ANNOUNCER: The Minnesota Pee Wee
Championship is up for grabs.
Both teams playing
like there's no tomorrow.
Duluth, in the Hawks' zone,
looking for a chance to win it.
Only a few seconds remain.
There's a pass out to the blue line.
Intercepted by Gordon Bombay!
Bombay! He's got a breakaway.
Across the blue line all alone
for a chance to win the game!
He's pulled down from behind
by Fox of Duluth.
Fox definitely pulled him down
from behind and this could be...
Yes, the referee calls
for a penalty shot.
What a game!
Hi, Gordon, it's up to you.
I don't wanna see any goats
around here after the game.
You got it?
Now, you miss this shot...
you're not just lettin' me down,
you're lettin' your team down too.
ANNOUNCER:
A pressure situation he's in now.
The 1973 Pee Wee State Championship
now rests on the little shoulders
of number nine, Gordon Bombay.
[CHEERING]
CROWD: [CHANTING]
Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Let's go, son! All right!
[CROWD CHEERING]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
ANNOUNCER: He hit the goalpost,
with a chance to win the game!
What a heart-breaker!
Little Gordon Bombay
had the chance...
All my client did was attempt
to give you what you wanted!
Isn't that right?
This man put his neck
on the line for your greed.
Objection. Your Honor?
Will both Counselors
approach the bench?
MAN: What's he doing?
[WHISPERING]
I don't have anything to tell you.
I just wanna make them wait.
So nod like I'm saying
something important.
- Mr. Bombay?
- Gordon, what are you doing?
- Get out there and be my lawyer.
- Perfect.
This drives him nuts and I love it.
Nice tie, Frank.
You wore that yesterday, didn't ya?
Oh, Mr. Bombay,
I'm so glad you could make it.
Please restrict yourself
to a relevant cross-examination!
Your Honor, the applicability
of societal intent,
Vis-a-Vis individual action
is well established.
I'm citing Minneapolis V. Higgins,
in which the appellant court
overruled a judge
who disallowed similar testimony.
Now, if I'm not mistaken,
that was... you.
Wasn't it, Judge Weathers?
I stand corrected, counselor.
Objection overruled.
FRANK: Oh, you really stooped
to an all-time low on this, Bombay.
BOMBAY: I'm insulted by that, Frank.
You have no idea how low I can stoop.
I mean, I don't mind losing.
I would just like to lose fair.
Losing fair is still losing, Frank.
Gotta go for the "W" every time.
And what about justice?
That man should be in jail.
It was your job to put him there.
Don't take it out on me!
Next time, do your job,
Frankie boy.
- 30 and 0! I remain undefeated.
- What about the Frazier case?
We don't count that one because
I scored with the court reporter.
The one you said
had the intelligent body?
That's the one.
- No calls on the Duck phone?
- Not yet.
What's he waiting for?
I saw him in the back of the courtroom.
How about some kudos here, huh?
Mr. Tolbert dropped off ringside
seats for tonight's North Stars game.
Hockey? [BLOWS RASPBERRY]
Forget it!
Gordon, here's the research
for the Pearlstein Project.
- Can you get started?
- Jane!
Can't you see I'm reveling here?
Today I'm 30 and 0!
- 30 and one.
- Type, Jeannie, don't speak.
- [PHONE RINGS]
- Mr. Bombay's office.
Yes. It's Ducksworth.
You're right. He wants to see you.
Ha-ha-ha!
Thank you very much, Mr. Ducksworth!
It was nothing, Mr. Ducksworth.
Quack, quack, quack, Mr. Ducksworth.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Gordon, another fine job today.
- Thank you, sir.
- Just one thing.
Score. Don't spike.
I'm not sure I understand
what you mean, sir.
This is a business.
It isn't a game.
Next time, a little restraint
might be in order.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey, man, get off my back
I'm doin' the best I can, yeah
You bust my neck Cut no slack
Forget your fellow man
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
[SIREN BLARES]
COP: Pull your vehicle
over to the right, now!
This is not good.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- Hey, man, whoa yeah yeah
- COP: License, please.
- Could you turn down the stereo?
- Sure.
I guess it was a widdle noisy.
A "widdle"?
Okay, I'm taking you
down to precinct.
Breath, blood or urine?
No, thanks, I'm full. [CHUCKLES]
COP: Okay, out of the car. Now.
[SIGHS]
The charges against Mr. Bombay
are driving under the influence,
driving with an open container
and reckless endangerment.
[CHUCKLES] And to think I almost
stayed home this morning.
I assume
you're representing yourself?
Twelve moving violations
in three years?
How do you still have a license?
Okay, let's talk business.
What am I facing?
Suspension of license?
Fines? What?
Yes, unless the D.A.'s office
will allow you to plead guilty
to lesser charges.
But that's solely
up to the prosecutor.
The city of Minneapolis does not
wish to pursue a plea bargain
in this case, Your Honor.
- Hmm.
- Gotta go for the "W," right, Gordo?
The defendant is released
on his own recognizance.
Mr. Ducksworth.
What are you doing here?
I own the place. How about you?
Just goin' over a few cases.
RICOH Statute stuff.
Oh, I thought you might be
researching your defense
against D.U.I.
and reckless endangerment.
Did you think
I wouldn't find out, Gordon?
There was no reason to concern you
with it, sir. They have no case.
Frank Huddy just wants my scalp.
I found a loophole.
I'm gonna plead not guilty...
Gordon, stop it.
There's not going to be a loophole.
There's not going to be a trial.
I am not going to have you drag
this firm's good name
through the mud.
I've talked to Judge Weathers
and he has agreed to suspend
the disposition of your case.
Under what conditions?
Probation, suspension
of your driver's license,
and 500 hours
of community service.
And a leave of absence
from the firm.
A leave of absence?
He can't do that.
- He can't stop me from working!
- He's not. I am.
That was my condition.
Gordon, you need a break.
- You're too wrapped up in your work.
- But, sir, my work is my life.
That's just my point.
The community service
will do you good.
It'll teach you compassion,
a sense of fair play, how to fit in.
- Community service? This is horrible.
- You'll get used to it.
And hopefully,
you'll come back a better person
and a better attorney,
which is why
I'm keeping you on salary
and have arranged a driver for you.
You know, in the early '70s,
I drove the tour bus
for The Grand Funk Railroad.
Man, that was the life.
Chicks, parties,
amps cranked up to about
eight gillion decibels.
Doctor said all that loud music
damaged my hearing,
but I got no regrets.
Except for the '80s.
- [CHUCKLES]
- How could he do this to me?
Community service...
coaching hockey!
I found one! I'm comin' out!
BOY: Karp, you finally found
something for once in your life.
Dumpster Dave comes through!
[GROANS] What do you think?
Lovely, Karp, it goes with your eyes.
You gonna take that from him, Karp?
No. Remind me
to bust your head, Averman.
- Thanks, Peter. Thanks very much.
- Did you get it?
- Yeah! Right there!
- Yeah!
Here, Petie. Here, boy.
A little chili
to keep you warm, buddy.
- Oh, yeah, that's nice.
- Oh, yeah, look!
PETER:
I can't believe he ate the can too.
AVERMAN: He sniffs.
He sniffs again.
Looking for that perfect place.
He sniffs some more. He stops.
I think this is it!
He's turnin' in a circle.
- He squats! He scores!
- Yes! We did it!
[GROANING] Full load.
Stinks!
AVERMAN:
Come on, come on, give me the dollar!
- PETER: Hurry it up already.
- AVERMAN: I'm hurryin', okay?
- PETER: Go, go, go, go!
- Yeah! All right! Let's do it!
BOYS: Oh, come on. Stop!
- Yes!
- Okay! Here we go.
Yeah. There's more inside.
KARP: He's takin' off with it.
This guy deserves what he gets.
- [TIRES SCREECH]
- [SCREAMING]
[LAUGHING]
Oh, guys, he saw us.
Oh, my! [GROANS]
[CHEERING]
Rink's gotta be
around here someplace.
Just look for a sign
that says "Personal Hell."
How could he do this to me?
I hate kids. They're barely human.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
BOY: Come on! Over here!
Keep it down, please!
Hey, please, come on.
There's no need for this.
Let's talk, come on.
I'm your friend, aren't I?
Come on, Goldberg,
at least try to stop it.
I'm getting tired
of chasin' the puck.
Be careful, man.
It almost hit me that time.
Goldberg, you're the goalie.
It's supposed to hit you.
Does that sound stupid
to anyone else?
Good God.
That's the hockey team.
Drive out on the ice.
It'll be all right.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
BOY: I ain't scared. Come on.
- You don't know what you're doin'.
- Shut your face, Karp.
- PETER: We'll get in big trouble.
- BOY: Chill, all right?
- I'll take care of it.
- KARP: They're drugs, I just know it.
Yo, dude.
You obviously in the wrong hood.
This is my dominion.
This is a drug-free zone,
you understand?
We ain't buyin' nothin'.
I'm feelin' generous today.
So I'm gonna let you get
your sorry vanilla bootie outta here
before we be usin'
your eyeballs as hockey pucks.
Thanks, bro, but I'm not goin' home
'til I take care of business.
- He's got a g*n.
- Stand back.
[EXHALES]
District Five Pee Wee hockey team.
I'm Gordon Bombay.
I'm the new coach.
[ALL LAUGH] What a joke!
- Yeah, right.
- Afraid so, dude.
Got the roster right here.
Averman, Dave.
- Conway, Charlie. Hall, Terry.
- Geez, he is the coach!
Here's the long and the short of it.
I hate hockey and I don't like kids.
What's this supposed to be,
a pep talk?
Look, I'm sure this'll be
a real bonding experience.
Maybe one day,
one of you will even
write a book about it in jail.
- Funny.
- Is there a goalie?
Only for a little while.
I'm movin' back to Philly.
- Thank you for sharing that.
- No problem.
All right, get out on the ice.
Let me see what you can do.
Uh, just so you know.
We really suck.
I'll decide
who sucks around here.
- BOY: Get off me.
- They really suck.
The Pete Meister.
Mr. Rabble Rouser.
Passing the puck
over to Jesse Roonie, the enforcer.
- [GRUNTS]
- Ouch!
That hurt!
Oh, it's the Connie-meister,
the velvet hammer.
Hi, coach. I'm Connie.
- Do you play?
- No. So what's our record anyway?
One was pretty close, though.
We only lost by five.
We almost scored a goal too.
So what do we do now... coach?
- What did your old coach have you do?
- He just yelled a lot.
- That's how he hurt his arm.
- His arm?
Yeah, one minute he's yelling at us,
"Little b*stards,
where'd you learn to play?
Oh, you suck, you!
Skate, you little bast..." [GASPS]
Heart attack. Great.
[SIGHS] All right, look.
I gotta make a phone call.
Keep scrimmaging. You, you, you,
you and you against you four.
- We got names, you know?
- I'm sure you do.
And I bet they're very nice names.
I might even learn 'em.
For now, I'll be in my office.
Oh, and if you need anything, fax me.
[CHUCKLES]
Geez, what a jerk.
Where do they find these coaches
anyways?
We're impressionable kids, right?
Shouldn't we check
his qualifications or somethin'?
BOMBAY: Jeannie, who told you
not to give me my messages?
Ducksworth!
Then who's handling my cases?
- BOY: On three!
- Jane!
- One, two, three! Charge!
- Are you kidding me?
She's outta law school one year.
She's not qualified to...
Hold on a second!
- [KIDS SHOUTING]
- Hey! Get your mouth off the windows!
- Hey!
- Get off there!
- [SHOUTING]
- Get off the car!
- We're being invaded!
- Get off!
- Get off the roof, you little monkey.
- Oh, cool!
- Is that a real phone?
- Yes, and I'm really on it.
- Not any more.
- Thank you.
- Let's see, who should I...
- Watch the upholstery.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Don't touch that.
- We wanna ride!
[CHANTING]
We wanna ride! We wanna ride!
We wanna ride!
I could k*ll one of 'em
just to set an example, sir.
Not yet, Lewis.
Take 'em for a spin, anything!
[CHEERING]
This looks good. I'm gonna eat it.
- Wow, I feel like Madonna.
- You wish!
- Seats ten comfortably.
- CONNIE: Shut up, Karp.
- Hey, pass me one of those glasses.
- [GROWLING]
- Yeah, I see your point.
- [SNIFFING]
CONNIE: Oh.
- [SNIFFING]
- ALL: Goldberg!
- It wasn't me, all right!
- Young man, what did you eat?
- Nothing! It wasn't me!
- Open a window!
Oh, man! It's my mom!
- She looks pissed.
- Oh, man.
All right, out!
Everybody, out of the car right now.
Goldberg, why'd you
have to ruin the fun?
GOLDBERG: It was not me
who farted!
Are you out of your mind?
What were you thinking
putting that car on the ice?
- My son was in that car.
- Lady, lady, relax.
One crack in the ice.
That's all it would take. One crack!
- The ice isn't gonna crack.
- Who do you think you are?
I'm Gordon Bombay,
the new hockey coach.
The new coach?
They send you to coach the team
and you endanger their lives.
What danger? I grew up on the ice,
I know when it's safe to drive on.
- How do you know?
- I just know! All right?
Well, listen, Mr. Zen Master,
you may be in tune
with the ice universe,
but when it comes to my kid,
"I just know" doesn't cut it.
Charlie, let's go.
Mom?
Give me my candy! All of it!
All of it, now!
Well, I guess practice is over.
- Sorry my mom ruined it, guys.
- It's all right, Charlie.
Coach, gonna be
at the game tomorrow?
By order of the state of Minnesota,
yeah.
- [DRUMS BEATING]
- [CHANTING] Hawks! Hawks! Hawks!
Hawks! Hawks! Hawks!
Hawks! Hawks! Hawks!
Hawks! Hawks! Hawks!
One, two, three, four, five!
One, two, three, four, five!
- One, two, three, four, five!
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- Hi, girls.
- [GRUNTING]
- Karp! No!
- Goodbye.
The hawks. My first game
and it had to be the Hawks.
Gordon? Gordon Bombay.
- Coach Reilly.
- We're both adults now.
Why don't you just call me Jack?
Hey, come back
to see your old coach, huh?
Well, actually I'm, uh, coaching...
Pee Wee.
- District Five team.
- No kiddin'.
You got a kid on the team
or something?
No, I'm here because I need
to be of service to the community.
How about this, huh? Whoever thought
we'd be coachin' against each other?
Yeah, who'd have thought?
So, who's your hotshot player
this year?
- Anyone good?
- I got a kid named Banks.
Might go all the way.
Not quite as good as you were.
But he wants it more.
Kid won't give up.
Oh, boy,
I wish they would
take that one down. Don't you?
Well, good luck.
You're gonna need it.
It's up to you, Gordon.
You miss this shot,
you're not just letting me down,
you're letting
your whole team down too.
I wish your dad
could be here to see this.
Make him proud of you!
[CHANTING] Win! Win! Win!
All right, guys, gather round.
Come on, come on.
- Win! Win! Win!
- BOYS: Win. Win.
Win! Win! Win!
- Win?
- Win! Win! Win!
Yeah, we're fired up.
BOY: All right! Watch this!
Oh, great. Good concept, guys.
Nice... Ouch!
[GROANS] Nice goin', fool!
- Sorry, I didn't mean to do that.
- Oh, yeah, "I didn't mean to."
Yeah, sure,
you're on my own team.
- Yeah, no problem!
- Oh, sorry, Goldberg. Didn't mean to.
Would you get off me
before I clock you?
Let's go, Jesse!
Go, Terry!
[WOMAN CLAPS AND CHEERS]
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- Let's go! Come on in.
What's this? The Oreo line!
Hey, come on.
Let's play hockey.
Um, batter, batter,
hum, batter, batter!
Hey, batter, batter,
swing, batter, batter!
Hum, batter, batter,
swing, batter, batter!
Averman!
It's hockey!
There's no batter. Idiot.
Hum, goalie, goalie,
hum, goalie, goalie!
Hey, goalie, goalie,
save, goalie, goalie!
Hum, goalie, goalie,
hey, goalie, goalie!
[GRUNTS]
No, I got him! I got him!
[CHEERING]
That's one!
Hey, hey, hey! Easy!
Good show. Sloppy pass.
Way to stuff it, Banks!
[CROWD SINGING]
We will, we will rock you!
All right, all right! Let's run it up!
Run it up! Run it up!
Oh, man! How could you
let him get by you?
All right, line change.
Come on, go, go, go.
[GRUNTS]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
- Hey!
- [GRUNTING]
- [GRUNTS]
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- [CROWD CHEERING]
- [GROANS]
[CHANTING]
Banks! Banks! Banks!
Hey, you!
Come back here! Oh!
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- Why me?
How lazy can you be?
They're k*lling us out there!
How many times do I have to tell you:
Get those rebounds,
get your heads up,
get those loose pucks.
- Get... Just...
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
Just get the hell outta here.
All right!
It's Spaz-way. He'll screw up.
[CROWD CHEERING]
- [CROWD GASPING]
- [GROANS]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Hey, hey! Way to play it, Banks!
All right!
That's okay, Charlie!
Nice try!
Nice fan, Charlie. Keep swingin'.
Maybe you'll give 'em a cold.
- [ALL CHATTERING]
- Hey, hey, hey, knock it off!
Against this team,
we should have twice this many!
Now let's run it up!
Remember, it's not worth winning
if you can't win big!
- REILLY: All right!
- [CHEERING]
Guys! No! Come on,
let's talk about this!
Be civilized!
Come on! Please!
[CROWD CHEERING]
Oh no, guys!
Come on, not again! Please!
Just take the goal.
Fine! I don't care!
- I'm so embarrassed.
- We need a new goalie.
[BUZZER]
All right!
Hey, knock it off!
That was a lousy third period.
Anybody could beat these pansies.
I want you guys
to stay hungry out there!
All right, nice goin', Banks.
New Hawks record.
- Okay, boys. Let's go.
- All right!
Hey, Gordon! Nice game.
I enjoyed it thoroughly.
[CHUCKLES]
BOY: At least I can handle the puck!
[INDISTINCT ARGUING]
Hey, shut up!
You guys stink!
I thought we came here
to play hockey.
You know, I knew we forgot something.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, you think it's funny?
You think losing is funny?
Well, not at first,
but once you get the hang of it.
We're the ones out there
gettin' our butts kicked.
Yeah, it's not like you coach us
or anything. At least we tried.
You didn't listen to a word I said.
I said, keep your heads up.
You put your heads down.
I said, hustle.
You went slower!
That was the sloppiest playing
I've ever seen.
Why the hell
don't you just listen to me?
Why the hell should we?
BOMBAY: I don't care.
You want to lose, fine.
You're the ones
who look like idiots out there.
REILLY: Great game!
Hans?
[CHEERING]
I don't believe it!
Who would throw these away?
First look's free,
next five minutes costs a buck each.
Yeah, guys. Fork it over.
Forget it, Karp.
I can see this every day on MTV.
Hey, guys,
this one's from Minneapolis.
- Hey, Guy, look, it's your mom.
- [LAUGHING]
- Let's give him a wedgie.
- Good idea, Jesse!
PETER: Come on!
I was just kidding, okay?
Hey! Give that back!
Hi, girls.
Does your mommy know you have that?
Nah, she's busy with the mailman.
That'll make great bathroom reading.
That's mine, you jerk!
I found it!
You don't even know
what to do with it, wuss-breath.
You gonna let him
call you wuss-breath?
No!
Hey! Hey! [GRUNTS]
- Oh!
- Come on. Want some more?
You guys want some more?
Come on!
Yeah! You want some more?
Come on! [GASPING]
[INDISTINCT JEERING]
[JEERING CONTINUES]
[GROWLING]
Let's get out!
Move it!
- Thanks a lot.
- All right, man.
One, two, three! Boom!
[GROANING]
What are you laughing at,
cream cheese boy? Let's go!
BOMBAY: If we're gonna cheat,
we gotta make those falls look real.
Keep it up! Whoa!
Score one for the spirit.
Go at him! Go at him!
Good! Go at him!
Come on, get angry! Oh!
Come on, make it look real.
Act hurt!
I am hurt.
Good, good.
Now say it again!
ALL: Take the fall!
Act hurt! Get indignant!
One more time!
Take the fall! Act hurt!
Get indignant!
Good! You guys are ready.
- [GRUNTING]
- [CHEERING]
[BUZZER]
Give me a break, ref! Open your eyes!
Did you see what he did to me?
- Goldberg!
- What?
You don't take the fall
while they're sh**ting at you.
Oh! Well, I guess you didn't
explain that very well, did ya?
- I throw myself on the ice...
- District Five!
Cut the acting class.
One more dive, I forfeit to the Jets!
What? I'm insulted by that!
- Let's go! Let's go!
- Quit it!
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- Face-off! Let's go!
Charlie!
That guy is twice your size.
So the next time
he gets you in a corner like that,
I want you to grab your eye
like it's cut and then hit the ice!
- Got it? Let's go.
- REFEREE: Let's go! Face-off!
Okay, even 'em up, boys.
Here we go.
Hey!
- Come on!
- That's it, Charlie.
- That's it, Charlie!
- Come on!
Damn it, Charlie!
We can't even win when we cheat.
- Stupid cake-eater tricks!
- CONNIE: That was embarrassing.
Charlie! What the hell
is the matter with you?
When I tell you to do something,
you do it! You got it?
Look at me.
- You got it?
- You can't make me cheat.
Jesse, Terry, let's go.
This is what I gave up
my overtime pay for?
To see my kids takin' falls?
Gordon.
How did you know?
Through the back door
at this time of night.
Just like you used to.
You'd spend hours
watching me do this.
What do you think?
Is this sharp enough? Ow!
- Did you cut yourself?
- No. [CHUCKLES]
You always fell for that.
- God, you're morbid, Hans.
- No, I'm Scandinavian.
- [CHUCKLES] It's nice to see you.
- Sure, sure, sure.
You probably thought I was dead.
[CHUCKLES]
I saw you at the game
the other night.
Why didn't you say anything?
You were so busy
screaming at the kids.
I didn't want
to spoil the moment.
- 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, I hardly ever lose a case.
[CHUCKLES]
That is not what I asked.
BOMBAY:
Hmm. I see you still have this up.
- Thanks very much.
- It is important to remember the past.
I'd just as soon forget it.
That was the worse time of my life.
My dad died that year.
- The two are not related.
- No, but it felt like they were.
I found this not long ago.
He was proud of you.
I miss him.
You scored 198 goals
in that season, Gordon.
It'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 I ever wanted to do.
Then why did you stop? Reilly?
I saw what he did to you.
Reilly is an idiot.
- The guy wins.
- It's not about winning. It never was.
Just show them 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.
- [CHUCKLES]
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?
I figured nine and a half
was your size.
Actually, I'm a nine.
Wear thick socks, Gordon.
Enjoy them.
Here comes Bombay
on an end-to-end rush.
Past the blue line, past center.
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, Gordy.
Come on, let's go inside,
it's getting late.
- A few more minutes?
- [SIGHS]
Please?
- Go on. Get outta here.
- Thanks.
[SIGHS]
[KNOCKING]
- Hi, um...
- Please, just go away.
Charlie doesn't want
to be on the team any more,
and neither he nor I
have anything to say to you.
Well, I have something to say to you.
Oh, really?
Door-to-door mistreatment now.
Now the team can feel miserable
between games too, huh?
I 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'?
I was just 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.
I never should've said
what I said to you.
I was angry. I was frustrated.
It took a lot of guts for you
to do what you knew was right.
I admire that.
And, uh, I just wanted
to tell you that, uh,
that I'm...
Oh, boy, this is difficult.
- I'm...
- You're sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'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, I... I can't. Uh...
Well, what are you havin'?
Mr. Ducksworth,
there are two reasons I came by.
First off, I want to let you know
things are going well.
I'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 I'm trying to make, sir,
is that you wouldn't be
taken seriously,
and neither are these kids.
So I thought maybe
the firm could help 'em out.
How much are we talking about?
- Fifteen thousand dollars.
- 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.
I'll get you your own jersey.
[CHEERING]
Ooo, yeah
- Can you feel it baby?
- Ooo
- I can too
- Ooo
Ooo
- Ooo
- Come on, swing
Come on, swing
Come on, swing
- Come on swing
- Ooo
[GRUNTING]
Ooo
It's such a good vibration
[GRUNTING]
It's such a sweet sensation
It's such a good vibration
It'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.
- I heard it was colleges.
He's already been accepted
to four of 'em.
Yeah, but I heard he's gotta
repeat the sixth grade.
Ah, shut up.
Gordon Bombay?
Bombay was a Hawk.
Good vibration
It's such a sweet sensation
- Feel the vibration
- It's such a good vibration
Dude, check 'em out, man.
Holy cow.
- They're pretty good skaters.
- BOMBAY: Anybody know who they are?
That's Tommy Duncan.
He's in my science class.
And that's his sister, Tammy.
BOMBAY: Think they'd want
to play hockey with us?
TOGETHER: Yeah!
Go get dressed.
I'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 I 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 sh**t 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.
- [ALL GROAN] Oh!
- BOMBAY: 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.
- BOMBAY: Send it back, Averman.
Good, Averman. Charlie.
Good! Good.
Now, sail it back.
PETER: Oh! Way to go!
Good, good.
Good, cradle it.
Cradle it.
Soft hands, soft hands.
- [SPLATTERING]
- Oh!
Here it comes.
Nice and easy. Good.
- I did it! I 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, I think you got the ceremonies
mixed up.
It's more like a circumcision.
Coach! Will you come back here?
What'd I ever do to you, man?
District Five! Ready!
Oh, man, I'm gonna die.
I'm gonna die.
- Aim!
- Nice knowin' ya, Goldie.
- Oh, please! No!
- Fire!
[SCREAMING]
I wanna go home!
[SCREAMING]
[LAUGHING]
This doesn't hurt!
You wimps!
Give me your best shot!
Oh! Come on!
Hex goal! Goalie boot save!
Come and get me!
Whoa! Nice shot, man!
I'm a dog! I'm a crazed dog!
Come on!
[CHANTING]
Goldberg! Goldberg!
I am Goldberg!
The goalie! [GROWLING]
Good! Good!
All right, Charlie!
Good hustle, Conway! Way to go.
All right, Karp!
- You guys hungry? Tired?
- ALL: Yeah!
- Do you ache? Are you pumped up?
- Yeah!
Good! That was a hell of a practice.
Be proud of yourself.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey, guys! Excuse me, guys!
You gotta untie me now!
Ha-ha! Good joke.
Very funny. I like it.
No joke, come on, guys.
Hey, coach!
Coach, come on,
don't leave me hangin' like this!
Coach, don't make me
come after you, coach.
- Here you go.
- Thanks. Thanks for the ride.
You did real well in practice today,
Charlie
Let me ask you something.
What happened to your dad?
Mom and I left him.
I don't really remember,
but that's what she says.
You know, when I was a boy,
I had to take care of my mother too.
Really?
What happened to your dad?
He passed away.
You do a good job
takin' care of your mom.
- Thanks.
- Keep it up, all right?
- Okay. Well, see ya.
- Okay. Hey, coach.
- What's that? [JEERS]
- Huh? Whoa!
- Oh!
- Victory! [LAUGHING]
BOMBAY: You've just entered
the tickling zone!
[LAUGHING]
BOMBAY: So I'm right in the middle
of my cross-examination,
and I say to the guy,
"I usually defend heels like you,
you scuzzy, mole-faced rat."
[CHUCKLING]
That's a good one, sir.
- [SMASHES]
- Whoa!
[SCREECHING]
Hey! Hey! Hold it!
Hold it!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Look, it was an accident,
all right?
Never mind the window.
Where'd you learn to sh**t like that?
I didn't learn. I just do it.
Do it again.
- [SMASHES]
- [YELLS]
Well, you're great
at breaking windows.
Do you ever hit the goal?
Yeah. Well, one out of five.
Fulton, is it true what they say?
About the scholarships and how
they won't let you play hockey?
People talk.
It don't mean nothin'.
- Why don't you play for us?
- I can't.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, I can't.
- You afraid?
- No, I mean I can't, you moron.
I don't know how to skate.
Whoa!
Is that all that's stoppin' ya?
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Push, Fulton, push.
Keep your knees bent.
Side to side, good!
Follow me.
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING]
- Watch it! Get out of the way!
- [WOMAN SCREAMS]
Sorry!
Come on, Fulton.
Let's go!
Hey!
Whoa!
The Ducks?
We're the Ducks?
Man, what brain-dead jerk
came up with that name?
As a matter of fact, I did.
But I didn't have a choice.
We're being sponsored.
- By who? Donald and Daisy?
- [LAUGHING]
Hey, you don't wanna be Ducks?
You'd rather be District Five?
Some stupid number?
Better than some stupid animal.
I'll have you know, Peter,
that the duck
is one of the most noble,
agile and intelligent creatures
of the animal kingdom.
- But they're wimpy.
- They don't even have teeth.
Neither do hockey players.
[CHUCKLES]
Have you guys ever seen a flock
of ducks flying in perfect formation?
It's beautiful. Pretty awesome
the way they all stick together.
Ducks never say die.
Ever seen a duck fight?
No way. Why?
Because the other animals are afraid.
They know that
if they mess with one duck,
they gotta deal with the whole flock.
Oh, man!
I'm proud to be a duck.
And I'd be proud to fly
with any one of you.
So how about it?
Who's a Duck?
I'll be a Duck.
Yeah. Me too.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- PETER: Anybody see Goldberg?
- All right!
- Now we're the Ducks!
- [CHEERING]
- The Mighty Ducks!
- [CHEERING]
- What are we?
- ALL: The Ducks!
What the hell are they doing?
Every time you get the puck,
you're the quarterback.
Make eye contact with the receiver.
Talk to him,
let him know it's comin'.
Come on, guys. This isn't a library.
Talk to each other.
- What a weird-a*s team.
- [LAUGHS]
How you doin'?
- You ready?
- I think so.
Okay, Fulton.
sh**t your heart out.
My God!
Wow!
- [CROWD GASPING]
- One out of five.
All right,
Let's forget the past.
We lost a few games, tough!
That was District Five.
- Now we're the Ducks.
- Yeah.
- And the Ducks... are undefeated.
- All right! Yeah!
Quack, quack.
- Quack. Quack.
- ALL: Quack! Quack!
Quack! Quack!
Quack! Quack!
[CHANTING]
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Go... Ducks!
- [CHEERING]
- What the hell was that?
BOMBAY:
Let's go, Ducks! Defense! Defense!
Dig it outta there!
Let's go! Let's go!
Yeah!
Let's go, Ducks!
BOY: Throw it! Throw it!
To the crease!
[CHEERING]
Yes! The Oreo line!
That's my boy! [LAUGHING]
Defense, Karp!
Defense! Come on.
[CROWD GASPING]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
I don't wanna go
to school today, Mom.
Karp, how many fingers
am I holdin' up?
- He wouldn't know that anyway.
- Shut up, Peter.
- Karp, are you okay?
- Look at this.
The Karp-ster used his head
to stop the puck.
Mr. Karp-a-lanee.
Let's get you off the ice.
Come on.
Get him on the bench, Charlie.
[KARP GROANS]
Okay, Ducks,
we still got a chance here.
Connie, Terry, Jesse, Guy,
time for the secret weapon.
Okay, Fulton.
Remember, just like we talked about.
- PETER: Come on, guys. Let's do it.
- [ALL CHEER]
[CHEERING]
Oh, no.
- Go! Get the face-off!
- Line up, boys, let's go.
That's it.
[SCREAMS]
Whoa!
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- [CHEERING]
Whoo! Yeah!
That tie of yours might be
what you need to make the play-offs.
- The Ducks have a shot?
- Sure.
Everyone but the last two teams
are in, remember?
Panthers got the measles
and they forfeited the season.
So, you beat the Huskies
and you'll make the play-offs.
Well, we might have to play
the Hawks.
So?
So they're a tough team.
Nothing's changed since I played.
Actually, one little thing
has changed.
You wouldn't even be a Hawk now.
They redrew the district lines
last year.
The lake is not the boundary
any more.
You see? You'd be a Duck.
I'd be a Duck.
- Excuse me. Coach Reilly?
- Yeah?
I'm afraid
there's a bit of a problem.
- What's that?
- One of your players is ineligible.
Banks! Over here!
- This is a joke, right?
- I'm afraid it's no joke.
- Is there a problem?
- No, just a mistake, Mr. Banks.
Are you this boy's father?
is that your address?
- Yes.
- I'm afraid there's no mistake.
This boy is playing
for the wrong team.
- What?
- According to league rules,
Adam Banks should be playing
for District Five.
- My son is a Hawk, not a Duck.
- Is this your doing, Gordon?
I'll expect to see him
at our next game.
We'll have a uniform waiting for you.
No way!
My son would rather not play
than play for your team.
Fine, if that's the way you want it.
But remember,
if Adam plays for the Hawks,
you'll forfeit every game
for the rest of the season.
Boy, I'd hate to see that.
Look, I'm sorry this had to happen,
but you can see on the map,
it's very clearly delineated.
Gordon? Hey, Bombay!
You stop when
I'm talking to you, son!
What's the idea here?
You trying to sabotage me or what?
The law's a b*tch when it
works against you, isn't it, Jack?
You got a whole team of Banks's.
One kid isn't gonna
make a difference.
Even with Banks, what do you
think you're gonna prove,
you and that bunch of losers?
That's right, coach.
They are losers.
We hate losers, don't we?
They don't even deserve to live.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe Banks
won't make a difference,
but at least we're playing
by the rules.
Why'd you turn against me,
Gordon?
For six years...
I taught ya how to skate,
I taught ya how to score.
I taught ya
how to go for the "W."
You could have been
one of the greats!
And now look at yourself.
You're not even a has-been.
You're a never-was.
Going to the play-offs! Whoo!
One win!
Hey, why aren't you guys in uniform?
We got warm-ups in half an hour.
All right, everyone, listen up.
I got some good news.
We're getting a new player,
Adam Banks.
- What?
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- He's a Hawk.
- He's a good player.
- Yuck.
- Everybody hates him.
- We don't need him.
- I'm the coach. I say we do need him.
If we make it to the play-offs,
he could be a big help.
"If"? All of a sudden,
you don't think we're good enough?
No, he thinks we're losers.
That's what he told Reilly.
- What?
- We heard what you said.
You said we were losers,
we didn't deserve to live.
That's not what I meant.
I saw that picture of you
missing that goal.
You were a Hawk, weren't you?
Guess you guys
stick together to the end.
You know what?
I don't need your stinkin' equipment.
- See you around.
- Peter, come back here.
- I'm talkin' to you, son!
- Forget it, cake-eater.
If you wanna play,
play with yourself.
Come on, Terry.
Where do you guys
think you're goin'?
I don't believe this.
[SIGHS]
All right,
I'm goin' up to the bench because
that's where I'm supposed to be.
Anyone who wants to join me
can join me. Anyone who doesn't...
Well...
Ten minutes to game time, coach.
Yeah, yeah, they'll be out
in a minute. They're...
you know,
working themselves into a frenzy.
[DOOR SLAMS]
Not much of a frenzy.
We forfeit.
Ducks forfeit. Flames, you win.
Hey. Can I sit?
Sure.
[SIGHS] You talk to the guys?
I tried. They think I'm a traitor
for even showing up.
I guess they really hate me, huh?
Is it true you were really a Hawk?
Yeah.
Peter said you blew
a really big game once.
Yeah, well, Peter's right.
It was the last game
of the state finals.
We were tied 2-2
in the end of the third period.
I get a penalty shot.
I go in, I triple deke.
I fake the goalie
right out of his pads.
The puck's headed in,
and then...
- Clang! Hits the post.
- [GROANS]
We lost in overtime.
A quarter of an inch this way
and it would've gone in.
A quarter of an inch, Charlie.
Yeah, but a quarter inch
the other way
- and you'd have missed completely.
- [CHUCKLES]
I never thought of it that way.
At least you got to play
in a championship game.
God, that must've been so cool.
Hey. Can I get you a cup of coffee?
I'd love one.
You know, she has many fine qualities
that men find attractive.
I know that, Charlie.
That fact hasn't escaped me.
So, what kind of guys
does she usually date?
Jerks. I mean,
most of them like her,
but as soon as they
catch a glimpse of me...
Pow! Warp speed! They are gone!
- Don't take it personally, Charlie.
- Oh, I wouldn't even care,
except it's not fair to my mom.
She deserves somebody nice.
Are you gonna come over
for dinner again?
I don't know, Charlie.
I'm not sure
it's such a good idea.
See, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.
I, um...
talked to Jesse and Terry's dad,
and he's gonna take over coaching
for the rest of the year.
You're quitting?
I'm stepping aside
to keep the team together.
The guys can't play
for somebody they don't trust.
I trust you.
The other guys do too.
They just don't know it.
Talk to 'em.
- Charlie, I've done all I can.
- No, you haven't.
You gotta make 'em understand.
You can't walk out on the Ducks.
- We're your team.
- No, you're not.
We are too! We weren't even the Ducks
until you came along.
You made us
and now you're stuck with us.
Charlie.
That's right.
The red is oxygen.
Now, what are the blue ba*ls?
[GIGGLING]
- Tommy?
- Hydrogen?
Is correct.
Now put them together,
and you have a molecule
that makes up 96% of your body.
- What is it?
- Pizza?
[GIGGLING]
[KNOCKING]
It's the principal.
I'll be right back.
Work on H2 CO3.
It's a goody.
- How'd the forfeit go, Spaz-way?
- Yeah, did you score?
Leave me alone, guys.
I don't want to talk about the team.
Oh, yeah, sure. Coach's pet.
Everybody knows he likes you best.
- Likes his mom, you mean.
- Take it back, Karp!
Take it back now!
- Leave him alone.
- You have no right shoving Karp.
- CONNIE: Don't push me.
- Don't push her, she's a girl!
- Lay off!
- Don't shove, Peter.
[ALL ARGUING]
Atoms away!
My atoms!
You! Sit!
Sit, now!
In your seats, now!
I have never in my life...
What have you got to say
for yourselves?
BOY: Quack.
[CLASS CHANT]
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack!
Thanks for coming by
on such short notice, Gordon.
By the way,
your court release came through.
Congratulations.
Your community service is over.
You're kidding.
So you wanted to talk
about my coming back to work then?
- Well, actually...
- Oh, you got your jersey. Great!
A lot's been happening, sir.
The Ducks might even
make the play-offs.
[LAUGHS]
Gordon, you know
Coach Reilly and Mr. Banks.
[MUMBLING]
Sir, they're the bad guys.
[CHUCKLES] No, actually,
Phil is one of my oldest friends.
Gerald was kind enough
to get us all together here
to try to work out
this little problem.
You see, my son Adam
wants to play for the Hawks.
His older brother was a Hawk.
All of his little friends are Hawks.
That's where he belongs.
REILLY: It's a tradition.
Now, you understand that, Gordon.
You played.
Sure, I can.
But the league's already ruled on it.
We've talked to the league,
and we worked out a little deal.
You guys cut a deal with
the Pee Wee Hockey League?
Yes, we did.
REILLY: The long and short of it
is that Adam stays on the Hawks
for the rest of the season.
And then next year,
they redraft the lines.
- Correctly.
- The league did make one condition.
What's that?
That you withdraw your protest.
- That's great.
- Good, good.
- Well, that's settled then.
- No, sir, you don't understand.
I can't withdraw my protest.
- What?
- BOMBAY: Mr. Ducksworth,
you wanted me to learn
about fair play,
and how to be part of a team,
and I may not have learned
everything yet, but...
I remember something
my father said to me.
A team isn't a bunch of kids
out to win.
A team is something
you belong to,
something you feel,
something you have to earn.
And I'm not gonna
let those kids down.
Gordon,
I'm going to make this simple.
Are you prepared to lose your job
over some kids? Some game?
Let me ask you, sir.
Are you prepared to fire me
over some kids? Some game?
Collect your personal belongings,
Gordon.
Yes, sir, Mr. Ducksworth!
Thank you very much,
Mr. Ducksworth!
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,
Mr. Ducksworth!
- Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack.
- Gordon, stop quacking.
[QUACKING]
You may have paid for this jersey,
sir, but you didn't earn it.
I'll see you in the play-offs.
[BELL RINGS]
Excuse me. There are some students
here that I'd like to see.
- Who are you?
- I'm their hockey coach.
If you could tell me where
I can find each of them, please.
They're in room 223.
- All of them?
- All of them.
ALL: "I will not quack
at the principal."
"I will not quack
at the principal."
- What do you want?
- I want to talk to you guys.
- People.
- People, right.
Sit down, please.
All of you.
Okay, don't sit down.
Look, what's done is done.
I want to be your coach again.
You wanna coach a bunch of losers?
- No, I want to coach the Ducks.
- What about the things you said?
You said we didn't deserve to live.
Karp, I was being sarcastic.
Do you know what that means?
- No.
- Okay, then you do.
I didn't mean those things
the way they sounded.
You guys know what it's like
to be misunderstood, right?
- Yeah, of course. We're kids.
- So...
Can you forgive me?
Can I be your coach again?
- What about Banks?
- He can be on the team if he wants.
He should have been with us all year.
It's you guys who were cheated.
But let's forget all that crap!
- We're a team, right?
- DUCKS: Yeah.
I made you guys,
and I'm sticking with you.
So, what's it gonna be?
We can play tomorrow night
and still have a shot
at the play-offs...
or we can forfeit again
and the season's over.
Peter, what do you say?
Well...
I guess it would help
if we practiced first.
All right. Let me see if I can
get you out of detention.
- Yes.
- Take that.
You really quacked
at the principal?
[CHUCKLES] Yeah.
Are we Ducks, or what?
Yeah!
Look at your mother.
- Let's see how it is in ten minutes.
- I'm gonna k*ll you!
Hey.
Wasn't sure if you'd show up.
Yeah, whatever.
- I just want to play hockey.
- Good.
Ducks, you all know Adam Banks.
On behalf of the Ducks,
I'd like to say welcome.
Cake-eater.
Ooh, the Jess-man,
dissin' the new guy! The Jess-ster!
Shut up, Averman!
AVERMAN: It's just a joke.
Puttin' on a Ducks jersey
doesn't mean you're a real Duck.
They're a good group
once you get to know 'em.
I bet.
Well, suit up.
I'll see you on the ice.
On your left!
Over here! I'm open!
Come on, right here!
Up front!
- Up front!
- Pass it to Banks!
Come on!
Do somethin' with it!
- [WHISTLE BLOWING]
- Yeah! All right!
Way to go, Banks!
[CHEERING]
[DUCKS TALKING EXCITEDLY]
Goldberg, you're gonna
sit this one out.
What? You're pulling
the goalie when we're tied?
Listen, listen, listen!
A tie isn't gonna help us.
We need the win.
Okay, Fulton,
you're our extra man.
Everybody, get the puck to Fulton.
That's your job.
We pulling
the Statue of Liberty play?
- Yeah?
- No, take your shot.
You may only get one,
so it's gotta be good.
- But, coach, one outta one?
- Soft hands, Fulton.
- Concentration, not strength.
- BOMBAY: That's right!
Okay? Let's get the Huskies!
- Let's go! Come on!
- [ALL YELLING]
Let's back it up, boys.
Let's make it a fair one. Let's go!
- Get in there!
- Come on!
JESSE:
sh**t, sh**t, sh**t, sh**t, sh**t!
sh**t, Fulton, sh**t!
We won!
We made the play-offs!
CHARLIE: Boy, this is great.
CONNIE:
Guys, look, it's the North Stars.
- Oh, man.
- It's Mike Modano!
- Believe this?
- Cool!
- This is too cool.
- I can't believe this.
CONNIE:
This place is humongous.
What are we doing here?
It's a little play-offs present.
Hey, Gordo!
Gordon Bombay, right?
- You remember me?
- Sure, from Pee Wees.
- This guy used to rule in Pee Wees.
- I heard you were a farmer.
Actually, I became a lawyer.
But I'm coaching Pee Wee now
and this is my team, the Ducks.
Ducks, this is Basil McRae
and Mike Modano.
DUCKS: We can see that.
- All right.
- Hey, Ducks!
Listen to this guy.
He knows what he's talking about.
If you ever want a shot, I'll get you
a tryout in the minor-league clubs.
- Thanks.
- No problem. Hey, nice seein' ya.
Take it easy.
BOMBAY:
All right, let's have some fun!
You've got to accentuate
the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess
with Mister In-between
You've got to spread joy
up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to that minimum
Have faith or pandemonium
You're liable
to walk upon the sea
To illustrate my last remark
Talking about Jonah in a whale
and Noah in an ark
What did they do
when everything looked so dark
Then they say
You better
accentuate the positive
Eliminate that negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess
with Mister In-between
We better
accentuate the positive
Eliminate all the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess
with Mister In-between
No, don't mess
with Mister In-between
- Hey!
- Hey!
Don't you mess
with Mister In-between
You know, I heard the North Stars
wore the same underwear...
all through the play-offs
last year for luck.
So I'm doin' the same thing.
Hmm. Maybe I should've cooked.
You know, I'm thinkin' maybe we can all
go down to the winter festival tonight.
- All three of us?
- Sure.
I don't think I should,
'cause I got a lot of homework.
You should go. With my mom.
By yourselves.
[DOORS SLAMS]
Mmm, smells great!
Hello.
[WHISPERING]
Go for it.
Hi.
CASEY:
I don't know how they sculpt these.
Hmm, I wonder.
I used to sculpt,
but now I do mostly paintings.
How do you think
they do the details?
Oh, little men.
Tiny chisels, big mittens.
Oh.
I'm nervous.
I'm rambling on and on here.
You probably think I'm weird.
No, I think you're great.
When I was a little girl, I used to
pretend that that was an ice castle.
And that was my room,
that window right up there.
And last winter
I gave Charlie that one.
What about me?
Which window's mine?
I want to live there too.
What? What did I say?
- It's just not that easy.
- What's not that easy?
Casey, I was just
playin' around.
Look, I don't know
how you feel about me.
I don't even know
how I feel about you.
But I do know there's
a little kid back home...
who's absolutely falling
in love with his coach...
and if you can't deal with that,
if you're just playing around,
then you better let me know.
What are we talking?
'Til death do us part?
- I have to decide on the first date?
- Stop it, Gordon.
Charlie's gonna be there
when we get back.
And tomorrow.
And ten years from now.
Look, I can take it.
But if Charlie gets too attached...
Every time this happens, it gets...
a little rougher on him.
Just on him?
I'm glad to be here with you.
Me too.
ANNOUNCER: The surprising Ducks
are still in this game
against the Hornets.
Banks moving right in front, stops.
He shoots, he scores!
It's getting rough out there
between the Ducks and the Hornets.
Here's Adam Banks in the slot.
He stops, shoots. He scores!
Back it goes to Averman.
He shoots! Score!
The ducks win it,
And now it's on
to the semifinals...
where the Ducks
will face the Cardinals.
What a game so far, ladies and gentlemen!
The Ducks and the Cardinals!
Cardinals with it in their own zone,
tryin' to clear it out.
Pass to the blue line,
intercepted by the Ducks.
Here's their star, Adam Banks. Banks
has great speed. Right down the middle!
Goes around one man with a great move!
Steps around another defender!
He scores!
Come on! Come on, Jesse!
ANNOUNCER:
Ducks with it again.
Here's Averman,
now getting it over to Banks.
Germaine is right in the slot.
Germaine with it!
He shoots, he scores!
Germaine put it off
the goaltender's glove into the net!
And that does it! The Ducks have won!
Can you believe it?
4-2, and the Ducks now get set
to face the Hawks in the state finals.
REILLY:
All right, it's up to you, Gordon.
Now, you miss this shot,
you're not just letting your team down,
you're letting me down too.
Remember, it's not worth playing...
- If you can't win.
- That's right. Okay, son, let's go.
Let's go, son! [YELLS]
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
Oh, say does
that star-spangled
Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave
- Let's go!
- Let's go! All right!
ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the Minnesota
State Pee Wee Championship.
Have we got a game for you today.
The Hawks, coached by Jack Reilly.
[CHANTING]
Win, win, win, win, win!
Win, win, win, win, win!
[CHANTING]
Win, win, win, win, win!
Win, win, win, win!
[CHANTING]
Win, win, win, win!
[CHANTING]
Win, win, win, win, win!
[CHEERING]
Ducks, let's fire it up!
Come on, let's get fired up!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
- Go Ducks!
- Let's go!
[CHEERING]
[BOOING]
Hey, Banks.
Don't forget what side you're on.
He's a Duck, Jesse.
He'll play like a Duck.
ANNOUNCER:
And the game is underway,
and right off Larson and McGill
with a heavy hit.
That gives you an indication
of what you're going to see tonight.
REILLY: Good hit! That's the way
I want you guys to play it!
ANNOUNCER: The Ducks in green
chasing it down against...
A hard hit out at center ice!
Keep it away from 'em!
Come on, Banks!
Heavy hitting continues
in this championship game.
Banks up the center ice.
He drives it down into the Hawks' zone.
Back in again to Larson,
the man behind the net.
- Go, go, go!
- Get it out of there!
Banks, two comin' hard!
Banks still looking
for an opening, moves it up.
Banks gets knocked down
against the boards.
The puck is intercepted by the Hawks.
Here's Larson, over to Brown. Brown,
in front, goes backhand. He scores!
Come on! Hustle!
Come on, you guys!
Hawks with a 1-0 lead,
come back to center ice.
Larson gives it up to McGill.
Here's McGill, inside,
the lead at center ice.
He's up on the blue line
and around the net.
And he scores!
And now the Hawks lead 2-0.
Good save, Goldberg!
All right, all right!
That's the kind of hockey
I want to see
played all day, boys.
Larson stopped at the blue line,
but the Ducks can't clear it out.
McGill to Brown, left side.
He shoots! He scores!
The Hawks lead late
in the first period, 3-0.
Don't be scared of them, Ducks.
That's what they want.
Keep your heads up.
Play proud.
- Let's fly! Come on, let's go!
- [DUCKS CHEERING]
REILLY: All right, pressure, boys.
Pressure, pressure!
All right, hold it, hold it.
I want you to drop Banks like a bad
habit. I want him outta the game.
- Finish him off. You got it?
- Yeah.
Okay, boys, let's go.
All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right!
Face-off for the second period,
and the Hawks win the draw.
They get it back to Stickler.
Stickler to the blue line of the Ducks.
His pass taken away by Conway.
BOMBAY:
Go after him!
Taken by Adam Banks.
Here's Banks across the blue line!
McGill from behind!
Knocks Banks down!
Banks shoots! He scores!
Adam Banks with a great goal
for the Ducks!
McGill knocked him down
from behind, but Banks scored.
Adam.
Adam, are you okay?
- What'd you do?
- My job.
Okay, we need the paramedics in.
He's injured.
Oh, my God.
Come on, son, let's go.
Come on.
Number seven, McGill.
Cross-checking.
Two minutes.
HAWK:
Don't worry, guys.
Did it go in?
- Yeah, man.
- Jesse, do me a favor.
Kick some Hawk butt.
All right, cake-eater.
He'll be okay, Sir.
We need to take some X-rays, though.
Hell of a job, son.
They score against us,
they're gonna pay the price.
Now, don't worry.
We're gonna get that one back.
You got somethin'
to say to me, Bombay?
To think I wasted all those years
worrying about what you thought.
You're goin' down, Reilly.
Let me go after 'em, coach.
Let me get 'em.
No, we're better than that.
Look, look, it's time
to play smart hockey, Duck hockey.
- All right? Now we got the power play.
- DUCKS: Yeah. All right.
We're gonna hit 'em
where it hurts the most: Up there.
DUCKS: Yeah.
Fulton, you're in.
- Coach, they'll be rushin' him.
- Right.
Jesse, make sure you give
Fulton plenty of time.
- Right, coach.
- CHARLIE: Jesse, do good.
Let's go!
- DUCKS: Yeah!
- Hold it! Wait! Whoa!
Let's have fun out there.
- DUCKS: All right!
- All right!
Let's go!
Let's go!
The Ducks trail 3-1, and now they
call on number 44, Fulton Reed...
BOMBAY:
Get the face-off!
ANNOUNCER:
Who has a big, booming shot.
And the Ducks get it
back to Fulton Reed.
Hall clears the front of the net.
Here's Reed winding.
He scores!
Fulton Reed has scored,
and the Ducks are back in the game!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yes!
Yes! That's it!
More fun! More fun!
Of all the sloppy a*s... Ladies,
they don't need our help out there!
Now I want that
Fulton Reed covered.
He better not make another shot.
You got it?
I'm tellin' you, you blow this game
and nobody makes the team next year!
All right, get out there!
Quick feet, now!
Quick feet!
The puck comes around,
now to Blake on the right side.
Blake through the slot
with a backhand. Scores!
Blake with a backhanded goal,
and the Hawks regain
the two goal lead at 4-2.
Guys, guys, guys,
listen up, listen.
We have got to stay
fired up and focused, all right?
It ain't over 'til it's over.
Tammy, Tommy, let's show these Hawks
something really different. Come here.
All right.
I want you guys to start up here...
Third period and the Ducks trail 4-2,
trying desperately
to get back in the game.
The Ducks with Tammy
and Tommy Duncan on the ice.
Tammy Duncan goes in front
of the net, Tommy with the puck.
Tammy's spinning,
and the Hawks are just looking at her.
- Come on.
- Come on!
Now!
Tammy Duncan shoots, she scores!
Yes! Yes!
We're still alive!
[CROWD BOOING]
I'm on, coach.
Yes, we're still in there!
He Grabs McGill from behind...
and throws him over the boards
into the bench.
Now he wants to pick a fight
with the entire Hawks team.
Fulton Reed has to be restrained
by the referee.
Game misconduct.
You're outta here, son.
I'm off, coach.
He barely touched him.
Oreo line!
I want you to remember
what we learned.
- Ducks stick together, right?
- Yeah!
So let's see it!
Show me the flying "V."
- All right!
- All right!
Let's get a line change!
Let's go!
JESSE: Here we go!
Come on, y'all, let's go!
Come on! Come on!
Flying "V"!
Jesse Hall goes behind his own net,
joined by the rest of his team.
Here they come from behind the net!
It's the flying "V"!
Come on! Come on!
Terry Hall, with the puck,
moves the puck ahead to brother Jesse.
They stay onside the blue line.
Jesse Hall with it,
trying to come down the slot.
Moves down the right side,
now in front of the net. Jesse scores!
[CROWD QUACKING]
With the score tied 4-4, the next goal
will decide the championship.
Tremendous pressure. Neither team
can afford any mistakes now.
23 seconds left to go in regulation.
Looking for
the game-winning goal,
here's Morgan moving into the slot.
He shoots and a big save.
Big save, Goldberg!
We'll get 'em in overtime!
Score tied at four.
Now Averman ahead to Charlie Conway.
- Come on, Charlie.
- Conway to center ice on a breakaway!
Conway moving across the Hawk
blue line,
down the middle!
He could win the game!
Hey! Where's the call?
No time left on the clock, but
the referee is calling a penalty shot!
REILLY:
What kind of call is that?
Okay, we've got a penalty shot
for the Ducks.
Coach, penalty shot.
Anyone on the ice can take it.
All right, Ducks,
who's gonna take it?
- I think he should take it.
- Me?
What about Charlie?
- What about Charlie?
- All he does is fan.
Let's let him finish
what he started.
- Coach, we have a chance to win.
- Damn straight we do.
Come here. You been practicing
that triple deke?
- Yeah.
- Then you're all set.
You may make it, you may not.
But that doesn't matter, Charlie.
What matters is that we're here.
Look around.
Whoever thought
we'd make it this far?
One, two, three.
Triple deke.
Take your best shot.
I believe in you, Charlie,
win or lose.
- Thanks, coach.
- Go get 'em.
- All right, Charlie.
- Let's go, Charlie.
[ALL CHEERING]
ALL: Go, Charlie!
Okay, now wait for my signal.
Good luck.
[CHANTING] Charlie, Charlie,
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,
[CHANTING]
Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...
Okay, now don't leave your crease
before he touches the puck. Good luck.
[BLOWS WHISTLE]
Come on, Charlie.
Come on, Charlie.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[SILENCE]
[CHEERING]
Thank you, Hans.
I'm proud of you, Gordon.
[CHANTING] Ducks, Ducks, Ducks,
Ducks, Ducks, Ducks, Ducks, Ducks,
Ducks, Ducks, Ducks, Ducks,
Ducks, Ducks, Ducks, Ducks,
Ducks, Ducks, Ducks, Ducks,
Ducks, Ducks, Ducks...
Look, don't take
any bad dives, okay?
Just remember,
keep your head up, man.
Cake-eater.
Remember, strength,
not concentration.
BOMBAY: Right.
And for God's sakes, soft hands.
Right. Anything else?
Yeah. Have fun
out there, coach.
I must be crazy.
A tryout with the minors.
I'm gonna be goin' up
against kids half my age.
Just have a good tryout, Gordon.
One step at a time.
Yeah, you're right.
[KIDS HOOTING]
Bye. I'll call you
when I get there.
Banks is first in line next!
Hey, Ducks!
No matter what happens,
we'll see you next season.
- We got a title to defend.
- [CHEERING]
I'm closing up
I'm closing in
Couldn't wait for this moment to come
Couldn't wait for this day to begin
Won't be afraid
Got so much pride
And I've never been a loser
And I just can't lose tonight
Winning it all,
ain't gonna walk away
Giving it all,
no matter what you say
Ain't gonna fall,
don't wanna lose today
Winning it all
This time it's right
My time has come
Gonna give everything that I've got
Till it's over and victory's won
No second chance
No giving up
Because no one remembers a loser
And I don't intend to be one
Winning it all,
ain't gonna walk away
Giving it all,
no matter what you say
Ain't gonna fall,
don't wanna lose today
Oh, winning it all
Winning it all,
ain't gonna walk away
Giving it all,
no matter what you say
Ain't gonna fall,
don't wanna lose today
Winning it all
Winning it all,
ain't gonna walk away
Giving it all
Buddy you're a boy
make a big noise
Playin' in the street,
gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face,
you big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin' we will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man,
hard man
Shoutin' in the street,
gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face,
you big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
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Mighty Ducks, The (1992)
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