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the next guy in yourbusiness life.

- That's very inspirational, Dave.

- Thanks.

- Take care ofyourself.

- Yeah. We're gonna win tonight...

Jesus Christ. What a f***in' nightmare.

Braden!

Ned!

Hey!

Kid?

Hey, come on back!

You don't have to fight if you don't wanna.

You can do whatever you wanna do.

You know, I've had it with

the show business crap, too.

I don't know what hit me!

I'm drivin' up here, and I say to myself

"Who cares about Florida?"

Screw the sale.

It's probably a bunch of crap anyway.

No, that's bullshit.

Hey?

The team's history, kid.

There ain't no next year.

I'm tits-up after this game

no matter what happens.

But I'll tell you one thing.

We're gonna win

that f***in' championship tonight.

But we're gonna win it fair and square.

Old-time hockey,

none of this wrestling sh*t.

You know? What the hell?

It's my last game.

I'm gonna go out with style!

Play it straight!

I'd like to have you there with me.

Oh, uh... you know,

Lily's been staying at my place.

She's a terrific gal.

We've been havin' a hell of a time.

Reg! Hey, Reg!

- What?

- Want me to run in with stretchers?

Get outta here, you goddamn parasite.

This is Jim Carr. Jeff Hanson, I just can't

tell you the pleasure you've given us.

I'd like to ask one question.

Win, lose or draw,

this is the Chiefs'

last game before you leave.

- Anything you want to say to Flood City?

- What do you mean, Flood City?

Never mind, Jeff.

I guess that's before your time.

Reg Dunlop! How about a statement?

Good game, fella.

Good luck to you tonight.

Reg Dunlop

has just asked us to come back...

Girls! Outta here!

No hittin'.

The Chiefs are history, guys.

There ain't no Florida deal.

Come on, Reg.

What are you talkin' about?

I just made that sh*t up.

We're deader than this stinkin' town is.

Dead history!

I conned you guys. I just lied to you.

We were never anything

but a rich broad's tax write-off.

It made no difference

whether we won or lost.

- Nail 'em!

- Kill 'em!

You know, we ain't hockey players.

We've been clowns.

We've been goons!

We're the freaks in a f***in' sideshow.

We're nothing but a bunch of criminals.

We oughta be in jail, that's all there is.

- I'm ashamed.

- Not you, Coach?

Yeah. Really ashamed of myself.

See, Ned was right.

Violence is killin' this sport.

It's draggin' it through the mud.

If things keep up the way they are, hockey

players'll be nothing but actors, punks.

Well, I'm not playin'

my last game that way.

- Last game?

- Yeah.

It's my last game,

and I wanna play it straight.

No more "Nail 'em."

No more "F*** with 'em." That's finished.

I wanna win that championship tonight,

but I wanna win it clean.

Old-time hockey,

like when I got started, you know?

Jeez. Toe Blake, Dit Clapper,

Eddie Shore, those guys were the greats.

I don't know what to say.

Christ, it's up to you.

- Reg is our coach.

- Yeah, sure. Old-time hockey!

- Like Eddie Shore.

- Yeah.

Coach, our line starts?

- Sure.

- Yeah!

We got a game to win.

Everybody on the ice. Come on, guys.

Evening, boys.

Wimpy, how are ya?

Crash, how are you? Scotty.

Better than Philadelphia this time!

You're gonna eyeball

the new Charlestown Chiefs.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this has

all the earmarks of a hockey classic.

The championship confrontation between

the Syracuse Bulldogs... Here they come!

The rags-to-riches, Cinderella contenders

of the Federal League, the Chiefs!

Let's go, Chiefs!

Let's go, Chiefs! Let's go, Chiefs!

Let's go, Chiefs! Let's go, Chiefs!

Let's go, Chiefs! Let's go, Chiefs!

Let's go, Chiefs! Let's go, Chiefs!

I can't explain this delay.

I don't know why Syracuse

elected to miss the warm-up.

The Chiefs have already

skated over to their bench.

Well, it just might be that Syracuse is

afraid to come out and face the Chiefs.

Oh, thanks, Bill.

Good heavens.

I've just been handed the Syracuse roster,

and it appears the Syracuse Bulldog

management is just real thirsty

for a big, grudge-match type

victory here tonight.

They've brought back,

just for this one contest, some colourful...

Oh, and here they come now,

led by someone we all know very well,

Tim "Dr Hook" McCracken!

And here's a name from the past.

Ross "Mad Dog" Madison!

Ross, as you know,

never travels anywhere

without his longtime friend and attorney,

Sam "Small Print" Lyman!

Here's one for nostalgia fans! Clarence

"Screaming Buffalo" Swamptown!

I'll never forget an interview

I did with him years ago,

when Buffalo revealed he liked to call

his hockey stick "The Big Tomahawk".

He usually refers to opposing

players as "The Little Scalps".

I thought he'd been suspended for ever.

Andre "Poodle" Lussier, defence.

Andre, of course, has been living

in semi-seclusion in Northern Quebec

ever since the unfortunate

Denny Pratt tragedy.

Not Poodle!

And from Mile Forty, Saskatchewan,

where he now runs a doughnut shop,

number 15, former penalty-minute

record holder of the Federal League

for the years 1960 to 1968 inclusive,

Gilmore Tuttle!

Oh, gee. Hold the phone.

This is an unscheduled surprise.

It's him.

This young man has had

a very trying rookie season,

what with the litigation, the notoriety,

his subsequent deportation to Canada,

and that country's refusal to accept him.

That's more than

most 21-year-olds could handle.

- Ogil-terp.

- Ogie Ogilthorpe!

Hi, Ogie.

Buy you a soda after the game?

Hi. You know Toe Blake?

No?

We'll straighten you out, you little prick.

How.

- They don't call me Dr Hook for nothing.

- How you doin'?

All right, now. No high-sticking.

No tripping. No slashing.

Major surgery. Open-heart.

- I'm waitin' for quiet.

- Yeah, you'll have quiet.

Give 'em hell!

Give 'em the old-time hockey!

- Good crowd.

- Shirley!

- Teamwork! Teamwork! Teamwork!

- Eddie Shore!

Come on! Get up! Get up!

One with the universe.

One with the universe. Nothing matters.

This reporter is stunned! The Charlestown

Chiefs are not fighting back!

Keep the guys off me!

You f***in' moron!

The Chiefs' performance has

to be a bitter disappointment

to these 4,000-odd Charlestown fans

who have packed this War Memorial,

paying good money

to witness this... this fiasco.

Get Ogie!

Move away, Wanchuk!

You're screening me.

You're screening me! Move away!

Give him some of that back!

Don't let him push you like that!

Come on!

- Get up!

- Get off your ass!

I don't know what's wrong.

You bums! You're no damn good!

Get up off your ass!

- OK. Let's get some speed out there.

- Cement-heads.

Keep your eyes open. Better passing.

Better passing.

We got a big period coming up out there.

Try to come back with the wingers,

maybe. Tonight's the night.

- Who wants ice packs here?

- Charlie, over here!

We need

some more coordination out there.

- Keep your eyes open. Better passing.

I'm comin'! I'm comin'!

- All right. All right.

- Mother of God.

I want a big rally this period. A big rally.

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