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(Orchestra playing
baroque music)

(Baroque music continues)

♪ ♪

Woman (calls):
Señor Jeff, breakfast!

(Turns off music)

Be right down!

Buenos días, Maria.

Oh. Good morning.
Sit down. Eggs.

Oh, did you get my Jersey done?

I'm actually late;
I got to go.

Sí, just like you like it--
it is pressed

-and folded very, very neatly.
-Just put it right... thanks.

-Hey.
-Ai.

Listen, uh,

I got a racquetball court
reserved for this evening.

You interested?

Oh, can't do it.
Coach has US doing two-a-days

until we play against St. Paul.

Oh. Well, in that case,
put a biscuit

in the oven for me, will you?

(Chuckles)
You know me, dad.

A "biscuit in the oven"?

Uh, yeah.
That is hockey slang

for scoring a goal.

Oh. And does Jeff

put many biscuits
in the oven, then?

Oh, yes, he does, baby.

He's a McHenry.

A McHenry man wins all the time.

At least that's what
they want people to think.

(Tires squeal,
rock music blares)

-(Groans softly)
-How many times

we got to do this, Mr. McHenry?

A red curb is a no-parking zone.

Yeah, but, Tommy,
look at that baby, man.

That's called a BMW--
you can't park a beemer

in an ordinary parking spot,
I'm sorry.

(Car alarm chirps)

A man is judged by the way

he treats his inferiors,
Mr. McHenry.

Well, then I guess I ought to be
nicer to you, huh, Mr. Jennings?

(Bell rings)

-There he is.
-How's it going?

-Hey, man, how's it going?
-Good.

Hey, have you asked Stephanie
brom to chase's party yet?

I'll get around to it.

Hey, well, 20 bucks says
Jennings beats you to it.

-Make it $50.
-(Laughs)

Jeff McHenry is very confident.

I got another word
for it, baby: "Cocky."

He's not a bad kid--
doesn't take drugs

or cheat on his tests.

He keeps his grades up--

but... take away the money,

the expensive cars
and the fancy schools,

what have you got?

I don't know.

Neither does Jeff,
but he's about to find out.

♪ When you walk ♪

♪ down the road ♪

♪ heavy burden ♪

♪ heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ and I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ every time, I tell you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ walk with you ♪

♪ believe me,
I'll walk with you. ♪

(Bell rings)

Andrew:
Good morning, ladies

and gentlemen.

My name is Andrew.

I'm gonna be subbing
for Mr. Mcneff.

Boy:
The old frog finally croak?

(Scattered laughter)

(Chuckles)
Uh, no, no, I...

I would've known about that.

Let's just say that I'm gonna
be here indefinitely, all right?

Now, I am told that for today
you should have read the chapter

on the reign of Henry v.

Yes?

Actually, on Thursdays,
Mr. Mcneff lets US

spend the period in personal
meditation on the lessons

-(scattered laughter)
-Of the week.

That's a nice try.
(Chuckles)

Now, who can tell me

about Henry's battle
against the French

at agincourt in 1415?

Well...

It is the central element
of Shakespeare's play,

Henry v.

Now...

Henry's troops are

completely outnumbered,
outmanned by the French army,

and yet they win.

It's a fact--
they beat the odds--

and the question is,

what kind of leader
could inspire

an army to go
into a losing battle and win?

(Sighs) Don't tell me you're...
You're meditating?

Come on, people.

Jeff: "We few, we happy few,
we band of brothers,

"for he today that sheds
his blood with me

shall be my brother,"
blah, blah, blah.

You know your Shakespeare.

Jeff:
No.

I just go to St. crispin's.

It's the St. crispin's day
speech.

We all had
to learn it as freshmen.

Then you also know...

That Henry inspired his troops

not by being a king,

but by becoming one of them.

He gave up the privileges
of being a king

to spend the night as a soldier,

so that he could understand
their... their fear,

their pain.

And his speech the next morning,

and the resulting victory,

is directly related
to his willingness

to humble himself.

Yeah, but I bet old Henry
was back eating prime rib

in his feather bed the next day.

(Students chuckling)

Humbly, of course.

Hey, I can smell that 50 bucks,
Mr. McHenry.

-What are you talking about?
-Money talks, posers walk.

He was unreal! Just insane!

That guy's my idol.

-So lame. -Totally.

Well, get your wallet,
Mr. Pierce.

Jennings: I'll catch you later.
I'll talk to you later.

Mr. Jennings,
wait-wait-wait-wait.

Uh... what'd you have for lunch
today? Is that spinach?

Jock at one o'clock.

Well, hello, miss brom.

I was just thinking
how great we would look

attending chase's party together

-this next Friday night.
-Now, why would I

want to go
with an arrogant snob

that thinks he's
god's gift to the world?

Well, because you can.

(Stephanie giggling)

(Whistle blows twice)

All right, let's bring it in!

McHenry, Jennings,
first line face-off!

I'm really looking forward
to your party, Mr. Jennings.

Aw, shut up.

So is my date, miss brom.

I'm taking out
your right leg, pal.

Yeah, bring it on.

(Blows whistle)

(Grunting)

Let's go, blue team!
Let's attack the zone!

(Grunting)

(Whistle blows)

You snooze, you lose, Jennings!

Coach: I sure hope
you ladies are having fun,

because I guarantee you,
fun is not one of the qualities

that college scouts
are gonna be looking for!

Too late, coach.
Already going to Harvard.

Chase: Yeah,
on the "rich dad" scholarship.

Jeff:
Shut up.

Excuse me. Hello.

I'm Monica, interim coach
over at eastside high.

No kidding? They've got
ladies' hockey over there now?

-Oh, no, I'm the voice coach.
-You're kidding, right?

Not at all. And I had
this burst of inspiration

this afternoon when I was
watching my eastside boys

go through a wee bit
of a workout.

I thought wouldn't it be lovely
if we could practice

with a top-notch team
like St. crispin's.

(Laughs softly)
Look, Monica...

We're headed
to the state playoffs.

I can't risk my boys
losing their edge

practicing with
a softer team right now.

I'm sorry.

If you'll excuse me?

All right, let's change it up!

Ins and outs on the cones!

Jeff: Yeah, coach is right,
ma'am. I mean,

we do play eastside,
but you guys

really aren't in our league.

Hey, I think Jennings has taken
too many pucks to the head.

I can't believe he fell
for that spinach thing.

Yeah, I know. Speaking of that,
where's my 50 bucks?

Hey, I'll give it
to you tomorrow, man.

Yo, where's my car?

-(Groans quietly)
-(Laughs)

So you finally pushed Tommy
over the edge, huh?

I told you he'd
tow your car someday.

Nolan, you're gonna have
to give me a ride home, man.

No can do, man;
I've got a date.

I'm already late as it is.
Sorry.

What?

Monica:
Hello.

I couldn't help
but overhear you.

I can give you a lift home,
if you like.

Monica:
So, your last name is McHenry,

and the hockey rink
at St. crispin's

is called the McHenry arena.

I don't suppose
that's a coincidence, is it?

My dad gave most of the money
to build it.

-We play at a public ice rink.
-Yeah, I know.

Whatever happened
to the old coach?

Um... Henderson, right?

Yeah, well, after that
oh-and-12 season last year,

coach Henderson decided
to take a break

and I volunteered to step in.

Volunteered?

As in no pay?

Well, there aren't any funds.

But there's lots of enthusiasm,
and that's important,

and not to mention,

I found this really great book
on hockey.

(Laughs)

Oh, there's my house right here,
straight ahead.

(Birds chirping)

Well, uh,
thank you for the ride.

You're welcome.
It was really nice to meet you.

Would you maybe want to come in
the house and wash up a little?

Thanks.

There's a bathroom right there.

-Thank you.
-No problem.

Maria!

Hello?

-Maria?
-Maria's gone.

Dad, you're not
gonna believe this.

You know that dumb traffic cop
at my school?

He had my car towed today.

-Jeff...
-Dad, you're gonna have to call

this headmaster
and get this guy fired.

Plus, I got to find out
where my car got towed.

Jeff...

Your car wasn't towed.

At least not by the police.

It was repossessed.

What?

I don't know how else
to say this, but...

I'm bankrupt.

Dad, how can you be bankrupt?

I'm sorry. Who are you?

-Uh...
-Jeff: This is Monica.

She gave me a ride home.

Oh, well, thank you, but...

Yes, I know
that this is awkward,

so I'll... see myself out.

Thanks for the soap.

Monica:
Bye.

(Door opens)

Dad, I don't understand.

-I mean, how could this happen?
-(Door closes)

Well, it's the risk
of being a venture capitalist.

Sometimes you lose.

One of my deals went south.

(Sighs)

So how am I supposed
to get around without a car?

Well, you have to ride the bus
for a while.

Dad, you can't take a bus
to St. crispin's.

You won't be going
to St. crispin's anymore, Jeff.

-(Engine starts)
-What?

I-I can't afford the tuition
right now.

I have to enroll you
at eastside.

Wait-wait-wait, dad,
it's my senior year.

I mean, they can,
they can at least carry me

through the graduation.

You've been
one of their biggest donors.

They've been carrying you
for six months.

This has been happening
for six months?

Look, I leveraged a lot
against this deal.

I've spent the last year trying
to refinance this debt.

Today I got my final no.

Why don't you make
Samantha come home

from this stupid
European vacation?

I mean, the money
will pay my tuition

through the rest of the year.

Your stepmom isn't on vacation;
She left me.

(Scoffs)

What a surprise.

We have to sell the house.

And give up the membership
to the club.

I had to let Maria go.

So then who's gonna cook

and who's gonna clean
the house-- you?

Look, we're both gonna have to
pick up the slack around here.

What about Harvard?

Did you leverage that, too?

No, I've still got that covered.

Now, we made a deal--

you get accepted into Harvard,
I pay for it.

You did your part,
now I'm gonna do mine.

Look, this whole thing
is just a speed bump.

We're gonna go right over it,
I promise.

My god, eastside?

That's so public.

They don't even have
a dress code.

Hey, my dad is an entrepreneur.

I mean, he took a risk,
it didn't work out,

but you don't make it to
the big leagues playing it safe.

And you don't get into Harvard
without cash, Mr. McHenry.

Oh, well, thank you
for your concern, Mr. Jennings.

My dad has my tuition money
safely stashed away.

(School bell ringing)

Hey, good luck.

All right, dude, all right.

Um...

We're still on for the-- chase's
party this Friday, right?

-Next Friday?
-Oh, yeah.

I can't.

I told my mom that I'd babysit

my little brother and sister,
so... sorry.

I guess I wasn't thinking
when you asked me.

Sorry.

So much for hockey then, right?

I mean, you'd have to be pretty
desperate to play for eastside.

Mr. Jennings...
Shouldn't you be in class now?

Take it easy.

Well, I'm off to wander
the teeming masses

of the great unwashed.

(Chuckles)
Very Henry v, don't you think?

You know, if you keep
an open mind,

you can learn a lot walking
a mile in somebody else's shoes.

I don't plan
on learning anything.

It's just a pit stop
on my way to Harvard,

and once I get there,
everything will be just fine.

(Detector buzzes)

Woman:
Step back through, please.

It's just a money clip.

-Hey, get out the way.
-Ow.

(Hip hop playing)

(Overlapping chatter)

Monica:
Hi, Jeff.

Hello, Jeff,
welcome to eastside.

Oh, Randy, this is Jeff...

McHenry, I know.

He scored six goals against US
in one game last season.

Randy Templeton.

What's up?

Randy is the captain

of the hockey team this year,

so I thought he'd be perfect
to show you around.

Great. Thanks.

(Student whoops in distance)

All right, come on.

So, what do you do for lunch
around this place, man?

This is it unless you want
to go to the cafeteria

and take your chances.

What, is the food that bad?

I'm not talking
about the food, man.

-Hey, you want a chip?
-No.

What's up
with the threads, preppy?

-This ain't church, you know.
-Hey, it's called class, man.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-That's what it's called.

Cliff, be cool, man,
chill, chill, it's all right.

Hey, little, little tip, Jeff.

If you want to live
to see eighth period,

I'd lose the attitude
and the jacket.

(Grunts)

(Whistle blows)

-Come on, guys, gather round.
-Come on, guys.

All right, everyone,
take a knee, listen up.

I'm, um, I'm very pleased
to report that there's been

a dramatic increase
in your fun statistics.

-Fun? -Fun?

For instance, uh, Jordan,
today during the warm-up,

I noticed that you and Matt had
six more high fives than you did

yesterday, and, Randy,

after you scored that last goal
during our scrimmage,

I timed your smile-- 32 seconds.

(Players groaning)

What has this to do with hockey?

Everything.

A poet once said

nothing great was ever achieved
without great joy.

Jeff:
The poet was Emerson,

and he wasn't talking
about hockey.

What are you doing here?

Spying for, uh,
St. crispie's, huh?

-Player: That's right.
-Monica: Jeff doesn't go

to St. crispin's anymore.

Came to shoot around.

Well, we could really use you
on the team, man.

(Scoffs)
What team?

You guys don't even have
a passing game,

you guys body check
like you're dancing

at the prom, every shot you have
goes three feet wide.

You don't need me.

What you guys need is
divine intervention.

So, you mind if I go shoot
around for a little while?

No, you're welcome
to use the north goal.

Thanks.

Who the hell
does he think he is?

Yeah, I'd like to kick his...

All right, settle down.

Nobody's gonna kick
anyone's anything.

Crossover drills,
right away, let's go.

Let's go.

(Indistinct chatter)

Is that all you ever eat?

Well, my chef ran off with
my Butler, so what can you do?

-(Chuckles)
-Besides, I only have 50 cents.

What are you doing?
That's not your job.

Didn't your mom ever teach you
to clean up after yourself?

See you later, Tess.

Tess:
Bye, baby.

Oh, what can I get
for you, baby?

I'd like a orange soda, please.

I've been watching you.

You've got a mean slap shot.

(Chuckles)

Thanks.

There you go.

The change is yours.

Thank you.

(Doorbell chimes)

(Rock music blaring)

♪ ♪

Jeff.

Stephanie, I thought
you had to babysit.

Um, well...

So, survive your first week
at public school?

(Scoffs)

Are you kidding?

They think I'm a god down there.

Yeah, I hear you might be
suiting up for their team.

Are you sure you want
the Harvard scout

to see you with them?

I'm not suiting up for anything,

and I don't need
the Harvard scout.

He doesn't know.

♪ ♪

Watch it, man!

Girl: I mean, his dad getting
another divorce is no biggie.

That's, like, part of
the landscape, but bankruptcy?

(Laughs)
Hey, check this out.

I heard his dad even blew
through his college fund.

(Both laugh)

What are you talking about?

Oh, sorry,
I didn't know you were there.

What about my college fund?

Chase says your dad came to see
his dad at the bank today,

tried to get a loan to cover
your college tuition.

What?

There's nothing left, man--
no money for college.

It's all gone.

Sorry, Jeff.

(Slams door)

They've taken the car,
the clothes, and the school,

and he still managed.

Now he's lost the last thing

that's been holding him
together.

His dream.

-(Door closes) -Aw, come on,
i-I've got to get more than that

-for this house. Just... (Sighs)
-(Over phone): Sorry.

Well, talk to him, tell him
to come up a little.

There's no Harvard money,
is there?

(Over phone):
Jack... Jack, you still there?

Uh, look, uh, just...
See what you can do.

(Phone beeps off)

I can't believe you thought
chase Jennings' dad,

of all people,
wouldn't tell the racquet club

the second you walked
out of the bank.

Oh, god.

You lied to me, dad.

Look, this hole is a lot bigger
than I thought.

-So, what now?
-I don't know.

You don't know?

Whatever happened
to "we have a deal"?

What happened to "you get
into Harvard, I'll pay for it"?

What about "this is just
a speed bump, son"?

Come on, Jeff,
I'll think of something.

No, dad, forget it, forget it.

You know,
you're no entrepreneur.

You're nothing but a gambler,

and you just gambled
my future away.

Only way

I'm gonna get into Harvard now
is to pay for it myself.

(Grunts angrily)

(Grunting)

(Crying)

Oh, god...

Oh, my god, what do I do now?

(Overlapping chatter)

Jeff?

-I want to join the team...
-Player: What?!

...if that's all right with you.

Well, that'll be up to the team.

I thought you said that we were,
we were a bunch of losers?

Yeah, he was pretty harsh.

No, but he was right, too.

I say we give him a shot.

Jeff: You two on me,
you little peewees!

Aw, come on!

We can do better than that.
Let's go!

Show me what you got!

(Team shouting indistinctly)

Come on, Jordan!

Jordan, come on!

Pick it up!
You're killing me out here!

Give me a lousy break!

We've been doing
this stupid drill

for an hour.
I'm getting pounded in here!

We're gonna be here
till the ice

melts if you guys
keep doggin' it!

What, you guys don't want
to win? You think this is fun?

Huh?

Player:
Come on, man.

Randy:
Jeff's right, Monica.

You know, we stink.
We-we need to be working harder

than we have been.

Yo, jordy,
give me your gloves, man.

I'll take over at goal.

-All right.
-All right, let's do it.

(Sighs)

Yo, Jeff.

What's this for?

Well, I think you ought
to be captain.

Randy, you've earned
that position.

Well, yeah, I know, but...

He deserves it.

He's a better player.

Thanks, bro.

That's quite an honor
he gave you.

Yeah.

But it's not enough, is it?

All I need is the money
to go to Harvard.

We got a scout coming
to the game on Friday.

They can give me that money...

So I just got to make sure
I don't lose.

So it's Harvard or nothing, huh?

Yeah, if you want
to be somebody in this world,

you got to go to a place
where they make the somebodies.

And you think that's Harvard?

Yeah, it's got to be Harvard.

My mom had a perfect plan
for my life.

Private school
would get me to prep school,

prep school
would get me to Harvard,

Harvard would get me to do
whatever I want to do.

But it's character that decides
who you are and what you become,

not what schools you attend.

(Scoffs) Yeah, why don't
you try explaining that

to the rest of the world?

See you tomorrow.

(Gate shuts)

I can fix that frown,

but it'll take a big
orange drink and a hot dog.

It's worth a shot, Tess.

You had quite an effect
on the team out there.

I don't think I've ever seen 'em
leave the ice so quickly.

They think
I'm pushing 'em too hard.

Oh? And what do you think?

I think they'll get over it,
and if some of 'em don't,

then we'll survive without 'em.

"We few, we happy few,"
will do just fine.

A Henry v fan.

You know Shakespeare?

Of course, but...

Not like I used to.

(Chuckles)

26 cents won't do it, baby.

Well, can I catch you
next practice?

No, but there is something
I'll take.

Have you ever heard
the expression

"singing for your supper"?

-(Chuckles) I-I don't sing.
-Actually,

it's been a long time
since I've heard

that "St. crispian day" speech.

I'll take a few more lines
of that for your supper.

"This day is call'd
the feast of crispian.

"He that outlives this day,
and comes safe home,

"will stand a tip-toe
when this day is nam'd,

"and rouse him
at the name of crispian.

"Then shall he strip his sleeve
and show his scars,

"and say 'these wounds
I had on crispin's day.'

"we few, we happy few,
we band of brothers;

"for he to-day
who sheds his blood with me

"shall be my brother;
Be he ne'er so vile,

"this day shall gentle
his condition;

"and gentlemen of england
now-a-bed,

"shall think themselves accurs'd
they were not here,

"and hold their manhood cheap
whiles any speaks

"that fought with US
upon Saint crispin's day."

All right, baby.

(Fans cheering, applauding)

Announcer:
Welcome to the McHenry arena

for the final game
of the regular season,

pitting your undefeated
conquerors

of St. crispin's academy
and the knights

of eastside high school,

who are still looking for their
first victory of the season.

110% from everybody!

Announcer:
The captains for today's game

are eastside's Jeff McHenry,

and for St. crispin's,
chase Jennings.

(Cheering and applause)

All right, guys, listen up.

The most important thing
today is

to keep passing the puck, okay?

(Whistles)

Monica: If you think of it
as a... as a hot biscuit,

and it's too hot to hold onto.

And on defense,
I want you to stand them up

at the blue line
and take that biscuit away.

Andrew:
Excuse me. Thanks.

-(Buzzer sounds)
-Monica: All right, come on!

Let's go get 'em.

Come on. Get up, get up.
Let's go.

-(Fans cheering)
-Let's go, guys. Over here.

Come on. The only way we're
not gonna get slaughtered

is if you guys
keep feeding me the puck.

-You got it? Understand?
-Yeah. -Yeah.

-Yeah, okay.
-Let's go. Come on.

(Monica whoops)

Let's go!

Keep your eye on the captain
of the eastside team.

-Jeff McHenry?
-He's a very interesting player.

Excuse me.
Do you two want to sit together?

Tess & Andrew:
Oh, no.

Hey, that's a nice
red jacket you got there.

Crimson.
I'm a scout from Harvard.

Isn't that nice?
(Chuckles)

(Buzzer sounds)

Announcer:
Facing off at center ice

will be former teammates
Jennings and McHenry.

Jennings takes the draw
and here comes St. crispin

across the blue line.

Pass back to Jennings.

Beautiful piece of stickwork

through the legs--
he shoots, he scores!

(Buzzer sounds, cheering)

Captain chase Jennings

with a quick one-to-nothing lead

for the conquerors,
just ten seconds into the game.

How could you let him
go by you like that, man?

You're gonna blow it for me.
Come on! Let's go!

Announcer: Jennings
with just one man to beat.

He gets by--
simple shoots and scores!

-(Buzzer sounds)
-Two to nothing, St. crispin's.

St. crispin's
across the blue line.

Carl surely back to Jennings.
He shoots, he scores!

Chase Jennings
with the first period hat trick.

It's St. crispin's three,
eastside nothing,

and the conquerors
look unstoppable.

Face off.
Control by St. crispin's.

Pierce with the puck.
He dishes over to Jennings.

Jennings shoots, and it is
a glove save by Jordan

-and he covers up.
-All right!

Announcer:
McHenry wins the face-off.

Right now he's playing
like a one-man team out there.

That puck just seems
to be frozen to his stick.

(Fading out):
Still a lot of time left...

(Fading in): ...You can smell
the victory now.

Three minutes, 48 seconds
remaining in the game.

What a defensive battle
this has become.

Eastside controls the puck,
trying to get something going.

-Ahead to McHenry.
-Man: Go, go!

He sidesteps the defender--
Jennings goes down!

Into the middle, here's McHenry.

-He shoots, he scores!
-(Buzzer sounds)

And after a shaky start,
with just 3:20 left in the game,

the eastside knights
get on the scoreboard

and make this game interesting

on a beautiful goal
by Jeff McHenry.

It's three to one now,
St. crispin.

Come on, guys, come on!
We can pull this out!

-So, how's your bankrupt daddy?
-Stuff it.

Hey, guess who offered me
a scholarship before the game.

The Harvard scout.

You know, so, I was thinking,

since you're not gonna
be going there now,

maybe you could get
a job at crispin's.

I hear Tommy
the safety officer's quitting.

(Whistle blowing)

(Fans booing)

Coach hall:
Break it up.

(Grunting)

-(Whistle blowing)
-Hall: Break it up. Come on!

-Do you hear me?
-That's it, that's it!

Two in the box, both of you,
right now!

Oh, come on. There's only three
minutes left! Let it ride!

This is not the pros.
It's high school, hall.

Now get in the box,
both of you!

Announcer:
No incidental minors.

Two minutes for roughing to
Jennings of St. crispin's

-and McHenry of eastside.
-(Buzzer sounds)

Two minutes.

Go. Go now.

(Whistle blows)

-(Fans cheering)
-Referee: Wait for the drop.

Announcer:
St. crispin's wins the face-off,

trying to control the puck
and run out the clock.

-Come on, let's go! -Announcer:
Pass over on the right wing,

intercepted
by jorgensen of eastside high.

(Distorting):
They now take control

and take it down the ice...

My god.

What's happening?

Monica:
God has called a time-out, Jeff.

Monica?

Is this a dream?

No, it's not a dream.

I'm an angel.

An angel?

Yes, an angel sent by god.

Why would god send me an angel?

Because god knows that everyone
needs a little coaching

now and then.

I haven't thought
about god in...

(Sighs)
I don't even know.

Yes, you do.

Since your mother died.

I stopped believing in god
after that.

But god never stopped
believing in you, Jeff.

Then why did he take
everything away?

Well, god didn't take
anything from you.

These things just happen
in life sometimes.

Investments don't pay off,
sure things don't come through,

plans change, but there's one
thing that will never change,

and that is god.

He will be the same
yesterday, today, tomorrow.

He will never leave you
or forsake you,

and he holds your future,
whatever it may be,

in his hands.

So I do have a future?

Oh, yes.

Then I will go to Harvard?

I don't know.

But I have to.

I promised my mom that before...

I mean, that was the only thing
I could say that made her...

My mom was hurting so much.

I promised her I'd go to Harvard

because she wanted
the best for me.

She died thinking
that I was gonna be okay.

So I have to go. I have to.

Can't god understand that?

God understands
why you made the promise, Jeff.

You wanted your mother
to have a little bit of peace.

But she has that peace now.

A complete peace beyond anything
you could ever imagine.

A peace that lives completely
in this very moment,

and in the presence of god.

And that's where
your mother is right now--

with him.

And if you will stop and listen

to what god has to say,
not about tomorrow,

but about this same moment...

You can have this peace as well.

Okay.

I'm listening.

(Sighs)

This day is not about going
to a good college,

it's not about winning,
it's about character.

It's about going
back out on the ice

with only a minute and half left
on the clock

and doing the best
that you can do.

It's about 12 young men
who call you "captain,"

putting your dreams aside
to honor their dreams

and respect their futures.

It's about becoming
a true leader,

not just a Harvard man.

Becoming your own man,
and a servant of god.

Because when you
serve others, Jeff,

with a whole heart, with love
and with humility...

You serve him.

And that is a true victory.

Okay.

I'll try it.

It's just, I don't know
where to start.

Do you know what day today is?

St. crispian's day.

(Clears throat, sniffles)

(Jeff exhales)

(Sniffs)

(Fading in):
...Get 'em in the zone!

Announcer:
...Get something going.

It's been a gutty performance

for the knights this afternoon.

He tries to dish it
toward the middle to Patterson.

Now Patterson back...
It's stolen by Pierce

of St. crispin's.

He clears it down ice;
Eastside will

touch it up-- that's icing.

And St. crispin's
will call time out.

The two-minute penalties
have expired now,

and both teams will be
at full strength,

as Jennings and McHenry
come out of the penalty box.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

-Can I say something?
-Randy: No, I think

we've heard all you have to say.

You know, we thought you wanted
to be on a team, man.

All you care about is
looking good for that scout.

You know, maybe
there's some scout out there

who might notice me today.

But you don't know.

And you don't care,
either, do you...

Captain?

(Sniffles)

You're right.

I've been an idiot;
I'm not gonna deny it.

And yeah, I could really use
a scholarship right now,

but not at your guys's expense.

-I'm sorry for being selfish.
-Well, uh,

you have been hogging
the biscuit a lot.

Whether or not we win
is not nearly as important

as walking off this rink
with our heads held high,

feeling like a team.

I wonder what that McHenry boy
is saying to the others.

Yeah, I don't know.

But, you know, eastside
hasn't won a game all year,

and they've held
one of the top teams

in the state to three goals.

Well, I don't know
what he's saying,

but they're eating it up.

Excuse me.

-You want some, baby?
-Yeah.

I've never really been
a captain before,

and I only know one speech.

I guess I should give
that speech right now.

30 seconds, coach.

30 seconds is all we need.

Go on, Jeff.

(Sighs) All right, I'll give
the quick-and-dirty version.

Let's not just
go out there to win,

let's go out there for the honor
of playing the very best hockey

that we know how to play.

And if playing for honor

i-is lame...
Then let's go out there

and be the lamest players
there are

in the history
of Minnesota hockey.

A-And next season,
when we show the rookies

our scars from this game,

we can say we took the licks
against St. crispin's.

And then, years from now,

when we tell our kids
and our grandkids

the story of this game,
I want them to kick themselves

for not witnessing the day
that eastside public high

gave the mighty St. crispin's
a run for their money

and showed them
the way the game of hockey

really should be played.

That was awesome.

Yeah.
Let's do this, guys.

-Man, get US the puck, captain.
-Let's go.

(Buzzer sounds)

Monica:
Hands in, you brave knights

-of eastside.
-(Jeff sighs)

One, two, three!

-Team: Eastside!
-Let's go! Come on!

(Fans cheering, whistling)

All right!

(Whistles)

All right, Jeff! Go!

Announcer:
It all comes down to this.

A minute twenty left, and the
underdog eastside knights have

sure played their hearts out.

It's been one great game!

Eastside controls the puck.

Now they're playing
against both

St. crispin's and the clock.

McHenry now with a chance!

No! He dishes off to Templeton,
who scores!

Unbelievable!
Eastside pulls to within

one goal of the undefeated
St. crispin's conquerors.

-With less than a minute
to play. -Nice pass!

Come on, defense!

-Take off your helmet.
-What?

-Just take it off.
-All right.

You're the real captain
of this team.

Now, why don't you go take

this face-off
and watch out for Jennings.

He's gonna try to take out
your legs, all right?

-All right, man.
-Good job, man.

-Thanks.
-Good job.

Announcer: We have
a captain change for eastside.

Randy Templeton
now assumes those duties.

He will face off at center ice

against St. crispin's
chase Jennings.

Welcome
to the big leagues, poser.

Yeah, thanks, slick,
nice to be here.

Announcer: St. crispin's
across the blue line.

Pierce with the puck.

He goes behind the net.

Dishes off to Jennings.
He shoots!

And a beautiful glove save
by Jordan!

After a rocky first few minutes

of this game,
Jordan sure has come on.

All right, face-off-- Fisher,
Bruce, Cochran, get in there!

Announcer:
He's played a wonderful game

inside the net for eastside.

Jeff: Good job, jordy, good job.
Way to keep US in the game.

Announcer:
And there's the face-off.

The puck'll be controlled
by the eastside...

Jordan, come in.
Come on in.

Six men. Let's go.
Hurry! Come on!

Announcer: ...Goalie Jordan off
the ice, leaving an empty net.

It's now a six-man offense,

and Templeton with the puck
out across center ice.

Only seven seconds left
in the game.

Templeton looking to score...

Monica:
Come on, guys!

Jeff: Go for it!
Go, go, go, go, go!

Announcer: He is gonna drop-pass
back to McHenry.

(Echoing):
McHenry now sees the goal!

(Crowd sounds fade)

(Distorted sound
of skates scraping ice)

(Distorted pounding)

♪ ♪

(Hockey stick whooshing)

(Echoing slap)

(Buzzer sounds)

No goal! No goal!
Time expired!

No goal!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Applause fading in)

Announcer:
The goal is disallowed.

Ruling is that time expired.

Final score:
St. crispin's three,

eastside two.

Come on, folks,
put your hands together.

-This was a tremendous effort
-hey.

By two very fine teams.

Heck of a game, man.

I hope things work out
for you, Mr. McHenry.

I'm sorry for all that
stupid smack.

Yeah, me, too, Mr. Jennings.

Good luck, man.

I'm sorry I let you guys down.

Are you kidding, man?

There are a lot of ways
to win, Jeff.

I'm counting 12 of them
right here.

Scout: That was some excellent
hockey, gentlemen.

Mr. McHenry.

Yeah, you.

You've got some fine
leadership skills.

Where are you going
to college next fall?

Well, I'm not sure.

I got accepted into Harvard,

but we can't afford it.

Well, we've given out
all our money this semester,

but, uh...

Give me a call in January.

Thank you, sir.

-You bet.
-Thank you.

Jack:
I heard your speech.

-What'd you think?
-(Laughs)

Well, I've made a lot
of money in my life,

but I never could have made
a speech like that.

I am so proud of you.

And I know
that whatever happens,

I know you're gonna be okay.

I know I am, too.

I've got everything I need now.

I love you, son.

I love you, too, dad.

You know, Monica...

That was a great coaching job.

Well, I really think
I have a knack for this game,

and I was thinking that we
should have our own hockey team.

But... an angel hockey team?

Uh-huh. We could call ourselves
the ice angels.

I'm sure there'd be
lots of volunteers, Andrew.

And, Tess, you'd make
a great team captain.

Uh-uh. No way.

It's never gonna happen.

I'm not putting any biscuit
in any oven, miss wings.

No. No.
No biscuits, no buns,

no cupcakes, no cinnamon rolls,
no nothing!