Across the Line

Announcer 1: This kid's not Crosby.

Fletcher, well maybe.

Announcer 2: Fletcher?

As in Stevie Fletcher?

You're showing your age now.

Come on. Get real.

Announcer 1: I feel like I'm the only one who's being real at this point.

Announcer 2: Have you seen the Slaughter kid skate though?

Announcer 1: We have a station hockey team.

You've seen me skate. I can skate.

This kid plays hockey like he's in the NBA.

He doesn't even see the ice!

Announcer 2: Yeah, but he scores goals.

That's what you do in hockey.

Announcer 1: He misses opportunities with his teammates.

He showboats. He floats sometimes.

If I were his coach, you know what? I'd scratch the guy.

Announcer 2: You were his coach? Oh man. Come on.

Scratch the number one player?

Now you're just being cranky.

Announcer 1: Look, the only reason anyone's even pushing this kid

is because he's from a tough neighbourhood, North Preston.

Announcer 2: Yeah. First black Nova Scotian to make it to the NHL.

Look, you gotta admit.

That's a Cinderella story right there.

Announcer 1: Yeah. It's a fairytale.

That's the right word.

Fairytale.

Radio Commentator: A 9-year-old metro girl has a new lease on life

thanks to surgery at the Hospital for Sick Children.

Tracey Hooper was given...

Velma: Mattie! Carter! Breakfast!

You know they're ripping us off, right?

I mean there is no way that bill was $450.

Ancel: I'm-I'm gonna talk to 'em.

Mm hmm.

Mattie: Morning Mama.

Ah good morning baby.

Thank you.

Morning Dad.

Mattie.

The guys down at the cement company keep asking

when you're gonna come down to the office

and sign some of your Junior A cards.

Whenever you want, Dad.

Now let's see if he comes correct

over the next quote on cement.

Velma: Ah shit!

I got it.

How many inches in five square feet?

Carter: 720.

Ancel: Thank you, Carter.

See boy?

Come work for me.

Slaughter and Son.

Your brains, my skills?

We'll make a killing.

Yeah. I'm out.

Velma: Where you going?

Mattie, come here.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Carter: Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mattie: Oh okay.

So this is what you're pushing.

Carter: Yeah.

That guy give it to you?

Teddy?

Mattie: Uh huh.

Carter: Yeah he just let me hold it for a bit.

Well Christ, she sharp, ain't it?

Mattie: Yeah. I can't even lie.

It's pretty sweet.

For a pimp car.

Get in.

So that white man's promising you the world, eh?

I haven't even signed the contracts yet

and already he's got a scout lined up to see me.

Yeah he's just drooling about that money

he goin' make off ya, boy.

Yeah. You know what they say, he's the best.

Yeah. Bullshitter.

Maybe.

But yeah, Mom and Dad, they happy.

You know, Dad's running around town

bragging about you and shit.

Hey. That's my boy.

Who?

You know, Mattie Slaughter.

Maybe he's got a right.

Carter: Yeah.

What? You got a new phone?

Uh business line.

Teddy! What's up?

What you saying?

Carter: Got ya.

What's up man? You good?

Carter: Yeah man. I'm good.

Listen to this.

Carter: Yeah! There we go. You good?

I'm good.

Carter: All right. Let's go.

Carter: Yo Holmes, to Bel Air.

Carter: This place never gonna change, boy.

Mattie: It's high school for you.

Carter: Yeah.

Mm. Mm mm.

Look at all that sweetness.

Oh you like that, huh?

Oh I love it.

- Hey. - Hey.

Carter: Jayme Crawley.

What are you dressed like that for girl?

It's asshole repellent.

She got you.

Yo fuck you.

Oh you wish.

Are we still on for lunch today?

Will you get the work done?

I'll see you at lunch.

Man, that girl is a super freak bro.

Skoo!

Choose that boy.

Man C, I gotta go.

Carter: All right. All right later.

Mattie: You gonna pick me up from the rink later?

Carter: Don't know. Mm. What you saying?

Class Video Voice-Over: ...special telescopes to see things that human eyes can't.

For this picture, three telescopes were used

and each picked up a different type of light.

The guy at Tattoo Village said he'd do us two for one.

I bet he did.

I'm not gonna get inked by some rando dude.

My Dad would torch his shit.

Class Video Voice-Over: X-rays have a lot of energy

so when we look at the universe in x-ray light,

we see some of the hottest gas

and the most powerful explosions.

Infa-red light is given off by much cooler objects

than the stars.

So what's X?

Come on Jayme. You know this.

We went over this the other day.

Jayme: I know. Just give me a second.

If I didn't need math to graduate,

I'd be telling algebra to kiss my ass!

Okay. Here.

Jayme.

Hey. Um Mattie just...

we're just going over some algebra.

Right. Are we gonna do this?

Dude. Relax.

Uh I'm sorry. I gotta go.

Are you still coming to my home tonight?

Yeah.

Jayme: Later gator.

Here. Don't lose this one.

Jayme: I won't.

Dwight: All the white ministers got like three baby mammas

so I told my ma hey, I'm gonna start going to a white church.

I'm serious. Don't gotta dress up.

Don't gotta listen to no T.D. Jakes wannabe

put your business on the street.

You in and out in like thirty minutes and they feed you.

Mattie: Feed you?

Yeah. You know them little wafers and the juice?

All right.

What are you gonna do about the music though?

I say we bring them some up home music, you know?

Show 'em how we do.

Dwight: You forget how to walk?

You were in my way.

John: Just leave it, man.

No, no, no, no. You were in my fucking way.

Dwight, let's get out of here man.

Dwight: Who the fuck you talking to man?

Todd: Hey. I'm going about my business

all of a sudden this little fucking monkey

comes out of nowhere.

Dwight: Hey. Say that shit again.

John: Todd, back up, man.

Dwight: Say that shit again, huh?

Todd: You heard what I said.

Dwight: I'm gonna fuck you up son.