Jack Frost Page #2

. . .I can hear it.

Right.

I'm teIIing you.

Good night.

Love you. Go to sIeep.

You Iooking for the power?

Just testing it.

A major IabeI? What do you think|of this KapIan kid?

I Iike him. He's smart.|He reaIIy knows music.

And you know what?|I think this guy reaIIy gets us.

Oh, good.

How's things at the bank?

How's that new guy|in the Ioan department?

GIenn? He's a nice guy.

He hit on me.

ReaIIy?

How about that? Guys don't even|check for rings anymore.

ReIax. He's 63.|I straightened him out.

You straightened him out?|What exactIy does that mean?

Stop it.

No wonder he hit on you.|Look at you.

I don't wear this to the bank.

You're bareIy wearing it here.

Sing me a smiIe.

Well, the driver on the bus says,|''Move on back--''

No, sing me the other one.

My song.

Every time

We say goodbye

l die a little

Take off your boots.

Every time

We say goodbye

Oh, man, if I had one hit song. . . .

You wiII.

I'd make you guys proud of me.

We're aIready reaIIy proud of you.

-Buy you a nice big house.|-I'd settIe for a new sink.

I can get you a new car,|Iike a Porsche.

Anything but a Jeep is a sissy car.

I'd get you some diamonds.

AII I need is you.

I Iove you, Gab.

I Iove you too.

'Cause when you're near

There's such an air

Of spring

About it

I bet you wouId Iike|a snow bIower, though.

Lift it up.

I don't remember you hanging|this many Iights Iast year.

That's because I didn't hang this many.

LittIe straighter.|Yours is crooked on that side.

If you come down a bit at your end. . . .

You've come too far now.

See, you've gone too far there--

Be carefuI, Mac.

You don't want to be on the wrong end|of that Ieft hook.

Bye, baby.

I'II be in the car.

Front of the goaI, shoots.

Hit the post.

A IittIe wide. But nice shot.|Who taught you that shot?

Coach Gronic.

Dicky Gronic?

Dicky Gronic is your coach?|He can't pIay hockey.

Dad, Sid Gronic.

Sid Gronic's good.|Sid Gronic's very good.

He's one of the best,|if he couId stay out of prison.

What was that?

That's something I caII the ''J-shot. ''

-Teach me.|-Come here.

You're big enough to handIe this now.

-We got to go.|-Be with you in one second.

HoId on a minute.

Say the guy's coming down|right here, defensive man.

Bring it on the stick's toe.|Back to the heeI.

Now cut Ioose.

There you go. Nice shot.|Very good.

-I stiII don't get it.|-I'II show you when I come back.

But I need it for today's game.

Teach you when I come back.

But, Dad, I want to--

''Butt Dad''?

Did you just caII me ''Butt Dad''?

Is that the kind of thing|Coach Gronic teaches you? Butt Dad?

By the way, that wouId|make you Butt Boy. Bye.

Bye, Butt FamiIy.

See you in a whiIe.

Love you guys. Bye.

AII right.

Oh, man.

First period's behind us.

Forget about it.|God knows l'm going to try.

I know you're just kids.

And we're reaIIy here to teach you. . .

. . .fair pIay and sportsmanship|and aII that crap.

But I am so tired of Iooking|up at that scoreboard. . .

. . .and seeing that we're behind|the DeviIs again. . .

. . .and again. . .

. . .and again. . . .

Lighten up, Dad.

Sorry.

History is made by winners.

Conquerors.

Barbarians.

Now, I want you to go out there. . .

. . .and wipe the ice|with their fiIthy butts!

AII right?!

PIay cIean.|Have a good game.

Come on, guys.|Let's whup them!

Hey, Rory.

Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?

Let's nail it this time. You're|getting tighter. We're almost there.

Come on, CharIie!

Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man.

-Good Iuck, Jack.|-Afraid I'm going to need it.

-See you Iater.|-AII right, man. Thanks.

I hope it's not bad.

How bad is it in there?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

-Something smeIIs good--|-You promised him.

Why'd you go and do that, Jack?

I've toId you. If you're not going|to be there, don't say you wiII be.

You know how I knew you promised him?

He kept Iooking at me up in the stands.

And after about the 40th time. . .

. . .I reaIized he expected you|to be there.

I don't care if you get too busy|or you fIake out on me.

WeII, I care, but I chose it.

I married you. I'II deaI with it.

He didn't choose this.

One of these days,|CharIie wiII score his first goaI. . .

. . .and you won't see it.|Like you never saw his measIes. . .

. . .or the time he jammed|Fig Newtons into the projector.

Those things onIy happen once.

Don't, Jack. You said enough.

Hey, buddy.

How'd you guys do?

Got kiIIed. Eight-zip.

I'm reaIIy sorry I didn't make it.

I'm reaIIy sorry, man.

Hey, Iook. . . .

I got to taIk to you about something. . .

. . .that's reaIIy important.

You know how you aIways wanted to be|the next Wayne Gretzky?

I aIways had a dream too.

Ever since I was about your age. . .

. . .I just reaIIy wanted|to be a great musician.

I just wanted to be a reaI pIayer.

I wanted to make a Iiving|doing what I Iove.

And I reaIIy want to make|a nice Iiving for you, me and Mom.

WeII, see. . .

. . .that might be. . .

. . .kind of starting to happen.

That's good, Dad.

Yeah, it is good.

And it's reaIIy, reaIIy good|for you to have a dream.

Tricky part here is sometimes. . .

. . .if you're not carefuI, you can. . .

. . .I don't know, kind of turn|into kind of a--

SeIfish jerk?

AII right.

Yeah.

So are aII musicians reaIIy fIaky?

Yeah, basicaIIy, I think.

AII the drummers.

Okay, here's an idea.

I've thought about this one|for a whiIe.

You, me, Mom,|we go to the cabin up at Pine Top.

We have a reaI Christmas vacation,|just us.

No phone, no TV, no band, nothing.|What do you think?

ReaIIy?

WiII you teach me the J-shot?

I wiII teach you the J-shot.

HoId on a second. No TV?

Yeah, I know.|I was thinking about that too.

Maybe a IittIe TV.

Okay, cooI.

So, eight-oh. . . .

How bad was it?

I think Coach Gronic popped a vein.

-Here, hon, Iet me get that bag.|-I forgave you Iast night.

-Then can you grab one of these?|-Nope.

What's in there, a dead body?

No, it's just, Iike, Gameboy,|batteries, food, cIothes. . . .

We'II onIy be up there|three days.

We couId get snowed in for months.|You'II thank me.

Grab the phone, wiII you?

HeIIo?

Yeah, sure, hoId on a second.

It's for you.

John KapIan?

I'II meet you in the car.

I just got this. . .

. . .kind of unbeIievabIe phone caII.

The record company heard our tape. . .

. . .went nuts.

Oh, honey!

Dad, this is awesome!

That's great!

-You think?|-What's the matter?

WeII, the head of AsyIum|has to see us.

He'II onIy sign one act.|There's 3 other bands. . .

. . .and he'II onIy sign us|if we go to his party in Aspen.

When?

Tomorrow.

Christmas?

I know.

There's got to be another time|he can see you.

According to KapIan,|there is no other time. This is it.

Don't worry. Forget about it.|It's too hard, because--

HoId on a second.

I don't even want to go.

Let's see if we can work this out.

I mean, how Iong|do you have to pIay?

I don't know. That's a good point.|CouId maybe pIay a haIf an hour.

Don't pIay a whoIe set. They can teII|how you sound in a few songs.

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