Sudden Death Page #6

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- Hello?

- Emily.

Don't let him know it's me. I'll get

you out. I'll take you home, I promise.

Look around and tell me

how many people are there.

Twelve.

Well, now, wasn't that sweet?

She included me, Tom.

Tell me what an A.O.P. is, or I'm gonna

shoot this cute little pumpkin.

Listen to me. Listen good.

If you touch her,

you look at her cross-eyed, you lose.

How do you figure that, fireman?

Okay, here's the game

and here are the rules.

You've got your hostages and your bombs,

so you can get your money.

I'm gonna try to stop you,

but I don't want anyone to get hurt.

You stop me, you win.

I get your bombs, I win.

You stop me, you win.

I get your bombs, I win.

That's the game,

you piece of sh*t.

If you touch her, the game's off.

Then I'll come after you.

You'll have to kill me in front of every

body in this arena. There will be panic.

The Secret Service, S.W.A.T., the

f***ing navy will have to come in here.

Then you don't get your money.

You lose, pal.

Well, that's not bad

for a civil servant.

Oh, by the way,

in the Secret Service,

A.O.P. is "assault on principle."

- In this case, our Vice President.

- I don't give a sh*t.

Ooh, now, Tom, come on. If we're

gonna play, you got to play nice.

You run your ass off. I know where the

bombs are, so I know where you're going.

Then come and get me.

Would you like

a glass of wine or a cigarette?

It's customary to offer these

minor vices to someone before they die.

- I'm not afraid of you.

- Sure you are.

- I'm the scariest person you've seen.

- You're the meanest.

Am I, now?

How do you suppose I got that way?

Maybe when you were born

you had something wrong with your brain.

Don't you know any little boys like me?

If there were any at my school,

they'd get expelled.

I can assure you there are one or two.

I'm gonna kill your daddy.

What do you think about that?

He promised he'd take me home.

He always does what he says.

So do I.

We're in the third period.

The Penguins on the rush.

Tamer brings it in.

He puts it in!

Ron Francis!

Oh, buy Sam a drink

and get his dog one too!

Chicago desperate to get

back into this game.

Sutter fires and scores!

Chicago does get the third goal!

I tell ya, Mike, I don't think

Tolliver looks like himself right now.

We shouldn't be surprised. He had

a 104 degree temperature earlier today.

He looks like he's struggling

in that goal for the Penguin.

- Yo, Ref.

- He's calling for the referee.

- He might wanna go to the bench.

- Tolliver is gonna head that way.

- Backup for the Penguins is Ken Wregget.

- What's the matter?

I really feel like sh*t.

I don't think I can goal.

Go to the locker room. Wregget!

- Get in there.

- Let's go, Kenny.

Now in goal for Pittsburgh,

number 31, Ken Wregget.

Hey, fireman, where are you?

- You don't call, you don't write.

- I'm not far away.

- How many have you found?

- How many what?

I could detonate all ten right now.

Go ahead. Then you lose.

Nervous stomach, fireman?

He's at number seven.

Get somebody there.

Charge!

Roberts cannot get it out.

Chelios in deep. A shot off the stick!

Section B. Now.

Chelios guns it ahead

to Bernie Nicholls.

Here he comes!

Look out!

He shoots and scores! Bernie Nicholls

carried it in, right down the slot.

A heavy slap shot.

An old-fashioned shoot-out here

at the Stanley Cup competition.

Up the alley now,

center circle.

Lines it up to the Penguins.

He'll get the puck out.

He really shakes his stick.

Mike, they're making some noise

down here and I'm not sure why.

I don't believe this. Brad Tolliver

is actually coming back into the game!

This is a guy that once

finished a game with a broken ankle.

Takes a lot of guts to come back in

at this point with Chicago leading, 4-3.

They're on the verge of winning

their first Stanley Cup since 1960.

Now he's just sitting on the bench.

Feeling better?

Then get the f*** in there.

And here he comes.

Now back in goal for Pittsburgh,

number 35, Brad Tolliver,

replacing number 31, Ken Wregget.

I don't know what he did, if he

just recharged his battery or what,

but this guy was really sick

and he's gonna try to finish the game.

Can he can make the big saves to keep

the Penguins within striking distance?

He's got all summer to get better.

There's Tolliver, with the crowd

here literally crazy on their feet.

Penguins looking for a lift here

to try and get back in this game.

Here we go!

Chicago will control the face-off.

- They'll dump it to the Penguin end.

- Stay down there.

- Oh, Christ.

- Chicago drives it back

into Pittsburgh territory.

Chicago slips it back

behind the Pittsburgh goal.

The Penguins try to get the puck back,

and they do just that.

They scramble now

and deliver up the right side.

They have to stay on offense. Tolliver

is not challenging the shooters.

- He hasn't challenged much all night.

- Oh, sh*t.

Move out!

Move out!

Goddam it, move out!

He's gonna come out.

He'll challenge.

Tolliver hits his head on the ice,

and he's hurt, but play continues.

The puck gets free.

The Penguins have command.

The Penguins trail by only one.

Tolliver hit his head on the ice

so hard his kids will be born dizzy.

This is Chicago on the attack.

What a save by Brad Tolliver!

That's the save of the year!

He oughta get five to ten

for robbing the Hawks on that...

to keep the Penguins within a goal.

Not to mention, Paul,

that he's been sick.

He didn't challenge much this game. Now

he comes up with the save of the year.

No question about it,

that is his biggest save ever.

- He makes a move in front of the net.

- What's he doing?

- He just slammed Dubinsky!

- Tolliver, what the f*** are you doing?

He gave him a right cross

and knocked him down.

He's gonna get

a game misconduct and a fine.

He's put his team shorthanded.

The Penguins now are really in the hole.

Strange night for Tolliver.

I don't know what he's up to.

Tolliver, that's

a thousand-dollar fine!

Get outta the way!

Who the hell are you?

What the hell...

Aaah!

Ysebaert will rebound.

He'll turn and shoot.

Less than three minutes to go. He'll

have to find the puck. And he does.

Face-off.

Off the puck he goes!

Chicago has it back again with two

minutes to go in third-period action.

On the move. The Blackhawks

stopped by the Penguins' line.

The Penguins desperately

trying to get back and tie.

The Chicago Blackhawks

hold on to a 4-3 lead.

Penguins have to look for a big gun

to try and topple Chicago again.

Just moments away, they're gonna pack up

the Stanley Cup and take it to Chicago.

Just moments away, they're gonna pack up

the Stanley Cup and take it to Chicago.

Intercepted by Chicago!

Big check on

John Cullen of the Penguins.

Jagr going for the net, Naslund shoots,

and he's stopped by Belfour.

A minute, thirty-five to go

in the third period.

That's all that remains

for Chicago to win the Stanley Cup.

The Penguins need a rally

to tie the game.

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