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[audience cheering]

[whistle blowing]

[instrumental version of "Ramblin' Gamblin' Man"]

(male announcer) 'This is a near-capacity crowd'

at Fishtown Gardens tonight.

'Dock Rats taking on the Manayunk Chieftains at home.'

'Vicious rivalry.'

'Lots of blood on the ice tonight, two periods'

of nonstop mayhem.

'Deep in the third period Chieftains 4-2.'

'Dock Rats feeling the pain.'

Alright, Flanagan, get in there.

- Try not to get hurt. - Okay, coach.

(male announcer) 'Shorthanded Dock Rats'

'subbing in Little Tommy Flanagan at the point.'

'Stickhandling up to the hash marks.'

Oh! He just nailed him!

Stay down, you little pygmy! Next time, it's your head!

(male announcer) 'Masters all over Flanagan!'

'Yet another penalty on the Chieftains.'

'Cross-checking two more minutes in the sin bin'

'for Cullen Masters.'

[whistle blowing]

'Flanagan with a breakaway on the power play'

'all alone at the point!'

'Chance the Dock Rats have been fighting for all night.'

'Is this Flanagan's moment?'

'He shoots!'

'No! That's a scoring opportunity denied.'

Flanagan! Get your bony ass over here!

[whistle blowing]

Wide open goal, uh, rookie mistake

What the hell were you thinking slap shot that close in?

Get your head in the game!

I'm sorry, coach. It won't happen again.

[crowd cheering]

[instrumental music]

(male announcer on TV) President Carter greeting the US Miracle Hockey Team

'at the White House today following their'

'incredible upset victory leading to a gold medal'

'over the heavily favored Russians.'

[music continues]

Cullen Masters.

- You ever heard of the guy? - Who'd he play for?

Manayunk Chieftains.

Atlantic Seaboard Hockey Conference.

Bush-league, folded in '81. What's his story?

Well, charged for a murder in 1980.

A hockey player named Tommy Flanagan

played for the Fishtown Dock Rats.

Killed on the ice.

"Opposing defenseman, booted out of the game

threatens to kill the kid in front of witnesses."

(Rush) 'Yeah, Tommy's blood on his jersey, no alibi.'

Arrested him, but the DA dropped charges.

So what, is he here to confess?

Skated on this murder once already.

You sure you wanna try your luck again?

[sighs] The night the U.S. hockey team

beats the Russians in the Olympics..

Miracle on Ice, my life goes to hell.

February 22, the night Tommy was killed?

Punk on a rival team kept getting in my face.

He was five, five, a buck-fifty.

You outweighed him by what, 70 pounds?

The kid didn't know when to quit.

You know, you don't not make

much of a case for your innocence here.

Tommy got me kicked out of the game that day.

I made a few threats.

You said you were gonna cave his head in.

Pretty specific.

[sighs] That night the U.S. won

hockey players were like Gods.

Women were going nuts.

- Even a goon like me. - Saying you got lucky?

College girl from Spokane.

Brenda something.

Spent the night in the back of her Pinto.

Next morning, she splits.

Tommy turns up dead.

And you're on the hook for murder.

Never went to trial, but it didn't matter.

Everybody was sure it was me

wouldn't let me live it down.

Look, I messed a lot of things up.

This is the only thing I ever did right.

My boy, Jason. He's 11 now.

He wants to play hockey. I sign him up.

Junior league asked me to leave.

Won't let him play 'cause of what they say I did.

It broke his heart.

Well, there's always soccer.

Sad kid ain't reason enough to reopen a murder case.

I kept searching for the girl from that night.

Internet, even hired a PI.

This "Backseat Brenda"?

Lives in Maine. Married, got kids.

Not too happy about the phone call

but she'll vouch for me for that night.

- Hmm, Brenda Patterson. - Look at the file.

Pull the record, wasn't my stick killed him.

Whoever took Tommy Flanagan's life is still out there.

You find him, maybe my son

gets to believe in his dad again.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Checked on Masters' story with Brenda from Bangor.

Confirmed his alibi.

Still trying to shake the image of that man

in the backseat of a Pinto

So is she.

Country was taking it on the chin in '80

hostages in Iran, Soviets in Afghanistan

double-digit inflation.

Uh-huh

and then there was Miracle on Ice.

David takes on Goliath, and we come out with a win.

We sent amateur kids, they sent pros.

Country got some of its pride back.

Yeah, minor leagues like the one Tommy was in

came and went in the '70s and '80s.

Rough trade. Aggressive hockey, lots of fights.

(Miller) 'This kid a little small for that bunch?'

Little guys scrap until they're hamburger.

Dougie Gilmour, Theo Fleury in the punch-out in Piestany.

Nigel Dawes.

- Ranger? - Screw that guy.

What'd the DA's office have to say

about dropping the case in '80?

Evidence against Masters was circumstantial, hearsay.

Thirty-six hours in interrogation

guy wouldn't crack.

Needed a confession on a case like this

and they weren't getting it.

This murder happened late. After the Olympic game.

What's this kid doing at the rink that hour?

Somebody had to have access, let him in.

Coach, janitors, Zamboni guy.

Let's talk to them again, see if their stories

still hold up, find out who else could've had a key.

Took his first hit in front of the players' bench

shattered the stick.

Couldn't get a clean print off the murder weapon.

Sverre.. Brand's Norwegian.

Nice gear.

That's a customized hand-carved piece of wood.

Masters said it wasn't his stick.

Cops never figured out whose it was.

I'll run it through CSU.

See if we can get DNA.

Well, Tommy's older brother, Sean

was pretty hot at Masters after he got off.

- Hassled him for months. - Let's talk to him first.

See what he knows about this lumber.

Rangers.

So, um...you find out about this weekend?

Yeah, Veronica's got a thing at school.

How about Tuesday?

CLE review.

I think I'm supposed to teach it.

I'll try to cancel.

No.

I can try to get a sitter.

Maybe...Thursday?

My favorite day.

Pick me up at 8:00.

Trying to tell me that meat head son of a bitch

wasn't the one who killed him?

Just asking if you know anybody else had it in for Tommy?

Me and my brother weren't real close.

We ran in different circles, you know?

This is the stick that killed your brother.

Recognize it?

No.

Asked me that back in '80. It's, uh, high-end stuff.

It's got a really nice curve at the toe.

- Sound like you know the game. - Played center in high school.

Got blindsided on a motorcycle

and...messed my leg up and that was that.

'Ma was sick. Tommy was kind of a lay-about.'

So someone had to pick up the slack.

So how'd Tommy get into playing?

Economy's in the crapper and no jobs.

Local leagues spring up

started tossing pennies to anyone who'd take a hit.

Fight club on skates.

Tommy wasn't really cut out for it.

I tried to warn him, but..

[Bob Seger singing "Her Strut"]

[blender whirring]

Try this.

Good, right?

Chicks love the sugar.

They can't taste the alcohol, till..

..."Bam" it just hits 'em.

I don't know. I mean, what do I say?

Don't gotta say nothing, that's the beauty of it.

Listen, all else fails, pick up a case of Schenkers.

Get enough of that Schuylkill swill in 'em, they can't say no.

- You are sick, you know that? - Ow!

Will you two Mary's keep your voices down?

You're gonna wake up ma.

Tell him, LT.

Dock Rats are holding open tryouts Tuesday.

Little Tommy's gonna get on the ice.

Now, get serious, Tommy.

What're you gonna hit them with, huh?

Elfin magic?

[chuckles]

That's better than just giving up like you did.

(Sean) 'Are you trying to be funny?'

[coughing]

Look at you..

...a love tap like that puts you on your ass

but you're gonna go play league hockey with these animals?

'Dock Rats is no place for you.'

It's just a goon squad looking for cannon fodder

to draw penalties.

You're too little, bro.

- So hit me again, Sean. - Tommy..

You know I can take anything you dish out.

'Cause I'm still a Flanagan.

♪ They love to watch her strut ♪♪

I don't know what got into him, but he took it real serious.

Any idea what he was doing on the ice that night?

I don't know, practicing, maybe.

How'd he get into the rink that late?

Tommy's idiot friend, Dwight.

Two of them were a regular Frick and Frack.

Dwight had a key made

so he could play Asteroids in the lobby all night.

He try out for the Dock Rats, too?

Dwight? Please.

Ma on her deathbed ran a quicker 40.

Closest he ever got was dealing pot to the team.

[instrumental music]

Hey, buddy!

You want to pay for that thing now that you got

the pages all sticky?

Magazine racket ain't what it used to be, huh?

The frickin' internet.

Everybody thinks they can get their jollies for free.

Well, what can I do for you, blue eyes?

Tommy Flanagan. Remember him?

Sure, Tommy was my boy.

Buds since the third grade.

Lost my best friend the night that Masters tool took him out.

- And where were you? - Driving a snowplow.

There was a big storm that night.

I was clearing parking lots till dawn.

Anybody else come to mind have a beef with Tommy?

You saying Masters didn't do it?

Saying we're looking into it.

Answer the question.

Could've been any one of those guys on the team.

My stupid idea, him trying out for those bunch of thugs.

And you'd know, dealing weed and pills to them.

Whoa, wait. You know, so I did a little business.

I mean, come on, the economy sucked.

You had your own key to the place.

- Come and go as you pleased. - So did half the team.

Let me tell you something.

Those characters were marginal to begin with.

And everybody likes an underdog

until he starts making them look bad.

[Bob Seger singing "Rock And Roll Never Forgets"]

(Dwight) 'Let's go, Tommy!'

That's my boy out there, in the blue. See him?

Little Tommy.

The shrimpy guy?

[laughing] I thought he was a mascot.

[indistinct shouting]

Check out Charlie Hustle.

Scrub with the shiny, new skates.

Nice gear, little man!

[music continues]

That necklace is beautiful.

What is that, lapis?

Matches your eyes.

Say, you two ever do any modeling?

♪ You better get yourself a partner ♪

♪ Go down to the concert or the local bar ♪

Whoops, there they go!

♪ Check the local newspaper ♪

Hit him, Tommy!

[whistle blows]

[indistinct shouting]

♪ Yeah, the rafters will be ringing ♪

'Hey, that's enough!'

That's enough! Come on!

That's enough!

That's enough! Hey! Hey!

You got my attention.

Krause, hit the showers.

Hit the showers!

♪ If you need a fix ♪

Get done, see me in my office.

♪ Come back baby ♪

♪ Rock and roll never forgets ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪♪

They all said Little T pushed too hard.

He never knew when to dial it back.

The ass-clown who picked the fight, he get cut?

Krause.

[scoffs] He was too old to be taking the kind of hits

that league dished out.

Always shying away at the boards.

Coach put him out to pasture.

Yeah, and he gave Tommy his spot on the line.

Krause, you know, he..

...he asked the coach for, like, an assistant job

but he had to settle for equipment manager.

So his job to order the sticks for the team?

Messed with Tommy's gear, too.

Dropped his helmet in the John one time.

The cops talked to you back in '80

never thought to mention this?

They never asked.

And with a scumbag like Masters on the hook..

...who's gonna listen?

[indistinct shouting]

Ladies are bringing it!

Yeah, we got a shot at Division II championship.

Work 'em harder, see if they want it bad enough.

(Miller) 'Work harder?'

Sounds like something Tommy Flanagan might have said.

Kid ever give you trouble, Krause?

Tommy? Nah.

We heard he took your spot after you went to seed.

Little guy had no business out there, but he played hard

he sucked it up, left it all on the ice.

- Sounds like you respected him. - I did.

That's why you dropped a deuce in his helmet back in '80?

We all hazed Tommy. It wasn't personal.

Recognize this stick?

Yeah. Sverre.

Too rich for that bunch of gorillas.

We used Koho 310's.

- Ever see Tommy with it? - Not as I recall.

Look...Tommy wasn't the one we hated.

Team had a common enemy, it was Coach Heaton.

[Bob Seger singing "Roll Me Away"]

[whistle blowing]

Again!

♪ Took a look down a westbound road ♪

♪ Right away I made my choice ♪

♪ Headed out to my big two-wheeler ♪

♪ I was tired of my own voice ♪

Come on! Again!

♪ Took a bead on the Northern plains ♪

♪ And just rolled that power on ♪

Pathetic!

You think that weak-ass try will hold up against Pittsburgh?

Bunch of murderers..

Gonna chew you up and spit you out.

Flanagan the only one with legs that can finish that drill?

He's half your size

but he's got more heart than any three of you pansies.

'I'm not gonna come out here and waste my time'

'if you're not gonna bring your A game to the ice!'

♪ I knew what she was thinking ♪

'Do you hear me!'

♪ Roll roll me away ♪

Flanagan!

What the hell are you staring at?

Uh...nothing, coach.

'Sorry.'

All heart, no skill.

All legs, no ability.

You know what that is?

That's a one-way ticket to craptown, son.

You just earned the team another round.

On your feet! Again!

[whistle blowing]

♪ Roll roll me away ♪

♪ I'm gonna roll me away tonight ♪♪

Heaton was a sadist.

Played guys hurt, burned them out

no mercy, like he got off on it.

What about this girl in the stands?

Guys called her Jailbait Molly, coach's daughter.

Strictly off limits.

You ever see Tommy and this Jailbait Molly together?

Yeah, once or twice, chatting it up.

Looked kind of cozy to me.

(Krause) 'Let's go, Julie! Come on! That's it!'

- Hey. - Hey.

So, um, I got the sitter for Veronica on Thursday, we're set.

Uh, I-I thought you said Tuesday.

Thursday.

Your favorite day?

[sighs] Curtis..

Let me call my sitter, maybe switch.

No, it's okay.

I'm busy, you're busy.

It's like pulling teeth getting a few minutes alone.

Yeah. Hello?

Oh. Hang on. No, not you.

No, no, this is a great time.

Sorry.

CSU got nothing off the stick.

No DNA other than Flanagan's blood.

Sverre went out of business in the '90s

composite sticks started taking over.

Hundred-dollar sticks were big bucks in 1980.

I'm gonna round up local hockey teams

see who was rocking custom lumber.

Well, Heaton's coaching the Jacksonville Manatees

an away game in Trenton.

Big-time hockey there.

Said he was meeting with the team owner

the night of Tommy's murder. Checking it out.

Well, Rush's got his daughter Molly

in the boss's office, gonna see what she and Tommy had going on.

The 229 background you filled out

that's a lot of schools, Molly.

Move around a lot as a kid?

Hockey brat.

Dad was always on the road, from team to team.

Stayed in Philly to graduate, never left.

All my friends were here.

All your friends, like Tommy Flanagan?

What do you mean?

Well, you two, you know...close?

[laughing]

I didn't date hockey players.

Well, teammates said, you two were making eyes at the rink.

Your father have a problem with that?

It was fine for him to be out on the road

Three hundred days a year with those idiots

but God forbid one of them holds the door open for me.

- His way of looking out? - I don't know.

Never was easy to read the guy, gave up trying.

Think he was hard on his players?

Try being his daughter.

Any reason he'd be especially hard on Tommy?

Look, he was cute

but dad didn't have anything to worry about.

Tommy was focused on the game.

Besides, he had enough problems without me adding to them.

[Bob Seger singing "Night Moves"]

♪ I was a little too tall could've used a few pounds ♪

♪ Tight pants points ♪

♪ Hardly renown ♪

Hey, Molly!

♪ She was a black-haired beauty

♪ with big dark eyes ♪

Slap shot's coming along.

Yeah, I'm not sure your dad would say the same thing.

You're still here, aren't you?

Yeah, what's left of me.

I don't really know what I'm doing out here.

Logging all these hours.

I don't know if I'll ever be any good.

Yeah, you should probably quit.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

Yeah. Maybe.

[sighs]

Are you going to that New Year's Eve party

uh, over on Cumberland?

Thinking about it. Why?

Oh, no, I was just, just...wondering

maybe...maybe..

- Yeah, maybe...what? - 'I don't know.'

Maybe I'd see you over there or something?

Hey!

What the hell did I tell you?

I told you not to touch it, didn't I?

- Just checking the flex-- - Didn't I?

Now you're out here driving slap shots with it?

Sean, I'm not..

Oh, you think I'm washed up, is that it? You think I'm done?

- No, Sean, I don't-- - The stick's mine!

I catch you with it again, I'll take it upside your head.

♪ I remember ♪♪

You could smell the whiskey

coming off the guy ten feet away.

So Sean was still playing hockey back then?

- You get a look at the stick? - Not really.

But he definitely had that washed-up jock thing going on.

I've seen my share.

- You Valens? - Yeah.

Pierson, Central.

Got six messages asking about a robbery pattern.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Listen, uh..

Dayley's market, what do you got?

Couple of similars around the neighborhood, same MO.

Knockdown purse snatchings, older female victims.

- Any injuries? - Bumps and bruises.

Well, what about leads?

'Uh, description, eyeballs, anything?'

Usual mess, he's black, he's white

he's tall, he's a half-pint.

'What's with you on this thing?'

Nothing. A case we got.

Just keep me posted, will you?

Still gives you goose bumps, huh?

Even my Russian grand-pop went bonkers.

People forget.

We still had to beat the Finns just to get a medal.

What's this I hear about you going back out on the ice again?

Uh..

...little pickup league.

Me and some guys reliving our glory days.

You want to come?

You ain't seen hockey till you seen it live.

I'll have the EMT's waiting.

So Sean wasn't just good

he was Sean "The Shamrock" Flanagan.

Real stud on ice in Canada.

Champion center in the AAA leagues.

Shot at the Miracle team in '80.

"Stick and Blade magazine, March '79."

Take a look at the stick.

You see that?

There it is.

Shamrock.

Luck of the Irish just ran out.

Impressive stuff, Shamrock.

Most athletes, can't shut 'em up about their glory days.

But you, a champion, not so much as a peep.

Why so bashful, Sean?

Ancient history.

Everything I had got taken away.

Accident on your bike in Calgary.

Blindsided, right?

Shattered my femur.

Same night you found out you were invited

to the Olympic tryouts.

Could've been the only Philly kid on the squad.

So close I could taste it.

Night of the accident

your blood alcohol level was 0.16.

Witnesses say you were playing chicken with a logging truck.

(Miller) 'Wasn't an accident benched you.'

Just pure stupidity.

Is that you..

...with the stick that killed your brother?

Same stick you said wasn't yours?

Aw, man.

I never wanted to see this damn thing again.

The night I crashed this stick survived

the impact that ended my career.

Not even a scratch on it.

Killed my brother. Thing is cursed.

Stick didn't ice your brother on its own, Sean.

Somebody swung it.

Not me.

Didn't want to admit it then, but...it was Tommy's time.

Idiot Dwight called for you again.

I'll catch up with him after the game.

- Are you coming today? - Ma's not doing good.

Needs me here.

Hey, Tommy.

Alberta.

Final 20 seconds of the game, I get a clean breakaway.

Mancuso's in the goal and..

Man, I don't even know how it happened, I just..

I moved my hands, you know, and this stick

put it in the twine.

Won the championship.

It's yours now.

Sean, you're gonna need that, you know

when you get back up to Calgary--

It ain't gonna happen.

It's over, Tommy.

Look, it's your time now, bro, okay?

Take it.

Stick didn't win that game, Sean.

It was all you.

I'll tell you what

you girls win today

I'll catch your next home game.

Maybe even bring ma.

Now go on, get out of here.

I wanted to watch the Olympics with him that night.

But he said he had plans.

You never mentioned these plans to the police?

Just figured he'd blown me off for the team.

Like maybe they accepted him.

I used to love that game, you know?

Give anything to get back on the ice with my brother

just one time.

[instrumental music]

Thanks, Michelle.

Scotty, you should eat something.

You look thin.

Listen, I've been looking into things up at Dayley's market.

Scotty, I told you already--

Ma, I know what happened to you.

The guy knocked you down, took your purse.

Did you get a look at him?

It was my fault.

Walking out, I knew something was off.

I feel like a fool.

- Had to cancel all my cards. - It's not your fault.

It just happens. You don't got time to react.

No. Your father..

...he'd have gone crazy if I told him.

Never let me out of his sight.

No, pops don't need to know.

But, ma, look, I need you to help me stop this guy

from hitting anybody else.

I have some mug shots I need you to look at.

Oh, it all happened too fast.

I didn't see him.

I want to help you..

...but I can't.

[instrumental music]

Your boys are roughing up Trenton tonight, huh?

Fourteen and six, hungry season.

This kind of distraction's hard on them.

Since when do you care about your players?

Drive them hard, burn them out, move on.

(Rush) 'Yeah, made a career of it'

starting with the Dock Rats in '80.

Don't run games that way anymore.

A different time, a different game.

So the night of the Miracle on Ice

remember where you were?

Meeting with the owner, ran long.

Future of the team was at stake.

See, that's strange because we checked with his secretary.

Said the team owner was on a plane

back to Boston early that night.

A snowstorm was blowing in, flew out to beat it.

Missed the Miracle.

Must have mixed up my times.

That's not the only thing about that meeting you got mixed up.

Like trying to get Tommy kicked off the team.

Now hold on.

No, owner said no way. That Tommy had spunk.

The kid was a draw. You were pissed.

The next day, Tommy's on ice

and you're lying about what you were doing.

I don't have to listen to this.

How come you don't talk

to your daughter anymore, coach?

Molly.

Hard as I was on my players, I was tougher on her.

Or after you iced her boyfriend

the two of youse had a falling out.

(Rush) 'Rules on Molly were clear'

but Tommy was violating the policy.

You couldn't get rid of him one way

time to run a different play.

One that ends with him dead.

You got it wrong.

Any player I wouldn't have minded seeing Molly with

it was Tommy.

Kid had more guts than any guy I ever coached.

[Bob Seger singing "Fire Down Below"]

(male announcer) 'We are scoreless and down to the last'

'two minutes of the third period.'

'Both teams fighting it out back and forth.'

Nothing in the twine.

'Oh, and yet another illegal hit from Cullen Masters.'

'I'll tell you, that's going to draw a penalty.'

You're throwing me out 'cause this little freak?

Get up, punk!

Catch you alone, I'm gonna kick your candy-ass!

(male announcer) 'Cullen Masters ejected from the game.'

And none too soon.

Tommy Flanagan will get the penalty shot.

One chance, Tommy. Can you do this?

Yeah, coach.

I got it.

[whistle blowing]

(male announcer) 'Flanagan shoots left into the crease.'

'He's got it!'

He got it and he scores!

'Little Tommy Flanagan scores!'

'One nothing at home, Dock Rats take it!'

[all cheering]

'Little Tommy Flanagan.'

'Unbelievable!'

'He is truly..'

'...a hometown hero!'

I put him on the spot, he delivered.

Tried to get him released from the Dock Rats

to offer him a better shot.

Better shot how?

Coach at Powell University lost his first line to injuries.

Tommy could have subbed.

Division II hockey. A shot at college.

Well, what about Tommy and Molly?

Anything going on with them, I didn't know about.

But-but I wouldn't have stood in the way.

[knock on door]

A little gap in Molly's school records.

What's wrong with this picture?

Her graduating class, 1980.

December, 1980.

Seven months later than everybody else.

Straight "A" student. How does that happen?

Three days after Tommy was killed

Coach shipped her off to St. Emily's in Lancaster.

That's where good unwed Catholic girls go to have babies

no one's supposed to know about.

So Tommy and Molly weren't just close.

She was pregnant.

And coach covered it up.

No wonder they don't talk anymore.

Let's bring Molly back in.

Work both of them till one of them cracks.

I gotta say, I kinda get what you saw in Tommy.

Not a bad looking kid.

I told you we weren't involved that way.

The Dock Rats said you two were getting pretty close.

That is up until Tommy got killed.

And you got carted off the Lancaster

in the middle of your senior year.

St. Emily's.

Why there, Molly?

Your daughter was pregnant.

You went out on a limb for Tommy Flanagan.

And this is how he pays you back?

The kid was a sniper.

He finds an opportunity, he puts it in the net.

Molly never told me who the father was.

But you knew, didn't you, coach?

He was ashamed of you.

He sent you away, forced you to give up the baby.

He was my father. He was protecting me.

No, he was trying to sweep it under the rug.

Erase it from history by killing Tommy--

You don't understand!

She wanted to give the baby up. It was her choice.

You're saying you were fine with her keeping it?

Then? No.

If I could take it all back, handle things differently

I'd do it in a second.

(Stillman) 'But that night, when Molly told you'

she was pregnant you went to the rink.

No! I swear to you

I did not kill that boy.

If I just told him the truth..

...maybe Tommy would still be alive.

Told him what, Molly?

About the baby.

What about the baby?

[crying] It wasn't Tommy's.

Whose was it?

[sobbing] Oh, God.

I'm so ashamed.

Yes! Yes!

'Yes! Did you see that!'

(male announcer on TV) 'It's a miracle!'

We won!

'We just won!'

Hey. Hey, come on. We won.

What's wrong?

Tommy, that party

New Year's Eve..

I thought you were gonna be there.

I waited.

He kept saying you were coming

that you were his boy.

Wait. Who said that?

I couldn't even taste the alcohol.

Didn't realize I was getting so...drunk.

He started kissing me.

Oh, God, I let him!

Molly, who?

Dwight. It was Dwight.

Tommy..

...I'm pregnant.

I tried to tell him about it but he won't even look at me.

[lamp breaking]

Tommy, please, I'm so sorry.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

I broke his heart.

Mine, too.

After you told him, he left

...and headed back to the rink?

Yeah. Said he-he needed a place to think.

[sniffles]

My dad came home, he'd seen I was crying.

I told him I was pregnant.

And let him believe it was Tommy's.

Had the baby that fall..

...little girl.

Never found out what happened to her.

But not a day goes by I don't think of them both.

Molly, what name did you put on the birth certificate

as the father?

None.

I left it blank.

How's that look?

Gotta fade the type a little more.

Spill some coffee on it. Try this one.

Hmm.

I'll run it through the copier again.

Snowplow owner confirmed

Dwight Barnes worked for him until March of 1980.

"Fired for cause.

Subcontracting plow jobs to his 14-year-old brother?"

For months.

Boss got wind when the kid fell asleep

at the wheel and plowed into a Dunkin' Donuts.

So Dwight wasn't working the night Tommy was killed.

Remember a girl named Molly Heaton?

- Coach's daughter, right? - Mm-hmm.

Major babe. You ever hook up with that?

I could've. It's hard to say.

'How's that work?'

You ply her with the Schuylkill Swill and Quaaludes

till she don't know what hit her?

Please, I had it going on au naturel.

I didn't need no chemical help.

Well, you must've peaked in the '80s, Dwight

'cause I just don't see it.

Now, Tommy, that's different athlete, star on the ice.

Little Tommy? Come on.

Snakin' your best friend's girl while he's not looking?

What kind of loser move is that?

I never tapped that girl, alright?

She shouldn't flatter herself.

Hmm.

Well, congratulations, Dwight, you're a father.

Whoa. Whoa, wait a minute.

You never hooked up with Molly?

How's your name on the birth certificate?

What is it, immaculate conception?

The bitch is lying!

That's not my kid.

Not my kid, not my problem.

You banged Tommy's girl to bring him down a peg.

Tommy was ducking your phone calls.

Getting respect on the ice.

He had a shot to go to college, a better life.

He was leavin' you in the dust.

You had to put him in his place.

That's crap! You don't know jack.

We know it was your brother driving the snowplow that night.

Your alibi just bit the dust.

And we know Tommy was pissed at you for jumping on Molly.

And we got the DNA off the stick that killed Tommy.

Gonna match yours?

Well, you're gonna need a sample from me, aren't you?

No way. It ain't gonna happen.

You sure about that, Dwight?

Oh, yeah, I'm sure, because I know my rights

and you've gotta have my consent.

[grunting]

Come here!

You just gave it.

Hey, you get out in front of this

we'll talk to the DA, tell him you cooperated..

...and see what we can do.

Damn.

This whole Molly thing, he couldn't let it go.

'He hardly even knew the girl.'

You and Tommy were pals long before that, right?

That's what I'm saying.

I just went there to talk.

He acted like he was better than me.

Figured I'd find you here.

Some win, huh?

Chicks are going ape out there.

Maybe even get you laid.

Miracles happen, right?

What the hell is wrong with you?

'Molly..'

And I know what you did, Dwight.

Tommy, listen..

You knew I liked her, man.

Come on, LT!

I told you chicks respect guys

who step up, pull the trigger.

She's pregnant, Dwight.

Come on.

That kid could be anybody's.

Sporty little slut like that.

What the hell, Tommy!

What are you, like some big shot now?

Wouldn't be out here if it wasn't for me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Man, just get out of here. - Oh..

'Get out of here.'

Oh, play a few hockey games

now all of a sudden you're too good to call me back?

Blowing me off?

Loses the girl. Well, boo-hoo!

Now Little Tommy's gonna judge me?

- Little Tommy? - Tell me how to live my life?

Little Tommy? I ain't Little Tommy no more!

You don't get to call me that!

Everybody always calls you a tool

and I'm the only one that sticks by you!

The only one!

Let you push me around, I play your wingman, for this!

They're right about you.

You're nothing but a loser.

Take it back, LT.

That kid is better off

not knowing the truth about you, anyway.

[grunting]

Take it back, Tommy!

Take it back!

You're a loser, Dwight.

You always will be.

Huh!

[Dwight gasping]

[Bob Seger singing "Against The Wind"]

♪ Seems like yesterday ♪

♪ But it was long ago ♪

♪ Janey was lovely ♪

♪ She was the queen of my nights ♪

♪ There in the darkness with the radio playing low ♪

♪ And the secrets that we shared ♪

♪ Mountains that we moved ♪

♪ Caught like a wildfire out of control ♪

♪ 'Till there was nothing left to burn ♪

♪ And nothing left to prove ♪

♪ And I remember what she said to me ♪

♪ How she swore that it never would end ♪

♪ I remember how she held me oh so tight ♪

♪ Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then ♪

♪ Against the wind ♪

♪ We were running against the wind ♪

♪ We were young and strong ♪

♪ We were running against the wind ♪

♪ And the years rolled slowly past ♪

♪ And I found myself alone ♪

♪ Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends ♪

♪ I found myself further and further from my home ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ I guess I lost my way ♪

♪ There were oh so many roads ♪

♪ I was living to run and running to live ♪

♪ Never worried about paying or even how much I owed ♪

♪ Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time ♪

♪ Breaking all of the rules that would bend ♪

♪ I began to find myself searching ♪

♪ Searching for shelter again ♪

(female narrator) Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.

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