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Trying to bang it by

Belchior. Runs into him,

and they count the

goal. Should it count?

- Where's the f***ing whistle?!

- Where the f***'s the whistle?!

- Cheap f***ing goal.

- (McCauley):
So the Highlanders down 1

- nothing

in the second period.

Again, they have to win.

And here comes Laflamme

dancing up the centre ice.

Laflamme makes a

move. Dipsy-doodle!

Can't storm the front of

the net. Flips it back.

Yeah, kabooya, he

scores! (crowd cheering)

- Yes! Yes. (baby giggling)

- (McCauley):
Beautiful goal!

Evgeni Yakovlena had a great...

- (announcer):
And the new

goal scored by number 6,

Evgeni Yakovlena!

- (McCauley):
So it's 1

- 1 in the second period.

Here once again is

Laflamme. Against the...

OH! He's been hammered.

- That's bullshit!

- I'll get him right now.

- No, you've done enough for the night, Ross.

- F***ing a**hole!

- We'll get him.

It's f***ing bullshit.

- He's a f***ing lunatic!

- (McCauley):
Now, the puck

finds its way to Glatt.

They're normally strangers.

- Dougie!

- (McCauley):
Holy cow!

- Jesus!

- Thanks, X.

- (McCauley):
Did you see that?!

- That's captain X!

- (McCauley):
It was Laflamme

who ran into and decked Cain.

- Flamer's loaded for bear.

- (McCauley):
Here comes Laflamme, makes

a move around the defender, who's riding

on the goal. Magic hand shot!

Great save by Nikola!

- Rossy, watch Flamer's back.

Do what you gotta do,

but keep it clean, OK?

- (McCauley):
Six minutes

left in the third period.

Halifax and Reading still

tied at a goal apiece.

- Take ice away. Come on!

- With it is Anders Cain.

Cain gets it over to Totan.

- Get on the puck!

- (McCauley):
Totan looks

back, returns it to Cain.

(crowd booing)

- What is this you're doing? Make shoot.

- (McCauley):
Cain

seems to be in the midst

of some sort of

psycho-athletic fugue state.

- F***ing make shoot. (suspenseful music)

- Ah!

- (crowd):
Ohhh!

- (McCauley):
Mother of God!

- Holy snap-on arseholes!

- What's he doing?

- Right off his rocker.

- What the f***?!

- (McCauley):
Cain seems to

have actually fired the puck

into his father's

lodge accommodations.

(red blowing whistle twice)

- You're gonna call that or what?

- (McCauley):
Now, Anders

Cain takes a shot at Laflamme.

Laflamme pushes back at Cain and Ross

Rhea... Keep your hands to yourself!

- (McCauley):
steps in.

Cain gives him a right.

- What the f*** is that?

- I'm gonna teach you some f***ing manners.

- (McCauley):
Cain is livid.

He has gone absolutely bonkers

in this game here tonight. Now,

he goes to the penalty box.

So does Ross Rhea.

- (woman):
F*** you, Cain!

- (announcer):
From Halifax,

number 3, Ross Rhea.

From Reading, number

13, Anders Cain.

- Getting tired?

- Kid, I'm always tired.

- Because you're an old piece of sh*t.

- You got me there.

This old piece of sh*t is gonna

take your f***ing head off.

(crowd cheering)

- Rhea!

Get your ass back to the

bench. Gonna kill this thing.

(dramatic music)

- Good luck, kid.

- (McCauley):
The two combatants

step back out on the ice.

- Where are you going?!

What are you doing?!

- (McCauley):
And immediately, Rhea begins to chase Cain.

- Rhea!

- (McCauley):
Puck is still

in Reading's territory.

Now it's knocked back

to the blue line.

Here's a shot. The save is

made. Puck goes into the corner.

Rhea goes in after it.

- Anders, no.

- And going after Rhea is Cain!

- (crowd):
Ohhh!

- Nooo!

- I told you you'd end

up in a f***ing ambulance.

- You f***ing piece of sh*t!

- Get the f***

out of here, Cain!

- (McCauley):
Rhea is down.

He's bloodied! He may

well be unconscious.

- COME ON!

- F*** off, you...

- Let's get the board out.

Let's get him on the stretcher.

- (McCauley):
They're

bringing out the stretcher.

Rhea is down, folks. He's bleeding.

(crowd chatter) This

doesn't look good.

(dramatic music)

(sigh)

- Dougie.

- Sh*t!

- Hey, up, back down.

- (McCauley):
Ladies and

gentlemen, Doug "the Thug" Glatt

is entering the fray.

He's making a beeline

for Anders Cain.

This could only mean one thing.

- I thought you didn't

need to fight me, Doug.

- (Ross):
Lay him the f*** out, kid.

(dramatic music)

- Doug.

- This is for someone else.

(grunting)

(crowd cheering) (fighting exertions)

- (McCauley):
Caine and Glatt going

at each other one after the other.

One, two, three.

- Aaah!

- (McCauley):
Oh! He hammers Glatt!

- F***!

- (McCauley):
Blood spews!

And these guys are being

left to their own devices.

- Yes!

- These men are wild!

They're crazy! There's

blood everywhere!

- Attaboy, Dougie.

I'm glad you came back, Doug! Come on!

(Anders roaring)

Aaaargh!

- (McCauley):
Oh, blood and gore

all over the floor!

- Oh! F***!

- (McCauley):
The

linesmen are nowhere

to be seen. You can't blame them.

(Doug panting)

(crowd gasping)

- Oh!

(bubbly, cracking noise)

- (crowd, chanting): Doug!

- Do it. Do it, Doug.

- Take his f***ing head off!

- (Anders, whispering): Do it.

Do it.

- No.

It's over. (crowd cheering)

(dramatic music)

- It's never over.

We're gonna do this night after night.

Game... after f***ing game.

(dramatic music) You hear me, Doug?

Game...

after f***ing game.

Look up there, Doug. (cracking sound)

(heartbeat sound) Look at 'em.

This is it!

This is

what they want us to do.

- I'm doing whatever

my team needs me to do. We're just gonna

keep f***ing bleeding out here...

- Oh, Doug.

- Over and over again

until they cart

every f***ing last one of us

off the f***ing ice!

- Doug!

- Dougie!

(cracking noise) (Doug groaning in pain)

(crowd cheering)

(triumphant music)

- Jesus, Doug. You OK?

- Not really, bud. Thanks for asking.

- Right there. Right there.

(high-pitched sounds)

(peaceful music)

- Anders, can you hear me? Hey, hey, hey.

(Anders coughing) It's OK.

- I f***ing...

hate this sport.

(Anders laughing)

- One, two, three. (cracking noise)

- AAAARGH! Ah!

- (crowd, chanting): Doug!

- Don't hate me here.

- I don't hate you, Parky.

I could never hate you.

- (crowd):
Highlanders! Highlanders!

Highlanders!

- (McCauley):
There's only

seconds left and nothing is settled.

As Laflamme moves through the neutral

zone, gives it across the line.

He's got Stevenson on his

wagon. (stirring music)

- (crowd):
Highlanders! Highlanders!

Highlanders!

- (McCauley):
Laflamme's

now moving in toward Totan.

Five seconds left.

- Stevenson is here.

- Right winger!

- (McCauley):
Laflamme

moving in on the backend.

(grandiose music)

- Excalibur!

(crowd cheering)

- (McCauley):
Stevenson scores!

They did it! The Highlanders win!

The Highlanders win!

For just the second

time in ten years,

the Halifax Highlanders

are going to the playoffs.

(Turandot opera by Puccini)

- Yeah! Yeah!

F***ing A, you worthless cocksuckers!

- Bye, guys. (Turandot opera)

(rock music)

(man clearing his throat)

(man clearing his throat)

- That's when the hand job start.

Oh no, I was wrong. They're

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