All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S02E06

The Toronto Sparrows
in a championship game.

I'm so nervous,
I don't think I can watch.

I'm sure your team
will score the most goals.

Flo, I've dragged you
to every game this season.

How do you not know they score runs?

Four red hot dogs
for two red hot gals.

- Coming up.
- They always taste better

- at the ballpark.
- Yeah,

because they clean the grill
once a month.

It ain't the grill,
sweetheart. It's the game.

The perfect game.

Oh! New edition, barely creased.

- Rainy day fund?
- It's for good luck.

This is baseball.

Everyone's got a superstition.

- Keep the change.
- Play ball!

Flo, Flo, that's her.

- Hey!
- Thank you.

Remember this moment, ladies.

You're in the presence of the greatest

women's player ever. Dorothy Lloyd.

She's going to bruise
the catcher's hand

- with that fastball.
- Hmm-mmm!

1,92 earned run average
and 3,84 at the plate.

She's really something.

I practiced once with the Sparrows.

They do call-ups from my ladies
rec league as injury subs.

But I was so nervous, I barely
spoke with any of the players.

Strike three!

Oh, Viola Kelly.

I didn't know
you were still in the league.

Enough.

Do players always
talk to each other like that?

Oh, catchers always give it
to the batters.

Trying to unerve them.
It's just the game.

Strike!

If you're going to be
a baseball player,

you need to know how to hit. Or catch.

Or throw.

Put a sock in it, Redwood.

Strike two!

Come on, Dorothy! One more strike!

Another inch to the side

and that ball was breaking my elbow

It's not my fault you crowd the plate.

I'll knock one over the fence

and then I'll knock your teeth out.

And I'll knock you both out
if you don't shut up and play!

Dorothy, you're up.

- So that's just the game too?
- Shhh! Dorothy's coming up.

I thought boxing was rough.

- Go, Dorothy!
- Come on, Dorothy.

Do it, Dorothy!

Strike one!

- That's alright.
- Come on, Dorothy. Stay calm.

It's strange, though.
She normally kisses

this lucky ladybug pendant
before every at bat,

but I don't think she has it today.

- Oh!
- Dorothy!

Dorothy! Roll her on her back.
Oh her back. Give her some air.

Are you with us, Dorothy? Dorothy?

- She's not breathing.
- We need a doctor!

We need a doctor!
Anyone here a doctor?

- Out of the way, ladies.
- Anyone?

- Can we get some help?
- Are you a doctor?

- Morgue attendant.
- What the hell?

- Just trust her.
- Just do something!

Trudy, grab her legs.

Is it working? Is she breathing?

Mary! Take a look at this.

Yes, those are the spikes
from a baseball cleat.

Are they always so bent?

You're right!
It looks like it was pried off.

If that's Dorothy's,

I'm not so sure this was an accident.

Are you with us, Dorothy? Dorothy?

Please save her. Please!
Dorothy, can you hear me?

- Dorothy!
- I'm so sorry.

There's nothing I could do.
She's dead.

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She's so special, you know?

We checked her shoes.
It looks like her spikes

were pried loose.

But the police said
it was an accident.

Not if her cleats were tampered with.

What I don't understand
is how Dorothy didn't feel

the damaged cleats with every step.

The girls are used to faulty gear.

Ladies baseball...
The damn owners will cut

any corners that they can.

But those were definitely
tampered with.

- You said she's good?
- Frankie?

She is top notch, Coach.

Then consider yourself hired.

So who do you think
might've done this?

The other team would have
the most to gain.

I'd like to start with them.

You ain't been around
many ballplayers, have you?

They're not gonna tell you anything.

- They're like circled wagons.
- Well, maybe there's a witness?

Someone who could'be seen the Comets

- tampering with the gear.
- Equipment manager takes care

- of the gear.
- And where would we find him?

She's about twenty paces that way.

One lady baseball player
kicks off in bizarre fashion

and suddenly I'm working
a Saturday rush autopsy.

It's not like this broad
was Babe Ruth.

Well, a coroner's never short
of customers, Dr. Thomson,

- I suppose. Cause of death?
- Cardiac arrest due to trauma.

Broke a rib when she fell,
which stabbed her in the heart.

- She died instantly.
- Accidental death.

I'll take care of it from here.

Good.

I got a tip on a pony

in the third race at Dufferin.

Mop and bucket are in the closet.

So, what did Dr Charming
have to say about Dorothy?

Broken rib to the heart.

You know, it's strange
that an elite athlete

would break a rib
from a simple tumble.

So Frankie and Mary are investigating?

Yeah. This whole thing
seems suspicious.

Let's get a closer look.

Be a lot easier if you had a catcher.

Redwood is on her fourth gin
at the Clover Club by now.

- Who're you?
- Frankie Drake.

I'm a private detective.
I'm looking into

- what happened to Dorothy.
- I thought the cops said

- it was just a freak accident.
- Well, that may be so,

but Coach thought it was worth

Frankie taking another look.

Long as I can keep throwing.
I'm starting tomorrow.

So they rescheduled the championship?

Yeah. And I've only got
a couple hours to practice

before my shift at the mill.

A lot of the girls have two jobs.

- Some even have three.
- That sounds exhausting.

But it's worth it, right?

Being on this field...
Smelling the grass...

- The feel of a leather glove.
- Yeah, you bet. You play too?

Starting pitcher for the Foxes.

I led the ladies rec league
in wins two straight seasons.

Hey, I can catch if it'll help.

Um...

Before the game, did you see anyone

going through the equipment bags?

No, but once I drop off the bags,

- I don't keep watch.
- Where did you leave them?

Same place as always.

Come on, Mary.
We might just have a witness.

I usually open up... about 90 minutes

before the first pitch.
People like to grab a dog

- and find a seat.
- You have a terrific view

- of the field.
- Best seat in the house!

It's the main reason I do this job.

Before the game,
did you see any of the Comets

going through
the Sparrows' equipment bags?

I'm pretty sure I saw Viola Kelly

- digging through the gear.
- The first baseman!

She's the one who went
head to head with Dorothy.

- They have a complicated past.
- What do you mean?

Well, last year,
she played for the Sparrows.

- Did she leave?
- No. They traded her

for an outfielder.

That's what they said, but word is,

the team wasn't big enough
for the two of them.

Nothing kills a locker
room like jealousy.

Thanks for your time.

I'll... see you at the game tomorrow.

If Viola did this,

her lack of sportsmanship
is appalling.

So we have a suspect.

Hey! There's something you gotta see.

They say one should never
meet their idols

and I'm pretty sure this is worse.

That's some nasty bruising.

Dr. Thomson chalked it up to lividity.

Blood pooling after death.

But didn't you roll her over
onto her back when you tried

- to resuscitate her?
- We did.

So the blood should have
pooled elsewhere.

And bruises don't develop after death,

so there's no way this came
from when she fell.

She was injured before the game.

The night before.

And I've seen a lot of bruises.

It looks like she was hit with
something heavy and rectangular.

An attack or a fight.

Which resulted in a broken rib.

So the tempered cleats
is what caused her to fall,

but the broken rib caused her death.

Viola should be ashamed of herself.

Grudge or no grudge,
that's no way to win a game.

We need to talk to Viola.

It's a bit lonely drinking
by yourself, isn't it, Viola?

I like the quiet.
Though it doesn't seem

like I'm going to get any. Who're you?

Frankie Drake.
I'm a private investigator.

This is my associate Mary Shaw.

I'm a big fan, Miss Kelly.

And I am sorry that we're interrupting

your quiet time,
but your teammates told us

- that we could find you here.
- We'd like to ask you

a few questions about Dorothy.

Shoot.

Well, it appears that Dorothy
was attacked last night.

You know anything about that?

Attack Dorothy? Are you nuts?

Well, someone beat her up
and she died because of it.

She'd eat me alive in a fight.

Not if you had a weapon.

Want to search me
for a sock full of pennies?

We know you had a grudge against her

from your days as a Sparrow.

She walked around
like she owned the team,

with the coach tied around
her little finger.

So maybe you wanted
to knock her down a few pegs.

I'm not going to kill a person
to win a ball game.

That's plain crazy.

Well, maybe you wanted
to knock her out of the lineup.

You had a few drinks,
got a few bad ideas,

then you ran into her last night.

Hold on.

Last night, I was in Windsor.

You didn't travel here with your team?

This is ladies baseball.

You think the owners
are going to pony up

for us to stay in a hotel?

Where are you staying tonight?

They didn't have a choice
with the game postponed.

But they've got us four to a room.

Your coach will back this up?

Our train pulled into Toronto
an hour before game time.

Now, if you'll quit wasting my time...

She was your teammate once.

You could at least pretend
that you're sad.

Don't worry, Mary.

This game is far from over.

So someone beat up Dorothy
bad enough to break her rib.

But she was so tough,
she still suited up

- for the game today.
- And then that same person

tampered with her cleats.

Desperate move by a no-good cheater.

The other team wasn't even in town.

So who benefits from
the best player in the league

missing the championship game?

Mary, you're in the
bleachers every game.

Do you see a lot of gambling going on?

If I was on duty,
I'd have my hands full,

- that's for sure.
- The Sparrows

are the heavy favourites.

So if some high roller
bet on the Comets,

- then took Dorothy out...
- He could win a fortune.

We need to retrace Dorothy's
steps from last night.

I'm on it.

I'm going to track down Redwood.

Catchers know their pitchers
better than anyone.

Maybe she heard something.

And I assume you'll be
knocking down the doors

of Toronto's finest bookmakers?

There's only one bookmaker in town

who deals with that kind of action.

Frankie, be careful.

The gambling world is a
dark place to dive into.

Bouquet or wreath?

I was told this is where I should go

if I want to get in on some action.

No business without a referral.

I'm just looking to
make the Sparrows game

a little more interesting tomorrow.

Yeah, I don't know
what you're talking about.

It's just a flower shop. Hit the road.

My money's just as good
as anyone else's.

You need to leave
before I make you leave.

Who's in charge around here?

It's just a flower shop.

It's alright, Dario. I'll handle this.

Twenty dollar minimum.

This ain't a nickel and dime shop.

I assume you accept cash?

Gonna need a name for the ledger.

Frankie.

And you chose today
to suddenly start gambling.

Women's league suddenly got
a bit more interesting.

- And you are?
- Bessie Starkman.

Take the cash out slowly or...

Dario here will get itchy.

What are the odds
on the Sparrows tomorrow?

Pays three-to-two.

Won't get rich on that.

Comets were fourteen-to-one longshot

until that player dropped dead
and made a mess of my odds.

Still. Got to support the home team.

Let's see the money.

You're not the usual type
we get in here.

Guys with too much money

who can't help themselves.

Well, we all have our layers.

Books judged by cover and all that.

Right. All that.

Point is, you win?

Come collect.

You lose? Don't come crying.

I know what I'm getting into.

I'm not so sure you do.

What can I get you?

Uh... Nothing.

I don't drink alcohol,
seeing as it is against the law.

Oh, is it?

I'm looking for Redwood Richardson

and I understand she's a regular here.

I can't get you an autograph.

Have you seen her today?

You think I'll answer that
just 'cause you asked?

Alright. Alright.

I'll ask again when I'm in
my Morality Officer uniform

and I've come to shut down
this establishment.

- Alright. Look...
- Stop.

Just hold that thought.

Alright, alright, go.

Redwood was seeing triple
about an hour ago.

I asked her to leave.

She kicked me. It hurt.
And then she left.

Well, did she say where she was going?

She was too busy kicking me.

What about while she was imbibing?

Did she say anything then?
Maybe about her team.

She wouldn't shut up about Dorothy.

Well, her teammate did just pass away.

Yeah, sure, she was sad, but...

It was different.

Like she was hurt.

I didn't think Redwood
even had feelings.

If you see her again,

could you ask her to
call the police station

and ask for Mary Shaw?

As long as you don't bring
the squad down here.

Sure.

I'll kill them.

I'll kill them.

Whoever laid a hand on Dorothy
better stay out of my sight.

Who would hurt her?

Practice ended at 5pm.

Then what?

We had a team dinner.

Dorothy seemed fine.
A bit preoccupied,

but that's normal before any big game.

After dinner, did you go out?

Yeah. We went out to the Clover Club.

I didn't last too long.

But you were sitting with her
for a while, weren't you?

Yeah, she was laughing.

Excited. But then...

Something happened.

It's team business.

Getting to the bottom of this
is what matters to the team. So?

Redwood just tore a strip off her.

- About what?
- I don't know.

Teammates fight.

They went to a private corner, argued.

Then Dorothy left out the back door.

Listen, are we done?
I gotta get to work.

Did Redwood follow her out back?

It's not my job to
babysit the starters.

Alright? You're gonna have
to ask Redwood.

Redwood Richardson!

Uh... Detective Greyson,

- might I have a moment?
- No time, Shaw.

Staff Sergeant dumped
Ty Cobb over there on me

right at quitting time. The nerve!

- What's she in for?
- Public nuisance.

And you know I just
don't have the time

for this. I've got
better things to do.

Why don't you release her
into my custody?

I was actually looking for her.

She's got a game tomorrow
and I was thinking...

I'll release her to you.

Right after she sleeps it
off in the drunk tank.

Detective, do you like baseball?

Officer Shaw...

- Yes! I love baseball.
- Oh!

Ever since my father

put a glove in my hand
when I was three years old.

- You too!
- Hmm-mm.

Wow! So since we both share this deep

and abiding passion for the game,

perhaps in this instance

- you could make an exception...
- Nice try, Shaw.

You'll get her tomorrow.

That's our cue.

That was easy.

How are you going
to break into the safe?

- I have my ways.
- Spy training?

- Spy training.
- I'll keep watch.

You crooks took my man
for everything he got!

He even bet my wedding ring!

It's despicable!

Why would anyone let a man
bet something like that, uh?

That's between you and him.

- Listen here!
- OK. Woah!

I want my damn money back.
And I want my ring!

And I want taxi money. It's dark out!

I'm not in charge, sweetheart.
I don't own the joint.

- Fine! Fine. Look.
- Hey!

You know what?
If you won't give my money back,

then you ought to come with
me to give him a whooping.

I... That's not what I do.

Teach that damn fool a lesson.

Maybe I can even
get a shot at him myself.

Are you mad?

What is wrong with you?

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Let go of me, you brute
or I'm screaming for the police.

Uh!

Sorry! I don't...

$500 on the Sparrows.

A thousand on the Sparrows.

People have way too much money!

Soon parted.

Look at that.
There's $200 on the Comets.

No, not enough.

It had to be worth their while.

Well, look at this.

$2,000 on the Comets
just two days before the game

and when the odds
were still fourteen to one.

- So they stood to win $28,000.
- Oh!

That is motive.

Looks like the name is George Windsor.

I'm willing to guess
the King of England

isn't gambling on women's baseball

in Toronto. That's our the guy.

- We expecting anyone?
- No.

I brought her
straight from the station.

She vomited twice
on the way over here.

OK...

I'm not in the mood to talk.

How about a little hair of the dog?

That'll work.

Championship at stake.

Everything else going on...
You must be tense.

Rookies get tense.

I'm delightful.

We know you and Dorothy
got into a fight

the night before she died.

The thing at the Clover?

It's team business.

That team business turned physical?

If I had hit Dorothy,

she wouldn't have gotten back up.

Well, that's not an alibi.

You just admitted you got
into a fight with her.

Argument.

I... I never said fight.

So you followed her out back
and knocked her up a little

so she missed the game?

Why would I want
to bench our best player?

I can think of about
28,000 reasons why.

What's with you broads?

First you say I want to
beat up my teammate,

now you're talking gibberish.

We know a high roller bet big money

- against the Sparrows.
- And we know

Dorothy was attacked
the night before the game.

- You a gambler?
- Uh...

You think...

You think I beat up Dorothy
so she'd miss the game?

It's a theory.

You got this all wrong.

What do you mean?

Enlighten us.

The day before the game, at practice,

Dorothy's pitches were... strange.

Strange how?

The spots she kept hitting
in the strike zone

would have gotten cranked for sure.

I knew exactly what she was doing.

Catcher always knows.

No way.

Not Dorothy.

So that's why I got up
in her face at the Clover.

I told her I knew what she was up to.

I asked how she could
live with herself.

You're saying...

That the greatest female
baseball player of all time

was dirty? Yeah.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Dorothy Lloyd was going to
throw the championship game.

Why would Dorothy Lloyd,
the best player in the league,

throw a championship game?

These women barely get paid
enough to get by.

Another payday would be tempting.

But where did Dorothy
get $2,000 to bet on the Comets?

Clearly it's the Black Sox
all over again!

Shoeless Joe and the rest of them,

they didn't bet their own money.

A bunch of high rollers
paid off the players

to throw the 1919 World Series.

And then the gamblers,
they made off like bandits!

So we think a smaller version
is playing out here?

Yeah!

But if this 'George Windsor'
paid her to throw the game,

he wouldn't have attacked her.

Then who?

Maybe another teammate caught wind.

I would be upset too.

Could be.

Take her out of the game
before she loses on purpose.

Right. But she still
made it to the game,

so they tampered with her cleats.

The whole team was
at the Clover Club that night.

It could be any one of them.

That is a lot of players to question.

What we really need
is someone on the inside.

Right.

Someone who can sniff out
the players who knew

that Dorothy was throwing the game.

Who do you think?

Good thing we've have a ringer.

Oh!

Yes!

Alright, ladies, bring it in!

Alright.

What happened yesterday
was real a punch in the gut.

We're all gonna grieve for her
in our own way tomorrow.

But today...

Today, Dorothy would want us to play

like it was last time
playing on a ball diamond.

Because you never know when
that last time is going to be.

So let's make this one count.

Let's win this for Dorothy!

- Yeah!
- Alright?

One other thing. Mary Shaw here
is our emergency call-up

for the open roster spot, so...

Make her feel welcome.

Thanks, Coach.

It's such an honour to be here.

I know that Dorothy
meant a lot to all of us.

So what do we do first?

Ground balls, batting practice?

They... just miss Dorothy

and they're taking it out on you.

Right. I'll try not to
take it too personally.

I figured Dorothy's
cleats still held a clue.

Well, whoever attacked Dorothy
tempered with those cleats.

They wanted her out of that game.

You see how there's
a scuff marks on the sole

of the shoe where the spikes
have been pried loose?

It looks like someone
was trying to jam something

under the left side of the spikes.

Exactly. If you turn it like this...

There's a little blue smudge.

Yeah. Looks like there's some paint

that rubbed off from the leather.

Look at this.

See how the wooden handle
is rubbing the shoe?

It's in the same spot
as the blue smudge.

Which means someone used a tool

with a painted blue handle
to pry the spikes loose.

Find that blue tool, find the guy.

Great work, Flo!

The whole team was here that night.

Those girls... They drank more
than the fellows.

To the Sparrows!

Tomorrow, we show everyone
what we can really do!

- Here, here!
- Cheers! Woo!

And did you see Dorothy
go out the back door?

I'd done the same thing too
if Redwood was yelling at me.

- I saw with my own two eyes!
- No, I didn't. Take it back!

I know what you did!

- I would never!
- You did and I saw!

- You saw?
- Tell me right now!

I might actually get to play tomorrow.

What about anyone else?

Maybe one of the players?

Nope. Just the coach.

Excuse-me.

Evelyn, did you see Dorothy?

Dutch said that he left early.

He did.

Then he came back,
spoke to some of the players

and then left out the back door.

Same time as Dorothy?

Maybe 10 minutes later?

Just out there?

I must admit...

I am a bit nervous.

It's a big game.

How about you?
Big game, lots of pressure.

Fans, reporters out there...

Gamblers...

Hey, how about those Black Sox?

How about that, right?

Shaw!

You're up to bat!

Yeah!

How about those Black Sox?

They're in for life!

It's not the kinf of thing
you want to talk about

- on the field.
- Yeah,

but it serves them right,
though, don't you think?

You talk too much, rookie.

Don't worry, I'm still on my mission.

I'm just having
a little bit of trouble

- breaking through.
- Shut up and don't talk to me.

OK.

So, just in theory...

What would it take
to throw a game like this?

Just... just in theory.

Shaw!

Come here.

Hey, Coach, did you see my land drive?

Just a second ago?

When I agreed to add you to the team,

Frankie didn't say
anything about a fix.

So why are you riling all my players?

Coach, Frankie has reason
to believe that Dorothy

was paid to lose the game on purpose.

You be careful what you say about her!

Believe me, it breaks my heart
just as much as the next...

You do not get to accuse her. Alright?

No, Coach, I'm just
telling you the evidence.

The evidence?

- Where's Frankie now?
- She's...

She's at the Clover Club.

Redwood!

You're in charge!

Shaw!

Ten lapses!

That's Dorothy's
lucky ladybug pendant.

And you're smearing
the name of a great woman,

- you know that?
- You said

that you left early that night,

but you came back.

I'll be damned if I let you
destroy her reputation.

The bartender saw you
follow Dorothy out here.

I was worried about her, that's why.

You knew that she was going
to throw the game.

- She was never gonna do that!
- So you attacked her.

No. I loved Dorothy.

You two were having an affair?

I wanted to marry her.

But she didn't want
anybody to know about us.

What would the girls on the team say?

So we had to play these...

...little games.

I'd leave the club
20 minutes before her.

If word got out she'd...

But she didn't meet you as planned.

She came out the back way.

So I came out here, but...

She wasn't here.

She was gone.

I asked what happened the
next morning at the game.

She didn't tell me
how much pain she was in.

This wasn't your fault.

She's still gone.

Did you pick the lock or will
I need a new bathroom window?

Your bet has been disqualified.

So you're here to give me a refund?

Every evening, I glue one single hair

across the door of my safe.

Well, that can't be good
for your scalp.

You think I wasn't onto you

the moment you walked in to my shop?

Toronto's only female PI.

Maybe you need better security.

You're gonna tell me
what you were fishing for

or I'll have Dario start
breaking your toes

and work his way up from there.

You should be thanking me.

There was a fix on yesterday's game.

Maybe today's as well.

No one makes a fix in this town

without my permission
and a commission.

Well, I have a name.

George Windsor.

Would have thought
his majesty would be more

of a high stakes poker type.

He has $2,000 on the Comets.

If he wins, he cleans you out.

Uh!

So now you're an expert
on my business?

He had the star player
Dorothy Lloyd in his pocket.

- Not possible.
- I have it on good authority.

- She was going to fix the game.
- Dorothy walked into my shop

and made a bet on her own team
to win in a shutout.

She changed her mind.

She ain't my concern.

But some twobit mook trying
to make a fix in my town

without my permission? That is.

You find him and
you bring him back to me.

And maybe I'll reconsider
having Dario break your legs.

I'll find George Windsor.

You can bet on it.

So, after getting an earful
from Redwood at the club,

Dorothy must have changed her mind

and told 'King George' she was out.

So he beat her up in the alley
so she could miss the game.

He's got a $28,000 payday on this.

- A lot at stake.
- We have to believe

that one other dirty player
in still his pocket.

Coach and I will be watching
with eagle eyes.

If any of the Sparrows
are in on this fix,

we'll spot them.

I'll keep my ears open
in the bleachers.

A gambler this close to a big score

might feel like bragging.

Let's play ball.

Let's go, ladies!

- Strike!
- Yeah, Evelyn!

George Windsor could be anyone.

Anywhere.

He's gonna try to control the game

any way possible.

No extra pressure.

What are we gonna do with her
on top of everything else?

One problem at a time.

Isn't that Detective Greyson?

That might complicate things.

That's an out!

- That was an easy out.
- Nah...

Didn't look dirty to me.

Alright, Evelyn!

Keep it up!

Come on, come on, come on! Come on!

Come on, come on!

- One and a half second!
- Double play!

- Woman on the first!
- Second and right field

look clean.

Maybe King George
doesn't have another player

in his pocket after all.

It's not over yet.

Ball one!

What the deuce, Evelyn?

Enough of the fat pitches. Come on!

Get it together!

She's getting tired.

Come on, Evelyn!

Ball two!

For Pete's sake, Evelyn!

Time out!

Time!

Do you think there's anything to this?

Uh...

Redwood can be a bit passionate.

Let's just see how this one plays out.

Did you hit your head
and forget the signals?

I was calling for a curve.
Donna can't hit them!

I'm just nervous. Get off my back.

Take your nerves and shove them.

This is the championship game.

Ball three!

Come on, Evelyn!

Whose team are you on?

First Dorothy, now you?

Sounds like Redwood
is pretty convinced.

Alright.

Shaw, I want you to start
warming up quick.

Wait, what? Me?

Are there any other Shaws
on the bench? Yes, you!

Yes, coach. No, Coach!

I can't... I can't...

You said you're a pitcher, right?

Yeah, but in ladies rec league. I...

Well, get out there
and pitch, then. Go on!

Go on! Get warmed up!

Redwood! What's going on?

She's dirty.

Can't trust anyone anymore.
I swear! It ain't even worth it.

- How do you know?
- I already told you.

A catcher always knows.

She's not even being smart about it.

Ignoring all the signals.
It's obvious.

Shaw holds the Comets
for the next two winnings,

- we win it all.
- Good luck.

Come on!

Mary!

Your girl better be up for this.

Come on, Mary!

Bring the steamboat!

Toot-toot!

Sixty feet, six inches.

Come on, Shaw.

So if George Windsor paid up Evelyn...

He loses his ace in the hole.

He's going to show himself.

I'm going to look for him.

I'll go talk to Evelyn.
Just be careful.

You saw what this guy did to Dorothy.

Shut out the noise.

Just focus on the ball.

It's just another game.

Sixty feet, six inches.

Just breathe.

Strike!

Nice one, Rookie!

Come on, Mary! Throw a touchdown!

Redwood says you were putting
the fix on this game.

Redwood's got a big mouth
and a small brain.

Is that how you want to be known?

Another dirty ballplayer
like the Black Sox?

You ever play through a bad hamstring

and then find out
at the end of the week

the team can't make payroll?

No?

Then what do you know?

So you double cross your own team?

I ain't admitting to nothing.

The cleats alone will land you in jail

if I prove that you did it.

I never touched... Listen.

Dorothy knew what she was
getting herself into.

She came to her senses.

No. What Dorothy did
was hang me out to dry.

She got selfish.

Excuse-me.

Ball one!

Sorry, excuse-me.

Buddy, I got money here.
I'm paying good money.

Dorothy is dead
and someone is responsible.

Yeah, someone is. And it ain't me.

Hey, Brody, what's going on?

You've got a line
of customers waiting.

Just watching the game.

George Windsor...

But if we can't find
this George Windsor,

then I'll hand you over to the police.

You can't do that.

All I did was pitch.

What're you looking at?

Nothing. You know what?
I'm not so hungry after all.

Actually, hold on a minute.

Sorry folks. Sold out.
Closing up shop.

You really want to hang
for some gambler

who paid you a few bucks?

He promised to pay us $500 each.

You have to understand.

That's more than I make
in an entire season.

I need a name.

Brody.

The hot dog guy.

Ball one!

- It's over, Brody.
- He's got a gun!

I've worked too hard for this.

Actually, you just flipped
hot dogs and threatened women.

You're going to go tell
your little friend on the mound

to quit pitching so well or this one

is gonna join Dorothy in the morgue.

Well, I've got another friend here.

I'm sure you know her.
Bessie Starkman.

She knows about your scam.

Her plan is to make sure

the rest of your short miserable life

is in extreme pain.

You're lying.

She's right over there.

Home run!

What now? We can't just...

give him over to her, can we?

You keep an eye on him.

I'll deal with Bessie.

So...

You got someone for me?

Detective Greyson!

Drake?

I have a prestent for you
behind the hot dog stand.

You might need a stretcher.

My partner's there. She'll explain.

You turn up in the strangest of places

with the strangest people.

Excuse-me.

That was a very bad play.

I said that I would catch King George.

I never said
that I would hand him over.

That part of the deal was implied.

That's the problem
with verbal agreements.

I'm not a pawn to be used,
Frankie Drake.

I'm a queen.

And now, I'm an enemy.

Come on, Mary!

She's a palooka!
Throw it straight at her face!

Strike!

Come on, Mary!

She's on fire.

Four to three for the Sparrows.

Two out and the bases are full.

- Loaded.
- Naw,

they can't serve booze here.

No, I mean... Never mind.

Well, that was fun.

Did Greyson say thank you?

Well, he was a little bewildered,

but he could appreciate the easy bust.

- How's our girl doing?
- She's dominating.

Two more strikes, Shaw.

Just breathe.

It's just another game.

Oh no!

If that drops in,
Comets will take the lead!

Foul ball! Strike two!

This game is one cruel mistress.

OK. One more strike

and the Sparrows win it all.

OK, this is it. Just breathe.

Come on, Mary!

Come on, Shaw. One more strike.

- Ball three!
- Time out!

Time!

- Ball three!
- Did you see that?

Focus.

Right now, you have one job.

And that's to throw the stupide ball

over the stupid plate!

OK. For Dorothy.

For her.

One more strike.

Sixty feet, six inches.

This is for Dorothy.

Just breathe.

Come on, Mary!

Just breathe.

Sixty feet, six inches.

Strike three!

Mary! You were amazing!

Wait, wait! What about the case?

We got him. Enjoy this!

I was hoping you would say that!

Eat your heart out, Babe Ruth.

There's a new babe in town!

This is equally
exhilarating and nauseating

at the same time!

I just want to say thank you.

It was a team effort, right?

Dorothy would have loved this.

I think she would have
wanted you to have this.

This means a lot.

Enjoy this.

She'd want you to.

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