All language subtitles for S01 EP02 Show Me The Way To Go Home eng

TESS:
That's good.

That's good.

Just level it out.

MONICA:
I think I'm getting
the hang of it now.

Oh, it just takes
a little practice.

Just relax and let go.

Okay.

Ah, shoot.

Oh, don't worry about it.
You'll have it

when you need it.

Are you sure
this is how it's done?

You are speaking to the angel
who told the Babe

which way to point.

And you know who
kept Kirk Gibson

in that locker room till he was
ready to hit that home run?

Now keep your eye on the ball

and line up
your knuckles.

Fire away.

(whooping)

(laughing)

Yes!

Yes! Yes!

(Monica laughing)

(young men cheering
and shouting)

(dove cooing)

YOUNG MAN:
Way to go! Good stuff!
Whoo!

YOUNG MAN 2:
Heads up!
Heads up!

YOUNG MAN 3:
I got it! I got it!

All right!

Okay, come on. Hustle!

Bring it in!

Get around!

Come on, Dink.
Get off your heels.

Come on, Dink. Take it to it.

COACH:
Come on, Dink.

This isn't a putting green.

You call yourself a ballplayer?

Huh? Do ya?

Do ya?

Can't hear ya!

Yes.

Let's go.
Put some pop in that bat.

Drive that ball. Let's go.

Come on, gang!

Yeah, man, come on.

Get some pop in that bat.

COACH:
Get off your heels,
Dink. Let's go.

Bring it home.
Bring it home.

Oh, for God's sakes.

I can't take this.
You're hopeless.

If you don't care

about the game, son,
let us know.

Don't put the rest of us
through this.

Come on, now.

What are you waiting for,
an invitation?

TESS:
They're expecting you.
This week,

you'll be substituting
for the history teacher.

He's on jury duty.

Perfect.

I'll simply reminisce.

And you'll also be covering

his extracurricular
responsibilities.

He's the assistant
baseball coach.

Assistant coach to him?

Uh-huh.

Reset!

Heads up!

Oh, hold it, guys.

Hold it.

How can he hit the ball
if it's thrown like that?

You see that white thing
in front of him, huh?

That's the plate.
17 inches wide.

Do you think you can get
that ball over the plate?

That's the idea
of pitching.

Pitch the ball
over the plate.

Come on, now.
What do you say?

He's got a temper the size
of Montana, this coach.

Oh, but the wind
is changing.

A mighty storm is rising.

And the rains are about to fall
hard on that man.

And he's going to
need an angel to
hold the umbrella.

Me.

Don't back up on it.

Tess, I know him.

Yes, you do.

That's why you're the angel
for the job.

Well...

Earl, it's nice
to see you again.

Heads up!

See, I told you

you'd have it
when you needed it.

(chuckling)

You trying
to kill somebody, Dink?

Damn metal bats.

I guess it's time
to play ball, huh?

(chuckling)

♪ ♪

♪ When you walk down the road ♪

♪ Heavy burden, heavy load ♪

♪ I will rise ♪

♪ And I will walk with you ♪

♪ I'll walk with you ♪

♪ Till the sun
don't even shine ♪

♪ Walk with you ♪

♪ Every time, I tell you,
I'll walk with you ♪

♪Walk with you♪

♪ Believe me,
I'll walk with you. ♪

You all right?

You okay?

I'm really sorry.

It's okay.

I'm fine, really.

What a catch.

Lucky catch.

I don't believe in luck.

That's an awfully solid
swing you have there.

Oh, don't encourage him, lady.

It seems to me
that encouragement

goes a lot farther with a person
than yelling.

Losers get encouraged.

Winners get coached.

Come on, guys.

That's funny.

I thought you caught a lot
more fleas with honey.

(quietly):
Flies.

Flies.

Well... you do
it your way,

I'll do it mine.

Don't mind if I do.

May I?

Thank you.

It's Dink, isn't it?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Well, come on with me, Dink.

PLAYER:
Hey, guys, check it out!

Which one of those sweet
little boys is yours?

You can spot a proud mother
a mile away, I guess.

It's Peter...
Peter Enloe.

And I'm Laura.

My name is Tess,
and that's my friend, Monica.

If you could recommend

a place in this town

where an honest woman
could get a T-bone steak,

I sure would be grateful.

Well, as a matter
of fact,

I run a sports bar
right off the highway.

Best steaks in the county.

No!

Isn't that interesting

that I found you just in time?

When you get frustrated,

you take your head
out of the game.

And you have

to keep it in.

So, just relax...
shoulders back.

Keep your weight
on your back leg.

Nice easy swing.

You know you're good.

Just let it happen.

Oh, and line up
your knuckles.

PLAYER:
All right!

The Dinkman!

Base hit.

Good swing, Dink.

All right, Enloe,
get in here.

Now, don't think...
don't relax...

just do it.

Ah!

ROWLEY:
Yes!

That one's going
to need a passport.

All right, let's see what
the other ballerinas can do.

Let's go!

Are you a parent or a relative
or something?

No.

But we've met before,
right?

Do I look familiar?

Look, see...

See, we get a lot
of baseball freaks around here--

people want to put
their two cents in--

and all it does
is jam the kids' minds,

so... don't interfere.

This is a private practice,
players and coaches only.

I know.

So...

You know
that new assistant coach?

The one who's substituting
for the history teacher?

No way.

What do you
want me to say?

I asked the county

for somebody who
was qualified in
baseball and history

and her name was at
the top of the list.

As a matter of fact,

Earl, she was
the only one available.

It's unacceptable.

Well, you're going to have
to accept it.

What's the matter
with you lately?

You're a lot meaner
than usual.

Big game Friday.

We going to win?

(chuckles)

You know why you're
not a coach, Artmeir?

'Cause you got to ask.

Showers, guys.

Come on, move it.

(players talking at once)

Enloe... in my office.

(groaning and razzing)

Yeah, Coach?

This won't take long.

Shut the door.

I'm making you team captain.

Wow!

"Wow"?

"Wow" is no answer.

Come on, Peter.
Be more articulate.

Thanks, Coach.

I can do it.

Don't jerk my chain, son.

You're the best ballplayer
in four counties

and you would've been ticked

if you hadn't made
team captain.

It's a big responsibility...

all those cheerleaders
to fight off.

(both laughing)

But you can handle it.

I can.

One more thing.
Sit down.

Friday's game against West.

We're gonna win, no problem.

You have to do better
than win, Peter.

The baseball scout
I told you about,

my old buddy from the Army?

He's scouting
for Southern Colorado now.

He'll be here Friday
for the game.

Oh, that's great!

He's got
a freshman spot available

at Southern.

And I told him all about you.

Yeah?

The problem is he's going to be
checking out this kid

from West High
for the same spot.

Whoever he likes
gets the full scholarship

and all that
goes with it, so...

you got to do
more than win.

Understand?

Yes, sir, I do.

You got to play like
your life depends on it.

'Cause it does.

Yeah!

Yeah...

Glasses here.

Seltzer, soda, beer.

You have worked as
a bartender, right?

Hmm... honey,
you know the martini?

You know the olive?

You know that little
red thing in the middle?

That was my idea,
the little red thing.

Well, I sure could use
the help.

But the pay is low.

You just keep cookin'
them T-bone steaks.

I am very happy.

(laughing)

My husband
loved those, too.

Must be hard
without him.

It is.

Especially the parent part.

Sometimes I lie awake at night
and wonder:

did I say the right thing
to my son?

Should I have let him do this?

Should I have said no
to that?

What would Frank have done?

He would be doing
the same things you're doing.

I don't know.

Truth is, I'm much too easy
on Peter.

I think he gets his discipline
from baseball.

You saw the coach today, right?

Saw, heard,
and experienced him.

I know Earl's a lot

to take at first.

But he is the local hero.

Captain of the varsity team
the year we took state.

First kid
from this town

to get an
athletic scholarship.

First guy I knew
around here

to actually have a future bigger
than working the factory.

Of course, a Purple Heart
changed all that.

He's turned pretty bitter
losing his shot.

But he still knows how to win.

And somebody
like that...

taking an interest
in my boy?

Well, it gives Peter
a chance, you know?

Another round, barkeep!

Two drafts and a cranberry juice
coming up.

Thank you.

Well, if it isn't Tommy Lasorda.

(chuckles softly)

Good evening, Coach.

You know, you don't strike me
as the cranberry juice type.

(chuckles softly)

I'm in training.

Really?

(laughing)

You said you got a job,
but a barkeeper?

Well, she didn't need
a stripper.

Hi, Monica.
Oh, hello.

Have you told her?

Not yet.

EARL:
I have an announcement to make.

Cut the music!

Can I stand up

on this?

Coach, after Friday,
you can have that bench.

Thank you.

All right, I have a toast
I want to make.

Peter, get over here.

Come on.
Everybody raise 'em up.

Everybody lift 'em.

Here we go.

Hey, Coachette, what
the hell is that?

It's the best I can do
on short notice.

What?

What did you say?

It's the best I could do
on short notice.

Come on, Earl.

Make your toast.

Yeah, tonight...

I want to toast
this great kid.

Hard work, skill,
determination...

And great coaching.

You're damn straight.

Peter Enloe has
accomplished

what most of you losers
here can only dream of.

He's about to get
a scholarship,

and a ride out of this
dead-end, one-horse town.

Now, Friday, this
kid's going to play

the game of his
life, right? Huh?

And I want all of your
butts in the bleachers

to cheer him on!

Here we go!

(cheering and whooping)

Hold it.

You got to drink
what you toast,

or it doesn't work.

Well... oh, now, Coach,

don't tell me
you're superstitious?

Malicious is
more like it.

Hey, Coachette,
drink what you toast.

It's a tradition.

(people murmuring)

You're not going
to be rude, now,

are you?

MAN:
Bottoms up.

(good-natured laughter)

EARL:
Hold it!

Step back.

(cheering and laughter)

Peter...

(laughing)

May the road rise before you,

may your swing
be straight,

may the ball
fly high and far,

and may God himself
bring you home.

Oh, come on, Franco. This is
baseball we're playing here.

If you can't get that
into that pea brain of yours

there's an opening
on the girls' flag team.

Sorry, coach.

Stand over there.

Now, watch me.

Here you go.

Your weight back,
your hands loose, loose grip,

sit to hit.

(player wolf whistles)

(team hooting and hollering)

(applause)

What the hell is this?

It was the best I
could do on short notice.

All right, Coachette.

Let's take some infield.

May I?

Bats are over there.

No one uses that
bat but the coach.

His father gave it to him

after he hit his
first home run.

He hit a grand
slam with it

in division finals,

won a state
championship with it.

He's always got it.

And he'll probably
die with it.

Here. Here's a good one.

Thank you.

All right, guys, look alive.

Let's hustle.

Third base.

That's it.

That a babe.
Come on now.

Damn it, Dink.

You know, I'm going to change
your name from Dink to Stink

'cause you stink, son.

nd there with
that goofy look on your face.n.

The play isn't over
because you made an error.

It's what you do after
you miss the ball.

Get the ball!

Hustle!

Peter!

Yeah, coach?

You're the captain.

How many laps do you think
it'll take Mr. Whitten here

before he learns to hustle?

I don't know. A couple?

A couple,
he won't break a sweat.

Uh... five?

Five, my grandmother
wouldn't break a sweat.

He was trying, Coach.

He was. I saw him.

Take it easy, Coachette.

Now, you're not getting soft
on Stinky here

because he's your
friend, are you?

He's a man.
He can take it.

If you're a man,
you can dish it out.

Now, let me give you a hint.

We're talking
double-digits here.

Ten.

Ten!

Ten, the captain said.

Ten unforgettable laps.

Hustle.

Come on, now! Reset!

Sometimes I hate him so much
I could kill him.

EARL:
You pickin' daisies?

Stand up. Let's
get in the game!

All right.

He asks Peter--Peter--

to decide how many laps
to give him.

The man is impossible.

I can't change him.

Of course not.

That's not your job.

Will you go easy

on that?

I think I'm starting to like it.

So what is my job?

I mean, if he needs an umbrella,
why doesn't it rain?

Tess, why doesn't
something happen?

It's been raining all along.

You just haven't noticed.

The storm
is on the inside.

Hi, Coach. Here for dinner?

Yeah, whatever you got.

Coach.

What can I do you for?

Uh...

Cranberry juice.

Hitting the sauce
a little hard, are we?

Thanks.

Can I ask you a question?

(clears throat)

Because it works.

Hard on the kids
because it works.

It has to work
or they lose.

You know...

they let down their guard
for one minute

or they get sloppy
for an instant,

that's the opening
the enemy is waiting for

and bingo, they're dead.

But this is baseball.

These are kids
playing against kids.

Not the enemy.

No difference.

Today it's baseball.

Someday it'll be something else.

The kids have got to learn
to fight to win a in job, or...

Or in a war?

So that's how it happened...
in the war.

You got sloppy and you got hurt?

Are you really

trying to save these kids
from the same thing?

Or do you just need
to make someone pay for it?

(wry laugh)

Enloe?

Yeah, Coach?

Your friend do
all his laps today?

Yeah.

Good.

I expect him to do

five more before
tomorrow's practice.

Unless that'll upset you
too much.

You got too much
riding on Friday's game.

So if Dink

doesn't shape
up, Captain,

you're going to have to
kick him off the team.

(school bell rings)

(kids talking)

MONICA:
"To be or not to be,
that is the question

"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

"to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune

"or to take arms against the sea
of troubles and by opposing

end them."

Now, who can give me
an example from history

of someone
who faced this dilemma

whether to
fight back or not?

Jennifer?

The Boston Tea Party.

Excellent.

Dumping the tea to protest

the king's unfair tax
was a brave risk.

It started the Revolution,

not to mention the harbor
smelled of Earl Grey for weeks.

(laughing)

Another one.

Rosa Parks-- refused to move

to the back of the bus.
Good.

Sometimes we have to
stand up and fight

for what we believe in,

and sometimes it takes even
more courage to stay put,

to hold your ground

and refuse
to be bullied.

That doesn't always stop it.

No, it doesn't change the bully,
but it changes you.

(school bell rings)

Okay, that's it for today.

BOY:
Okay, let's go.

Tomorrow we play West.

They're good. They're tough.

And if they win, guys,
they go to division, not you.

So I need a team of fighters,
not crybabies.

Come on, now.

Stretch, Watkins,

or you'll be doing laps
like Stinky here.

What?

Did you do your five laps

for your captain today,

Dinkman?

I didn't tell him.

What?

I didn't tell him.

I didn't make him run.

Get over here, Enloe.

I gave you an order.

Well, I'm the captain,
and I say no.

Well, I'm the coach,

and I say ten.
Both of you, now!

I'm not going
to be bullied.

Fifteen!

Why don't you kiss my...

You watch what
you're saying, Mister.

Don't touch me!
I'll do what I want.

Peter!

You're out of here,
Mister.

You can forget
about Friday's game.

The scout, the scholarship
and the rest of your lousy life.

Now you're off my team.

Now get the hell
off of my field

before I show you
what a real punch is.

Now!

Peter, no, no, don't do it.

Coach...

Get away!

Coach!

Are you all right?

MONICA:
Peter, call an ambulance.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Collins to Three West.

Dr. Collins
to Three West, please.

How is he?

I don't know. I...

I didn't even think
I hit him that hard.

Is the young man here

who punched
Coach Rowley?

That's me.

Well, I won't go into the ethics

of a young man
punching out the coach,

but I will tell you that,
except for some redness

and slight tenderness
on Mr. Rowley's jaw,

that's all you
did to him.

Then why did he fall down?

I'm sorry.

I can't discuss
his condition

with anyone beside family.

He doesn't have
any family.

Well, I still need his consent.

Then, can we see him?

No, I'm sorry.

He doesn't want any visitors.

Maybe we should
all go home.

We'll see him tomorrow.

I think
that's a good idea.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Ortho Tech to Pediatrics.

Ortho Tech
to Pediatrics.

I'll catch up with you
in a minute, okay?

It's time, Monica.

I've come for the coach.

Tonight?

Soon.

(sighs)

I don't understand, Adam.

He looked fine.

Pancreas.

Doesn't start to really show
until the final phase.

And he fought me the whole way.

Started exercising.

He stopped drinking.

He just wouldn't give up.

Man's a real fighter.

Oh, I know.

How you doing, Coach?

That's a stupid question.

Well, technically,
it's meant to be a kind of a...

an ice-breaker.

You don't intimidate
easily, do you?

Could you cower a little
just to humor me?

It's okay to be scared,
you know?

I've been scared
once in my life,

and this is not it.

I know.

It was raining that day.

When I hit the dirt today,
I had this flashback thing.

Before I went out,

it all came back to me
in one second.

The rain, the war, the blood.

We had taken
terrible losses,

and the rain was turning
everything into mud.

Then I heard
this lieutenant

say the most horrible word
I ever heard: "advance."

So, we charge up
this hill.

I'm shooting
as fast I can, and, uh...

this guy pops up
in front of me

not ten yards away--

same size, same age--

just in a different uniform,
that's all.

(sighs)

And I let my guard down
for one second.

For one second,

I saw how
ridiculous war is.

And in that one second,
he shot first.

And I'm laying there

in the mud...

in the rain...

bleeding to death.

I start crying and, uh...

"This is it.

"I'm gonna die.

Oh, God, don't let me
die alone."

And then...

then, there you were,

all in white.

You're not
getting wet.

You're not
getting dirty.

You bandage me up,
and you say...

"It's the best I could do

BOTH:
on short notice."

(laughs)

You're...

you're an angel, aren't you?

(sighs)

So, what
am I supposed to do now,

thank you, is that it?

What do you mean?

What did you save my life for
if I couldn't get to live it?

I had a future to go home to.

Baseball was my life.

I was supposed
to be somebody,

and what am I?

A limping has-been, never-was
high school baseball coach.

A big fish in a stinking
little hometown pond.

You want to know
why I saved your life?

Because
there was something

you were supposed
to do with it.

You were supposed to share it.

You could have
let your guard down

every day for the rest
of your life,

and sent 100 boys to college.

You could have
let your guard down

and put your arms
around a thousand Dinks

and told them they were okay.

But what did you choose to do
with the gift?

Oh! You spent your life
thinking about what you'd lost,

making sure
that you'd never

let your guard
down again.

Never letting anybody in.

(scoffs)

Now it's too late.

You see,

because you're going to die

even more alone
than you ever were before.

I told you he needed
an umbrella,

but I didn't tell
you to hit him on
the head with it.

I know. I got angry.

Well, anger's
not so bad.

You just got
to be careful

where you put it.

So, now you're
sitting out here

contemplating the
infinite, huh?

And what it takes
to run it.

I can't see the plan, Tess.

I know I'm supposed
to do something,

but I don't know what.

He said
so many awful things.

You see, that anger
is clouding your brain.

Forget what he said.

What did you hear?

I heard fear.

Fear that his life
has been a waste.

He knows that he's dying,

and he knows that
he's dying by himself.

Oh, honey, we all
die by ourselves.

It's living by
ourselves that hurts.

What is he leaving
behind that will last?

I don't know.

Some of our
best living

is done through
the people we
leave behind.

Does he believe that?

I don't know
what he believes.

♪ The Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ His wonders to perform ♪

♪ He plants His footsteps
on the sea ♪

♪ And He rides
on every storm ♪

♪ But He is His
own interpreter ♪

♪ And He's gonna
make it plain... ♪

Don't worry, baby.

♪ The Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ His wonders to perform ♪

♪ He plants His footsteps
on the sea ♪

♪ And He rides on every storm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mmm, the Lord moves
in mysterious ways... ♪

Peter, you're back
on the team,

and you're playing
tomorrow.

But the coach...

I'm acting
on behalf of the coach.

He's okay, then?

He's going to be.

That's wonderful news.

To tell you the truth,
I was pretty worried.

I honestly didn't know
what we were going to do

if the coach kept him
out of that game.

But he'll be there
tomorrow, right?

We'll see.

Is he okay?

Don't worry.

Go home and
get some rest.

I'll see you at home.

What is Earl trying to do?

Laura, the coach is dying.

Oh, my God.

Did Peter...?

No, no, it had nothing
to do with Peter.

He'd been ill for months,
but he kept it hidden.

He is a proud man.

Then he didn't put Peter
back on the team, did he?

That was you.

Peter needs his chance.

But the chance means nothing
unless it comes from the coach.

The coach has brought him
this far.

He's got to take him
the rest of the way.

Then you must
go to him.

Talk to him.

Hello, Earl.

Laura.

It's not as bad as it looks.

No, of course not.

Monica's put Peter
back in tomorrow's game.

(chuckling)

I'd have put money on that.

She told Peter it was you.

What difference does it make?

The kid has his shot.

Who cares where it came from?

Peter cares.

You two have had your problems,

but whether you like it or not,
you're the closest thing

Peter has had
to a father.

Your approval still matters.

And if you...

If anything happens to you

before my son
can make amends with you,

then winning that game tomorrow
won't change Peter's life,

but remembering your last words
to him will.

MONICA:
Hello.

Oh, the angel of good cheer.

I can't die alone

if you're hanging
around, you know.

You told Laura,

didn't you?

Remember what you said,

that your life was a waste,

and that you were supposed
to be somebody?

(wry chuckle)

This is not my idea
of angels singing me to my rest.

Well, you can still be somebody.

You can.

You can help
that boy.

It doesn't take a lifetime.

It can take just a day.

If you had it,

would you
take it, Earl?

Would you?

(monitor beeping rapidly)

(rapid, irregular beeping)

(flatline tone beeping)

Adam...

You'll have
to step aside, Monica.

I'm sorry.

Ach, no. Adam, no.

Please don't make this
any harder.

Mr. Rowley?

Please, Adam, don't.

It's not like this guy deserves
another chance, you know.

That's why heneedsone.

(wind blowing gently)

(monitor resumes beeping)

Tomorrow, then.

(whispers):
You've got your
chance, Coach.

Now it's up to you.

(bat cracks)

That's two for two!

Got it!

Heads up, guys.

That's it!

There you go!

Come on!

Come on!
Second base.

That's it!

Tess, any last-minute pointers?

Well, same thing
I told the Babe:

Hit far and run fast.

That's it?

Well, I never got any
complaints out ofhim.

Is he here?

The scout?

I will pray for
his enlightenment.

MONICA:
Okay, fellas,
listen up.

Today, we're really
going to go out there a-a-and...

a-a-and kick butt.

But just in case
we get kicked instead,

I want each
and every one of you

to know that...
that you're terrific.

Well,thatwas inspiring.

UMPIRE:
Play ball!

Okay, let's go.

Go, go, go,
go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Come on!

Peter?

He's a real bastard,
you know that?

I understand how you feel.

I've never played a
game without him here.

Peter, that scout
up in the stands

is going to recognize
your talent today.

And you'll have to play
100 games without Coach Rowley.

Today might just be
the first of them.

(spectators cheering)

(whistling)

UMPIRE:
Batter up!

Safe!

(cheering)

He's outta there!

Yes.

Way to hustle,
Peter.

Great play!

(cheering)

Safe.

Nice try, Dink.

(cheering)

Come on, come on!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go home!

You're out.

(cheering)

I've lost it.

Second base, second base!

You're outta there!

(whooping)

Go, baby, go, go, go!

Safe!

MAN:
Ho-Hold up!

Strike three.

You're outta there.

Come on, Peter.

UMPIRE:
Time!

MONICA:
Let's go, Peter.

(yips)

(applause)

MONICA:
Bases loaded.

Two outs.

Run on anything.

UMPIRE:
Play ball!

Strike!

The other boy
the scout is considering?

That's him.

It's never simple, is it?

(clucks tongue)

Strike two.

TESS:
Take it easy, sweetheart.

EARL:
Relax, Enloe.

You get frustrated,

you take your head
out of the game.

Time, Blue?

UMPIRE:
Time!

(sighs)

I deserved that punch
the other day.

Yeah, I'm just sorry

that I'm the one
who had to give it to you.

You know, I've been
doing some thinking,

and, uh, I've
been pretty rough

on you guys the
last couple of weeks.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to hear it anymore.

You do the right thing,
you won't have to.

(chuckles)

Wait a minute.

Give me that bat.

Damn metal bats.

Here you go, pal.

Let's do it.

FAN:
All right,
stick to it, Pete!

Stick to it!
All right!

(cheering and applause)

Here we go!

Here, you're going
to need a couple
of swigs of this.

Hot sauce...

FAN:
Pete, it's all yours!
You got it.

Let's play ball.

Let's go.

Nice and easy now, Peter.

Swing!

(cheering)

Yes!

(cheering)

(whispers):
Home.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Stay, stay, stay!

EARL (whispers):
Home.

Come home.

Come home, kid.

(cheering)

Bring it on home.
Who loves you, baby?

(cheering stops)

Safe!

(cheering)

Yeah!

Yes!

(whooping)

MONICA:
Way to go, Peter.

Did you do that for me, kid?

Hell, no.

Attaboy!

Good boy
you got there, Earl.

Yeah, I told you so.

You like Colorado, son?

Yes, sir, I do.

We'll see you in the fall.

Thanks, Hank.

Good hustle, Dink.

Thanks, Coach.

I do what I can.

I didn't think

I was going to make it
without you here.

Then I'm rounding those bases,

the only thing I can hear
is everybody telling me to stop.

And then I hear you
in my head

telling me
to go for it.

Sorry about that.

I'm not.

I want you to know,
every game I ever play

I'm going to hear you
in my head.

Thanks for this.

Yeah, hold on to that
for a while, huh?

I'll get it
from you later.

Charley Gehringer.
Roger Maris.

Tough to beat,
but what about Ralph Kiner?

Voice of the Mets.

No, when he led the
league seven years
straight home runs.

You're tough, pal. Hi.

Hi.

We're just getting
acquainted.

He's a big
baseball fan, too.

Ah, that doesn't surprise me.

And I'm stalling for time, huh?

You know, until last night,
I was afraid of this-- dying.

Until last night,
you weren't really living.

Thank you, Monica.

ADAM:
Batter up,
Mr. Rowley.

Earl Rowley, rounding third,
heading for home.

(chuckles)

What do I do?

Just let your
guard down.

(thunder rumbles)

(rain pattering)

Would you hold my hand?

♪ The Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ His wonders to perform ♪

♪ Plants His footsteps
on the sea ♪

♪ And He rides on every storm ♪

♪ But He is
His own interpreter ♪

♪ And He's going
to make it plain ♪

♪ Hmm, the Lord moves
in mysterious ways ♪

♪ And He can ride
on any storm... ♪