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[crowd cheering]
crowd: Youngblood! Youngblood!
Youngblood!
[sticks clacking]
[skates scratching on ice]
[cheering crescendos]
man: Dean!
[stirring instrumental music]
[puck clangs]
[crowd cheering]
[♪♪♪]
[players speak indistinctly]
boy 1: Pass!
boy 2: Yes!
boy 3: Yeah, Dean, come on.
Come on, Dean!
Pass the puck!
-[cheering] -Dean, I’m open!
older kid: Here, watch this.
[♪♪♪]
boy 3: Come on, Dean. Over here.
Yo! Come on, Dean! Pass the puck!
[grunting]
-Come on. Let’s go, hot dog.
Come on! boy: Come on, Jason, fight!
Jason: Come on! boys: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Jason: What’re you looking over there for, huh?
Let’s go, superstar.
-Stay out of it, Kelly.
Sit down.
boys: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Jason: Hit me, man. Come on. Hit me!
-[Dean grunts] boys: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Jason: Come on. Let’s go, kid. Hit me back.
man: All right, boys! Break it up.
Each to a side.
-Yeah, it’s easier to just quit, isn’t it?
Ruby: What are y’all yelling about, Blane?
-And, Dean, get back here and pick up this gear.
-Blane. Blane: Boy, when I tell you.
-Blane!
-The boy can’t be this soft, Rue.
Ruby: That boy is nine years old.
Blane: Yeah, and how old is too old
for him to understand what’s comin’ at him?
Ruby: You had it hard.
That doesn’t mean he needs to learn that way.
Hey... -[Blane sighs]
-The world is hard enough.
Now make yourself useful and please get dinner started.
[Ruby chuckles]
-Yes, dear? -Yes... dear.
-Mm.
Ruby: Tell me, how do you win hockey games?
-By scoring goals.
-And how do you score goals?
-Shooting the puck in the net.
-And how many goals do you get for fightin’?
Mm-hmm.
They wanna fight you because you’re good, Dean.
There are people walking around out there
carrying a lotta hurt.
Don’t let someone else’s pain change who you are.
Promise? -Promise.
Ruby: You remember this?
The Winged Wheel is a symbol for speed and motion.
Whenever you see this pin,
I want you to remember what I just said. Okay?
[whimsical cartoon music]
[crashes]
[laughter]
[gasps]
[breathes shallowly]
[unsettling music]
[gasping exhale]
Dean: Dad!
[echoing footsteps rumbling]
Blane: Rue? Rue?
[inaudible conversation]
[unsettling music intensifies]
[Blane sighs heavily]
[stirring instrumental music]
[skates scratching on ice]
[♪♪♪]
[coughing]
-Again.
Blane: What I need you to understand
is that nobody’s offering you any free handouts.
Now, hockey will teach you
what you need to know about life.
What you need to... to... to survive in this world.
But you gotta work three times harder
than the next man.
Nice. C’mon. C’mon! One, two, three...
I wish it wasn’t the case, but that’s the way it is.
[punches thumping]
Come on, there you go.
So, use it.
Let it drive you.
Let it push you.
[skates scratch smoothly]
Get up, get up, get up. Why you lookin’ scared?
Hit me.
Harder. Harder.
C’mere.
[stirring music continues]
Go.
Again.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Nice. Nice.
C’mon, c’mon!
[Dean grunting]
Blane: There we go. Again.
[Dean grunting]
[skates scratching on ice]
Blane: Those boys out there are not your friends.
They think you’re trying to take
what belongs to them.
They’ll do anything they can to beat you down.
Don’t you ever hesitate
when some boy steps to you again.
Not ever.
[panting]
[exhales]
[players shouting indistinctly]
-[goal horn honks] -How’s that taste, boy?
[imitates gorilla] Dean: What’d you say?
What’d you call me?
[stick slams hard]
[whistle screeches]
[indistinct shouting]
[easy hip-hop music]
♪ Ay, ay ♪
♪ Gotta get away ♪ ♪ Gotta get away ♪
♪ Gotta get away from here ♪
♪ Gotta get away ♪ ♪ Gotta get away ♪
[clattering]
-Two more days, man.
Dean: Yo, all this time,
I didn’t think you could count that high.
[Kelly chuckles]
-Startin’ to feel real though, am I right?
-Doesn’t even matter, man.
Suspension might be over, but the season’s done.
-Well, I’m not the only one countin’ down the days, man.
-Yeah. [scoffs]
[Kelly chuckles]
[hip-hop music continues]
Blane: Come on, Wings!
-These refs, man! -Ah!
Kelly: I can call a better game with one eye.
Want another one, Pop? -Yeah.
[stick and puck clacking]
-Yo, D!
Yo!
Come watch the game with us, man.
Dean: Nah, man, I’m good.
-Look at this.
[car shuts off]
[car door shuts]
-Oh, thanks, Kelly.
It’s good to see you’re keeping in shape, Dean.
-Yeah, yeah. Not much else to do.
-You wanna tell me why we haven’t heard from you...
or anyone else since Dean was suspended?
I mean, one minute, he’s a top prospect.
Next, everybody’s pissin’ off.
-Um... oh, so, what...
what brings you to Southfield, Coach?
-Hamilton Mustangs.
They’re finishing their season.
They’re going into the playoffs.
They’ve been decimated by injuries.
Blane: So what’s that gotta do with Dean?
-Lucas Turco, he’s the GM there.
He’s a friend of mine, and more importantly,
they’re calling up two players...
two players to fight for one spot.
-So, they’re okay with Dean coming off his suspension?
-Dean served his time.
We all have to move forward. Blane: "Forward"?
You know my son lost a whole season.
Lost his scholarship.
You gonna tell me about moving forward?
Hall: Blane, I stuck my neck out
to vouch for Dean’s character.
And now we all, all of us, we have to...
we have to put that unfortunate
incident behind us.
-Inconvenient racial incident.
Dean: Um...
Who... who... who’s the coach?
Hall: Murray Chadwick still.
[Kelly scoffs]
Hall: He’s been there for six years.
Since they brought him up from Omaha, he’s...
he’s done right by the team.
Guys, listen...
This is Dean’s...
It’s not his best shot, I’ll be honest with you,
it’s probably his only shot to get back on the radar.
[door creaks closed]
-What do you know about this Chadwick that I don’t?
[Kelly huffs]
-This wasn’t a...
honorable discharge sort of situation.
He got shuffled for a reason, Pop.
[punches thumping]
Kelly: Let’s go, hotshot. -[Dean grunting]
Kelly: C’mon. C’mon.
[punches thumping]
-All right, all right, okay.
You come at me.
Come on, hit me.
Don’t you turtle on me, boy. -I’m not.
-Then get your head out that shell.
Hit me.
-I can take you.
-All right.
-[thudding blow] -Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
C’mon, you gotta do better than that, boy.
[Blane winces]
Hoo...
Hey, that’s it, that’s it!
Kelly: Kid looks ready, Pop.
-You give them zero excuses.
When you get there, you find the toughest guy,
and you put him on his ass.
We done worked too long and hard
for you to let anybody take this from you.
Look at your little brother. -Yeah.
[pleased chuckle]
[keys jingle]
-Wait, the old truck?
Blane: Kelly fixed it for ya.
[Dean laughs happily]
-Hey, thanks, Pop.
Blane: Hmm.
Dean: Thanks, man. -Appreciate ya.
[gentle music]
[♪♪♪]
[door shuts]
[whistle screeches]
Murphy: All right, boys,
just like we talked about in the room.
Three on two. Single re-group.
I want to focus on passing and communication.
You got that? players: Yes, Coach!
Murphy: All right, we’re gonna run Youngblood
and Savoy through some line combos.
Don’t go easy on ’em. Sutton!
-Let’s do this, boys! Get the blood going!
[tense music]
-Ready?
[whistle screeches]
[player calls out indistinctly]
Murphy: Come on, Savoy.
player: Come on, boys, skate! Skate!
Go, go, go!
player: Where’s the shot? Where’s the shot?
goalie: Cheap shot, rook!
player: Ahh, shit! Murphy: Next group, come on!
All right, go get it! -[slaps puck]
-Okay, Youngblood, go get it. Get it!
Let’s go! Let’s go! player: Go wide!
[players shouting indistinctly]
[skates scratching on ice]
[puck clacks]
Josh: That’s too easy. Murphy: Nice save, Lempy.
Come on, Youngblood.
Okay, go again.
[whistle screeches]
Murphy: Go get it! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Let’s get the shot! -[puck thuds in glove]
Murphy: Nice, Lempy!
-I don’t even want this puck.
Nice try, kid.
player 1: Lempy, you got it!
player 2: Nice save, Lempy!
[whistle screeches]
Murphy: Next line.
[puck clacks]
Murphy: Hustle boys, hustle! player: Wheels, wheels!
-Yeah, here, Youngblood. -Boards, boards.
player: Pretty D, baby!
[players shouting indistinctly]
[puck clangs on post]
[Josh groans]
Josh: Pick up your man.
Murphy: That a boy, Lempy. Nice save, bud.
Come on, boys!
Okay, go again.
[players and Murphy shouting on ice]
Murphy: All right, let’s run it again,
let’s run it again!
Turco: So, what do you think?
-I like Savoy.
He’s strong on the puck.
Good kid.
-No, Youngblood.
His metrics were right up there with the best
before he had to sit. -Yeah, Turc, I know.
I’m not blind. He’s a good player,
but it’s also complicated with him, right?
And that’s my call, as far as I remember.
-It’s time to turn over every stone, Murray.
You built a strong culture,
we’ve had great regular seasons,
but nothing in the playoffs, not a single round.
-You weren’t exactly puttin’ up banners
before I got here, man.
-Let me be clear,
I’m expecting a deep run this year.
player: That’s your man, that’s your man!
Murphy: Move that puck!
[indistinct shouting]
-[whistle screeches] -[players gasp]
[Dean exhales]
-Oh, shit, you all right?
-Yo, what was that shit, man?
You had to take me down? -You want to go, rook?
-Hey!
-What, ’cause you can’t-- -[thudding punches]
-[whistle screeching] Murphy: Boys, boys!
Hey, hey! -[indistinct shouting]
Murphy: Off the ice now!
player: Youngblood, chill out!
[♪♪♪]
[players talking indistinctly]
Chadwick: Hey, Erv. Send him up to Turco’s office
when you’re done, yeah? -Yeah, will do.
-Yeah, maybe give him a brain transplant
while you’re at it.
-Yeah, don’t worry,
they don’t let me do those anymore.
[laughs]
Chadwick: Come in.
Trying to get yourself a second suspension
out there, or what?
-Oh, no, I... I was defending myself.
-I’m gonna tell you right now, that bullshit that you pulled
back in Detroit, that’s not...
that’s not gonna fly up here, okay?
-Uh... -[door opens]
Turco: Dean Youngblood.
Dean: Uh, hi.
-Your brother was Kelly.
-Yeah, he, uh... he still is.
-It’s a shame how things went down for him.
-Right, yeah. -Have a seat.
All right, full transparency,
your old Coach Hall called in a favor
to get you out here.
-I understand.
-But now that we’ve seen you,
we think there might be a place for you here,
if you’re willing to put in the work.
-Uh, yeah... of course. -[phone buzzing]
-All right, good. We got a couple games
left in the regular season.
Gives you enough time to shake off the rust.
[clears throat]
You got high-end skills, Dean.
But at this level, that’s not enough.
You gotta have it between the ears, too.
-Yeah, I understand.
Uh, thank you.
Thank you, Coach.
Turco: Welcome to the team.
[door opens and shuts]
Chadwick: I’m gonna say this one time.
On my team,
the Mustang on your chest
is way more important than the name on your back.
And if you remember that, there’ll be no problems.
Clear? -Clear.
-Okay, then.
[soft, uncertain music]
[stirring music builds]
[grunts softly]
[sighs]
[knock on door]
-What’s up, li’l dude?
Is your, uh, your mom home?
-I’m not a dude!
[footsteps approach]
-I’m so sorry about that. [chuckles]
Um, Dean?
-Yes. -Maggie.
-Nice to meet you. -Come on in. Winnie!
Sutton stayed with us his rookie year.
Now, he’s a top prospect for the Rangers.
Uh, it’s private.
You know, you have a shower, kitchenette.
And the Wi-Fi password’s easy to remember...
99-66-87-97.
-Gretzky, Lemieux, Crosby, McDavid.
-[laughs] Yeah. It was Winnie’s idea.
Curfew is 11:00, even for your lady friends.
And look, it’s... all clean slates here.
Leave your past where it is
and focus on what you came here to do, okay?
-Yeah.
-Winnie made the cookies.
♪ With my love ♪
♪ All you need... ♪
[phone buzzing]
-Yes, star, what’s the word?
-Hey, look. Where’s Pop? Kelly: He’s right here.
Yo, Pop! It’s Dean.
-You gonna tell us some good news, or what?
-I made the team!
-Let’s go!
-Hey, look, man, I got a game Sunday.
I can get y’all tickets.
-You did like I told you?
-Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
They know I’m not backin’ down from nobody.
Blane: Just stay the course.
That’s when good things will happen.
Dean: Yeah, I know, Pop.
-You’re mumbling. I can’t hear you.
-I said, I know, Pop.
Blane: You call me if you need anything, all right?
Dean: Yeah, yeah.
[phone clunks on table]
-Yo, I’m proud of you, man. For real.
-Thanks, Kel.
[relieved exhale]
Whoo!
[rap music playing in locker room]
[players chattering]
player 1: Thought you said you’re working on your shot?
Hewitt: Yo, X, better keep that chin tucked.
He’s comin’ for round two.
-Go tell him that.
Sutton: Hey, rook. Welcome to the team.
You got good wheels, man.
We could have used you, like, 30 games ago.
-Nah, Cap. He wasn’t playin’ 30 games ago.
-[players laughing] player: Asshole.
Hewitt: Get used to it. Captain Quebec.
Sutton: Would you guys be quiet, man?
Hewitt: Hey, X-Man. Xavier: What?
Hewitt: I heard your sister’s comin’ to the game tonight.
Xavier: Huh? Shut up. -Oh, yeah.
Chadwick: On my whistle, let’s go!
-[whistle screeches]
-Wheels, wheels! -Skate, skate, skate.
-Keep the spacing! Murphy: Come on, boys!
[whistle screeches]
Let’s go! Move the puck!
There you go. There you go.
-That’s it. -[skates scratch on ice]
[whistle screeches] player: Left side! Left side!
-Pick it up! Pick it up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, Youngblood, move the puck.
player 1: I’m open! -Youngblood!
player 2: Pass the puck! -[whistle screeches]
[puck clangs on post]
-Hey! player: Wow, Lempy, you suck.
Chadwick: Youngblood, you’re playing for the Mustangs.
It’s not the Youngbloods, it’s the Mustangs.
When I say move the puck,
I don’t mean hold on to the puck,
I mean move the puck!
Let’s go!
[whistle screeches]
[unsettling music]
[shower rushing]
player 1: Go hit the shower, Youngblood.
player 2: Hey, bro.
[♪♪♪]
[door creaks open]
[sucks teeth]
-Punk-ass cowards.
[door rattles]
Shit!
-Oh. [chuckling]
Locked out?
-Nah. Nah, I’m... I’m good.
-Okay, well, you do a great impression
of a guy who’s locked out, then.
I’ll, uh, tell Dougie there’s a stray Mustang in the hall.
-Okay. Uh, yeah. Thanks.
Yeah, I’m... I’m...
I’m Dean.
-And I’m... gonna walk through this door, okay?
Watch and learn.
[door shuts]
[garage door creaks]
Blane: Go on, take your time.
Kelly: Comin’, Pop.
-Early is on time, on time is late,
and late is what?
-Unacceptable. -There it is.
-I’m sorry. -[engine cranking]
[laughs]
[light, tense music]
[♪♪♪]
Mason: Well, there is electricity in the air
here in Westdale Arena,
as the Hamilton Mustangs take on the Orillia Titans.
And a bit of a surprise
to talk about with the Mustangs.
O’Connor: That comes in the form of
18-year-old Dean Youngblood.
He’s a call-up from Detroit,
and they are very high on this prospect.
He’s known for his speed and his scoring.
We’ll see what he can bring here tonight.
[excited crowd chatter]
-Youngblood, get up here.
Rookies gotta run the gauntlet alone.
player: That’s right. -And lose the helmet.
Give it to me. player: Free up. Take it off.
Hewitt: Come on, hotshot, don’t be scared.
Come on, rookie.
[arena announcer calls Youngblood]
[crowd cheering]
[thrilling music builds]
O’Connor: It’s a great tradition in hockey,
sending out the old rook for a solo lap,
but it’s everything that a young kid dreams of,
getting that one lap as he makes his rookie debut.
-All right, let’s do this, boys.
Let’s go! Let’s do it!
[crowd cheers noisily]
Good luck to you. Good luck to you.
[upbeat music blasting]
[cheering]
announcer: Please rise if you’re able...
Mason: Mustangs and Titans,
here we go.
O’Connor: And this is a massive game
for the Mustangs.
They’re gonna need everybody on board in this 60 minutes
as they fight for playoff position.
We’ll see if they can get off to a good start tonight.
Mason: Titans wasting no time
going right to work on the offense.
Working the puck down low,
trying to get somebody loose out in front.
Here comes the pass. Big shot.
-[puck clangs on post] -Scores!
And the Titans take a one-to-nothing lead.
O’Connor: Mustangs with confusion in their own zone,
and now they’re gonna trail
one to nothing after 20 minutes.
And Coach Chadwick can’t be happy with that.
[arena organ plays]
[inaudible dialogue]
player: Boards! Boards!
[crowd shouting]
[players shouting indistinctly]
Chadwick: Okay, Harrison. Line. Let’s go!
[blades clack on ice]
Good work, boys.
[players shouting indistinctly]
[crowd cheering]
Mason: This is Sutton, working it down low
along the boards.
He’s looking for a little bit of room,
and he’s gonna find it.
Here comes a chance.
He scores! -[players and crowd cheer]
Sutton, what a move! What a goal!
O’Connor: Mustangs needed a response,
and they found it from their captain, Denis Sutton,
with just an amazing individual effort
to tie this game up at one apiece.
-Sutton, stay out there.
-Why don’t you ride these other pigeons, man?
announcer: Mustang goal.
-What is this?
-What’d I say about this guy, Pop?
[crowd shouting]
fan: Let’s go, Mustangs!
referee: Wait. Be still.
Mason: And face-off in the neutral zone.
Webb-Trotter and Xavier Harris out there.
Harris looking for a bit of room, he’s--
[crowd jeers]
And Harris is crunched by Webb-Trotter!
Big hit! And a message sent there.
O’Connor: Message sent and message delivered.
And Harris, he is laboring to the bench.
And Coach Chadwick has to be concerned about his player.
Makes you wonder if that opens the door of opportunity
for 18-year-old rookie, Dean Youngblood,
to get his first shift of the game.
[music playing in arena]
fan: Yeah, let’s go, boys. Let’s go.
-Get a shift yet?
-Bro, shut up and play the game.
-Gonna need surgery for those splinters
in your ass, Youngblood. -Yeah? You got jokes?
-Yeah? -Hey!
[crowd jeers]
-[whistle screeches] -Goddamn it!
Mason: Youngblood, very undisciplined,
on the bench, and he is gonna
take a penalty. Wow.
referee: Ten White, unsportsmanlike.
-Oh, I know you’re not buyin’ that dive, ref.
-Shut your mouth and get in the box.
-Let’s go.
O’Connor: Coach Chadwick can’t be happy
with that reaction from the 18-year-old rookie.
He’s about to take a penalty
before he even has his first shift
in a Mustangs sweater.
And now his team is going to be at a disadvantage
as he’ll sit in the penalty box
for two minutes on this one.
And the Titans about to go on the power play.
[somber music]
fan: You’re out of the game!
-Pop... Blane: Pathetic.
fan: Let’s go, Mustangs!
[door slams shut]
[banging stick]
[players cheering loudly]
["CTRL + ALT + DEL" by Banx & Ranks and Reve playing]
-Woo-hoo! Ha, ha!
Woo!
player: Good job, boys.
Chadwick: All right, listen up, boys! Listen up!
[music stops]
Hell of an effort tonight, gentlemen.
-[players whoop and clap] -Fantastic.
Yeah! players: Hey, boys!
-You dug deep as a team.
You battled hard as a team. And you held your ground...
together: As a team! Chadwick: A what?
-A team! Woo! Chadwick: That’s right!
And the shorthanded goal, Sutsy!
[players cheer]
So, without further notice, the crown goes to...
Denis Sutton!
Sutton: Thank you, Coach. But if you don’t mind,
I’d like to put this on Lempy’s head,
since he carried us all night!
-Woo!
We’re going to Lucky’s club!
[players cheering]
[line ringing]
[somber music]
[footsteps slopping in snow]
[line continues ringing]
[line ringing]
Blane: Hi, this is Blane. I’m not here right now.
Leave a message. -[beep]
-Uh... hey, Dad.
Hey, I must’ve, you know, missed you after the game.
Just gimme a call when you can.
[♪♪♪]
[sniffles]
[knock on window]
[chokes back tears]
Hey, what’s up?
-Tough night, rook?
Uh... the guys usually head to Lucky’s after,
if you’re wondering.
-Lucky’s, right. Yeah. [scoffs]
Not sure I’m in the mood.
-All right. Take it easy, rook.
-Hey!
Is that, uh, where you’re going?
[footsteps slosh away]
[rhythmic electronic music]
[indistinct chatter]
Sutton: Hey, rook!
Come sit with us, man. I thought you were home.
Want a drink?
Hey, can I get a vodka for the new kid
and a round for my Mustangs, please?
-Hey, Youngblood, that was quite the debut.
-Water for us. Hewitt: Seven seconds
of impactful ice time from the bench to the box.
-Yeah, glad I left an impression.
Jessie: I can’t believe you came.
I thought you weren’t gonna come.
[giggles]
I’m glad, uh, you gave the crown to Lempy
because it’s the only reason why you guys are winning
any games, right? Lempy: Oh.
Sutton: No, he did good.
-Thank you, yeah, you always got my back, Jessie.
Jessie: I see my friend. Lempy: Oh, yeah.
-Oh, it’s coming, boys. Thank you, kindly.
player: Speech!
Sutton: My Mustangs,
great game tonight, boys.
all: Hey, Charles, stop the bus!
We forgot the two points!
-Goes down like water, huh? -[players laugh]
-Hey, another round, please.
-[singing] man: Woo!
-Man, Coach had me on the bench like some punk.
-Oh, no. Has he ever done that to you before?
-No, man. Come on, this was my first game.
-Exactly, rook. Look at Webbs.
That guy was there all season,
and he just played one shift. -Ah.
-Seriously, man, you have to cool it
with this "everyone’s out to get me" crap.
-Good talk, man. -Wait, wait.
I saw the clip. I get it.
That guy was an asshole, but-- -Hey, look, man,
I just need to play.
You’re captain, can’t you talk to Coach for me?
-Sure, I’ll text him for you.
-Thanks, man.
[crowd whooping]
Hewitt: How are we doing, Mustangs?
-Look at this douchebag.
-Straight out of Motor City.
Dean...
Youngblood!
players: Youngblood! Youngblood! Youngblood!
Youngblood! Youngblood! Youngblood!
Hewitt: Get up here, hotshot. Don’t be shy.
[players cheering]
Come on, take a bow!
[instrumental "I’m Gonna Be" by the Proclaimers starts]
-Another round.
-Yeah, sounds about white.
♪ I’m gonna be the man ♪ ♪ Who wakes up next to you ♪
♪ When I go out ♪
♪ Yeah, I know ♪ ♪ I’m gonna be ♪
♪ I’m gonna be the man ♪ ♪ Who goes along with you ♪
man: Woo! -♪ If I get drunk ♪
♪ Well, I know ♪ ♪ I’m gonna be ♪
♪ I’m gonna be the man ♪
♪ Who gets drunk ♪ ♪ Next to you ♪
[crowd cheers]
♪ If I haver ♪
♪ Yeah, I know ♪ ♪ I’m gonna be ♪
♪ I’m gonna be the man ♪ ♪ Who’s haverin’ to you ♪
♪ And I would walk ♪ ♪ 500 miles ♪
♪ And I would walk ♪ ♪ 500 more ♪
♪ Just to be the man ♪
♪ Who walked ♪ ♪ A thousand miles ♪
♪ To fall down ♪ ♪ At your door ♪
♪ Da, da lat da ♪ ♪ Da, da lat da ♪
♪ Da, da, lun-diddle-un ♪
♪ Diddle-un, diddle-un ♪ ♪ Da, da ♪
-♪ Da, da lat da ♪ -♪ Da, da lat da ♪
♪ Da, da, lun-diddle-un ♪
♪ Diddle-un, diddle-un ♪ ♪ Da, da ♪
-Woo!
-Okay. I’m feeling it now.
♪ And I would walk ♪ ♪ 500 miles ♪
♪ And I would walk ♪ ♪ 500 more ♪
♪ Just to be the man ♪
♪ Who walked ♪ ♪ A thousand miles ♪
♪ To fall down ♪ ♪ At your door ♪
♪ Da, da lat da ♪ ♪ Da, da lat da ♪
-[crowd cheering] -[song ends]
Jessie: Wow. -So, you like to watch hockey?
-Yeah, I do.
-We already have something in common, then.
-I don’t date hockey players.
-Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t play tonight, then.
This coach has got a stick up his ass about me.
-[phone buzzing] -Oh, really?
-Yeah. -Interesting.
Dean: Why do you say that?
-Well, it seems like...
-Yeah, I think that I should probably...
probably head out. Jessie: Okay.
I’ll see you. -Yeah. Yeah.
-Hey! Way to shit the bed tonight, bro.
-A’ight, man, get your camera out my face.
man: You mean like this?
-I said get that camera out my face.
-Yo, what the hell’s the matter with you, man?
-[thudding blow] crowd: Whoa! Hey!
-Yeah, you want some more, huh?
[all shouting]
[water trickling]
[line ringing]
[somber music]
Kelly: Yo.
-Oh, hey, what’s up, man?
I wasn’t sure I’d catch you, you know?
Big job and all.
-[loud thud] -Goddamn.
Mm! -You all right, Pop?
Blane: I assume you’re calling to tell me
why it is you can’t catch a single shift.
You got somethin’ to say about that?
-Uh...
-You best be havin’ words with that man.
Dean: No, I will. Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Blane: And he better understand
that he either puts you on that ice,
or you take it... You, Dean,
take it up with the goddamn league.
-No, I’m... I’m telling you, Pop,
I’m gonna talk to him, okay?
I’ll talk to him today, ’cause like--
[call ends]
[somber music]
Chadwick: I’m just sayin’ that a walk-on
isn’t a sure thing, honey.
And if you make it, right?
Even if you do make it, what then?
Jessie: What do you mean, what then?
-I mean, do you wanna play backup to a senior goalie
when you have very good options around here?
I just don’t think you’re thinking this through.
-[knock on door] -What?
-Can I, uh, have a word, Coach?
Jessie: It’s okay, Dad.
I got a paper to write anyways.
-I’ll talk to you later. Okay, honey?
[Chadwick sighs] -Hopefully you get
that stick out.
-Come on in and close the door.
[door shuts]
-Uh, your... your daughter’s a...
[clears throat] A goalie?
-Sharp observation.
[Dean clears throat]
So, you wanted to talk about your ice time?
-All right, look, I... I know I messed up,
but you need to play me, Coach.
Okay? I got a lot to give.
-Oh, I’m sorry, man,
I didn’t realize you wanted to be coach.
How ’bout you just give me a couple hours,
I’ll pack up in here, I’ll move to Florida,
retire, die. You can take over. Maybe I’ll--
-Look, I’m not trying to tell you how to coach the team.
-Yeah, well, we’re about to go into the playoffs,
and here you are putting yourself before the team.
-Sutton needs a winger who can keep pace with him
and score goals.
-Do you know how many guys
come through this league scoring fancy goals,
and then they disappear?
-Look...
I’m not going back to Southfield.
[Dean breathing anxiously]
-Anything else you need to say?
-No.
-Look at me.
Never come into my office again
telling me what to do with my team.
What do you say?
-Yeah.
[door opens]
Ah, looking good, lil’ dude.
-You know I’m a girl, right?
[Dean chuckles]
-Yeah, I know.
[puck clanging]
-You look like you could use some hot chocolate
with marshmallows.
It’s been a long day.
-Oh, tell me about it.
[energetic music plays]
Racki: They’re letting you play, huh?
I’m talking to you.
-Am I supposed to know you, bro?
-You know who I am.
This is gonna be fun.
You guys look like shit.
[stick taps on glass]
Dean: Should I remember his number?
-Oh, I would. For sure.
[players shouting]
Mason: Second-period action here.
This has been a pretty good one,
and the physical pace starting to pick up.
Play in the neutral zone right now.
They’re gonna move it up along the boards.
-Oh! Mason: Big hit there.
Gambucci caught Weber with a massive hit and that hurt.
O’Connor: Weber right to the trainer.
That’s never good news.
-Need to reset. Come on, let’s go.
-Okay, Hewitt,
take right side on Wilson’s line.
Let’s go! player: Wheel, wheel, wheel!
Youngblood, you’re left wing with Sutton.
[invigorating music]
fan 1: Come on, boys. fan 2: Let’s go! Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
Chadwick: Here we go! Here we go!
-Skate, skate, skate! -Go!
O’Connor: And here it is, Coach Chadwick
has given him the tap,
and Youngblood is over the boards.
Mason: And Youngblood right into the action.
Got the puck in his own zone,
and he will work it up and head on down the ice.
player: Go, go, go!
Mason: This is Sutton, dancing along the boards.
Oh, he’s got some great moves.
Sutton twisting and turning along the wall.
-Works it across in front. -[puck pings on post]
There’s Youngblood.
Big chance, and he just missed.
O’Connor: A glorious feed from the captain
to Youngblood, but the rookie,
perhaps maybe a little nerves,
a little rust. Whatever it is,
he’ll be thinking about that one tonight.
player: Hey, push! Push!
Chadwick: That’s it, Captain, let’s go! Let’s go!
[players crash]
Mason: And it is close quarters
along the boards out there.
Lots of good battles along the wall.
Not a lot of room to move.
They’re gonna work the puck up
towards the neutral zone.
And this is Sutton, and he spots
a streaking Youngblood coming down the wing.
He’s got a chance.
And he’s got a goal!
What a shot! Top corner.
O’Connor: The scouts told us
that this kid could score.
But wow, what a goal,
as he shows off his skillset,
and he’s gonna have a big celly here
with his teammates.
And why not? Somebody get him the puck.
-Let’s go, D!
[teammates cheering]
O’Connor: And it’s still very early here,
but you have to love the chemistry
we’re already seeing between Sutton and Youngblood.
fan: Yeah, nice shot, Dean!
[whistle screeches]
player: Okay, let’s go! -Great goal, Blood,
but easy on the celly, all right?
player: Let’s go! Let’s get another one here.
Mason: There’s the puck cleared down
into the Mustangs’ zone, into the corner.
Bombers trying to get in to the forecheck.
They’re not doing a good job on that occasion.
Mustangs will come back up through the neutral zone
as they go on to the attack. And looking for
Sutton on the wing... -Move the puck!
Mason: ...he is gonna pick it up.
And this is Sutton.
He’s gonna go down low to Youngblood.
He’s got a little bit of room down there.
Youngblood with the-- -[crowd jeers]
Mason: He is absolutely crushed by Racki.
O’Connor: Racki’s not gonna let him try that.
Youngblood might be from Detroit,
but he’s not pulling off a Michigan
in his home stage here.
[sounds echo, piercing ring]
Racki: Don’t try that shit on my ice, rookie.
[sound normalizes]
What? You wanna talk? Can’t take a hit?
-Get back in the game, Youngblood!
Racki: Let’s go!
crowd: Let’s go, Mustangs!
-What, you wanna go?
You gonna do something?
O’Connor: So, here we go.
The 18-year-old starts chuckin’ bombs
against this big man.
Racki starting to have his way here
with the rookie, Youngblood.
And with that, the captain will crash in.
Sutton will try to break up this fight
to give the rookie some relief.
You know, you always wanna see a player come in
and stand up for themselves, but in this game situation,
another undisciplined penalty here.
The Bombers are about to go on the power play.
Mason: Thunder Bay with a power-play goal,
and it has all gone wrong for the Mustangs.
[droning disappointed music]
-Yeah, I could’ve handled that shit on my own.
-Hey, we don’t let rookies get clowned here, all right?
-[Dean scoffs] -It’s not just about you, man.
-[door slams open] Chadwick: Listen up!
[door slams shut]
[garbage can thuds]
If you’re gonna lose, you lose right!
You lose to the best man!
You lose to the best team!
You don’t lose to yourself!
[somber music]
[door creaks shut]
Blane: Is that how I taught you to fight?
If you’re gonna fight, you do it right.
Not this stick-swinging bullshit
you embarrassed me with before.
If that’s how you gonna play,
then stay your ass on the bench...
for your sake and mine.
-You good?
-Yeah.
-Just get your shit together, man.
[stick scrapes]
[gate creaks]
-What’s up, man?
[stick slaps puck]
[skates scratch on ice]
-You’re a wall.
-Just shy of a Gordie Howe hat trick last night, huh?
-Scored a pretty goal, though.
-Your team still lost.
Ice is yours.
-Yeah, you know, uh...
I’d rather work out on a real goalie.
What do you say?
-Best of three?
Let’s see what you got!
[stick bangs on ice]
[♪♪♪]
-[puck clangs on post] Dean: Ooh!
Jessie: I wasn’t trying.
-You weren’t trying? -I wasn’t trying.
-All right.
Dean: Wow. Jessie: Wow!
Dean: Wow, okay.
-You got me sweating just, like, a tiny bit.
Okay, we’re done here.
-C’mon, let’s just do best of five.
-No, we said best of three. -Let’s just go again.
I got something for you.
Jessie: No, I’m good. I’m tired.
-All right, lovebirds, gotta break it up.
Dean: A’ight, hold on, man, we’re coming off.
-I don’t think you’re scoring
any which way today, son.
[puck bangs on glass]
Jessie: What was that?
Dean: You didn’t hear what he said?
Jessie: There’s not liking to lose,
and then there’s you.
-Jessie. Can we just talk for a minute?
-Why? -Why?
-Yeah, why?
-I just...
I... I don’t know.
Dean: Yeah, look, so...
I kinda wanted to... to explain--
Jessie: You seriously could’ve hurt him.
-Oh, come on. You think my aim’s that bad?
-Is this you explaining?
[Dean chuckles]
-Uh...
I don’t know, I...
I guess I’m a little wound up.
-No kidding.
-Just... just my dad’s been telling me this story
my whole life.
How they shut him down at every turn.
I feel like I always gotta keep my guard up.
You never know who’s gonna stand in your way.
-You mean my dad?
Honestly, you two aren’t all that different.
-[laughs incredulously] Okay.
-He’s been where you’re at.
-You don’t know much about me.
-Well, I know that you’re talented.
-You’ve barely seen me play. -And I...
can see that you’re stubborn and...
[sighs]...angry from things.
I... I...
I don’t know. -You forgot handsome.
[both laugh]
-No, I didn’t.
-[laughing] -Oh, all right.
Wow, okay.
[players chatting indistinctly]
player: Hey, X-Man, a pass wouldn’t hurt, eh?
[indistinct chatter]
-Yo, look, man.
I wanted to talk to you about
what you saw the other day with my dad.
Yeah, he’s tough, but...
he’s just had a hard go.
Kinda only knows one way.
-You got a hockey dad.
I say that with love, by the way.
My dad’s the best,
but he can’t stand shit not going my way.
I remember when he wrote my coach
a shit ton of e-mails about my ice time.
[scoffs]
He realized he might not be helping me
after I got kicked off the team.
I was seven years old.
Xavier: You know, my dad was the exact same way.
Exact same way. I remember this one time,
I played a tournament in Denver.
And I played so bad in this game
that my dad just left the rink
to go catch his flight back home.
I was like, 13.
Hewitt: Was your dad ever your coach?
Xavier: Yeah, he was. Hewitt: Me too.
His first year of coaching, he cut me from the team.
He didn’t care. Never said sorry.
Told me I wasn’t playing hard enough.
Chadwick: Okay, gentlemen, listen up,
I got some news for us.
The Titans lost their season-ender, so...
-[players whoop] -...looks like the playoff
seeding is set.
We got the Thunder Bay Bombers
in the first round. Can we do it?
players: Yeah!
-All right, let’s go, boys!
-Let’s go!
[loud cheering and clapping]
[slow invigorating music]
Mason: So, here we go. It’s the playoffs.
It’s the Hamilton Mustangs and the Thunder Bay Bombers.
O’Connor: And for the Mustangs,
they look to avenge back-to-back losses
to the Bombers in the playoffs.
The question is, is it their year?
[music intensifies]
[crowd chattering]
fan: Go, go, go!
Mason: Oh, we’ve got a good one going here.
Game one, third period, Mustangs up by one.
You want to win that first game
of the series and take command.
And here they come. And how about the chemistry
between Sutton and Youngblood tonight?
And speak of the devils, here they come now.
Sutton’s gonna drive up around back of the net.
I could see Youngblood
trying to get loose in the slot.
Sutton with the puck. Youngblood.
-[puck clangs on post] -Shoots. Scores!
[crowd cheers]
Big shot and a big goal for Youngblood.
-[cowbell clangs] O’Connor: Coach Chadwick
looking like a genius,
as Youngblood has come in
and established himself quickly
as an offensive threat in this league.
-Okay, boys, here we go! -[whistle screeches]
Jessie: All right, bring it in, girls.
Let’s go, girls. Come on!
We’ve got some big-time Mustang players here today.
-I see you, man.
Trying to get in with the coach’s daughter?
Bold move, man. Bold move.
-Let’s work hard, keep it clean.
I am walking to you, Winnie. No funny business.
-Yeah, lucky for us, we’ve had experience
with this kind of player before, huh?
Jessie: All right, let’s go!
[sticks banging on ice]
Nice.
player: Good job!
[Winnie grumbles]
[puck thuds]
-Hey, what’s happening, young gun?
-I can’t get it off the ice.
I’m too weak.
-You think so?
Okay, so look.
Power comes from pulling the puck back
and stepping forward with your outside leg.
Your top hand comes out,
and you’re gonna pull it back as fast as you can.
It’s kinda like a slingshot, so...
-[puck clangs on post] -Bap!
Come, show me.
Let’s see it.
-[puck clangs on post] -There we go.
There we go!
-[puck clangs on post] -Okay, snipe this one.
Boom! Boom!
Celebrate! Celebrate!
Yeah! Let’s go.
Mason: Game number two. You like offense?
There has been plenty of it in this one.
An entertaining game. player: Get that puck!
Mason: Here comes Youngblood.
In over the blue line. Youngblood shooting.
Scores! -[players cheer]
Man, what a night for the Mustangs.
They are rolling. player: Woo!
Mason: Five-three, the final score,
and they’re up in this series
two games to nothing.
[pen scratching]
[knock on door]
Murphy: I gotta show you something.
-Yeah?
Dean: I said get your camera out my face.
man: Lay it out. Dean: Get off me!
Oh, you want some more, huh?
Sutton: Let’s go! man: Yeah, yeah!
Dean: Come here! Sutton: Let it go, Dean.
-[video clicks off] -[phone clatters on desk]
-Does Turc know?
-No.
Jessie: You know, goalie is, like,
the best position in sports.
’Cause when you guys are out there
chasing each other around,
nailing each other into the boards,
getting benched... -[both laugh]
-I’m just on the ice for 60 minutes,
and it’s like...
just me and the puck.
And it’s pure.
Dean: I wish I could see it that way.
Right now, I feel like I’m...
100 miles an hour out there.
[sighs] Feel my heart just beating out of my chest.
Uh...
Yeah, so...
You got, like, what, D1 schools chasing you now?
-Hmm. I wish. I mean,
I have a shot at a walk-on in Boston, but...
[sighs]...that would mean giving up
a guaranteed spot at U of T,
which my dad thinks is too risky.
And, yeah, he’s probably right.
-And what if he’s wrong?
Look, you... You’re a kickass goalie.
[both chuckle softly]
-So... what do we do now?
♪ Call me from downstairs ♪
♪ I’m waitin’ on a sunset ♪
♪ Half a case ♪ ♪ Come pick me up ♪
♪ Time slips fast ♪
♪ I feel inside out ♪
♪ I wanna make it last ♪
♪ With you ♪
♪ I wanna feel like ♪ ♪ We’re 23 ♪
♪ I wanna be ♪ ♪ As free as we seemed ♪
♪ I wanna live ♪ ♪ For the night only ♪
♪ With you ♪
-I take it you’ve done this before?
-Not as much as you might think.
What about you?
-Um... maybe, like, twice?
-Maybe? Yeah. -[chuckling]
[exhales]
-Damn. Okay.
-[laughing] Okay.
-[grunts] Wow.
[Dean laughs]
-Can I show you something?
A Detroit guy that I think you might like?
-Yeah, who is this?
-[chuckling] My dad.
Dean: That’s your dad? -Mm-hmm.
-Wait, he scrapped Probert?
-More like Probert scrapped my dad.
It was over pretty fast.
-I’d have never guessed Coach could
throw ’em down like that.
-Yeah. He, uh, lasted one more season after that.
Then he started coaching to stay in the game.
[sighs] Yeah, and then...
Omaha happened.
-What happened in Omaha?
-Um...
he hit one of his players.
-Why?
-I don’t know, I guess he just snapped.
And...
and my mom couldn’t even look at him the same after.
So, eventually, she left.
I just wish he wasn’t
so stuck on me staying here.
It’s like he’s more afraid of me making it than not.
-Hmm.
Oh, yeah, from my mom.
Yeah, she, uh... she died when I was nine.
It all kinda happened fast.
You know, one minute she was here,
and then, you know...
she just disappeared from Earth.
Yeah, I just wish she was here
to see me doing all this.
[phone buzzing]
Oh, shit, it’s Coach. -[giggles]
-I mean... I mean, it’s your dad.
Uh... [clearing throat]
Uh, hey, hey. Good night, Coach.
Chadwick: Hey, curfew check.
-Oh, yeah, yeah. All good, just...
[Jessie chuckles]
[chuckling] Just about to turn in.
Chadwick: What’s so funny? Something funny?
-No. Well, no, no.
-Listen, I want you to come by
and see me first thing in the morning, all right?
I got something I wanna talk to you about.
-Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah, all good.
-See you tomorrow. -[call beeps off]
-[Jessie laughs] -What are you doing?
Are you trying to get me in trouble or something?
[tense music]
[door opens]
Chadwick: Sorry about that. I got caught up.
-Yeah, no, uh... All good.
-There’s a video circulating
of drunk and disorderly conduct.
-[scoffs]
-Here you go.
man: Get off. Get off me!
Dean: What do you want some more, huh?
-So, obviously you signed a morality clause,
which you’re clearly in violation of.
-[phone clacks on desk] -Dean, I’m trying to find
reasons to hold on to you here,
but actually, [scoffs]
now I can’t let you go, right?
Because it makes me and the organization
look incompetent.
So, I have no choice but to hold on to you.
But I don’t gotta play you.
-You’ve been looking for a reason
to send me home from jump.
-Oh, so you want some kinda special treatment here,
is that it? -Oh, yeah.
Here it is. Here it comes.
-Here what comes?
-Look, you think I haven’t had coaches
my whole life single me out?
Saying, "Nah, we’re keeping you on defense.
Don’t think you can read the game fast enough."
I have been passed up for captain.
"Yeah, you’re the best we got,
but do you have what it takes to lead a team?"
-Come on, man. -No, you think...
you think I don’t get what this is all about?
-I think you should get out
before you do something you regret.
-Like you did in Omaha?
[dark music]
-Get out of my office.
[♪♪♪]
[panting]
[bike humming]
[panting]
[dark music continues]
[continues panting]
[powerful breaths]
[phone chimes]
-You made me feel so stupid.
-How?
-Acting like the other night was nothing.
-No, it wasn’t like that.
Just your dad’s trying to bury me.
He’s gonna put me on the shelf.
-Well, why would he do that?
-Some video of me at Lucky’s,
fighting that guy. -[scoffs]
Well...
-Look, I worked my whole life for this,
and your dad wants to throw the book at me.
-Just give me a break. -Give you a break?
-Yeah! Honestly.
I’m really-- I’m just...
I’m honestly really sick of all you guys
just walking around this place like...
like the world owes you something?
Just for lacing up?
Like, I... I put hours upon hours on the ice each week.
Do you know how many people even know
that a woman’s pro hockey league exists?
-What does that have to do with me?
-It means that you... you like...
you actually have the chance
to go far with this sport, Dean.
And you’re wasting it all
by breaking people’s bones out there
and then wailing on some guy at Lucky’s.
It’s just like...
you got yourself here, Dean.
-What about you? -What about me?
-I mean, you got yourself here as well,
to the top of this mountain.
And what, you’re just gonna turn around
and walk back down without even trying out?
Give up on who you know you could be just ’cause what?
-’Kay. I have practice. [sniffles]
[rap music plays]
Sutton: Two more, bro. You got it.
[breathing heavily]
There you go, good job.
♪ Be a legend ♪
♪ Playing for my legacy ♪
♪ Being written ♪ ♪ What is made to be ♪
♪ Lot of people ♪ ♪ Changed on me ♪
♪ Had to question ♪ ♪ Integrity ♪
♪ Women that had dated me ♪
♪ Wanna make up... ♪
-What’s up with you?
♪...tryin’ to chase ♪ ♪ The dream ♪
♪ Always tryin’ ♪ ♪ To chase the dream ♪
♪ All these raps ♪ ♪ I gave for free ♪
-Ah, yeah, tell me somethin’, man.
[rap music continues]
Yeah, how’d it feel when your name got called?
-Like nothing else, man. It’s like...
like getting hit by lightning.
You know, I’ve busted my ass in this league for four years,
and I’m gonna get what’s coming to me.
[sighs]
-Yeah, must be nice.
-Your turn’s coming.
-Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.
-Look, we all wanna play so bad.
I mean, that’s all you wanna do growing up.
But then you realize that you have to play it
according to their rules.
-You still like playing?
[chuckles]
-Fucking love it. [chuckles]
♪ This a different meaning ♪ ♪ When they hold me down ♪
♪ We gonna go on tour ♪ ♪ Be here rollin’ loud ♪
[crowd cheering loudly]
[tense music]
O’Connor: The Mustangs earned
the all-important split
on the road in games 3 and 4.
And they’re currently up 3-1
in this best-of-seven series.
Mason: Well, yeah, and some would say
that they’re lucky to have squeaked out a win
and picked up the split
because the squad is looking a little bit shaky
without forward Dean Youngblood,
who missed both games
due to an undisclosed injury.
[soft tense music]
[knock on door]
-You asked to see me?
Chadwick: Yeah, have a seat.
So, um, Sutton came to see me.
Asked me why you’re really sitting.
So I told him.
He said he felt responsible for your actions that night.
Said the team was just having some fun with the new rookie.
But here’s the deal.
We fail as a team,
and we succeed as a team.
So, I talked to Turco,
and the whole team’s doing 50 hours of community service.
We’ll figure it out after the playoffs.
I’ll see ya at practice.
[door opens]
Sutton: Yeah, boys.
-So, you talked to Coach. Sutton: Did I?
-You know...
I don’t know if you did it ’cause you feel guilty
or ’cause you got zero points in the two games I been out.
-Well, I’ve definitely missed you on my wing, Blood.
You’re like my Scottie Pippen.
-Bruh. [scoffs]
If anyone’s Pippen in this situation, it’s you.
Chadwick: Good practice, gentlemen.
Good hustle out there.
Listen, I’m not gonna keep you long.
It’s just a few words.
I know that we’re, uh, up 3-1 in this series,
and I know that’s got us feeling good and loose.
But the hardest thing to do is to win that fourth game.
And we know that
because we’ve been there before, right?
I mean, right now, we got our--
we got our foot on their necks,
but we cannot let up.
So, tonight, strong on the puck.
Finish your checks, guys!
-Yeah! -Yes, Coach!
Chadwick: You understand? players: Yes, Coach!
-Good. We’re gonna shuffle the lineup tonight as well.
Everybody, welcome Youngblood
back to the land of the living.
[players whoop and clap]
-Hey, Sutton, you gonna run away from me
now that your girlfriend’s back, or what?
[arena organ plays]
[spits]
[sticks smacking]
Mason: Game five. This has been a good one.
Bombers are up 3-1.
Mustangs lead the series, up three games to one.
Racki: Wanna go?
Mason: The longer a series goes on...
-You shitting me? -...you see the individual
rivalries start coming to the floor.
-What are you gonna do, huh? What are you gonna do?
You can’t do shit. You can’t do shit.
-Oh, Dean, drop this guy.
player: Dean, get in the play!
Dean: Come on, ref, you seriously
not seeing this? -Hey!
Mason: Mustangs down in the Bombers’ zone,
trying to work it down in the corner.
Looking to get something going here.
-Good man. Mason: This has been
an intense night.
player: Keep your cool, Zeener. You’re good.
-You let him try all night.
[crowd chattering indistinctly]
Mason: Mustangs winding it up
in their own zone, and this is Harris
leading the charge through the neutral zone.
-C’mere. Where do you think you’re going, huh?
Sutton: What the hell, man?
Mason: He’s got Youngblood with him.
Youngblood takes the feed, moving towards the slot.
Youngblood taking the chance.
Shooting. Scores!
[crowd cheers]
What a shot by Youngblood as he gets one back!
-[cheering] -Let’s go, boys!
Mason: And the lead is cut to 3-2.
[crowd gasping]
[breathing heavily]
[uncertain music]
-Ah, shit!
-Erv! -[gate crashes open]
-Get up, Sutton.
What, he just slipped.
He fell. He fell. -[whistle screeches]
It wasn’t me. Wasn’t me!
He slipped, tripped.
-Hey, Cap. Hey, Sutton. Hey, Sutton!
Dean: Sutton! Ervin: We got him, kid.
We got him.
Come on, we got him. Come on.
You okay, Sutty? Huh?
[somber music]
Chadwick: Okay, so, uh...
Sutton was stable when they took him to the hospital.
They’re waiting to hear more.
The officials will, uh, review the play
and determine if there’s any disciplinary action
that needs to be taken.
And whatever happens next, that’s out of our control.
So, we need to focus what’s in our control.
Right?
Okay, so I want you all to go home, get some rest.
Be back here at 0900 for game review.
We’re gonna be okay.
[♪♪♪]
[door opens and shuts]
[subdued music]
Chadwick: He’s just resting.
-Well, is it okay if I stay awhile?
-Wanna help me find a coffee?
Jessie: Hi.
[Jessie chuckles softly]
Are you okay, Dad?
-We had the series, Jess.
-I mean, it’s not over yet.
-It’s crazy how one thing can change everything, hey?
-[snaps fingers] -Just like that.
-Yeah.
-What?
-It was more than that.
-What was? -Why Mom left.
-Jesus, Jess, I can’t--
-It’s just like, you obsess over hitting that guy
and losing that job. And it’s just like,
there was so many...
more things that happened before that, that added up.
But you made those choices, Dad.
-Why don’t you tell it to me straight, doc?
[Jessie scoffs]
-I’m gonna go to Boston next semester.
And I literally don’t care
if that means warming the bench
for the first year.
It’s just, I’ve worked so hard...
to get where I’m at. And it’s like,
I just wanna go play where the best women are.
-I know you do, honey. I know that.
And you deserve it.
I guess I’m having a hard time letting go.
[chuckling]
Or something.
Sutton: How long you been sitting there?
-How much time would make me sound like a good guy?
[both chuckle]
[Sutton winces]
-Hey, easy, man. Easy.
[Sutton sighs]
It’s good to see you, brother.
-Oh, yeah?
Well, I don’t think this new hat suits me.
Can’t remember what happened, man.
[deep inhale and exhale]
-Uh...
Racki blindsided you.
Sutton: Forget about that guy.
Guys like that need us to have purpose.
They’ll never have what we got.
Just play the game.
[♪♪♪]
Blane: Your billet told me I’d find you here.
You really showed ’em last night, didn’t you?
Dean: Can we not?
He may never play hockey again.
-You know, if I had been on that ice
when your brother got hurt...
-Yeah. Yeah, I know, Pop.
-And you know what you gotta do to make this right.
[soft music]
[chain jingles]
[stick clacking on puck]
[stick scraping on pavement]
[music becomes ominous]
[shouting]
[door shuts]
reporter: Coach, tough loss in game six.
Even tougher that you had to play it without your captain.
Is there an update on Denis Sutton’s status?
-Uh, well, you know, we’re all gutted, obviously.
-It was a dirty play.
I mean, the evidence is out there.
But we’re gonna have to accept the league’s ruling.
-One game suspension is a joke.
Punishment should fit the crime for what he did.
-Right now, it’s more important as a team
that we just put the distractions aside.
-We’re not worried about Racki.
Our focus is on winning game seven
and advancing in the series.
-Any comment on Racki being cleared to dress
in tonight’s series decider?
-No.
-You’re not thinking about doing anything
stupid tonight, are you?
-You ain’t gotta worry about me, Coach.
[stick scrapes on pavement]
[puck thuds in net]
-Wow. No problem gettin’ ’em in now, huh?
-It’s just like a slingshot. Remember?
[stick slaps puck]
Maggie: Now, just teach her how to stay out of the box.
[door shuts]
[door opens and shuts]
Dean: Thank you.
Look, so, uh...
I don’t know where to start,
either thanking you first or...
you know, apologizing for--
-It’s okay.
You’re good with us, Dean.
Lord knows we all have our moments,
but it’s what we do next that matters.
And go out there and give ’em hell.
-Yes, ma’am.
[tense invigorating music]
crowd: Let’s go, Mustangs!
Let’s go, Mustangs!
[invigorating music continues]
Mason: What a night here at Westdale Arena.
What a night, indeed.
The Mustangs and the Bombers,
three wins apiece.
It’s game seven.
[invigorating music continues]
And back on the ice, Bombers forward Racki,
having served his suspension for that play
that injured Mustangs’ captain Denis Sutton.
O’Connor: Interested to see what the Mustangs’ response
will be to Racki’s return. -[crowd booing]
player: Come on, let’s go!
Mason: We’re halfway through this first period.
The Bombers are up by one, and I have to say,
the Mustangs look off-kilter.
They haven’t been able to get
their forward lines going.
Bombers in with some pressure
in the Mustangs’ zone.
Puck’s gonna get worked down low.
Comes out in front. -[puck clinks on post]
Mason: Scores!
And it is 2-0.
Bombers with a big blow there.
-Plenty of time, boys. Let’s get it back. Let’s go!
O’Connor: Mustangs now trail by a pair of goals,
and they’ve had absolutely
no offensive response to the Bombers.
Which makes one wonder why Coach Chadwick
is not playing Youngblood,
their greatest offensive threat.
Mason: Well, this is just it.
And I mean, if there’s any sort of rhyme
or reason to why Chadwick is keeping Youngblood
on the bench, it’s beyond me right now.
Turco: Murray? -Not now, Turc.
-We need to win a hockey game.
Not tomorrow, not next week.
And you’ve got one top scorer in the ICU
and another one on the goddamn bench?
-I have to set an example for these young men.
There has to be some kind of-- -Bullshit!
You’re scared and you’re making scared choices!
[Turco huffs]
[door opens]
[Chadwick clears throat]
-First, I wanna say...
that I’m so proud of all of you.
And everything that you’ve accomplished to get here.
Except for Hewitt. Hewitt: Hey.
[players laugh]
-This might be the last, uh, speech
I give you this season.
So, for a long time now, I’ve been, uh...
I’ve been letting myself believe that...
what I did to that player in Omaha...
[remorseful music]
...that that was just a mistake.
What I’ve come to realize is that
it was actually a... a choice, too.
You know, it was a stupid one.
You know, I chose to take the pain that I was feeling...
and allow that to dictate how I lived my life.
And I chose to put that hurt on someone else,
and I had no right to do that.
I guess I’m trying to say that...
it’s up to me to decide whether that choice
is gonna define the rest of my life.
Every moment counts.
There are no throwaways.
You’ve got this moment to live your dream.
Not someone else’s dream,
your dream.
And you earned it.
One shift after another.
And you never quit.
So, tonight I want you to do this from your heart, okay?
I want you to do it for yourselves.
I want you to do it for each other.
I want you to do it for Sutton,
because he can’t.
Hewitt’s line starts. Let’s go!
players: Let’s go, boys! Come on! Woo-hoo!
[cheering, clapping]
Mason: It is a dogfight here
in the second period
with the Mustangs trying to hold off the Bombers.
Bombers are up by a score of 2-0.
player: Boys, boys. That’s your man.
-Guys, quick change.
Weber, you’re gonna take left side.
Harris, take right. Youngblood, center. Let’s go.
player: Let’s go, boys, let’s go, let’s go!
Mason: Here comes Youngblood over the boards
for his first shift of the night.
-Okay. Mason: Here we go.
And here he goes.
Right into the offensive zone
with purpose. And he’s got the puck.
Youngblood moving in there! Great chance.
And he’s stopped. players: Oh!
-Ah! -Ahh!
-Come on, boys. Wheel, wheel!
player: Good job.
-Great shift. Come on.
-Stay with it. It’ll come. -Come on, boys!
[stirring music]
Mason: What a battle going on.
The game within the game.
Chadwick trying to play a cat-and-mouse game
and keep Youngblood away from Racki.
He doesn’t like that matchup.
Chadwick: Take center. Let’s go!
Let’s go, boys.
Mason: We’re down to the last eight minutes
or so of this one. And here come the Mustangs.
[players shouting indistinctly]
-Yeah, deep, deep, deep!
Mason: Into the offensive zone,
and Youngblood takes a slash.
But he gets the puck ahead to Harris.
No call there. And here’s Harris.
-[puck clangs on post] -He scores!
[crowd cheers]
Mason: And they needed that one from Harris.
-Woo!
Mason: Mustangs on the board.
O’Connor: Just a monster goal by Harris.
But the missed call on Youngblood, the slash,
looks to be his wrist,
as he’s getting attention on the bench.
player: Let’s go!
Mason: Face-off in the neutral zone here.
And Bombers take possession back in their own zone.
Mustangs with a pretty good forecheck.
Trying to pin the Bombers in their own half of the ice.
Great pace to this one.
Teams with quick changes on the fly.
It’s been a long night,
and the legs are starting to get tired.
And I see Youngblood pop over the boards,
and Racki is out as well.
And Youngblood right into the play.
And here he comes in over the line
with a chance-- -What the hell is that?
Mason: And he is upended by Racki.
And that has to be a penalty. -[whistle screeches]
O’Connor: They’ll call a trip,
but will they actually call the penalty shot?
-Come on!
-Penalty shot!
[crowd cheers loudly]
-Way to go! Back on the job, are you, ref?
-Ref, I played the puck. He took a dive.
-Get to your bench, Racki. I’m not in the mood.
-Come on, Hannah.
-All right, come on, bro. Show ’em what you got.
Mason: So let’s set the stage
for you in this one.
What a game.
It is 2-1, the Bombers lead,
and Youngblood with a chance to tie this game up
on a penalty shot.
It doesn’t get much bigger than this.
[stirring tense music]
[crowd cheering loudly]
Fans sensing the occasion, they are on their feet.
[whistle screeches]
Here we go.
Oh, what a move!
And he scores!
-[crowd cheers loudly] -This game is tied at two.
-Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! Come--
Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just watching the game.
Everything’s okay.
Goddamn.
[arena music thumping]
fan 1: Come on, let’s go!
fan 2: Let’s go, boys.
-Put him on his ass, Racki.
fan 1: Come on, come on.
-Youngblood, switch it up.
Hewitt’s line, go on.
Racki: Running back to Daddy!
Go do what Daddy says. Come on.
[spits] That’s right.
-What?
[tense music]
Hewitt, X-Man, left and right.
Mason: So, it is Youngblood moving in on the draw.
Scored the tying goal moments ago.
And this is gonna be quite a finish.
You just get that feeling. -[Dean yells]
Mason: Racki comes in right off the draw,
and that was a vicious slash.
[Dean screams angrily]
[determined music]
[muffled background shouting]
-Move the puck! Move it!
-Hey!
Mason: Youngblood takes a look,
and he’s gonna jump back into the play.
As is Racki.
Oh, and a big hit there by Harris,
as he cracked Racki.
He drilled him!
fan: Nice hair, ya loser.
Mason: Play continues.
It’s Youngblood with the puck.
Comes in over the blue line.
Taps it up and ahead. Youngblood, Mustangs...
-[sounds become distant] -Full press here.
Trying to make something happen.
Dying seconds, it’s Youngblood.
-[heart beating] -[announcing fades]
[Dean breathing heavily]
-[normal sound resumes] Hewitt: Dean, shoot!
-[horn honks] -Yeah!
-Yes!
-Yeah! [laughs, cheers]
-[crowd cheering] -[horn continues honking]
[soft triumphant music]
[laughing]
[cheering]
crowd: Youngblood! Youngblood!
Dean: Yeah! Woo!
crowd: Youngblood! Youngblood!
crowd: Youngblood! Youngblood! Youngblood!
Youngblood!
[soft ethereal music]
[Dean sighs]
-You know you’re gonna kill it out there.
Jessie: I know, it’s...
it’s not me that I’m worried about.
It’s you.
[Dean chuckles]
-No, I’m...
I’m good.
-You’re all right, rook.
[chuckles]
-Well?
-Well...
are ya gonna miss me?
-I’m gonna miss you.
[soft music]
Kelly: He’s in the garage.
[whistles]
Throwback.
You know how he is, man.
He’s happy for you.
-Yeah, he hasn’t been happy since you had to come back.
-I played like him.
Grinder.
Taking bounties, always ready to go.
[chuckles]
-Yeah, man, you were scary as hell.
-Still am.
-Nah. -[laughing]
Yeah, man.
Game passed over guys like me and Pop, you know?
Ain’t no scrappers no more.
Not really.
[door creaks]
Dean: Uh, hey, Dad. You good?
-Yeah, just busy.
-Uh, it’s okay if I take this?
-Yeah, go ahead.
-Thanks.
Did you want us to forget about her?
-What?
-I don’t remember you ever talking about Mom.
-What was there to talk about?
-I don’t know, Dad.
You know, what she was like.
You know, what... what she loved.
I mean, anything.
[stutters] Anything to help us...
just help us know her.
-Nothing I could’ve said would’ve brought her back.
A weaker man left with two boys would’ve given up.
I never gave up on you or Kelly.
Never. -You... you know, Dad,
it’s really starting to feel like
you’d be more proud of me
if I ended up in the hospital next to Sutton
instead of MVP.
And I just don’t get why.
-You have your mama’s eyes.
You don’t know that.
Sometimes when you were younger,
I’d look at you, and I could just...
see her face staring right back at me, and...
I could see I had just--
I was letting her down.
Uh...
We can only teach what we know.
Do you understand that?
[Blane exhales]
[sniffles]
[drawer rasps open and shut]
-Thank you for giving me hockey, Dad.
But I can’t play the game your way anymore.
[tender music]
[sniffles]
[shuddering breaths]
[tender music crescendos]
[crowd cheers]
["Find Your Way Back" by Tarik playing]
♪ You were the coolest ♪ ♪ Person I ever knew ♪
♪ Wherever I looked ♪ ♪ It was mostly up to you ♪
♪ You overcame things ♪ ♪ That most ♪
♪ Would have ♪ ♪ Crumbled through ♪
♪ As far as excuses ♪
♪ They rarely ♪ ♪ Came from you... ♪
-Yeah, baby. Here we go.
♪...everything that ♪ ♪ I ever knew ♪
♪ Like how to survive ♪ ♪ In the streets ♪
♪ How to rap over a beat ♪
♪ And how when ♪ ♪ Most box... ♪
[distant crowd cheering]
[PA announcing players]
[crowd roaring]
[music thumping]
[horns blaring]
-Good luck, man.
♪ In the best way ♪ ♪ You could ♪
♪ You taught me ♪ ♪ Right from wrong ♪
♪ And that family ♪ ♪ Is the only thing ♪
♪ Worth fighting for... ♪
[PA announcing]
[crowd cheering]
[announcer continues indistinctly]
♪ And I hope you find ♪ ♪ Your way back ♪
♪ Wish we could ♪ ♪ Take it way back ♪
♪ And know I love you ♪ ♪ In this moment too... ♪
[whistle screeches]
[fans drumming seats]
Sutton: Welcome to the show, rook.
[fans cheering]
[puck clatters]
♪ Got a place to call home ♪
♪ After a nightcap? ♪
♪ I’m wondering ♪
♪ ’Cause if we’re ♪ ♪ Speaking truthfully ♪
♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ The last time ♪
♪ That you ♪ ♪ Told the truth to me ♪
♪ You’ve got dreams ♪ ♪ And aspirations still ♪
♪ You’re turning 34 ♪
♪ How does that ♪ ♪ Make you feel? ♪
♪ When did things ♪ ♪ Start to fall apart? ♪
♪ When you lost your job ♪ ♪ What was on your heart? ♪
♪ When you lay ♪ ♪ Your head down ♪
♪ What’s on your mind? ♪
♪ You did your best for me ♪
♪ Trust me, I’m doing mine ♪
♪ Tickets to the game ♪ ♪ And prices on the dime ♪
♪ I know that man ♪ ♪ Is still inside ♪
♪ I see him all the time ♪
♪ And I hope you find ♪ ♪ Your way back ♪
♪ Wish we could ♪ ♪ Take it way back ♪
♪ And know I love you ♪ ♪ In this moment too ♪
♪ I wish you’d be the man ♪ ♪ You always told me to ♪
♪ And I must admit ♪
♪ That’s something ♪ ♪ That I struggle with ♪
♪ It’s thinking ♪ ♪ I’m the reason ♪
♪ Why the family split ♪
♪ Carrying the cross ♪
♪ From all the pain ♪ ♪ I’ve caused ♪
♪ Being young ♪ ♪ Ain’t no excuse ♪
♪ I still made a choice ♪♪
♪ I never ♪ ♪ Told my side to you ♪
♪ ’Cause that ain’t me ♪
♪ But I was touched ♪ ♪ In ways ♪
♪ A child should never be ♪
♪ ’Cause they were touched ♪
♪ In ways a child ♪ ♪ Should never be ♪
♪ Understanding ♪ ♪ And forgiveness ♪
♪ That’s what ♪ ♪ Brings me peace ♪
♪ Was holding onto things ♪
♪ That hurt ♪ ♪ Too much to keep ♪
♪ But by the time ♪ ♪ You hear this ♪
♪ You should know ♪ ♪ I’m free ♪
♪ I even held a grudge ♪
♪ ’Cause it was ♪ ♪ On weekends ♪
♪ When it was your bad ♪
♪ That I was supposed ♪ ♪ To sleep in ♪
♪ Being older now ♪ ♪ It’s finally clear to me ♪
♪ All the sacrifices ♪ ♪ That you made for me ♪
♪ Angry and resentful ♪ ♪ Ain’t no way to be ♪
♪ Ain’t no rotten apples ♪ ♪ In this family tree ♪
♪ And I’m trying to find ♪ ♪ My way back ♪
♪ Wish we could ♪ ♪ Take it way back ♪
♪ No, I love me ♪ ♪ In this moment too ♪
♪ Though trying ♪ ♪ To be the man ♪
♪ You always told me to ♪
[electronic music]
[♪♪♪]