Across The Line Page #4

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Mattie!

Mr. Jacobsen.

Just call me Len.

Sure.

Listen, I got a phone

call this morning

from your coach.

He seems to think that you're

hanging out with pimps,

you're involved in

prostituting underage girls.

That's a lie.

Coach has never

been in my corner.

You know this. I'm averaging

eight minutes per game

and yet I'm number

one in total points.

Hold on.

No. You know what this is about.

Look, I got your coach's number.

We don't need to

talk about that.

Matthew, I spent time with you.

I know what he's

saying is bullshit...

but...

you gotta be the guy

on the Wheaties box,

you know what I mean?

You gotta keep your nose clean.

People are watching you.

You want to be in the show?

That's your dream, right?

Don't let anyone

ruin that for you.

Yeah.

All right.

Can't do the marina thing dude.

I'm going to Toronto.

Oh come on, man.

Why even bother?

What are you gonna do?

Just be her little

lapdog the whole time?

Look. Jayme and I had

this thing planned, man.

She wants me to go to

Toronto so that's what...

Who gives a sh*t

what Jayme wants?

Dude, ever since you

started dating that girl,

it's like you're her

f***ing slave or something.

Shouldn't she be the one

changing her plans for you?

Whatever man.

Stop letting that girl

run your life, you know?

Monica?

Monica.

Are you okay?

Now you want to talk to me?

Wait. What did I do?

Nothing.

You did nothing.

Hey Jayme. We gotta talk.

I gotta get to class.

No. Look I need to

talk to you now.

I'm-I'm not going to Toronto.

Fine. Whatever.

Whoa, hey. Just-just come here.

Just think about it.

We'll be long distance.

You'll be home at

Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Don't worry about it.

We'll be...

I get it now.

God, no wonder you

were so bummed out

it was an almost baby.

You never wanted

to go to Toronto.

That was just bullshit.

No. That is not true.

Look, you...

you're gonna go to school and

you're gonna pursue your thing

but what's in Toronto

for me besides you?

This is my home, Jayme.

My family, my friends.

No. What I'm hearing is you

never really wanted to go.

You know what?

Stay.

I'm leaving.

Whoa. What does that mean?

I'm done.

We're done.

Jayme! Jayme!

If Dwight thinks I got him

yesterday, you just wait.

I'm gonna f*** that n*gger up.

Jesus Christ Todd.

What crawled up your ass?

I'm just thinking about when

you started talking that sh*t.

Dude.

No, you're always talking about

black people taking

things from you.

Well taking what?

Your family's rich.

You're going to university.

You're the Captain of

your Junior A team.

What exactly are they taking?

Are you guys listening

to this n*gger f***er?

What are you talking...?

Say that word again.

What word?

N*gger?

N*gger, n*gger, n*gger, niggah.

Aw sh*t. Dude!

Holy sh*t!

John, man. Come on.

I'm joking.

Come on man.

Jayme, what's wrong?

Not now.

Wait. Hold up.

What do you want

from me, Mattie?

Look, I don't just make

out with random girls.

Forget about it, okay?

It's really nothing.

- Mattie!

- Oh it's nothing?

Hey. Let's get something

to eat brah.

I was thinking of...

Not now.

Hey, what's...

what the f***?

Yo Mattie. Come on, let's go.

Hey Dwight, don't get involved.

You do you, all right?

Stop. Stop.

Renee?

Jayme.

F***!

Renee. Renee, get off her.

Don't touch me!

Return to your classes, everyone.

The school is on lockdown.

The police have been called.

The police are on their way.

- The school is on lockdown.

- John!

Attention everyone.

John!

Return to your classes now.

F***ing b*tch!

Jayme.

Jayme.

You okay?

Todd hits like a b*tch.

How you feeling?

I give up.

I guess I should just start

listening to Chris Brown

and learn how to twerk.

I'm not seeing it.

Get into that box everyone

wants to put me in.

Ow. Easy.

There's no box for you.

You're an original.

I'm just tired of everyone

putting their bullshit on me.

Being punk was supposed to be my

freedom from all of this sh*t.

It's the first time people

weren't looking at me,

trying to figure out if I was

white or black or Lebanese.

Too busy...

her hair is f***ed up.

Why is she in those rags?

That girl's a freak.

You know what?

I was totally okay with that.

But now I realize I was

only kidding myself.

Yeah well I think

you're perfect.

Jayme broke up with you, right?

Why are we even

bothering with this sh*t?

I just want to make

sure she's okay.

She's okay all right.

Man, that was crazy.

Sweet f***!

It ain't over.

What?

Nothing.

Just... Mattie Slaughter.

I don't know.

It's kind of weird, right?

Yeah it's weird.

But awesome.

You thinking about John?

Um, I broke it off but yeah.

You gonna tell him about us?

Oh there's an us now, is there?

You gonna move to

Toronto with me, huh?

Or are you going off to

be some big hockey star?

Who knows?

Or maybe I get

drafted by Toronto.

Oh you boys and your maybes.

You know, Toronto isn't the

only place of punk man.

I just gotta get the

hell out of dodge.

I can't deal with this

race sh*t anymore.

Don't kid yourself, Jayme.

I mean stereotypes,

they're comfortable.

I mean, look it...

black people, they go

to Tyler Perry movies.

They-they play basketball and,

I don't know,

listen to Young Thug.

White people like Meryl Streep,

tennis and Taylor Swift.

You keep that balance,

then all is right in the world.

You know what I mean?

You just gotta treat

it like noise.

I mean look at me for example.

Everyone I know, my coaches,

teammates, scouts, agents,

everyone, they're all white.

I mean when I look

up in those stands,

I see all white faces.

They look at me like

I'm some sort of alien.

If you let that get in here,

then they win.

And I'm not letting that happen.

Neither should you.

Sh*t. You gotta go.

If my dad catches you here,

he will arrest you.

I'm not kidding.

All right.

Thanks for the Jujubes.

Yeah. Anytime.

Guess I'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah.

John.

That slut!

Look it.

How long has she been

playing you man?

I told you about her.

She's wild just like

the rest of them.

Holy f***!

Just drive.

Hey what's up man?

- You f***ing my girlfriend, huh?

- Get off me, man.

Huh? F*** you man.

Stay on him, man.

F***ing throw some sh*t,

you f***ing p*ssy.

F*** you man.

Come here. Come on. B*tch.

You ain't sh*t!

F***!

F*** you!

Todd, stop.

John. John, let's go man.

John! Let's get the

f*** out of here!

John!

F*** you!

B*tch. F*** you!

Dwight, stop!

Stop!

B*tch!

The NHL doesn't need

players like this kid.

Yeah, but Slaughter wouldn't

be the first prospect

that needs managing.

You know that.

Mattie Slaughter's true colours

are clear from this incident.

Ah come on.

As far as I'm concerned,

he's got no place in our game.

If he wants to

play hockey, fine.

There's always the KHL.

Hi.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

You're awake.

This is new.

What happened?

You've been out since the fight.

Look, if I don't go get your

Mom she's gonna strangle me.

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