-OH. ZERO, INBOUND, TEN 'O CLOCK, LEVEL. PHIL (OVER RADIO): ALL RIGHT. CUP: HERE THEY COME, BOYS. CALL THEM OUT. (RAPID GUNSHOTS) PHIL (OVER RADIO): GOT TO GET THOSE DOORS CLOSED, ZAMP. ROGER. GET THEM, GET THEM, GET THEM, GET THEM, MITCHELL. BROOKS: COMING IN HIGH AT NINE O' CLOCK. COMING LEVEL TO THREE. DOUGLAS: TAKE THEM OUT, MITCHELL. (RAPID GUNFIRE) -BREAKING LOW, FIVE O' CLOCK! BROOKS: ONE COMING BEHIND US AT SEVEN O' CLOCK! (GROANS) MAC: LOW, HE'S GOING LOW. DOUGLAS: BROOKS, HE'S GOING DOWN. HE'S COMING YOUR SIDE. GLASSMAN! GLASSMAN! MITCHELL: WE GOT A LAG, MAC! MAC: LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW! -HE'S GOING LOW! -(GROANING) I LOST HIM! GLASSMAN! -(GROANING) -OK, OK. I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW. LET ME TAKE A LOOK AT YOU. I KNOW, BUDDY, I KNOW. JUST BE BRAVE NOW, ALL RIGHT? YOU'RE STILL GOOD-LOOKING. YOU'RE STILL VERY HANDSOME. -YOU MAKE ME SICK! (PLANES PASS BY) HELP ME! YEAH! -(GROANING) -I KNOW. YOU GOT IT, BUDDY. YOU GOT IT. I'M RIGHT HERE. -YOU JUST HANG... -I WANT TO GO HOME. -YOU WILL, HARRY, YOU WILL. ALL RIGHT? YOU THINK ABOUT HOME, OK? MAC: PILLSBURY, HIGH EIGHT O' CLOCK, HIGH EIGHT O' CLOCK. (YELLING) WHOA, WHOA. AY! OH, BOY. -LAMBERT: LOUIE? -(PANTING) LOUIE: LAMBERT. HERE, TAKE THIS, ALL RIGHT? -TAKE THIS. -OH, OK. OK, IT'S OK. TAKE THIS. MITCHELL: HE'S COMING AROUND. LOUIE: PILLSBURY? (RAPID GUNSHOTS) (GROANING) (GUNSHOTS STOP) -(PANTING) (GUNSHOTS RESUME) (GUNSHOTS STOP) CUP (OVER RADIO): NICE WORK, BOYS. EVERYTHING'S SHOT UP BACK THERE, PHIL. WE GOT NO HYDRAULICS, BUT WE'RE STILL FLYING. WE GOT NO FLAPS, PHIL. SO BASICALLY, WE GOT NO BRAKES. HOW FAR TO BASE? I DON'T KNOW, WHAT? FIVE HOURS? IF WE MAKE IT THAT FAR. LOOK, THE RUNWAY'S OVER 6,000 FEET, BUT WE'RE GOING TO NEED AT LEAST TEN IF WE GOT NO BRAKES. PRIEST (VOICE-OVER): GOD CREATED TWO GREAT LIGHTS. THE GREATER LIGHT TO RULE OVER THE DAY, AND THE LESSER LIGHT TO RULE OVER THE NIGHT. NOW, THESE THINGS-- LIGHT AND DARK, DAY AND NIGHT-- ARE SEPARATED FROM EACH OTHER. GOD CREATED EACH IN ITS PLACE. HE DID NOT CREATE A BATTLE BETWEEN THEM. -(WHISPERING) HE SAID, "I HAVE CREATED BOTH OF THESE THINGS." YOU MUST LIVE THROUGH THE NIGHT. DON'T BATTLE WITH IT. (WHISPERING IN ITALIAN) FOR GOD SAID, "THE NIGHT ALSO IS MINE." HE SENT HIS SON, JESUS, NOT TO DO BATTLE. NOT TO WAGE WAR ON THE SINS OF MAN, BUT TO FORGIVE THEM. FORGIVE THE SIN. SMILE ON THE SINNER. ACCEPT THE DARKNESS. LIVE THROUGH THE NIGHT. LOVE THINE ENEMY. (DOGS BARKING) ZAMPERINI! HEY! (WIND HOWLING) BOY: IS THAT GARLIC I SMELL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WOP? HEY, WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO ITALY? YOU AND YOUR GREASY WOP FAMILY. - COME ON, GET HIM UP. - GET UP. -HEY! HEY! -HEY! GET OFF HIM! (GROANS) (GRUNTS) (PANTING) STAY DOWN. DUMB DAGO. (GROANS) -OH, HEY! HEY! -GET HIM OFF ME! -JESUS. -OFFICER: HEY! -WHOA, SHIT. -BACK UP. GO, GO, GO. ONLY REASON YOU'RE NOT IN REFORM SCHOOL NOW IS COS OF THE RESPECT WE HAVE FOR YOUR PARENTS. EVERYBODY IN TOWN WANTS YOU PUT AWAY. (DOORBELL RINGS) SORRY, LOUISE. HE WAS FIGHTING AGAIN. HA FATTO A PUGNI DI NUOVO. AND, UH, WE FOUND THIS. UH, HE PAINTED THE BOTTLE. IT'S LIQUOR. HA TROVATO QUESTO. L'HA COLORATA. E LIQUORE. AMORE, LIQUORE? (SPEAKING ITALIAN) (SPEAKING ITALIAN) -(SLAPPING, SPEAKING ITALIAN) (SPEAKING ITALIAN) (PANS CLATTERING) LOUISE (VOICE-OVER): SANTA MARIA, MADRE DI DIO... (PRAYER CONTINUES IN ITALIAN) (WHISTLE BLOWING IN DISTANCE) GIRL: WHAT DO YOU THINK? HE'S KIND OF CUTE, RIGHT? (QUIET CHATTER) -IT IS. THAT'S WHAT HE TOLD ME. -HE'S SO CUTE. MAN: COME ON, JIMMY! PICK IT UP! -COME ON, PETE, GO! -GO, GO, GO! -COME ON! COME ON, PETE, GO! -GO! GO! -GO! YEAH, COME ON, PASS HIM! MAN: SOMEONE DOWN THERE? WHO'S DOWN THERE? (PANTING) YOUNG LOUIE (VOICE-OVER): THIS IS SO DUMB. SINCE WHEN WERE YOU SO SMART? COME ON. FASTER. WHY? NO ONE'S CHASING ME. I'M CHASING YOU. (PANTING) I CAN'T DO THIS, PETE. I'M NOT LIKE YOU. I'M NOTHING. JUST LET ME BE NOTHING. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I CAN'T MAKE A TRACK TEAM. -I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU WANT ME TO... -YES, YOU CAN. IF YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU CAN MAKE IT. WHAT? IF YOU CAN TAKE IT, YOU CAN MAKE IT. ALL RIGHT? YOU TRAIN AND YOU FIGHT WAY HARDER THAN THOSE OTHER GUYS, AND YOU WIN. YOU GET OUT FROM UNDER THEM. OR YOU KEEP GOING THE WAY YOU'RE GOING, AND YOU END UP AS A BUM IN THE STREETS. (SIGHS) YOU CAN DO THIS, LOU. JUST GOT TO BELIEVE YOU CAN. I DON'T BELIEVE. (SIGHS) I DO. COME ON. ANDIAMO. FORZA! VA BENE. (STARTER PISTOL FIRES) (QUIET CHATTER) PETE: COME ON! YOU DUMB DAGO! (PANTING) (INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC SLOWLY BUILDS) (MUSIC CONTINUES BUILDING) (MUSIC PEAKS, SOARS) (INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES) (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) COME ON, LOUIE! ANNOUNCER: BOY, OH, BOY, CAN THAT GUY FLY. THEY'RE CALLING HIM THE TORRANCE TORNADO. (CHEERING) (CHEERING CONTINUES) (BELL DINGING) ANNOUNCER: THIS KID ZAMPERINI RUNS LIKE HIS FEET NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND. WOMAN: GO, LOUIE! ATTABOY! (PANTING) OW! (GRUNTS) WOMAN: GO, LOUIE! WOMAN 2: COME ON, COME ON. (BELL DINGING) PETE: COME ON! COME ON, KEEP GOING! (SPEAKING ITALIAN) BRAVO, BRAVO! -COME ON, LOUIE! -COME ON, LOUIE! COME ON, LOUIE! (CHEERING) COME ON, COME ON, COME ON! ANNOUNCER: THE TORRANCE TORNADO SMOKED THE MILE IN FOUR MINUTES, 21.3 SECONDS. ZAMPERINI IS NOW OFFICIALLY THE FASTEST HIGH SCHOOL RUNNER IN AMERICAN HISTORY. FOLKS, THIS KID IS ON HIS WAY TO THE OLYMPICS! WHY WOULD I COME? YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WIN. (CHUCKLES) SURE. I KNOW THAT. IT'S ALL RIGHT. FOUR YEARS' TIME, NEXT OLYMPICS, THAT'S WHEN I SHOW THEM. THIS IS JUST THE TRY-OUTS FOR ME. -TOKYO. -TOKYO. SMART KID. -TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, ALL RIGHT? -MM-HMM. GO HAVE A LITTLE FUN, TOO, HUH? SAY HI TO THOSE PRETTY GERMAN BROADS FOR ME. -Y-YOU KNOW IT. -(CHUCKLES) COME HERE. THANKS, PETE. FOR EVERYTHING. (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS) GO ON. -(SIGHS) -MAN: HEY, LOUIE! (PEOPLE CHEERING) PETE: LOUIE. A MOMENT OF PAIN IS WORTH A LIFETIME OF GLORY. YOU REMEMBER THAT. GEAR'S DOWN. ALL RIGHT, HERE WE GO. STILL COMING IN PRETTY HOT. ONE-TEN. ALMOST. STILL TOO FAST. COME ON. (TYRES SQUEAL) WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! (METAL CREAKING) (SIGHS) (PANTING) OK. FLAT TYRE. (LAUGHS) (LAUGHTER) (WHOOPING) (GROANING) GUNNER: THANK YOU, GOD. (SOMBRE MUSIC) NOW YOU'RE PRAYING? I WAS BUSY BEFORE. MY MOTHER DOES THAT SOMETIMES. YEAH, A LOT OF PEOPLE DO THIS. HE SAY ANYTHING BACK? - YEAH. - WHAT? HE SAYS MY BOMBARDIER'S A DOPE. - LOUIE: REALLY? - (PHIL CHUCKLES) CUP: ALL RIGHT, BUDDY. NOW! -HERE WE GO. -TOUCHDOWN. COME ON! -(HORN HONKS) -DOWN, SET HUT! -I GOT HIM! -I'M OPEN! -HEY, LOUIE! COME ON, LOUIE! KEEP ON, BUDDY. KEEP PUSHING. -(HORN HONKING) -OH! WHOA! YEAH? HUH? (PANTING) (LAUGHING): OH, BOY! FOUR-TWELVE. GETTING CLOSE. HEY, I HOPE YOU'RE NOT THAT FAST IN THE SACK. (LAUGHTER) OH, BOY. -(CHUCKLES) -(HORN HONKING) -YEAH! -YEAH! SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT, MAN! COME ON! -WRAP IT UP, SPEEDY. -HUH? - WE GOT A MISSION. - HUH? - NOT A COMBAT MISSION. RESCUE. B-24 EN ROUTE TO KANTON NEVER MADE IT, SO... LOOKS LIKE THOSE BOYS DITCHED. A LOT OF OCEAN. YEAH. AND, UH, THEY GOT US SOME NEW CREW. WE GET A NEW PLANE? (LAUGHTER) OH, THIS IS JUST LIKE SITTING IN A LIVING ROOM TRYING TO FLY THE HOUSE. THEY'VE BEEN TAKING PARTS OFF THIS FOR OTHER PLANES. WE'RE LUCKY IT'S STILL GOT AN ENGINE. OH, LIEUTENANT SAYS IT'S AIRWORTHY. IT'S BEEN CERTIFIED, HE SAYS. BY HELEN KELLER. (LAUGHTER) LOT OF OCEAN. PHIL (OVER RADIO): YEAH. LOT OF OCEAN. (EXHALES) -MITCHELL. -YEAH. YOU'RE UP. SO A, UH, A DUCK WALKS INTO A BAR, RIGHT? OR WADDLES, IF YOU WILL. -SO, UH, HE WALKS INTO THE BAR, -UH-HUH. AND HE SAYS TO THE BARTENDER, UH, "CAN I HAVE A CREME DE MENTHE?" (EXPLOSION) -OH! WHOA. -HANG ON, THERE. (ALARM BLARING) -ALL RIGHT, NUMBER ONE'S OUT. UH, OTHER ENGINES ARE BURNING MORE FUEL. -GOT TO FEATHER IT. UH... HEY, UH, HEY, UH... (MOUTHING) -I DON'T KNOW. -UH, ENGINEER? -CAN YOU COME UP TO THE COCKPIT AND FEATHER THE ENGINE? -MAC: WHAT'S GOING ON, GUYS? CUP: UH, CO-PILOT TO RADIO. SEND TO BASE. WE'VE LOST AN ENGINE. -ALL RIGHT, WHICH ONE? -THE LEFT. -WE NEED MORE ON THE RIGHT. -ONE OR TWO? -THAT'S ALL WE GOT ON THE RIGHT. -NO. WE NEED MORE ON THE RIGHT! -THAT'S ALL WE GOT ON THE RIGHT. -DAMN IT! -LEFT ENGINES ARE BOTH GONE. THAT'S EVERYTHING ON THE RIGHT, PHIL. OK. - HEY, PHIL? - YEAH? IS THIS A... PREPARE TO CRASH. UH, WAIST GUNNER! -GET THE RATIONS BOX. -TIE THE GUNS DOWN. -YOU GUYS GOT VESTS? -VESTS ON! -WHO NEEDS ONE? -WHO'S ON THE RAFT? MAC: GLASSMAN! -YEAH! -SEND MAYDAY. -IS EVERYONE IN POSITION? -ANYONE ON THE RAFTS? ENGINEER: YEAH! I GOT IT! RADIO MAN: MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY! THIS IS GREEN HORNET. WE ARE GOING DOWN. MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY. OK. (OVER RADIO): EVERYBODY BRACE. BRACE! (APPLAUSE) (MUSIC PLAYING OVER P.A.) (APPLAUSE) (FANFARE MUSIC PLAYS OVER P.A.) (APPLAUSE, CHEERING) (FANFARE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING) (CHEERING) ANNOUNCER: IN AN ASTOUNDING PERFORMANCE, NEGRO AMERICAN JESSE OWENS FROM OHIO STATE HAS WON FOUR GOLD MEDALS IN THE 100-METER, THE 200-METER, THE LONG JUMP AND THE 400-METER RELAY. NEXT UP, THE 5,000-METER WITH AMERICA'S RECORD-BREAKING DON LASH LEADING THE AMERICAN TEAM. ALONG WITH NEWCOMER LOUIE ZAMPERINI. (CHEERING, LAUGHTER) -(STARTER SPEAKING GERMAN) -(SHOOTS) AND ALREADY, THREE SECTIONS OF RUNNERS HAVE FORMED, WITH AMERICA'S DON LASH AND THE FINNISH SALMINEN AND HOCKERT AHEAD OF THE PACK. THE FINNS ALWAYS THE FAVOURITE IN THIS LONG-HAUL EVENT. -IN THE SECOND GROUP IS AMERICA'S LOUIE ZAMPERINI. -(MURMURING) THE FINNS, HOCKERT, LEHTINEN AND SALMINEN HAVE SET THE PACE, AND THEY ARE NOT LETTING UP. AND ZAMPERINI IS FADING, TOO, DROPPING FURTHER BACK. (WHISPERING IN ITALIAN) AND INTO THE EIGHTH LAP, IT'S THE FINNS STILL IN THE LEAD, WITH SALMINEN IN FIRST PLACE. COME ON, LOUIE. (VOICE-OVER): COME ON, LOUIE. (BELL RINGING) ANNOUNCER: AND WE START THE LAST LAP. THE FINNS SEEM TO BE IN CONTROL. IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE DON LASH IS GONNA BRING HOME THE MEDAL FOR THE USA. THERE-THERE SEEMS TO BE SOME MOVEMENT BACK IN THE PACK. -YES, THAT'S ZAMPERINI OVERTAKING NORWAY'S ROLF HANSEN. -(EXCITED CHATTER) VA TUTTO BENE. ANNOUNCER: HE SEEMS TO HAVE SOME GAS IN RESERVE. -(LAUGHS) -HE REALLY IS MAKING UP SOME TIME. HOCKERT AND LEHTINEN WILL BE ONE AND TWO. -BUT LOOK AT THAT ZAMPERINI! -YEAH! -HE'S GOT DON LASH IN HIS SIGHTS. -SHH-SHH-SHH! WELL, THE GREAT DON LASH IS NOT GONNA BE THE FIRST AMERICAN, FOLKS. IT'S HIGH SCHOOL KID ZAMPERINI, PUSHING PAST THE RECORD-BREAKERS ON THIS FIELD! (CHEERING, LAUGHTER) ANNOUNCER: I HAVE NOT SEEN THAT! I HAVE NOT SEEN THAT. THAT FINAL LAP, FOLKS, THE RECORD FOR THAT WAS 69.2 SECONDS. ZAMPERINI JUST DID IT IN 56 SECONDS. THAT RECORD IS GOING TO HOLD FOR A WHILE, LET ME TELL YOU. (EQUIPMENT CLANKS) (GASPING) (GROANING) (PANTING) (SOMBRE TONE) (CLANKING) (GASPING) (PANTING) ALL RIGHT, PHIL. OK, BUDDY, ALL RIGHT. OK. ON THREE. TWO. THREE. (GROANS) (GROANING) OK. OK. (DESOLATE MUSIC) -ALL RIGHT, HERE WE GO. -(GRUNTS) GLASSMAN DIDN'T MAKE IT. - CUP DIDN'T MAKE IT. - HEY, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT, MAC. WE'RE GONNA DIE. NO, WE'RE NOT, MAC. THEY DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE. YEAH, THEY'LL FIND US. THEY'LL NEVER SEE US. T-TELL HIM TO SHUT UP. - SHUT UP, MAC. - WE'RE GONNA DIE OUT HERE. - COME ON, MAC, SHUT UP. (SIGHS) HEY, MAC, CHOCOLATE. ONE SQUARE AT NIGHT, ONE SQUARE IN THE MORNING. ALL RIGHT? MAC? TWO OR THREE SIPS A DAY, YEAH? WE GOT TO MAKE IT LAST. PHIL: ZAMP? - ZAMP? - YEAH, YEAH. YEAH, PHIL? I'M GLAD IT'S YOU. YEAH, I'M GLAD IT'S ME, TOO. (OMINOUS MUSIC) (THUMPING) WHAT WAS THAT? (GASPS) (AIRPLANE APPROACHING) MAC! MAC, MAC, MAC, COME ON! GET THE DYE, MAC. GET THE DYE. OK, OK. ALL RIGHT. -HEY! -HEY! (FLARE WHISTLING) HEY! -HEY! -HEY! DOWN HERE! HEY! TURN AROUND! MAC: YOU SON OF A BITCH! TURN AROUND! (SIGHS) WHAT DID YOU DO, MAC? HUH? -IT DOESN'T MATTER. -DOESN'T MATTER?! IT DOESN'T MATTER? IT DOESN'T MATTER. (SIGHS) (GROANS) (CRYING) -(SCREECHING) -JESUS! GET IT, MAC, GET IT! (SCREECHING CONTINUES) (GROANS) (ALL GROANING) I DON'T THINK I CAN DO IT. WE GOT TO TRY. (COUGHING) WE HAD TO TRY. YOU KNOW WHAT? MAYBE THE FISH WON'T BE SO PICKY. OH, BOY. -YEAH? -I GOT ONE. YEAH. -WHOA! -YEAH, YEAH! - YEAH, YEAH! YEAH! - ATTABOY, PHIL! (LAUGHTER) HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE. DAMN IT. -(CHUCKLES) -ALL RIGHT. MMM. OK. COME HERE, MAC. COME ON. OK. BUON APPETITO. MMM. MMM. -GOOD? -AH! MMM. (MOANS) THIS IS HOW THE JAPANESE EAT FISH. RAW. LOUIE: IF YOU ASK ME, IT'S NOT FOOD UNTIL YOU COOK IT. LITTLE LEMON, LITTLE GARLIC... WHEN WE GET HOME, COME ROUND MY HOUSE. MAMA WILL COOK FOR YOU. YOU REMEMBER THAT STORY IN LIFE MAGAZINE, ABOUT EDDIE RICKENBACKER? HIM AND HIS CREW RAN OUT OF FUEL OVER THE PACIFIC. THEY WERE DRIFTING IN RAFTS FOR 24 DAYS. HUH. 24 DAYS. THEY MADE IT, RIGHT? YEAH. MOST OF THEM LOST THEIR MINDS, BUT THEY MADE IT. WE GOT TO KEEP TALKING. GOT TO KEEP OUR MINDS SHARP. HEY, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT ELSE YOU'RE GONNA LOVE. MAMA'S GNOCCHI. -ITALIANS. -NOBODY... (LAUGHS) NOBODY A-MAKE-A GNOCCHI LIKE HER. (LAUGHTER) SO LIGHT. LIKE CLOUDS. FIRST, SHE MAKES THE DOUGH OUT OF VERY FINE FLOUR. SO FINE, IT'S LIKE TALCUM POWDER. THEN SHE USES LOTS OF EGGS, LIKE MAYBE 12. (IMITATES EGGS CRACKING) AND THEN SHE BEATS THEM UP, MAC. (IMITATES MIXER) BEATS THEM UP. AND THEN SHE DRIZZLES THEM OVER. MMM. (SIGHS) PHIL: # THOU ME ON # # THE NIGHT IS DARK # AND I AM FAR FROM HOME # LEAD THOU ME ON... # DO YOU THINK GOD MADE THE STARS, PHIL? YES, I DO. SO YOU THINK THERE'S SOME KIND OF A GRAND PLAN? WHY'D WE LIVE AND THE OTHERS DIDN'T? WHY ARE WE HERE NOW? HERE'S THE PLAN. YOU GO ON LIVING THE BEST YOU CAN. YOU TRY TO HAVE SOME FUN ALONG THE WAY. THEN, ONE DAY IT'S OVER. YOU'LL WAKE UP, AND THERE'S AN ANGEL SITTING AT THE EDGE OF YOUR BED. ANGEL SAYS, "OK. "YOU CAN ASK ME ALL THOSE DUMB QUESTIONS NOW. COS I GOT ALL THE ANSWERS." THAT'S WHAT YOU BELIEVE? YEAH. THAT'S WHAT I BELIEVE. (THUNDER RUMBLING) (PANTING) OUR FATHER, WHICH ART IN HEAVEN, HALLOWED BE THY NAME... IF YOU GET ME THROUGH THIS, IF YOU ANSWER MY PRAYERS, I SWEAR I'LL DEDICATE MY WHOLE LIFE TO YOU. (GROANS) I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. PLEASE. (THUNDER CONTINUES) (RAIN PATTERING SOFTLY) (GROANS) (SIGHS) MAC. HERE WE GO. HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO. ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! (GRUNTING) YOU GOT IT? (SHOUTS) OK, OK. OK. (GRUNTING) (PANTING) GEEZ. (GROANS) JUST A SCRATCH. - HOW IS IT? - STINKS. THAT'S THE BANDAGE, NOT YOU. WE BEAT RICKENBACKER'S RECORD... FOUR DAYS AGO. YOU'RE KEEPING COUNT? (CHUCKLES) YEAH. (AIRPLANE APPROACHING) OH. (WEAKLY): HEY. (GROANS) HEY. AH! -HEY. -HEY. (FLARE SHOOTS) HEY. OH, GOD. OH, MY GOD. HEY! HEY! (RAPID GUNSHOTS) LOUIE (MUFFLED): COME ON. COME ON. COME ON. (GROANS) (COUGHS) -GET OUT, BOYS. -I CAN'T, I CAN'T. GET OUT! COME ON! (GASPS) (TENSE MUSIC) -MAC? -STILL HERE. - STILL HERE. - PHIL? IF THE JAPS ARE THIS BAD, WE MIGHT EVEN WIN THIS DAMN WAR. AH! (PANTING) (AIR HISSING) SHIT. PHIL. HERE. (GROANING) (PANTING) DID YOU SEE THAT SURPRISE MAC ATTACK? CAME DOWN ON THAT THING LIKE A GODDAMN DIVE BOMBER. DAMN SHARKS WERE SCARED SHIT. (PHIL CHUCKLES) - HE SAVED YOUR SKINNY ASS. - (LOUIE LAUGHS) 1937. BASEBALL MVP. KID FROM DETROIT. GEHRINGER. HEY, MAC, GET IN THE GAME. (BREATHING WEAKLY) MAC? - MAC? - STILL HERE. I'M... STILL HERE. WHAT YOU GONNA MAKE FOR BREAKFAST, ZAMP? IT'S YOUR CALL. YOUR MOTHER'S GNOCCHI. GNOCCHI FOR BREAKFAST? WHY NOT? (GROANING) AM I GONNA DIE? MAYBE, MAC. YOU THINK TONIGHT? MAYBE. YES, SIR. I THINK TONIGHT. SO YOU GOT YOUR DOUGH, AND YOU ROLL IT OUT. JUST ROLLING IT OUT. GOOD, NO LUMPS. SO WE JUST KNEAD THAT TOGETHER. PHIL? HUH? I GOT GOOD NEWS. AND BAD NEWS. (PHIL GROANS) (LOUIE SIGHS) PHIL? ZAMP? YOU OK? UH... LAND FEELS FUNNY. FUNNY. YEAH. (DOOR OPENS, GUARD SHOUTING) (THUMPING, PHIL GROANING) (GROANING CONTINUES) (THUMP, LOUD GROAN) (GRUNTING) STOP! (THUMPING, GROANING CONTINUE) STOP IT. PLEASE, STOP IT. (SIGHS) (RUSTLING NEARBY) (GROANS) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) COLONEL WOULD LIKE TO KNOW DISPOSITION OF TROOPS IN HAWAII. (SIGHS) I DON'T KNOW. SPEAK UP! I WOULDN'T KNOW. I HAVEN'T BEEN THERE IN... (SIGHS) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) IS THIS YOU? YOU ARE FAMOUS OLYMPIC ATHLETE. COLONEL WOULD LIKE TO KNOW LOCATION OF RADAR IN E-CLASS B-24. WE USED THE OLD ONE. D-CLASS. - YOU BOMBARDIER? - YES. (SPEAKING JAPANESE) WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MARINES FROM MACON ISLAND? HOW YOU WORK THE NORDEN BOMBSIGHT? YOU JUST TWIST TWO KNOBS. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MARINES? DRAW NORDEN BOMBSIGHT. (SIGHS) THEY WERE BEHEADED. (SIGHS) (LOUIE SIGHS) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) (THUNDER RUMBLING) (WHEEZING) (SCREECHING): FUCK! (GUARD SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (BELLOWING) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) (SHOUTING) (GRUNTING) (PANTING) (PANTING CONTINUES) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) TAKE OFF CLOTHES. (LOUIE SIGHS) (GROANS) (BIRDS SINGING) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) KNEEL DOWN. KNEEL DOWN? - (SPEAKING JAPANESE) - KNEEL DOWN! (BELLOWS) (GROANING) (LOUIE WHIMPERING) (SOBBING) (GASPING) (GUARDS SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (SHOUTING CONTINUES) NO, NO, NO, NO. NO! PHIL? PHIL? NO! ZAMP! -ZAMP! -PHIL? ZAMP! (SHOUTING CONTINUES IN JAPANESE) THIS IS TOKYO, RIGHT? MUST BE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO RACE HERE FOR THE OLYMPICS, BEFORE THEY GOT CANCELLED. OH, YEAH? LOUIE: I ALWAYS WANTED TO COME TO TOKYO. CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, FELLA. (GUARDS SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (SHOUTING CONTINUES) SOLDIER. SOLDIER. OFFICER. SOLDIER. OFFICER. (SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) GOOD EVENING, OLD PRISONERS. WELCOME, NEW HANDS. THIS IS OMORI DETENTION CAMP. I AM CORPORAL WATANABE. YOU ARE ENEMIES OF JAPAN. YOU WILL BE TREATED... ACCORDINGLY. (SIGHS) LOOK AT ME. LOOK ME IN THE EYE. (GRUNTS) (GROANING) (GRUNTS) LOOK AT ME! (GROANS) (PANTING) DON'T LOOK AT ME. DON'T LOOK AT ME. (PANTING) NEW PRISONERS, YOU ARE NOT DISMISSED. YOU WILL STAND A QUARANTINE. WE CANNOT HAVE DISEASE IN THE BARRACKS. (SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) (POPS SOFTLY) -EVENING, CHAPS. -EVENING, SIR. TOM MILLER, YOUR BARRACK COMMANDER. LET'S GET YOU SETTLED INTO YOUR BUNKS, SHALL WE? YOU'RE UP TOP. 305. YOU'RE HERE NEXT TO SLEEPING BEAUTY. TAKE A PEW. 307, YOU'RE IN HERE. YOU ARE? - FRANK TINKER. - TINKER, YOU'RE UP TOP. (SIGHS) I SEE YOU MET THE BIRD. - WHY DO YOU CALL HIM "THE BIRD"? - BECAUSE HE LISTENS. AND IF HE HEARD THE NAMES WE'D LIKE TO CALL HIM, HE'D KILL US. MILLER: APPARENTLY HE GREW UP WEALTHY. WANTED TO BE AN OFFICER. EXPECTED TO BE, TOO, AND WAS DENIED, WHICH OBVIOUSLY HASN'T GONE DOWN TOO WELL. MAN: OF COURSE, NONE OF THIS EXPLAINS HIS ERRATIC BEHAVIOUR. COMMANDER FITZGERALD. ZAMPERINI, SIR. THEY WERE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS. MILLER: DIDN'T GET ANY, THOUGH, DID THEY? NOT ONE BIT. SHOULD GET SOME SHUT-EYE. YES, SIR. (GUARD SHOUTS) (SHOUTING) (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) INFIRMARY, TURNING RIGHT! DISMISSED! OFFICERS, TURNING RIGHT! DISMISSED! GUARD: ICHI, NI, SAN, SHI. PRISONERS: GO, ROKU, SHICHI, HACHI. - ICHI, NI, SAN, SHI. - GO, ROKU, SHICHI, HACHI. ICHI, NI, SAN, SHI. GO, ROKU, SHICHI, HACHI. (GUARDS SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) THERE'S MUCH TALENT IN OMORI CAMP. WE HAVE AN OPERA SINGER. WHO IS THE OPERA SINGER? WE HAVE A CHEF FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. AND WE HAVE AN OLYMPIC ATHLETE. WHO IS THE OLYMPIC ATHLETE? WHO IS THE OLYMPIC ATHLETE? (CHEERING) (CHEERING CONTINUES) (SOFTLY): DON'T GET UP. (CHEERING STOPS) (GROANS) (PANTING) YOU FAIL. YOU ARE NOTHING. (THUMPS) (GROANING) (WHISTLING A TUNE) (QUIET CHATTER) SIR? HE'S TRACING SO WE CAN RETURN IT BEFORE THE JAPS FIND OUT. HE'S GOT MOST OF THE WAR MAPPED OUT. WE'VE INVADED THE MARSHALL ISLANDS. THE U.S. HAVE INVADED THE MARSHALL ISLANDS. ALLIES ARE GAINING GROUND. (SPEAKING JAPANESE) YOU KNOW, I GOT TO SAY... -PLEASE DON'T. -FOR A BUNCH OF GUYS WHO DON'T EAT ANYTHING, - WE SURE DO SHIT A LOT. - (CHUCKLES) OH, YEAH. I THINK THAT ONE'S MINE. (CHUCKLES) (GUARDS SPEAKING JAPANESE) (DOOR CREAKING LOUDLY) (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (SHOUTING CONTINUES) (SHOUTING CONTINUES) YOU LIKE SAIPAN? (GRUNTING) (WHIMPERING) I'M GONNA KILL HIM. THEN THEY SHOOT YOU. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. LET THEM SHOOT ME. THAT'S NOT HOW WE BEAT THEM. WE BEAT THEM BY MAKING IT TO THE END OF THE WAR ALIVE. THAT'S HOW WE DO IT. THAT'S OUR REVENGE. IF I CAN TAKE IT, I CAN MAKE IT. -PRECISELY. -MY BROTHER PETE USED TO SAY THAT. HE USED TO THINK THAT I COULD DO ANYTHING. HE USED TO THINK THAT I WAS BETTER THAN I AM. WHO SAYS YOU'RE NOT? (SIGHS) WE'RE GETTING CLOSER. (WATANABE SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GROANING) (SIGHS HEAVILY) (PANTING) (GASPS) (WHIMPERING) (HISSES IN PAIN) WHY DO YOU MAKE ME HIT YOU? HUH? MAN: YOU ARE DEAD. IN AMERICA, THEY SAY ZAMPERINI DEAD. THEY TELL YOUR FAMILY YOU DIED IN WAR. NBC RADIO TELL AMERICA... FAMOUS OLYMPIC RUNNER ZAMPERINI IS DEAD. MAN 2: YOU WANT TO TELL FAMILY YOU'RE NOT DEAD? WATANABE: THESE GENTLEMEN, THEY ARE FROM RADIO TOKYO. MAN 2: WE HAVE PROGRAM GO ALL OVER WORLD. IT IS NAME POSTMAN CALLS. "HELLO, MOTHER. "YOUR SON IS CALLING YOU. "MOTHER, I LOVE YOU. I'M ALIVE AND WELL." (SPEAKING JAPANESE) - I'M ONLY SAYING MY OWN WORDS. - OF COURSE. (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) (SIGHS) HELLO, AMERICA. (SPEAKS JAPANESE) THIS IS THE POSTMAN CALLS. TODAY THE POSTMAN CALLS FOR MRS. LOUISE ZAMPERINI OF TORRANCE, CALIFORNIA. LOUIE ZAMPERINI IS NOT MISSING, AND NOT DEAD, AS ERRONEOUSLY ANNOUNCED BY YOUR GOVERNMENT. HE IS SAFE AND SOUND WITH US. SO KEEP LISTENING, MRS. ZAMPERINI, AND DON'T MENTION IT. THE PLEASURE IS ALL OURS. HELLO, MOTHER AND FATHER, SISTERS AND FRIENDS. THIS IS YOUR LOUIE TALKING. AND THE FIRST TIME IN TWO YEARS THAT YOU WILL HAVE HEARD MY VOICE. (VOICE-OVER): I AM UNINJURED AND IN GOOD HEALTH. I AM NOW INTERNED IN A TOKYO PRISONER-OF-WAR CAMP, BEING TREATED AS WELL AS CAN BE EXPECTED UNDER WARTIME CONDITIONS. I HOPE PETE IS STILL ABLE TO PAY YOU HIS WEEKLY VISITS FROM SAN DIEGO. DAD, KEEP MY GUNS IN GOOD CONDITION SO WE CAN GO HUNTING WHEN I GET HOME. (SOBBING) GET SOME GOOD RABBITS FOR MOM'S GNOCCHI SAUCE. I WISH YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. YOUR LOVING SON, LOUIE. YOU WERE GOOD. VERY GOOD. YOU CAN SPEAK ON RADIO AGAIN. - I CAN'T SAY THIS. - WHY NOT? BECAUSE IT'S NOT TRUE. WHAT IT SAYS ABOUT AMERICA, I CAN'T SAY THAT. THEY SAY THAT. AMERICAN LIKE YOU. THEY LIVE HERE. VERY COMFORTABLE. GOOD FOOD. THEY HAVE LOVELY FOOD. YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO CAMP? YOU MAKE BROADCAST. YOU ARE LIKE ME. WE ARE BOTH STRONG. I SAW IT IN YOUR EYES THE FIRST DAY. I THOUGHT, THIS MAN WILL BE MY FRIEND. BUT, ENEMY OF JAPAN... ...YOU DO NOT LISTEN. YOU DO NOT DO WHAT IS ASKED OF YOU. IT IS NECESSARY TO HAVE RESPECT. NO RESPECT, NO ORDER. THIS MAN MUST BE TAUGHT RESPECT. ALL OTHER PRISONERS WILL TEACH HIM THIS LESSON. EACH PRISONER WILL PUNCH THIS MAN IN HIS FACE. (SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) SIR, WE CANNOT DO THAT. (WATANABE SPEAKS JAPANESE) (GUARD SHOUTING) -(GROANS) -(SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) -(COUGHING) -DO IT. D-DO IT, SIR. COME ON. JUST GET IT OVER WITH. PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. (WHIMPERS) (COUGHS) COME ON. -COME ON. -PUNCH HIM! - NEXT! - LOUIE: GO ON. COME ON, COME ON. COME ON. NEXT! LOUIE: OK. COME ON, COME ON, SIR. COME ON. -HIT HARD! -COME ON! HIT ME! NEXT! (GROANS) COME ON, TINK, HIT ME GOOD. GO ON. - (PUNCH) - (LOUIE GRUNTING) - WATANABE: NEXT! LOUIE: COME ON. -(PUNCH) -WATANABE: NEXT! GOOD. -(GROANS) -HIT HARD! NEXT! -(PUNCH) -(LOUIE GRUNTING) (SPEAKS JAPANESE) (GROANING) -(PUNCH) -(GROANING) WATANABE: HARDER. NEXT! (PUNCH) NEXT! NEXT. (SPEAKS JAPANESE) GUARD: ICHI, NI, SAN, SHI. PRISONERS: GO, ROKU, SHICHI, HACHI. ICHI, NI, SAN, SHI. GO, ROKU, SHICHI, HACHI. (LAUGHTER, WHISTLING) -TINKER: CINDERELLA! -MILLER: CINDERELLA! AH, CINDERELLA! WHERE IS THAT NAUGHTY LITTLE MAGGOT? HAVE YOU, HAVE YOU SEEN HER, FELLA? AH, AH! THERE YOU ARE, YOU LAZY LITTLE GIRL. NOW, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET READY FOR THE BALL WITH YOU SITTING THERE DOING NOTHING? MILLER: THAT'S ABOUT AS USEFUL TO US AS OUR MORNING DANCE ROUTINES. (LAUGHTER) TINKER: FIX MY DRESS SO I CAN CATCH THE EYE OF THE DREAMY PRINCE HILLENBRAND. YOU COULDN'T CATCH THE EYE OF A PRINCE IF IT FELL IN YOUR LAP. COME, CINDERS, FIX MY HAIR. TINKER: FIX MY DRESS! -FIX MY HAIR! -DRESS! HAIR, HAIR, HAIR, HAIR, HAIR, HAIR! WHAT, ARE YOU SPEAKING KRAUT NOW? FITZGERALD: ENOUGH! ENOUGH! YOU GUYS MAKE ME DO ALL THESE STUPID, IMPOSSIBLE THINGS WITH NO FOOD AND NO REST! YOU LOCK ME UP IN A RABBIT HUTCH. I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I HAVE GOOD NEWS. MAN: IT IS I, DEAR CHILD, OLD LADY FROM THE WOODS. I HAVE HAD A PROMOTION. -THAT'S THE GOOD NEWS. -OLD LADY, YOU MUST COME IN OUT OF THE COLD. LET ME GET YOU SOMETHING HOT TO DRINK. -NO, NO, NO. -THE BAD NEWS? YOU'VE BEEN WORKING LIKE A SLAVE ALL DAY. -I'VE COME TO GRANT YOU A WISH. -I SAY GOOD-BYE TO MY FRIENDS. ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES. -ANYTHING? -AYE. (LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE) I LEAVE OMORI TOMORROW. WHAT I REALLY WANT IS TO GO TO THE BALL. BUT I GUESS IT'S HOPELESS. (CROWD GROANS) NOTHING IN THIS LIFE IS HOPELESS, CINDERS. IF YOU KEEP YOUR HEAD AND YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO ANYTHING! -OH, WOW! -(WHISTLING, WHOOPING) FEAR NOT, DEAR CHILD, I AM YOUR FAIRY GODMOTHER. YOU MAY CONGRATULATE ME. YOU ARE STRONG-HEARTED, BRAVE AND GOOD-WILLED. HMM? YOU SHALL GO TO THE BALL. BOYS AND GIRLS, NEED ALL THE HELP YOU CAN GET. -(CLAPPING) -COME ON! HEY! (LAUGHTER) OH, MY GOODNESS, BOYS AND GIRLS, WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT? THERE'S A BLOODY CARRIAGE UNDER THIS! NOW, COME ON, CINDERS, OFF YOU GO! AND THERE HE GOES. JUST LIKE THAT. MILLER: THERE YOU GO. AND I HAVE GOT FOUR KINGS. AND THERE YOU GO. THE BARON'S BEEN BEATEN, TINKER. - OH, YEAH? - SUGAR FOR US TONIGHT. -CONGRATULATIONS. -HOW MUCH YOU DOWN? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (SIGHS) (ALARM BLARING) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (DISTANT EXPLOSIONS) (SHOUTING CONTINUES) FITZGERALD: GOT IT, MILLER? MILLER: SEND ANOTHER BUCKET! WE'RE HELPING THE JAPS NOW? - MIGHT AS WELL LET IT BURN. - MILLER: PASS IT DOWN! THERE YOU GO. TINKER: B-29S, BOYS! WON'T BE LONG NOW. I WOULDN'T GET TOO EXCITED. IF THE ALLIES WIN, THE JAPS ISSUE KILL-ALL ORDERS. I OVERHEARD THEM. WE WIN, WE'RE DEAD. TINKER: WELL, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BE PRAYING FOR? DOWN! GET DOWN! (GASPS) FITZGERALD: GRAB YOUR GEAR. THEY'RE MOVING US OUT. (COUGHING) -TO WHERE? -I DON'T KNOW. SOME NEW CAMP. TOKYO RITZ. SOMEPLACE THE ALLIES CAN'T FIND US. (GUARD SPEAKING JAPANESE) MILLER: "HE THAT OUTLIVES THIS DAY AND COMES SAFE HOME, WILL STAND A TIPTOE WHEN THIS DAY IS NAMED." (WOMAN WEEPING) (TRAIN CHUGS) (GUARDS SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GUARDS CONTINUE SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GUARD SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) (GUARDS CONTINUE SPEAKING JAPANESE) (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (DOOR SLAMS) (PANTING SOFTLY) (GUARD SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) THIS IS NAOETSU PRISON CAMP. I AM SERGEANT WATANABE, YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER. YOU ARE ENEMIES OF JAPAN. YOU WILL BE TREATED... ACCORDINGLY. YOU WILL HELP THE JAPANESE BY WORKING ON THE COAL BARGES. ANYONE WHO WILL NOT WORK WILL BE EXECUTED. WHY DON'T YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE? YOU BOYS CAN SLEEP HERE. YOU TWO OVER THERE. THIS IS THE END, MATES. NO ONE KNOWS YOU'RE HERE. IT'S BEST IF YOU JUST RESIGN TO YOUR FATE. (PANTING) (SIGHS) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (GROANS) (SCREAMS) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (SHOUTS) YOUR PRESIDENT... ROOSEVELT... IS DEAD. (CRYING SOFTLY) (GUARDS SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GROANING) (SIGHS) (GUARDS SHOUTING) LOUIE? LOUIE? ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? (GUARDS SHOUTING) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (WATANABE SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (SPEAKS JAPANESE) (REPEATS SENTENCE) PICK UP! (WATANABE SPEAKS JAPANESE) (GROANING SOFTLY) (SPEAKS JAPANESE) LIFT. LIFT IT! (GROANS) OVER YOUR HEAD. (BREATHING HEAVILY) IF HE DROPS IT, SHOOT HIM. (GROANS SOFTLY) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (BREATHING SHAKILY) (SHAKY BREATHING CONTINUES) (SHAKY BREATHING CONTINUES) COME ON, LOUIE. COME ON, BOY. COME ON, LOUIE. (GROANS) (BELLOWING) (CHUCKLES) (BELLOWING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) DON'T LOOK AT ME. DON'T LOOK AT ME. (WATANABE SPEAKS JAPANESE) (SPEAKS JAPANESE) (SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) (GRUNTING) DON'T LOOK AT ME! DON'T LOOK AT ME! (PANTING) (SPEAKS JAPANESE) (SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) (GUARDS SHOUTING) (GUARD SHOUTS IN JAPANESE) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) FITZGERALD: PRISONERS OF NAOETSU. THE WAR HAS COME TO A POINT OF CESSATION. (GUARD SPEAKING JAPANESE) FITZGERALD: TODAY, IN THE SPIRIT OF THE NEW FUTURE OF OUR GREAT NATIONS, WE INVITE ALL PRISONERS TO BATHE IN THE HOKURA RIVER. (GUARD SPEAKS JAPANESE) THIS IS IT. WE'RE DEAD. (GUARDS SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GUARD SPEAKING JAPANESE) (PLANES APPROACHING) PRISONER: THAT'S IT. TINKER: THAT'S OUR BOYS! THAT'S OUR BOYS! MILLER: THEY'VE SEEN US! IT'S OVER! THE WAR IS OVER! (CHEERING) (QUIET CHATTER) PRISONER: CHIEF, YOU HAD ENOUGH? HEY, BUB. FITZGERALD: HAVE WE BEEN GONE THAT LONG, OR HAVE GIRLS ALWAYS BEEN THAT PRETTY? SHE'S ALL RIGHT. (LAUGHING) (APPLAUSE) PETE: LOUIE! (GASPS) YOU MADE IT. OH, GOD, LOOK AT YOU. (LAUGHING) OH, MAMA, I MISSED YOU. (APPLAUSE, CHEERING) UPLIFTING MUSIC UPLIFTING MUSIC CONTINUES