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stretcher out to pick him up,

but, boy, you hate to see that,

especially so late in the game.

Just 15 seconds left to go here.

That's bad luck for Coach Ferguson,

too. He's down to just 10 players.

You need another player.

Well, that's all we

got. We'll go with 10.

And that's going to cost

him one of his time-outs.

See if you can see which player that is.

Where's Dodge?

No time on the clock! Watch that

line. Nobody gets out of bounds!

Watch that line. Nobody

gets out of bounds!

Nine!

Twenty-one!

Here we go! No time

left! This is it, boys!

Zoom takes the snap.

And here comes Chicago.

He looks down the field.

He's still looking.

All the receivers are well covered.

Zoom slides left, almost gets

tackled by his own player!

Rutherford has him in his sights!

There's the gun! No time left!

Zoom throws up a Hail Mary!

The ball's in the air.

And...

It popped right out of

the hands of Bakes Davis!

I can't tell. The ball is somewhere down

in a pile of some four or five players.

The referee is pulling

them apart, and...

It's...

It's intercepted! It's intercepted!

Chicago wins! My, oh

my, oh my, what a finish!

Chicago has intercepted and blanked the

Bulldogs today, and this crowd is loving it!

Yeah!

- Where's Dodge?

- What?

Wait a minute. There seems to

be some confusion on the field.

Ich gebe auf!

Ich gebe auf!

Ich gebe auf!

It's a touchdown, not an

interception! A touchdown!

Dodge Connelly has caught the ball

in the end zone with no time left!

Duluth has stunned this

crowd! The Bulldogs won!

They won! They won!

The Bulldogs have beat Chicago, 6 to 3.

It's a Bulldog victory!

Fantastic finish!

Dodge caught the ball!

Dodge caught the ball!

Sh*t.

They're going to kick you

out for that one, Dodge.

Yes, they will.

It was fun.

Take care, Carter.

Dodge.

I'm going to confess

everything tomorrow.

The whole story.

Yeah.

I was with Sergeant York that day that

he took out 30 Germans single-handedly.

He got a lot of them.

I got a few myself.

We like our heroes, Carter.

- You just made that up.

- Yes, I did.

Be seeing you.

So, I'm working on my

lead story for tomorrow.

Headline's something about

a single man taking on

an entire team by himself.

Well, there were other

players on my team.

I was talking about Carter.

So you're a sportswriter now.

Why not?

Well, certain jobs are always

going to be done by men.

Big, strapping men? What else?

Auto mechanics, plumbers...

Motorcycles?

You want to drive?

Hop on, Mr Connelly.

I'll buy you a soda pop.

Worried about your reputation?

As a matter of fact, I am.

The trick is to hang on.

What will become of us, Dodge?

Ride off into the sunset?

Live happily ever after?

- Well, marriage.

- Of course.

- Kids, I suppose.

- Naturally.

I guess some sort of scandal.

- Taxes, maybe.

- Lose all our money.

The family home?

Then, after a brief turn in jail...

You'll like it there!

Not me, you.

Quickly followed by dementia.

What was your name, again?

- My friends call me Lexie.

- Fine.

You can call me Miss Littleton.

That'd be nice. Well, Miss Littleton...

You should be warned that the way

you're holding me now, you're choking me.

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