-You really should be setting a example, Ray.
I mean, you stand for the rule of law, and--
There! You just did it again!
-Did what?
-You know perfectly well what.
-No, I don't.
-You just made a turn without indicating.
-I wouldn't do that.
-You just did.
-You're seeing things!
-I'm not seeing things, Ray!
You made a left hand turn at that intersection and you didn't use your--
There! You just did it again!
-Did what?
-You know, perhaps I'm reading too much into matters,
but it would appear that you're doing this on purpose.
-Ah, it really annoys you, doesn't it?
-I just don't think it's very safe.
-Hey, hey hey hey!
He's slobbering all over the upholstery!
I just got this car!
What are you, safety dog?
-It's not your driving habits, Ray. Look, look!
-What is it? A crime going down?
Dispatch. This is Detective Vecchio--
-Mark Smithbauer.
-You want me to report a hockey player?
-Well, he's a very big fan.
-Yeah well what does he want, his autograph?
-It'll just take a little while.
You stay here, I'll get it for you.
He'd only embarrass himself.
-You gotta be kidding me.
Just a radio check, dispatch.
I'm guessing you two don't meet a lot of celebrities.
-Well, we were inspected by the Assistant to the Deputy Commissioner of the RCMP once.
-Oh that must have been pretty special.
I meet celebrities everyday, and you can't make a big deal of it.
-Really? Like who?
-Plenty of celebrities. Big celebrities.
Lou Ferrigno for one.
Point is that they are people just like you and me,
only they're a lot richer, nastier and more obnoxious.
Hey, not Lou. He's a prince, but the others...
-Well, people like to talk about famous people, Ray, and it's not always good.
-Well, it's not always wrong.
-I'll just be a minute.
-All right. Don't make a big deal out of it.
-Everybody down! On the floor!
Come on! On the floor!
-This isn't worth it, son.
Before you continue, I suggest you consider the consequences.
You see, Ray?
Sometimes if you just--
-Hey, Mark, it's okay--
-What a jerk, man. Now I'm going to run him down and bust him.
-No.
-Why? Because he's a hockey star?
-No. Because he was my best friend.
-Ray, that was a stop sign.
-I stopped.
-Thank you.
You know, he probably assumed that I was an accomplice.
-You're making a lot of excuses for this guy, Benny.
-No, I'm not!
I'm just giving him the benefit of the doubt. There is a difference.
-What he doesn't need is more benefits.
You know what a place like this costs?
-This guy must be pulling down seven figures
for playing one of the stupidest sports ever invented.
Every time I pick up the paper he's whining about his knee,
complaining about this, moaning about that.
-Hockey is a very demanding sport, Ray.
-Oh, give me a break!
I was just being polite calling it a sport.
You know what hockey's like?
Hockey is like figure skating with clubs.
Hey, you want an autograph, shut your yap.
-So we have a masked male of indeterminate height and weight carrying a big gun.
Shouldn't be too hard to crack this one.
-The guy was trying to kill me.
-Mm, so you said.
-I was two blocks from a police station!
Are you people so incompetent you can't even police two blocks?
-The man called us incompetent, Huey.
-Yes, he did, Louis.
-You want to know a fact?
Every time I take a slap shot,
I put more money into this economy than you will earn in your lifetimes, okay?
You think this city can afford to let something happen to me?
What I think is you oughta make sure this doesn't happen again.
-Excuse me.
-Who the hell are you?
-Dawn Charest, media relations for Mr. Smithbauer. I just need to take a second.
Shut your mouth!
-Someone's trying to kill me and they send these two morons.
-I don't care if they're Chip and Dale.
You let me talk to them.
That is my job unless of course you want to completely ruin your career.
-I didn't know you were covering liquor store jobs now, Louie,
I thought that would be beneath you.
-Lot of things are beneath me, Vecchio. Talking to you is right at the bottom.
-The man called in an attempted murder.
-The man has a serious ego problem.
-No one tried to kill this guy?
-Mr. Smithbauer stopped a armed robbery, that's all.
He appreciates your concern but doesn't want this to turn into a media circus.
-Excuse me.
-He appreciates our concern. Does he also appreciate wasting our time?
-Hi.
-What happened?
-Oh, you mean, uh... Well, you hit me with a bottle.
-I hit a cop
-Oh, actually I'm not a police officer in this--
-You're not a cop?
This is my problem, right here. I have no security!
-Yeah, and I'll bet he doesn't have a lot of friends either.
-I'm a friend of Detective Vecchio's.
-Yeah, right, okay, fine.
Uh, whatever you need. Who's it to?
-Uh, Diefenbaker.
-Nothing like old friends, huh, Fraser?
Good to know that no matter how many years apart,
you can still get an eight by ten glossy out of him.
-Well it's been a long time, Ray.
There's no reason to assume he'd remember me.
-Eh, more excuses.
-He's my friend, Ray.
-After further consideration I changed my mind, sir, I do not believe it was a robbery.
-Liquor store, mask, gun. You think we're jumping to conclusions, do you?
-Uh, yes, sir, I do.
I, uh, the gunman, sir, he was wearing a cashmere jacket and he was driving a black Cadillac.
These are kinda expensive things for a two-bit hood. Would you not say so, sir?
-Detective, I'm surprised you haven't picked up on that little-known fact about thieves.
They usually don't pay for things.
-Yeah, that's exactly what I said to him, sir.
-Who?
-Uh, nobody, sir.
-This wouldn't have anything to do with the Mountie, would it?
I mean, I think we're perfectly capable of finding enough crime in Chicago without his help.
Wouldn't you agree?
-Uh, yes sir. I totally agree. The Mountie has nothing to do with this, sir.
Apparently something was open, sir.
-That would be anything in particular?
-Ah yes sir-ererrrreeee-it was, uh the cash register, sir.
He, uh, apparently it was open, sir.
He-he made no attempt to go for it, which means, you know, how could he,
you know, have, uh, been there to, you know...
-That would be the register with all the well-armed people around it.
-Yeah, that would be the one, sir.
-Detective, I think we need to have a discussion.
-Oh, uh, I-I thought we were, sir.
-In private
-Excuse me. Could you tell us where we might find Mark Smithbauer?
-You see a Winnebago around here that looks like most single family dwellings?
-Henderson, didn't you test these sticks?
-I'm afraid they can't offer you police protection.
-So what's the deal? They send a Mountie to guard a national treasure?
-I'm sorry, no.
-Like that somehow surprises me.
Anything else?
-You don't remember me, do you?
-Diefenbaker, right?
-Uh, no, that's my wolf.
-Hey look, I'm sorry I meet a lot of people.
-I understand.
-So where'd we meet?
-Inuvik.
-Ah, you gotta be wrong. I haven't been there since... I don't know how old I was.
-Thirteen. We used to play hockey on the pond behind your dad's barn.
-No kidding, huh?
-Mm-hmm. Everyday after school, and you'd never let anybody leave.
As a matter of fact, when it got dark, you'd pull out your dad's tractor and turn on the lights
and we stayed there 'til...'til somebody's folks showed up, made us go home, do our homework.
Usually it was my grandmother.
-You think I'd remember something like that, eh?
-Well, you've traveled a long way since then.
Oh, uh, I owe you five dollars.
-What?
-When we were thirteen we made a bet.
Who would get his face on a rookie card first.
I've been wanting to give this to you for a long time.
-That's the only dream I ever had, eh?
When my rookie card came out. I went and brought a dozen.
Yeah. First and last ones I ever had.
-They're worth a lot of money now.
-They were when I sold them.
Hey listen, uh, you want to do some moonlighting?
-I'm sorry?
-I need a bodyguard. Maybe you can use the extra money. Twenty-five bucks an hour?
-Oh, I'm sorry, I-I-I--
-Make it thirty.
-Hey who wants to play some hockey, eh?
-So, he want you to be his bodyguard, huh?
-I believe so, yes.
-Take the money, he loves to spend it.
-He also seems very generous with his time. It must be a real thrill for these kids.
-I'm sure it's just a happy coincidence
that every major newspaper in the city is here covering his altruism.
-We're a man short.
-Hey, give Barney a pair of skates there.
-Oh, no-no-no. Actually, I haven't played hockey since I was...
-Right here in the Winnebago.
-It's all right, Dief.
-Dawn, do you think you can make him come a little closer?
-Mark!
Stay in front, Mark!
-I'm open, Mark! Mark!
Over here! I'm open!
Over here! Mark!
I´am open! Mark!
-That's it Mark.
-Hey Mark, where you going?
-Game's over, kids.
You had quite a game going, Mark. Seems a shame to cut it short.
They can play without me.
-But they're here because of you.
-Thousands of kids play hockey in this city. These ones have had their thrill.
See Dawn. She'll make sure you get paid.
-And that's just from today. So you're a friend of Mark's, huh?
-Yes, ma'am.
-You know, it simply doesn't make any sense for someone to want to hurt Mark.
I mean he's a hero.
One of the few this country has left,
and I work too damn hard and get paid too damn well to make sure he stays that way.
Have you ever done any product endorsements?
-Not that I'm aware of, no.
-Has anyone ever told you that you have phenomenal bone structure?
-Yes, a starving Inuit.
Miss Charest, if nobody intends to hurt Mark, then I'm quite probably wasting my time.
-It's his money to waste.
-Oh, I have no intention of taking his money.
-You don't have a bad side.
Sign with me and I'll make you a very rich man.
-Ma'am, if there is someone out there who means to harm Mark,
then as you say, we may lose a hero, and I don't think we can afford that.
-You're serious.
-Yes.
-I don't want any police involvement.
-If there has been a threat to Mark, then the authorities should be alerted.
-No. If I give you this, it goes no further.
News of one nutcase can cost a guy like Mark a fortune in endorsements.
Those are my terms, Constable.
-All right.
-I figured it was just some kook. Nothing dangerous, right?
-Thank you, ma'am.
-Uh, one more thing. My card.
I really could do wonderful things with you.
-Well yes, it was off the record, but I thought you'd be concerned.
-I never get unofficially concerned.
-What I was hoping is that your forensic people could check the letters out--
-What's the matter, haven't you tasted everything yet?
-Ray, the writer of this letter keeps referring to something that hurt the sport.
-Yeah, look, I got a ton of work. Forensics has got a ton of work. Go do something else.
-I understand, Ray.
-What?
-These kind of letters are usually solo efforts but this writer keeps saying 'we saw it.'
-Look, everybody in Chicago sees every move this guy makes, all right?
Half of his life has been televised.
-That's it.
Thank you, Ray.
-Hey Benny.
-Lucky for you I kept all these games, huh?
-Yeah, real lucky.
-Excuse me, ma'am. I got a note that the Mountie...
Hey, Benny.
-Come on in, Detective.
-Yeah, how you doing?
-Well, twelve straight hours of hockey seems like a bit much even for you, Fraser.
-Fourteen.
-Yeah, while you guys've been wasting your time here,
I've been down at the forensics lab wasting mine.
-No prints?
-Too many. A dozen or so postal workers and four or five people down at Smithbauer's PR office.
-Shoot, you jerk!
-The guy can't hear ya. The game was played over two weeks ago.
-Your friend know nothing about hockey?
-Smithbauer has it again. Through the goal screen!
-Ah jeez, he should have shot.
-He loses possession in back of the net, and New York is able to take the puck...
...and two minutes to go in regulation. This game's tied up at two.
Smithbauer, right wing side... over the blue line - lines up!
And that puck goes nowhere. New York able to clear it out of the center.
Oh, Mark, there's no place for those kind of childish antics in this game.
-So we solve the case?
-Maybe.
Thank you, Mr. Brewer.
-Schaffer into the blue line and inside the zone. Schaffer....... and he scores!
-Sixteen thousand fans screaming in unified hatred against one man
and you think you heard what one of 'em said?
-No, I think I saw what one of 'em said.
-Oh, like that's easier.
-I suppose not.
-All right, we'll take the tape down to the lab, those tech nerds can do unbelievable things.
You point to the seat and they'll cut out every other voice in the arena.
Fraser!
-Up here, Ray.
-I thought you read lips.
-Oh! Not like she can! Grace loves the opera but she can't afford to sit close.
-Yeah, but she's deaf.
-Well, that doesn't mean she can't enjoy good music.
-Really? Oh, I thought it did.
-Looks like "You hurt Mike somebody". It´s tough to make out.
-...childish antics to this game.
-No-no, it's, uh, "You hurt my kid."
-Thank you.
-Yes, Thank you very much.
-"You're friend is an idiot!"
-No, not once you get to know him.
-So great, we got our man. Now all we got to do is I.D. him.
I'm gonna to take this video down to the lab and they're gonna...
Fraser!
-This way.
That's it.
-"Blowup." 1966. Antonioni.
-I loved that movie. Travolta, right?
-No that was "Blow Out."
"Blowup" is this great movie about a photographer who accidentally takes a picture of a murder.
But he's not exactly sure of what he has, right?
So he blows up the photo to figure out what's going on.
It's a great movie. I have no idea what the Yardbirds are doing in it, though.
-Would you be able to do that for us?
-Sure, yeah, but it's not going to do you any good.
Excuse me for a second.
Sir, you, uh, don't want to rent this film. The director didn't even get a cut.
Now uh, Antonioni was working with film. You guys are stuck with tape.
Seven hundred and twenty pixels across and if you have fifty people to the screen,
that's fourteen pixels per face which means you're looking at, like, two pixels per nose
and no matter how much I blow up the image, each nose is going to look like uh, two little dots.
It's going to be pretty hard to distinguish between noses if they look like two little dots.
-All I need to know is how far his seat is from the aisle.
-That I can do.
-Elaine, section C, Row 12, seat 7. I need to know if it's owned by a season ticket holder.
-Police!
-Let me see your badge!
Hello?
-Hello, son. Is your father home?
-Do you know where he is?
-He said he had something for Mark.
-This building is designed for quality sight line, sixteen thousand perfect shots.
-You get the players out of the line of fire, I'll search the building.
-I'm sorry for the inconvenience
but you'll be back on the ice as soon as we get the necessary security measures in place.
-What's going on?
-I'll be right with you.
-He's all right.
-He's not upstairs. But the security door appears to be tampered with.
-Not too smart using a stick to attack a player in full gear.
-I wasn't attacking him!
-Yeah and I'm not arresting you either.
-Look I just wanted to put it in his face! He can't do that and get away with it.
-Do I look like I'm interested? You have the right to remain silent. Why don't you use it?
-Where's the stick? See for yourself.
I mean it was scored, right where he broke it. In a straight line.
I mean, why do you think he threw it away?
-So did you get the guy?
-Yes. The stick he attacked you with...
-It was right here.
Did you see it?
Maybe someone picked it up. I'll ask around, eh?
-His son was hit by a broken stick you threw at him.
-Really? Why didn't somebody say something?
-I think he tried. He also said you cut your own stick.
-Why the hell would I do that?
-I don't know.
-Hey, sticks break everyday and in every way you can imagine, okay?
I'm sorry about his kid. I would have sent him a jersey or something, but the guy is a wacko.
He comes at me with a stick and I'm suppose to, like, take him seriously?
-Mark--
-Are you saying you believe this guy? Is that what you're saying, huh?
You're not being paid to care about nuts.
You're suppose to be watching after me -- where the hell were you, anyway?
-I think you're laboring under a misapprehension.
I'm not taking your money. I'm doing this as a friend.
-Friends, I got plenty of, okay?
I got people I shook hands with once and all of a sudden I'm their best buddy.
I don't need any more friends, I need someone I can count on. I need a bodyguard!
Now if you can do this job, then just do it and shut up, okay?
-I'm afraid I can't do that.
-Yeah, well, that's what I figured, pal.
-Well if he's the man you're worried about, then you don't really need me, do you?
-You saw what happened to the car. How the hell do you explain that?
-Oh, you wanna report an accident. Well, that's downstairs. This is major crimes.
-He came right at me!
-Look, we arrested the guy with the stick. Guess what?
He was in jail when this happened.
-Then it's obviously somebody else, isn't it?
-Yeah, well if we arrested everybody who hated you,
we'd pretty much have to shut down this city.
-It's your job to protect me.
-Well, we seem to have a difference of opinion.
Watch this closely. Case is open, case closed. Want to see in slow motion?
-You know, if this was anyone else on the team, you'd be on them around the clock.
-Ironic, isn't it?
-Three days after the robbery I had Mulet cornered near the base of Copper Canyon.
Mulet wasn't a strong man but he didn't have to be.
He had a gun. And I'd lost mine while falling 50 feet down the canyon walls.
To be a free man, Mulet only had to do one thing: kill me.
They say that every man has a price at which he'll do anything.
I'd like to think it's the other way around.
Every man has a line -- a line he won't cross over, no matter what the cost.
The only problem was, I didn't know exactly where Mulet's line was, and neither did he.
-Hello Ben.
You live like this?
Somebody's still after me.
-You should go to the police.
-Yeah, I did. They're not big fans of mine.
-You don't seem to engender friendship, do you?
-Well, in my experience,
friends stayed around only long enough to see you get what they think you deserve.
-Maybe so.
-I need your help.
-I really can't help you.
-Looks like I'm not the only one who's changed, eh?
-Unless you tell me the truth.
-I don't know what's going on. I really don't know.
Okay-okay. It was a couple weeks ago.
I was approached by two men who wanted me to throw a game.
They wouldn't take no for an answer. They've been after me ever since.
-The February 26th game?
-Yeah.
-I watched the tape. You know, you had a better shot when you were 13.
-Oh, I'm 34 now, okay? I'm slowing down.
My shot's starting to go.
I've blown my knee out so many times I can hardly walk without a brace.
Next time it'll probably be the last time.
-Some people might consider that to be strong motivation to take the money.
-Did you watch the end of the tape?
You watch the last four seconds?
I scored the winner unassisted.
That's not too smart of a thing to do if I'm trying to throw a game, is it?
-I think you should stay here tonight.
-Here?
-So, how's your dad?
-Oh he's great. I bought him a house up there at Silver Lake.
I go home every Christmas unless I got a game.
Can you make him stop staring at me?
-No, I'm afraid that's impossible.
-I was sorry about your father.
-You heard about that?
-Yeah.
You remember Henry Duckett?
-Yeah.
-He dropped by when I first got into town, he couldn't wait to talk about old times.
-I thought I heard he was in prison.
-Yeah. Real-estate fraud. I was just one of a long list of friends.
You know what I miss?
-What?
-Looking for a puck in a snowbank.
-You could drive it 8 feet in.
-Well, that was packing snow, too.
-You know, I used to think you'd miss the net on purpose
just to see how far you could drive it into the bank.
-You know when you came by, I remembered you, you know that.
-I know.
-Hey.
You're too much.
I can't sleep.
-What is it?
-It's seven p.m.
-Hey come on, get on the ice! I found some extra skates. Don't you want to play?
-No, thanks anyway. I'm still a little sore from the last time.
-Turk Broda, big time bookie. Matches description, same with the car.
What, do you really believe his story?
-Of course.
-Nah. Something's not right here, Fraser.
Once Smithbauer told Broda that he wasn't going to take the money,
Broda wouldn't have bet on the game. Either someone else is after him...
-Or?
-Or he took the money.
-No, you're wrong, Ray. I know this man.
-You knew this man. People change, Fraser.
-Not who they are.
-Lot's of things change people.
Success, money, the city.
When did you last see him?
-We were 13.
-Puberty changes people.
-You don't know this man, Ray.
Hockey's all he ever wanted. He'd never cross that line.
-All right.
-Where's Broda?
-Unless you got a warrant, Detective,
which I sincerely doubt, I would appreciate it if you'd leave my establishment.
You're scaring the patrons.
-Yeah, they look petrified.
-Forget it, Smiley.
-Let him keep it. He ain't gonna do anything stupid in here.
So talk.
-What happened? You get cleaned out already?
-Oh no-no, I never gamble, Detective Vecchio.
Now what can I do for you?
-Mark Smithbauer. Leave him alone.
-Why would I be interested in some hockey player?
-You're not going to force him to do anything.
-Look around here, Detective, you see anybody tied to their chair?
Nobody makes anybody do business with me.
-You're telling me you're in business with Mark Smithbauer?
-Detective, people play poker in my establishments.
I'm not greedy, I just take my share of the pots.
Someone bets on the home team, hey, I lay off on the visitors.
Why would I do anything else?
-Maybe you own the game.
-That's not a smart thing to do. Too many things can go wrong.
Found out that people can be very unpredictable.
-Let me give you fair warning.
The Mountie's watching Smithbauer and I'm watching you.
-Oh! I see. Now you're scaring me, too.
Now if you'll kindly excuse me, I have some business to attend to.
-Hello?
-Yeah, they're coming out now.
-Thank you.
You fix the car?
-Check. -Okay.
-You remember that? Four miles through blizzards to the rink, four miles back home.
-Uphill both ways.
-Let's walk, okay?
Hey, we're going to walk, okay?
-It's twenty below!
-Ah, he sounds like your grandmother, this guy, eh?
Hey! Hey!
What-huh? You don't have a chance my friend.
Hey, hey!
-Controlled skid.
Want a ride? Hop in the back.
-Uh, no thanks, Ray, it's probably safer on foot.
-Ya got a minute? I need to discuss some business with you.
-Yeah, I'll be up ahead.
-Spoke to the Turk.
-Really?
-Look, he told me...
I don't think I scared him off.
-Well I appreciate the attempt. Although I do question the legality of it.
-Look Fraser, you remember what I told you what the city does to people.
-What is it, Ray?
-It's nothing.
I'm just gonna keep an eye on him, all right?
-Thanks.
-Hey, Benny.
Be careful.
-I will.
-Damn!
-Brand new paint job, wax and detail. You have any idea what windows for a Buick Riviera cost?!
-Thought you went home.
-Oh, you're welcome!
-Give me your jersey.
-What's going on?
-They'll assume that I'm you.
-You can't out-skate a car.
-You sure as hell can't out-skate a bullet.
-My problem, okay?
-Your knee. You're not wearing your brace.
-Yeah, I just wear it for sympathy anyway.
-Forget it. I always was faster than you.
-At what?
-Lacing.
-Okay, I'm going to stay here, cause I can't skate at all.
Okay, I'll cover.
Go-go-go-go!
-No place for that in the game.
-Shots fired, 25th and Walnut. Officer needs assistance.
-Stay with me, big guy.
If we were basketball players, we'd be dead.
-Officer in pursuit of black Cadillac in pursuit of two guys on ice skates.
Why is that so hard to believe?
-Ow! Oooh oooh.
-You all right?
-My knee. Ahhh.
Go on, go on, get out of here.
You can't out-skate them carrying me, go. Come on, go.
-You're right.
-What?
-Whoa!!
-Oh dear.
Nice shot.
-Thanks.
-Over the blue line. Lines up. That puck goes nowhere.
New York able to clear it out of the center...
-Do you want me to skip ahead to Mark's goal?
-No, thank you. Actually could you, uh, back it up a little bit?
There.
-New York looking to apply pressure. Getting the puck in the Chicago zone.
That's Ketner in the right wing. Looks for Scott in front but it rolls into the goal crease.
That will be held by Chicago for a face off. Coming up to left of their goal.
Both teams have played very tightly this hockey game.
-Good evening, Diefenbaker.
-He's relentless, isn't he?
-Unfortunately, yes.
-I just came by to thank a friend.
-You're welcome.
You took the money from Broda, didn't you?
-How can you say that? You saw the tape. I scored the winner.
What are you talking about?!
I needed the cash badly.
I didn't think it mattered.
I didn't think anything mattered anymore.
And for 59 minutes I did exactly what they wanted.
And then the crowd started counting down the seconds.
I was back on that pond...
and nothing in my whole life mattered more than those last 9 seconds.
It didn't seem to make much difference when I told them they could keep the money.
You gonna turn me in?
-Well, unless Broda testifies against himself,
then there's no evidence of a conspiracy, so...
...no.
-Look, the guy had it all and he flushed it all away. He deserves what he got.
-Lifetime suspension? You kidding?
This is a sport where you get a couple of games for trying to take a guy's head off.
-Please. You feel bad for the guy?
-Nah, nah, nah, he's a jerk.
-Let it go, Fraser. People like to talk about celebrities.
-They're not always wrong.
-Hello, Mark.
-Hi, Ben.
-I'm sorry it had to turn out this way.
-Yeah. This is the only way it coulda turned out.
-I brought you something.
-My entire career in cards.
That must have set you back a few bucks, eh?
-Three dollars and fifty cents.
Canadian.
I got them as they came out.
Seeing your face on them made me, uh,
made me feel proud.
-I can't take these, eh?
-Well, I'm still proud.
Besides, I've got another whole set of them back home.
-Hey.
Thanks.
-What are you gonna do?
-I don't know.
-Hey if I can find those pucks, can I keep half?
-You can't find em!
-Sure, I can.
-No you can't, cause I won't let you.
I'm gonna find each and everyone of 'em, and then you can have them all.
There's one.
Want me to autograph it for you?
-Are you somebody?
-Nah.
You want to play a little?
-It's kind of dark, isn't it?
-Okay, Ray!
-Did you know there are 38 outdoor ponds in downtown Chicago?
-I was wondering what took ya. All right, Canadians against the Americans, eh?
-You two Canadians?
-Yep.
-That's no fair!
-He's right.
You can have him. He's from the United States.
-Okay, but we get two goals.
-How about we give you three, eh? Hee hee!
-As I walked him out of the canyon, Mulet hadn't a thing to say.
He almost seemed surprised that he hadn't shot me.
It's funny.
Some men don't know where their line is
until they're committed to crossing it, and then it's usually too late.