Sudden Death

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- Walk the wall on the left!

- I need a line!

I found her!

I found her!

I need some help

down here!

I need it now!

Anybody hear me?

Get down here now!

Come on!

Shepherd! Burr!

I got her! I can't move!

Come down here now!

Hold on.

They'll be here.

Move!

- I heard a voice.

- Help me!

I can't breathe!

Help me! Help me out!

Help me out!

Help me move it!

Bring up the skycam.

Pan it left.

Show me what God sees.

Okay, camera two, show me the stands.

- Three, give me the ice.

- Okay, graphic is up.

Uh, put game seven on preset.

How many technicians

are gonna be inside the arena?

We got 12 cameramen,

6 support... that's 18.

I want to limit their access.

Technicians and announcers

are the only ones cleared.

Hey, Spota, let us in.

Work don't stop just 'cause the

Vice President's coming, you know, babe.

Must be Republicans.

Having everybody check in through one

gate like this is a pain in the butt.

- It's only one night.

- It's the last game of the Stanley Cup.

Having the Vice President

here turns a headache into a concussion.

- I didn't vote for this guy.

- That's what makes what you're

doin' such a special gesture.

Hello, Pittsburgh.

Here we are in the seventh game of the

Stanley Cup finals. Penguins and Hawks.

Penguins in a come-from-behind

victory to shut down the Hawks.

Sh*t.

Sorry. Uh, my dog's missing.

We're out looking for him.

- Is it bad?

- What? You think this might be good?

- Let me see your license.

- Oh, sure.

Move. Move.

We are going to steal your car.

Don't get killed over it, huh?

It's the last game.

We got a couple of minutes to go.

Just 15 seconds to go!

He skates up to center.

He knocks down one defender.

He's skating like a madman around

the ice. He gets to the blue line.

He shoots. Whoa!

And he scores! Whoo!

- Scratch my back with a hacksaw...

- Yes!

Dad!

Hey!

- That's a fancy new stick.

- Michael gave it to me.

- Hi.

- How are you, Darren?

Darren, what are you

doing here?

- You can't stay.

We're getting ready to leave.

- It's his birthday.

And you've got him

all day tomorrow.

I just got these.

I thought the kids might wanna...

We're all going out

to dinner.

- Looks like those are Penguin tickets.

- They are.

It's the seventh game.

- Vice President's gonna be there.

- Daddy! Daddy!

- Hey, that's my hat!

- I can wear it. Mom said I could.

I did?

You know what that means?

- Not a clue.

- It means "I love you."

I love you too.

She's practicing to be deaf,

but that's still my hat!

- I'll get you a new one.

- You can't just take them

without talking to me first.

- Besides, you only have two tickets.

- I'm working at the arena.

- You're back to work, Dad?

- He's a fire inspector at the game.

- It's very important work.

- Are you a fireman again, Daddy?

Kind of, yeah.

Kathi tells me it's only temporary.

- He was trying to save a little

girl in a burning building...

- Are we going to the game?

Don't do this again. I mean it.

It's not fair to the kids... or me.

I promise.

Excuse me.

This is Andrew.

He's the head chef.

Nobody goes in that elevator,

and I mean nobody,

even if they have proper I.D.,

unless this man says it's okay.

If he doesn't know them,

they don't get in that elevator.

After you finish the Vice President's

party, this kitchen is closed.

- Have I made myself clear?

- Abundantly.

That's how I like it.

Abundantly.

Mrs. Ferrara?

Yes?

Let's just stroll into your house

like I'm your favorite nephew.

- Ackerman, Ekers.

- Yeah.

Come on, Mac. Mr. McCord makes sure

the building doesn't burn down.

Go on through, Mr. Mac.

And who's this beauty?

This is my daughter Emily

and my son Tyler.

- Want a stamp?

- Love a stamp.

Hey, can you guys play

after we get in?

Hey, hold your horses.

I'm getting a stamp here.

I'll never wash

this hand again.

- See you later, Mr. Mac.

- Okay.

- Joan.

- Hi, Darren.

- Are you working tonight?

- After I take Tyler to the locker room.

Hey, could you give Emily

a look at Icey?

Icey always loves company. Come on,

Emily, I'm gonna show you where Icey is.

Icey. Big deal.

Some fat guy in a ratty penguin suit.

That blonde you're staring at,

she's the fat guy.

- What's he doing?

- Shaping the blade.

They're like horseshoes. You get 'em

hot enough, you can bend 'em.

You, uh, recognize him?

Yeah. Luc Robitaille.

He waved at me.

You see that, Dad?

Luc Robitaille waved at me.

Come on, I'll introduce you.

He won't bite.

- Luc, this is Tyler McCord

and his father Darren.

- Hi, Tyler. How are you?

- Ca va?

- Bonjour.

Dad, what did he say?

He thinks, uh, they're gonna win.

Hey, that's Brad Tolliver!

- Dad, he doesn't have a rocking chair.

- A what?

My dad said you should be sitting in

a rocking chair instead of on the ice.

- Oh, is that so?

- You play hockey, Tyler?

No, but my dad played.

He was a goalie.

A little semi-pro in Canada.

It was a long time ago.

Come by some afternoon.

I'll show you the difference between

the game you played and the one I play.

I'll show you the difference between

the game you played and the one I play.

I can see the difference.

I got this one, man.

Yes.

You boys have fun?

Luc Robitaille talked to me,

and we saw Brad Tolliver close up.

Your friends are gonna

be so jealous of you.

- I wanna go with Icey.

- So does Tyler.

Icey has to hit the stands, guys.

I'll see you later.

Bye-bye.

Andrew, this is Emily and Tyler.

Pleasure.

- Be right back.

- Come. I want to show you something.

Whoa! Cool!

That's why you won't hear

anyone complain about my cooking.

- At least not to my face.

- You got a burnt-out light bulb.

Could you change it?

I've got my hands full.

Sure.

Is that what Daddy does,

change light bulbs?

No, Emily.

He's just helping out.

- Firemen don't do that kind of stuff.

- What kind of stuff?

- Uh, nothing.

- When are we gonna sit down?

Frequent Flyer is in and on

his way to the locker room.

Keep him moving.

The Penguin fans are anxious

to see for the first time...

- the Penguins kicking the Stanley Cup...

- Do you have any cookies?

You force your way in here with a gun,

and now I have to feed you?

You don't have to.

But I still have the gun.

I think I have some Fig Newtons.

Hey! Caution.

Caution keeps you safe.

I keep my machine gun

in with the produce.

Okay, Veep's comin' in.

Let's get decent!

Christ, Jefferson,

it's a locker room.

Duckerman, why don't you

put on a jock?

- Got any tape?

- You're covering the right head.

Let's go, let's go.

All right, guys, I'm privileged to

introduce Vice President Daniel Bender.

He's a big hockey fan

and he'd like to say a few words.

"A few words."

There's an optimist.

I want to wish you all

the best of luck and, uh,

are you Democrats

or Republicans?

Neither, sir. Canadians.

Well, in that case, good luck...

and I hope to toast

your championship after the game.

Sir, are you going to say the

same thing to the Blackhawks?

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