Mystery, Alaska Page #5

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What's that?

Skank Marden's

been in this bed.

You gotta be kidding me.

Well, that's just great.

Sh*t!

- What?

- Uh, we got a problem.

- What problem?

- Uh...

They're not coming.

What do you mean,

not coming?

Evidently,

the Ranger players...

filed some kind of grievance

with the players' union,

- and, uh...

- We tapped ourselves on the construction.

- Are you saying that we're not

going to get that money now?

Uh, I don't think so, no.

I'm really sorry, Scott.

I don't... I don't even...

Jesus Christ, Scott!

Ow!

Jesus! Oh, man!

Hey, hey.

That's enough.

It's keeping the kids awake.

Come on.

I should arrest him.

That's what I should do.

Arrest him for what?

Fraud.

Hey, he promised something

that he couldn't deliver.

This town spent money,

relying on

Charlie Danner's word.

Flying in here

on a helicopter,

- swinging the New York Rangers from his belt.

- Come on, John.

- You can't blame Charlie for that.

- Who else is there to blame?

You want to sympathize

with the guy, fine.

But I really do not

need you taking his side.

- Okay. What is going on?

- You tell me.

Okay, I think I've been pretty patient

with this little jealousy thing.

The truth is, I've been a little bit

flattered. Now I'm getting insulted.

- You're insulted?

- Yes, John.

When you read my smiling at him

as a threat, that insults me.

It is not just

a random smile, Donna.

Ever since he came back...

you've been walking around with

a big "what if" on your face.

We've been married 12 years.

Three kids.

Sweetheart,

I know your smiles.

And that smile is not for me.

John, everyone in this goddamn town

peeks over the snowbank and wonders.

Except you wonder what

it would be like with him...

Charlie f***in' Danner!

Don't talk to me

about betrayal.

You became half dead the minute you were

bumped from that team. You disappeared.

This is not an easy place

for a woman, John.

I thank God every day

I gave birth to boys.

I never chose to stay.

I chose you.

Give me that,

at least.

Move that puck, fellas!

He's opening up!

Move that puck, fellas!

He's opening up!

Pass it out

to the wing!

Pass the puck! Pass that puck!

That a boy!

Over here!

Whoo!

Hi.

Young man,

lift your elbows.

And that'll keep the blade

flat on the ice.

I mean, you paid

for the whole stick.

You might as well use it all, huh?

Try it.

- Good! Good, McGowan!

- Good.

Hey. I'm goin' on a piss later.

You wanna join me?

No.

The league is taking

the players' union...

to federal court

in New York on Tuesday.

It might help if Mystery

had a face there.

There's an estoppel argument

you could make.

Implied third-party contract too.

Hmm.

Well, now we really have something

to talk about, don't we?

You slept with another man.

What's to talk about,

MaryJane?

All I've got...

is the notion that being

adored by your husband...

is enough in life.

You never touch me.

Go ahead.

Nothing in the basic agreement

allows them...

to schedule

exhibition games.

- Of course we can schedule exhibition

games. - Pre-season exhibition, but...

Your Honor, nothing has ever limited

this to pre-season. You know this, Harold.

It's a cheap stunt,

Your Honor, and everybody knows that.

They want the Ranger players to go up to

the North Pole and play pond hockey...

with a bunch of Eskimos.

It's a big gimmick.

I mean, Mr. Pruitt himself...

has brought one of his

lumberjack players with him...

to help him further

the exploitation.

Objection, Your Honor.

That's-That's not

a very nice thing to say.

Your Honor, we've already

spent a lot of money on this game.

You can sue the league

for restitution.

That's assuming that money

damages could make us whole.

But our reputation

has been hurt.

Reputation? Price World tried

to move up there, you opened fire.

What reputation?

- Could I be heard?

- Go ahead.

We do have our pride.

And...

And, uh, maybe sometimes it's a little

too connected to how well we play hockey,

but we do have our pride.

And all of you,

and all the TV commentators...

have been going around

saying that this is a farce...

that this

is all a big joke.

Our town is a big joke.

- Is there a legal argument coming?

- It's estoppel.

It's-It's in my brief.

What-What did you call...

You called my friend something before.

- What did you call him?

- A lumberjack.

That boy has a heart bigger

than this whole courtroom.

He plays to play.

He skates to skate!

He don't make

a million bucks a year!

He loves the game of hockey!

He loves it.

Judge,

you can't take this game

away from us.

You can't.

It's not about money.

It's about our...

Mr. Pruitt?

Are you all right?

- Bailey?

- Mr. Pruitt?

- Bailey? Bailey? Bailey?

Somebody get this man some help!

He's having a heart attack!

Somebody help him!

- Jesus Christ.

- Bailiff, call 911.

- Bailey!

- Give him some air!

Get somebody in here now!

He's not breathing!

Bailey! Bailey!

My, uh...

My boy Mike once asked Bailey

how he got to be so fat.

He said it was...

because every time

he met somebody he liked,

his heart would grow

a little.

There were just so many

good people in Mystery...

that eventually his body

had to expand to accommodate.

He could have left if he wanted,

but he stayed.

Not because other worlds

weren't available to him.

Because he loved

this place.

"This is a hockey town,"

he'd say.

And he never said it like it was

something we should have to apologize for.

We're a hockey town.

I love this town, too, John.

You sent him,

didn't you?

To New York.

He won.

Game's back on?

You're in this now,

old bear.

You have to coach.

If I'm coaching,

I need a captain

on the ice.

Move it!

Move it, Stevie!

Come on, Birdie!

Move it!

- Move it, Birdie!

- I'm moving!

Let's go, guys! Let's do this!

Pick up your feet!

Push over!

Oh, man, I'm dying.

You lose a puck

over there in the bank,

you give it

to the other team.

If you lose a puck...

along the boards,

you gotta fight for it!

Do you understand me?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir!

Come on, you guys!

Pick 'em up!

Whoo!

So, who are you gonna get?

Oh, some celebrity.

- To sing the National Anthem?

- Uh-huh.

That's great.

Yeah. Yeah, it's good.

Coming!

Don't worry.

I didn't come here to sleep with you.

I came to see your husband.

Can I talk to you

for a second?

Uh...

I, uh,

I just wanted to say,

you know,

that I'm sorry.

Uh, the truth is,

I don't really think about anything.

I play hockey

and I fornicate...

because they're the two

most fun things in cold weather.

And...

when I get too old

to play in the game,

I'll probably just end up a drunk,

like my dad.

I didn't mean

to hurt you.

And, uh,

I know that your

being mayor and all,

this game is a real

positive reflection on you.

Anyway, I'm gonna do everything

I can to win this game...

for Mystery,

for dead Bailey,

for you.

That's all

I came to say.

- Oh, my God!

- Is the whole team in there?

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