Goon: Last of the Enforcers Page #7

Five seconds to go on the

St. John's power play,

and somehow, Halifax

have been able to keep

this game tied at zero.

Now, Laflamme steps out

on the ice. Halifax

with the heat on.

Carlson looking back, takes the puck

at the blue line. Now, Carlson,

he's got a cannon, he winds it up.

Oh boy! Everyone, check

your asses for monkeys!

Xavier Laflamme blocking a shot?

Now with it is Stevenson.

Stevenson moves down

deep into the corner.

- Oh, you're crying. What's

that, you little b*tch? Huh?

(indistinct taunting)

- I'm so exhausted!

Gatorade!

- Where's the puck?

- (McCauley):
And now Glatt

decides, I'm a little thirsty.

- Ref, ref, ref!

- Sorry, bud, I'm super thirsty.

- Meanwhile, Stevenson

comes out of the corner.

He scores! (crowd cheering)

- He f***ing drank it! He

took that f***ing bottle!

- Yeah!

- (McCauley):
Well, I suppose there's no rule

about drinking the

opposing team's Gatorade,

but perhaps after

tonight, there should be.

- Hahaha! You scored with Gatorade, man!

He's so mad!

- (McCauley):
Highlanders win

thanks to the unquenchable

thirst of a man

they call the Thug.

(electronic music)

- Good for you, kid.

Good for you.

- Boys,

got a little heat going down, right?

So we're gonna take that heat into Reading,

and we're gonna burn

their f***ing flesh off,

like f***ing flamethrowers!

- Sir.

- Yes?

- OK, for the last time,

I'm gonna have to ask you

to lower your voice.

OK? Just...

- So will you take that for me, would you?

- Nope, not in first class.

We don't take your... anything.

- Alright. Alrighty.

- Just have a seat there.

- Sit down? Sure.

- Yes, sir, that would be wonderful. Thank you very much.

And if you could just remain seated,

Oh, for f*** sake! (men

urinating and grunting)

- Hey, Belchy,

come see! This toilet

looks just like your mother.

- Mmm! Only markedly less toilet

- like.

(Russians groaning) (woman complains)

- Oh, my God, you guys are...

Get the f*** out of here, man!

(man laughing)

- (woman):
Disgusting!

- (whispering):
Hey, I'm not done.

What...

- No.

- (whispering):
She said no.

We're gonna skate in there.

I wanna show those translucent, Rust-belt

weirdos how we play hockey...

- I swear!

- North of the border.

- Yeah, OK.

- (whispering):
Highlanders.

- (team, whispering): Highlanders.

Highlanders. Highlanders.

- OK, but that is still

making us uncomfortable.

- (team, whispering):

Highlanders. Highlanders.

Highlanders. Highlanders.

- God, it smells like dick.

- (team whispering):

Highlanders. Highlanders.

Highlanders. Highlanders.

- Stay in school. Highlanders.

- (McCauley):
Three minutes left in the

third, and the Highlanders' hot streak

is in danger of coming to an end

as they trail the Wolfdogs

3 to 2. A win tonight

would see them just one spot

outside playoffs' contention.

Oh, my uncles are dead! Anders

Cain looks in front, turns.

Oh! Waxman's Murphy

bed! Cain scores!

And it's tied 3-3. Great goal

by Anders Cain to keep

the dream alive.

- They're gonna be throwing

everything at us now, but the kitchen sink.

You, Flamer, do what you did last game.

Stesy, take his lead.

Yeah, yeah. Dougie, listen

to me. You watch their backs.

You keep your head in the f***ing

game. Handle the big man. See him?

Send a message. Wake

'em up, Doug. Go, go, go!

- Don't go start a sh*t you can't finish.

- (McCauley):
Coach Ronnie Hortense had a

few words for Doug Glatt who hasn't fought

since he came back two weeks ago.

(dramatic music) He goes

straight toward Totan.

- You are popping me.

- (McCauley):
Moe Totan.

- (Bailey):
He's so enormous.

- Oy vey.

- (McCauley):
Off the

faceoff, the puck goes back

into the Wolfdogs' zone. Now,

it's in at the centre ice.

Turned over by Laflamme.

Laflamme looks across,

finds Stevenson. Stevenson dumps it

deep into the Wolfdogs'

territory. The puck goes

around now to Totan.

- (coach):
Here we go!

- (McCauley):
Here comes

Glatt right at Totan!

Oh! And he misses completely!

- F***! Sh*t!

- It looks like he's in

pain on his right side.

Starting the other way,

the Reading Wolfdogs

with an opportunity

for the go-ahead goal.

The puck is gliding

across the blue line.

He scores!

- NOOOO!

- F***! F***!

- (McCauley):
Reading win.

And with just 10 games

left in the season,

the Highlanders seem to have

found a way to rescue defeat

from the jaws of victory.

- Pretty good, Dougie!

- Come on, Doug. (sigh)

- I don't wanna hear it. Let's

go! Let's f***ing go! Nats!

(man talking indistinctly)

(indistinct chatter)

- Did you watch the game?

- Yeah.

(Doug sighing)

- You said it could be

scary watching me out there.

Was it scary?

- I mean, I don't like watching

you get hurt, so yeah, a little.

- Ah!

- Oh!

God, Jesus! Are you OK?

- Yeah.

Maybe you shouldn't watch the next one.

- Yeah.

Alright.

- When I wake up

Yours I'd slip in

(engine revving up)

- (McCauley):
Halfway

through the third,

the Highlanders are fighting

for their postseason lives

on Fan Appreciation Night.

A shot blocked by Laflamme.

- Attaboy, Flamer!

- (McCauley):
What a

contribution he's made.

Now Laflamme sees Walters' coming.

And Walters sucker punched him.

But he gets up. He

appears to be alright.

- Let go of his arm, Ref!

- (McCauley):
Walters is sent

to the penalty box.

- Come on, Pat!

- (McCauley):
And he

is none too impressed.

- (announcer):
Number 28, Tim

Walters:
2 minutes for roughing.

8 minutes 51 seconds

- F***!

- You OK?

- Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks.

- OK, now we're gonna take

this f***ing power play,

and we're gonna shove it up

their f***ing sphincters. No K-Y!

And when we're done with that,

and that ugly piece of sh*t

gets out of that f***ing box,

we're gonna give him a

piece of our mind. OK, boys?

- I can do that, sir. I can give

him a piece of all of our minds.

- No, he f***ing can't.

His arm's all f***ed up.

- I'm fine. I can do this.

- He can't f***ing fight anybody.

- Jesus Christ, boys, what's going on?

(grunt) Not now, kiddo. Not now.

- (McCauley):
Anders Cain

is coming right across

from the bench to the deck.

- Huh? You wanna go?

- Yeah, come on.

- Yeah? Any time, tough guy!

- I'll f***ing go right on

and knock your f***ing teeth

down your throat.

- Yeah, bring it on!

I'll tear your f***ing head

off for a pure meat stick.

- (Anders):
You're so f***ing pissed, a f***ing meat stick.

- Stevesy, you're up.

- (McCauley):
And now there's action,

meanwhile, over at the Highlander bench.

And here comes Doug Glatt. Hortense

calls him back. Glatt, come back here!

- (McCauley):
Uh - oh! It looks

like we may finally get to see

the Thug drop his gloves after all.

- Anytime! Oh, you too?

- The f*** you're doing here?

- What are you doing

here? This is my here!

- (McCauley):
And now both

Glatt and Cain push and shove.

- What the f*** you mean

it's your here?! It's my here!

- I'll let both you guys in.

- My f***ing!

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