Across The Line Page #4

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the other team's fans

throwing bananas on the ice

while he's playing.

I hear you,

but none of that will matter

when Mattie goes first round.

The press says top twenty.

It's the press.

Your son could be the

future of hockey.

I want to make sure

that happens for him,

for this family.

What do you say?

His life.

Mm hmm.

Well Mattie?

Uh yeah.

Yes.

We're gonna do amazing

things together.

Thank you.

John, we'll...

we'll talk later.

Yeah.

Fine.

Sit down. Eat some dinner.

I know you got some questions

about what's been going on

between me and your mother.

She just needs some time,

that's all.

She's not coming back, Dad.

You expecting someone?

Mattie Slaughter.

Hi Mr. Crawley.

Can I help you?

Sh*t. Sorry.

I totally forgot he's supposed

to be tutoring me right now.

Uh is this a bad time?

Yeah actually I prefer...

No. No. It's fine.

You want to see me in

that cap and gown, right?

I gotta do this math thing.

Yeah. Well I gotta

go get ready so...

We'll be fine.

All right. We'll see you later.

Goodbye Mr. Crawley.

See ya.

Quit it.

You're making me nervous.

All right. Done.

You got it.

All right. Let's celebrate.

Go to the basement

and celebrate!

Sorry.

My Dad's kind of

weird about that.

Does your, uh,

does your Dad play?

No.

He has it in his mind that I'm

gonna be the next Sheila E.

Clive Davis, maybe.

What about Sharon Osbourne?

Definitely Clive.

You like this?

Yeah. Yeah, it's cool.

It's f***ing real.

Yeah. I'm not feeling it.

Okay.

This is more your speed, huh?

Who's this?

Uh Henry Green.

Your Dad is gonna kill me,

Jayme.

No. Fraser will never know.

Besides, my Dad likes you.

That Slaughter boy's really

going places, Jayme.

Why can't you bring

home someone like him?

So what?

Your Dad doesn't like John?

You know, just with everything

he's been through with my mom,

he just, he thinks it'd be

easier for me with a black guy.

Not like I haven't

heard black people say

some pretty stupid sh*t.

Oh come on. Don't even go there.

It was one time

and he was drunk.

Oh. He was drunk all right.

Miss Crawley, can I ask

you a little question?

Your man, he got

a big black dick?

Can you handle it?

I mean the guy is f***ing nuts.

Yeah. Well you're just lucky

he didn't whip it out.

My mom just went off.

She was so ready to

get me a new tutor.

You got caught.

What do you mean?

John.

Caught you staring at me.

Okay.

So what? Is that some

sort of a crime?

You're funny.

Why?

What do you want, Mattie?

I see how you look at me.

Something's really

gotten into you tonight.

What are you afraid of?

Is it John?

Yeah right.

Or me?

You are talking a lot

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