INT. WELLS FARGO ARENA, PHILADELPHIA — NIGHT

Game 7, conference finals. Flyers up 3-2, 10 seconds left. The raucous crowd BELTS out the final ticks of the clock…

A rabid fan in the rafters, CHARLIE SULLIVAN (30s), short and bearded, grabs a mini bottle of rum from his torn tube sock and slugs it down. He sports a Flyers jersey with ROSKI on the back. In a Sharpie, an F is scrawled in front of ROSKI.

ROSKI, now playing for the Rangers, skates across center ice… weaves between two defenders. Three seconds left…

Dekes a shot, then dashes toward the goal… a Flyer HIP CHECKS Roski as he winds up for a shot- the clock reads 00:00

Fans ERUPT! On the ice, Roski writhes in pain- like he just got impaled by a rusty pitchfork. A whistle BLOWS. The ref calls for a penalty shot. Roski leaps to his feet, grinning.

Crowd SCREAMS bloody murder. Charlie THRUSTS both middle fingers at the ref. Next to him, VICTOR (30s), a dapper Black man wearing chic clothes, checks out the girls in the stands.

Tense silence. Roski’s at center ice. He takes the puck and glides towards the goal… fakes left, shoots right… GOAL!

Fans BOO. Charlie CHUCKS empty airline bottles of booze at the ref, one after another… ping. Text from KATE: ‘Pick me up a hoagie?’ Charlie groans, shutting off his phone.

Victor checks his cell: his bet on the Rangers still alive.

EXT/INT. BARS ACROSS PHILLY

… Entire city’s glued to the TV, awaiting overtime…

INT. WELLS FARGO ARENA — 15 MINUTES LATER

Overtime starts. Roski wins the faceoff… passes to his left wing, who dishes it back… Roski winds up for a slapshot…

And CRUSHES it, burying the puck in the back of the net. Noooo! Philly’s had heartbreaks before, but none like this.

Cups and cans and everything not glued down RAIN DOWN onto the ice. The refs and the Rangers scurry to the locker room. All but Roski, who soaks in the hate, flipping off the crowd.

Out of things to throw, Charlie yanks off a sneaker, but Victor stops him- chill, bro. Charlie heaves a heavy sigh.