This is Harley Newman. Professional lunatic.
I keep audiences surprised constantly.
I arrange my show in such a way,
even if they've seen me before,
They can't really tell what I'm gonna do next.
This nail bed has over 2000 spiked vertical nails.
Laying on a bed of nails is considered relaxing by many standards of meditation,
But Harley takes it to another level;
by letting you stand on top of him while laying on a bed of nails.
Now imagine the pressure here.
Five people standing on top of him as he lays on the nails.
Total combined weight here is over 700 pounds.
And one person even stands on his head.
As you can see, this one consists of 4x nine inch nails.
This is the world's smallest and most dangerous bed of nails. Only four nails.
If you want to imagine 7800 psi;
Imagine an elephant standing on a peanut on one foot.
Here we go.
Far as I know, this one is a world record minimum number of nails and a bed of nails.
I tried to get this in the book of records and they sent me a rejection letter.
That said we consider this too dangerous to publish.
Harley is the only man I've ever met that asked me to tie a rope around his neck,
and try to strangle him with all my strength.
Demonstrating that his machetes are razor sharp,
Harley does his famous mid-air mellen samurai slice.
And bare foot is how he climbs the ladder of swords.
Prepare yourself because this next one will shock you.
It can be very, very dangerous.
I ripped myself open.
I ripped through an eyelid a couple of months ago.
Usually the amount of water in the cup would be about a half a pound.
I can deal with that easily enough.
But it's still dangerous and it can hurt.
Now in school, Harley learnt more than just escaping from a straitjacket.
I started out as a clown.
I got to college and I knew I wouldn't make it through pre-med because I couldn't figure out chemistry.
I still can't.
So I decided I'd be a clown and I've been doing that ever since.
And now for the cellophane escape.
Harley gets wrapped up in seven rolls of cellophane.
I get the feeling that if I knew how long I could hold my breath every time I approached that I would feel a sense of limitation and I would start to get a little bit panicky about it.
Essentially, the idea is to read me up in a little cocoon until there's no room to see through this cocoon.
No air going into it, no air going out of it.
Nothing except me in this cocoon.
We have over a quarter mile of Saran Wrap.
Being very hot. Being in a very small place, being without air.
These are terrifying things.
So when we get past the point that they know they can't hold their breath,
that's when it starts becoming interesting to them.
And when they finish the wrapping, they put the cork in the snorkel and cut off my air.
You don't have time to be panicky.
With no air inside the cocoon, Harley holds his breath as long as possible.
Most people cannot hold their breath for more than a minute by minute.
And still holding.
The crowd waits, but it seems all movements stop.
After almost six minutes and a lot of anticipation there is finally, a break for air.
5 minutes 50 seconds.
Imagine doing this as a full time job.
I do have a passion for my work.
I love what I do and I wouldn't trade it for anything.