Strange Luck (1995–1996): Season 1, Episode 7 - Hat Trick - full transcript
Chance accidentally befriends a young hockey player who's on the verge of a multi million dollar professional career, but is too wild and uncaring to keep it together. When his behavior endangers the contract, his father and an as...
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shop for the Lucky 7 giveaway. Tonight's
prize, a 12-day, 11-night stay in Loughlin.
[crowd chanting "J.R. Dean"]
[J.R. Dean] Behind that mask,
underneath those pads, lurks a god.
[male reporter] Well,
that's what God looks like.
[J.R. Dean] Yeah, his name
is J.R. Dean. The hands
of a diamond cutter, the
poise of, uh... something.
[male reporter] Never heard of him.
[J.R. Dean] Exactly. He's a late
bloomer. Out of hockey for a while, but
he's back big time. The Tornadoes
made him the number 8 pick overall.
[male reporter] Number 8, huh?
[J.R. Dean] Hey, what's been telling
you I've never shot hockey before?
[J.R. Dean] Hey, you'll be fine. This is
Jared's last game before he moves up.
Just give me an action shot, then we
have some other business to attend to.
[male reporter] Other business?
[J.R. Dean] Let's just go to our seats.
Everything will make perfect sense to you.
[male reporter] Thank you. How's my hair?
[J.R. Dean] Fine.
[male reporter] Hey, Dave,
maybe I should get a little
closer to the goal. Bless
me, this is the perfect angle.
[male reporter] Lady!
[female reporter] Hi. Oh, hi!
[male reporter] Chance!
Uh, this is Carol and Wendy.
[female reporter] Howdy.
[male reporter] Hi.
[female reporter] Are you letting
Lou Harker set for Central City?
[male reporter] Is he good?
[female reporter] He was. In 1963,
he led the Continental League in a set.
[female reporter] Uh, don't mind Wendy.
She's got a thing for statistics.
[female reporter] Big guess.
[male reporter] You know what? Chance
here is the best photographer on the spot.
[male reporter] I actually am a freelancer.
[whistle blows]
[crowd shouting]
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[male reporter] People say I'm lucky.
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It all began in a plane crash 30 years ago.
106 lives ending in a single heartbeat.
Not a soul survived.
Except me.
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[male reporter] What can I say? The
fuck went right by my head and nailed him.
No, he's fine.
He's a little groggy, but he's fine.
[male reporter] I see weed. Feel some weed.
Easy, Dave.
He has full medical through the examiner.
Did you get me a shot of Jr?
He got hit by a scud. I've been
dealing with that for the last two hours.
I couldn't even tell you who's winning.
Ted wants to do a full page
on all the new draft voices.
And we need that shot.
Uh-huh.
Tonight.
Mr. Glenn said that himself?
That's right.
Chance just comes right from
the top getting me that shot of Jr.
Yeah, right.
Don't worry. Don't worry. No problem.
I've got my best guy on the job.
I'm not gonna worry. You need to worry.
Okay? Okay. Bye-bye.
[door closes]
Hey, what happened?
We lost. Lovick's plop shot got past Jr.
It wasn't his fault.
And how's Don?
Dave. He's got a concussion.
Hey, can you get us
down to the locker rooms?
We are dying to meet Jr.
Yeah.
Tell you what.
Here's Dave's press pass.
I'm sure he'd want you to have it.
Cool. Thanks.
[static]
[thunder]
Come on.
[thunder]
[tires screeching]
Hey!
Excuse me!
Hey, got any cables?
Nope.
Where you headed?
Downtown.
Me too. Get in.
You got him?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
[laughs]
Let's see.
Dinner, special, milk, coffee, and you--
Oh, you finished both your desserts.
Good boy. Anything else?
Just a check, please.
I was told that, uh, Chance
Harper comes in here a lot.
Wouldn't know. Why do you ask?
She was scared.
Uh, hey.
You see that?
Yeah.
[shouting].
So, you see the game?
Yeah, sure did.
What'd you think?
Red light.
It's okay.
It's okay.
What do you mean, uh, what I think?
More than nothing. I think it sucks.
Go to a lot of games?
That's what they pay me for.
Oh, you work at the pavilion?
The Zamboni.
I drive it.
So, what'd you think of the game?
The game? I didn't get to see much, but
I've always wanted to drive the Zamboni.
Well, what'd you go there for, then?
I'm a photographer. I was supposed
to take a picture of that J.R. Dean.
Dean!
Oh.
Well, you know, it's his fault
Lovette scored on that power play.
You gotta get out there,
challenge a guy like that.
You can't just lay back and wait.
Well, J.R. Dean, he's a loser.
Yeah, that's my opinion.
Loser?
Uh, those are myths, right?
All that crap about J.R.
Dean being the next great one.
You gotta be kidding me.
People say that.
Man, people don't know hockey.
I drive the Zamboni.
I know.
You know, I think I'll just get out here.
If you don't mind, you can just let me...
Take a left.
Where to, man?
I'll play the coffee cup.
It's only a damn hockey game.
Hey, don't tell me.
It's just a damn hockey game.
Look out!
Obviously.
[tires screeching]
Great, man. That's great.
300. That's all I got.
You're not the Zamboni driver.
Should've knocked Lovette on his butt.
What happened?
You joyride across town with this
kid and you can't get me a picture?
I didn't know who he was.
I thought he drove the Zamboni.
Zamboni driver? What's a Zamboni?
It's a machine they use
to smooth out the ice.
Created and manufactured by Frank J.
Zamboni and Company.
It's a real art to drive one of those
things. It's all about the surface tension.
Anything else?
The check.
So, hero or not, he's
their first-run draft choice.
And so our boss has
decided to add owning
the tornadoes to his
little list of hobbies.
J.R. Dean.
Excuse me.
No, wait a second. Ted Glenn is your boss.
I'm a freelancer, remember?
I'm independent.
Oh, yeah?
Who else do you work
for besides the examiner?
Currently?
Yeah.
Uh...
Mm-hmm.
Anyway, Mr. Glenn wants
to do a big push on this kid.
And that's why he wanted that shot today.
And that's why you're
working at the banquet tonight.
Now, wait a minute, okay? You offer, and
I say, "Yeah, I'd like to. I'll do that."
Or, "No, I don't want to do that."
At the usual rate.
Now, if you want to create
a little bit of independence,
for paid vacations and full medical
coverage, make an appearance.
I heard a rumor there's an
opening in the photo department.
Yeah?
Mm-hmm.
I've never had insurance.
Would I get dental?
Dental? No deductible.
Jeff?
Look at this.
Some guy was in here earlier.
Know him?
No.
Did he seem like a nice guy?
You were if I'm not so nice guy.
Okay.
You coming?
Come on, take it.
Take it.
Let's go.
Okay, you've got 20 minutes to get
ready so I can get to my place and change.
[Music]
How's Dave doing? Anyway.
Fine, I guess.
Do I really have to wear this thing?
You'll be dashing.
Give me a few minutes.
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[Laughter]
What's the rush for?
[Screaming]
[Phone ringing]
Hello? Somebody there?
I can't hear you. Somebody there?
It's me, Dave.
Dave!
Dave, how you feeling?
Much better. They finally got
the last piece of puck removed.
But I got this thing on my head.
Anyway, listen, that's not why I called.
I want to talk to you about the girls.
The girls?
Wendy and Carol.
Oh, yeah, yeah, the girls.
You think I'm playing
this right? I mean,
maybe I should be
playing it a little cooler.
Make them come to me.
You know what I'm saying?
You do. I don't know.
You know, I'm not big on advice.
So what are you saying?
I should try being myself?
So listen, hey, Wes and I are on the run.
We've got to go to this banquet thing.
I'm heading out the door
now, so I'll call you in a little bit.
Now that is a woman, the body of death.
What's up with you guys anyway? I mean, how
come you two aren't hanging out anymore?
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I'm right here.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
There's a guy in the window.
Where?
Right there.
Right there.
What are we going to do if he's caught him?
Brush his teeth?
--for the entertainment and continue.
Is that the shirt, baby?
Whoops.
You're up and rolling.
You're a mullet, baby.
Hey.
Hi.
I said he works for Ted.
Oh, yeah?
He's a up-and-comer.
Now, listen to me.
The custom business is all
about personal relationships.
Check.
Besides owning the paper and the
tornadoes, Ted owns two TV stations
and a string of little
gobblers driving restaurants.
Well, I'll remember to drop his name
next time I need a bucket of chicken.
He employs 2,000 people, Jim, but
I just think he's a good guy to know.
[phone ringing]
Excuse me.
Hello, Ted.
Hello, Hushie.
How are you?
Good, how are you?
Fine.
Look, Dave, gonna have to call you back.
I tried to bother you.
Listen, have you talked to Carol?
Not now, Dave.
Gotta go.
Bye.
You look really lovely.
Yeah.
You must be Chance Hufford.
Yeah.
You know me?
Sure.
You have a great eye.
You see, I need to read
our paper very carefully
in order to keep tabs on all the
members of my corporate team.
It must be tough to keep
tabs on 2,000 employees.
Hey.
How am I doing, Coach?
She's my cleanup hitter.
Looks like J.R.'s having fun.
I'm especially anxious to
get our new draftee aboard.
Subject to finalizing our deal, of course.
Oh, I don't think that's
going to be a problem.
You guys might want to
keep closer tabs on J.R.
What do you mean?
Well, he's, uh, you know,
he's wound pretty tight.
It's like he's taken one too
many slap shots to the head.
That kid is a hell of a competitor.
Who's going to get me the
Stanley Cup in my office?
That's what I think.
It's nice to finally meet you, Chance.
Smooth.
Can I buy you a drink, Chance?
I'm very interested in what
you have to say about J.R.
Sure.
[Bagpipes playing]
Well, Mr. Hockey, sir, let's see
how you are with the dirt, huh?
Listen, Chance, it's no secret that J.R.
has a lucrative career ahead of us,
but nothing is certain
until he signs that contract.
You making comments like
that in public is not helpful.
I thought I was just stating the obvious.
It's obvious that the fans love J.R.
He was manager.
That's right.
There's more at stake
here than you realize.
[Grunting]
Come on!
[Shouting]
What are you doing in my limo?
[Shouting]
Get in the car! Get in the car!
[Shouting].
I can't believe this is happening.
Yes!
You better take care of this, or I will.
Hey, fair and square, man.
Those dudes owe me eight bucks.
Are you all right?
Chance, right?
Hey, that was awesome, man.
Seriously.
Let's go back and finish what we started.
Are you nuts?
They were the ones who
wanted to play for money.
I think if they can go off
on some big hockey player,
it makes them look hot
in front of their girlfriend.
Oh, come on.
I made you a mic, huh?
I like Tequila.
Who are you?
I'm Carol.
We told the driver we
were your biggest fans.
I hope you don't mind.
Oh.
And I'm Wendy.
Wendy Vanderhoosey.
I was there the night
you shut out Rutherford.
Forty-six shots on goal, and
they came away with nothing.
When I saw that, well, Carol likes goalies.
Well, that's cool.
Really.
But, uh, chance to me, I gotta go back
and pound those guys back at the hotel.
I don't think so, Jr.
We could just wait for
them out in the parking lot.
This isn't high school.
You gotta chill out, because
people have their eye on you now.
You're in the spotlight.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well?
I don't care.
It's regarding the Chance Harper job.
It's Leon.
No, not Chance.
I was gonna let him have it,
but he was with a lady friend.
I wanted to do this clean.
Yes, I understand the
seriousness of the situation.
We just keep missing each other.
Hey, don't worry.
Chance Harper's number is up.
Damn.
Get in there, hon.
Get in there, hon.
Hey, look, that's Randy Fisk.
Makes around two million
dollars a year in endorsements.
Everybody says I'm better than he is.
It's all in how you do the packaging.
It's not just a game anymore, is it?
You kidding? It is a game.
Endorsements, talk shows, personal
appearances, opening up a shopping mall.
Stuff like that.
You don't strike me as the kind of guy
who likes to open up a shopping mall.
So they tell me to do it, I gotta do it.
We have chips, cookies, gum, beer.
And... A little fire water.
That's $128 at the bank.
Okay, okay, okay.
Here, keep the change.
Well, this is what I call a knife.
Oh, come on. Why do you think you're cute?
She said you reminded her of Pip Martin.
Come on.
You can't quit on me now, girl.
Let's have some fun.
Why don't you take it easy with that stuff?
It'll kick your butt.
That's the point.
Yo, check it out.
Hey.
My manager says when I sign my pro
contract, this endorsement will be mine.
What do you think?
You ever think about
getting another manager?
He could do a lot better
than that Kendall guy.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I mean, all he
cares about is the package.
I don't know if he cares about you.
Yeah, well, it's not like I
can fire him or anything.
Why not?
He's my dad.
All right, here it is.
Throw her legs off the
wall and into the net.
I make the shot, you lose the slip.
I miss, my pants come off.
No way, Jack.
I'll take that bet.
Okay, Wendy's in.
Carol?
You can't make this shot.
I feel lucky tonight. I can't explain it.
I missed you.
Oh, my God.
Jr, come down from there.
Not until you make the shot.
No, you come down first.
I make the shot.
If I make the shot, you
promise you'll come down?
Yeah, I've got her, dude.
Jack, this is a million to one shot.
You got a better idea?
Shut up, shut up.
Oh!
I'm glad that's not me.
Throw her legs and off the wall.
Bad luck can be no more.
Get down there, Jr.
Very nice.
Very nice.
Yeah!
You really got lucky, Jr.
Chance, I haven't had this much
fun playing hockey in a long time.
Good.
How's it cut?
Well, it's not bleeding,
but it looks like I'm
going to have to take
him home for observation.
A late night practice.
This is what I call a dedication.
You're sad.
You guys better go.
Bye.
This party's over.
Never mind, Jr.
We'll start with sprints.
It's too late.
We've all had a little
too much fun tonight.
I don't think he's in any shape.
Thank you.
Leave.
I told you before, this
is none of your business.
Put the skates on, Jr.
With the mind, now.
I can't, Dad.
I'm drunk.
Really?
Well, out on the ice
and we'll sober you up.
Okay.
We'll start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
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Go near my son again
and I'll break your neck.
Our deal is in trouble.
And I don't think I need to
remind you of the consequences.
Now I got to get involved.
Let's go.
Mr. Finn, Martin, please.
[Music]
Hi, it's Chance.
You know what to do.
Chance, if you're there, pick up the phone.
Chance!
Hi.
I don't know if you were trying to impress
last night, but it certainly wasn't Ted.
He wants you down at his office right now.
Jr is missing.
And your ass is on the line,
which of course means mine is too.
Now get down here.
Ouch.
[Music]
Excuse me.
That hockey player is
no longer a friend of yours.
Got it?
[Grunts]
You'll hear something, so you don't forget.
Punk!
The door and the cops!
You're going to get what's coming to you.
Get out of here, old man.
This is business.
Shut up, drunk.
I'll take care of you later.
It's going to be a long day.
[Music].
[Music]
I'm very, very disappointed in you, Chance.
You and Jr made me look bad last night.
I invited people from the
league office to meet us.
A barroom brawl breaks out,
and now no one seems to be
able to find my first round draft pick.
Any ideas?
How about you?
I'm beginning to wonder
if this is a bad investment.
Just a case of youthful exuberance.
I can assure you it will not happen again.
Oh, come on.
Tell him what's going on with the kid.
With all due respect, Mr. Harper,
a lot of these armchair quarterbacks don't
know what professional athletes go through.
Jr had a bad game yesterday.
He's young, hockey's all he knows,
and he takes a loss pretty hard.
He's a competitor.
Which is precisely why I
made him my draft choice.
All right, well, leave me out of it, then.
Chance.
Wait.
If Jr has a problem, it's
Kendall's job to sort it out.
I just want to get him signed,
and I want to get him signed today.
Otherwise I'm dropping Jr, and I'll
shop for a goalie on the pre-agent market.
Mr. Gorman, I
really... Stay there.
So... Chance, I want
you to work with us.
If you know where Jr is, please speak up.
I don't know where he is. I really don't.
But if I was him, I'd stay as far
away from you guys as I could.
Marshall.
I appreciate what
you're trying to do for Jr,
but you're missing a great
opportunity for yourself.
There's more to life
than some lame contract.
They're offering him a
multi-year deal with a half a million
dollar signing bonus, not to
mention a slew of endorsements.
Oh, I know. There's a whole line of
industries waiting to make a buck off Jr Dean.
It's just packaging.
He's a kid, not a six-pack of beer.
I'm glad he's missing.
I hope he stays missing.
I hope he stays missing.
Jr Dean has problems. They get him help.
Yeah, I believe that.
Decided to join the real world, huh?
How do you hide yourself
in these situations?
Oh my God!
Money!
Look at this!
All I wanted was a 20.
But this is exactly my point.
Like Jr Dean, we could go for the dough.
But we know there's always a price.
We do?
We do.
Are you sure we do?
We do.
[Music]
Mr. Harper, this is your lucky day.
[Gunshot]
Oh, damn!
[Music]
What? What do you want?
Hey, hey, hey, be cool, be cool.
Congratulations, Mr. Chance Harper.
You have been chosen as a platinum winner
in the million dollar merchant's lottery.
So please accept this
gift, while you are under no
obligation to order any more
appliances from our catalog.
You don't know me, so why
do you know I can't in the alley?
I'm the joint. This is Dr. Fielder.
Full time pusher, part time enforcer.
So when I see them following
you, I figure, whoa, this
is all I need for one of my
deliveries to get jacked up.
Don't look good on me.
My parole officer, he's
watching me like a hawk.
You know, going straight ain't easy.
Besides, I know his boss, St.
Martin. I used to work for him.
I did four years up stakes
and I had a job for St. Martin.
So St. Martin is a hood?
No, he's a gambler. I'm a hoister.
I'd let that cool a minute if I were you.
Well, it seems to be working okay.
Oh, it doesn't matter.
You drop a microwave, you fire it.
I'm in trouble anyway. I got six
microwaves and a crock pot to deliver.
Chance, can I give you some advice?
Sure.
If St. Martin is hiring
scum like Ian to
follow you around, he's
looking to lump you up.
You stay away from your buddy.
That's the funny part.
Jr, Dean's not my buddy.
Hello?
Chance.
Chance, you gotta help me.
JR?
Yeah.
Hey, Chance.
Hey.
Hey, I promised you a damn boney ride.
Now down at the rink.
Hey, Jr, you gotta get
a hold of yourself, okay?
JR?
JR?
JR?
[♪♪♪]
Everything was real good for us.
Until my mom died.
I was twelve.
Must have been rough.
Yeah, I don't remember her that much.
Or I try not to.
Only makes me sad.
Anyway, after that it was just
me and my dad and hockey.
He had a real good job, too.
He was like vice president
of a lumber company.
Anyway.
He quit after that and
started devoting full
time to my career when
I started getting good.
It was kind of like, as long as we had
hockey, we didn't have to talk about mom.
Where'd you get the pills?
Head doctor.
Says I'm a manic depressive.
Or whatever.
You know, it used to
be, out on the ice was
the one place I could
forget about everything.
It was the one place I
felt safe and in control.
I don't even have that anymore.
Here you go. Bowl number four.
Thanks.
You're a growing boy.
Can I ask you a question?
You realize you're
not cut out for all this.
Why don't you take some time off?
Sit out of here.
Most guys you raise
are trying to learn how
to eat without spilling
food on their shirt.
Here you are being asked to carry a
pro franchise, open shopping malls.
Nah, I can't quit.
Not now.
You don't know who my dad is.
See, I don't have a mom
or brothers or sisters.
I don't even have any friends.
Except you.
I don't even know you.
Dad's the only family I got.
And if I told him...
There's no way.
No way.
He's not going anywhere. He's your dad.
He's gonna love you no matter what.
This is your life we're talking about.
He's gonna find out sooner or later anyway.
Hockey used to be the one
thing we had going for us.
And now it just pulls us apart.
Oh man, I know you're right.
But if I go talk to him... If I go
talk to him... Will you go with me?
Sure.
I feel good, champ. I feel real good.
You know?
Yeah. Yeah, I feel like a...
Like a big weight's gonna be
lifted off my shoulders, you know?
Thanks for coming with me and all.
No sweat.
I'm sorry.
Thank God you're alright.
What are you doing here?
It's alright, it's alright.
If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here.
Gotta call Mr. Clark.
You gotta be worried, kid.
Hold on.
Gotta call Mr. Clark.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Don't worry, it won't be anything fancy.
Just a couple of reporters.
Gotta get this deal done.
What are you doing?
I'm not gonna sign.
What do you mean?
Look, I know all I've
ever worked for is today.
I know that.
I need a drink.
I need a drink.
All I've ever wanted
is for you to be proud.
It's just... I can't
do this right now.
I can't do it.
You know I can't.
I'm all... I'm all messed up.
Give you guys a little time.
No, Chaz!
I want you to stay.
This is your fault!
No, it's Chaz's! No!
What are you talking about?
It's not his fault!
It's me talking!
You can't do this to us!
We need this!
I need this!
If you don't sign that contract, St.
Martin is gonna kill me.
But I thought Mr. St.
Martin was some guy you knew from work.
No, son, he is a gambler.
After your mother died, everything
started going downhill for me.
I couldn't keep it together
with the lumber company.
Oh, you mean you didn't quit?
I was fired.
And then I started some pretty bad habits,
a little drinking, a little gambling.
Actually, a lot of gambling.
And it didn't take long
to wipe out our savings.
And then when we were going to lose the
house, that is when St. Martin stepped in.
He was glad to give me the loan.
You were about 16, really
tearing up that city league.
And now he wants his money.
260,000 dollars.
Oh, Dad.
I know it sounds stupid, but I always
thought I was gonna win it back.
I let you down.
I let you down.
I let your mother down.
I am sorry.
So Jr is your only collateral.
Me?
Your future.
What do you mean?
A guy like St. Martin would
love to have you in his pocket.
Get in a couple goals at crucial times,
you're worth ten times
what your dad owes him.
And if he's after your son's
future, he'd never kill you.
It doesn't make any sense.
Now he's nervous about Jr.
He's worried he's never
gonna get to see another penny.
He's got loans out to a lot of people.
He told me he is going to
kill me, and I believe him.
All right, all right.
Hang on.
We're gonna work this thing out.
Nobody's gonna kill anybody, all right?
What are you gonna do?
Chance, I want to thank
you for helping us out.
But, uh, this is family business.
From here on out, huh?
Look, everything's gonna work out okay.
Everything's gonna be fine.
It's my problem now.
Your examiner, Mr. Glenn Hopkins.
I'd like to speak to Mr. Glenn.
Jr made quite a name for himself this year.
But it's not just his hockey that we like.
He's a hero, this kid.
From a small town, he's overcome
a lot of adversity in his young life.
We want the public to know
that the tornadoes value character.
Which is why I'm very happy to
announce the signing of Jr Dean.
[applause]
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jr Dean.
Um, whew.
I'm really happy to be
playing for the tornadoes.
Um, thanks.
Jr, have you set any
goals for yourself this year?
Um, I don't know, uh, try not to lose?
No, haven't run across Wendy and Carol.
Sure, I'll come by the hospital, Dave.
Hang in there.
There's a man I want to speak to.
I've got some good news for you.
I want to make you an offer.
A job offer.
Job offer?
Mm-hmm.
How'd you like to come on staff full time
and shoot all the promotional
materials for the tornadoes?
That was, uh, that was Jr's idea.
$75,000 a year for five months' work.
Full medical.
We'll let somebody at the front
office hammer out the details.
You've got to be kidding.
Think it over.
Jr's doing some promotional work tomorrow.
We can talk about it then.
Audrey told me about
your independent spirit.
Steady work is not the
worst thing in the world.
Welcome to the team.
Don't start.
I'm about to tell Ted
to take a flying leap.
Chance, Ted has his hands full.
Be nice, OK?
Jr's a little out of control.
That was a shot of me guzzling one, huh?
Never seen him like this.
Here, come here.
Jr, you stop this.
Now!
Oh, I'm just having some fun.
I want him off the ice.
Come here.
Go get security.
Oh, take it easy, Jr.
I don't know what's wrong with you.
Be careful.
I apologize, OK?
Hey, Chance.
Chance, have a beer.
Oh, oh, oh.
What?
Hey.
Hey, come on.
Make that shot you made.
What shot?
No, no, no, no, no.
Get off the edge.
No, no, no, no.
Make a shot.
Come on.
I want you to warn him when you shot again.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Are you taking those little pills again?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Those pills are for live wounds.
Hey, I got something better.
I'm tripping.
I don't need no shrink, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, come on, the shot.
Come on.
Don't be a wimp.
Son, please.
Only if Chance makes his shot.
Do whatever he wants.
I want him off the ice.
Make it.
Come on.
[LAUGHTER]
OK, now, here's the shot.
Between my legs, off the boards,
off the post, and into the net.
I don't like this.
[SCREAMING]
Oh, my God.
Stay still, J.R.
J.R., on your back, on
your back, on your back.
Why does he have pads on?
Don't put your knees-- can
we get some help here, please?
Thanks.
Get a doctor.
And call a lawyer.
[SCREAMING]
I guess what I'm trying to say,
Dave, is there are other fish in the sea.
I know that's probably a
big disappointment to you.
Actually, I've been doing
some thinking myself.
The puck hit me like that?
Why?
Why me?
Why right then?
And why a hockey puck?
I realized it was some cosmic message
telling me to start living my life right.
I shouldn't spend my time
chasing girls like Carol and Wendy.
From now on, I follow
the straight and narrow.
I'm a new Dave.
Don't you think you're
being a little hard on yourself?
No, I don't think so.
Hello?
Who's that?
It's Wendy.
Hi, Chad.
Hi, Wendy.
J.R.'s asking for you.
Oh, OK.
You know Dave, right?
Oh, yeah.
Unfortunately, he's feeling
a little under the weather.
He doesn't want any more visits.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on in.
Come on in.
I'm fine.
Come on.
Hi.
How you doing?
I'm good.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Dr. Williams to ICU.
Dr. Williams to ICU.
Dad.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Chance, how are you?
OK.
How's J.R.?
Hockey-wise, he's out for
the season, doctor's orders.
I'm going upstairs to set him
up in a substance rehab program.
You don't see him bothered?
Well, Chance, what you did qualifies
in J.R.'s contract as an act of God.
And since Mr. Glenn was
right there encouraging
him, he's got to make
good on that contract.
An act of God?
Well, the contract calls it an act of God.
I call it the strangest twist
of fate I have ever seen.
What about St. Martin?
Damned his name.
He was walking down the street,
was suddenly out of the blue.
A microwave hits him in the head.
He's lucky if he remembers my
name, never mind what I owe him.
It's the most amazing thing.
I've got to go talk to J.R.
Oh, yeah, yeah, he wants to talk to you.
[Music]
Hey.
Chance.
Sorry about your leg.
Maybe I wanted to get hit.
But it saved my life.
How does this affect your packaging?
Well, I won't be opening up
any shopping malls for a while.
You got a pen?
Hey, Chance.
Hey, how you doing?
They fired me.
I knew they would.
I don't feel so bad, though, that they
make up a microwave to deceptive me.
You didn't make any
more deliveries, did you?
Yeah, this one.
Well, this is yours.
Hey, thanks.
So what are you going to do now?
I think I'll lay low for a while.
See you around, Chance.
Hey, Leon.
Yeah.
What's your last name?
Laurie.
L-U-R-I-E.
Edgy.
Leon.
Laurie.
Now there's something
you don't see every day.
But next Friday... Chance?
It's going to take Chance
Harper... Everybody clear?
To the afterlife.
Mom?
Yes, dear?
There's going to be no way back.
Franklin Houston.
Isn't it beautiful?
Yeah.
Strange Luck, a brand
new episode next Friday.
Welcome to Spin on Fox.
I'm Steve Van Wormer for Spin Magazine.
Did someone say there's
too many divas out there?
If it's one thing I've learned, it's that
you can never have too many divas.
Joining the fray this week is Whitney
Houston with "Exhale, Shoop, Shoop,"
the first single from the
"Waiting to Exhale" soundtrack.
High to Whitney's tail is Terry
Ellis, one quarter of "En Vogue,"
stepping out in solo style
with "Wherever You Are,"
the first single from her
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And that's the Spin on Fox.
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shop for the Lucky 7 giveaway. Tonight's
prize, a 12-day, 11-night stay in Loughlin.
[crowd chanting "J.R. Dean"]
[J.R. Dean] Behind that mask,
underneath those pads, lurks a god.
[male reporter] Well,
that's what God looks like.
[J.R. Dean] Yeah, his name
is J.R. Dean. The hands
of a diamond cutter, the
poise of, uh... something.
[male reporter] Never heard of him.
[J.R. Dean] Exactly. He's a late
bloomer. Out of hockey for a while, but
he's back big time. The Tornadoes
made him the number 8 pick overall.
[male reporter] Number 8, huh?
[J.R. Dean] Hey, what's been telling
you I've never shot hockey before?
[J.R. Dean] Hey, you'll be fine. This is
Jared's last game before he moves up.
Just give me an action shot, then we
have some other business to attend to.
[male reporter] Other business?
[J.R. Dean] Let's just go to our seats.
Everything will make perfect sense to you.
[male reporter] Thank you. How's my hair?
[J.R. Dean] Fine.
[male reporter] Hey, Dave,
maybe I should get a little
closer to the goal. Bless
me, this is the perfect angle.
[male reporter] Lady!
[female reporter] Hi. Oh, hi!
[male reporter] Chance!
Uh, this is Carol and Wendy.
[female reporter] Howdy.
[male reporter] Hi.
[female reporter] Are you letting
Lou Harker set for Central City?
[male reporter] Is he good?
[female reporter] He was. In 1963,
he led the Continental League in a set.
[female reporter] Uh, don't mind Wendy.
She's got a thing for statistics.
[female reporter] Big guess.
[male reporter] You know what? Chance
here is the best photographer on the spot.
[male reporter] I actually am a freelancer.
[whistle blows]
[crowd shouting]
[music playing]
[crowd shouting]
[music playing]
[crowd shouting]
[music playing]
[crowd shouting]
[music playing].
[music playing]
[crowd shouting]
[music playing]
[music playing]
[male reporter] People say I'm lucky.
[music playing]
It all began in a plane crash 30 years ago.
106 lives ending in a single heartbeat.
Not a soul survived.
Except me.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[music playing].
[music playing].
[music playing]
[music playing].
[music playing].
[music playing].
[male reporter] What can I say? The
fuck went right by my head and nailed him.
No, he's fine.
He's a little groggy, but he's fine.
[male reporter] I see weed. Feel some weed.
Easy, Dave.
He has full medical through the examiner.
Did you get me a shot of Jr?
He got hit by a scud. I've been
dealing with that for the last two hours.
I couldn't even tell you who's winning.
Ted wants to do a full page
on all the new draft voices.
And we need that shot.
Uh-huh.
Tonight.
Mr. Glenn said that himself?
That's right.
Chance just comes right from
the top getting me that shot of Jr.
Yeah, right.
Don't worry. Don't worry. No problem.
I've got my best guy on the job.
I'm not gonna worry. You need to worry.
Okay? Okay. Bye-bye.
[door closes]
Hey, what happened?
We lost. Lovick's plop shot got past Jr.
It wasn't his fault.
And how's Don?
Dave. He's got a concussion.
Hey, can you get us
down to the locker rooms?
We are dying to meet Jr.
Yeah.
Tell you what.
Here's Dave's press pass.
I'm sure he'd want you to have it.
Cool. Thanks.
[static]
[thunder]
Come on.
[thunder]
[tires screeching]
Hey!
Excuse me!
Hey, got any cables?
Nope.
Where you headed?
Downtown.
Me too. Get in.
You got him?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
[laughs]
Let's see.
Dinner, special, milk, coffee, and you--
Oh, you finished both your desserts.
Good boy. Anything else?
Just a check, please.
I was told that, uh, Chance
Harper comes in here a lot.
Wouldn't know. Why do you ask?
She was scared.
Uh, hey.
You see that?
Yeah.
[shouting].
So, you see the game?
Yeah, sure did.
What'd you think?
Red light.
It's okay.
It's okay.
What do you mean, uh, what I think?
More than nothing. I think it sucks.
Go to a lot of games?
That's what they pay me for.
Oh, you work at the pavilion?
The Zamboni.
I drive it.
So, what'd you think of the game?
The game? I didn't get to see much, but
I've always wanted to drive the Zamboni.
Well, what'd you go there for, then?
I'm a photographer. I was supposed
to take a picture of that J.R. Dean.
Dean!
Oh.
Well, you know, it's his fault
Lovette scored on that power play.
You gotta get out there,
challenge a guy like that.
You can't just lay back and wait.
Well, J.R. Dean, he's a loser.
Yeah, that's my opinion.
Loser?
Uh, those are myths, right?
All that crap about J.R.
Dean being the next great one.
You gotta be kidding me.
People say that.
Man, people don't know hockey.
I drive the Zamboni.
I know.
You know, I think I'll just get out here.
If you don't mind, you can just let me...
Take a left.
Where to, man?
I'll play the coffee cup.
It's only a damn hockey game.
Hey, don't tell me.
It's just a damn hockey game.
Look out!
Obviously.
[tires screeching]
Great, man. That's great.
300. That's all I got.
You're not the Zamboni driver.
Should've knocked Lovette on his butt.
What happened?
You joyride across town with this
kid and you can't get me a picture?
I didn't know who he was.
I thought he drove the Zamboni.
Zamboni driver? What's a Zamboni?
It's a machine they use
to smooth out the ice.
Created and manufactured by Frank J.
Zamboni and Company.
It's a real art to drive one of those
things. It's all about the surface tension.
Anything else?
The check.
So, hero or not, he's
their first-run draft choice.
And so our boss has
decided to add owning
the tornadoes to his
little list of hobbies.
J.R. Dean.
Excuse me.
No, wait a second. Ted Glenn is your boss.
I'm a freelancer, remember?
I'm independent.
Oh, yeah?
Who else do you work
for besides the examiner?
Currently?
Yeah.
Uh...
Mm-hmm.
Anyway, Mr. Glenn wants
to do a big push on this kid.
And that's why he wanted that shot today.
And that's why you're
working at the banquet tonight.
Now, wait a minute, okay? You offer, and
I say, "Yeah, I'd like to. I'll do that."
Or, "No, I don't want to do that."
At the usual rate.
Now, if you want to create
a little bit of independence,
for paid vacations and full medical
coverage, make an appearance.
I heard a rumor there's an
opening in the photo department.
Yeah?
Mm-hmm.
I've never had insurance.
Would I get dental?
Dental? No deductible.
Jeff?
Look at this.
Some guy was in here earlier.
Know him?
No.
Did he seem like a nice guy?
You were if I'm not so nice guy.
Okay.
You coming?
Come on, take it.
Take it.
Let's go.
Okay, you've got 20 minutes to get
ready so I can get to my place and change.
[Music]
How's Dave doing? Anyway.
Fine, I guess.
Do I really have to wear this thing?
You'll be dashing.
Give me a few minutes.
[Music]
[Laughter]
What's the rush for?
[Screaming]
[Phone ringing]
Hello? Somebody there?
I can't hear you. Somebody there?
It's me, Dave.
Dave!
Dave, how you feeling?
Much better. They finally got
the last piece of puck removed.
But I got this thing on my head.
Anyway, listen, that's not why I called.
I want to talk to you about the girls.
The girls?
Wendy and Carol.
Oh, yeah, yeah, the girls.
You think I'm playing
this right? I mean,
maybe I should be
playing it a little cooler.
Make them come to me.
You know what I'm saying?
You do. I don't know.
You know, I'm not big on advice.
So what are you saying?
I should try being myself?
So listen, hey, Wes and I are on the run.
We've got to go to this banquet thing.
I'm heading out the door
now, so I'll call you in a little bit.
Now that is a woman, the body of death.
What's up with you guys anyway? I mean, how
come you two aren't hanging out anymore?
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I'm right here.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
I can't hear you, Dave.
There's a guy in the window.
Where?
Right there.
Right there.
What are we going to do if he's caught him?
Brush his teeth?
--for the entertainment and continue.
Is that the shirt, baby?
Whoops.
You're up and rolling.
You're a mullet, baby.
Hey.
Hi.
I said he works for Ted.
Oh, yeah?
He's a up-and-comer.
Now, listen to me.
The custom business is all
about personal relationships.
Check.
Besides owning the paper and the
tornadoes, Ted owns two TV stations
and a string of little
gobblers driving restaurants.
Well, I'll remember to drop his name
next time I need a bucket of chicken.
He employs 2,000 people, Jim, but
I just think he's a good guy to know.
[phone ringing]
Excuse me.
Hello, Ted.
Hello, Hushie.
How are you?
Good, how are you?
Fine.
Look, Dave, gonna have to call you back.
I tried to bother you.
Listen, have you talked to Carol?
Not now, Dave.
Gotta go.
Bye.
You look really lovely.
Yeah.
You must be Chance Hufford.
Yeah.
You know me?
Sure.
You have a great eye.
You see, I need to read
our paper very carefully
in order to keep tabs on all the
members of my corporate team.
It must be tough to keep
tabs on 2,000 employees.
Hey.
How am I doing, Coach?
She's my cleanup hitter.
Looks like J.R.'s having fun.
I'm especially anxious to
get our new draftee aboard.
Subject to finalizing our deal, of course.
Oh, I don't think that's
going to be a problem.
You guys might want to
keep closer tabs on J.R.
What do you mean?
Well, he's, uh, you know,
he's wound pretty tight.
It's like he's taken one too
many slap shots to the head.
That kid is a hell of a competitor.
Who's going to get me the
Stanley Cup in my office?
That's what I think.
It's nice to finally meet you, Chance.
Smooth.
Can I buy you a drink, Chance?
I'm very interested in what
you have to say about J.R.
Sure.
[Bagpipes playing]
Well, Mr. Hockey, sir, let's see
how you are with the dirt, huh?
Listen, Chance, it's no secret that J.R.
has a lucrative career ahead of us,
but nothing is certain
until he signs that contract.
You making comments like
that in public is not helpful.
I thought I was just stating the obvious.
It's obvious that the fans love J.R.
He was manager.
That's right.
There's more at stake
here than you realize.
[Grunting]
Come on!
[Shouting]
What are you doing in my limo?
[Shouting]
Get in the car! Get in the car!
[Shouting].
I can't believe this is happening.
Yes!
You better take care of this, or I will.
Hey, fair and square, man.
Those dudes owe me eight bucks.
Are you all right?
Chance, right?
Hey, that was awesome, man.
Seriously.
Let's go back and finish what we started.
Are you nuts?
They were the ones who
wanted to play for money.
I think if they can go off
on some big hockey player,
it makes them look hot
in front of their girlfriend.
Oh, come on.
I made you a mic, huh?
I like Tequila.
Who are you?
I'm Carol.
We told the driver we
were your biggest fans.
I hope you don't mind.
Oh.
And I'm Wendy.
Wendy Vanderhoosey.
I was there the night
you shut out Rutherford.
Forty-six shots on goal, and
they came away with nothing.
When I saw that, well, Carol likes goalies.
Well, that's cool.
Really.
But, uh, chance to me, I gotta go back
and pound those guys back at the hotel.
I don't think so, Jr.
We could just wait for
them out in the parking lot.
This isn't high school.
You gotta chill out, because
people have their eye on you now.
You're in the spotlight.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well?
I don't care.
It's regarding the Chance Harper job.
It's Leon.
No, not Chance.
I was gonna let him have it,
but he was with a lady friend.
I wanted to do this clean.
Yes, I understand the
seriousness of the situation.
We just keep missing each other.
Hey, don't worry.
Chance Harper's number is up.
Damn.
Get in there, hon.
Get in there, hon.
Hey, look, that's Randy Fisk.
Makes around two million
dollars a year in endorsements.
Everybody says I'm better than he is.
It's all in how you do the packaging.
It's not just a game anymore, is it?
You kidding? It is a game.
Endorsements, talk shows, personal
appearances, opening up a shopping mall.
Stuff like that.
You don't strike me as the kind of guy
who likes to open up a shopping mall.
So they tell me to do it, I gotta do it.
We have chips, cookies, gum, beer.
And... A little fire water.
That's $128 at the bank.
Okay, okay, okay.
Here, keep the change.
Well, this is what I call a knife.
Oh, come on. Why do you think you're cute?
She said you reminded her of Pip Martin.
Come on.
You can't quit on me now, girl.
Let's have some fun.
Why don't you take it easy with that stuff?
It'll kick your butt.
That's the point.
Yo, check it out.
Hey.
My manager says when I sign my pro
contract, this endorsement will be mine.
What do you think?
You ever think about
getting another manager?
He could do a lot better
than that Kendall guy.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I mean, all he
cares about is the package.
I don't know if he cares about you.
Yeah, well, it's not like I
can fire him or anything.
Why not?
He's my dad.
All right, here it is.
Throw her legs off the
wall and into the net.
I make the shot, you lose the slip.
I miss, my pants come off.
No way, Jack.
I'll take that bet.
Okay, Wendy's in.
Carol?
You can't make this shot.
I feel lucky tonight. I can't explain it.
I missed you.
Oh, my God.
Jr, come down from there.
Not until you make the shot.
No, you come down first.
I make the shot.
If I make the shot, you
promise you'll come down?
Yeah, I've got her, dude.
Jack, this is a million to one shot.
You got a better idea?
Shut up, shut up.
Oh!
I'm glad that's not me.
Throw her legs and off the wall.
Bad luck can be no more.
Get down there, Jr.
Very nice.
Very nice.
Yeah!
You really got lucky, Jr.
Chance, I haven't had this much
fun playing hockey in a long time.
Good.
How's it cut?
Well, it's not bleeding,
but it looks like I'm
going to have to take
him home for observation.
A late night practice.
This is what I call a dedication.
You're sad.
You guys better go.
Bye.
This party's over.
Never mind, Jr.
We'll start with sprints.
It's too late.
We've all had a little
too much fun tonight.
I don't think he's in any shape.
Thank you.
Leave.
I told you before, this
is none of your business.
Put the skates on, Jr.
With the mind, now.
I can't, Dad.
I'm drunk.
Really?
Well, out on the ice
and we'll sober you up.
Okay.
We'll start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
I'm going to start with 25 pushups.
Okay.
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Go near my son again
and I'll break your neck.
Our deal is in trouble.
And I don't think I need to
remind you of the consequences.
Now I got to get involved.
Let's go.
Mr. Finn, Martin, please.
[Music]
Hi, it's Chance.
You know what to do.
Chance, if you're there, pick up the phone.
Chance!
Hi.
I don't know if you were trying to impress
last night, but it certainly wasn't Ted.
He wants you down at his office right now.
Jr is missing.
And your ass is on the line,
which of course means mine is too.
Now get down here.
Ouch.
[Music]
Excuse me.
That hockey player is
no longer a friend of yours.
Got it?
[Grunts]
You'll hear something, so you don't forget.
Punk!
The door and the cops!
You're going to get what's coming to you.
Get out of here, old man.
This is business.
Shut up, drunk.
I'll take care of you later.
It's going to be a long day.
[Music].
[Music]
I'm very, very disappointed in you, Chance.
You and Jr made me look bad last night.
I invited people from the
league office to meet us.
A barroom brawl breaks out,
and now no one seems to be
able to find my first round draft pick.
Any ideas?
How about you?
I'm beginning to wonder
if this is a bad investment.
Just a case of youthful exuberance.
I can assure you it will not happen again.
Oh, come on.
Tell him what's going on with the kid.
With all due respect, Mr. Harper,
a lot of these armchair quarterbacks don't
know what professional athletes go through.
Jr had a bad game yesterday.
He's young, hockey's all he knows,
and he takes a loss pretty hard.
He's a competitor.
Which is precisely why I
made him my draft choice.
All right, well, leave me out of it, then.
Chance.
Wait.
If Jr has a problem, it's
Kendall's job to sort it out.
I just want to get him signed,
and I want to get him signed today.
Otherwise I'm dropping Jr, and I'll
shop for a goalie on the pre-agent market.
Mr. Gorman, I
really... Stay there.
So... Chance, I want
you to work with us.
If you know where Jr is, please speak up.
I don't know where he is. I really don't.
But if I was him, I'd stay as far
away from you guys as I could.
Marshall.
I appreciate what
you're trying to do for Jr,
but you're missing a great
opportunity for yourself.
There's more to life
than some lame contract.
They're offering him a
multi-year deal with a half a million
dollar signing bonus, not to
mention a slew of endorsements.
Oh, I know. There's a whole line of
industries waiting to make a buck off Jr Dean.
It's just packaging.
He's a kid, not a six-pack of beer.
I'm glad he's missing.
I hope he stays missing.
I hope he stays missing.
Jr Dean has problems. They get him help.
Yeah, I believe that.
Decided to join the real world, huh?
How do you hide yourself
in these situations?
Oh my God!
Money!
Look at this!
All I wanted was a 20.
But this is exactly my point.
Like Jr Dean, we could go for the dough.
But we know there's always a price.
We do?
We do.
Are you sure we do?
We do.
[Music]
Mr. Harper, this is your lucky day.
[Gunshot]
Oh, damn!
[Music]
What? What do you want?
Hey, hey, hey, be cool, be cool.
Congratulations, Mr. Chance Harper.
You have been chosen as a platinum winner
in the million dollar merchant's lottery.
So please accept this
gift, while you are under no
obligation to order any more
appliances from our catalog.
You don't know me, so why
do you know I can't in the alley?
I'm the joint. This is Dr. Fielder.
Full time pusher, part time enforcer.
So when I see them following
you, I figure, whoa, this
is all I need for one of my
deliveries to get jacked up.
Don't look good on me.
My parole officer, he's
watching me like a hawk.
You know, going straight ain't easy.
Besides, I know his boss, St.
Martin. I used to work for him.
I did four years up stakes
and I had a job for St. Martin.
So St. Martin is a hood?
No, he's a gambler. I'm a hoister.
I'd let that cool a minute if I were you.
Well, it seems to be working okay.
Oh, it doesn't matter.
You drop a microwave, you fire it.
I'm in trouble anyway. I got six
microwaves and a crock pot to deliver.
Chance, can I give you some advice?
Sure.
If St. Martin is hiring
scum like Ian to
follow you around, he's
looking to lump you up.
You stay away from your buddy.
That's the funny part.
Jr, Dean's not my buddy.
Hello?
Chance.
Chance, you gotta help me.
JR?
Yeah.
Hey, Chance.
Hey.
Hey, I promised you a damn boney ride.
Now down at the rink.
Hey, Jr, you gotta get
a hold of yourself, okay?
JR?
JR?
JR?
[♪♪♪]
Everything was real good for us.
Until my mom died.
I was twelve.
Must have been rough.
Yeah, I don't remember her that much.
Or I try not to.
Only makes me sad.
Anyway, after that it was just
me and my dad and hockey.
He had a real good job, too.
He was like vice president
of a lumber company.
Anyway.
He quit after that and
started devoting full
time to my career when
I started getting good.
It was kind of like, as long as we had
hockey, we didn't have to talk about mom.
Where'd you get the pills?
Head doctor.
Says I'm a manic depressive.
Or whatever.
You know, it used to
be, out on the ice was
the one place I could
forget about everything.
It was the one place I
felt safe and in control.
I don't even have that anymore.
Here you go. Bowl number four.
Thanks.
You're a growing boy.
Can I ask you a question?
You realize you're
not cut out for all this.
Why don't you take some time off?
Sit out of here.
Most guys you raise
are trying to learn how
to eat without spilling
food on their shirt.
Here you are being asked to carry a
pro franchise, open shopping malls.
Nah, I can't quit.
Not now.
You don't know who my dad is.
See, I don't have a mom
or brothers or sisters.
I don't even have any friends.
Except you.
I don't even know you.
Dad's the only family I got.
And if I told him...
There's no way.
No way.
He's not going anywhere. He's your dad.
He's gonna love you no matter what.
This is your life we're talking about.
He's gonna find out sooner or later anyway.
Hockey used to be the one
thing we had going for us.
And now it just pulls us apart.
Oh man, I know you're right.
But if I go talk to him... If I go
talk to him... Will you go with me?
Sure.
I feel good, champ. I feel real good.
You know?
Yeah. Yeah, I feel like a...
Like a big weight's gonna be
lifted off my shoulders, you know?
Thanks for coming with me and all.
No sweat.
I'm sorry.
Thank God you're alright.
What are you doing here?
It's alright, it's alright.
If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here.
Gotta call Mr. Clark.
You gotta be worried, kid.
Hold on.
Gotta call Mr. Clark.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Don't worry, it won't be anything fancy.
Just a couple of reporters.
Gotta get this deal done.
What are you doing?
I'm not gonna sign.
What do you mean?
Look, I know all I've
ever worked for is today.
I know that.
I need a drink.
I need a drink.
All I've ever wanted
is for you to be proud.
It's just... I can't
do this right now.
I can't do it.
You know I can't.
I'm all... I'm all messed up.
Give you guys a little time.
No, Chaz!
I want you to stay.
This is your fault!
No, it's Chaz's! No!
What are you talking about?
It's not his fault!
It's me talking!
You can't do this to us!
We need this!
I need this!
If you don't sign that contract, St.
Martin is gonna kill me.
But I thought Mr. St.
Martin was some guy you knew from work.
No, son, he is a gambler.
After your mother died, everything
started going downhill for me.
I couldn't keep it together
with the lumber company.
Oh, you mean you didn't quit?
I was fired.
And then I started some pretty bad habits,
a little drinking, a little gambling.
Actually, a lot of gambling.
And it didn't take long
to wipe out our savings.
And then when we were going to lose the
house, that is when St. Martin stepped in.
He was glad to give me the loan.
You were about 16, really
tearing up that city league.
And now he wants his money.
260,000 dollars.
Oh, Dad.
I know it sounds stupid, but I always
thought I was gonna win it back.
I let you down.
I let you down.
I let your mother down.
I am sorry.
So Jr is your only collateral.
Me?
Your future.
What do you mean?
A guy like St. Martin would
love to have you in his pocket.
Get in a couple goals at crucial times,
you're worth ten times
what your dad owes him.
And if he's after your son's
future, he'd never kill you.
It doesn't make any sense.
Now he's nervous about Jr.
He's worried he's never
gonna get to see another penny.
He's got loans out to a lot of people.
He told me he is going to
kill me, and I believe him.
All right, all right.
Hang on.
We're gonna work this thing out.
Nobody's gonna kill anybody, all right?
What are you gonna do?
Chance, I want to thank
you for helping us out.
But, uh, this is family business.
From here on out, huh?
Look, everything's gonna work out okay.
Everything's gonna be fine.
It's my problem now.
Your examiner, Mr. Glenn Hopkins.
I'd like to speak to Mr. Glenn.
Jr made quite a name for himself this year.
But it's not just his hockey that we like.
He's a hero, this kid.
From a small town, he's overcome
a lot of adversity in his young life.
We want the public to know
that the tornadoes value character.
Which is why I'm very happy to
announce the signing of Jr Dean.
[applause]
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Jr Dean.
Um, whew.
I'm really happy to be
playing for the tornadoes.
Um, thanks.
Jr, have you set any
goals for yourself this year?
Um, I don't know, uh, try not to lose?
No, haven't run across Wendy and Carol.
Sure, I'll come by the hospital, Dave.
Hang in there.
There's a man I want to speak to.
I've got some good news for you.
I want to make you an offer.
A job offer.
Job offer?
Mm-hmm.
How'd you like to come on staff full time
and shoot all the promotional
materials for the tornadoes?
That was, uh, that was Jr's idea.
$75,000 a year for five months' work.
Full medical.
We'll let somebody at the front
office hammer out the details.
You've got to be kidding.
Think it over.
Jr's doing some promotional work tomorrow.
We can talk about it then.
Audrey told me about
your independent spirit.
Steady work is not the
worst thing in the world.
Welcome to the team.
Don't start.
I'm about to tell Ted
to take a flying leap.
Chance, Ted has his hands full.
Be nice, OK?
Jr's a little out of control.
That was a shot of me guzzling one, huh?
Never seen him like this.
Here, come here.
Jr, you stop this.
Now!
Oh, I'm just having some fun.
I want him off the ice.
Come here.
Go get security.
Oh, take it easy, Jr.
I don't know what's wrong with you.
Be careful.
I apologize, OK?
Hey, Chance.
Chance, have a beer.
Oh, oh, oh.
What?
Hey.
Hey, come on.
Make that shot you made.
What shot?
No, no, no, no, no.
Get off the edge.
No, no, no, no.
Make a shot.
Come on.
I want you to warn him when you shot again.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Are you taking those little pills again?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Those pills are for live wounds.
Hey, I got something better.
I'm tripping.
I don't need no shrink, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, come on, the shot.
Come on.
Don't be a wimp.
Son, please.
Only if Chance makes his shot.
Do whatever he wants.
I want him off the ice.
Make it.
Come on.
[LAUGHTER]
OK, now, here's the shot.
Between my legs, off the boards,
off the post, and into the net.
I don't like this.
[SCREAMING]
Oh, my God.
Stay still, J.R.
J.R., on your back, on
your back, on your back.
Why does he have pads on?
Don't put your knees-- can
we get some help here, please?
Thanks.
Get a doctor.
And call a lawyer.
[SCREAMING]
I guess what I'm trying to say,
Dave, is there are other fish in the sea.
I know that's probably a
big disappointment to you.
Actually, I've been doing
some thinking myself.
The puck hit me like that?
Why?
Why me?
Why right then?
And why a hockey puck?
I realized it was some cosmic message
telling me to start living my life right.
I shouldn't spend my time
chasing girls like Carol and Wendy.
From now on, I follow
the straight and narrow.
I'm a new Dave.
Don't you think you're
being a little hard on yourself?
No, I don't think so.
Hello?
Who's that?
It's Wendy.
Hi, Chad.
Hi, Wendy.
J.R.'s asking for you.
Oh, OK.
You know Dave, right?
Oh, yeah.
Unfortunately, he's feeling
a little under the weather.
He doesn't want any more visits.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on in.
Come on in.
I'm fine.
Come on.
Hi.
How you doing?
I'm good.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Dr. Williams to ICU.
Dr. Williams to ICU.
Dad.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Chance, how are you?
OK.
How's J.R.?
Hockey-wise, he's out for
the season, doctor's orders.
I'm going upstairs to set him
up in a substance rehab program.
You don't see him bothered?
Well, Chance, what you did qualifies
in J.R.'s contract as an act of God.
And since Mr. Glenn was
right there encouraging
him, he's got to make
good on that contract.
An act of God?
Well, the contract calls it an act of God.
I call it the strangest twist
of fate I have ever seen.
What about St. Martin?
Damned his name.
He was walking down the street,
was suddenly out of the blue.
A microwave hits him in the head.
He's lucky if he remembers my
name, never mind what I owe him.
It's the most amazing thing.
I've got to go talk to J.R.
Oh, yeah, yeah, he wants to talk to you.
[Music]
Hey.
Chance.
Sorry about your leg.
Maybe I wanted to get hit.
But it saved my life.
How does this affect your packaging?
Well, I won't be opening up
any shopping malls for a while.
You got a pen?
Hey, Chance.
Hey, how you doing?
They fired me.
I knew they would.
I don't feel so bad, though, that they
make up a microwave to deceptive me.
You didn't make any
more deliveries, did you?
Yeah, this one.
Well, this is yours.
Hey, thanks.
So what are you going to do now?
I think I'll lay low for a while.
See you around, Chance.
Hey, Leon.
Yeah.
What's your last name?
Laurie.
L-U-R-I-E.
Edgy.
Leon.
Laurie.
Now there's something
you don't see every day.
But next Friday... Chance?
It's going to take Chance
Harper... Everybody clear?
To the afterlife.
Mom?
Yes, dear?
There's going to be no way back.
Franklin Houston.
Isn't it beautiful?
Yeah.
Strange Luck, a brand
new episode next Friday.
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