Across The Line

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This kid's not Crosby.

Fletcher, well maybe.

Fletcher?

As in Stevie Fletcher?

You're showing your age now.

Come on. Get real.

I feel like I'm the only one

who's being real at this point.

Have you seen the Slaughter

kid skate though?

We have a station hockey team.

You've seen me skate.

I can skate.

This kid plays hockey

like he's in the NBA.

He doesn't even see the ice!

Yeah, but he scores goals.

That's what you do in hockey.

He misses opportunities

with his teammates.

He showboats.

He floats sometimes.

If I were his coach, you know

what? I'd scratch the guy.

You were his coach?

Oh man. Come on.

Scratch the number one player?

Now you're just being cranky.

Look, the only reason anyone's

even pushing this kid

is because he's from a tough

neighbourhood, North Preston.

Yeah. First black Nova Scotian

to make it to the NHL.

Look, you gotta admit.

That's a Cinderella

story right there.

Yeah. It's a fairytale.

That's the right word.

Fairytale.

A 9-year-old metro girl

has a new lease on life

thanks to surgery at the

Hospital for Sick Children.

Tracey Hooper was given...

Mattie! Carter! Breakfast!

You know they're

ripping us off, right?

I mean there is no way

that bill was $450.

I'm-I'm gonna talk to 'em.

Mm hmm.

Morning Mama.

Ah good morning baby.

Thank you.

Morning Dad.

Mattie.

The guys down at the

cement company keep asking

when you're gonna come

down to the office

and sign some of

your Junior A cards.

Whenever you want, Dad.

Now let's see if

he comes correct

over the next quote on cement.

Ah sh*t!

I got it.

How many inches in

five square feet?

720.

Thank you, Carter.

See boy?

Come work for me.

Slaughter and Son.

Your brains, my skills?

We'll make a killing.

Yeah. I'm out.

Where you going?

Mattie, come here.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.

Oh okay.

So this is what

you're pushing.

Yeah.

That guy give it to you?

Teddy?

Uh huh.

Yeah he just let me

hold it for a bit.

Well Christ, she sharp,

ain't it?

Yeah. I can't even lie.

It's pretty sweet.

For a pimp car.

Get in.

So that white man's promising

you the world, eh?

I haven't even signed

the contracts yet

and already he's got a

scout lined up to see me.

Yeah he's just drooling

about that money

he goin' make off ya, boy.

Yeah. You know what they say,

he's the best.

Yeah. Bullshitter.

Maybe.

But yeah, Mom and Dad,

they happy.

You know, Dad's

running around town

bragging about you and sh*t.

Hey. That's my boy.

Who?

You know, Mattie Slaughter.

Maybe he's got a right.

Yeah.

What? You got a new phone?

Uh business line.

Teddy! What's up?

What you saying?

Got ya.

What's up man? You good?

Yeah man. I'm good.

Listen to this.

Yeah! There we go. You good?

I'm good.

All right. Let's go.

Yo Holmes, to Bel Air.

This place never

gonna change, boy.

It's high school for you.

Yeah.

Mm. Mm mm.

Look at all that sweetness.

Oh you like that, huh?

Oh I love it.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Jayme Crawley.

What are you dressed

like that for girl?

It's a**hole repellent.

She got you.

Yo f*** you.

Oh you wish.

Are we still on for lunch today?

Will you get the work done?

I'll see you at lunch.

Man, that girl is

a super freak bro.

Skoo!

Choose that boy.

Man C, I gotta go.

All right. All right later.

You gonna pick me up

from the rink later?

Don't know. Mm. What you saying?

...special telescopes to see

things that human eyes can't.

For this picture, three

telescopes were used

and each picked up a

different type of light.

The guy at Tattoo Village

said he'd do us two for one.

I bet he did.

I'm not gonna get inked

by some rando dude.

My Dad would torch his sh*t.

X-rays have a lot of energy

so when we look at the

universe in x-ray light,

we see some of

the hottest gas

and the most

powerful explosions.

Infa-red light is given off

by much cooler objects

than the stars.

So what's X?

Come on Jayme. You know this.

We went over

this the other day.

I know. Just give me a second.

If I didn't need

math to graduate,

I'd be telling algebra

to kiss my ass!

Okay. Here.

Jayme.

Hey. Um Mattie just...

we're just going

over some algebra.

Right. Are we gonna do this?

Dude. Relax.

Uh I'm sorry. I gotta go.

Are you still coming

to my home tonight?

Yeah.

Later gator.

Here. Don't lose this one.

I won't.

All the white ministers got

like three baby mammas

so I told my ma hey, I'm gonna

start going to a white church.

I'm serious.

Don't gotta dress up.

Don't gotta listen to

no T.D. Jakes wannabe

put your business on the street.

You in and out in like thirty

minutes and they feed you.

Feed you?

Yeah. You know them little

wafers and the juice?

All right.

What are you gonna do

about the music though?

I say we bring them some

up home music, you know?

Show 'em how we do.

You forget how to walk?

You were in my way.

Just leave it, man.

No, no, no, no.

You were in my f***ing way.

Dwight, let's get

out of here man.

Who the f*** you talking to man?

Hey. I'm going

about my business

all of a sudden this

little f***ing monkey

comes out of nowhere.

Hey. Say that sh*t again.

Todd, back up, man.

Say that sh*t again, huh?

You heard what I said.

I'm gonna f*** you up son.

I can say it again.

No, I'm gonna f*** you up.

Keep talking sh*t.

Dwight!

Miss Downey, you didn't

hear what this racist...

I do not care what he said.

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