Goon: Last of the Enforcers Page #9

rock song playing)

Come on, boys! This is not

how we kill a f***ing penalty!

- Come on, Stevesy,

you're good, you're good!

- Flamer, come on, come on.

- (Laflamme):
Watch your point.

- Sit down. Rest that f***ing ass.

- (player):
Let's go, boys.

- (coach):
Where the f*** is he?

- (McCauley):
Hortense keeps looking

over toward the dressing room.

(indistinct rock song)

- Breathe, Eva. Breathe.

OK?

- (Eva):
OK.

- Deep slow breaths.

- (Doug):
Breathe, Eva, breathe!

(man grunting)

- AAAAH!

- (McCauley):
Lovell and Halifax.

Now, Laflamme goes after

the puck in the corner.

He takes it in behind.

Here comes Owens.

And down goes Laflamme.

Now, Owens is bumped by... (whistle)

Ross Rhea?

- Nice hit, eh?

- Better late than never.

- (McCauley):
Ross Rhea

is back! (Eva panting)

- (doctor):
One last big

push you got for me, Eva?

- (McCauley):
He's back as a Highlander.

- You know, Sean,

generally, it's polite to ask.

- Go watch some curling

and get a f***ing dye job, you old man.

- F*** you!

- Come on, Eva.

- (doctor):
That's it. OK, Eva, home stretch.

- AAAAAAAAAH!

- (McCauley):
Ross Rhea

fires that patented right.

- AAAAAAAAH!

- I can't sleep

tonight (baby crying)

I can't sleep tonight

It's the saddest lie

(grunting)

- (McCauley):
We thought he was gone.

- Old man, eh?

- And he's back in style.

- Oh oh oooh oooh (baby cooing)

I can't sleep tonight

I can't sleep tonight

(babies crying)

(man snoring and farting)

- Pat.

- Hey, hey, hey.

(gasping and clapping)

- Yeah! (man laughing)

- Doug. Dougie had a baby. F***ing sweet!

- Nice shot, man.

- Good shooting, man.

- Let me know if you're

not gonna keep it, OK?

- Yeah, we're gonna keep it.

- Let me know.

- (player):
Yeah, Dougie.

- F***ing weirdo.

Is everyone OK in there?

- Everybody's great.

Welcome to the Highlanders.

- Looks like I'm not done after all, eh?

Mazel tov, kiddo. (phone ringing)

- Heyyyy.

A dick explodes, a baby is

made, and a father is born.

I love you.

- All these kisses.

- I will love your baby.

- Thank you so much.

It's so nice.

- I'm a great babysitter, so...

Not that you... Oh, OK.

- You have my back.

You have since we've met.

And you need to know

I'll always have yours.

Something for the baby.

- Oh! Oh! Heehee!

(touching music)

- It's official.

That's official.

- Here you go, Dougie.

(indistinct chatter)

- Love you, buddy.

- Flicitations.

- Way to go, Dougie.

- Good boy!

(speaking in Slovak)

- Doug.

- Thank you.

(small chuckle)

I don't know who he is.

(Eva sighing) (distant baby crying)

I love you, Eva.

I love you too, Doug.

Hmm.

(Eva chuckling)

Dammmmn.

I'm high as f***ing balls.

Just big old balls.

PS:
f***ing pushing a baby

out of your vagina blows hard.

- I know.

- But you were here.

I needed you and you were here.

(poignant music)

It's the same sh*t, Doug.

The same sh*t that brought you here

is the sh*t that needs you to be out there.

They need you too.

Highlanders need you.

Mm-hmm. Doug,

you need to be out there.

- (Duffy):
This is it! The

last game of the season!

The Highlanders need one

more win after their gutsy

2-1 victory over Lovell.

- (Bailey):
And now tonight,

their entire season hangs

on this one last game,

which should be a doozy

as it marks Cain's return

to the Halifax Metro Centre

in his first game back since

re-signing with the Wolfdogs.

- (reporter):
Any message

for your former teammates?

- Watch your back.

- Cain's gonna be out there.

- F*** Cain.

The shape your shoulder's in, you tweak it,

you throw one heavy punch with that right,

that's your career f***ed for good.

- I need to protect my

team. (bagpipe music)

We're on a very busy night in here.

Xavier... you've been

whatever this team has needed you to be.

You've worked, bled.

(orchestral music)

- Ahem! I, uh...

I unstitched it from Cain's jersey.

It's yours now. You've earned it.

(applause) - We're all glad for you.

- (coach):
Flamer, come on.

- Hey, you earned it.

- Come on!

- Speech! (emotional sigh)

- I learned the

difference between a moment

and a career is evolution.

Evolution.

You will slow down.

You will get old.

Your body will fail you.

So you evolve,

you change your game,

you do what you need to

do with the time you got.

If not, you go extinct.

(crowd cheering)

Evolve or go extinct.

Are you ready to go extinct?

- No, I'm not.

- No f***ing way.

- Are you f***ing extinct?

- No!

- No.

- No, I'm not. Absolutely not.

- Well, I'm still here.

I'm not ready to go f***ing extinct!

The Highlanders are still here!

- Yeah, we are.

- The f***ing Highlanders

are here!

- Yes! Yes!

- (together):
Highlanders! Highlanders!

Highlanders!

Highlanders! Highlanders! (Petrov laughing)

Highlanders!

Highlanders! Highlanders!

Highlanders! Highlanders!

- Alright, boys!

Let's do this! Come on! (rock music)

- (McCauley):
This is

it, folks. It's do or die

for the Highlanders

tonight. Their entire season

comes down to this one game.

It's that simple. (crowd cheering)

- (spectator) Alright, Ross! Ross!

- F*** 'em up!

- Come on!

- Which one do you

want? I got the big one.

Ah, f*** it, I want both of them.

- It's open season on all your

f***ing boys tonight, Doug.

- I don't have to fight you.

- Yeah, you do.

- (McCauley):
So it's a must

win for the Halifax Highlanders.

There's no tomorrow if they don't.

(rock music)

- I've got some changes here.

Flamer, Dougie, Rhea off the hop.

Legs and Gino on the

backend. (siren and whistle)

- OK, boys, let's go! To get this

is focus. They're gonna try and

taunt us. Don't look for sh*t!

- (McCauley):
Yeah, Doug Glatt

comes out to take the opening

faceoff alongside Ross

Rhea. Former combatants.

- Hey, big fella. You like Kim Mitchell?

That's what I thought.

Alright, we're f***ing going.

(blowing whistle 4 times) Alright, here

we go. What the f*** did I just say?

- Coach said, "Don't look

for sh*t," that's sh*t.

- I bet you don't like Rush

either, you f***ing big lipback.

- He's looking for sh*t. God

dammit, laid him right out.

- Jesus Christ! What are they feeding ya?

A lot of f***ing pierogis, eh?

Easy, big fella. Alright, here we go.

- (McCauley):
Well, folks, big girls may not cry...

- What about that, eh?

- (McCauley):
but big

men from Eastern Europe

apparently bleed a lot.

- That's f***ing right!

I can do this all night, boys.

- (crowd):
Ross! Ross! Ross!

- You're gonna leave this

building in an ambulance.

- I'm sorry, Point Break, you say something?

- Rossy! Rossy, no, no.

- Come on, you can come play.

- (coach):
It's over, go to the box.

- No? Alright.

You sure? Oh, no,

he doesn't want to f***ing play. Let's go.

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

- (McCauley):
So off the

faceoff, the puck is dropped.

It goes back to Anders

Cain, the former captain

of the Halifax Highlanders.

Bounces off a check.

Pulls up the right wing.

Both running on goal!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes