All language subtitles for The.Winning.Team(Amzn).1952.WEBRip.1080p.DD1.0.x264.eng

It's 12:00.
Let's call it a day.

Did you hear me,
Grover Cleveland Alexander?

I'll be right down.

(Ringing)

Woman: Number, please.

Hello, miss Elsie.

Would you please ring
3-1-j at Elba?

Oh, how are you, Grover?

Fine, miss Elsie.

I'm ringing Aimee for you.

(Telephone rings)

I'll get it, father.

Hello.

Woman: Hello, Aimee?
Grover's calling.

Grover: Hello, Aimee.

Hello, Grover. Are you
through for the day?

Yep.

Well, now, don't forget
you're supposed to meet me.

And make it the Crandall place

instead of in town.

The Crandall place?
Why there?

Don't start asking
questions, Grover.

You just be there.

How long will it take you?

Well, we're about halfway out
the central city road.

I can make it by 2:00, I think.

Say, don't forget, Ma's
expecting you and your pa

over to our house
for supper tonight.

Oh, we haven't forgotten.

Now hurry up, dear.

I will, Aimee.

Good-bye, Grover.
Good-bye, miss Elsie.

Good-bye, Aimee.
Good-bye, miss Elsie.

Bye, Grover. Bye, Aimee.

Good-bye, miss Elsie.

Father, won't he be surprised?

Yeah. I only hope
I'm doing the right thing.

I ought to take
all those calls to Aimee

out of your pay.

Have to test
the circuits, don't I?

When are you and her
going to get married?

Soon as I can save enough
for a place of our own.

I've got a farm picked out now.

You can't play catch and plow
at the same time, boy.

I got a picture of you
being a farmer.

Is that so?

Me and Aimee's
going to make a deposit

on the Crandall place,

get the bank to hold it

until I can raise the rest
of the down payment.

You'll see.
I'm the best farmer

ever worked
for the phone company.

Man: Get up, baby.

Hey, that fella going to a fire?

Whoa, babies.

Alex, central city needs you

to pitch for them
this afternoon.

They got up a game

with a barnstorming bunch
of professionals.

This afternoon? Why don't
they get Clay to pitch?

He got kicked
by a horse yesterday.

Can't walk. He sure
can't pitch sitting down.

They need you, Alex.

Pay you a dollar
and a half for the
game.

Who are they playing?

A real team, Alex...

Galesburg from
the three-i league.

Regular paid ballplayers?

Yeah.

They're only playing
this one game here,

then they keep on going east

to start their regular season.

They got uniforms
and everything, Alex.

Central city needs you bad.

There won't be any game

without you to pitch for them.

Man: What time's the game start?

2:00. We've got to step on it

to get there in time.

Let's go!

Man: I don't want
to miss this game.

Man #2: I don't want to miss
any game Alex is pitching.

Man #3: Sure like
to get a bet down

if Alex is going to pitch.

Yep, he's sure got his heart set

on being a farmer.

(Cow moos)

$186.50 on central city.

It's payday in these parts,
Mr. Glasheen.

You giving odds?

Yes, sir, 2 to 1.
You're covered.

Like taking candy
away from babies.

That's their pitcher.

Yes, sir,

a fella could cut himself
a chaw of tobacco

and work up a good spit

before that ball gets
to the plate.

Umpire: Play ball!

All right, Schneider,
get up there and get a hit.

We got a ground rule here...

If a fielder loses a ball
in the grass,

you only get one extra base.

Well, boys, we're going to
make a real killing today.

All right, Deke,
get ahold of one.

Batter up!

Strike one!

Strike two!

Come on, Deke,
get a piece of it!

Send this hayseed
back to the farm!

Come on, Alex, right in to me.

The big one, boy.
The big one.

Right in here.

Quite a hayseed, ain't he?

Father, I'm sure he
isn't off playing baseball

because he knew that he
was supposed to meet us here.

He couldn't have forgotten.

Aimee, if you want
to marry the boy,

I'm not a-going
to stand in your way,

but I ain't a-going to
help you to do it, neither.

I knew I was wrong when I agreed

to put the down payment
on this farm

for you wedding present.

Well, now I'm not
a-going to do it.

Well, I know he has a reason.
He must have.

Because I know
that boy ain't cut out

to be any farmer.

He ain't cut out to be anything

but just what he is...

A fella that wants to play.

Come on. Let's go over
to his mother's place.

Just because he disappointed us,

there's no reason for us
to disappoint her.

What a wonderful surprise

it would have been for him.

You keep on counting on Alex,

you're the one that's going
to get all the surprises.

Giddy-up!

Glasheen: Come on,
you can do it now!

Get ahold of one!

Come on, you can hit him!

That's a way, baby.
That's a way.

Come on, hit that ball!

Work hard, Alex.
Work hard, baby.

Umpire: Strike three!
You're out!

Can't you hit that busher?

Strike one!

Come on, Allie boy.

Let's get this man out of here.

Make a batter of him, boy.

Pour it through here.

Come on, Allie boy.
Right in to me, baby

right into me!

(Crowd cheers)

All right, get in there,

and just don't stand there

and let him throw it
by you this time.

Get a hit!

Ninth inning, two men out,

and you're telling
me to get a hit?

Imagine us getting
shut out by a hayseed.

Aw, come on, pinky,
you can do it now.

You can do it.

All right, get
a hit now, pinky boy!

Get a hit!

Umpire: Strike one!

Come on, get on!
He's taking all our dough!

Strike two!

Doesn't that guy never throw
anything but strikes?

Right in to me, Allie boy.

Right in to me.

That's it!
You did it!

Whoa.

Maybe you could tell Aimee...

No, she'd never believe that.

I don't know what
I was thinking about.

Alex, with a woman,

you've got to let her know
right off who's boss,

or after you're married

she'll just make
your life miserable.

Tell her you were
playing baseball.

Dare her to do anything
about it.

Thanks for the lift, Fred.

Hello.

Did you win?

Yeah.

What team did you beat, Grover?

Galesburg, a real league team.

Gee, mom, I'm sorry
about being so late.

Aimee's in the kitchen.

Her father went home
right after supper.

Oh.

What was the score?

1 to nothing.

Aimee's awful mad
at you, Grover.

Hello, Aimee.

Guess I'm kind of late
for supper, huh?

Well, it was this way, Aimee.

You see, right after
I talked to you,

Fred came along,

and he said how this
professional team

was going to play central city,

except there wouldn't
be any game at all

if I didn't pitch

on account of Clay
got kicked by a horse.

So there was nothing
I could do about it

since everybody
was counting on me.

Of course, you couldn't
disappoint everybody.

Well, no.
You see how it was.

Yes, I do see.

You don't want to get married
and settle down.

Now, Aimee...

I had the most wonderful
surprise all ready for you, too

that's why I asked you to come
to the Crandall place.

Father was all set
to make a down payment

as a wedding present

so that we could get married
and have a place of our own.

And what do you do?
You go out and play baseball.

Well, you spoiled everything.

Maybe if I explain
to your father.

You see, this wasn't just
an ordinary ballgame.

This was a real team
I pitched against.

These fellas make their
living playing baseball,

and I beat them.

Oh, you'd have been real proud

if you could have seen the way

I set them back on their heels.

I didn't walk a single man.

They only got three hits off me.

Oh...Look.

I got a dollar and a half
for pitching that game,

and here's my $35 pay
from the phone company.

We'll get that farm,

and without any help
from your father.

He doesn't think that
I should ever marry you.

He said it doesn't
make any difference

what you do for a living.

If anybody came and
asked you to play baseball,

you'd drop everything
and go play.

Well, he's wrong,
and I'll prove he's wrong.

I got it all figured out.
In three months,

I'll have enough saved
for the down payment,

then we get married.

We'll both prove he was wrong,

that is unless you feel about me

the way he does.

Do you, Aimee?

I promise I'll never
do it again. Honest.

Grover, I don't care

if you play baseball
once in a while,

but it shouldn't be
your whole life.

It should just be something
to sort of relax you,

like when father plays
checkers, you know,

or like when Mr. Johnson
makes little boats

and puts them in bottles.

From now on, baseball's a hobby.

I'll even let Johnson teach me

how to make little boats
and put them in bottles.

Promise.

All right.

Now come eat your supper.

The chicken got tired
of waiting, too.

Minister: We're
all ready to begin.

Please, be seated.

We are now going to be
entertained and educated

by the famous explorer,
traveler, and lecturer

Mr. Carlson cotton.

We are indeed fortunate
that Mr. cotton

was able to delay his trip east
in order to stay over

and exhibit his marvelous
pictures in this community.

I'm sure I speak for all
the members of my congregation

when I say we are honored
by your presence, sir,

both at our church services
and now.

Mr. cotton: Thank you.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Please, close the doors.

Today we are going
to visit Norway.

(Click)

This is Norway.

Uh, focus, please.

And turn the slide around.

Of all the countries
on our globe,

little Norway must,
in some respects,

rank as the most wonderful.

Nearly one-third of its area

lies within the arctic circle.

Very cold, you say?
Ah, no.

(Car backfiring)

Nature's miracle,

the Gulf stream
and it's warm breath,

transforms an otherwise
barren region

into a fertile land.

(Turns off engine)

Please, close that door.

(Door closes)

I arrived in Christiania

and went directly
to the hotel Victoria.

After a hearty breakfast
of herrings,

I went in search of Bennett.

I asked everyone,
"where is Bennett,

the living encyclopedia
of Norway?"

Where's Alexander, the pitcher?

I'm looking
for Grover Cleveland Alexander.

You in here, boy?

Who is he?

I say, my good man,
we are gathered here...

Oh, excuse me, buster.

Alexander, wherever you are,
come on outside.

I want to talk to you.

Oh, there you are.

Glad to see you, boy.
Glad to see you.

Couldn't find you
in the dark. Yes, sir.

(Door closes)

Drove all the way up
from central city to find you.

I wanted to tell you

what a fine game
you pitched yesterday.

Thanks, but we're right
in the middle

of a lecture in there,

you remember me, don't ya?

I'm George Glasheen,

manager of the Galesburg team.

Sure.

What do you do for
a living, Alexander?

Work for the phone company.

Did you ever think of
playing ball for a living?

Used to think about it
a lot till last night.

Well, I got a couple of gloves

and a ball in the car here.

Throw me a few. I want
to see what you've got.

Glad to.

How long you been pitching?

Ever since I can remember.

If I wasn't throwing a ball,

I was throwing a rock.

You had pretty good
control yesterday.

Were you lucky, or do you
have it all the time?

Just show me where you
want it, Mr. Glasheen.

Put it high and outside.

Mr. cotton: Now, let's see,
where was I?

Oh, yes.

Anyway, the farmer and his wife

were very hospitable
and gave me a fine supper.

(Ball hits glove)

As I was leaving,

I turned to the wife and said...

Glasheen:
Show me a curve!

(Ball hits glove)

I asked her if Norwegians
preferred pork to fish,

and she replied...

Glasheen: Hot ziggity!
Now burn it in!

(Ball hits glove)

You got a lot of stuff
on that ball, boy.

Oh, just practice.

How'd you like to join my team?

Pay you $100 a month.

100...Aimee, he said
he'd pay 100...

I heard what he said.

Your girl?

Yeah. Amy, this is
Mr. Glasheen. He...

You ought to be ashamed,
both of you,

yelling and throwing that ball

and making a big racket
right during the lecture.

Why, I never.

Don't you have
any manners at all?

What about it, Alexander?

He is staying right here,

and we're going to buy
a farm and get married,

and you can go...

You can go right back
where you came from.

Aimee, wait a minute.

Grover Cleveland Alexander,

you made me a promise
last night.

Do you remember it?

Sure, I do,
but, Aimee, $100 a month.

And it would only be
for the summer,

wouldn't it, Mr. Glasheen?

Grover?

Aimee, don't you see?

We could have
all the money we need

by the end of the summer
if I join the team.

You made me a promise.
Either you keep it or not.

Now make up your mind.

She'll get over it.

Girls are nuts
about baseball players.

Not that girl.

We're playing Omaha
this Wednesday.

If you want to take my offer,

be there and be ready to pitch.

Make up your mind, boy.

Strike three!
You're out!

You're out!

Glasheen, where'd you find
this Alexander?

Shh.

I found him in
my Christmas stocking.

Here, have a drink.

Nice going, boy.
Here, have a drink.

Great game.

No letter for me, huh?

No, Mr. Alexander.

(Hummingtake me
out to the ballgame)

♪ Take me out with the crowd ♪

♪ Buy me some peanuts
and cracker Jack ♪

♪ I don't care
if I never get back ♪

Hey, trashy song.

Thanks.

He's broke
too many promises, Aimee.

Don't believe him anymore.

I think he means it this time.

Look, more money for the farm.

Maybe he really is only playing

in order to buy it.

That's what he told me.

He's told you
a lot of things, Aimee.

Not a one of them
has come true yet.

(Crowd booing)

Umpire: Ball three.

Ball four!

Time!

That pitcher's really washed-up,

giving you a free ride.

Well, you're going to win
your 16th straight today, boy.

He ain't won it yet.

Listen, I don't want you
to take no slides, you hear?

You might hurt your arm.

All right now. Heads up.

Take a good lead now.

You're all right.

(Screaming)

Alex.

Aimee?

Yes, dear.

This is Aimee.

Hello, Aimee.

Hello.

Your mother's here, too.

Hello, mom.

Hello, son.

How'd you get here so quick?

It's been almost three days.

Oh?

You're not mad at me anymore?

Every time we'd get
to a new town,

I'd hope there'd be
a letter waiting for me.

Never was.

Grover, I put all the money
that you sent in the bank.

We have enough now
for a down payment on the farm,

if you still want it.

Sure.

You want a drink, son?
Here, let me.

No, mom.
Wait a minute.

Grover, what's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm twice as good as I ever was.

I see two of everything.

Tell me when you see just one.

One now?

No, still two.

Mm-hmm.
Let's try it again.

How's that?

It just won't come
together, doc.

Mm-hmm.

Well, there's
no doubt about it...

Diplopia.

What's that mean?

Double vision

caused by injury
to the eye muscles.

How long will it take
to fix him up, doc?

I don't know.

There's nothing medicine
can do to help him.

Sometimes these cases
clear up in a few weeks,

or it might be for
the rest of your life.

You mean he can't pitch anymore?

Kind of wondering
how straight a furrow

I'll be able to plow
on that farm of ours.

Best pitcher I ever had...
Ever seen...

And I was worrying
about his arm.

That's just my luck for you.

Well, anyway,
I can see two of you.

Makes you twice as pretty.

Come on, you're going to ride

to your new farm
in my new automobile.

Aimee:
Look at it. It's wonderful.

Tell me if you need
me to come over tomorrow

to help you get started
with your planting.

I'll send one
of the boys over tonight

to do the milking for
you right after supper.

You take good care
of my little girl, you hear?

I aim to, Mr. Arrants.

All right.
Get in, you two.

Woman: Bye, Aimee!

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Here we go! We're off!

(Car backfires)

Hey, John, shouldn't you
better get a horse?

You'd make better time
if you walked, Grover.

Wind her up again, Jim.

(Backfires)

(Backfires)

Faster than a car.
Whoa.

Give me a horse anytime.

Them automobiles is just a fad.

Good-bye. We're proud
to have you, dear.

Good-bye.

Take good care of her.

Bye, Aimee!

Good-bye!

I'll send the boys
over tomorrow to help out.

Come on, boys.

Bye!

Good-bye!

Bye!

Thought I only made
a down payment on one house.

One's for summer,
one's for winter.

All my wives get carried
over the threshold.

Well, I could have sworn
there was a door there.

Me, too.

Say, it seems
like we're all set up.

Don't we have wonderful friends?

Look how they fixed up
our house for us.

This was your mother's
favorite table,

and Mrs. Robin's chair.

Real nice.

Real comfortable.
Try it.

Come quick. Look.

Oh.

Look.

Doesn't it look good?

Say, maybe they figured
on being invited in.

Unh-unh.

Only two people are going to be

at my honeymoon supper...
Me and my husband.

I'll go change.

Dear?

(Banging noises)

And he does that every day?

(Bang)

I think he knows that he
can't ever play again,

but he keeps on trying.

But he's through.

Well, if you knew that,
Mr. Glasheen,

how could you do this?

Trade him to Indianapolis?

Oh, that has nothing
to do with it.

You know, business is business.

Well, good-bye,
Mrs. Alexander.

Don't you want
to say hello to him?

Oh, I figure
it'd be better if I didn't.

You know, it might
upset him, remind him of...

Just tell him I said good luck.

Oh, and, Mrs. Alexander,

I know you ain't much of a fan,

but leastwise you know
you're married

to a guy who could have been

the greatest pitcher
baseball ever had.

(Bang)

Let's quit, Grover.
I'm tired.

Just a few more.

(Music box playing)

♪ There's a merry
little man we know ♪

♪ And to everybody's house
he'll go ♪

♪ When the weather's
at a cold degree ♪

♪ Can't you guess
who it can be? ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas,
you're the one ♪

♪ We jump for joy whenever ♪

♪ Oh, so jolly
old Saint Nicholas passes by ♪

♪ Spreading spirit
with a twinkle eye ♪

Kids: ♪ old Saint
Nicholas overhead ♪

♪ You hang a twig
of merry mistletoe ♪

♪ And old Saint Nicholas,
gay are we ♪

♪ Catching kisses
'neath the yuletide tree ♪

♪ How does it feel
to be such a Mr. big ♪

♪ King of the party each year? ♪

♪ How does it feel
to be so full ♪

♪ Of captivating
Christmas cheer? ♪

♪ Captivating Christmas ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas,
here's to you ♪

♪ A toast for bringing goodies
to the young ♪

♪ And old Saint Nicholas,
hip, hooray ♪

♪ Have a happy Christmas day ♪

♪ Have a happy Christmas day ♪

♪ Da da da da dum ♪

♪ Da dum da da da da da ♪

♪ Dum da da da da da Dee ♪

♪ Da da da da dum
ta da da da da ♪

♪ Dum be da da bum bum bum ♪

♪ Bum bum bum bum bum ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas,
here's to you ♪

♪ A toast for bringing goodies
to the young ♪

♪ And old Saint Nicholas,
hip, hooray ♪

♪ Have a happy Christmas day ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas ♪

♪ Old Saint Nicholas ♪

♪ Have a happy Christmas day ♪

♪ Have a happy Christmas day ♪

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Those are for Christmas.

This is for the day before.

Here's your mail, Grover.

Oh, thanks.

I'll bet they're
Christmas cards.

Hurry and open it.

Oh, isn't that a beautiful one?

"Greetings and best wishes
for Christmas."

It's from peewee Johnson.

He played shortstop
for Galesburg.

Oh, did he?
Look, mom.

Oh, look. Isn't this beautiful?

All: Oh!

Isn't that pretty?

Oh!

Is that another one?

It's from
the Philadelphia nationals.

The Phillies?
That's a big league team.

What is it?

It's from Charles Doohan,
manager.

"This is to inform you
we have purchased

"your contract
from Indianapolis.

"Spring training
begins march 4th

"in Southern pines,
north Carolina.

"I'm looking forward
to meeting you then.

I know you'll be
a big asset to our team."

They can't trade me
much higher, can they?

Why do they do that to him,

keeping up his hopes,
breaking his heart?

Aimee.

Mom, it's so awful for him.

He's tried so hard
to be a good farmer,

to be everything
that I wanted him to be,

and all the time
he's sick inside

because he can't
ever pitch again.

You know something, mom?

Hmm?

I used to think
it'd be a lot better

if he liked another girl,

then at least I could
compete against her

and win or lose,

but I couldn't compete
against his love for baseball.

Anybody would have been
second to that.

Now, Aimee...

Mom, I was glad
when he had his accident.

You don't mean that, Aimee.

Yes, I do.

Deep down in my heart I was glad

because it meant that he
could never play again,

and that meant that I wouldn't

have to share him with the game.

Now I realize how wrong I was,

and I'd do anything
if I could help him.

Mom, I love him so much.

I want him to be happy.

I want him to be able
to do all the things

that he wants to do.

Now I know
that I can't help him.

I can't give him the things
that he wants and needs.

Oh, mom.

(Door opens and closes)

(Baseball popping in glove)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

(Pop)

Aimee.

Oh, darling.

Oh, darling.

If we're going to be
in north Carolina

in time for spring training,

we have to leave tomorrow.

Aimee.

What about the farm?

Oh, we could talk to ray.

He'll take care
of everything for us.

Sure he will. Sure.

Peanuts. Who'll
have the peanuts?

Peanuts here.

I will.
How much are they?

Five for a dollar.

Who'll have a bag
of peanuts here?

That-a-boy, Alex.

Hit this target, kid.

(Pop)

(Pop)

Hello.

Hello.

I think it's plain silly

to play a preseason game

between the Phillies
and the athletics.

Connie mack has
a world champion team.

The poor Phillies haven't been

out of the second division

since I can remember.

You mean the Phillies
aren't very good?

You can't make chicken salad

out of chicken feathers, honey.

Have they announced
the batteries yet?

The what?

The batteries...
Who's pitching.

Oh. My husband is supposed
to pitch the first five innings.

That's him down there warming up
with William Killefer.

His name is Grover Alexander.

Well, I'm glad to meet you.
Your name's Aimee, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

Bill's told me
about you and your husband.

I'm Margaret Killefer.

Oh, I'm pleased to meet you.

I didn't see you
at spring training.

Wasn't there.

Uh-oh.
Isn't that Eddie plank

that's going to pitch
for the a's?

Is he good?

In a way...Only won
22 games last year.

Is that all?

My husband told
Mr. Doohan, the manager,

that he figured on winning
at least 25, maybe more,

and he's just a rookie.

And what did Mr. Doohan say?

Nothing.

I can't think
of anything, either.

Oh. Peanut?

Thank you.

Man: Batteries
for today's game...

For the athletics,
plank pitching, lepp catching.

For the Philadelphia nationals,

Alexander pitching,

Killefer catching.

Alexander, you're pitching
the first five innings

if you can last that long.

You'll get murdered,
but you'll learn something.

Yes, Mr. Doohan.

Now remember something...

You got eight men helping
you out there,

so don't be trying
to strike everybody out.

You'd be wasting
your time anyway.

You might hurt your arm.

Just tease them
with that curveball.

Umpire: Play ball!

Be smart.
Save that arm.

All right, come on.
Let's go.

Let's get out there,
show these world champions

they can't have everything
their own way today.

The first batter up

will be Eddie Collins, Alex.

He hit .322 last year,
.492 in the world series,

but don't let that bother you.

Just don't throw him
anything waist-high.

Umpire: All right, play ball!

How are you, reindeer?

Fine, Eddie.
How's it with you?

You guys give up too easy,

starting a rookie against us.

Everybody's got to
begin someplace.

All right, gang, let's go.
Play ball.

I can't call them
till you throw them, boy.

Yes, sir.

All right, Alex.

Ball!

That's bad, isn't it?

That's bad.

Ball!

Come on, Grover!

Ball!

Settle down now, Alex.
Pitch to me, boy.

This white thing's
the plate, boy.

You're supposed to come
somewhere close to it.

Strike!

That's good.

Strike!

That's it. Pour it on, boy.
You can do it.

Where did you get
this kid, bill?

Indianapolis. Why?

They can have him back
right after this next pitch.

Come on, Grover.

Strike!

Aah!

You're out.

Same rules as last year,
Eddie...

Three strikes to a customer.

You're out. Next batter up.

Hornsby coming to bat.

What's this St. Louis
rookie's first name?

Rogers...
Rogers Hornsby.

He's too anxious in the field,

and he can't hit.

Alexander struck
him out twice now.

Once more, and the cards
will send him

back to the minors.

It's now or never.

Strike!

Time.

Time.

What's the matter, bill?

If this Hornsby kid
doesn't get a hit,

Huggins is going to drop him.

We've got this one on ice.

Tell him I'll put it
right down the middle.

Play ball.

It's coming right down
the middle, kid.

Strike!

I told you it would be
right in there for you.

That hit was a present, Hornsby.

It's the best one I'll ever get.

What a great guy.

Play ball.

How does Alex feel about
him and bill Killefer

being sold to Chicago?

Well, he's looking forward
very much

to wearing a cub uniform

and, of course,
playing for Mr. Wrigley.

In fact, he went to see
him this morning

at Catalina island.

How does Alex stand
in the draft?

Is the army taking him?

He received his greetings
yesterday.

When does he have to
report, Mrs. Alexander?

Tomorrow.

Hi, Alex!

How does it feel
being with the cubs?

When are you going to
start throwing grenades

instead of baseballs?

I'm sure Aimee answered
all your questions.

Seeing as how I haven't
got much time left,

I'd kind of like
to spend it with her.

Okay, Alex. Good luck.

Just one picture, please.

Smile, please.

Ready...

Thanks a lot.

Good luck, Alex.
Bye now.

Bye.

And how's Mr. Wrigley?

Oh, he's wonderful.

Is he?

He's about the nicest man
I ever met.

Sit down.

I told him I was worried

about how you were
going to get along

while I was in the army.

Well, we don't
have to worry anymore.

You know what he's going to do?

What?

He's going to send you
a check for $500

every other month
as long as I'm gone.

We talked it all over
while we were playing golf.

He asked me if I thought it
sounded fair,

and when I said it did,

he told me to stop talking
or he'd miss his putt.

He's quite a fella.

So are you.

Oh, and if I'm not back
inside of three years,

he's going to give you $10,000.

Alex, if anything
happens to you,

I'll never speak to you again.

Man: One degree left!

Fire when ready!

Ready!

Fire when ready!

What's the matter, sarge?

I don't know.

I just got dizzy
all of a sudden.

Fall out!

Aimee!

Alex!

She saw me first.

I'm so glad to see you.
Are you all right?

I'm all right now.
How are you?

I'm all right now.

Hey, what did you
do to your hair?

You gettin' bald?

No. It's the latest style.
Do you like it?

I love it.

Hey, let's go someplace
and get out of this crowd,

start on another honeymoon.

It will have to be on a train.

Because we have to go to Chicago

and join the team right away.

It can be a slow train.

One that will take
us weeks to get there.

Announcer: Batteries
for today's game...

For New York,
Mathewson pitching,

Jones catching.

For Chicago,

Alexander pitching,

Killefer catching.

Man: Hey,
welcome home, Alex!

Man #2: Welcome home!

Welcome home, Alex!

They remember you, don't they?

You've given them
something to remember, Alex.

This Pittsburgh club is hot,
leading the league.

They'll be tough to beat
here on their own ground.

Now, you all remember foy.

He was with us early
this season...

No arm, no speed.

Whenever he gets on second base,

we'll change our signals.

If there's any chance
of that guy

getting as far as second,

we wouldn't have
sold him, would we?

All right, let's go.

Oh, I forgot my glove.

Hey, Alex,

the coach wants you
to warm up right away.

Hey, Alex, did you hear me?

(Crowd cheering)

(Women screaming)

What's going on?

You passed out on the mound.

If that ain't the silliest
thing I ever done.

How's the game?

It's over for you, Alex.
Take your shower.

I'm all right. There's only
a few innings left.

He thinks you got a sunstroke.

I'm not sending you
back out there

for another one.

Go on back to the hotel
and get to bed early.

You need some rest.

You know what that temperature

is out there?

104.

I wouldn't be surprised
if both teams folded up

before they finish this one.

I used to plow all day
when it was 110.

Never fazed me before.

Did you say the first time
before the game began,

it was like your mind revolving?

Well, yes.
It was kind of like

a bright light inside my head,

so bright it hurt my eyes.

It was real strange,
everything moving, and...

I almost didn't make it
to a bench.

Any of these sensations
a second time

while you were pitching?

No. I started my windup...

Nothing.
I didn't know anything

till I came to
in the locker room.

When was it you were hit
by that baseball?

1911.

I had double vision for
almost a year after that.

Any of these blackouts
during that period?

No. During the war,
I had a few dizzy spells,

but never fainted or anything.

Were you wounded?

No. Hard of hearing
for a while.

Being a gunnery sergeant's

not what you'd call a quiet job.

What did you do before
you played baseball, Alex?

Farming mostly. Worked
for the phone company.

Aimee...
That's my wife...

We got a little farm just
outside of Elba, Nebraska.

Why?

Farm work would be good for you.

Are you telling me
I got to quit baseball?

If you want to live out
your normal life expectancy.

Baseball is my life, doc.

Alex, doctors don't know much
about your kind of trouble.

You'll have periods
when you'll feel just fine,

then one of these blackouts
will hit you.

You'll never know when,
never get much of a warning.

You can fall down anywhere,
any time...

While pitching, at bat,
running the bases,

sitting at a table
in a restaurant,

and each time it happens,

it will take strength out of you

that will never come back.

No fixing it?

How are you at keeping
a secret, doc?

I'm good at it,

but you can't keep this kind
of thing secret very long, Alex.

You came to me

because you didn't want
your team doctor to find out,

but when he does,
you'll be out of baseball.

I don't want my wife to know.

Alex, you've set records
in baseball

that will never be topped.

Why don't you retire,
go to your farm?

With the price of hogs
as high as it is...

If I'm going to fall down again,

I don't want to do it
in a pigsty.

I've got it.

Here, keep the change.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Alexander.

Aren't you
Grover Cleveland Alexander?

Yeah.

Well, say, come on in.
I'd like to buy you a drink.

Well, come on.

Hey, Johnny,

look who I found...
Alex the great.

Sure glad to know you,
Mr. Alexander.

Fix him up, Johnny.

It ain't often we get the best
pitcher in the national league

as a customer.

Hey, I was at
Forbes field today.

What happened to you?

The heat...
Too much sun.

Yeah, it sure was
a broiler, all right.

On the house,
Mr. Alexander.

That's the real McCoy.

None of that
bathtub stuff. Chaser?

Huh?

A little seltzer?

Yeah.

Is this what they mean
about getting drunk?

'Cause you feel real
light and airy and...

Like your feet aren't
really on the ground.

You're not drunk.
You talk too straight.

It's like the world's
a real fine place,

and there's nothing
to worry about

and nothing to ever
be afraid of.

You're getting there, Alex.

This is almost the most
wonderful feeling I ever had.

It's like...

I know I'm me,

and I know what's wrong.

You don't know,

but I know.

It doesn't seem to matter
so much anymore.

You're getting
mighty close, Alex.

As soon as you start
feeling sorry for yourself,

then you're almost there.

Operator:
Number, please.

Walden-8239.

Woman:
Pittsburgh tribune.

Sports desk.

Just a moment, please.

Man: Hello?

Hello, this is croslyn.
Zimmy around?

Hold on.

Zimmy: Yes?

Zimmy, got a big story
for your column.

Grover Alexander
passed out on the mound

in today's game, didn't he?

Yeah.

From the heat, my eye.
The guy was loaded.

Baby, your big dream pitcher's
a great, big lush.

Margaret, what's happening?

Why is he doing this?

I've got to go to St. Louis
and find out for myself.

But the team will be home
day after tomorrow.

But I can't even
get him on the phone.

What's done this to him?

There must be
some reason for this.

I mean, there must be
some reason.

(Crowd booing)

Get down! Get down!
Get down!

Safe!

Time.

Medkovich!

Anybody could slip, Joe.
The grass is a little wet.

Medkovich now pitching.

Can't you even talk
to me anymore, Alex?

After all we've
been through together?

You can tell me.
You can tell me anything.

There's nothing to tell.

Darling, what's happened to you?

You never drank before.
Why now?

All of a sudden...Why?

Alex...

What are you afraid of?

Stop badgering me, Aimee.

(Door shuts)

(Meow)

(Door buzzer)

Well, I've looked
every place I can think of.

He hasn't even been
to the speakeasies

that he usually goes to.

(Telephone rings)

Hello?

Man: Hello.
Mrs. Alexander?

Yes.

This is the Lincoln park
police station.

We've got your husband
down here again.

All right, Aimee,
I'll go get him.

Thanks, bill,

but I won't be here
when you get back.

I haven't helped him by staying.

Maybe I can help by going away.

Yes, baseball fans,
this was a sad season

for one of the greatest pitchers
the game has ever known.

Grover Cleveland Alexander,

who really earned the title
"Alex the great,"

drank himself
right out of baseball.

Seemingly overnight,

the genial big farmer
from Nebraska

turned from baseball
to the bottle.

Whatever it was that changed
Grover Alexander

from the greatest
control pitcher of all time

into a stumbling has-been

is a mystery to the men who
played with and against him.

They are saddened
by what has happened to Alex,

and so are we.

He was once a great man.

(Turns off radio)

Woman: Pittsburgh press.

Hello, Pittsburgh press,

I guess I want
your sports department.

Just a moment, please.

Man: Hello?

Hello, my name is Conant,
Dr. Johnson Conant.

Could you possibly tell me

where I could get
in touch with the wife

of Grover Cleveland Alexander?

So when I heard that radio
broadcast, I felt it my duty

to find out if you knew
the facts about your husband,

even though I'd promised
to keep the information secret

for the sake of his career.

Why didn't he tell me?

Don't start blaming yourself,
Mrs. Alexander.

After all, you didn't know.

Frankly, I'm amazed he managed
to hide his affliction at all.

Everybody thought that...

Even I thought, doctor,
those times when he...

I thought it was from drinking.

I don't wonder.

From what I've learned,

many of those times
probably were from drinking.

Shouldn't drink at all
in his condition.

I can understand why he does.

Maybe it makes him less afraid.

Maybe he thought it better
for you and others

to believe it was liquor
that made him fall down.

Where is he now?
Do you know?

No.

Take one of these,
Mrs. Alexander.

It will relax you.

Don't worry about me,
doctor. I'm all right.

It's him. I left him
when he needed me.

If there's anything I can do...

Thank you very much
for writing and explaining.

I've got to find him.

What do you mean,
you're dependable?

You on the wagon?

I promise you

I'll always be sober
on the mound.

I don't know.

All the stories
I've heard about you...

I can win you
a lot of ballgames.

I can still pitch.

I can only pay you by the game.

I can't put you on salary.

That's all right with me.

I'll give you
20 bucks when you pitch,

but you got to stay

at least six innings to earn it.

And when I win?

I'll make it 25.

House of David's
got itself a pitcher.

Get into uniform.
Work out with the boys.

You guys must be pretty good

with that hidden ball trick.

Man: I'm sorry,
Mrs. Alexander.

I have no idea
where he might be.

Well, if you should hear
where he is, Mr. McGraw,

would you please let me know?
Thank you. Bye.

I haven't seen him, Aimee,
but I'll ask around

and let you know
the minute I hear.

Down! Down! Slide!

You're out.

All right, men,
let's get out in the field.

Alexander, are you drunk again?

Not much.
Fremont, warm up.

Not drunk.

Not...

All right, drag him
to the locker room.

This is the last time
you'll have to do it.

He's through.

He pitched one game
with an amateur team

in Joplin, Missouri.

Then he played two weeks

with a semipro outfit
in Marshall, Texas.

Then this morning
the investigation agency

that we work with in Nashville

wired they had a lead that
your husband is playing

with a team called
the house of David.

Do they know where the team is?

No, but we're working on it.

Mrs. Alexander,
I'll let you know

as soon as we find out.

Thank you, Mr. Blake.

No, miss Alexander,

he left my team in Texas
more than two weeks ago.

I don't know
where he is. Sorry...

Unless he's under a table
in some speakeasy.

(Carnival music playing)

Man: Come and seeel diablo,

the world's greatest
fire-eater.

Learn all about baseball
from the one and only

Grover Cleveland Alexander
the great.

If you are interested
in baseball,

there's the man who will
answer all your questions.

Do you want me
to go inside with you?

Alex the great,
the great baseball player.

Step up and buy yourself
a ticket, little lady,

and give yourself a treat.

El diablo: That had
a vanilla flavor.

(Audience laughs)

Tasted more like custard.

Anybody who would like to try it

just hold your face up here.

Have a little drink.

(Applause)

And now, my friends,

you can show your appreciation

for the talents ofel diablo

by purchasing one or more
of his photographs.

(Taps on door)

All right, Alexander,

get it up here.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

before we move on
to the stellar attraction

of the museum,
and, of course, by that,

I mean the one and only
flea circus,

where you will see
the most amazing,

the most incredible
performances of all time,

but right now I would like
to have your attention here.

You baseball fans,
move in a little closer

because right here on this stage

you are going to see, hear,
and be able to ask questions

of the one and only
Alex the great.

Grover Cleveland Alexander

broke into big-league
baseball in 1911.

He has set many pitching records

which will never be equaled.

He is going to tell you
some of his secrets.

(Whispering)
Two minutes, Alexander,

and don't start no arguments
with no customers,

you understand?

It's a pleasure to talk
to true baseball fans.

I broke into big-league baseball

with the Philadelphia
Phillies in 1911.

I won 28 games my first season.

13 of those were shutouts.

In 15 years
of big-league competition,

I've won 318 games

for an average of better
than 21 wins per season.

How many did you lose?

I lost 171.

How does it feel to be
living off the fleas?

Well, it's better than
having them live off of me.

(Audience laughs)

I have often been asked,

"who's the toughest batter
to pitch to?"

Any pitcher can
answer that one...

Rogers Hornsby.

The only safe way
to pitch to him

is low and behind him.

Now if any of you would
like to ask me

some questions about baseball,

I'll do my best to answer them.

What right have you got
to stand up there,

talking about baseball?

You never did nothing

but give baseball a bad name.

Woman: Aah!

Where is he, Aimee?

I'll send him some money
so that he can...

But it isn't money
that he needs.

What can I do to help Alex?

Believe in him,
give him a chance.

Let him play
baseball again, Rog.

But, Aimee...

Don't you understand?

It isn't enough
that I believe in him.

Baseball's got to
believe in him, too.

Well, I'll have to
think it over.

Please, Rog,
give him back his life.

Aimee, I'll do the best I can.

I'll let you know
one way or the other.

Bye.

She wants me to take him on.

How can I, bill?

You're the manager of the cards.

You can hire and fire.

I'm responsible for the team.

We're going along pretty good.

I'm even crazy enough

to believe we can
win the pennant.

How can I risk
taking Alexander on?

What'll I tell the owners?

You know Alex is through.

Well, isn't he?

That's what everybody says...
"Alex is through."

Well...

Except I don't believe it, Rog.

As long as Alex can stand
on his two feet,

he's still the pitcher
I'd want to have in there

if we were in a tough spot,
and so would you.

Hey, Mr. Alexander,

a scout's here from
the St. Louis cardinals

to see you.

Tell him to wait a minute.

Come in.

Rogers Hornsby needs you

and wants you to report
to the team right away,

and here's a telegram
to prove it.

Why didn't you tell me?

It is truly amazing
what Rogers Hornsby

has been able to do
with this St. Louis team.

Last year, the cardinals
entered the 1925 season

at the bottom
of the second division.

This year, with a roster
of nothing but rookies,

cast-offs, and has-beens,
Hornsby has turned the cards

into the most formidable
baseball club

in the national league.

Grover Alexander,

who practically kicked himself
out of baseball,

was given another chance
by the cards' manager

and paid off

with the most amazing comeback
in sports history.

Time after time,
Hornsby has literally lifted

his weak but scrappy team
by its bootstraps

and forced them to be better

than anybody could believe
was possible,

good enough to win
the national league pennant,

the first
in St. Louis cardinal history.

But now, the big question is,

what possible chance have
these worn-out cardinals got

against the mighty Yankees
in the world series?

The Bronx bombers are
unquestionably

the most powerful aggregation
of baseball players

ever assembled on one team.

The wise boys are putting it
on the line

that the Yankees
will win four straight.

The best that can be predicted

is that the St. Louis cardinals

will at least go down fighting.

(Click)

Thank you very much.

Maybe we shouldn't
even bother to show up

at the Yankee stadium tomorrow.

Hey...

Look at this.

What do they mean, "old man"?

I don't mind that so much,
but I wouldn't wear a beard

even when I was playing
with the house of David.

They should all be
so old and so wise.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is Graham macnamie
bringing you

the first transcontinental
sports broadcast in history.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

it's the world series
coast to coast.

Yankee stadium is packed
with the largest crowd

to ever attend
any baseball game.

There are more
than 61,000 fans here.

Miller Huggins is starting
pitcher herb Pennock

against the cardinals.

Pennock won 23 and lost 11
during the season.

Catching is Henry sevareid.

The starting pitcher
for St. Louis

will be wee Willie sherdel,

a 16-game winner
for the season.

Catching him is Bob O'Farrell.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the first game
of the 1926 world series

is about to begin.

And here comes the first pitch.

Strike!

Strike!

Stay with it.
You got the big one left.

Strike!

You're out of here.

You can hit him, Joe.

That Pennock's going to be
a tough one to hit.

This kid Lazzeri looks
tougher to pitch to

than Ruth or Gehrig
the way he crowds that plate.

I'd throw him
a lot of curveballs,

keep it low and outside.

Might be a mistake
to feed him a strike

on the first pitch, too.

(Crowd cheering)

See what you mean.

5 on the cards
will win me how much

on tomorrow's game?

200. That's good odds.

Yeah, but 1,000 to 1
ain't no good

when the cards can't win.

What do you want from me?

The question in this
second game is,

who's going to pitch
for the cardinals?

Manager Rogers Hornsby
hasn't yet made his choice.

The yanks will murder anybody

they put on the mound.

You're so right.

Announcer, on P.A.:
Batteries for St. Louis...

Pitching, Grover Alexander.
Catching, Bob o'Farrell.

Alexander? What are you
doing, Hornsby,

throwing the series?

Ha ha ha!

Brother, we can't help but win.

Alex's record for the cards
has been 9 wins and 7 losses.

He's an experienced,
smart pitcher,

but it's going to take
a lot of arm

to hold off Ruth, Gehrig,
and company...

Murderer's row.

Look who's going to pitch.
Why, he's a has-been.

Why don't you go home?

I got my rights, lady.

Woman:
Aw, sit down.

Umpire: Play ball!

Ball!

Look him over, combs!
He'll walk ya!

You bet he will.

What did I tell you, lady?
He's a has-been.

Man: Get him, baby!

Come on, babe, send this guy
back to the bread line.

You said it.

Rogers: That's a boy, Alex.
Come on now.

That-a-boy, Alex!

You're out.

It's a double play!
What did I tell you?

Oh!

Come on.

Strike!

Here comes run number 2
for the Yankees,

and Alexander is in trouble

for the second time
in this 2nd inning.

Time.

Time.

There goes Hornsby
to talk to Alexander.

It looks like the old warrior
is all through.

I'm just wondering, Alex,

why don't you
and Walter Johnson and I

go to north Dakota for our
duck hunting this year?

Yeah, if I ever get this
ballgame over with, Rog.

No, no, Hornsby's leaving
Alexander in the game.

Macnamie, on radio: One man,
and one man only,

is responsible
for this victory...

Alexander, the forgotten man
of baseball.

Alex the great,
cool and calm on the mound,

set down the Bronx bombers
with only four hits.

Even the mighty babe Ruth
failed to get a hit

off the old master.

Those who said
Grover Cleveland Alexander

was through
can eat crow tonight.

I wonder what crow tastes like.

I should have bet that 5.
I could kill myself.

That wouldn't be a bad idea.

(Laughter)

And so, for St. Louis
at the end of the 9th,

1 run, 1 hit, no errors,

one man left on base.

We go into the last half
of the 9th inning

with St. Louis
leading New York 10 to 2.

It's the last chance
for the Yankees,

and a slim one it is.

Grover Cleveland Alexander
has pitched brilliantly,

allowing only eight hits
in eight full innings.

Making his second appearance
in this world series,

the old master has never once
been in any real trouble,

allowing only 1 run in the 3rd,

another in the 6th.

Man: Come on, Alex,
you can do it.

Man #2: Come on, baby,
that-a-boy.

And it's another double play...

Hornsby to theuenow
to bottomley.

Two out, nobody on,

and Huggins is sending in
a pinch hitter

for ervin shocker.

All right, Alex, all the way.

Strike!
That-a-boy!

Crowd: Alex! Alex!

Alex! Alex! Alex!

And he's done it again.

For the second time
in this series,

Grover Alexander has
beaten the Yankees,

beaten them down
into the ground.

Alex the great has
tied up the series,

made it three and three.

"It was a pure case
of head and heart"...

That's you...

"And the fans recognized it.

"They responded with screams,
applause, and tears.

"There has never been
so loud, long,

and continuous a demonstration
in the history of baseball."

I heard it.

You don't hear much
from the stands

when you're out there,
but I heard that one.

Well, they all say
the same thing.

You, my dear, are the hero
of the series,

but from now until
spring training next year,

you're going to be
the laziest hero

anybody's ever seen.

Course, I know that you want
to be out there tomorrow

to watch your team win.

They wouldn't dare let you down

after the way you kept them
in the series, would they?

Anyway, I'm going to stay here,

and I'll get us all packed
and check out of the hotel.

Then when the game is over,

you meet me
at the Pennsylvania station,

and we're off to Florida
on our vacation,

and I told Rog
and Walter Johnson

that if they want you
as a partner this fall,

they're going to have to
switch from duck hunting

to deep-sea fishing.

You must be so tired, Aimee.

Why should I be tired?

I've pitched a lot
of baseball this season.

A couple of times there today

I didn't think you'd be able
to finish that game for me.

Once in the 4th,

again in the 9th,

I felt one of those things
coming on.

I looked over at the box seats,

and there you were.

You gave me the strength
to fight it off.

I've been stealing strength
from you all season...

Every game, every pitch.

Without you there,

I couldn't have done any of it.

I know it, Aimee.

Without you, I'm just half a man

waiting to black out.

God sure must think a lot of me

for giving me you.

Going, going,

and it's gone.

A towering home run
into the right field bleachers,

and the bambino,
the mighty babe Ruth,

is trotting around the bases.

That gives the Yankees 2 runs,

but St. Louis still leads
3 to 2

in the bottom of the 6th inning.

Card pitcher Jess Haines
really looked sick

when he heard the babe's bat
connect with that one.

If St. Louis can hold
their 1-run lead to the end,

it will be the biggest upset
of any year.

Both Jess Haines
for the cardinals

and Waite hoyt for the Yankees
have pitched brilliantly.

Woman: Order, please.

Hello. Would you
please send a boy

right away.
To 382 for bags?

Thank you.

Here's the pitch to combs.

It's a drive over Hornsby's head

into short center field.

Combs pulls up at first
with a single.

Out.

One out, combs on second,
and the babe at bat.

Haines is walking Ruth.

Hornsby's trying to set him up
for a double play.

Ball four,

and the bambino goes to first
with a free pass.

Long Bob meusel steps up to bat.

Haines stretches, throws,

and meusel hits
to shortstop theuenow.

Babe Ruth was forced out
at second,

but Hornsby's throw
to bottomley was too late.

So we have Yankee runners
on first and third,

two out, and Lou Gehrig
coming to the plate.

Your husband pitched
two great games, Mrs. Alexander.

Certainly did,
and we're out in front

on this one 3 to 2.

Thank you.
Come back and see us again.

We will. Thank you. Bye.

Macnamie: And the pitch
almost got away

from catcher o'Farrell.

Taxi, please.

(Blows whistle)

The crowd watching
that electric board

has got the streets all jammed.

You might have to take
the subway, Mrs. Alexander.

Oh, no.

(Blows whistle)

Ball four, and the bases
are loaded.

This is a crucial moment,
ladies and gentlemen.

It may mean the series.

Time.

Time.

And there goes Hornsby
walking over

to talk to Haines.

What's the matter?

Seem to be working up a blister.

Can't control the ball, huh?

No. It's making me pretty wild.

Wonder who Hornsby's going
to put in to pitch now?

Alex.

Huh?

Rog says he wants you, Alex.

Me? Not again today.

I'm not even warmed up.

Well, he says he wants you.

Tell him I'm on my way.

He's coming.

(Crowd cheering)

You must get me a taxi.

I've got to get
to the Yankee stadium.

(Blows whistle)

The fans here
are going mildly insane

as the hero of yesterday's game,

Grover Alexander,

walks slowly in
from the cardinal bullpen.

I'm sure that no pitcher
in baseball history

has ever walked into
a more desperate situation.

The Yankees have
loaded the bases.

Tony "push 'em up" Lazzeri,
the hard-hitting,

brilliant Yankee
second baseman is at bat.

A single can put
the Yankees ahead,

can win the series for them.

Well, Alex...

I remember what
bill Killefer said.

He said, "as long as Alex
can stand on his two feet,

"he's still the pitcher
I'd want to have in there

when we're in a tough spot."

Well, you can see
how things are.

What do you think
you can do with Lazzeri?

Well, there don't seem to be

any room left
on the bases for him.

Warm up as long as you like.
I'll stall for time.

Can't you go any faster?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Alexander.
The traffic's pretty heavy.

Could be, could be...

Foul ball.

Ball one.

Take it easy.
Take your time, boy.

Ball.

Fire it up, Alex.

Alexander is wild.

He's run the count
to three and one on Lazzeri.

Another ball, and he'll
walk in the tying run.

Come on, Alex.
Stay with him, boy.

Strike!

Can you go faster, please?

I sure can, Ma'am.

Strike three!

Just listen to that crowd.

If baseball fans
ever had reason to cheer,

Alexander just gave it to them,

striking out Tony Lazzeri
in the last of the 7th

with the bases loaded,

but there are
two more innings to go.

Can Alex hold off this
now-desperate New York team

that needs only 1 more run
to tie up the ballgame?

Hey, officer, what happened
in the 7th?

Alexander struck out Lazzeri
with the bags loaded.

Hot-diggity!

This is Mrs. Alexander in back.

How do you do?

We've got to get to the stadium.

Well, get going.

(Blows whistle)

Now it's top of the 9th.

If Alexander can hold off
the Yankees for three more outs,

he'll be the greatest hero
in world series history.

That's it. We hold them now,
we win the series. Let's go.

You all right, Alex?

Yeah.

Sure been a pleasure, Ma'am.

Thanks.

Is Alex still pitching?

Yes, Ma'am.

Strike!

You're out.

Two away, Alex.

One more, we can
start our vacation.

Strike!

Strike!

Strike three!