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you scored a goal?
Look, it's not fair to the Weeks boy
to keep him back.
And it's not fair
to the Saturday game.
Sh*t!
I gotta go.
Donna's inside, Johnny.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm fine, Donna.
We knew one day eventually...
I'm fine.
Don't tell me you're fine.
- You could've told me.
- I can't give you that kind of information.
We're sleeping together,
for God's sakes.
Skank, we're committing adultery. It's
not like I threw in trust as a perk.
Honey.
- Hi.
- Look, you, uh... you may have heard.
- We just did it.
- I heard.
And so did I,
and it's a big mistake.
John Biebe is the anchor,
for God's sakes!
Geez.
Stevie! Stevie! Stevie! Stevie!
Guys, it ain't my birthday.
It's better.
You're in the Saturday game!
L- I could go down
as fast as I come up.
- There's no way.
- Hey, I'm next. They'll be callin' me next.
Hey, Mike.
- Hey.
- Why don't you get yourself that milkshake?
Better not hear
They-They won't, sir.
You skate like you can
and you'll be fine.
- Boys.
- Sheriff.
- I ordered one for you too, Dad.
- Thanks, Mike.
- Johnny?
- Yeah?
You gotta get out to Gagney Grocers.
Connor Banks just shot a guy.
Ow! Jesus!
What, did you put your finger in it?
- Try and hold still.
- Could you jam the oxygen tank...
a little further up my ass, please?
Have you done this before?
- Who is he?
- A rep from Price World.
Good. Twist it! Yeah, that helps.
Think about trimming
those nails too, Tarzan.
- Just try to hold it there.
- Are you trying to hurt me?
Huh?
- You okay?
- No, I'm not okay!
Do I look like I'm okay?
The f***er shot me!
What the f***-ass f*** of a bum-f***,
shithole town is this?
I make a business call.
I give him my card.
And the hick-ass f***er shoots
my foot off! Cock-f***ing sh*t!
- John, it was an accident.
- You read him his rights?
- You have the right to remain silent.
- Oh, come on, John!
- I didn't mean to shoot him.
- Call Bailey Pruitt. Talk to him.
Don't be saying
anything to me.
Johnny, I heard.
- I'm sorry.
- Connor, you just shot a guy.
- Take him.
- Read him his rights.
Cock-f***ing suck-ass f***er!
Have fun in jail, a**hole!
They, uh,
got into a beef.
Happened over in feed.
Says he was aiming at a sack
of Puppy Chow, trying to scare him.
He hit a wheelbarrow.
It ricocheted.
- Ow! Ow, ow!
- Johnny?
- Yeah?
- There's a helicopter hovering over town hall. Looks Russian.
Whoa!
I'm slow in the feet?
That's it?
That's all you got for me?
No, "Wow, nice helicopter"? No, " Hey,
great article in Sports Illustrated"?
How's Donna doing?
Does she miss me?
Twice in one year, Charlie.
What do you want this time?
I come bearing
the New York Rangers.
The New York Rangers?
Yeah, I was pretty blown away myself.
But the article sparked some kind
of brainstorm at the NHL.
- Good writing, I guess.
- The New York Rangers.
The New York Rangers.
- In Mystery, Alaska?
- Right here.
To play against our boys?
great publicity,
and the network figures
a 14 share, minimum.
All right.
What's in it for you,
Charlie?
Community pride.
Money.
If you all settle down, we'll, uh,
we'll try to answer all your questions.
Now, nothing is definite.
There's still some dealing to be done
with the players' unions and things.
But what needs to be decided first is,
do we want this game?
- I won't kid ya, it would be
a goose to the economy.
What economy?
We can be serious
about this,
or we can simply leave the decision to
the committee, which I'm quite happy to do.
Yes, Miram?
The question is,
'Cause if all that's gonna happen
is we'll get laughed at,
I'm not for it
at any price.
That's fair. That's fair.
And to answer that,
I'd like to call up here
someone we all know and...
Well, we all know.
Charles Danner.
Thanks. Um... Well, first of all,
Bullshit!
Uh... Um, here's the thing.
On a standard ice rink,
no, we don't come close.
But... our boys on a pond?
Now, hold on
just one second.
You're using words
like "we" and "our boys. "
You left this town,
Charlie Danner.
You can't even skate.
Plus, this may be
an old lady talking,
but I've always thought
you were a bit of a prick.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
This is a town meeting.
Let's have some order,
for God's sakes! John.
Could we make a game of it?
Yeah, John.
Depends on rules.
We play four on four.
They play five on five.
Boards, offsides,
two-line passing.
Rules that keep everything bunched.
It's a different kind of game.
John, excuse me, but this game
- Hey, Chuck...
- One second.
Everybody here always says on a pond,
nobody beats us, right? Nobody.
Okay, well, you got a chance
to prove it now.
John, can we win?
Shooting, passing, stick handling...
The truth?
Except for Connor,
nobody here comes close.
Except for Connor,
nobody here comes close.
But on the pond,
black ice, wide open surface,
it's all about skating.
And we can skate.
Yeah, we can.
All right, man.
The New York Rangers
are professionals.
in Mystery:
Our dignity
and our illusions.
Where's the dignity
in not trying?
I'll play those Rangers.
- I'm in.
- I'll play.
I'll beat 'em.
As mayor of Mystery, Alaska,
I'm gonna extend a little invitation
to the New York Rangers!
Hey, Johnny!
- This can't wait till tomorrow?
- No, no, we gotta be on the ice at sunup.
If this game happens,
it's only 32 days away.
We gotta get goin'.
- I bet you're back on the team now, right?
- Maybe.
Well, they're not gonna play the Rangers
with just ten guys.
Here he comes.
- John. Hey, Donna.
- Hey, Scott.
- Witch-tit cold, huh?
- Yeah.
Look, John,
these are the developments.
Things have changed.
We want you to coach.
Judge turn you down?
Yeah.
He's got some bug up his colon.
But next toJudge F*** Nut,
you know most about hockey.
Scott, you'll need him
to play, right?
Oh, uh...
Well, the committee feels you can best
help the team by, you know, coaching.
You're the guy.
They all look up to you.
Scott, I don't coach.
John, I'm asking you
as mayor of the town.
Will you coach?
Let me know, huh?
You know,
every ex-player turned coach says
they prefer coaching to playing.
Why would they
all say that?
Because they can't play.
So why'd you wanna come?
You never wanna come when I plough.
- Well, um, could you pull over?
- Sure.
What...
What are you doing?
Um...
I thought, um...
you making the team.
N- Now? Here?
I don't know where else
to do it.
I got a condom too.
- So...
- Marla.
With you on the team, Stevie,
you know, after you.
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