Slap Shot Page #10

- We're losin'!

- Teamwork, guys. More teamwork.

They're buryin' us alive!

- Eddie Shore?

- Oh, piss on Eddie Shore.

- Old-time hockey?

- Piss on old-time hockey!

You're blowin' it! Boys.

Every scout in the NHL is out there tonight

with contracts in their pocket,

and they're lookin' for talent, for winners!

Oh! All my years of publicity!

All the fashion shows,

the radiothons, for nothing?

They come here tonight...

to scout the Chiefs!

The toughest team in the Federal League!

Not this bunch of...

pussies!

Scouts?

This is more like it.

It just makes me feel real glad

to see the Chiefs back on the warpath

again... to coin a phrase.

God, it's been a long time

since this place saw my shadow.

- What am I doing here?

- You look fabulous. Now, come on.

Oh, my God. I'd forgotten.

Everybody is just on their feet screaming

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" This is hockey!

Let's go, Chiefs!

All right! Kill 'em!

They're pummelling each other!

Wait a minute.

Ned Braden is skating out

onto the centre of the ice. He...

He's not fighting, no. He's...

Ned Braden is starting

to take off articles of his uniform!

Way to go, Ned. Way to go.

I don't want any youngsters to get the

idea that this is the way to play hockey.

Stop that! That's disgusting!

- I protest!

- Protest? Protest what?

I'm glad Mrs Carr isn't here tonight,

because this is a lascivious display!

Take it off!

- Make him stop or we go!

- Get your paws off me, Scarface!

Stop him! This is a serious game,

not a freak show!

What do you mean, a serious game? What

are you talking about? This is hockey!

- You're afraid of these goons, aren't you?

- Watch out, punk!

- Get that pervert off the ice!

- Hands off me, or you forfeit the game.

Forfeit, my ass! Look at that!

All right. That's it. That's the game.

- You lose.

- What are you talking about, lose?

All right, come on, dummy, you won

the game. Come on, pick up your trophy.

Here ya go, ya bum.

The Chiefs have won

the championship of the Federal League!

He's gonna catch his death out there.

I said some bad things about the boy,

but we can explain that to

the exuberance and excitement of youth,

because he's certainly

changed his ways now.

My boy!

- Hi, Francine!

- Francine!

Come on, honey!

You got all the room in the world.

You ain't gonna hit anything. Come on!

- I got good news!

- Honey, I'm paying by the hour for this.

The Minnesota Night Hawks.

I'm coaching. The Big Apple!

- Somebody's pulling a practical joke.

- No! I got a contract back there in the car.

Hey, the Chiefs are history,

but the minute I get up to Minnesota,

I'm gonna bring my guys up there.

I mean, we're a solid act, honey.

We're starting out with something big.

- Oh, Jesus!

- What?

You don't have my number.

If you wanna get in touch with me,

just do it through the team.

The Minnesota Night Hawks,

remember? OK?

You could need

some money or something, or...

Well, maybe things just

won't work out the way you expect.

Jeez, we got a lot of years

between us, Francine.

- Some hard miles, you know?

- I know.

- Oh, shut up, you goddamn meathead!

- Honey, I gotta go.

- You gotta go.

Listen, if things don't work out, you can

get in touch with me in Minneapolis.

- Bye, Reggie.

- I could make a goddamn fortune.

- Is she comin' to Minnesota?

- For sure!

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