The Mighty Ducks Page #4

- Everything's the same.

- Well, the game hasn't changed.

Why should my store ?

- Heard you became a doctor.

- Lawyer.

Oh, that's too bad.

Enjoy that ?

Well, l hardly

ever lose a case.

That is not what l asked.

Hmm ! l see you still have this up.

- Thanks very much.

- lt is important to remember the past.

l'd just as soon forget it.

That was the worse time in my life.

My dad died that year.

- The two are not related.

- No, but it felt like they were.

l found this not long ago.

He was proud of you.

l miss him.

You scored 198 goals

in that season, Gordon.

lt's a shame you quit. You --

- Could have gone all the way. Yeah.

- No !

You really loved to play.

You remember ? You remember...

you used to play on the ponds

until after dark,

until your father

called you back.

You really flew

on that ice, Gordon.

That's all l ever wanted to do.

Then why did you stop ? Reilly ?

l saw what he did to you.

Reilly is an idiot.

- The guy wins.

- lt's not about winning. lt never was.

Just show they how to play. Show them

how to have fun. Teach them to fly.

That is what they'll remember long after

you've gone back to being a doctor.

Lawyer.

And long after they've stopped

buying skates from me.

Here... there you are.

Sharpened, laced, ready to go.

- What's this ?

- Your new skates.

That is why you came here

tonight, isn't it ?

- l figured nine and a half

was your size.

- Actually, l'm a nine.

Wear thick socks, Gordon.

Enjoy them.

Here comes Bombay

on an end-to-end rush.

Past the blue line, past centre.

He's not skating, he's flying !

He fakes once,

he fakes twice.

Fakes three times !

Shoots ! Scores ! Yes !

Yes ! Yes ! Yes !

What a play !

What a guy !

Gordon Bombay does it again !

Great move, Gordy !

You faked him out of his pads.

Come here, son.

You look great out there. Come on,

let's go inside, get something to eat.

A few more minutes ?

Please ?

- Go on. Get outta here.

- Thanks.

[ Sighing ]

[ Knocking ]

- Hi, uh --

- Please, just go away.

Charlie doesn't want...

to be on the team any more, and neither

he nor l have anything to say to you.

- Well, l have something to say to you.

- Oh, really ?

Door-to-door mistreatment now.

Now the team can feel miserable

between games too, huh ?

l came to apologize to Charlie...

to both of you.

- What ?

- Apologize.

Well... you should.

Charlie.

Somebody's here to see you.

Hey, Charlie, how ya doin' ?

l was just, uh, walkin'

around thinkin' and, uh --

Wanna give us a minute ?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Listen, it was

very wrong of me...

to ask you and

the other guys to cheat.

l never should have

said to you what l said to you.

l was angry. l was frustrated.

lt took a lot of guts for you to do

what you knew was right. l admire that.

And, uh, l just wanted

to tell you that, uh,

that l'm --

Oh, boy, this is difficult.

- l'm --

- You're sorry.

l'm sorry. [ Louder ]

l'm sorry. All right ?

Tell your mom that hopefully it'll be

a lot more fun this time around.

What do you say ?

Do you want to stay for dinner ?

- What ?

- Charlie !

Uh, no, l --

l can't. Uh --

Well, what are you havin' ?

Mr Ducksworth,

there are two reasons l came by.

First off, l want to let

you know things are going well.

l'm learning a lot about teamwork,

fair play and all that junk.

Good, good.

And the second thing ?

Well, sir,

fair play doesn't come cheap.

These kids, my team,

have no money.

They can't afford rink time,

safe equipment, proper uniforms,

which makes it difficult

for them to compete.

Now imagine, sir, being ten years old

and stepping out onto that ice...

with old copies of the ''Enquirer''

taped to your shins instead of pads.

The point l'm trying to make, sir,

is that you wouldn't be taken seriously

and neither are these kids.

So l thought maybe

the firm could help 'em out.

How much are we talking about ?

- $15,000.

- No way.

Wait a minute. Think of the goodwill.

We name the team after the firm.

Suddenly, we're the good guys.

Ducksworth, Saver and Gross,

the firm that gives back

to the community.

Come on.

l'll get you your own jersey.

Ooo, yeah

Can you feel it baby

Ooo

l can too, Ooo

Ooo

Ooo, come on swing

Come on swing

Come on swing

C-Come on swing

Ooo

Ooo

lt's such a good vibration

lt's such a sweet sensation

lt's such a good vibration

lt's such a sweet sensation

Who is that kid ?

Thanks, Fulton.

-Fulton Reed. He's in one of my classes.

-How come he's not on the team ?

He only plays football. Some preppie

school gave him a scholarship...

as long as he doesn't play hockey.

- They don't want him gettin' hurt.

- l heard it was colleges.

He's been accepted to four of 'em.

- Yeah, but l heard he's got

to repeat the sixth grade.

- Ah, shut up.

Gordon Bombay ?

Bombay was a Hawk.

...Good vibration

lt's such a sweet sensation

Feel the vibration

lt's such a good vibration

Dude, check 'em out, man.

Holy cow.

- They're pretty good skaters.

- Anybody know who they are ?

That's Tommy Duncan. He's in my science

class. That's his sister, Tammy.

- Think they'd want

to play hockey with us ?

- [ Together ] Yeah !

Go get dressed.

l'll do the negotiating.

Just think of it

as figure skating... with a stick.

You're gonna love it, Tammy.

Hey, atta boy, Tommy !

Lookin' good, lookin' tough.

Give me five, show me you're alive !

Mom isn't gonna

like this at all.

So what ? You want me to figure skate,

then you gotta play hockey.

What do l know about hockey ?

More than you think.

Back to basics ! Skating !

Go ! Go ! Side to side.

Shift your weight.

Get comfortable on your edges.

That's good, that's good.

Keep your balance, Karp.

Trust your edges.

That's okay, Charlie.

Soft hands.

You don't shoot the puck

to your teammate. You sail it to him.

Karp, on your feet.

- You send it.

- Oh ! Gross !

You don't stop the pass.

You accept it. Cradle it.

- Oh !

- Again !

Concentration, not strength.

Like the Karate Kid, right ?

''Wax on ! Wax off !''

Just shut up and try it, Averman !

- You're such a jerk.

- Send it back, Averman.

Good, Averman. Charlie.

That's good. Good.

Now sail it back.

Oh ! Way to go !

Good, good.

Good, cradle it.

Cradle it.

Soft hands, soft hands.

- [ Splattering ]

- Oh !

Here it comes.

Nice and easy. Good.

- l did it ! l did it !

- All right.

Nice drill, coach.

Really very cute.

- But when are you gonna

work with me in goal ?

- Goldberg, do you trust me ?

My mother would not approve

of this, coach. She'd like me

to live to be bar mitzvah'd.

This is your bar mitzvah, Goldberg.

Today you will become a man.

Coach, l think you got the ceremonies

mixed up. lt's more like a circumcision.

Coach ! Will you come back here ?

What'd l ever do to you, man ?

District Five ! Ready !

Oh, man, l'm gonna die.

l'm gonna die.

- Aim !

- Nice knowin' ya, Goldie.

- Oh, please ! No !

- Fire !

[ Screaming ]

l wanna go home !

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