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Where is it, Gasmer?
l need to heat up my stick.

Yanny, you got to score today.
You no score in two years. Jesus!

(reporter) OK, Sean.
Time for one more question?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

What do you think about the public outcry
concerning the violence in hockey?

Well, you know, the game of hockey is
a fast-moving, hard-hitting contact sport

played by men with clubs in their hands
and blades on their feet.

The team with the most goals and men
still standing in the end is the winner.

Lesser men play other games. Real men
play real hockey. Old-time hockey.

Coach, whichever one of these assholes
took my blow-dryer better give it back,

- or I'm gonna key their car.
- That's the spirit, Miller.

All right, guys. Come on. Let's go.

We're only down four.
Let's go. Let's do something.

Palmberg, light a match and
get your stinkin' ass out on the ice.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on, guys. Let's go now.

Hey, Linden, you guys suck!

Fuck off!

Kiss my ass, pretty boy!

Let it go. Come on. Let's go.

- You're a fuckin' loser, Linden.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're working on it.

(commentator)
Third period about to begin.

The Albany Dogs having their way with
the Charlestown Chiefs, four to nothing.

Albany holding firm
in the federal league play-off.

The Chiefs holding on to the cellar.

Here we go.

Oh, shit!

Dog Pound fans, you're missing
one hell of a game tonight.

The Dog Pound lead five to nothing.
Our boys are tearing into the Chiefs.

The fuse to the C4 is lit, baby.
Sit down and get ready.

Come on, guys, let's go!

Come on, guys! Kick some ass!

Weaver!

- Keep your head up.
- Get up, Weaver.

- Shit, I think that's a scout.
- Where?

With the good-looking chick.
Let's go. Change! Come on, let's go.

With only ten minutes to play,
the Chiefs really gotta get going tonight.

lt's no secret that the Chiefs'
big problem has been defence.

They say Gasmer has let more rubber
between his legs than a $10 hooker.

l can say that, can't l?

- Fuckin' punk.
- Son of a bitch.

Russell brings it into the Chiefs' zone.

Gasmer, back to the play, gives the finger
to the Albany fans. Can you believe it?

Gasmer turns, squares to Russell.
Hanson shoots. Hits him in the helmet!

Get your head out of your ass,
you crazy bastard.

Wolfhard feathers it
over to Miller in the rush.

Miller! Pass the puck!

Linden open on the left.
Miller shoots. Glove-saved by Hirst!

It's time-out!

- You long-haired cunt.
- Let's go.

Hey, Albany fans.
Here come our beloved Dog Pound.

Let's hear it for 'em.

What the hell's going on out there?

- Miller, pass the puck.
- I didn't see.

Bullshit. Start passing.
I don't care if there's a scout.

Gasmer, if I catch you doing
your crazy serial-killer routine again,

especially when there's a two-on-nothing,
I'm gonna cut your head off. Got me?

Now let's go. Come on, guys.
Let's get something started.

Boys, show us what you got.

We're gonna get 'em.

Let's go. Let's get the son of a bitch.

- Those guys are nuts, man.
- Yeah, I know.

But aren't they great?

Come on, time to bust some balls.

Linden is trying to shake things up
with the Hanson brothers.

Move, you fuckin' retard.
We're trying to put a show on.

Uh-oh.

What's this? The Hansons
have moved away from the face-off.

Sweet Jesus! They couldn't be.

Oh, my God. The benches
are starting to clear. This is great.

Come on, guys. Not again.

The Hanson brothers' fists
are in and out like fiddlers' elbows.

He's just ripped off
Casey Dog's fuckin' head.

Oh, the humanity!

- No.
- I wanna hold it. I wanna hold it!

- No, I grabbed it.
- I knocked it off.

Ah. Hello, honey. Lost another one.

Linden, you going to the Catch?

No. I gotta go see the old man.
I'll see you over there.

Right.

What's so important
it couldn't wait till tomorrow?

How's your shoulder, son?

You know, same old shit.

I heard the game on the radio.
Hell of a third period.

We were lucky to get out of there
before the cops showed up.

''Had to leave before the cops
showed up.'' That's a good one.

What the hell's going on here?

First the compliment about the game,
then you like one of my jokes.

Don't tell me you've made another deal
on some boys from the prison league.

No, it's not like that. This is good news.

Although... it will come as a bit of a shock.

What's the good news, Fox?

I sold the Chiefs.

What?

Why? Just because
we've been losing a little bit?

We have won ten games
in the last two years.

So?

That just means that we're due,
that's all, Martin.

It means nothing of the sort. What it does
mean is that I can't make the payroll.

Nobody's coming to our games.

I can't even pay
the federal-league dues.

Every time I switch the light on
in my office I'm losing money.

Who'd you sell us to?

That's the beauty of it.
I made you guys a terrific deal.

They're gonna pay you
twice as much as I do.

And this is no rinky-dink league. No, sir.

From now on it's gonna be

decent restaurants and paid travel.

And you're all even gonna get per diem.

Are you bullshitting me, Martin?

On my mother's grave.

We have won the lotto.

No shit.

No shit.

Wow.

So who do we play?

Well, I'm afraid that the team
has been relocated.

- So the boys will have to pack and move.
- To where?

Omaha.

Nebraska.

What the fuck do they know about hockey
in Omaha, Nebraska?!

Who knows?

But Richmond Claremont -

you know, the media guy
who owns all those family channels -

it's his league,
and that's where his headquarters are.

I don't know if the guys
are gonna go for the Nebraska part.

Some of them have still got dreams
about going to the NHL.

Yes, but you and I know that
with the exception of Miller, that's just...

pipe dreams.

And even he's a long shot.

What? That kid's got talent.

Sean, he knocked out a referee

in a championship game.

He's a headcase.

I know. I know. I'm workin' on it.

Yeah, well, that's beside the point.

This is a good deal, Sean.
It's a good deal.

And the boys will go for Nebraska.

They'll go for it
because you're their captain.

You're their coach.

They listen to you. They do.

And you're an ex-NHL pro with a big rep.

Not any more.

- Hey!
- I owe you one. Hey, boys.

Hey, Coach.

You guys suck. They had better
defence at the Alamo.

- I'm workin' on it.
- Work on this.

Hey, Hap.

- Dropped a quarter, and I'm gonna find it.
- That was two years ago, cheap bastard.

- What's up?
- Might have a bun in the oven.

Oh, great. The wife?

Oh, Christ. Not again.

- Tell her to get a blood test.
- Get a blood test.

Hang up.

- Thanks, Coach.
- You got it.

Hi. This is Martin Matthews, calling from
American Express collections.

- This is Discovery card collection calling.
- How'd the fuckin' guys get my number?

l'm a longtime fan,
and you suck the big one, buddy! You...

Prick.

One, two.

One, two.

One, two.

- Go ahead.
- l'm not really a woman.

Holy shit. A transvestite.

What does mean, this ''transvestite''?

It's like a woman but it still has a dick.

Ah... The dick?

I like your hair.

Thanks.

Is that your natural colour?

Yes.

Because a lot of redheads say
it's their natural colour, but it's not.

Believe me, it's real.

Why don't you prove it to me?

How?

Why don't you let me look down below,
see if the carpet matches the drapes?

You're a pig.

What?

Scientific.

Dyke.

Gasmer, you sure
you flushed the toilet twice?

- Excusez-moi.
- You crazy bastard!

- On the management, Sean.
- Thanks, Hap.

Crappy third period.

We're workin' on it.

I got high score,
you fuckin' piece of shit!

Lay off the machine, Steve.

- Fuckin' machine took my quarter.
- I'll give you the quarter. Relax.

Piece of shit.

Hey!

Come on, guys. Knock it off.

Sorry, Coach.

Piece of shit!

- I was watchin' that.
- I need the Lottery America numbers.

You didn't spend our money
on the lottery again?

- How are we supposed to eat?
- I'm gonna win this time.

- That's what you always say.
- I got 50 tickets,

all with even numbers on.
Even numbers are lucky.

Right!

The first number
in tonight's Lottery America draw is:

seven.

Son of a bitch!

Now we gotta eat that beef jerky
and lousy root beer for another month.

- What did you give him the money for?
- I didn't!

(the Hansons argue loudly)

We were watchin' that.

Ho ho ho! Listen up, fellas,

for this very important... announcement.

What I got to tell you
may come as a shock to some of you.

But, uh, I promise

this is a very, very good thing for all of us.

- What's the announcement?
- Spill it, Sean.

Chiefs have been sold.

- Fuck!
- Elaborate, Linden.

- Sean, who bought the team?
- Richmond Claremont,

- the media guy with the family channels.
- Family channels?

What league?

Some new league he's starting.
Look, I don't have all the details.

This is bullshit. I got a contract.

Yeah, well, it's been sold.

- Where the fuck is the team going?
- Beautiful Omaha, Nebraska.

Nebraska? They don't know shit
about hockey in Nebraska.

What are you talkin' about, Palmberg?
They got beautiful lakes in Nebraska.

This is a good thing.

I don't like to move
cos that would disturb my routine.

Screw your routine.
What about scouts? What about the NHL?

It's hard enough
to get anyone to watch us in this league.

You think anyone's gonna scout us
in fuckin' Nebraska?

The boy's got a point.

Come on, guys.

Look at the bright side. Here's the deal.
They're gonna double our salaries.

We're gonna start to travel in style.

- They've given us fuckin' per diem.
- Fuck per diem!

Look, there's nothin'
we can do about it, all right?

This is a good thing, guys.

Just give yourselves some time
to think about it.

And if you don't like it...
call your fuckin' agents.

- They don't sound very happy.
- They'll get over it.

Didn't I see you at the game tonight?

What sharp little eyes you have.

You were in Albany,
then you came all the way back here.

- I did.
- Any particular reason?

Just came to size you boys up.

Right.

You wanna get outta here with me?

Go somewhere and get a nightcap?

Uh...

I am gonna get out of here.
But I'm going to settle my tab

and go home alone.
But thanks, it was nice talkin' to you.

- Coach, you got a minute?
- Yeah. Sure, kid.

This deal,
you really think it's a good idea?

Cos I got a feeling it's my year
to go up to the show, you know?

You know,
you really can't predict the show.

I know. But my attitude's changed.
Like you said, I've improved it.

Absolutely. You done terrific.

I just hope this league
is a little more high-profile.

Absolutely.

That's all I really wanted to know.
See you tomorrow.

Hey, hold up.

Where are you going?

- I'm going back to my hotel.
- You need some company?

- You took my interest the wrong way.
- How should I take it?

I think you should take it back inside

and sober up before both of us
do something we might regret.

OK.

I don't think there's anything
you can do to me

that I would ever... regret.

- Oh, yes, there is.
- Get over here.

He was a big son of a bitch.
l had to kick his ass and run him off.

No shit. Hey, you hear this? Coach kicked
some guy's ass outside the bar last night.

- Does he look worse than you?
- Coach, I got a question for you.

- What happened to your face?
- Some guy tried to mug the coach.

- Big fucker tried to roll me.
- Guys, the coach kicked someone's ass!

Who was that piece of ass
you were talkin' to at the bar last night?

I don't know.
Probably some psychotic fan.

Psychotic chicks, always the best fucks.

I remember when I was playing junior,
there was this blonde chick.

I got this hooker to come over
with her dog. I'm not a pet person...

That one of yours?

She's nuts.

Shit.

Wow, a hockey chick.

- You lost?
- Is this where the Chiefs practise?

- Yeah. So?
- Well, then I'm in the right place.

- I'm Jesse Dage, your new coach.
- New coach?

A coach with no dick?

- What the hell are you talkin' about?
- Fox didn't tell you?

This is kind of awkward.
It's part of the sale.

Nice shiner.

- Take it easy, Sean.
- You backstabbing son of a bitch.

Take it easy? You hire another coach and
don't have the fucking balls to tell me?

Maybe I can explain.

- Who the hell is this?
- Rick Cooper.

I represent Richmond Claremont
and the new league.

Yeah? You better start talking, dickhead.

That's funny. Hockey players are funny.

Sean Linden, played 1984 through '87
for Boston University.

Let's see.

All-American twice.
Led the nation in scoring in junior year

and led your team to a national title.

- What the hell is this?
- Third pick in the '88 draft to Boston.

Second in rookie-of-the-year voting.
Second year you were an all-star.

Hockey Weekly billed you
as the next Gordie Howe.

So what?

Then the numerous
on- and off-ice infractions.

Eight suspensions for fighting. Six arrests
for drunken driving, drunk and disorderly.

Numerous gambling infractions and -

how shall I put this? - one public sexual
incident with the lead of Visions On lce.

All climaxing with a suspension
for the suspected organising

of the throwing of game seven
in the '92 play-offs.

Who is this fuckin' guy?
What is this? A fuckin' biography?

The bottom line is,
your past is an issue for the new league.

So much so that your contract
was almost terminated.

Mr Fox convinced us
that if you moved to a less visible role,

you could still be useful.

A less visible role.

I'm sorry, Sean. It's a done deal.

That's it?

After all these years, that's it, I'm out.
Just like that.

I'm afraid so.

But look at the bright side.
You still get to play hockey every day,

and you still get paid to do it.

- It's a fuckin' joke, right?
- I can't believe it either.

- Yeah, but she's a woman.
- Well, woman or not,

she's the new coach. It's a done deal.
So let's try to make it work.

She does have a great ass.

Uh-oh. Here she comes.

Now that we're all in such a festive mood,
why don't we talk about this team?

You guys are all lacking.
There's no pride. There's no chemistry.

You fore-check like schoolgirls.

You let the opposition
crash the net at will.

I know you have to hate me for a while
cos I'm a woman. I get that.

But here's the deal.
We're stuck with each other,

so... you can go ahead
and caII me a bitch behind my back.

I really don't care. When I am taIking
to you, you're gonna listen.

You got it?

End to ends. Let's go.

You think she's a dog?

(whistle)

Miller!

''Whoo! Dump the puck!''

The first sign of trouble
you dump the puck in the corner.

We're playing a trap,
the only way to get it in the zone.

Here's an idea.
Why don't you take it in there yourself?

They're all over me.

Then skate through them, knock them
on their ass. Like a real hockey player.

You wouldn't know a real hockey player
if you fucked Bobby Orr.

- Oh, no!
- She fucked Bobby Orr.

- She fucked Bobby Orr.
- She fucked Bobby Orr.

Hockey chick.

OK.

Palmberg,
you and Miller trap the neutral zone.

When I come in, give me your best.

- No problem, Coach.
- Rest of you guys, sit down.

- She looks like Bobby Orr to me.
- See that, boys? Louisiana move.

- What is this?
- Blue Bayou.

Fuse, did you forgot
to take your pills today?

- (grumbles in French)
- Ah, f...

We were taking it easy on you
cos you're a woman.

- Do that again.
- Sure.

Come on, princess. Bring it on.

Fuckin' Miller.

- Who taught you how to do that?
- My grandfather, actually.

No shit.

Oh, now I get it.

Ever heard of Billy Dage?
He had the meanest slap shot.

Won the Stanley Cup three times.

That's his granddaughter.

What sharp little eyes you have.

You guys go. Bus leaves in the morning.
Get some sleep.

We want you nice and handsome
for the press conference tomorrow.

She won't last long.
Chicks are soft and sensitive.

Yeah, right. She's about as soft
and sensitive as a right hook.

Taking that missed shot
a little hard, aren't you?

You should know.

Listen. I didn't get the chance before, so...

- About last night, I wanted to say...
- Forget about it.

- Really, I obviously didn't know...
- Well, I got the last word in, didn't I?

Yeah.

I've seen that replay a thousand times.
Everyone has.

- That must kill you.
- No!

It doesn't bother me.

Is it true? Did you throw that game?

What do you think?

I don't know.

Let me know when you do.

Linden?

Do you know what's really going on now?

Yeah.

When are you gonna tell
the guys about it?

Soon. Just waiting for the right moment.

Don't wait too long.
It's only gonna make it worse.

I'll keep that in mind.

- Here, have some jerky.
- I don't want it.

Get outta here. Leave it alone.

- The bet's ten bucks.
- I'm out.

Cheap bastard. Every time
the betting gets a little heavy, you fold.

- I do so.
- Palmberg, how many cards?

No, no. I'm sitting pretty,
suckin' on Lady Luck's titty.

- Gasmer?
- I'll take two.

What if you got dealt a royal flush?
Would you still ask for two cards?

I don't know.

I thought this medication
was supposed to be helping you.

- No, no, it's working.
- Then take only one card.

I'll take two.

Crazy bastard. What about you, Yanny?

I, uh...

- Five.
- You can't take five, Chernobyl.

Dvotchka,
I thought you taught him to play poker.

(speaks in Czechoslovakian)

You still haven't told them.

I'm still waiting for the right moment.

Listen up, guys. Linden's got something
very important he needs to tell you.

Fine. Fine.

Guys, listen up. There's some things
I have to tell you about this new league.

Now...

- Ever heard of the Harlem Globetrotters?
- We going against Globetrotters?

- But they play basketball, no, Coach?
- We don't play against the Globetrotters.

But you know when they play
how it's a lot of fun,

and they do a lot of specialised tricks
and there's razzle-dazzle?

- That's what we're gonna do?
- Not exactly.

You guys have heard of
the Washington Nationals.

The chumps that play against
the Globetrotters? Right?

- Right.
- That's gonna be us?

I am sorry.
I am Czech, maybe I not understanding.

We are to these people
losing every game?

- Something like that, yes.
- Bullshit. We're getting fucked in the dick.

- Yes. In the dick.
- No. We're getting fucked in the ass.

- Yes.
- That too.

Guys, guys.

It's about the money. Right?

I mean, we all got bills.
Some of us got expensive mortgages.

Some of you got kids
with high-school tuitions. Right?

- And they're giving us per diem.
- Fuck per diem!

Fuck the money! Don't you see what's
goin' on here? We've been sold out.

If we go along with this,
we can kiss our careers goodbye.

It's not true.
We're playing real hockey as well.

- No shit?
- Yeah, it's in my contract.

We play half exhibition games
and half real games.

She doesn't know
what the fuck she's on about.

You again with the mouth.

I know more about what I've signed on
to do than all of you guys put together.

You'll get more exposure
in one game in this league

than five years in the federal league.

It's real hockey,
on real TV, for real money.

It sounds like real bullshit.

You know how sure I am
we're gonna play real games?

I'm gonna outskate you
on the ice and off. Ready?

I'll make you guys a little bet.
You ask me anything about hockey.

You all get one shot. If I get them
all right, we're in this together. OK?

OK. OK. OK.

But if we win,

you have to show us your tits
for... ten seconds.

- (speaks Czechoslovakian)
- We would like to see 15 seconds.

- Don't do it.
- No problem.

- Done.
- Nice.

- You're fuckin' nuts.
- Let's go. Who's up?

OK, sweetheart. Who's the first team
to win a game by 15 goals?

Detroit Red Wings.
Beat the Rangers 15 - zip.

1944, sweet cheeks.
You're out. Who's up?

Only team to score nine goals
in one period?

Buffalo Sabers. Beat Toronto, 1981 .
You're out. Next?

Question.

The first time the goaler,
he weared a mask on the NHL?

Clint Benedict. 1930. Bye.

Next?

- Who was the first brother in the NHL?
- Willie O'Ree. Boston Bruins, 1958.

- You're damn right.
- Next?

- What you got?
- He asking,

if you are merry, would you to sleeping
with winger for inspiring on big game?

Nyet. And nyet.

So you're out.

Which... NHL player
has the biggest cock?

Bobby Orr.

Bobby! Hockey chick.

All right.

- Do I get a question?
- Shoot.

Toronto coach Cal Jarvis,

what were his dying bedside words
to his wife?

''I love you more than hockey.''

Well, boys,

I heard they got great steaks in Omaha.

Wow. Maybe we were wrong
about all this. This is pretty big-time.

Hey. Rick Cooper,
press secretary, lawyer,

and jack-of-all-trades
for Mr Claremont's office.

He's asked me to look after you.
Any problems, questions, I'm your man.

First thing... aha!

We have got some
great new uniforms for you guys.

(Wolfhard) It looks like a friggin' rooster.

Super Chiefs.

What the hell is that? We're the Chiefs.

Mr Claremont doesn't want an incident

Iike the Atlanta Braves
with their PC Indian problems,

so we just altered the name.

Super Chief's the name of a train.
Problem solved.

No. no. Allo.

Excuse. See that?

We wear that for many year.
I can't not wear that. OK?

- Sure you can.
- No.

No. I don't think you understand.

I can't not wear that shirt.

Better listen to him on this one, Cooper.

He's out on a weekend pass
from the psycho ward.

All right.

How about this?

You wear your old one
underneath your new one.

OK. Me, I like that.

- Thank you.
- Hey, they gave me fuckin' 16!

- I'm supposed to be 1 7.
- Yeah, and I'm 16.

They gave me 1 7. I'm supposed to be 18.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time-out. Time-out.

Coach is here.

That here. Then we go like this.

- All right!
- Thanks, Coach.

Look. We're going to look like
Communist clowns again.

Yes.

- What is with the wings?
- Oh, uh...

- It's the Better America logo.
- What is Better America?

It's America's most respected
family values organisation.

Heads up.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome the president and CEO

of Claremont Family Media,
Richmond Claremont.

(crowd applauds and cheers)

Thank you.

Thank you.

My son loves hockey.

And last year I took him
to a Rangers game.

I was shocked and appalled
at what we saw.

Fighting, cursing, blood.

- Good thing he didn't go to Detroit.
- What a shame,

all these beautiful kids in the country
with nothing but thugs as role models.

So I decided to create a fun and exciting
hockey game that the family can go to.

There will be no violence. No fighting.

- Shit!
- Just a good bunch of clean-cut action.

So it's with great pride,
enthusiasm and joy

that I introduce to you

your new Omaha Ice Breakers.

(fanfare)

Ice Breakers, everything Ice Breakers.
What about the Chiefs?

Fuckin' Super Chiefs.

Now, we needed to find a coach
to bring the Ice Breakers some style.

So we went all the way
to Broadway to find him.

I would like to introduce to you
the creator and choreographer

- of the family smash hit Visions On lce...
- Oh, shit.

Mr Dexter Howell.

(crowd applauds)

- What? You know him?
- No.

(camp voice) Thank you, Mr Claremont.

Well, this is very exciting, isn't it?

We have assembled for you a very fine,

very talented,
world-class group of hockey artists.

And I promise you are gonna get a show
like you have never seen before.

- I just love these boys.
- I bet you do.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dexter.

Now it's time to meet
some of these young men.

He was captain of the Yale hockey team.

Now he's captain
of the Omaha Ice Breakers. Skipper Tesh.

Skipper.

- Skipper? Fuck.
- Sounds like some guy's ass I kicked.

Pussy.

Once we work the teams out on the road,
we're coming back here

to kick off our official big city tour.

And that's not all.

The Omaha game
will be nationally televised.

Of course,
the Ice Breakers need someone to play.

So we snagged a doozie of a coach,

smart, tough and experienced.

From the bloodline
of a legendary hockey great, Billy Dage,

his granddaughter, Jessie Dage.

That is a fine-ass pair of legs.

I thank you for being... Huh?

Introduce the Chiefs.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands
together for the Super Chiefs.

Stand up. Take a bow.

Hey, watch it, hot shot!

I got an infection.

- Yeah?
-Yeah.

- You all right?
- No.

- Hurt when you pee?
- Yeah.

Hi. Aren't you the guy that punched out
the ref in the national championships?

- Yeah. What about it?
- I don't know.

Looks like it did wonders for your career.

- I don't like these guys.
- Miller... exhale.

We don't even know 'em.
Try bonding with them.

Palmberg, watch this.

Where'd you guys come out of?
The 'NSync league?

- Better than the beer league.
- Oh, quick and pretty.

We played Ivy League.
It was a prerequisite.

That explains it. All the teeth, no scars,
nice nose. Was a no-contact league, eh?

Eh?

Eh? What's the matter? You can't speak
English, you dumb fuckin' Canuck? Huh?

You guys, all of you, you're fuckin' losers.

That's why they hired you to play us. OK?

So blow me.

Hey, Linden.

Screw you.

Fuckin' Miller!

- Miller, knock it off.
- Why? We're bonding.

Well, now that we've all... met each other,

the next person who steps out of line
will be finished. Is that clear?

This is a family show
and fighting will not be tolerated.

We are going to be developing
a different style of hockey

that you won't have played before. If
anybody wants to have attitude, bench it.

First, we will now play
two 20-minute periods instead of three.

Hey, you're fuckin' with the rules, man.

Mr Palmberg,
Mr Claremont makes your rules,

and both he and I feel that this format
will be more television-friendly.

Is that clear?

Two, let us never forget
that it is the Ice Breakers

that are the stars of this show.
And, like the stars of a Broadway show,

they must remain fresh,
healthy and unmarked.

There will be none of that... stuff that
some of your people like to do. Like...

hip-checking, high-sticking, tripping,...

butt-ending.

(sniggering)

These are your scripts.

Your scripts are your bibles.
Let us imagine that our script is called:

''The Ice Breakers Beat
the Super Chiefs Again.''

It's a comedy, and every one of you
has a part to play in it.

Unlike a Hollywood script, every one of
these words is to be respected as written.

Is that clear? There will be no rewrites.

OK. Good.

So... from now on

we are not going to practise,
we're gonna rehearse.

We are not going to play,

we're gonna perform.

Oh, um...

Mr Linden,

head office will no longer tolerate
any lewd or lascivious behaviour.

- What are you talkin' about?
- Don't play coy with me, sister.

That little girl was gonna be
a very big star

before your liaison got splashed
all over every tabloid in town.

Are we clear?

Yes, ma'am.

(laughter)

So...

This is it, people. Places, please.

Five, six, seven, eight.

(blows whistle)

Don't touch that puck! Come back here.

This is not your scene we're rehearsing.
Leave it alone!

- Yeah! All right!
- Mr Linden.

Then you just step back...

Wait a second. What is going on here?

Mr Miller, please.

Jesus! Stop that!

Jesus Christ!
What kind of fucking bullshit is this?

Mr Miller, you wouldn't have lasted
five minutes in Paradise On lce.

Get out of here. You just take your little
ass and get it right down the ice. Go on!

Hurry up.

You'll be fine, Mr Gasmer. I promise,
really. It's a sure crowd pleaser.

Just assume the position. That's it.

Five, six,

seven, eight. Now.

- Whoa!
- Holy shit.

This was supposed to be a family show.

What the hell were you thinking?
Mr Gasmer, are you all right?

Howell, when do we start
practising real hockey?

Real hockey? This is real hockey.

No. This is you rehearsing your show.

We're supposed to play half exhibition
games and half real games.

- When do I work with my guys?
- Soon.

Soon.

- Pull my finger, Jeff.
- (farts)

Gentlemen - excuse me -
may I talk to you for a second?

Sure.

All right, all right, already!
I heard you. God!

- What can I get you?
- Coffee and the roast beef.

My friend Eminem here will have the tofu,
with some heroin sauce.

I'll have the chicken. See how bad
we pounded those pricks today?

- Yeah. It almost cost us our jobs.
- Whatever.

Hey, Palm.

Look, all I'm saying is, play it cool.

Easy for you to say. This is probably it
for you. I still got a shot at the NHL.

Not with that attitude.
That stunt you pulled today?

It's because of that attitude that you
didn't make the draft. Ever think of that?

Yeah. Oh... OK. Come on, don't.

You always play that joke on me.
It's not too fun, OK?

- So I'll just get a beer.
- OK.

That uniform is kinda sexy.

But you should undo a button or two,

put on a little show,

cos nothing gets guys
in the tipping mood like a little...

tit action.

I'll keep that in mind.

- And for you?
- For me...

Chicken, no skin. Salad, fruit.
On the plate, all together.

Nothing is to touch, or else you take it
back. Thank you, fuck you, c'est tout.

OK.

Yeah. I've got some coupons here.

How's the... snatch of the day?

- Don't listen to them.
- (players laugh)

- Hey, guys.
- (all) Hey!

Whoa. Where you going?

- We're going home.
- We're the wrong asthmatics.

- No. Howell said the wrong aesthetics.
- But we're athletic.

Guys, guys, guys, hold on. Hold on.
What are you saying?

- Howell fired you guys?
- No. He said we could go home.

- Yeah, we're the wrong asthmatics.
- It's aesthetics.

Time-out, you guys.
You were fired, you morons.

This is bullshit.

No, Coach, it's OK,

because we like to
play old-time hockey, like Eddie Shore.

- Dick Clapper.
- Toe Blake.

- And Gordie Howe.
- Gordie!

Coach, this ain't hockey.

Listen to me, boys. This ain't over.

I'll be in touch.

- OK.
- Thanks.

See you later.

- Did he say anything about me?
- No. Sorry, Miller.

Shit.

- That's OK.
- See you, guys.

Ah! Never mind the kids.

Never mind the zoning laws.
I want that land.

Listen, John, for me to donate
$500,000 to your party

I don't need phone calls like this.

- I'm sorry, can I help you?
- I'd like to see Richmond Claremont.

Do you have an appointment?

No. But, uh...

Why, that's impossible.

- Right.
- Hey, wait. Get me Mr Cooper.

If you wanna stay a congressman
and retain your tenure,

then I suggest
you do something about this.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Don't say a thing. Do not say
another word. As your lawyer...

Linden, what are you doing here?

He said you were going to be arrested
on cocaine possession.

Cooper, who is this man
and how did he get in here?

- You're an FBI agent?
- No. I'm Sean Linden.

I'm the captain of your new hockey team,
the Super Chiefs.

- This is a real badge.
- Yeah.

I won it in a card game.

Movie stars, heads of state, senators

do not get in this room without clearance.

Yet a hockey lug strolls in.

Olive, go back to your desk.
You stay here.

Oh, ma ma ma ma ma ma ma.

Sean Linden.

You got a lot of juice.

I'm impressed by that.

I'm very busy but I'll give you
five minutes, starting now.

I'm pissed off about
this whole Hanson thing.

- What are you referring to?
- The three brothers on the team.

- They're the heart and soul of everything.
- The mutant robots

with thick glasses.
Howell told me they were wrong.

Because they love hockey?
There's more where they came from.

- You're not threatening me, are you?
- Warning you.

Me and the guys are getting sick
and tired of your off-Broadway revue.

- We feel like you don't respect the game.
- I don't.

- What do you mean?
- I don't respect your little game.

I respect money and television ratings,

and this league brings a lot more of both.

Right.

So then it's all about
cleaning up at the bank.

What's wrong with that?

We both get more of what we want.

Better America gets a vehicle
to promote their wholesome agenda.

You and the Ice Breakers make
some more money. I get a hit show.

- What's your problem?
- The problem is,

you got me and the new coach
and the whole damn team down here

thinking that eventually
we'll play in some real games.

Well, you are.

Don't bullshit a bullshitter,
Mr Claremont.

I know what it sounds like.

I respect that.

I tell you what you do.

You go and tell your team-mates
who are losing heart

that I will double their salaries.

- You're gonna double our salaries?
- That depends on you.

You mean if I forget
some of this conversation.

I'm forgetting this conversation right now.

Right.

Mr Linden?

I trust we understand each other.

I'll see you around, Claremont.

He's going to double our salaries?

Well, that's what the man said.

So...

What do you wanna do, boys?
Do we agree?

- I'm in.
- (all) Yeah.

- I'm ready.
- Yo, man, you sure you're ready?

- Yeah, I'm ready. Come on.
- OK.

- Thanks, Cariboo.
- What the hell is going on in here?

It's OK.
The day of his high-school championship

Gasmer's girlfriend broke up with him
and kneed him in the nuts.

He had a shutout that night.

- It's just part of his ritual.
- You crazy bastard.

(commentator) Ladies and gentlemen,

Better America
and Claremont Family Media

take great pleasure in presenting to you
the Omaha Ice Breakers,

led by their captain, Skipper Tesh.

Give a big warm welcome
to Trent, Ash, Rob,

Will, Blaine, Ethan,

Jordan, Leo, Flynn and Justin!

And challenging our Omaha boys...

the Super Chiefs, from Charlestown.

Better America is a company
dedicated to fine entertainment.

Better America, the name you can trust
for wholesome recreation.

Better America, finding new ways
to make our country a better America.

Feel like I'm in the fuckin' lce Capades.

That was just so rude.

- Sweet.
- Fuck this shit.

Let's remind these assholes who the real
stars are - dish out some fuckin' hurt.

No problem.

- You bush-league asshole.
- Thanks, princess.

Miller wins the draw.
Pushes it back to Linden.

They're bringing it down the ice,
but this won't last long.

lce Breakers all over 'em. Skipper Tesh
has his eye on him. There's the pass.

Trent intercepts. Drives down.
Skipper Tesh into position.

Fakes a shot. Drops. Tesh picks it up,
and right through Gasmer's legs.

He's not gonna like that.
Miller embarrassed. Gasmer's protesting.

lt's not gonna do any good.
lt's still lce Breakers 1, Super Chiefs 0.

You all right?

- Bastard gutted me like a fish.
- Let it go.

Here come the lce Breakers. lt's a
three-on-two rush. Comin' down the ice.

Now watch... The old belly-slide trick.

Oohh!

That's what I call
ringin' the old chapel bells.

Come on!

I don't remember
us rehearsing cheap shots.

This is fucked.
Are we supposed to take this shit?

We can't touch 'em. Those are the rules.

This deal keeps gettin' better and better.

Fucking bullshit.

Leo spins backward looking to pass. But
not to Skipper. He's busy checking Miller.

Shit.

Fucker.

Miller, don't!

Look out, Skipper. Watch out behind you.

Skipper is attacked in the mid-ice,
first in ten! The crowd going crazy now.

Son of a bitch!

- Stay calm. Don't get angry.
- Where does it say they fight?

It doesn't say it on mine.
Give me your page six.

You are hockey artists, not wrestlers!
Hockey artists!

- Guys! Guys!
- Here we go again.

Linden!

What the hell are you doing?!

Mr Claremont would go through the roof.
You are not supposed to touch them.

Tell them to lay off the cheap shots.
My guys are defending themselves.

Defending themselves?
It's like fuckin' Gladiator out there.

Skipper's ribs are bruised.
And Trent's nose... shattered.

Boo fucking hoo!
What d'you expect? This is hockey!

No, this is not hockey.

- It's a goddamn circus.
- And you're clowns, so play your parts!

The next person that touches one of them
will be sued for breach of contract.

Think I'm not serious? Then try me.

This week is ''meet the media''. We have
a photo session with the Seattle Post.

Skipper, you have an interview
at 1 1 .13 with Hockey Weekly.

Gentlemen, you are
representing the Claremont family,

so I trust you will be
on your best behaviour.

- You sure about this?
- He wanted a circus. We'll give him one.

Excuse me, could you direct me
to your nearest washroom?

I just had your continental breakfast
and I gotta take a wicked shit.

- You're not supposed to be here.
- All right.

I'm just gonna take a shit
on that tray of muffins.

All right. Relax.

- I'll show you.
- Thank you.

I had the continental breakfast yesterday,
but it didn't affect my bowels this way.

This should put some lead in your pencils.

The last thing on the agenda:

we will visit with the Women of Spokane
Charity League luncheon,

and you boys will participate
in a bachelor auction for charity.

It's great PR and a fantastic photo op,

so... finish your breakfast,
we leave in 15 minutes.

Ladies, ladies,
can I get your attention, please?

On behalf of Mr Claremont and the Ice
Breakers, thank you for your hospitality.

Now on to the fun part,
our bachelor auction.

Each lucky winner will spend the entire
day with the bachelor of their choice.

First up, Mr Skipper Tesh.

He was captain of the Yale hockey team,
now captain of the Ice Breakers.

- Bids start at $50.
- $50.

- Do I hear 60?
- $60.

Do I hear...

- Is it getting hot out here?
- My heart is beating like a rabbit.

Oh, dear God!

$100!

- Oh, my.
- 150.

150!

- Get it together.
- I can't control it!

200.

$250.

300.

(woman) Something tragic happened
today at the celebrity auction in Spokane.

- The lce Breakers found themselves...
- (knocking on door)

in somewhat of
an embarrassing predicament.

Following a breakfast reception
at a local conference centre...

Shit, it's Coach!

(knocking on door)

What's going on, Coach?

How you doin'?

- Hey, boys.
- Hello, Coach.

So, guys, I just got a call from Cooper.

Evidently someone drugged
the Ice Breakers.

They all got wood
at a senior citizens' luncheon today.

- You know anything about that?
- No, ma'am.

- (mumbling)
- No?

I didn't think so.

OK. Well, as you were.

- Good night, Coach.
- Good night.

See you tomorrow.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

This is Martin Matthews of the American
Express collections. l've been trying...

Christ! How do these guys find me?

(knocking on door)

Couldn't be.

Yeah?

- Hey, Coop. Come on in.
- No.

I imagine you heard about the incident.

It's all over SportsCenter.

Yes. Well, although there's no proof, I
think we both know who was behind this.

- I'll talk to the guys.
- I need a little more from you.

I need you to lead these men,
show 'em the way.

I know you need the money.
Don't let them screw this up for you.

(phone ringing)

My grandmother's single,
if you're interested.

What the fuck did you just say,
you white trash sack of shit?

- Faggot.
- Huh?

Knock it off, guys. We got a show to do.

Miller, let's go.

- She does yoga.
- Better watch your fuckin' back.

(commentator) Skipper wins the face-off.
Flips to Ash, who passes to Flynn,

who takes the puck, drops back,
and throws long to Trent.

He's got it. He drops it for Skipper Tesh,
who shoots and scores!

Six points for that one.
Have you ever seen anything like that?

What precision passing!

The lce Breakers are still in possession...

You all right?

I'm gonna fucking kill that guy.

Kids seem to love that clown Palmberg.
What a pratfall he took. They love to see...

50 bucks if you do it again.

60.

- You're on.
- OK.

(commentator) Play coming back now.
Palmberg back on his feet.

Play going by.
And whoa! Down he goes again!

All that's missing from the Super Chiefs
are the clown shoes and funny noses.

See? They love you.

Way to go, boys!

Now that's what I call a show, huh?

Ooowww!

Sounded like we were scoring goals.

You were scoring - with the fans!

Ooowww!

( slow jazz piano)

Let me get a beer.

- Hello.
- Hi.

What are you doing at the enemy's hotel?

I splurged. It's my dime.

I couldn't take one more night
in a hotel that rents by the hour.

What are you doing here?

When I played in the Pacific league,
this was our favourite bar.

- When you went trolling for waitresses?
- No. Stewardesses.

Stewardesses, of course.

You know something?

I always thought
your grandfather was awesome.

Yeah, I'm sure he's proud of
how I'm making a mockery of his game.

What do you mean? You're not making
a mockery, it's just a show.

- That happened fast, didn't it?
- What?

You loved this game.

You've given up on it.

- No, I haven't.
- What would you call it?

An opportunity.
I'm accepting my position in life.

Well, you've got all the guys giving up
and accepting their position in life.

They're playing like complete bozos.

What about you?
You knew the deal coming in.

Why aren't you coaching some college?

- Like the women's team at Wellesley?
- Yeah.

My girls won four titles in five years.

- Why aren't you still there?
- Because there's nothing left to prove.

- Know what I really wanna do?
- Coach the Ice Breakers?

Yeah. I'd rather pour pitchers at Hooters.

I wanna coach in the NHL.

And when we start playing
these real games

and I get you guys playing
the way I know you can play,

then I'm gonna get some attention.

Jessie...

you don't really believe Claremont
and his promise of real games, do you?

It's in my contract.
I wouldn't have signed it otherwise.

Do you know something I don't know?

To real games.

To real games.

I can't believe
you just used the word ''dickweed''.

- What?
- I saw you when you played for Boston.

I thought you were cute.

- Really?
- This is me.

Your room must have a nice view.

It's excellent.

A lot of those little soaps?

- Lots of little soaps.
- Yeah.

Get some rest, Sean.

- Thought I was cute.
- You're cute.

So if I try to kiss you right now
you're not gonna hit me, are you?

Go to sleep.

Getting a little slow in your old age, huh?

- I'm workin' on it.
- You know, it's funny.

You used to be my idol
when I was growin' up.

Remember the seventh game
of the play-offs?

- Kinda hard to forget.
- Yes, it is.

Always wanted to ask,
did you miss that goal on purpose?

My usual response to that question:
what do you think?

- I don't know.
- That's what everybody says.

The answer's no.

Yeah, I used to gamble. Never on hockey.

But you had the whole net.

Never missed an easy shot, huh, Skipper?

Let a puck get by you?
Trip over your own skate?

- Shit happens.
- Yeah, no kiddin'.

It's too bad, though, you know?
You could have been one of the greats.

(Skipper laughs)

Here.

Your rookie card.

Doesn't hold the same value for me
any more, you know what I mean?

I'll see you, Linden.

(Skipper laughs)

Weaver!

Let's shake it, boys.
We got a game to play.

Listen, about last night.
I hope I didn't, you know...

Forget about it.

I'm workin' on it.

(man panting)

(woman groans)

- Oh, Palmberg!
- Just five more minutes.

Coach, I only washed my hair one time.
I have to go.

- Be my guest.
- Thank you.

- (woman shrieks)
- Yeah, Palmberg!

What's up, kid?

- Fuck off, Linden!
- What's your problem?

Maybe the fact my career's been sold
down the river to this fuckin' sideshow.

What are you talkin' about?
The other guys seem happy.

Whatever helps you sleep better.

Great news, everyone.
Mr Claremont is here tonight.

- Keep your money.
- He couldn't be more pleased.

In fact, he wanted me to tell you just how
proud he is of each and every one of you.

Great work. Great, great work!

He wants to tell you
exactly how proud he is of all of you.

I love per diem!

Can you believe
we almost walked away from all this?

Seanie,

you're the best. Huh? Huh?

You make it very good, Sean. Very good.

Very good money.

(speaks Polish)

- Dage, great work.
- Thank you.

Welcome back, old man.

You know, Mr Claremont, um,

when I agreed to take care of the Chiefs,

you said I'd get that promotion
to vice president.

I'm watching the game right now.
Talk about it later.

(commentator) Here comes Flynn to
centre ice. He's calling them all together.

Ash, Leo, Blaine responding. Tesh
getting in here. You know what this is.

- Look. That's her.
- lt's time for the lce Breaker pinwheel.

I blew the last guy on the pinwheel.

They spin around, pickin' up speed.

OK, there goes Tesh.

Jesus Christ!

We have another derailed Super Chief.
The kids are eating up this excellent...

Yanny! Yanny, you all right?

Son of a bitch!

C'mon, you'll be all right. Let's go.

Get up. Let me see.

- Jesus Christ!
- Don't worry, Coach.

That's show business. Show business.

Eastern Europeans
have that circus background.

They love the roar of the crowd,
the greasepaint.

He's eating it up, this guy.
He's taking a few minutes off now, folks.

Congratulations.
Your brainwash is complete.

There's a baleful glance between
two ice warriors, Trent and Linden.

Now Linden skating...
Oh, look out, Trent, behind ya!

He's clocked by Linden.
They both go down.

Here we go again. You know, as l said,
these stunts are carefully rehearsed

so they look as realistic as possible.
By God, that's looking realistic.

It's all part of the act.
I don't know where the hell we are.

Will somebody stay on the fucking script
so I can tell... What?

Sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

l meant to say ''frigging''. Uh, ''freaking''.
Uh, we'll be right back after this.

Would you please bring me Mr Linden?

How about that shit?
Did we show 'em, huh?

- Trent turtled on the ice like a pussy!
- Hell, yeah! Kicked their fuckin' asses!

- Where the fuck were you guys?
- Trying to save our jobs.

That's what we're calling it now? A job?

That was stupid shit. You made
the rest of us look like assholes.

Hey, come on, guys!
Did you forget what we are?

We're hockey players!
They hit us with a cheap shot!

Look at Yanny's face!
What's wrong with you guys?

Two weeks ago
you couldn't stand this shit!

- We like the money.
- Fuck the money!

It's OK, Coach.
Show must go on, you know?

You gotta be shittin' me.
No more beef jerky for you boys, eh?

After the big TV game,

I need to renegotiate
all the Super Chief contracts.

I want more control over them.

Those contracts are long-term.

We renegotiate,
they'll hand us our heads in court.

That's why I gave you power of attorney,
so you can figure these things out.

No matter what it takes.

No matter how far you have to go.

Yes, sir.

Stop standing there like a frozen eunuch
and send Linden in.

Yes, sir.

Mr Claremont will see you now.

Right.

You wanted to see me?

I witnessed a monster on the ice tonight.

Greek mythology teaches us the only way
you can kill a monster is cut off his head.

You firing me?

Here's the deal.

I have a lot of serious money and
interest tied up in the Ice Breakers show.

If the people of Better America
saw this brouhaha tonight,

they would pull the ice right out
from under this whole thing.

Why don't you finance the whole thing
yourself? You've got the money.

It's not about the money.

It's about their endorsement.

Better America is the country's
most respected arbiter of family values.

Their approval is worth
hundreds of millions of dollars.

And I'll tell you right now who is not worth
hundreds of millions of dollars.

You.

Sooner or later you're gonna
have to rob a bank and leave the country.

Or...

you could be
a half a million dollars richer.

- What are you talkin' about?
- Think about it.

All your debts are paid off,

and you have a whole lot more left over.

You serious?

Damn right I'm serious.

All you have to do is convince young
Mr Miller and the rest of your hard heads

to get back on this boat
in the right direction.

- How do you suppose I do that?
- Turn your energy into electricity.

Motivate 'em.

Be their captain.

How's that shoulder, son?

What's up, kid?

That felt great,
kicking the shit out of those guys tonight.

- What's with the sling?
- Let me get a Molson.

I had an MRI done after the game.

Doc says if I don't get the shoulder
scoped right away I'm screwed.

- That sucks.
- Tell me about it.

Wanna know what the weird part is?
I called Cooper to tell him.

Ten minutes later,
Claremont calls me himself,

says he called some big-time
sports medicine clinic in Minnesota.

- They'll take me right away.
- You're shitting me.

No shit.

Then he starts telling me about how he's
making up the schedule for the season.

Says by next month we should play
the Ice Breakers in some real games.

Real games, my ass!

Fuck Claremont. And fuck this whole deal.

What the hell's wrong with you, Miller?
You were a top prospect.

You should have gone to the pros
but you got passed over. Know why?

You got a bad attitude. Let me tell you,
the scouts look for that stuff.

- My attitude?
- Yeah. We talked about that, remember?

You started turning things around
back in Charlestown.

Lately, you've gone to shit.

Gone to shit?

What scout is gonna notice me here?
This whole thing is a joke.

- Here's to my attitude.
- No. This ''joke''

may get you some TV exposure,
give you a chance to turn things around.

You ever think of that?

Claremont is a media mogul.

We live in a media age now.

It's all about hype
and publicity and advertising

and big-time endorsements.

Owners look for the guys
that can do that stuff.

I'm serious.

Look... all I'm sayin' is,

don't be the guy that could have had the
world by the balls and let it all slip away.

Trust me, that's tough to live with.

Real games. Nice.

- Claremont called you himself?
- Absolutely.

All you gotta do is keep it clean, we'll all
be on Easy Street. See you in two weeks.

All right? See you, guys.

OK. We be seeing you, Coach.

So real games, huh?

Yeah.

- What did you and Claremont talk about?
- Real games.

Bullshit. I've seen you play a regular
season game with a broken wrist.

There's nothing wrong
with your shoulder.

Guess I'm not as good as I used to be.

I'll see you around.

You suck.

Here's your ticket, Sean.

The sling was a convincing touch.

- So that's it?
- That was the deal.

Convince them how good they had it,
then split.

Here's my card if you ever...
need anything or...

So I guess this is where I say thanks.

What he's doing to you guys isn't right.

But at least you're gettin' out.

What's stopping you?

Courage.

Naturally.

(PA) American Airlines plane...

You want another one, pal?

- What?
- Do you want another?

Yeah, sure.

(TV) Good evening. Welcome to the show.

l'm Barry McDonald, with Barry Melrose
and Chris Chelios. Let's get right to it.

This lce Breakers show, is it legitimate
entertainment or a black eye for hockey?

lt's a bunch of crap. Hockey's worked
too damn hard over the last 20 years

to become legitimate. Now this billionaire
jackass has his lce Capades show?

This league, if we call it that,
does nothing but amplify the stereotype

that hockey players
are clowns and buffoons.

lt's no surprise that Sean Linden is the
captain of this team. The Super Chiefs?

The guy's been thrown out for gambling
on the sport. He's a cancer to the sport.

He was never found guilty
of those gambling charges.

l never bought those charges. Whatever
this guy is, he is a man of integrity.

We can all agree that he was on his way
to the Hall of Fame without that one shot.

Hey, isn't that you?

(PA) Ladies and gentlemen,
Better America and Claremont Media

take great pleasure in presenting to you
the Omaha lce Breakers!

(classical music playing in background)

What do you think?

I haven't seen this many wings
since we sponsored Thanksgiving.

Wait. There's something wrong
with the American flag.

- What?
- Look, it doesn't have any wings on it.

What am I gonna do with you?
Here's to the Ice Breakers.

- To the Ice Breakers.
- We're in money heaven, gentlemen.

(crowd cheers)

- Listen to that crowd.
- It's fantastic. They're eatin' it up.

I knew I had a winner
when I was puttin' this together.

Those are a good bunch of kids.

Now that's what I call a hell of a period!

- I'd say so. Ker-ching.
- Oh, yeah, baby.

Hey, Palmberg, you check out
the blondie and the reds, man?

Hey, guys, it's over this way!
Hey, guys, over here!

What the hell, Linden?
I thought you were in Minnesota.

- Who are those chicks?
- Came with the lottery. This is Brandy.

Shut up! Shut up, you losers!
Coach has got something to say.

Go ahead, Coach.

I lied to you guys.

- What are you talkin' about?
- I bullshitted you.

Big time.

I was never going to get
my shoulder looked at.

I was supposed to be
on a plane going home.

Claremont paid me off to convince
you guys how good you got it.

- Wait a second. I'm confused.
- Yeah, me too.

Guys,

when I was a kid,

- I wanted to be Bobby Orr.
- Yeah, Bobby Orr!

- So I practised hard every day.
- Yeah. He practised hard.

- Guys.
- Sorry, Coach.

And then I played even harder,

till I made it... all the way to the pros.

Then one night
I got my chance to be like Bobby Orr.

And you know what I found out?

I ain't Bobby Orr.

Claremont has tried to take away from us
the most important thing:

who we are.

Hockey players.

You can't put a price on that. So I came
back here to tell you that tonight...

you guys ought to be who you are:

the Chiefs.

But you know something?

You could play some real hockey...

right now

against these pricks.

It's out there waiting for ya.

What do you wanna do, boys?

Real fuckin' hockey.

- Old-time hockey?
- Yep.

What do you think, Coach?
We got a shot to beat these guys?

As my ballet teacher used to say,

''It ain't over
till the swan takes it in the ass.''

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

We're ready to start the second period.
Welcome back to the Super Chiefs...

No, the... Chiefs.

The Chiefs.
There's a surprise here every minute.

Sure would be nice
if somebody filled me in.

Whose idea was this? Those are not the
second-act costumes but the old ones.

Blue and yellow?
They look like a beer can!

What the hell?

Sean Linden.

Son of a bitch.

- Why aren't they wearing our uniforms?
- Where are the wings?

- Am I witnessing a mutiny?
- No idea, Mr Claremont.

Go and find out,
and report back to me immediately.

All right! It's gonna be
our size against their speed.

Don't even let them get started.
If this is our last game, make me proud.

Linden?

- Call it.
- Thanks, Coach.

All right, boys.

You foiled up?

- Take us to the Promised Land.
- Yeah!

Do it.

What's this? I thought you'd left.

I'm back,
so you might wanna sit this one out.

Fuck off, Linden.

Getting ready for the face-off.
Skipper Tesh in the circle against

uh, Hanson.

Jesus!

No, no, no, no.

My God, they're hitting each other.
This is disgusting!

Is this some kind of joke?
Our name is all over this ugly show.

So is mine.

- This is not what we rehearsed!
- We're talking hammered.

They're playing it for real, boys.

They want a real game,
we're gonna give 'em a real game! Right?

Right! Bring it on, boys! Bring it on!

No, you pansy!

Ethan tries to pass the puck to Jordan.

Shoots! Good save.

Coming around the net, Palmberg.
Passes up to Wolfhard.

Fires to Linden on the right. Linden spins.

Miller!

Miller lines up. He shoots. He scores!

It's Ice Breakers 1 1 ,
Super Chiefs - Chiefs, whatever - 3.

Excuse me.

It's a new game.
The score's 1-0, Chiefs.

- I'm sorry. Mr Claremont won't allow it.
- 1-0.

- Change the fuckin' score!
- All right.

Chiefs 1, lce Breakers 0.

Looks like we got ourselves
a whole new game, folks.

Get ready to be fucked, old man.

First you gotta get the puck, Skippy.

Skipper, get up!

Jesus Christ, Claremont!

You promised us a fucking family show.
This is Apocalypse Now on ice.

Blaine brings it up the ice.

He leaves a path for Skipper,
who picks it up.

Gasmer's square. He falls.

Oh! Skipper scores!

You guys are bums.
You can't skate with us.

Still a whole lot of hockey
to be played, son.

Palmberg ridin' high.
He's just scored. He's lovin' it.

Looks like Palmberg just scored again
in the corner.

Those girls gave Palmberg
a high stick. They gave me one.

You'll be hearing from our lawyers
tomorrow. We're out.

Change!

Come on, move it!

Get him!

Go! Go!

Gasmer? Gasmer?

The score's two to two.
Know what happens if they score again?

What?

Three to two.

Don't let them score.

Je comprends. Two to two. Two to two.

(referee's whistle)

Time-out! Time-out!

Bring it in!

- You all right?
- Blew the shoulder out.

- Can you skate?
- Yeah, I can skate.

Guys, 29 seconds left.

Win the draw, crash the net, score
a fuckin' goal. I wanna beat these guys.

Linden, your line's up.
Wolfhard, Cariboo, on D.

Let's get out there. Come on!

Let's go!

How's your shoulder, loser?

Puck is out. Linden loses the draw.
lt goes to Ash.

Passes to Rob,
who passes to Trent along the left wing.

lnto the Chiefs' zone. lt's a race to the net.

1 5 seconds to go. 14.

Cariboo and Wolfhard
squeeze him into slot.

Saved by Gasmer!

Son of a bitch!

Gasmer drops the puck to Cariboo,
who clears to the left. Miller picks it up.

Oh, nice move by Cariboo.
He just won a play. Great team play.

Miller still has possession.

Only seconds to go in this game.
He's hanging on...

- Miller!
- Linden is clear on the left.

- Miller hanging on to the puck.
- Pass the puck!

Pass the fuckin' puck! He's open!

Pass the puck, Miller,
you selfish son of a bitch!

And Linden scores
just as the clock runs out!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a brand new ending.

The Chiefs win!

- Think you could have waited longer?
- I had to make it look pretty.

- How's that shoulder?
- I think it'll be OK.

- It'll be OK?
- Are you crazy?

Yeah. For you.

Linden, I'm gonna sue you
for everything you have.

- How does it feel to be a genius?
- Brilliant move, a second-half thriller.

The fans say it's one of the greatest
hockey games they've ever seen.

I don't know if I'd call it genius.

Actually, he's not.

You gave me power of attorney to figure
these things out, to do whatever it takes.

So I took your advice. I sold the Chiefs.

I'll buy 'em back. Who'd you sell 'em to?

Them.

- Hey, thanks for the team!
- Yeah. Thanks a lot, Dick!

The Hansons? Those morons?

Yeah. They won Lottery America.

Claremont.

Get the fuck outta here.

You stupid son of a bitch.

- Doesn't that feel good, Coop?
- Not right now.

- What are we gonna do now?
- I don't know. They're your new owners.

We're gonna play old-time hockey,
like Eddie Shore.

- Dick Clapper!
- And Toe Blake!

- And Gordie Howe.
- (all) Gordie, Gordie!