The clouds part on the no trade clause, a sliver of sunlight peeks through. But then…
Bobby Kaberle: Skip, we're gonna make it before the trading window closes.
Captain Billy Burke: She's not gonna let us out.
BK: No.
BB: Come on, you bitch!
BK: Come on!
BB: Come on!
BK: How do we do this, skip?
BB: No school for it. Never was.
BK: Skip, we made the right call.
BB: We had to try.
BK: We were so close.
BB: It was a hell of a fight, though, huh?
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