The Cutting Edge

It's 1 :
00.

It's 1 :
00 in the afternoon.

I got a game.

The hell happened to the alarm?

I'm supposed to be on the ice.

You say, "nein."

-Yeah, 9:
00. What happened?

-Yeah, "nein."

Badge. Shirt.

You say, "nein alarm." Is mistake?

No. No mistake.

This is great. Late for the Olympics.

I'm just about four hours late, Rita.

-"Rita"?

-I don't believe this.

"Rita"?

-Leta?

-"Leta"?

Anita.

Namen, Gita.

Gita.

This is the Olympics, Kate.

Thirty million people...

...just called their families in

from the kitchen to watch the replay.

What do you think this is, Kate?

Junior Pairs '82?

No. As I recall, in '82 you were

still humiliating me in private.

Maybe because

you were still listening.

If I'm going deaf, it's because

I've had you...

...screaming in my ear

for the last nine years.

He's not giving me

anything to work with.

Rick, this is impossible.

I wanna see your ass in the air.

Until Hercules here

learns how to lock his grip...

...this will have to do.

-Name, son?

-Dorsey, U.S. hockey.

Hell, son, they're just about to start.

Kate, this has to stop right now.

Rick knows what's best, honey.

He got us here.

How sweet. He lets us tag along.

You're gonna go back out there,

apologize, and get to work.

I wouldn't bet the ranch, Dad.

-Where do you think you're going?

-I'll be in my cell.

What--? What are you--?

Does this go up to the ice?

Does this go up to the ice?

-What?

-Does this go up to the ice?

Is that all you have to say?

Were you raised in a barn?

Honey, where I'm from,

we stand for the national anthem.

If you're just joining us

from the men's downhill...

-...you're in for a big surprise.

-West Germany was supposed...

...to be easy for the United States,

but here in the third period...

... West Germany is up by a goal.

Doug Dorsey, down to the last dime...

...of a two-minute penalty

for high-sticking.

-He can't wait. Neither can the fans.

-Come on.

Four, three, two, one.

Dorsey running out.

They'll hit him with the breakaway.

It's offside.

Doug Dorsey, the phenom

from Mayhorn, Minnesota.

What a super story, Bud.

A junior from Minnesota State.

Talk about being on the fast track.

There are at least 1 2 NHL clubs

that'd love to have him on their roster.

Just an incredible young athlete.

If you haven't seen him before,

you're in for a real treat.

We're talking about one of the finest

skaters in amateur hockey today.

There was a piece this week.

A writer called him:

"The Minnesota Machine. "

U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A.

For the record...

...you've lost 1 8 degrees

of peripheral vision in your right eye.

Now, in most cases, this would be

considered an inconvenience.

-But for a hockey player--

-So how long before it comes back?

You've had extreme trauma

to your occipital lobe.

Doc, how long?

You got a blind side, Doug.

It's a permanent condition.

-So there's an operation, right?

-I'm afraid not.

Some micro-laser thing....

You open me up and--

Doug, I've specialized in ophthalmic

surgery for over 1 5 years.

Okay, you don't do it, but somebody,

somewhere.... Down in Mexico City...

...they shoot shark piss up your nose,

you sit in traction for eight months.

Doug...

...I'm sorry.

I don't see professional hockey

in your future.

-See you at the game tonight, Doug.

-Not if I see you first.

-See you, Mike.

-Mike.

Anybody seen my wife?

Ice-time meltdown.

You're listening to WICV,

Duluth, Minnesota.

We're gonna warm you up.

-Hi, Doug.

-ln a hurry. Any mail?

-No.

-I got a game. Make me a sandwich.

Little brother, Snyder can't make it.

I need a hand.

-I got a game.

-Hi, Dougie.

-It's Friday night.

-Make me a sandwich.

-I need a hand.

-I need a sandwich.

Dougie, wait a minute.

Doug, I got no place else to go.

You're my brother,

not my boss, okay?

Douglas, I'm not asking you,

I'm telling you.

Will you get off my back?

I'm no bartender. Get used to it.

What the hell's that mean?

What makes you so special?

You're playing

in a goddamn bar league.

Hey, Walt, at least I'm playing.

Hey. Your 23rd letter arrived today.

Detroit Red Wings.

It's over, little brother.

Everybody knows it but you.

-Give me that.

-"Doug, sorry about the eye.

-Next time you're in town...

-Give me that letter.

-...we'll buy you a ticket."

-Give me that goddamn letter!.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna fight me?

Are you gonna fight the world?

Everybody?

Well, put me on the list, pal.

Come on, let's go.

You want something to eat,

make it yourself.

All right, Kate. Enough.

Lovely. Let's do it again.

Do we or do we not

have eight minutes left?

Enough for today.

Perhaps you are wanting

to take shower, da?

All right.

What he needs

is a ride to the airport.

I've got laundry that

can skate better than that.

He lasted a month.

You should've been making

her singles skater.

So where do we go from here?

Two years, eight partners.

This one too small.

That one too big. Too loud.

Too much sweat. Not enough sweat.

Jack, she is tremendous skater.

Everyone is saying this.

Petite. Powerful. Intelligent.

But always is coming the big B.

What a b*tch.

-What about Spindler?

-Spindler?

Spindler say

before he skate with her...

...he wear garlic from neck

and sleep with cross.

Who is left?

I am....

I am at bottom of barrel.

Then you find another barrel.

You are bigger than I think.

-What?

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