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PPP After Dark: Stanley Cup Final Game II - The Wrath of Kessel

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"Ah, Pavelski, my old you know the Kings' proverb that revenge is a dish best served cold? It is very cold on the ice."

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8:00PM EDT

CROSBY: You still remember, Captain. I cannot help but be touched. I, of course, remember you.
PAVELSKI: What is the meaning of this attack? Where is the crew of the Lightning?
CROSBY: Surely I have made my meaning plain. I mean to avenge myself upon you, Captain. I've deprived your team of chicken and pasta, and when I swing round, I mean to deprive you of your playoffs. But I wanted you to know first who it was who had beaten you.
PAVELSKI: Crosby, ...if it's me you want, I'll have myself traded. Spare my team!
CROSBY: I make you a counter-proposal; I will agree to your terms, ...if, ...if in addition to yourself, you hand over to me all data and material regarding the project called ... Auston Matthews.
PAVELSKI: Auston Matthews, what's that?
CROSBY: Don't insult my intelligence, Pavelski.
PAVELSKI: Give me some time to recall the data from our scouts' computers.
CROSBY: I give you sixty seconds, Captain.

PAVELSKI: Clear the locker room.

THORNTON: At least we know he doesn't have Matthews.
PAVELSKI: Keep nodding as though I'm still giving orders.
Mister Reimer, punch up the analytics of the Penguins power play.
REIMER: The Penguins' power play...
THORNTON: Their zone entries?
PAVELSKI: It's all we've got.
REIMER: The chart's up, sir.

CROSBY: Captain!
PAVELSKI: We're finding it.
CROSBY: Captain!
PAVELSKI: Please, please ... give us time, ...the locker room is smashed, computers inoperative.
CROSBY: Time is a luxury you don't have, Captain.
PAVELSKI: Damn! (puts on glasses)
CROSBY: Captain!
PAVELSKI: It's coming through now, Crosby.

THORNTON: The Penguins zone entry number is one six three zero nine.
REIMER: I don't understand how sensitive controls could be encrypted with only a five digit number.
PAVELSKI: You have to learn why things work in the NHL.
THORNTON: We can't count very high.
PAVELSKI: Which prevents an enemy team from doing we're attempting. Using our time out to order the Penguins to pull their goalies.
THORNTON: Assuming he hasn't changed the combination. He's quite intelligent.

PAVELSKI: Crosby, how do I know you'll keep your word?
CROSBY: Oh, I've given you no word to keep, Captain. In my judgment, you simply have no alternative.
PAVELSKI: I see your point. Stand by to receive our transmission.

PAVELSKI: Mister Marleau, lock pucks on target and await my command.
MARLEAU: Pucks locked.

CROSBY: Time's up, Captain.
PAVELSKI: Here it comes.
Now, Mister Thornton.

[Penguins locker room]
MALKIN: Sir! Our MAF is going to the bench!
CROSBY: Send him back.
MALKIN: I can't!
CROSBY: Where's Murray? MURRAY?

[Sharks locker room]

[Penguins locker room is exploding and on fire]
CROSBY: Shoot back! Shoot!
MALKIN: We can't shoot, sir!
CROSBY: Why can't you?
MALKIN: They've damaged the Bonino-control and the Kessel run. We must withdraw.
MALKIN: We must!