Across The Line Page #2

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our rearview mirror, man.

Let's go.

Hey. Wait a second, man.

We gotta talk about the marina.

Sh*t. Right. Um

yeah tonight. Okay?

Whoa. Hold on.

I gotta let my Dad know

by tomorrow, all right?

Or else they're gonna

hire someone...

You see this?

These guys are unbelievable.

Just-just leave it man.

No. Watch this.

Monkey, she don't want you.

What the f*** man?

Yeah what the f*** you

gonna do about it?

You want to do

something about it?

Let's just go.

- You got a problem man?

- F*** you, man.

He's being an idiot, J.

Let's go.

You want to do

something about it?

You guys think you can

take whatever you want?

F*** you, you piece of sh*t.

Yeah monkey!

Come on, come at me!

John!

John.

Jesus.

You're at that school to learn.

I can't believe you kids.

Mom, we were just

playing around.

No.

Once again you got wrapped

up in Todd's sh*t.

How many times have

I gotta tell you?

You get in trouble,

you don't have some fancy ass

lawyer father who can fix it.

Don't get sucked in.

Okay. Hey.

Look, all he did was

throw an empty can

at the guy's stupid car.

John.

Cars are like religion

to those people.

Cadillacs next to

plywood shacks.

Those guys,

they just love nothing

better than a fight.

That's it.

You just need to

stay away from them.

Hey.

He was just defending himself.

He can't help it if those boys

from Preston act like savages.

And before you start,

me speaking the truth

doesn't make me racist.

Whoa, hey Mom.

Todd was the one who started it.

And those black boys don't know

how to turn the other cheek?

Well maybe the white boys

shouldn't start fights

they can't finish.

Of course you'd feel that way.

Okay.

You're good.

Clean yourself up.

Okay.

I gotta go to work.

Dinner's in the oven, love.

Thanks mom.

Hey, come here.

Wow.

I'm sorry.

Your mom's a b*tch.

Hey. Look, she's just upset.

She said some things...

She keeps talking this bullshit.

Okay. So what do

you want me to do?

You want me to tell my mom

what she can and cannot say

in her own house?

That should go over well.

I want you to stand up.

Whatever.

It's a good thing

I'm not pregnant.

No. Jay... Jayme. Jayme, wait.

Your son is a star.

Mr. Jacobsen says I could

be the next Crosby.

Crosby, huh?

Don't you get a big head.

Ain't nobody putting your

ugly mug on a cereal box.

Thank you.

Endorsements will come.

That's a-that's a

whole other game.

Look.

A lifetime ago I was Mattie.

Well, maybe didn't have

those hands but, uh,

I know talent when I see it.

Mr. and Mrs. Slaughter,

there are a lot of living

rooms across this country

I could be seated in right now.

I've chosen to be here.

It's been a long time since

I've seen a kid skate

with the kind of speed,

power Mattie has.

Hurray today.

Man, whose ride is that?

Carter, this is Mr. Jacobsen,

the sports agent.

He flew in to see your brother.

Okay.

So that's your ride.

Well it's a rental.

Nice.

My bro sick on the ice,

ain't he?

Well that's why we're here.

Mm hmm.

So, uh, when I look at a

player I look for character.

Ah. The milk's spoiled.

Ma?

The fridge is f***ed up.

Carter, just listen to

what the man has to say.

That's Mattie's thing.

Look, it's nice to meet you boy

but let's just make

this paper, all right?

Look. He shoots.

Boom! Mattie scores.

Woo!

Well let's, uh, let's hope he

brings that enthusiasm

to the stands, huh?

I've already said this to Mattie

so I'll say it again here.

I know this work you've

put in has not been easy.

I know that's right.

My job now?

To place Matthew with a family,

the best NHL franchise

that will allow

all that hard work he's put in

over the last ten plus years,

the work you've done,

to pay off.

You want Mattie in the big city?

Some of these small towns here,

the other team's fans

throwing bananas on the ice

while he's playing.

I hear you,

but none of that will matter

when Mattie goes first round.

The press says top twenty.

It's the press.

Your son could be the

future of hockey.

I want to make sure

that happens for him,

for this family.

What do you say?

His life.

Mm hmm.

Well Mattie?

Uh yeah.

Yes.

We're gonna do amazing

things together.

Thank you.

John, we'll...

we'll talk later.

Yeah.

Fine.

Sit down. Eat some dinner.

I know you got some questions

about what's been going on

between me and your mother.

She just needs some time,

that's all.

She's not coming back, Dad.

You expecting someone?

Mattie Slaughter.

Hi Mr. Crawley.

Can I help you?

Sh*t. Sorry.

I totally forgot he's supposed

to be tutoring me right now.

Uh is this a bad time?

Yeah actually I prefer...

No. No. It's fine.

You want to see me in

that cap and gown, right?

I gotta do this math thing.

Yeah. Well I gotta

go get ready so...

We'll be fine.

All right. We'll see you later.

Goodbye Mr. Crawley.

See ya.

Quit it.

You're making me nervous.

All right. Done.

You got it.

All right. Let's celebrate.

Go to the basement

and celebrate!

Sorry.

My Dad's kind of

weird about that.

Does your, uh,

does your Dad play?

No.

He has it in his mind that I'm

gonna be the next Sheila E.

Clive Davis, maybe.

What about Sharon Osbourne?

Definitely Clive.

You like this?

Yeah. Yeah, it's cool.

It's f***ing real.

Yeah. I'm not feeling it.

Okay.

This is more your speed, huh?

Who's this?

Uh Henry Green.

Your Dad is gonna kill me,

Jayme.

No. Fraser will never know.

Besides, my Dad likes you.

That Slaughter boy's really

going places, Jayme.

Why can't you bring

home someone like him?

So what?

Your Dad doesn't like John?

You know, just with everything

he's been through with my mom,

he just, he thinks it'd be

easier for me with a black guy.

Not like I haven't

heard black people say

some pretty stupid sh*t.

Oh come on. Don't even go there.

It was one time

and he was drunk.

Oh. He was drunk all right.

Miss Crawley, can I ask

you a little question?

Your man, he got

a big black dick?

Can you handle it?

I mean the guy is f***ing nuts.

Yeah. Well you're just lucky

he didn't whip it out.

My mom just went off.

She was so ready to

get me a new tutor.

You got caught.

What do you mean?

John.

Caught you staring at me.

Okay.

So what? Is that some

sort of a crime?

You're funny.

Why?

What do you want, Mattie?

I see how you look at me.

Something's really

gotten into you tonight.

What are you afraid of?

Is it John?

Yeah right.

Or me?

You are talking a lot

of nonsense girl.

Don't think you can handle it?

Handle you?

Are you serious?

Stop. Stop.

Are you okay?

Um... you should...

yeah you should um...

I'm with John.

Okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I know that.

Each student in this school

is entitled to an environment

governed by respect,

dignity and civility.

Yesterday, a small group of

students violated this code.

Students who behave

this way have no right

to be part of our community.

Anyone who witnessed

yesterday's violence,

please talk to me or to

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