Death Sentence

Okay, guys. Ready?

This is just what I wanted!

Yeah, you like it?

Is that the one? Good. Good. Merry Christmas.

Oh! The new hockey stick!

- Is it a good size? - It looks fiine to me.

Let me see that slap shot. Wait! Don't knock anything off the table!

I take it that that's a cut, or what?

I am the greatest. I am the greatest.

Uh!

Show me what ya got. Ho!

Ho! Hang on one sec.

Ready?

All right. Flip it up. Ooh!

You okay?

Oh. You okay?

Okay. You're on your own.

Oh, my gosh! Luke!

Oh, honey!

Whoa! Watch out for the tree though.

- Do a trick. - Do a trick.

- How proud are you of him? - Oh, my God. He's amazing.

Tell me the truth. Did Mommy do that painting for you?

Hey. Wow, look at that.

I just got one question. What the heck is it?

- It is abstract. - Sorry.

- When I get signed, I'll buy you a new house, okay? - What's wrong with this house?

Ready?

Oh, shit.

Okay, make a wish. Make a-

- So, how old are you, Mom? We werejust wondering. - How old am I?

You look gorgeous. You don't look a day over-

Just spit it out, Dad.

Brendan Hume, you'vejust won M. V.P. Our golden boy.

Number one! Number one. Number one.

- Let's get this baby lit. - Can I slap him? Will he wake up?

- No. No, no, no. - Please. He's gonna kill us.

- Here's a surprise! - Surprise!

- Happy birthday, Lukey! - Happy birthday, Lukey!

Fourteen.

It feels no different than yesterday when I was 13.

Do you want your 14 punches now or-

Uh, a little later, after I wake up.

Get off me! Aw, man! I almost had you.

Can you get me those faxes from London?

All right. Thanks.

Can I bother you?

You know, just when you think there's no order anywhere...

there's order lookin' right at you.

- Okay. - What do you need here?

Annie said I need you to approve this.

This guy worked here at Starfiish for six years...

but, uh, his wife's dead, no kids, no will.

I just wanna roll his pension back up into the fund and make it easy.

Come on. Don't make me fiile with the state.

We fiile with the state so that, one day, if somebody looks back at this guy's death...

he will see that we did our job.

You're right. We gotta cover our asses. I got it. Sorry.

No, no, no. No, we do our job...

and we do right by a guy who worked for us, lest he die in vain.

What's that "order in the universe" thing?

Well, you-Our insurer spent 300,000 bucks on this new model-

new fiield data, new society.

Who is the ideal employee? Who dies how and when?

They sent it over to show what a great job they're doin'.

And you know what it says?

It says that people with kids live longer than people with no kids.

People with two live longer than people with one.

Smoking is bad. Speeding is bad.

Deaths in the family are bad. Divorce is bad.

It's just kinda nice to see that all that junk is still true.

Brendan, you're such a kiss ass.

Hey.

God gave me the skills. I can't help it.

- Mom, I need to go kill myself. - Of course you do, Lukey.

- May I be excused? - No.

I've got a cretin for a brother.

I've got a no-dick for a brother.

Okay! You stop right now.

- You should know better. - What?

Let's be a family, shall we?

- Can I say no? - No.

I demand emancipation. I want a lawyer.

- Okay, I'm fiiling right-now. - I'm home.

Sorry I'm late. Did I miss dinner?

No, there's plenty. I'll heat something up for you.

Dad, I need a ride to the city on Saturday.

Mmm! The city?

Yeah. It's an exchange game. And, uh, fiirst line again.

- No kidding? That's fantastic. - Yeah.

- Waldron must love you. - Yeah, 'cause he's a kiss ass.

Well, good for him. We all goin'?

- No. Lukey's got soccer. - Yeah, but I'm not starting, so you can just-

Maybe you should just kiss some more ass... or just not suck so bad.

- I heard that could actually- - Hey, hey, hey. Huh?

Dad, I was just kidding. He was just being an idiot.

Don't call him an idiot. Lucas, you have a loyal and loving brother.

- I agree. - A loyal, loving kiss ass.

Look, can we just all please-

be civilized for once, before I kill somebody?

- Whatever, weasel. - Duh. "Whatever, weasel."

Luke, Luke, Luke. Plate.

- Come here, you little punk. - Ow! Get off me!

See what you miss when you don't come home?

Well, at least they're not throwing food.

You played a heck of a game, kid. I'm proud of you.

- Heck of a game. - Thank you.

Love the way you're handling the puck. Shit.

So, uh, some of the guys have been talkin' about maybe going to college in Canada.

Canada? Canada is far.

- You still have Lukey. - Ah, there's a comfort.

Oh, no. Come on. I'm kidding. You get to kid about your kids, or you lose your mind.

Look, you had a great game. You've had several great games, but-

Professional hockey? Is that what we're talking about here, Bren?

- I mean, maybe. I don't know. - That's a risky business.

And this is coming from your extensive professional sports background?

No. My extensive risk-assessment background, thank you very much.

Risks, liabilities-the stuff of life, Son.

No, that's the stuff of your life, Dad.

- Your thrilling life. - Hey, don't make fun of your father, you bum.

I'm the only one you get.

I guess we can talk to Coach Waldron...

- and we can research schools in Canada- - Okay.

And fiind somebody who can educate us on hockey versus law school.

- Dad, Dad. - What?

Educate us?

Look, I just wanna play some hockey.

Hey. Lights.

Dad. So, what do you say?

- L-I said we could look into it, all right? - Okay.

- Please don't tell your mother. - I would never.

Where the heck is the darn expressway?

Oh, great.

- Hey, where do you think you're goin'? - I need my fluids, Dad.

Oh, yeah. The obligatory slushee stop.

- They have 'em in there, right? - That or something worse for you.

- Do you have money? - Yeah.

- Well, quick in and out, 'cause we gotta get home. - All right.

Hey, honey, it's me. I just wanted to let you know...

that our son is going to Canada to play hockey.

He didn't want any kind of long, drawn-out good-bye, so I dropped him off at the airport.

He says he'll call, but-

Of course, we may never see our son again.

But as long as he's happy, right?

Okay.

- I love you, and we'll be home soon. - Bullshit, man!

Get the fuck down, or I'll blow your fuckin' head off!

Get the fuck down!

No! This is your man! This is your man!

He's goin'for his gun, Billy!

Come on, Bulldog!

Get this mother! Get your guy!

Do this, or you're not one of us! Do it!

Hey. You can do this.

Kill that motherfucker, Joey.

That's my boy.

- Let's go! Let's go! Give me the gun! - What aboutJoey?

Come on! Let's go!

Fuck!

Fuck you!

Motherfucker-

Brendan! Brendan!

Help! Help me!

Somebody help me!

Help!

Where's Joe?

He's a man now. He can take the subway.

Can we get some help? Could somebody help us, please?

- Please! He's been-He's hurting! - Doctor!

He was cut. Somebody cut him.

Get an airway open! Create an airway!

- He's my son. That's my son. - Maggie, get him. Get him.

- Brendan, we're in the hospital now. - Sir, you need to stay back here.

- We'll get Maggie to take care of you here. - They'll get you fiixed up now.

Sir, I'm sorry. You need to stay right here.

- Why can't- - The doctors need to do their job, sir.

- You need to stay back here. - I can't go in there?

I'm sorry.

Okay. Well, he'll be okay, right?

That's my-That's my-That's my son.

His name's Brendan.

Five.

Number Five.

That's Joe Darley.

He's... a kid.

He's a runt, almost 23.

And he's an animal.

They're supposed to have some kind of a, uh...

pretrial hearing tomorrow, and...

they want me to go and make a statement.

You wanna go with me?

You go.

Put that... animal in jail.

That's what the cops called him- animal.

Are you gonna take that off?

The school said they wanted to do a memorial.

At the next game, the team wanted to do something.

That's nice of them.

He would have liked-

Today's easy. I need you to sit there, put the fear of God in this guy.