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So, Hans, you guys wondering, how long does it take you to get your hair like

that? About four hours.

That's nice.

Smitty thinks you look like Stevie Wonder on steroids, but I like it.

Cute.

Look at that face, pussy, that rookie gave you.

I think I nailed them.

It doesn't work.

It says here that you have a brown eye?

Come on.

You actually have blue eyes in real life.

I'm really

sorry, man.

What's the problem, Jerry? I didn't win anything.

That's because it's a jukebox, Jerry.

Thank you.

Mr and Mrs Goldsmith, you guys look too young.

You have to bring your I .D. next time, otherwise I'm not going to be able to

let you in.

Huh? What the hell are you talking about?

Barbara, I'd like you to meet Dr. and Mrs. Black. Hi.

Howdy. Hi, nice to meet you.

And their doctor's son, Ira.

Hi. Great to meet you.

Oh, Albie, this is my youngest son, Doug.

Hello. I'm sorry.

So,

Ira, you got a main squeeze, a handsome surgeon. I bet you're batting them off.

My squeeze is late, actually.

Your dad thought you were single.

What do I know?

So what Ivy League school are you hiding at, Doug?

Doug did not follow in the family vocation. He's, uh... I bounce.

Like a basketball?

Richard!

Hi!

Very close friends.

That's quite the couple, Grant.

Is he Jewish?

Come on, stop.

Stop blowing my hat, Wynn. For the record, they're both adopted.

Fuck,

tell me you saw what fucking Ray did last night. It was a pretty brutal chop.

fucking never seen Ray lose his shit like that before.

He got suspended for 20 fucking games. The hospital sent him down to St.

He's 40 years old. That's it. He's fucking done, son.

All right, then. Welcome to Hot Ice. Tonight, we have Ross Ray's apology.

To Darryl and his family, I'm deeply sorry for what happened out there, for

I did. Gee, look at him. He's pathetic.

I have no excuse.

I don't... Oh, Jesus Christ. I can't stomach this shit anymore.

It fucking kills me to see him like this. I'll probably feature it on next

week's Hot Ice, unless that motherfucker Sully from Worcester calls in again.

Like, last week, he called in pretending that he was from some fucking

sweepstakes, and he told me that I'd won the grand prize of 50 cocks in my

mouth. He goes, I have the option of sucking all 50 at once, or one a month

50 fucking months.

Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you down, pal.

Oh, no, no, no.

I... I don't have a thing, you know?

Like... Like, you have your show, and my dad and my brother, they have their

doctor thing.

I don't got a thing.

Everybody's got something but me.

Would it help that I want you inside me?

That I want you to make lemonade in my chocolate factory?

Hey, fuck this fucking sad shit.

Let's just go watch the assassins kick the shit out of Oshawa. I'll fill your

big, big ass full of fucking corndog.

I am predicting that this fucking game becomes an absolute ass raping that only

the likes of fucking Ned Beatty or pretends to be the cast of Oz can

Dougie, any thoughts?

This is fun. These are tasty treats.

What the fuck is that shit?

Look at this. Fuck you.

Bye bye, bitch.

Fuck you.

Welcome to our town, motherfucker.

Hey,

my brother's gay.

You wanna take that wood back to me?

Fuck you, faggot!

Pretty sure my fucking eyeballs just ejaculated. Pat, that's it. Tonight we

a very special fucking guest joining us. Doug, the thug.

Glad.

I'm a big fan. It's a good show.

Speaking of fans, let's go to the phone.

Caller, you're blowing hot ice.

Hi there. I was wondering if you like hot dogs.

Huh. Yeah.

I like hot dogs. Great.

But I prefer corn dogs because you don't need a bun for it.

Because the bun is all around it. I knew you could eat it from the stick.

You like hot dogs because you like big hot dogs in your mouth, son!

No, you motherfucker!

No, you motherfucker!

God damn it! Fuck you, Gus and Brian, you motherfuckers! You're supposed to

screen this shit!

Fuck this. I'm done. I've had enough of you and your fucking sweater vest police

state censorship, okay?

Hi there. You are the final caller ever on Hot Ice.

Hi, this is Rolly Hortense. I'm the head coach of the Orangetown Assassins.

Yeah? Go fuck yourself.

Patty, do me a favor, okay? Let me talk to your buddy there, Doug.

Hey, Doug, I'm calling you because you impressed the hell out of me last night.

A lot of other people, too.

Thank you.

You impressed me a hell of a lot, too.

I'll be direct. What I want you to do is come down to the ring tomorrow.

Come out there for a tryout.

You think about it, okay?

Tomorrow, 2 .30.

Okay.

Yeah, I hope to see you there tomorrow at 2 .30.

You're a big boy. Use your big boy

word.

Fuck it.

Is this too bad those are your teammates that you fucked up out there?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Of course, on the bright side, those are your teammates that you fucked up out

there.

What do you say, son?

You want to be an assassin?

Yes, yes.

What number do you want to wear?

69!

Take the number 69!

It's hilarious!

Is that number taken?

It's okay, you got to be steady to get better.

Push, push, push!

There you go, almost done. I don't care if you go down.

Hey,

pretty

good, pretty good.

Way, way, way, way better.

Ross, the boss, motherfucking Ray. He is the master.

Alright, fucking guys up 101.

See what Ray's doing?

Grabbing on his fucking meat right there.

Nothing, nothing. We're coming through and you're fucking tiring out.

Pop! Bam!

I'll lure you in by beating the fuck out of you.

When you come in close, stop the fucking onslaught. Boom! Off we go.

Hey, scrappy!

Sorry,

bud. You're gonna fuck somebody up real good, kiddo.

You wanted to see me?

Oh, yeah. Hey, Doug.

Yeah, come on in.

Grab a chair.

There's something I want to discuss with you.

I am truly fucking proud of you.

I'm truly fucking proud of you.

Imagine if you played in a league where they actually played hockey.

Your talent's wasted here.

I don't know if I have any talent.

You've been touched by the fifth of God, for Christ's sake. Thank you, sir. I

got a brother, Ron.

He's the coach and general manager of the Halifax Highlanders.

I've been telling him about you, and I think you can really help him out.

It all starts with the player he's got there, Xavier Laflamme.

Oh, get this back, Dan. Fuck, I need to put that cocksucker away, too.

100 % pure, natural.

He ends up going number two overall.

And Montreal grabs him.

Number one!

Fourth game of the season is the home opening.

Bam.

Ross, the boss, Ray.

Nice day.

Suffers a third -degree concussion.

Actually, he's lucky he wasn't fucking killed.

By the time he comes back, he's scared shitless out there.

And the pressure's restarting him out. He really can't hack.

He starts missing practices.

He starts hanging with the wrong people. The rumors, the fuck tape. It all

starts to add up.

So that summer he goes to the club and says he wants to trade. They're not

to trade him. They sent him down.

Halifax. He's with my brother.

All right, that's about all I can fucking stand, ladies.

You know why we're losing?

Because you're fucking shit.

Doug, he wants to offer you a contract. This is a farm club.

This is not some league where you're playing on a team that's named after a

fucking radio station. This is one step under the big league. You go there, you

watch Frenchies back.

Maybe you can snap him out of his slump. Maybe you can snap that old demon away.

Thank you so much. You don't gotta thank me.

Another great opportunity. I'm so glad you see that. Did you draw that?

What? The wolf.

Yeah, of course.

What's his name?

Loopy.

Frame it. You can remember your days as an assassin.

Thanks for Loopy, coach.

My cousin, Carolyn, she works for this TV bar for Dartmouth called fucking

Court. And she has this dance move she does where she drags her fucking jagged

little coke nail across her feet, actually, guys. And she's been asking me

come up and watch her dance for ages. And I've been kind of telling her, ah,

it's kind of gross because we're family.

But I don't actually find it that gross.

This one.

Thuggy, beat the shit out of some Jaguars for me.

I'm going to be okay, right?

You're the fucking thug.

You're gonna be wicked fucking awesome.

I love you, bud.

I miss you, buddy. I'll miss you.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! There he goes.

That's my friend.

I know Doug the Thug Latch. I remember when his dick was a tiny little fucking

Christmas light.

Yo, yo, yo, Morena!

Pronto, pronto, pronto, pronto.

Give it up!

Oh, sorry,

I have to meet you in a moment.

I'm Doug Lutt. Nice to meet you.

So, Dougie, you're the tough yank who beat the shit out of everyone.

I don't know about that.

Glad to have you here, bud.

Thanks. I'm happy to be here.

Yeah, my wife left me. Said she was sick of hockey.

Sick of hockey.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's pretty much the shitter.

Oh, that's so nice of you. No, I'm good, thanks.

This here's Thievesy.

Anything you need, you tell me, he'll do it. Don't hesitate.

They can hit me. It's nice to meet you. I'm Glugdat.

Doug Glatt.

Sparky, left winger. Paying for his med school.

Asians aren't industrious people.

I guess hockey is like math to him.

Guys from the parks are like equations. Hey, Sparky!

Where's my fucking helmet?

Starting goalie, Marco Belcher. Paul Belchy.

He's from Regina.

Regina? Drinks a lot of hand sanitizer.

What's so fucking funny, giggly bits?

We have your mama right here. Oh, yeah.

Look at this beautiful smile. There she is. Say hello.

Oh, it's called suck your mother.

What? Yes.

Just like a bitch. You're a fucking Chernobyl motherfucker.

Your mother's pussy's so fucking tight. No way, baby, come out there. No way.

You adopted. I'm on your team.

Does anybody else?

Yo. Yeah.

Mom. Yeah, that's the shit right here.

Yeah, this makes me want to kill somebody.

disgrace to our nation and its proud and storied history.

My father didn't kick the Nazis.

And a foot drop.

Faceoff win by Hamilton.

Schaefer chips it back to Hall.

Here's Jefferson of the Steelers in front of the net. Gets a chance to take

shot.

Hey, Belchior.

Now Sacco dishes to Ogilvy.

Laflamme still looking to find his game.

Ogilvy to Laflamme. Oh, he's got him. Come on, Laflamme. Throw a sack.

Come on, boys. Work those corners.

Come on, boys. Work those corners.

Hamilton come out of their own zone.

Halifax pitches.

Hamilton moves on by.

Jonathan gets it over.

Here's the shot.

Am I the only one here?

You slob of fucking borscht -blooded cabbage -headed motherfucker.

Put your hands out of your ass. That ain't easy.

What the fuck?

He won't be heard from till next week.

You gotta make that call, Ralph. That's a fucking elbow, Howard.

The doctor needs a doctor.

Oh, shit.

Johnny Hortense is looking for a little spark to ignite his team.

And that spark is in the person of Doug Glatton. What a spark he'll be.

It's true. I read that. What are these doing here?

Oh, gone.

Here's a little dose.

A little dose.

Here we are.

It's time to welcome.

Hi, guys.

Doug. Doug.

Officially. Through an initiation.

It's going to be good.

What do I have to do?

Oh, shit. Fuck.

Sleepy to a wanderer.

We should sign his dick.

Everyone sign his dick.

What's happening here? What's the matter?

You have a little puss -puss?

Mommy whipped up a pussy pot pie, huh? Let's see what's going on over there.

Show us your dick. I don't want you to see my dick.

Why are you being gay? I think you're fucking being pretty gay.

It's not gay.

Not if you're brothers.

If you're brothers, it's gay with a fucking dash of something else. My

gay and he doesn't even do that. I've been playing hockey my whole life. I

fucking signed no one's dick, man. I'll sign your dick, Doug.

Oh, come on. You fucked the carpet.

Oh, sorry.

I had to take my shoes off, yeah?

No, it's fine.

You get it.

That's it.

Yeah? Yeah. Thank you.

Cool. What?

No, thank you so much for asking me. Beer and soup.

That's my thing. You're a crazy motherfucker.

Talk about next time. Bam! You fucking beat it.

Really? Yeah. Thank you.

Yeah. Why did you do that?

What do you mean?

What do you help and protect these guys? You don't even know these guys.

A coach puts me out there to fight.

That's my job.

I like standing up for my team, you know? Take care of them.

Team.

You just wait.

Wait one month. Then you tell me if you feel the same.

I don't think so.

The fucking thing.

Have you ever drank Tefanex?

I'm sorry?

Bonne nuit.

Bonne nuit.

Come on, boys, let's go. Let's do this.

I'm breathing that fresh air. Come on. Men, men.

So the penalty winding down in front of a good crowd here in this game between

the Lavelle Kings and the Halifax Islanders.

Come on, Dougie.

I got it, I got it.

I've heard this song before, folks.

In fact, on my wedding night, our basketball bride, Glass, can't wear

anymore. You know why there's so many men on the ice? Because you stand on the

ice. Come on, change it up. Let's go.

Stay there until I tell you to move. Unbelievable,

Black. Nice work, rookie. Come on. Let's go.

That is the closest we have come to winning a fucking hockey game in over a

month, and you just fucked us. You fucked us.

You're not here to play hockey, Glass. You're here to fight.

Hey, pretty boy, you find that funny?

Funny ha -ha? Like flushing a $5 million contract up your nose funny?

Or funny?

Peculiar, like Doug there.

You get your shit together.

Because your shit stinks, Pepe Le Pew.

After serving his 20 -game suspension, Ross the Boss Ray was sent down to

Boston's affiliate in the EMHL at St. John's Shamrock, the same team where he

started his storied career, a career a lot of people believe is coming to a

close. This is where I started out. This is where I'm from.

I suppose this is as good a place as any for me to end up. Ray is a repeat

offender, having sat out 12 games after his infamous headshot on Xavier Leclam

three years ago. The league is sending a clear message that it will no longer

tolerate this behavior. No, yeah, no, you're breaking up.

No, we're not breaking up. You're breaking up. I can't hear you.

What? No, I'm here.

No,

it's still shit. You still sound like a fucking cyborg.

No,

I'm sorry.

I said we'll talk tomorrow.

Me too.

Okay, I need a drink.

Eva, baby, are you on a date with this loser?

Mind if I cut in with my beautiful doll?

Oh, fuck! What the fuck?

Moron.

Here, you can use this to make your towel dry off.

It's made from the same material they make snowsuits out of.

Eva, I really like your name.

Yes, sir. It's a great name. Like the Bible, just with a bit more kind of

mustard on it.

I think it's a pretty name.

Like your faith.

You got a pretty name and a pretty faith.

Oh.

You're very nice to me.

Check it.

Doug. Uh -huh? I dig hockey players.

This shit.

The violence, the beer, all of it. I fucking love it.

Want to get out of here? Yes, please.

Let's rally.

You're so pretty.

You're so beautiful.

I'm sorry.

I keep saying that. I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I think it's cute.

Who doesn't like being told they're beautiful?

This is me.

Okay.

I like Eva.

You do, eh?

Yes, ma 'am.

Eva likes Doug.

Eva likes you.

What does Eva think about kissing?

Which type?

French.

Hey, what do you think about me calling you sometime?

I don't know whether that's the best idea yet.

Why don't you give me your number, and I promise that I'll never call you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

Perfect. I love that.

Bye, Doug.

Bye, Eva. I'm gonna watch you walk up the stairs. Make sure that you're safe.

Safe. Good night.

Good night.

All right, boys, listen up. We're still in this thing. We just need a quick one.

Listen up, Cash!

We gotta work harder than them, okay?

Get harder than them, guys. You know what's hard work?

Going through a divorce. She's trying to get all my money now. She can have half

of it? I don't give a shit. The other half, hard work, mine.

Some guys on their team are fucking divorced. Three guys there. Fucking

marriages are in the fucking toilet. We're playing divorced guys.

Yeah. We gotta be fucking triceps, biceps, arse -steps hard.

Hard. Greek fucking underground gay porn hard.

You're all Adonises.

Highlanders, gay porn hard.

Gay porn hard!

In the faceoff, it goes back to Emerson.

Emerson moves up the wing, lifts the cross, finds Jones.

Jones now flips it up the right side. Stevenson. Here's Mason. Works it up the

board. Gets it over to Gale. Let's see.

He scores!

Yeah!

Nobody wants to play.

Nobody wants to play.

What?

Oh, I'm sorry.

What can't stick to me? Let's go, Roy.

I am a fucking tiger.

Oglebay wins the thing, sir. Takes it back into his own zone.

Now circling in the neutral zone, looking for home.

For fuck's sake, kid.

Stop staring at me. You're really weirding me out, eh? I'm sorry, sir.

Here comes the fly. I'm trying to squeeze the...

I'll light your fucking ass up. Hey, I'll let your ass back up on fire.

It's time to make a few mistakes.

Look at the penalty clock.

And when I say, you get over there, stand in front of that box and wait for

ugly bugger.

Yes, sir. Do exactly what I say.

Yes, sir, of course.

Exactly what I say. You got it? Nothing else.

Windsor moves the pocket of their dog, penalties winding down.

Here's Patrick and Jennifer Black. They've broken up by York. Knocked it

the air. And now it comes off the backboard. It's brought right back with

very far behind.

Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Go,

miss you. I really miss you both.

Please don't give up on me.

Oh, fuck me.

Hello? Eva?

Hey!

This is Doug.

Glad. Your number is so similar to my friend's number.

I didn't know which was which, so I didn't want to call my friend and then

bother you.

Hey, listen, I'm at the bar with my team.

I think some of your friends are going to come.

I don't know if you want to, like, you know, join us.

Actually, I've been trying to cut my drinking down.

Trying to be a good girl.

Trying. Well, you know, maybe you and I could hang out sometime?

You know, get, like, coffee?

Um, sure.

Great. I don't drink coffee.

Power drinks and water.

Awesome. It doesn't even matter if I'm thirsty or not. If I could just see you.

That sounds cool.

Okay. Okay. I'll see you then.

Bye, Eva.

Bye.

Yes!

Are you pink old bullshit? Back off, eaters, man!

It's beach ball. Because you cannot even stop a fucking beach ball. Not nice!

Pitch ball is bigger than a puck. This is my joke.

Yeah, I fucking get it, man.

That's the way we know that.

Shut up!

Saw the score is tied with two minutes, 52 seconds left.

Divo, divo, divo.

I don't know how to sit down tonight.

What?

We're going to fight. You're not fighting anybody.

Just park your ass in front of that bullpen and scream. Okay, let's do this.

Don't be a squirt. Get that big ass right in front of him. Block the lane.

Come on, see a thing. Let's go, let's go.

Oh, the thug is coming in on a power play.

Do you believe in miracles?

Thank you.

And the puck is dropped.

Black will head straight for the front of the net. Puck goes back to the point.

Here's Kim with it. Gets it over. They take another look. Good out in front.

Black is screaming.

All the action in front of the net.

Halifax winds it up.

It goes there to Lemieux. This guy's going glove, money. This guy's going

money.

I just have to go to the washroom in a second.

Yeah.

Okay.

Can I get a Gatorade?

Hey. Had a good party?

Look, I like making out with you. It was fun.

But what happened between us the other night, it was a one -off.

I'm sorry. I mean, Jesus, all we did was make out.

Anyway, it was a mistake. You're actually nice, and I'm a

huge bitch.

Eva, don't say that.

I'm a very bad girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Yeah.

I have a boyfriend, which is awesome.

Fuck.

Jeez.

Well, I guess it's kind of weird.

They gave me flowers.

Cockles.

Stuffed animal. A little doll.

It's not really a stuffed animal.

Stuffed Angus.

It's the mascot of the team I play for.

The Halifax Highlanders.

It's a little toy.

But it's official.

For fuck's sake.

No. It's hilarious.

Simple misunderstanding.

You know, I'm fine.

Okay. Bye, Eva.

Hi, Doug.

Fish. Put the mask on.

Fuck

me,

Angus.

It's not the first time that wind blew garbage in my face.

one time my friends built this bike ramp behind the medical center it was really

windy that day so i started pedaling really fast and as i was going up the

wind blew like these bloody rags like right into my face and i crashed into

dumpster and i started like rolling around like the medical waste because i

so disoriented i broke my my ankle like in three places and the worst part is

there's a big bag of pee and i rolled over on it and it like burst all over me

I think it's funny too. Yes, very much so.

Garbage blows in my face sometimes.

Thanks for the ride.

It was good to see you.

My boyfriend.

I'm going to change the mic. Love you guys.

We love you, Duncan.

Hey, you can stay on the shirt, eh? I know.

I can't stop.

Hey,

you want to go?

Yeah, okay.

Good luck, man. Good luck to you too, buddy.

Butt drops and yes.

Jim, let's make sure it goes.

Popped a cherry tonight.

Popped a cherry.

What does that mean?

Boys.

Goats.

Well, one of you has really been impressing me with your play lately, and

you hasn't. Either one of you want to venture to guess as to who's who?

Okay, well, LaFlem, I'm ripping that A off your jersey. You don't deserve it,

unless A stands for asshole, which is the way you've been playing.

Glatt, you're promoted.

Assistant captain.

Good on you. Keep up the good work.

There's a game puck.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks, Coach.

Xavier, you can take this the right way or the wrong way, son.

Ladies' choice.

Xavier.

Go get him.

Hey, bud, wait up.

Oh, my God. You son of a bitch.

Look at you.

You're going to love this restaurant.

I know how you like Middle Eastern food.

And Uncle Stevie, he's a good friend.

He's very robust.

Holy fucking shit -ass Dougie. You fucking scored. You just fisted that

motherfucker right in the ass.

Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, sir, ma 'am. There he is. There's

guy. Hey.

Dougie, my friend. Good to see you as always, eh? That's my top customer right

there. Five times a week I see you, right? A pair of falafel this boy has on

him. I watch this guy fight three guys, knock out all their teeth. Three guys.

Four teeth. One. game. It was unbelievable.

I'm so excited.

Fuck it. Everybody, donair on the house tonight.

Feel anything, buddy.

Pardon me. Donair sauce on the house, everybody. Don't get excited. Donair

sauce.

Water down the donair sauce.

So, Doug, think we can get anything for this one, babe?

I don't think so.

No, I wanted to give this to Mom and Dad.

Have you given any thought at all to the head injuries that come with playing

such a violent sport, the concussions?

How long do you think you can do this? Mom.

It's an infantile way for a man to spend his adult years.

No, it isn't. You can do anything. You can do anything except punch people.

No, I couldn't. You can teach. No, I can't.

Okay? I can't because I'm stupid.

I'm stupid.

You're not that stupid.

I am.

I'm stupid. You're gay.

I'm stupid. He's gay.

Stupid. Gay.

We get it.

Stupid. Gay.

Okay. You have one stupid son, and you got a gay son. Oh, God.

For once in my life, I'm actually a part of something.

I get to wear a uniform that doesn't have security on it.

Kids buy it, and they wear it, and it's got our name on it.

Now, for whatever reason, you guys think that I can be smart enough to be a

doctor.

I'm strong.

I can protect people.

That's who I am. That's what I do.

And you should be proud of me.

We should be proud of you?

They call you Thug for Christ's sake.

It might as well say security on the back of your sweater.

Excuse me.

Thug, I am proud of you.

Thanks, buddy.

They got my passport.

Look,

no disrespect intended, but honestly, fuck your parents if they don't fucking

appreciate you, man.

Like, look at you.

You're a fucking beast. You're like the fucking Hebrew Dolph Lundgren or some

shit. You don't care what I'm saying, do you?

I'm watching you tonight.

It was like watching a bunch of fucking birds flying in a V.

It was instinct.

Purpose.

It's like you were doing what you were born to do. I mean, Jesus Christ, Doc.

Look at your fucking fist.

It's the size of my Uncle Murphy's prostate.

Yeah, I really feel like getting hammered right now. Let's get so fucking

we see each other's doner sauce on the floor.

you my problem how many minutes did you play tonight huh i don't know 11 so

you skate like shit but you play 11 fucking minutes

who the fuck are you i'm a fucking hockey player you steal my a

you steal my power play you're a fucking goon a thug you're fucking nothing

right now is because you're on my team.

Do you have any idea what would happen if I stopped watching your back?

Yeah.

It'd be like before you came.

I like that better.

We have not pissed together since last time we double -teamed Belgium's mother.

Oh, and we pissed our mothers.

All right,

lads. All right.

We're in the shit now.

This is Quebec.

Get your fucking game faces on. This is about to get ugly. We have four games

left, boys.

We only need two of them. Shove your tit -cat eyes up their terriers and rip

their fucking hearts out.

Go get them, boys.

You're with me tonight, Mom.

You are with me tonight.

All right, you feel the fucking energy in this building? I want you to take

fucking energy out into the ice. Dougie, you're going to shadow the flame the

entire game. You, go to the flame. You're starting. Boys, we're in this

thing. Now let's play like we're supposed to be here.

Let's go. All right.

Shut the fuck up. Here we go. The fries have been pranked. The cheese has been

curded. Let's pour some gravy on these. Let's grab the fucking puck.

And dig in.

Now Frank gets the pinch out. Back to Laflamme. He comes up ice with a full

of steam.

Laflamme lines up Laflamme. And the boys just jacked Laflamme's fries into the

board. Laflamme hits the right side. Cuts toward the net.

Laflamme takes it down.

Laflamme is the winner.

He gets it back again. Swings by another check. Watch him.

He may not be back at all. And for what you did to Samard, you've been

suspended. We're lucky it's only one game. You know how glad this team counts

you. Whatever it is that is making you fucking ovulate, you better figure it

quick and get your fucking shit together.

And for those of you who think you've got no practice tomorrow, 6 a .m., bag

skate, pussies. I want to see every single one of you work your fucking...

you want to make the playoffs or not.

God damn it.

And Glatt, I see you.

You're riding piss hole.

Back of the bus.

We fly by night, it's like a rocket flight, and baby that's just what it's

Fly by night, it makes you feel alright, you keep coming back for me.

I can't really talk right now. That's why I was texting you. I'm sorry. I'm

a moron.

So you saw my headbutt, huh?

Yeah. You fucked him up.

Are you at the library?

No. My boyfriend got home a few days ago.

Why did you text me then?

I keep talking to you.

And now I'm thinking about you and...

Sometimes I sleep with that Angus the Highlander doll.

There's nothing weird about that. It's official.

Yeah, Doug.

I know.

Fuck.

I'm a bad girlfriend, Doug.

All we did was make out.

I'm a slut, Doug.

I'm horny a lot.

I sleep around.

Oh, okay.

It doesn't bother you.

The truth is, I just...

I have a really huge crush on you.

Hello, sir.

My name is Doug Glyde.

Ross Ray.

Nice to meet you, kid.

Nice to meet you, too.

Sit down.

Thanks.

So you're the new me, eh?

I don't know about that.

I don't think so.

Everyone else seems to.

It's good.

Good for you, kid.

Thank you.

So what are you doing wandering around St. John's at 3 o 'clock in the morning?

Aren't you guys playing outside?

Yeah, yeah.

I ain't much for waiting around.

You're a tough little bastard out there.

You can fucking bang.

Thank you. Thanks so much.

As long as I'm gonna impart some of the wisdom of my years on you.

And I could really use some of that.

Everybody loves their soldiers until they come home and stop fighting.

You understand what I'm saying?

I don't know, no.

Kid, you got this thing, the stuff, the shit, the fucking grit, you got it, like

me.

But like me, that's all you fucking got.

And like me, you're no good to anyone doing anything else.

All I'm saying is don't go trying to be a hockey player.

Get your fucking heart ripped out.

But I am a hockey player, sir.

You're a fucking goon that plays hockey like you.

I don't play much hockey.

You're a hockey player, sir.

You know they just want you to bleed, right?

I'm here to do whatever they need me to do. You know, if they need me to bleed,

then I'll bleed for my team.

I suppose you heard I'm going to retire at the end of the season.

I've been at this since I was 17, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna go out like

some Nancy Boy middle -aged fuck.

You understand?

Yeah, I understand.

You have my respect.

Whatever that means to you, you got it.

What I'm here for.

Last night, I fight.

I fight for my team.

If they need me to bleed, then I bleed.

I started my career here in St. John's. I think it's only good that I'm winding

it up here.

Not being said.

I just don't know how to explain it to you guys.

What do you say, boys? Let's go to the playoffs.

Give the old man one last shot at a ring. How about it, eh? God bless

Newfoundland.

It's a rough physical game tonight, folks. Both teams shooting for the

and final playoff spot in the East.

Absolutely running over the poor Islanders. It's anarchy on the ice.

No need.

You know how this ends.

Oh, shit.

I could do this all night, boys.

Bart Ogilvie, getting into only the third fight of his entire career.

If I wanted to lift from you, I'll rattle my zipper.

A for effort, Captain, and D for Doug Black.

Are you there, Doug? It's me, Margaret.

Xavier, are you up?

I'm an idiot.

From now on, no matter what happens, if you want to punch me in the face or spit

in my mouth while I'm asleep, it doesn't matter.

I'm always going to be watching your back.

Think that we both have a light in our stomach.

A special light, like EP.

And the team needs somebody to light the way.

My stomach light needs your stomach light.

We can all phone home together.

And I've gone all the way.

Two home games left in the season. Both must win. If they don't, they're going

to wind up on the golf course early. And that doesn't sound quite so bad to me.

18 holes and a movement.

Here come the Hunters!

the boards, he's running to...

Laflamme serving a high -staking major with his team nursing a tenuous one goal

lead.

Going with six attackers.

Second stick down. There's about

27 left.

Clear it up. Clear it up. Give me the puck.

Give me the puck, man. I can't see the shot.

Rocky gods truly exist and aren't just a figment of my aging imagination.

We'll finally get to see that long -awaited battle between Ross Ray and

Glatt. Okay.

Gather around here, Islanders!

Come on, boys.

Dutchie, man. I will. I got some for you.

I am so fucking proud. You are un - fucking real.

The stuff that you are that is fucking

great. Thank you. You're our knight.

Yeah, fuck it.

Eva. Hey, hey.

No.

Hey, what happened?

Did you just watch Rudy?

No, I didn't. I broke up with him.

Holy shit.

I don't even know what the fuck I'm... Hey, come on.

From what I saw from him, you seem like a really nice guy.

I'm just not in love with him.

You're not?

No.

You... You make me want to stop sleeping with a bunch of guys.

That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me.

I'm so sorry.

That's my fault.

She's a wonderful girl.

Hit me again.

Hi there. I'm Eva.

This is, uh... Dakota?

Yeah, whatever.

Doc! Where were you?

Oh, my God.

What the fuck happened to you, man?

With this?

No, it's nothing.

What the fuck happened, Doug?

We deserve beating you, take it.

Jesus, Doug.

I made a dive.

putting out La Flamme.

Look at you.

Did you fall off a toilet paper roll?

Do you pee rainbows? Do you fart cinnamon?

Don't ruin this for Doug, Pat. Rainbows come out of your nipples?

Well, we're not here because I'm a good fucking captain. Because I'm not.

I've fucked up a lot of things in my life. I mean, I lost my woman, and I

see my kid enough.

And I guess what I'm trying to say is I feel I've gained a family.

And you boys?

You jaded, you fought, and you fucking bled.

And you have earned every piece of this. You got that shit that makes you keep

going long after you got no reason to.

That thug shit.

He's got it, Tom.

He's got the stuff.

No matter what happens out there, they will know.

Fuck you, man. So the Halifax Highlanders and the St. John Shamrocks,

on the line here. The eighth and final playoff spot.

And this should be a dandy confrontation.

No glory holes here tonight.

Ray runs into a couple of Halifax players.

Here's a shot on goal to save the game.

He puts it out in front. He scores!

Come on!

I'm going to score a goal just for you right now.

Here's LaFleur. He calls to LaFleur.

He takes the pass. Here comes LaFleur. He's straight up the middle.

Come off the ice.

Ray manages to step out of the ice at the same time. This could get scary.

Ray and Blatt, are they going to have a go?

Come on.

Here we go, here we go.

They skate away.

No, he suckered them.

What kind of shit is that?

He forced them to take a penalty.

candid situation, a great opportunity.

Here we go now, boys. Real hard.

Let's go now.

Off the drop, here's Laflamme

out on the ice to help Ray out as well.

And now Laflamme actually takes a run at Big Ray.

You want something, Freshie? Come on.

You want something? Remember what happened last time?

Now the light steps in.

That's a dirty shot, Doug.

Come on, boys. Let's play. Come on. Get them off. Get them off now.

What?

Please wait.

Two minutes to cross -check it.

69 and 2.

Two minutes.

Early in the third, Black and Ray both in the penalty box.

It opens up a little room. The clock is now down in the Halifax zone.

This is actually fucking happening. Dougie, the thug laugh is about to

drop the gloves and take on Ross, the boss. Ray, this has all the elements of

fucking sports match to these. Holy fuck. We got the worried lady friend.

Faith, frozen with concern.

We got the gay brother.

Yep. And the lovable, wisecracking Mick best friend.

Orange Town Sun.

Pussy Crew.

Album Drop. Oh, fuck. Here we go. Here we go.

Oh, my God.

Come on!

Don't you fucking dare.

Come on, Doc.

It's okay. It's always that bad fucking ankle.

You fucking did it, kid.

You did it.

Work with what you got. They said my voice really wasn't made for rapping.

Straight out the group home, it would never happen.

As a teenager, I had my first child, and in all my photos, you never seen a

smile. But now, I'm the best that ever did it. The greatest female rapper, and

they all must admit it. To all the haters, I say thanks a lot. Life can

really good if you work with what you got.

I know it's hard, but it takes some work to be. If you got nothing or even if

you got it all.

I know it's hard, but it makes some work to be. Working with what you got.

If you got nothing, even if you got it all. Working with what you got.

If you have an idea, just think it.

If you have one eye, just blink it.

If you have a cup of rum, just drink it. Working with what you got.

If you got one leg, just shake it.

If you don't want to smile, then fake it.

If you got one potato, bake it.

You gotta work it until you can't work it no more. You gotta work it, work it

until you know the score.

You gotta work it till you can't work it no more.

Let me hear you sing.

I know it's hard, but it takes some work to be.

If you've got nothing, or even if you've got it all.

Work it with what you've got, old baby.

If you've got nothing or even if you've got it all. Anytime you see light shows

you a curve.

And you're deep in your heart you don't deserve.

You may be ticking and ticking but keep on ticking.

That's the way it is.

How's your vision?

I said, I'm going to be honest with you. It's blurry.

I can't see.

Get some clapping going. What the fuck?

Two shots in.

But if not, then let me sit because I guess I'm not going to end up being a

-eyed trident.

Yeah. I mean, what the fuck? I gotta think of my health.

A lotto, marble slab, electric night fire on the microphone.

Been dousing myself with champagne cologne. And now my name is known across

land. From Pakistan to mainland Japan. In Kazakhstan and back to campus cases.

And never wild goose chase a wild goose. He always chasing me, though, but I

need time to speed around amazingly.

Got you, son.

Good luck.

So, do you hear that?