The Cutting Edge Page #3

Arms up. Katya, keep in line with him.

Is not race, Katya.

Together. Together.

-What, you shower once a week?

-ls that an invitation?

Douglas, bend knees more.

Good.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, sh*t.

Toe pick.

Katya, lift arms, please.

Go on. Lift arms.

Douglas, please to pick her up.

-Yeah?

-Yes.

Pick up.

Okay. Enough.

-We are finish.

-I told you this was ridiculous.

Would you please put me down?

You-- You cretin.

Guess that move needs some work.

What a waste of good ice.

Ridiculous.

Stare at it long enough, you'll start

to see an Olympic gold medal in there.

Jack Moseley. Sit down.

Sit down, please.

Look, I've spoken with Anton.

First of all, the simple fact

that he brought you out--

You should feel proud.

I mean, we're talking...

...about probably the greatest

judge of skating talent in the world.

Central Soviet Army Sports Club,

Moscow lce Ballet, the works.

I saw you skate in Calgary.

You were a great,

great hockey player.

Don't feel as though this were

a complete waste of time.

I mean, it was worth a shot.

-What, the eye?

-No, the eye's not a problem.

Is it your daughter?

Kate is Kate.

She's an only child,

raised without a mother.

The strain of competition....

Sudden changes tend

to bring out...

...her color.

Is that what that was?

Frankly, the idea's just

a little too bizarre for me.

I believe you're on a 1 0:30 flight,

first class.

-There's a check for your trouble.

-This is called giving me a shot?

I don't have time to screw around.

I can't afford to be wrong about you.

We were 45 seconds away

from the gold medal.

And our boy dropped the ball.

That goddamn glass box

is empty for one reason:

We can't find a go-to guy.

Thirty-five male skaters.

These boys have been doing this

for years and couldn't cut it.

Wagner...

...no stamina.

Myersohn, no rhythm.

Leone, Parnes, Hudler.

Not one single pressure-player

in the bunch.

Lucky shot.

Double or nothing.

You're on.

Katie, there you are.

Hi. I was just coming

to say goodbye.

Hold that thought.

Doug's staying with us for a while.

-Good talking to you, Jack.

-Doug.

Catch your act tomorrow.

It's the end of the line, honey.

If we're working together,

try being polite.

You won't be here long enough

to make it worth the effort.

-Think I can't put up with your sh*t?

-I don't think you can skate.

There's two things I do

really well, sweetheart.

And skating's the other one.

God. You really are a Neanderthal.

I hate to tell you,

but I'm from Minnesota.

That's south of Neanderthal.

What do you do for fun,

polish your knife collection?

I'm sure there's nothing I do

that you'd find exciting.

I don't open beer bottles

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