Sudden Death Page #3

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and the Pittsburgh Penguins.

As we get ready for the seventh and

final game of the Stanley Cup finals,

you can feel the electricity in the air;

it sends a chill up your spine, Paul.

One of these clubs is going to

skate with Lord Stanley's cup

here at Civic Arena Ice tonight.

Listen to the crowd, Mike.

They're going crazy.

Well, here's to a great game.

Great if we win;

not so great if we lose.

We are ready.

Thank you, everybody.

You may leave now.

Mr. Ferrara will close up

your stations.

...singing of our National Anthem.

Oh, say, can you see

# By the dawn's

early light

# What so proudly we hailed

# At the twilight's

last gleaming

- # Whose broad stripes

- What the hell are you...

# And bright stars

# Through the perilous fight

# O'er the ramparts

we watched

# Were so gallantly streaming

# And the rockets'

red glare

# The bombs bursting in air

# Gave proof

through the night

# That our flag

was still there

- I love that part.

- # Oh, say does that

- # Star-spangled

- Well, gotta go.

# Banner yet wave

# O'er the land

# Of the free

# And the home

# Of the brave

This place is going crazy right now.

You could not beg, borrow or

steal a ticket before the game tonight.

If you were packing heat,

you couldn't get in here.

Eddie Belfour

starts in goal for Chicago.

Amazingly, Brad Tolliver will play...

even though he could hardly walk today

much less skate with a fever of 104.

And here we go.

Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals.

And the Chicago Blackhawks

control the opening face-off.

They'll work into Pittsburgh territory,

putting pressure on the Penguins early.

Graham, slap shot!

Tolliver makes the save.

Please, he needs a doctor.

No!

Not any more. Go ahead.

Dead heroes get the best funerals.

Thanks for your help, Andrew.

His wife's recently deceased.

He would have been lonely without her.

I hope that clarifies

the urgency of this mission.

Only your best behavior's

gonna be good enough.

That agent's name was Eddie Caline.

He has a 5-year-old boy, a 3-year-old

little girl, and his wife's pregnant.

- I'll send a card.

- What do you want?

What do I want?

World peace, an end to bigotry

and no more mini-malls.

What am I gonna get?

And I am gonna get it.

That, boys and girls,

is really hot.

- What is your objective?

- My objective?

I get funny all over

when you talk like that.

I know what you're thinking.

Evaluate situation, calculate potential

losses and take appropriate action.

Let me do that for you.

The situation is hopeless.

The losses would be unacceptable.

The appropriate action is to do nothing

and keep your f***ing mouth shut.

What kind of lunatic are you?

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