01x07 - Grim Ripper

[bunniefuu]

Hello, Monster fans, this big black purse

is speeding down the highway to hell.

Where avenging Angel Jesse James is about

to build a four-wheeled Frankenstein

that sends sinful cars to an early grave

with tombstones that read rest in pieces.

So get a snack for the kids, put the

dog out and grab your favorite beverage.

The next monster garage challenge

is just around the bend.

Join us now as Jesse and his

g*ng of monarch mechanics ripped,

grind in burn, transforming

ordinary street vehicles

into monster machines

in the monster garage.

This week's challenge take

a 1973 Cadillac hers and

transform it into a four

-wheeled car crushing monster.

Leading the team as always, master

monster mechanic, Jesse James.

Jesse has first-hand knowledge

about putting dense on

polished steel without the

consent of their owners.

That's no problem. We

actually ramp someone that

tried to like take my

parking space one time.

In my girlfriend's car,

she has pretty bumps.

We don't really need to design a custom

machine to do that. I

got that totally handled.

The rules.

When built, the monster machine

must appear to be stock.

The team can spend no more than

$3,000 in hard cash from ours.

Jesse and his crew have seven days and

nights on the first day they design.

For the next five, they build.

And on the seventh day, they race.

If successful, they walk away

with a $3,400 set of Mac tools.

And the clock starts now.

The 1973-4,000 pound-first is

real-din, kicking and screeching.

As it's about to undergo

the final transformation.

But can Jesse James and his

team of monster mechanics

breathe new life into a

vehicle that carries the dead.

Or shows the Earth have plans of its own.

The design team arrives, boasting

Doran Hirschkorn from Bobcat.

Hirsch experts Steve Sterl and

Legendary Customizer George Barris.

A boyhood idol of Jesse's,

Barris has spent the last

four decades creating the

coolest cars ever made.

Like the Dupe Boys, General Lee, the time

-traveling Delorean from

back to the future.

The haunted hot rod monster coach.

And the most famous car in the world,

the George Barris original Batmobile.

The team ascends to the w*r room,

but immediately gets sidetracked.

How many cars do you think you built?

I finally got to about a thousand.

That's about time I went to town.

My favorite, if they

were all sitting there

and I had to grab one, I'd take Dracula.

Because it did do wheelies.

As the discussion

continues, Jesse and George

share their passion for customizing cars.

Customizing a lot of people

think that screwing cars up.

You know, they think that you're

messing up a perfectly good car.

We may not be messing cars up.

We're just ventilating them a little bit.

Finally, the design process begins.

But what exactly does a fully-loaded,

cursed car pressure look like?

And what k*ller features does it have?

We just got to figure out what

attachments we can put in there.

Doran Hirschkorn has been a designing

engineer at Bobcat for five years,

specializing in industrial grade

machinery of mass destruction.

We have a cutter of

crushers, just like a big

scissor hand that we can

come out and chop it up.

I like a jaws of light, but I think

we should put the big drill on it.

Yeah.

You know what I'm screwing to the

car and not letting it get away.

You see that model toolstone?

The demolition equipment

will weigh a ton.

But luckily, the first was already

built to carry plenty of dead weight.

Don't wait until we can put

on that lift for the casket.

We've been known about 800 pound

body and a 250 pound casket.

No problem.

Steve Sterl, aka Tombstone, is a prop

monster maker and a handyman of horror,

who works for some of the biggest

blood suckers in Hollywood.

I have this approach for Bellagos.

He's birthday, the customized

like seven caskets, you know,

with hot run flames, tiger for interior.

And that's not just people out

there that want really wild stuff.

You know, I'm willing

to build it for them.

Tombstone also knows herses.

But mind you and I did buy my car.

I stood in my front

window in my house and

I looked outside doing

damn my butter hurts.

There's a hurts when I front yard.

But this ain't no flashy

Hollywood show hurts.

It needs to be a fully

functioning death buggy.

The crushes choose up

and spits out its own.

The plan is to grab and

crush the unsuspecting car.

First a large drill auger in the

back will jab it like a scorpion.

Then two bobcat arms with more shovels

will smash the car into pieces.

And finally, whatever else the crew

can think of will finish the job.

Wait a minute.

We haven't made a choice of

the cabin car or another crush.

Anything Japanese?

Anything Japanese?

I love to destroy my

in-laws car, you know.

You just pull up next to it.

Just rip it wide open.

I can't assard each.

We just go out to the airport and

drive around in the parking lot.

Those people ain't

coming back for a while.

What do you think we should call

this creepy concoction here?

Grim?

I love the ripper.

Ripper?

Yeah, I like that.

The hard part's done.

All we got to do is the work.

Now, the design team leaves with a name,

a list of attachments and a plan sort of.

I think this design team

was kind of a little vague.

You know, it's kind of all about George.

I would have k*lled for either

one of those when I was a kid.

You know, all the stuff that he's done,

kind of totally shined on the whole.

Yeah, whatever we'll get to it.

I think we're just going

to have to have to wing it.

Day two.

The first day of the build arrives

along with five monster mechanics.

Ready to dance with death.

Jesse James, head mechanic

and monster maker.

Steve tombstone sterile,

herst customizing master.

Storin Hirschgorn,

demolition equipment guru.

Jose Gonzalez, hydraulic's hell

razor and forklift technician.

Tim Conder, Hot Rod Building God.

And Bart Gronday,

automotive systems genius.

I have absolutely no idea

what we're going to build.

It shows the driving.

That's kind of figure out how

this is going to be, you know.

Jesse reveals the mission to his team.

Basically, we're going to take this

purse and make some of the destroys cars.

We're going to probably have a couple

of arms to come out of the back.

Maybe an auger that like screws in and

locks the car so it can't get away.

Some ripers that come out of the side.

You know, so we can

side swipes some cars.

The basic idea is to inflict

as much damage as we can.

And I think the biggest problem is

basically figuring out a way to power it.

And to figuring out a way

for the car to open up.

So that stuff can be exposed and

keep like an element of surprise.

All this way down here is the

suspension going to hold it.

We have something else that time.

Yeah, they're made to take a lot of weight

because, you know, fat people die too.

So these guys are a team

of true free thinkers.

And they all want to 86 the auger bit.

Much to garage mantra,

never challenge the

boss's plan unless you've

got a much better idea.

How come you know, auger?

auger?

I don't know.

It would just stop.

It wouldn't do anything.

It's made for dirt.

We're going to have to kind of

clamps on here, rip it open.

Maybe for one of these

teeth on the other and two.

Blades.

We can even manufacture

the blades of the plasma

cutter on the end of one

of those arms and just

So what's the background in it?

Back up to back up to back up.

It's just going to like

hit the top of the car

and we can just do that

with baseball metal.

At Monster Garage, everyone gets

a vote, but only Jesse's counts.

So let's go.

With the debate over, the team

begins to gut the belly of the beast.

That's a mascot.

The team removes the

500 pound coffin frame,

but their actions stir up

something spooky and unexpected.

It smells like some died in here.

What's just a car?

It's just a car.

Nobody died in the car.

It's like a UPS truck.

You've been packed up.

You just got to be delivered.

All right, we need two guys.

Thanks for having me.

And how many souls did this

first shuttle in its lifetime?

It's interesting all

over like 10,000 corpses.

Yeah.

As the team excavates, the car's former

passengers continue to

make the presence known.

But I wasn't regular, very smell man.

About in carcasses or

something like that.

It's kind of small, like small stuff.

This is kind of bumming

me out a little bit.

I ain't joking.

They're trying to be on TV.

You know, this little, there's like,

definitely a spiritual one around that.

They're just everywhere.

I think I inhaled some of them.

You still have to pull this

whole thing out or what?

We might be able to use some of this.

The existing coffin rack

is not strong enough

to support the heavy Bobcat arms.

The rack refuses to go quietly,

so tombstone grabs the bolt cutters. Wow.

All you've got to do is spin it on.

This is supposed to be straight.

This is supposed to be straight.

Let's go now.

Let's go now.

This is the spiritual power of the earth.

That's magically bending the steel.

We got 50 cents.

We're going to Vegas.

After half a day of back-breaking work

with pry bars, grinders, and air chisels,

the rack is finally exhumed.

I can probably get maybe

200, 300 bucks for this

or traded for a decent casket.

Shane that we're taking apart

it's probably a good harvest.

Herces will sell for like $80,000.

More than a limousine.

A layer of dried funeral flowers

hints at the person's haunted history.

Jesse does a little house cleaning.

I don't know why.

That's such a bad guy.

I just sucked all that sadness away.

As day two comes to a close,

the build team has

removed the rear platform,

the supporting rack, the gas tank,

and hopefully any poltergeist

still hanging around the earth.

The mood and the garage

is upbeat and confident.

Fire it up.

Five days?

We're going three.

Between all the people

on the skills it are.

I don't know anything we can't overcome.

Monster garage, back to it.

In the United States in the year 2000,

2.4 million people,

and 14 million cars,

were sent to their final resting place.

Monster garage.

Day three, early morning.

The team splits into groups

to make the most out of their day.

Tombstone, Dorn and Tim,

head out to the Bobcat burial ground

to dig up some lethal attachments.

That's going to be about $100.

Hey, now here we go.

Yeah.

Perfect.

The next time you see these,

let me go in like this.

Hunger bits and buckets,

and you've got back alarms.

What are you doing?

We're going to go after S*ddam Hussein.

Right now, we picked

up the parts we needed.

We got the arms, the auger

bin, the auger drive,

and a couple of buckets.

Ash money.

On the east side of town,

Jose and Bart search another

heavy equipment graveyard

for the hydraulic pumps that

will drive the Bobcat arms.

We got a bonio here.

We're going to pick some loans, man.

I lose weight to these spiders in here.

You splatter streak, man.

I like to touch you, smile.

Don't like smile to go.

No, geez.

You see the size of that one?

The price for two abused and

overused hydraulic pumps.

Nothing.

But how will they drive the

pumps and move the arms?

We need something to drive the pumps.

We got the pumps, no need to spin them.

How are we supposed to do this?

Why don't we

Doran has an idea.

Use an electric motor.

To run all that stuff

off electric motors,

you've got to have 36 volt motors, man.

One is wrong with mounting

the pumps off of the motor.

Bart plans to replace the air

conditioner with two hydraulic pumps,

which will be run by belts that

attach to the existing motor.

The pumps will drive hydraulic fluids

through the hoses that flow to

the Bobcat arms in the back.

When the correct lever is pushed,

the arms will move up and down,

Fl*ttening the offending

car like roadkill.

This is what I do.

I can hook up a RPM thing

in there in 15 minutes.

15 minutes.

You want to do it?

Yeah, I can do that.

Do it, man.

Bart Grande Automotive Systems Genius.

I own a dyno-shop and

ocean-side California.

And what I do is I make horsepower.

Similar to an athlete on a treadmill.

I do that with an automobile.

Through the data, I make changes

and then it goes faster and it's happier.

During lunch, the team voices

concerns over Bart's plan

for the motor systems.

With me putting up the

mounts on, go a day with it.

And if it doesn't work, go

to plan being run electric.

I can guarantee you running

off the motor is going to work.

Hands down, that'll work,

and it'll be up in a day.

And I'm worried about time.

I'm going to be going to cut the top.

We've got to work.

I've worked time.

Time.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We have to.

We have to worry about time.

With the clock ticking,

the team gets back to work.

Everybody's working.

So that's a good sign.

Bart is fabricating custom brackets

to mount the hydraulic pumps.

I wanted to go with mounting the

pumps on the motor of the HRSA.

And the biggest pain to it is we've

got to build all of the bracketry.

It's a path I chose.

Hopefully I made the right choice here.

That's your bracket right there?

What do you mean?

The other half of it's right there.

Just piece.

It's kind of well there.

Just well there.

We're done.

That's simple.

I don't think that's going to hold it.

There's no way this

thing's going anywhere.

I wanted to work, man, because

I got to connect all this.

Dude, it's called trust in the team.

I'm not seeing anything.

What are you doing here then?

Sounds like you're saying something.

Go ahead, dude.

You're saying this is taken too long.

And he wants to go with

the electric pumps.

And I'm still fighting

that this is the way to go.

I'm not concerned at all.

It's going to work.

I'm a man here.

It's a specialty.

I'm back in a month, man.

I'm a team flick.

I tell you what I feel.

I tell you what I'm thinking.

And some people like it.

Some people don't.

You know, that's just how it is.

Jose Gonzalez.

Hydraulics Hellrazer.

Master forklift technician.

And a California asphalt server.

I deserve.

But not really on a surfboard.

I like to ride man.

Every day.

I get man.

I need to go for ride.

I'm feeling crappy.

I go for ride.

Just my life right here.

Ride.

The team turns their

attention to the steel,

reinforced, lendau roof.

Great big grooves.

Why didn't after the bucket?

Yeah, right.

Right.

And the thing just comes

right out of the top.

I would love to have the roof done.

For the end of the day.

Tim has an idea that will

save time and energy.

He runs it by Jesse.

We got two.

13 inch wide grooves in the top.

The things would come out

of the car like a bug.

Jesse mixes the narrow channels.

We can be driving it and operating it.

We're going to need some

clearance around the arms.

Just go now.

Going out.

I think the top should be out of the way.

Otherwise, someone's

going to get smashed.

Okay.

So when you feel like

we got time to do it,

everything else.

When's time going to get here?

Day 3 ends with the roof still odd.

Bart's 15 minute belt

systems still unfinished.

And a new odor in the air.

The fouls, smell of dissent.

The shower man.

He all stink.

Next to him.

He just you.

Will they make it?

Are we going to complete the fraud check?

Oh, no.

The team starts the

day by trying to figure

out how to support the roof's weight when

it lifts up.

All of that weight will rip that

hinge right out of the roof.

The hinges just have to be

on the outside of the car.

So it actually parts.

But I'm still having a

hell of a time frame now.

You're welcome.

With the pressure odd, Tom

Stone digs up a distraction.

Hey, Bob.

What's up, man?

This is Tom Stone.

I thought it'd be kind of cool if you

brought down that little toy here.

Oh, man.

Oh, sorry.

Yeah, you guys are my friend

Bob from the first club.

I don't mind.

Who wants to drive?

Yeah.

Hi.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

Hey.

After some fun, the team

decides it's time to

get back to mounting the

Bobcat arms in the back.

But before they do, they'll need a fixed

deal plate to give it a solid foundation.

This will come across the back end of the

car, and our arm mounts are going to sit.

One right here and one over here.

Bar is still working on the bracket

tree that will hold the pumps in place.

It's not as easy as he thought.

What we're going to do

is build a sub structure.

And we're going to mount both

pumps and run off the belts.

But the air conditioner

compress used to be.

And these will drive our control

valves for all the hydraulics.

Here we are, day three, and

still the pumps are mounting.

I'm waiting on steel.

It's coming from Jesse's shop.

Jesse arrives with a custom

tooled steel bracket.

That's it.

Thank you.

That's the baby.

And there.

A little bit of confidence.

Confidence.

No work.

But we're going to get stuck.

I can see it right now.

Is the hydraulics.

I don't think we're

behind on the hydraulics.

If everything works as play.

Face.

Holy.

Somebody give me 116 soccer wrench.

Yeah.

Pull that out man.

Hang on.

Hold still.

Oh, lefty Lucy.

You're ready, tidy.

I'm trying to torque it down or what?

This is what happens when

you piss off Jesse James.

That's right.

Okay.

Yeah.

You're on TV.

Keep back the work.

The half inch steel plate,

which will support the massive

Bobcat arms, is welded into place.

Next, they weld the

brackets to hold the arms.

All right.

Then it's time to dry

fit the Bobcat arms.

First one arm.

Then the other.

The plate supports the

bracket and the arms hold.

Success.

There you go.

There you go.

Jesse splits and the rest of

the team jumps on the roof.

Lefty.

It's not going up.

No, it's because it's jamming.

This is heavy dude.

The roof comes free, but it's

much heavier than they thought.

They'll stuff like this before.

And this is overcome.

I think tomorrow is the critical day.

And we need to plan for the unexpected.

The first Cadillac verse

was built in 1916 by A.

Gaisel and Suns.

After the build team left for the

night, a relief crew from air lift

hydraulics took over.

These gravity-defying gods worked all

night to install contractable airbags,

which will make the first bounce up and

down, thereby increasing

its crushing power.

Obviously the bags are down in front,

bags are down in rear, you're good to go.

Good work?

Good work.

Kind of a question.

The verse is waiting

with only two days left.

The crew reviews the to-do list.

We're going to thin that door up.

We're going to get these brackets

welded in, get the arms in.

Jose, you and I really got to

get going on these hydraulics.

These pumps got to be mounted.

These arms got to be mounted.

This roof's got to be reconstructed

to be able to hold its weight.

Last time when we first

got the roof off, we

realized that structure

wasn't strong enough.

Basically, we didn't

think the roof was heavy.

We lost three or four hours.

The deal with this car is cut

in a part of Sherman tank.

It took three times

as long as we thought.

It's three times as heavy as

we thought it was going to be.

I mean, the whole car has just

been fighting us the whole way.

Tim Condor Hot Rod Building God.

I'm originally from Louisville, Kentucky.

I run a custom shop

for the sole purpose of

financing my top field

drags to operation.

We're making p*stol grip

handles for my drags

to steering wheel out

of a real human skull.

Tim specializes in building custom

motorcycles, hot rods and top fuel dragsters.

The welding skills, painting

skills, the giant skills,

whatever it takes to build

a hot rod or chopper.

I've got to do a little bit of it.

It's crazy.

It's crazy.

If we think Tim sounds

like Dwight Yokeham.

Dwight Yokeham.

It's crucial that the team

works together as a unit.

It's not as weak as it was yesterday,

but we've got a lot of work to do.

Tom Stone gets to work

cutting steel braces,

so that Jesse can make mounts out of

them for the hydraulic controller arms.

Doren gets the hydraulic

controllers ready for installation.

Jose removes the old hardware that is deemed

too weak to support the 300 pound top.

While Tim welds a brace

made of two instilled

tubing for extra support at the joint,

and Bart returns to his hydraulic pump.

Yeah, you're too hard designed.

It's been four days now.

I've always heard about two hours on it.

You're talking about your state.

Smack talking in the middle of

the home stretch may be a sign

that the spark within the

build team is mispiring.

They'll need some pace making if

they want the monster to live.

It's just labor.

We need all these guys to labor together.

You know, not stand around and look cool.

We need them to work.

They've got no friends in here.

I like to miss deadlines,

and I don't like to fail.

I'm concerned.

It's just like cooking dinner.

You know, you got to have the steak done.

The same time the potatoes are done.

And have everything come

together once at the same time

is going to be the most

important key in this.

We work together and finish some stuff.

We got everything 90% done.

And that last 10% takes 90% of your time.

Like every builder, Jesse

had a vision that he wanted.

And I was 100% behind.

Let's just build it like we want it.

We'll roll the dice on the deadline.

And I think we're missing

the deadline right now.

But for Jesse, failure is not an option.

The team just has to work harder.

They guys telling it.

The fact is, he's got money in the bank.

And he's out here, sweating with us.

And he's welding is

getting stuff in his eye.

He's getting, you know,

flag blowing up his nose.

I respect the man.

Good man.

Yeah.

It tastes like grandma.

Dad grandma.

Dad grandma.

Just as the design team

appears to be clicky,

they bust up the butane

for a power lunch.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jesse knows the time is running out,

and so is his patience.

Not a good time for Tune Stone

to present his handy

work on a hood ornament.

No, no, I can't do it.

I mean, good job, too, so.

Yeah, I'm going to use a plaster,

like on here.

It's like the kitty face.

The plan for a retractable

auger bit is in dead yet,

but it's certainly on life support.

Jesse's prognosis.

It's too late to have the monster drill,

spring out and sting its victim.

The auger will have to be

mounted in a fixed position.

If we're going to do anything,

we probably should have started doing it.

So now we don't have time.

It's like we can finish the auger

and we can finish the ripers by tomorrow.

There's no way in hell.

I mean, we don't even have

the crap to lift the top yet.

That's how we just kind

of like work together

and everybody keep working

and try to get some

of the stuff finished.

We're like three quarter and everything.

You know, get it like

so to start it along

and start not finishing stuff.

So I think we should

finish all the stuff.

We started then we can worry

about a starting new stuff.

You know?

As day five comes to a close,

the build team hustles to

install the auger drill bit.

The top needs to be reattached.

The hydraulic pump is

still only 90% done.

The hoses need to be rotten

and the control levers installed.

Tomorrow is the last day to build

and it's shaping up to be

even a dead man's nightmare.

And that's what we're

making serves right now.

Even if we're not the

implement the auger,

then we're going to have both arms taken

and go with some blades or something.

We're going to have a do some.

Monster Garage Factoid.

Hydraulic fluids are petroleum based.

More than 200 million gallons

are sold each year in the United States.

Monster Garage.

Jesse's in the house.

And it's day six, the final build day.

With just 16 hours left,

the team is still suffering

from schizophrenia.

Let's work.

Let's play.

Let's work.

Let's play.

The reaper wants to know

when his right will be ready.

Jesse's wondering the same thing.

Lights on.

With the reaper madness over,

Jesse lays down the wall.

There's still a lot of items

on the build teams to do list.

They have to work fast because

there's only 14 hours left.

They'll either walk away

with a $3,400 set of tools

on go down as the first losers

ever in the monster garage.

Jose goes to work, crimping

fittings to the ends of the hoses.

They'll need to drive the hydraulics.

Without this, man, we

ain't going nowhere.

Bart and Tom Stone cut holes in the hood.

So the pumps will have room to breathe.

The hood closes, and the

pumps are good to go.

Doran and Jose scrounge up a

reservoir for the hydraulic fluid.

We all have a common enemy here.

We've got a common enemy

here by bands together.

It's what happens.

You've got a big thing.

It's bigger than you are.

This is purely final assembly.

All this stuff is work.

We're going to do a final adjustments.

Cars all back to the car functions.

Doran, close shut the

hood and be in touch.

Bart's pump and pulley system

is almost ready to be fired up.

The front end of the

hurs is looking good.

But Jose's rear end is dragging.

Why did I make two roses here?

Hell of final.

Fatigue is setting in.

And Jose is having a hard time

keeping the hoses straight.

I'm not saying a word.

You know we've been

here to wait too long.

You can't even think straight anymore.

Half the bill day is already gone.

It's about five o'clock.

We've got about seven hours.

Seven hours of work.

The team still has the big

ticket items on the list.

Get the hydraulic's working.

Get the top back on.

I know it's going to take

all the way until midnight.

I know.

I mean, they're going down.

Hey, tell me you guys don't get tools

if you don't get it done, right?

Yeah, right.

No, I'm serious.

We don't reward for failure.

I mean, that I draw for them.

It's in that bucket.

It's 10 p.m. two hours to go.

The roof is still off, but the

shovel arms and auger are in place.

The job is almost done.

Time for the final test.

Getting the hydraulic

pumps to power the arms.

Should fire?

It should pump.

Don't should stay on.

Floor should flow.

Put all up.

It's the moment of truth.

If Bart did his job right, the grim

repper will go on to k*ll its first car.

Go, Bart up.

Hey, what happened?

We see is one of the pumps.

I don't know if we froze or we

slipped, but I didn't want to find out.

The engine's running, but the

belts are slipping on the pumps.

Turn on?

Yeah.

See?

There's just too much slagging.

The team makes an 11th hour

adjustment and tries again.

Smoke the belts so they fall off.

They just burn their last belts.

We're going to get a couple belts.

We can find auto parts or laser.

With just an hour to go,

tombstone races to the

only auto shop opened

to buy some new belts.

Okay, we just belts me

out of part storage.

The hydraulic pumps

keep smoking the belt.

It's getting so hot,

it's frying the belt.

Tell you, you got it.

The parts store only

has three belts left.

Tombstone buys them all.

When he gets back to the garage,

he's hoping one of them will fit.

Two that are longer and one that shorter.

If we can use the pulleys and

not cranking down so much,

and that'll stick your belt too.

We should have fired it once.

Check everything.

With only 20 minutes left,

the team gives it another try.

Go to town, man.

Like Frankenstein's monster, the grim

ripper finally shows signs of life.

If only for a brief moment, then one

of the hydraulic pumps springs a leak.

And they fry another belt.

With ten minutes left, Jose

and Doran fix the hose leak,

and part installs their last belt.

It's do or die time,

and they all know it.

The ripper lowers to life, and the

hydraulic heart begins pumping blood

to the scavaged limbs of the beast.

It's alive.

A burning belt on the pump ignites a full

of gasoline in the engine compartment.

But then disaster.

A burning belt on the pump ignites a full

of gasoline in the engine compartment.

The team's moment of glory is

incinerated by a blast of hellfire.

Is the fire the final nail

in the bill team's coffin?

With no fan belt's left, the team

still refuses to admit defeat.

Is there any other way to turn the pump?

We threw some serious wicked

tension that just now.

It works. It works.

That arm shot up like nothing.

We got the right idea. We just got

to find a way to keep the belt loose.

Put up chain on it.

And just run one belt on the back.

Pull it up.

It's a bicycle chain to do it.

Let's say we try to

run one pump right now.

See what happens.

Well, command decision.

You guys want me to be.

You want the truth truth.

We didn't do it.

This is the one that fails.

That's reality.

I don't give a damn if we put

some billet custom machine

Prolies on there and everything.

It's still ain't done.

I obviously didn't drive

you guys hard enough

and send the message home that

you guys can't be screwing around.

We didn't do it.

We mismanaged our time.

Instead of planning and attacking

and finishing every task,

everything on this whole thing is

three quarters of the way done.

I hate losing.

I think it sucks.

You know.

I feel ahead more time.

At least about four or five hours.

Five hours and hours.

The only thing that went wrong

in this project was the roof.

I have to live with it now.

You know.

You know, turning back the time.

You know, turning back the time.

I mean, no one wants to fail.

I don't really know what to say.

That way, we can bed the

last couple of nights

and think about all

this stuff we had to do.

And I knew it was going

to take this bond.

We got to use it and to

come up short really hurts.

I mean, I'm a little lied to you.

It's not done.

They're simple.

I got to live with this man.

I live in Long Beach.

I want to see all these people.

And they go look at me and go, there's

a guy I didn't finish that project.

You know, I'm screwed man.

We're the word.

We're the word.

We're the team.

We're weak in some areas.

No excuses.

No regrets.

We accept defeat.

And we go home.

Life is not always about women.

We had to do as the word.

We're the word.

And all of the Musikers, right.

What I should have been doing,

where is Raxe and everybody's a*s.

And you know what, every one of these kind

of sh*t, should have been riding mine.

Hey man, I want to k*ll for this project.

You can do kit me from doing.

Give me three days of said yeah.

You mean, three days in a

bunch of n gets a couple.

That's nice.

point is man, you've got

to be a man and step up.

Anybody.

Don't know what they're made of.

Until they come up against

something like this.

I'm going to see all these

people and you know

You know, you do your best, and

that's saying good enough today.

Good enough today.

Right, yes, sir.

No, no, I'm still in shock.

Oh.

All right, Ron.

Hi.

Ladies and gentlemen, the big swag here

with my partner, Frankie Whiteside,

and what was supposed to be

another monster garage challenge.

But for those of you who just joined

us episode nine of Monster Garage,

and it tragically and failure.

I've got to say, I just never

thought this day would come.

But it's here.

It's now.

It's happened.

And the perfect record is toast.

A car that provided so many others.

They're last rides.

Now on its final spin.

Frankie, why don't you tell the folks

what we do know about today's challenge.

I mean, what do we call this?

How about an undertaking?

That works for me, Frank.

There's going to be some kind of

funeral procession after that.

Nobody knows, but Jesse James.

And here he is.

Behind the wheel of a tow truck, Jesse

James is hauling his doom monster

to a final resting place.

The grim ripper.

Let's have a moment of silence

for our hero and his hurts.

Okay, Frankie.

Where are we now?

Um, is this still long, Beach?

I'm sorry.

You okay, buddy?

Can't you see the hers, the sun setting,

crossing a bridge.

There are signs swag.

And what does that sign say, Frank?

Terminal island.

The end of the line.

You got to hand it to Jesse.

Even in failure, he's brilliant.

Terminal island for dead hurts.

Jesse's parked the tow rig

under a huge crane swag.

What's the deal?

I don't know Frank, but those don't

look like the jaws of life to me.

The moon is full and the

funeral is about to begin.

Can you just break it?

Yeah, break it just break it.

Wait, break it.

Or giant claws heading

right for the horse.

This may get ugly.

Looks like the crane operator is gently

easing down that monster

claw to pick up the

horse and deliver it to

its final resting place.

It sure does swag.

It's shaping up to be a very

distinguished service indeed.

Frank, that hurts.

Look at that crane go.

Ouch, now we're talking.

They wait a minute, Frank.

What's happening?

Oh, no.

He's heading for the auto shredder.

Tell him folks at home what

the auto shredder is all about.

The auto shredder weighing in at 72 tons.

This machine is three stories

worth of doom and destruction.

It can turn an entire car into

cottage cheese in seven seconds.

It just can't be, Frank.

This is no funeral.

It's an execution.

Jesse, sure doesn't look like he's

mourning the laws of a friend their swaggy.

You've heard him say it before.

He hates failing.

And if the head mechanic at the

monster garage misses a deadline,

you can bet he's taking

someone down with them, Frank.

That's it, swag.

There's no escape now.

The herses on the conveyor belt to hell.

This vehicle really will

be gone in 60 seconds.

The car has fought Jesse

every step of the way.

But wait Frank, the reaper is stuck.

Is she too much for the

car shredding as well?

This car has fought Jesse

every step of the way.

The herses go nowhere fast.

But wait, Frank.

They are trapped in engine blocks onto

the conveyor belt to try and give the grip

for a shoving to the abyss.

The grimy mass of motors attacks the

herses like a swarm of satanic k*ller bees.

Look at the smoke rising from the top of

that car shredders swag and Jesse james.

Set up with his weak long

arm deal with the stubborn

green ripper and turn his

back on the both of them.

And there goes the herses.

Oh my god, can you believe it?

The ground is shaking like an earthquake.

Look at the view from the shredder camp.

Found it inside the tower.

Complete carnage.

Now Frank's son is what I call

a long beach style barbecue.

Flames are sh**ting

200 feet into the air.

Amazing swag.

Let's see that again.

Look at that man.

He didn't even flinch.

Frank, he's got nerves of steel.

He's got the mind of Buddha.

He's Jesse james.

Just look at the devastation.

There is no piece of

the grim ripper left.

That's bigger than your fist.

The herses may be shredded and cremated.

But its memory will live on in the mind

of Jesse james for a good long time.

Maybe forever.

There's no time for herses.

The curses.

Players are ball bears.

Jesse's got death to cheat.

Taxes to pay.

Sparks to fly.

Metal to barn.

The next monster garage challenge

is just around the bend.