[crowd cheering]
crowd: Youngblood!
Youngblood!
Youngblood!
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.
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?
-sh**ting 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.
Bla 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
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 a*s.
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, sh*t!
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, sh*t, you all right?
-Yo, what was
that sh*t, 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: as*h*le.
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-a*s cowards.
[door rattles]
sh*t!
-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 a*s, Youngblood.
-Yeah? You got jokes?
-Yeah?
-Hey!
[crowd jeers]
-[whistle screeches]
-g*dd*mn 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 as*h*le, 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 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 a*s 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 sh*t
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]
-g*dd*mn.
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 g*dd*mn 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 sh*t.
[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 sh*t
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 sh*t 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 a*s
on the bench...
for your sake and mine.
-You good?
-Yeah.
-Just get your sh*t
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 sh*t
not going my way.
I remember
when he wrote my coach
a sh*t 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 g*n?
-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 sh**ting.
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, sh*t, 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 a*s
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]
-f*cking 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 sh1tting 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 sh*t.
You can't do sh*t.
-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.
sh**ting. 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, sh*t!
-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 g*dd*mn 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.
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.
g*dd*mn.
[arena music thumping]
fan 1: Come on, let's go!
fan 2: Let's go, boys.
-Put him on his a*s, 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, sh**t!
-[horn honks]
-Yeah!
-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
k*ll 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.
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]
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