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[corporate office sounds]

Elaine, did Booker ever--

did he really cut a car in half with a chainsaw?

[laughs] Um--

Dennis, uh, Larry would like aword from you, from accounting?

[walking]

OK, I'll get right to the point.

Bless you.

God, after going throughall that crap with wine bars

and dating, Patrice was it, man, it!

And then to find her with that scum--

that slime, that-- that mortgage broker.

Well, I was heartbroken.

I'm mad, Mr. Booker.

Shake it off, Larry.

How much to break his arms?

Break his arms?

[drawer opens]

[papers shuffling]

Legs, spleen, arms.

[clears throat] $2,000.

Two--

Two--

Thousand.

$2,000, yeah.

[clears throat]

I'll get back to you.

Thank you.

What do they think I am?

MALE HECKLER: [SHOUTING] You're a goon!

Cementhead!

[crowd jeering]

All right, even with all the many facets

of the Teshima corporation, thesporting world is new to us.

Right after our merger withthe Crane Organization,

we awoke the next morningwith-- of all things--

a hockey team--

A malaised hockey team!

All right, I know--

I know we gave up a recordnumber of goals last year.

And so in recognizing the need to rebuild,

we went after a defenseman.

In fact, the best. All right?

Gentlemen, please.

It's obvious you're familiarwith this all time great--

tapped out of a two year retirement

to lead us with his 18 yearsof pro-hockey experience!

The future of the Blades--

FEMALE HECKLER: [JEERING] Sell this man!

--defenseman Bill Bludworth.

[microphone feedback]

[crowd shouting]

MALE HECKLER: We don't need you here!

Well, I--

I'm-- I'm proud to join this organization.

I think we've got a good team.

I think my talents will contribute to us

winning the cup this year.

[crowd shouting]

CROWD PERSON 1:[JEERING] Get rid of 'em!

CROWD PERSON 2: [SHOUTING] We don't need you here.

MALE HECKLER: [SHOUTING] Sell him for a--

Thank you very much.

And if you have any questions, I'll try

to answer them as best I can.

Yeah, how much they payingyou to sit in the penalty box?

How much?

What the hell kind of question is that?

[table crashing]

[fight noises]

[grunts]

[YELLING] Hey!

Ow!

Ow!

MAN: What's wrong, mighty man?You just hit a woman.

MAN 2: Get this guy!

[punching]

[scuffling]

[brawl noises]

[display crashing]

[theme music playing]

THEME SONG: I feel a beaton the street tonight.

The lights are bright andit feel all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night and it feels so right.

Hot! [ECHOS] Hot.

[skates breaking to a stop]

MAN [OFF CAMERA]: What do youthink about Bill Bludworth's

return to pro-hockey?

Oh, you know.

Bludworth belongs in a zoo peeling bananas.

No player should be subjectedto that kind of hockey.

Could've sworn I saw him lastweek on America's Most Wanted.

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]: Beingtheir first year in the league

for the Soviet players, are they at all

familiar with Bill Bludworth?

TRANSLATOR [OFF CAMERA]:[speaks russian] Bludworth?

Bludworth?

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]: He's back in hockey.

[IN RUSSIAN] The hooligan, no!No.

[IN RUSSIAN] No.

Yes!

All right!

Bill Bludworth, he's a god!

This company has finallydone something I can respect.

[thud]

WOMAN 1: It's already on your desk.

WOMAN 2: Oh, it's here.

[MAKING SOUND EFFECTS] Goom-goom-goom-goom!

What?

[laughter]

Bill Bludworth! CO-WORKER 1: Who?

The Bludworth Berserk?CO-WORKER 2: I don't know.

CO-WORKER 3: Bludworth?

CO-WORKER 4: Do you know who he's talking about?

Bill Bludworth!

CO-WORKER 3: Yeah?

Aight.

You guys might be hockeyilliterate 'cause the Blades

suck, but Bill Bludworth, man.

The guy's a legend!

[phone intercom buzzer]

Yeah, Chick Sterling wants to see you.

He's like-- my hero.

[doors bursting open]

You want me?

We've an assignment foryou that starts yesterday,

literally!

It's a bit out of the ordinary,

but you are the head ofsecurity and we have a crisis

that needs to be secured.

You're familiar with Bill Bludworth?

[MAKING SOUND EFFECTS] Boom-boom-boom!

Oh, no.

Well, he needs a bodyguard.

What he needs is a babysitter.

[SHOCKED] No way?

Listen, Booker.

Don't make me beg.

No Chick, I meant no way in a good way.

I mean, listen, I would do this for free!

Listen, Booker, you've beenwith us-- what-- a few months?

Yeah.

And you have been responsiblefor your share of destruction,

but you are nothing next to this hoodlum.

Bludworth's been with us-- what--

24 hours.

I have lawsuits.

I have black eyes.

There are threats against his life.

Just protect him.

Protect us.

And don't let him out of your sight!

And you better bring a tranquilizer gun.

You know, Chick, I knew this job would pay off.

[SHRIEKS] Woo!

Oh, god.

Hi, Bill?

Yeah, Dennis Booker.

Listen, that goal you scoredagainst The Whips in 1980--

man, that's the only thing thatwent right for me that year.

Yeah!

Want to get a beer?

Cool.

You want to give me a puck?

That's great man, thanks.

[players scuffling]

[loud punches]

COACH: All right, let me in here!

What's going on?All right, that's enough!

PLAYER: Hey!

COACH: That's enough!

Get outta here!

BILL: You wanna play hockey?

COACH: What's the matter with you guys?

Just let him go. Just let him go.

Hey! Let him go.

Let him go!

All right, now that's enough!

[door bursts open]

CHILDREN: There he is!

- Get outta here! - Look, there he is!

Uh-- Mr. Bludworth, sir, I'm Dennis Booker--

Where's the bug spray, it's worse than a bunch

of gnats or something, huh?

Please, Mr. Bludworth!

You want an autograph?

[pen hits ground]

CHILDREN: Aw.

A, man, what does it takejust to sign a name, uh?

What's it take?

CHILDREN: Whoa!

CHILD 1: Oh, my god.

I'd never wash your forehead.CHILD 2: I'm never gonna wash--

CHILD 3: Look at his forehead!

You get it, lucky!

You happy?

CHILD 4: Look at this, man.

Well, those kids, huh?

Mr. Bludworth, I'm Dennis Booker.

Teshima sent me down to kind ofhelp you out and get adjusted

with the team.

You know, that goal you scoredagainst the Whips in 1980?

Man, that was the only thing that went right--

BOOKER: [grunts]

[tires screeching]

BOOKER: What a jerk!

Didn't quite meet expectations, huh?

You know, when I was a kid at that--

that stage where-- where nothing fits?

You're just looking for ananswer that makes sense,

you know? - Mm.

I read this article on Bludworth,

and they asked him why he was the way he was.

And know what he said?

Uh-uh.

This was so cool, he said,"our boys need room to play."

You know?

And for me that fit.

All I needed was room to play.

That's all I wanted.

Mm.

I don't know.

[high heels walking]

We're having a cocktail partyfor some Osaka executives.

They'd like to meet their new investment.

You think you and your little friend

can behave for two hours?

[office phone rings]

[sighs] [sighs] I wish I'd never him.

[music playing]

[exhales hard]

BILL: [IN FRUSTRATION] Yeah, yeah.

I'm supposed to--

What the hell do you want?

--Teshima cocktail party.

You're showering, you're shaving, you're going,

and you're wearing a tie.

Free drinks?

It's a cocktail party.

OK-- but you tell 'em no poofter drinks

and none of those little umbrellas,

or there's going to be trouble.

[violin playing]

Uh-- well, you see, the game is played on ice.

[STAMMERS] Uh-uh-uh--

the players are on skates,and there's a puck--

I think.

Research indicates that with care, the Blades

could be a profitable venture.

So we're rather excited about it.

EXECUTIVE: Yes.

Uh, Mr. Bludworth, thank you for coming.

A pleasure to meet you, Chuck.

CHICK: Chick.

Chick Sterling.

Charlie was a cruel man, ay?

[laughs] I'd like you to meetthe men who sign your paycheck.

This is, uh, Mr. Nemura.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Mr. Takahashi.

Nice to see you.

Nice to have you here.

And Mr. Hashiro.

Hashiro?

Nice name, how you doin'?

Our star.

Cut me loose, will you, Danny?

I'm thirsty.

The stairs or something, it's hot in here.

Yeah, give me a draft.

So are you guys having fun?

You enjoying it here?

Yeah, bring your wives, did you?

[laughs]

Thanks.

[laughs] Oh, great.

Thanks.

[quartet playing]

So you remember my goal against the Whips, huh?

April 22nd, 1980.

Not enough people remember my goals.

Well, actually, it was the only good thing

to happen to me that year.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Uh, that's nice.

[laughs]

I'm very impressed, Booker.

You have managed to tame the Cro-Magnon Man.

So the suits expect a cementhead, ay?

What are you, my babysitter?

Listen, man, I--

Well, I wouldn't want to letyou down there, babysitter.

[SHOUTING] Excuse me!

Can I have your attention, please!

You've made me so happy bringing me here to play

my brand of physical hockey.

[YELLING] Don't be a goon!

I just want to let you allknow that if I ever let you

down, [SINGING] knock three--

[crash]

--times and I'll meet you in the morning.

Oh-oh, oh-oh.

[yelps]

Twice on the pipe, if the answer is no oh-oh.

[glass crashing]

WOMAN: Look out.

No, Chick.

Get down from there!

OK!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ah!

[crowd murmuring]

All right, you're telling me no team

in the league wants this--

legend?

I mean, I am ready to tradehim for an equipment manager.

Other teams are hip to it.

How about the Soviet Union, hmm?

Offer them Bludworth and somehigh tech computer parts.

Our only option is an unconditional release.

No!

I'm not going to pay him a $1.5 million to sit.

[scoffs] Osaka would love that.

Sports.

Steel, lumber, that's business.

There's no personalitiesinvolved in a two by four.

Car leasing-- there's somethingwe should be getting into.

There, is a business.

Can't you find aloophole in the contract?

Not unless we can trap himin a gross abuse of morals.

What do you think I am?

Dump the goon, we'll eat the loss.

I don't know, Chick.

The Blades have a selloutthe first time in 30 games,

and I'll tell you it's notbecause the Kodiaks are

in town.

Look, why don't we justplay it from game to game.

How many games in the season?

Eighty.

Why don't you guys let 'emdo what you're paying for?

What's in it for you, Booker?

Why you standing up for this guy?

I just think the guy needs room to play.

Hey, Dennis, is it trueBludworth broken Mr. Sterling's

back at the cocktail party?

No, all he did was break his wallet.

LARRY: Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

OK, I've-- I've thought about this, and I--

I still want to do it.

Well, but-- but $2,000 is a bit steep.

So how 'bout this--

now, $1,000 for an arm, soI figure from the elbow down

is about $600 'cause it's got the hand.

Now, the hand is $300--

$60 for each finger.

How 'bout $200 for the thumband the forefinger, deal?

I take the same risk ofbreaking a guy's thumb, arm,

or killing a guy.

Well, come on, don't joke around.

Maybe I ought to think about it some more.

Take your time.

Shop around.

[sighs]

[intercom buzzer]

ELAINE [OVER INTERCOM]: Yeah?

Elaine!

ELAINE [OVER INTERCOM]: Yep?

Do I seem like the type of guy who would--

break another guy's arm?

On appearance, yeah.

From knowing you, I'd say no.

[music playing]

Thanks.

[music playing]

[skates gliding on ice]

I hear Guy Lafleur likes to practice alone.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, I haven't got a lot of choice.

The whole team hates my guts.

I'll skate with you.

Why don't you get out ofhere, babysitter-- huh--

unless you want to seesomething get busted again.

I can handle myself.

I used to play semi-pro.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

[puck hits barrier wall]

Who'd you play, the cello?

[laughs]

It's been a while.

Probably doesn't feel likeyou've been out two years, huh?

Nah, it feels more like 100 years.

Come on, man.

You played in over 1,500 games,it's gotta be old hat to you

by now. - Yeah?

In a way it's kind of like my first game ever.

Wow, I got chucked senseless by Bludworth.

Tell me something, Elvis,what do you do at that company

anyway?

I keep it afloat.

Oh, yeah.

Kind of figured you for the resident goon.

[whistling]

[whack]

Thank you.

So I here you used to be a cop, what happened?

They wanted me to be somethingthat I wasn't, so I quit.

[laughs] So you quit, ay?

Yeah, I quit.

Come on, buddy, I'll buyyou and beer this time.

Violence.

You want to see pretty skating,buddy, why don't you go watch

the Ice Capades?

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

I mean, it'll liven up theIce Capades a little bit-- get

the living, dancing cartooncharacters to cross-check

and slash each other.

Yeah, thank you, Bill.

Next caller, you're on--

West side.

Could you explain offsides?

Get a rule book, bullet head.

People, this is not sports talk.

Now, you're blowing a once in a lifetime

opportunity to talk to thedentist's best friend, the ice

centurion Bill Bludworth.

Now let's dispense with thestupid questions and move on.

Uh, South Bay, you're on the air.

Where you from, Bludworth?

The outskirts ofKamloops, British Columbia.

Oh-- by the way--

I wanted to say, hi mom, wherever you are.

So what brought you out of retirement, Bill?

Huh?

Is it because you never brought home The Cup?

No.

Are you then, shall wesay, financially indisposed?

No.

Well, then what are you trying to prove, Bill?

Well, Leo--

Leon, the Blades approachedme with this opportunity.

And uh-- well, I see my talents--

I believe that my talents canbring The Cup to this city.

Well, tomorrow night at the War Memorial,

as they say in history,Caesar came back to Rome.

General MacArthur kept his promise.

And now we have thereturn of Bill Bludworth.

CROWD: [CHANTING] Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth! Bludworth!

ANNOUNCER [ON LOUDSPEAKER]:From the heart of the Okanagan,

the outskirts of Kamloops,British Columbia--

18 years in a [inaudible],,a dentist's best

friend, the prince of[inaudible],, the bringer of

[inaudible]!

Bill Bludworth!

[crowd cheering]

CROWD: [CHANTING] Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

[music - "o canada"]

VOCALIST: [SINGING] --for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, glorious and free.

[crowd cheering]

Well, in contrast to ourrecent foray into the sports

business, I'd like to congratulate

all our heads of departments.

[sighs] For once, no surprises.

[laughs]

Well, we could stand one surprise, Chick.

Hmm?

Our team actually winning a game.

[laughter]

Well, let's check.

Bludworth's on TV, can't do much damage there.

[crowd cheering]

[referee whistle]

[fight noises]

Oh, my god.

That looks like a riot somewhere.

Actually, it looks like the War Memorial.

COMMENTATOR [ON TV]: Thisfight's gone on longer

than most border scrimmages.

We were told the police are on their way.

Wait.

Wait.

The visitors have backed off.

Bludworth has beaten up the entire team!

Oh, doctor!

[crowd screaming]

I'm gonna get you!

Drop dead!

CROWD: [CHANTING] Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

[knocking]

Hey, Bill, it's Booker.

Hey, man, you hear the fans out there?

The love you!

Oh, yeah.

Thanks for the advice earlier, babysitter.

What are you talking about?

Tell 'em I quit.

[crowd chanting]

Bill Bludworth is thegreatest hockey player ever.

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]:Sir, are you buying tickets

because of Bill Bludworth?

Oh, no way.

I've been into hockey for along time, and it's my life.

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]: Name one player other

than Wayne Gretzky.

Uh-- Bill Bludworth?

Bill Bludworth?

He is the Blades.

Bill Bludworth. [MAKING SOUND EFFECTS] Psh-psh.

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]: Have you ever met him?

Oh, my god, no.

But, I would die.

Bludworth?

Man, Bludworth's betterthan German hate metal, man.

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]: Excuse me, sir?

Are you buying ticketsbecause of Bill Bludworth?

Uh-- I'm buying basketball tickets.

[phone rings]- Hello, Dennis Booker's space.

Elaine, hi, it's Dennis.

Hey, Dennis!

It's so incredible, Bludworth'sa bigger hit than Batman!

BOOKER [ON PHONE]: Great.

Oh, listen, Chick's beenlooking for you all day.

Transfer me, will ya?

And tell him it's long distance.

I'm stunned.

Bludworth is going to bring in five times more

than we pay him.

Our pro-shop sold more Blades t-shirts today

than they did all of last year.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Booker!

Long distance, where are you?

Kamloops, British Columbia.

I got news for you.

And I, for you.

First of all, I want to thank you, Dennis.

The man was worth the trouble.

He's a totally sound investment,a unique talent, irreplaceable.

What's your news?

Bill Bludworth quit last night.

CHICK [ON PHONE]: What?

Get him back.

Now you get him back or I'll sue.

Now you tell him I'll breachhim faster than a snapshot.

You tell that Cro-Magnon son of a--

[thud]

[music playing]

[dog barking]

[birds chirping]

[water rustling]

BILL: Well, how'd you get here?

Took a wrong turn at Miami Beach.

Anybody who misquotes BugsBunny can sit with me.

[sighs] What do you see out there?

Frozen pond-- a bunch oflittle kids playing hockey.

How old are you?

I don't know, I guess--

between five and 16.

Every day after school, 'til past dark.

Every weekend.

That's me slipping a check, pretending I'm

Gordie Howe or Frank Mahovlich.

[laughs] Hmm.

What's so funny?

No, I just think it's--

I just think it's weird, you pretending to be

other players, that's all.

What, you never did that as a kid?

Yeah, but uh--

[clears throat] I pretended I was you.

I guess you missed out, Booker.

That's what I wanted to be.

And I wanted to be the best--

Gordie Howe.

And I was-- you know, I gotthe all time scoring record

on this rink.

You know, kids that are really lousy,

they always hate being picked last?

Yeah.

I hated being picked first.

I did.

It was embarrassing to me.

Oh, yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

I played clean.

I could skate.

I'd never fight.

Never.

And I was the best.

And everybody liked me.

I even liked myself then.

[music playing]

Been to Kamloops before?

Well-- to be honest-- for excitement, I uh--

I like Vegas just a-- just a little better.

[laughs]

Come on, I'll take you on a guided tour, ay?

Well, the place sure has changed a lot.

Yeah, this stuff is all new.

My best friend used to liveright over by that pole.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, this is where I was found.

Some scouts came and saw me play one time

and said, if you workreal hard, you get a shot

at playing in The Forum, kid--

halfway.

I didn't know you played left point?

Well, I didn't, see?

Oh, I work real hard.

But the team had 50 other kidsjust like me in the system.

Yeah.

For the first time inmy life, I wasn't the best

and they traded me.

Suddenly I saw myselfspending the rest of my life

here in Kamloops.

So you changed your style?

Oh come on, Booker, I turned goon.

You know?

It wasn't a real conscious decision.

I woke up 15 years later, andthe cementhead was with me.

And I can play.

I can still play, and I wantedto prove that with the Blades.

Then do it, man.

Go back.

You saw my first game.

I went right back to what I know.

I don't know, Booker.

There's no difference anymorebetween me and the cementhead.

Well, running up here's not going to lose him.

Oh yeah, it will.

He doesn't know how to find Kamloops.

Folks up here don't evenknow who the cementhead is.

They still remember me asthe kid who was the best.

Excuse me, that kid over theresays you're Bill Bludworth.

But I said, you're playing with the Blades.

Yeah, well, that kid's right.

Wow.

He just wanted to know ifyou'd take a shot on goal.

[chuckles] You guys sure about this?

Yeah.

This is my rink, you know.

I know.

You ready?

[music playing]

CHILDREN: Whoa!

Awesome, man!

Man that thing flew.

BOY 1: I couldn't have blocked that.

BOY 2: Thanks, Mr. Bludworth.

Your [inaudible] weren't goaling it.

See that puck!

Wow.

[bus engines]

Hey, you're worried whatChick Sterling's going to do,

aren't you?

I know what he's going to do.

And drop a couple of bricks, ay?

Hey, well, I gave it a shot.

You got the rest of the season, man.

Yeah, it doesn't matter.

I got this place.

Is that enough?

You don't crush then cementhead,man, he's going to find you.

Booker, stop.

You know who you are, and peoplearound you see the same way.

You don't know how hard it istrying to prove people wrong.

Oh man, I do.

I do know.

But I don't have a Kamloops to go back to.

It was an honor meeting you, sir.

You're welcome here any time, babysitter.

[laughs] Hey, Elvis, tell Chick I--

tell him I injured myselftying my skate laces too tight.

[music playing]

I'll tell him the truth, Icouldn't find the cementhead.

[music playing]

[music playing]

STU: I can get the money.

Larry, told me about your, uh--

your service.

See, there's a guy in savingsand loan, won't give me a loan.

So I figured you could persuade him.

And you think I'd do that?

Well, you look like you would?

Is that any way to judge somebody, Stu?

No.

No.

Shouldn't you judge me by my actions, Stu?

- Yep. - Yeah.

That's good.

So Stu, you still think I'm a goon?

Do you still think I do what Larry

says, based on my actions?

Well, yeah.

[SCREAMS] Why!

'Cause I heard you backed downMike Tyson in a knife fight.

All right, listen up, andI'm only going to say it once.

So write it down, OK?

I am not an animal.

I am a man.

I am a human being.

I won't break limbs for money.

I fear Mike Tyson.

I don't eat razor blades.

And I haven't slept with more women than Picasso.

And I love cats.

[fight noises]

Hey, you're playing like a goon!

I-- I was just showing them how you play.

You're the enforcer.

I saw you on TV.

[music playing]

OFFICE WORKERS: [EXCLAIMING] Oh!

Howdy, uh, could you tellme where Dennis Booker is?

Yeah.

He's--

BOOKER: If you're asking me to kill, go away.

Well, are you?

- No-- of course not. - OK.

Hey, man.

He found me.

The cementhead found me.

Um, Mr. Bludworth, could use sign my stick?

Sure.

There you go, ma'am.

Here's your pen back.

[laughter]

No!

No, that's not how you use a hockey stick.

OK?

This is how you use a hockey stick.

[crash]

[music playing]

BOOKER: Whoa!

Did you see that save?

Denied!

[music playing]

Oh, yeah?

Come on, man.

Yeah?

Oh, Booker. I'm scared, man.

I don't think I can do this.

You're scared?

I thought you were going to kill me.

I wouldn't be able to stop in a game.

I won't be able to, you know that.

Thanks for the practice.

I'm thinking about goingby a nickname, Booker.

You like that idea, hmm?

I'm drooling.

Trader Chick.

Trader Chickster.

Traitor?

Traitor, like-- likeBenedict Arnold, traitor?

Trader, like I just pedaled Bludworth away.

You traded him?

To Kuwait.

They want to compete in the '92 Olympics.

Kuwait?

They gave me 50,000 barrels of oil for him.

That's business.

Yeah, but the other day you said he was worth--

what-- five times--

Oil doesn't run away, Booker.

It doesn't pout.

It doesn't renegotiate contracts.

It doesn't need room to play.

He'll quit.

It's not my problem, is it?

Well, what if he changes his act?

That's not an act, Booker.

He's an ape.

He sent Darwin back 1,000 years.

Besides, people don't change, they can't.

In fact, oil can change--

gasoline, petroleum products.

OK.

When does this trade take effect?

Upon Bludworth's notification.

[sighs] OK.

Can I be the one to tell him?

Mm-hmm.

That's why you're here, Booker.

I've had enough damagedone to my person, lately.

Give him my regards.

[music playing]

Hey, man.

You're not gonna warm up?

No, I'm doing it right now.

I guess I should tell youto break a leg, but, uh--

not someone else's.

CROWD: [CHANTING] Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

Bludworth!

[crowd cheering]

[grunts] Hi.

Hi.

All right, what's he doing here.

Aw, damn.

Pay rent, buy groceries,tell Bludworth he was traded.

I-I-I-- I'm sorry, Chick.

I forgot.

You know, if I could, Booker, I'd trade

you for a scoop of bad guano.

[referee whistle]

COACH: Come on, guys.

Come on, guys!

Move it!

[referee whistle]

[crowd chanting "bludworth!"]

[referee whistle]

COACH: That was an attack!

Come on, ref!

All right, take Bludworthout of there, go on.

Come on, Bludworth, what's with you?

Our guys need some room to play!

All right, boys, let's go.

Come on!

Stay on 'em.

[crowd chanting "bludworth!"]

[SCREAMING] Yeah!

Way to go, Bludworth!

[fight noises]

Kill him, Bludworth!

[crowd booing]

[crowd chanting "bludworth!"]

[music playing]

[players jeering]

PLAYER 1: [JEERS] Sissy!

PLAYER 2: [JEERS] What's a matter?

PLAYER 3: [JEERS] O'Lynnkicked your ass, Bludworth!

You ain't the enforcer no more.

I've waited 20 years to hear that.

[laughs] Yeah!

ANNOUNCER [ONLOUDSPEAKER]: Blades' goal,

their first goal of the season.

First point, score the goal todouble zero, Bill Bludworth.

Assist to number 15, Gary Johannson.

Time of goal, 12:19.

[crowd cheering and whistling]

[crowd chanting "bludworth!"]

[crash]

JOURNALIST [OFF CAMERA]: What do you

think about Bill Bludworth'sretirement from the game?

Hell, it'll make my lifea hell of a lot easier.

[skates breaking to a stop]

What I saw of that last game, he should get most

improved player of the year.

He's here one day and the next day he's gone.

Players just don't have loyaltyto the team or the fans--

or the sport, for that matter.

Bill Bludworth was one ofthe most misunderstood players.

He gave a lot of guys room to play--

and not just on the ice.

He's going to be missed.

[music playing]

[crowd chanting "bludworth!"]

[theme music playing]

THEME SONG: I feel a beaton the street tonight.

The lights are bright andit feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night and I'm ready tonight.

[outro music]