Across The Line Page #3

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at the guy's stupid car.

John.

Cars are like religion

to those people.

Cadillacs next to

plywood shacks.

Those guys,

they just love nothing

better than a fight.

That's it.

You just need to

stay away from them.

Hey.

He was just defending himself.

He can't help it if those boys

from Preston act like savages.

And before you start,

me speaking the truth

doesn't make me racist.

Whoa, hey Mom.

Todd was the one who started it.

And those black boys don't know

how to turn the other cheek?

Well maybe the white boys

shouldn't start fights

they can't finish.

Of course you'd feel that way.

Okay.

You're good.

Clean yourself up.

Okay.

I gotta go to work.

Dinner's in the oven, love.

Thanks mom.

Hey, come here.

Wow.

I'm sorry.

Your mom's a b*tch.

Hey. Look, she's just upset.

She said some things...

She keeps talking this bullshit.

Okay. So what do

you want me to do?

You want me to tell my mom

what she can and cannot say

in her own house?

That should go over well.

I want you to stand up.

Whatever.

It's a good thing

I'm not pregnant.

No. Jay... Jayme. Jayme, wait.

Your son is a star.

Mr. Jacobsen says I could

be the next Crosby.

Crosby, huh?

Don't you get a big head.

Ain't nobody putting your

ugly mug on a cereal box.

Thank you.

Endorsements will come.

That's a-that's a

whole other game.

Look.

A lifetime ago I was Mattie.

Well, maybe didn't have

those hands but, uh,

I know talent when I see it.

Mr. and Mrs. Slaughter,

there are a lot of living

rooms across this country

I could be seated in right now.

I've chosen to be here.

It's been a long time since

I've seen a kid skate

with the kind of speed,

power Mattie has.

Hurray today.

Man, whose ride is that?

Carter, this is Mr. Jacobsen,

the sports agent.

He flew in to see your brother.

Okay.

So that's your ride.

Well it's a rental.

Nice.

My bro sick on the ice,

ain't he?

Well that's why we're here.

Mm hmm.

So, uh, when I look at a

player I look for character.

Ah. The milk's spoiled.

Ma?

The fridge is f***ed up.

Carter, just listen to

what the man has to say.

That's Mattie's thing.

Look, it's nice to meet you boy

but let's just make

this paper, all right?

Look. He shoots.

Boom! Mattie scores.

Woo!

Well let's, uh, let's hope he

brings that enthusiasm

to the stands, huh?

I've already said this to Mattie

so I'll say it again here.

I know this work you've

put in has not been easy.

I know that's right.

My job now?

To place Matthew with a family,

the best NHL franchise

that will allow

all that hard work he's put in

over the last ten plus years,

the work you've done,

to pay off.

You want Mattie in the big city?

Some of these small towns here,

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