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This is pretty much every game.

Does he ever win?

Yeah, he always wins.

This is
my dad's strategy --

he's a punching bag who punches back.

Which makes the other guy focus on his hits

and forget about his balance.

Yeah, like Terry O'Reilly.

He actually used to be pretty good.

In the juniors, they said
he skated like guy LaFleur.

Then they saw his right hook.

That's it. All done.
Come on, guys.

Well, the crowd loves him.

You should see him
after the game.

He comes home
all kinds of messed up.

He gets confused. He says
things that don't make sense.

Like what things?

Like the other night,
after the game,

he looked around the car,

and he asked me
where my mom was.

Where was she?

Uh, it was a car accident.

Three years ago.

I've looked online,
and all the medical sites

say the same thing
about my dad's symptom.

It's called
concussion syndrome.

It can lead to brain damage
and even death.

What about his own doctors?
He's got to be cleared to play.

That's kind of the problem.

He has to get evaluated
by the doctors all season.

He's got stacks
of these papers.

"We have conducted
a complete medical..."

Okay, so, it doesn't say anything
about any serious head trauma.

Just basic cuts,
bruises, things like that.

Who is this Dr. Matsuda --
team doctor?

Yes.

I know it says he had MRIs

and the doctor
said he was fine,

but I see my dad off the rink.

And he is not fine,
Mr. Ford.

There's two games
left in the season.

I mean, somebody who would --
It's not gonna work.

I've tried that
a hundred times.

He won't do it.

My dad thinks
he's indestructible.

He needs help.

You help people
who are being hurt, right?

I need you to save my dad
from himself.

But I want to see it!

I'm serious, Parker. No.
It's not a toy, okay?

This is a rare
earth electromagnet.

It's very strong,
very dangerous.

You ever wonder why
the nerds have nine fingers?

That's why.

Okay?
Right now, it's inert.

But you flip the switch...

Hm.

Okay, Hardison.

Okay. The Oregon otters.

They're a minor-league
hockey team

currently in their fifth game
of a seven-game playoff series.

Uh...

There goes our man Craig Marko.
That's Danny's pop.

He plays wing for the otters,

but, more importantly,
he's an enforcer.

Goon.

Like a bodyguard?

No.
Yeah.

Well, yeah.

I mean, the enforcers exist
to protect the elite players

like your Gretzkys,
your Crosbys, and everything.

They intimidate. They keep order.

Without the enforcers, what would you have?

I mean, you know,
they exist to do exactly that.

It's sort of like the fear
of having to fight one of them

is what keeps everything cool.

Oh! Schelling's theory
of rational deterrence.

The cold war?

That's actually,
terrifyingly, exactly right.

But it doesn't apply here.

Goons exist for nothing more

than a twisted,
ritualistic battle

that grinds
the actual hockey to a halt

so that two thugs
can just slug it out.

Well, if you didn't have the
enforcers, superstars wouldn't exist.

So, the opposing team
would just go after the sniper.

Come on, there's a job to do.

Uh, yeah.

Now, this is Pete Rising.
He's the team owner.

Did a small stint in the NHL.

He bounced around a couple
Russian leagues for a minute.

And then he inherits
a ton of money,

he buys the Oregon otters,

and he turns out
tripling the team's revenue.

And he did it by turning
the enforcer, or "goon" fights,

into a circus attraction.

You see,
he marketed the brawls.

He created, like, a culture
where going to an otter game

meant hockey was just
something that happened

in between the fights.

Look. See all these
dots right here?

Every one of these dots
is a Craig Marko throwdown.

What are the red ones?

The red ones are fights
that other players initiated.

And, as you see,
there aren't many of them,

but when they do happen,
they happen in clusters.

Fights in every period,
even on power plays?

How would you
even know what --

I thought this guy was like
a minor-league hammer.

You know, like -- like --
like Dave "The Hammer" Schultz?

- Who is she?
- What? Oh. A girl can't watch hockey?

Wh-what did you steal?

Something...
Hockey-related.

A certain...trophy.

No, you didn't.
No, not the Stanley cup.

- Uh-huh.
- No. I saw it last year in Boston.

No, that was a fake.
It wasn't a fake.

And not a very good one.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry.
My engraver was awful.

Okay, so, where's the real one?

I don't remember.

Did --
Nate, the...

So, Danny, Marko's kid,

thinks that the real medical files
are being hidden somewhere.

So we got to make sure
that we get those

and that Marko doesn't fight.

How are we gonna
keep that guy from fighting?

That's what we have Eliot for.

You know, to, uh...
For the...

Okay, my wa--
anyone seen my watch?

Hardison? My watch.
Huh? What?

I ain't seen nothing.
Why are you calling me out?

Like I said,

I'm on my way out,
and I don't have time.

So if you can, call my office
and schedule an appointment,

and then we can go ahead
and talk about this.

I know, but it really hurts
when I do this. Ow!

See? Right there.

We could just go to your office
for like a second.

Oh, want some gum?

Yeah.

No, I mean, I don't have time,
Mrs., uh...

Which player is your husband?

The big one...

Who can skate.

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Is this his actual MRI?

Yeah. And you don't
want to see his X-ray.

Looks like
a game of pick-up sticks.

This says,

"indications of swelling
on the brain, possible edema."

Mm-hmm.

Rising's not just
letting him play,

he's hiding this
to make him play.

Right.

The next blow to the head
that Craig Marko takes...

Could be his last.

Nice shot.

The ice is closed.

This is my private time to
clear my head. I'm the owner.

Pete Rising, right?

Jeff Hansen.

Agent.

Big fan of you and your otters.

I hate agents.

You and me both, brother.

Listen, the thing is,
I got this player, right?

He's just out of his contract,

and he needs a little exposure.

Can you help out?

I'm afraid I can't
help you there, brother.

You don't even
want to hear his stats?

You think I sign players
'cause of their stats?

People don't come here
to watch hockey.

They come here to see
bloodstains on the ice.

So why don't you clear it?

Tell you what --
how about 1,000 bucks a puck?

So, this isn't just
hypothetical?

Hey, if it makes you nervous...

You know, I used to play professionally.
Sure. Europe.

Cup of coffee in the NHL --
Yeah, you played for a minute.

Cup of coffee, huh?

Let's shoot pucks for money.

You know, money -- it's just...
It's overrated.

Let's make it more interesting.

Let's say, uh, 10 pucks, yeah?

If I win, you play my guy, you sign him.

And if you win, you can have my
boat, my house, my jet, my wife.

Line 'em up.

Ouch.

Hey, what's your guy's name?

Ladies and gentlemen,

straight from
his record-setting turn

in the northern caribou league...
What league?

Let's give
an Oregon otters welcome to...

Jacques Labert!

It's actually
pronounced "Jack."

Welcome back to game six
of this seven-game series

between the Oregon otters
and the Reno freeze.

Let's go, Marko.
You and me. Come on.

Looks like bowman is taunting Marko again.
Oh, yeah? Yeah? You want some, man?

These two danced in game three...
Round two, huh?

...with Marko
getting the best of him.

The rookie Labert is trying to get out of his way.
Aw, come on!

And bowman goes down before
Marko even gets his sleeves up.

Weird, huh?

Might have been
the best thing for bowman, Stu.

Looks like Marko's giving
a little on-ice advice

to the rookie Labert.

What are you doing?
Playing hockey.

Stay out of my way.
We're on the same team, Marko.

Yeah, don't forget it.

Marko's got a lot more to
his game than just his fists.

But that's not why
everyone is here.

Rogers and Downey
ready for the face-off.

And Veach is trying
to start something with Marko.

And, whoa, the new kid,
Jacques Labert,

lays a massive hit on Veach.

You trying to steal my bonus?

Did you get that, Nate?

Well, looks like
our Jacques Labert's

gonna be a fan favorite.

Maybe he'll be
next year's enforcer.

Sure.
But what about Marko?

Hockey's a rough sport.

You never know
what might happen.

Hey, Pete,
can I get your autograph?

Sophie, Hardison, I need you
to go into Rising's office,

check the financials, see what's
going on with Marko's bonus.

We're on our way now.

Now, his office
is behind that door.

The only other entrance

is through
the employees-only section.

Well, do you have a plan?

Sort of.

Parker, you ready?

How does she do that?

It's never too early
to get your season tickets

for next year's Oregon otters.

3-on-2 now as the otters
take the puck up ice.

Labert takes the puck forward.

And he's not
going to be denied.

He's saying,
"that crease is mine."

Come on, pretty boy.
Let's go, pretty boy.

He's not really
letting Marko do his job.

He's not?
No.

All right, Labert!

And look at that.
Labert drops Bernard.

Whoa! No wonder this kid dominated
the caribou league, eh, Marv?

I've never
heard of that league, Stu.

How pretty is that?

Labert is sending a message
that this is his house,

and the otter nation
is loving it.

I think they're chanting,
"Jack the bear."

Well, I ain't the thief
or the grifter.

That's the end
of the second period...

Okay.

...with the freeze clinging
to a one-goal advantage.

Hmm.

Go, Marko.

Okay.

Nate, yep.

Yep, it looks like Rising does
have a bonus deal for Marko.

He's set to get half a mil

at the end of the season
playing every game.

And the kicker is, he has
to fight in every one of them

or he gets nothing.

What are you talking about?
What?

Oh, the ref. He just --
I don't know what he's...

Nate, does this make any sense
to you?

It's the same dollar amount
after every entry.

"D.P.A.C.,
1-2-1-0-1-1.

S.A.S.S.,
1-2-1-4-1-1."

I got to get this.

It's too loud in here
to make a call.

Yes?

Programs!
Get your programs!

Hey, the numbers are dates.

Read them again as dates.

December 10th, December 14th.

December 17th,
December 21st, December 23rd.

Yeah! Otters!
Another shift change.

And all the otters lines
are working hard tonight.

I told you
to stay out of my way!

I'm not in your way.
I'm in theirs.

I know what it is.

See, each one of these dots

represents
a Craig Marko throwdown.

Okay, so,
the clusters of red dots

are when the opposition
started fights with Marko.

Rising's put a bounty out
on his own player.

He's paying other teams
to take Marko out

so he doesn't have
to pay the bonus.

So where is all his money?***

Those bounties
he put out on Marko

add up to less than 5 grand.

Are we talking about Rising's money,
Marko's bonus, or the bounties?

Well, all of it's all connected.
We just got to figure out how.

Follow the cash.
Yeah, that's right.

We have to figure out
where Rising's money went.

Well, maybe instead of trying
to track down the money,

we should
let the money find us.

- Are you thinking --
- The other hockey job I ran --

the one with
the you-know-what --

we ran
the Oligschlager shuffle.

It would work
just the same here.

That's the one
with the turtle, right?

The Russian one --
like my partner on it, Vlad.

We'd need him to pull it off.

Bring him in. Maybe he can
tell us where lord Stanley is.

You know what, Marko?

You got one more game left.
One more game.

Why don't you let me help you?

Watch your back,
make sure nobody --

My back doesn't need watching.

I got a job to do.

The fans count on me.

Everyone's counting on me.

You know, I know a little inside
scoop on Rising and his doctor.

You're not as healthy
as you think you are.

The doctor will sign it.

No one will know.

What the hell are you --

You don't have to do this, man.
You can walk away.

I got a job to do.

Look at you, man!
You can barely move!

You barely fought tonight!

- What are you like when you're
throwing hands all nigh-- - Dad!

There you are.

You haven't finished
getting dressed again, dad.

Make sure
he keeps those --

I got it, okay?

You see me tonight, Danny?

Good, huh?

Yeah.
I saw you play.

You were good, dad.
You're always good.

You can go now, okay?
We're fine.

Played a hell of a game tonight,
your dad.

You should be proud of him.

Were you messing with me?

When did I ever lie
about a grift?

All right, so,
tell -- tell me where it is.

Oh, there's Vlad.

Busiak?

Mm-hmm.

Vladimir Busiak
was your partner?

Yeah.

Oh, maybe I should have said
he played some hockey.

"Played some hockey"?
He's in the hall of fame!

You didn't steal the cup.

It's been in his living room
three different times.

Vlad.

Sophie.

Mwah.
Baby duck.

My rose.

Yeah. Wh--

Are you causing my Sophie
problems?

I will cause you problems.

That's, uh -- listen,
that's pretty reckless talk

from a guy with a medial tear
that hasn't quite healed

and a chronic rotator cuff,
Vlady.

Hey!
I love this guy!

My drog.

Hello, Vlady. Nate.

So, what do we do? What?

Yeah, there he is over there.
Hey, Jacques!

Yeah.
Yeah. That's how to do it.

But just making
the plays start.

Hustle! Hustle!

Hey, hey. Jack the bear,
looking good.

Vlad.

Jacques.

Is that who I think it is?

Holy crap.

Hit it harder!

And no one knows about it yet.

You know,
it's gonna be quite amazing.

So, when you're in front
of other people...

He did a small stint in the NHL.

He bounced around a couple
of Russian leagues for a minute.

Hey. Excuse me
for interrupting, but, uh...

Oh! Oh, hey.

This is Pete Rising,
owner of the otters here.

This is --

Oh, I know who this is.

Vladimir Busiak.

Seven-time all-star,
three Stanley cups.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Vacation.

We got to get going, Vlad.

The what?
The world hockey league?

No, I don't know
anything about it.

How would I know?

All over the web?

Well, maybe I don't have as
much time as you lawyer types

to surf the web all day,

so just send me
everything you can right now.

You know, I always felt if you hadn't
played during the Bobby Orr era,

Park would have won,
I don't know,

five, six Norris trophies easy.

That is true.
Ever hear of Kharlamov?

Oh, sure. Russian national team
during the '70s.

Best I ever saw.

Da. Better than
the great one.

Wow. Really?
Absolutely.

Oh, uh...
here we go.

Hey, Hansen!
Huh? Huh?

Hansen, don't walk away!
I know everything.

Ah, I'm kind of --
kind of busy. Kind of in a rush.

Oh, yeah? You got a world hockey
league meeting to get to?

I'm sorry, what?

Don't embarrass yourself
any more than you already have.

I played hockey in Russia
for two years.

Your accent is...

Is true.

Thanks, Vlad.

I want in.

Look, you don't know
a damn thing about it.

I know everything about it.

My lawyer just sent it
to me, okay?

You're scouting for
the only American franchise

right here in Oregon.

Projected revenues
in tens of millions of dollars.

No wonder
a superstar like Busiak

is hanging
with a scrub like you.

You're pretty scrubby.

Vlad, please.

Listen, Rising,
it's not up to me, okay?

Here's the thing.

You -- you would
have to meet Olyenkov.

Olyenkov?

Yeah. Nadia Olyenkov.
This is her show.

Okay, she's got $2 billion
of her own money in the WHL.

She's crazy, but she's rich.
She knows how to make a deal.

Okay, so introduce us.

No. No, it's
not gonna -- not gonna work.

No, there's only one way
she lets people in.

Well, tell me what it is,
and I'll do it.

You're gonna have to make
friends with the Zacato.

What is that,
some kind of code?

No.

Come on, Vlad.

Uh, Nadia,
this is Pete Rising.

You know,
we discussed the d--

Nyet.

Ah.

"Nyet." Okay.
Well, that's it.

You had your shot.
Let's go.

What? No!

I'm not -- Ms. Olyenkov,
Nadia -- whatever --

I don't want
to waste your time.

Just give me
30 seconds, please.

Go.

Okay, go, go.

All right, look.

I own a minor-league team
right here in town

that's good enough
for the majors,

but I've never bumped them.
You know why?

Politics, capital investment,

maybe you have small brain.

No.

It's because the NHL
was too small.

I didn't know it at the time,

but I was waiting
for something global.

Now, you need
an American hockey team

for the world hockey league,
okay?

You're obviously
not interested in the NHL

or you wouldn't be here.

Instead of spending five years

building a stadium
and creating a team,

why not take
what's already here?

You'll love the otters.

You think otters
hit my sweet spot?

What do you think?

No.
She's talking to the Zacato.

Yeah. There's only three in the world.
That's one of them.

Hm.

I think he likes you.

Well, I like...

it?

- Hunh!
- No.

No, no.
Don't want to do that.

He'll go right through
the glass, take your hand off.

Okay.

No.

Tomorrow,
you bring me $500,000.

Then you join.

You got it.

There we go. Fantastic.

Great practice, Jacques!

It's "Jack."

Marko, I ain't
playing with you, man.

I'm not gonna fight you, Craig!

You're not
gonna have a choice!

You know what your
l4 and your l5 is?!

It's your lower vertebrae
on your spine!

Yours is cracked all to hell.

One shot to it
and you don't walk again.

You think you know everything
about me, don't you?

I know you got edema
in your brain!

I know you got
an enlarged heart.

You want me to keep going?
Not really.

No.

I'm gonna tell you
what I know about you.

I know you don't have a kid.

'Cause you just tried
your dead-level best

to scare the hell out of me,

and you didn't mention
my son once.

So I don't care about all
the x-rays and MRIs you've seen

'cause you don't know
a damn thing about me!

I do it for my son.

That's why I suit up.

One more game.

After that, I don't...

I don't care
what happens to me.

But until you have a family,

I would never expect you
to understand.

Yeah, you're right.

I got no family.

Not like you mean.

But I had brothers.

I had a lot of 'em.

I didn't know all their names --
not all of 'em --

but I knew their faces

and I knew their rank.

And I did things
that I didn't want to do

because they counted on me --
Bad things for good reasons.

And you know what I learned?

Bad choices are bad choices.

Doesn't matter why
you made them.

And they tear you apart
from the inside out.

And you don't even notice.

He's putting bounties
out on you, Craig!

Rising's paying people
to take you out!

Good luck finding the guy
that can do that.

Did I fall asleep again?

Here.

Thanks.

How did the movie end?

Soylent green is people.

Whoa.
I know.

Just sit with it for awhile.

Yuck.

What's up?

There's something weird
in Rising's financials.

Uh, you should get changed.
It's time to go meet Nate.

Okay.

Are you having

a staring contest
with a turtle?

No, I just won
a staring contest with a turtle.

Is it weird that I find that
oddly attractive?

So, did you win?

Did I what?

Contest.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I did. Yes.

Vlad, would you mind
grabbing the door?

Our guest is here.

Pete. Come in.

How you doing?

Good. How are you?

Here's the thing.

You guys are for real.

You got the best marketing
firms, billions in backing...

And I know enough
about this business

to know that
in a deal like this,

sooner or later,
you guys will squeeze me out.

I also know enough to recognize
when I can't compete, so...

I'm out.

Out of WHL?

Out of hockey.

My team's bankrupt.
I'm filing on Monday.

So, if you want
to buy this franchise,

you have to be first in line.

Of course, the bank will want
you to pay off the $5 million.

What $5 million?

There's a lot of unpaid bills,

and I haven't taken a salary
myself for quite some time, so...

How much of that
is your deferred salary?

$4 million.

So, hey, good luck with it all.

Maybe I'll see you
on the ice again someday, huh?

What the hell just happened?

You did too good a job.

Thanks, Vlad.

Okay, not only did he not bring any money,

but someone --only
I won't mention any names --

went a little overboard
in the WHL marketing materials.

What? Like I'm supposed to do
a bad job?

Well, no,
but you did such a good job

that he decided
to declare bankruptcy

rather than compete.

And what about Marko's bonus?

Yeah, Marko's bonus.
Well, forget about that.

I mean, we pretty much ensured
that Marko's bonus

and the rest of the team's bonus,
salary, insurance -- gone.

Yesterday he accessed an account
that was held by a shell company

with a chain of title
so convoluted

I'm still unraveling it.***

He cleaned everything out.

Okay. He's skimming
from the team. Yeah.

He said that most years,
he loses money on the team,

but the team's actually
doing pretty solid business.

Yep. He's stealing
from the operation.

Yeah. And that's why
he's afraid of us.

Because if we invite him
into the franchise,

there's gonna be an audit
to end all audits.

Who's hungry?
Hey, anybody, doughnuts?

But wha-- How come he hasn't
spent any of the money?

He has no way to hide it
from the government.

Well, how does that change
after he declares bankruptcy?

It doesn't.

Rising is going
to launder money, yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, that's great.
Thanks. Thanks, there, Vlad.

The question is when?

Tonight.
Tonight?

You think you can
come up with a plan?

Already have. It's in
one of my contingencies.

Okay.
I want to hear this plan.

Hardison,
you're gonna be with Sophie.

We were never here in this apartment.
It didn't exist.

Vlad, thank you for the autographed
stick, puck, and gloves.

Any time.

Thank you.

One game left, boys.

We got to leave it all
on the ice tonight.

Hustle up!

The skate --
knee went right through it.

Keep it going!

Here you go.
Thanks.

Enjoy the game.

Okay, Parker,
how would you do it?

Cash flow starts there.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Every 20 minutes, a guard removes the
collected cash from the box office.

And the guard carries the cash
to Rising's office.

The cash is dropped into
a specially designed lockbox.

You can put things in,
but only a bank official

can open one up
to take things out.

It's like a mailbox
you can carry.

And that is where Rising

will add the extra cash
to the lockbox.

As long as no one
looks too closely,

they'll never know that it didn't
come from legitimate ticket sales.

It's classic money laundering.

Once the box office is closed,

the lockbox is carried from
Rising's office to a loading zone.

An armored car picks it up,
takes it to the bank.

But we don't want to hit it
in Rising's office --

too much attention.

And once the box
is on the armored car,

the bank's insurance kicks in,

and Rising's
protected against theft.

So, that just leaves one place.

Mm-hmm.

This guy --
your new partner.

Yes?

You like him?

Yes.

I like him, too.

My rose.

It's all or nothing tonight, folks.

Game seven here in otter town

between the Reno freeze
and your Oregon otters.

The otters have a new hero
in Jacques Labert,

the kid from Saskatoon,

who's proving he's got as much
punch as Craig Marko.

The puck's about to drop.

And here we go.

The puck is deflected
by Raymondjack,

and the freeze
take early control.

Marko looks like a shark
with blood in the water.

Somebody call a doctor.

There's Labert again using
Franco like he's a toboggan.

Labert is
a man possessed tonight,

and he's jawing at every freeze
player he makes contact with.

Let's face it off.

Come on, Duffy!

Downey and Marko
ready for the face-off.

Puck controlled by the otters.

No, it's stolen by Veach.

Labert
is all over the ice tonight.

He pins Siegel
against the boards

and is talking trash again.

Oh, doctor!

Wrong team!

I told you how this would go.
Remind me!

I just did.
Did you see that?

Hardison, I need you
on your way. Now.

Only 6 1/2 minutes left,
and the game is still tied.

Look at Jack the bear.

Even in the penalty box,

he is still jawing
at the freeze players.

She's all yours.
Thank you, sir.

Labert lays a devastating
cross-check on Schuckersand...

That's it, Labert.
I told you every time, didn't I?

Back to the box.
Told ya.

Boy, Marv,
with Labert in the box,

maybe we'll finally
see Marko do battle.

Here we go, Stu.

With Labert still watching
from the penalty box,

the freeze enjoy 30 more
seconds of power play.

Marko's got that look
in his eye, Stu.

He wants a game-seven scrum
with somebody.

Craig Marko has barely gotten into it
with anyone these last two games...

Come on.
So he's itching to brawl.

Fight!
Drop your gloves!

This is the most amazing thing
I've ever seen.

This game has come
to a complete stop.

Somebody fight me!

Let's go!
Drop your gloves!

Come on! Let's go!

Every doctor he's seen
has said the same thing.

You don't want to be the one
that kills a legend, do you?

I'm trying to make you see

that if you hit him
in the head one more time,

could be the last one.

He could die. Eh?

Somebody fight me!

Let's go!

Let's play some hockey.

Go!

Well, Stu, looks like
we're finally gonna see

Marko play
the kind of hockey he did

back in the juniors.

We have a problem.
We need a bank official on site.

Downey digging in the corner,

and the otters
control the puck.

If nobody scores
in the next minute,

we are going into overtime.

Sir, it's stuck.
We can't lift it.

See?

Can you open it?

What?

Final seconds here

as the otters drive it
into the crease.

Waddell flips it to Marko,
and he scores!

Holy cow! What a shot!

Otters win! Otters win!

That's the end of the season
and the end of...

Nice shot.

You here to gloat?

A little.

You really got me pinned up
against the boards.

Can't go to the cops, can I?

No, not really.

I'm gonna lose everything.

Yeah.
That's sort of the point.

Why?

You put a bounty out
on your own man --

a guy that you knew

put his life on the line
for his teammates

every time
he stepped out onto the ice.

What's this?

What is this?

I think they may have found out
about your little plan

to declare bankruptcy
and not pay anyone.

Or it could have been the matter
of you putting a bounty

on the head of somebody
that they count on.

Who are you guys?

Enforcers are put on the ice

to make sure
things don't go too far.

If they do,
they step in -- regulate.

Every player on this ice
is an enforcer.

There's no reason to do this.

Oh, there's every reason
to do this.

What do you want, huh?!

I got nothing!

They took everything!

Nope.
Not everything.

The team.

Yes.

This is the contract
for the sale of the team.

You did all this so that
you could own the otters?

I'm not gonna be
the new owner of the otters.

No. They will.

Ugh!

Thank you.

I'm not gonna
forget about this, Marko.

Good...Jacques.

All right, guys!
Let's do it again!

You said you want to be
a part of this?

Come on,
little Marko!

So, is it someplace warm?

I don't remember.

Hm.

Is it in Boston?

Nate, I don't remember.

Are you sure
it's the Stanley cup?

That I remember.

Where's the last place
you remember, uh, having it?

I don't remember.