Mystery, Alaska Page #8

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Oh!

And a huge hit by Biebe!

It's payback time,

and that one's for Stevie Weeks.

Face-off on the Rangers'end.

Rangers get the draw.

Cangrapoole along the boards.

Lane pitches, and the puck squirts free.

- Jackson's got it!

- Eleven, pick him up!

Come on, boys.

Cover it!

He's gone on the breakaway.

This could really put Mystery away.

They're chasing,

butJackson's all alone.

- Come on!

- Jackson fakes and shoots!

A huge save by Holt!

Holt stood on his head.

I've never seen a save like that!

Great save, Holt.

Come on, guys.

Come on, Tree. Let's go, baby.

Come on, Galin. Let's go now.

Face-off at the Mystery

blue line.

Rangers win the draw.

Back to Rory.

- And both Winetkas forecheck.

- Take it in!

Galin knocks the puck to brother Ben

and carries it into the zone.

Connolly trails.

He has it in his sights.

He shoots...

Scores!

And he rips the shot

over Gainer's glove!

Yeah! Ha!

Yeah!

- Goal by 29.

- All right, we're back in it, boys!

Wow, Johnny!

Go! Go, go, go, go, go!

Let's go!

That makes it five to three,

and Mystery has a pulse again.

But the Rangers

control the puck.

Back to Wasson. He winds for the shot.

Marden drops to block.

- Oh, my god.

Oh, man! Does that gotta hurt!

- Oh, Mommy.

- He really took one in the siege for the team.

Mystery gets the loose puck

and heads the other way.

Now Marden is slow to get up.

And Phil, you don't see a guy just

lie down in front of a Billy Wasson...

90-mile-an-hour slap shot

very often.

Mystery is giving everything

they've got. This is great hockey.

Everybody in!

As soon as you cross

the blue line,

- Holt, you come, Skank, you go.

- Yeah.

Three men on the puck.

Defense, you gotta pinch!

Throw it at the net.

Everybody's gotta crash.

- Come on, let's go!

- Right with you, sir.

- Hang if you have to, Connor.

- Got it.

Blow it out your ass.

- Plenty of time. Plenty of time. Let's go!

- Come on, guys!

1:
26.

Two goals down.

- And time is running out for Mystery.

- Desperation time, Doug.

Look for Burns

to pull their goalie.

They want to get that extra attacker

into the play.

Come on! It's not over!

Mystery! Mystery!

- Mystery! Mystery!

- Mystery! Mystery!

Let's rock, boys.

Let's get it going!

Mystery! Mystery!

And Banks wins it.

Biebe carries.

- And there goes Holt.

Six attackers. The net's empty.

On the wing to Weeks. He gains the zone.

And here comes Mystery.

Let's see how they work the puck.

From right wing to right point,

down low to Birdie Burns.

Here comes Burns, working for a shot.

He's gonna shoot.

No, he passes the puck

to Biebe! Shoots!

- Scores!

- Yea!

Biebe scores off a great pass

from Birdie Burns.

- Yeah!

- Five to four, Mystery down by one,

and now, 43 seconds to play.

- It's not over yet!

- Who would have ever guessed it would get to this?

- Did you see that?

- Mystery, Alaska, one goal away from tying the New York Rangers.

Come on!

One more! One more!

Don't rush the shot.

Three men across the blue line.

Skank, you in the middle.

- Yeah.

- Work it down low, look for Connor. Don't rush it.

Forty-three seconds,

and then the rest

of your lives.

Forty-three seconds.

You own that time.

It's your time.

Am I right?

- Right on!

- Take it! Take it!

Mystery's gonna keep

their goalie on the bench.

Six on five,

with the empty net behind.

They're going for it.

Everything's on the line!

This is what this game's

all about.

Rangers win the draw.

Robertson for the empty net!

And he just missed it!

Plenty of time!

Plenty of time!

Biebe slowing it down

behind the net.

Stay high.

All the way in, Stevie.

Now Weeks takes it

and carries it on down the wing.

This kid still has got the jets.

- Yes! Yes!

They'll be working

to free up Connor Banks in the slot.

Here comes Mystery.

Banks trying to get free.

Biebe's got it!

Here comes Connor Banks!

He's got a shot!

Wow.

Mystery! Mystery!

- Good game.

- Good game.

- Good game.

- Good game.

Nice game.

Great game, son.

Great game, Judge.

- Stevie!

- Hey.

- I can't believe you're leaving.

- I know.

We never even had sex.

I'll be back

in a couple of months.

You better.

- For real?

- Can you believe it?

- Oh, man!

- Yeah, I know.

Your little garden

is gonna have fun.

There's some serious turnip to hoe

in New York City.

I'm not going to the New York Rangers

right away.

They're sending me to Binghamton,

which is like the AHL.

Yeah!

- Stevie Weeks too?

- Yeah.

Both to Binghamton, huh?

Two-way contracts.

To start with.

They'll make it.

They won't be coming back.

Shame they couldn't take

Skank with them, huh?

Well, good for you, John. You'll be

back in the Saturday game then.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Until you can

find a way to bump me again.

All right, folks.

Gotta go.

Love to stay,

but, uh, gotta go.

- You're not going on the helicopter?

- No.

There's no room on that thing. I got

a car waiting to take me to Fairbanks.

- Hey, Charlie.

- Yeah?

Thank you.

Yeah.

I'm gonna say goodbye

to Connor.

He's a...

You got a great

family there.

- I do.

- Yeah.

Well, we don't have to say goodbye,

really. I hope to be back in June.

Don't bring the Yankees.

I love you.

Bye.

Bye.

John.

Bye.

So that blocked shot

must have really hurt, huh?

Not too bad.

'Cause I have three hours

till my crew's ready to leave.

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