All language subtitles for Pitch - 01x03 - Beanball.KILLERS.C

- Previously on Pitch...
- And there you have it.

For the first time in history,

a woman has taken the mound

in a Major League Baseball game.

Enjoy your moment in the sun.

'Cause there's 29 pro teams as we speak

figuring out that
little trick pitch of yours,

and when they do, I'll get my job back

and you'll become the
answer to a trivia question.

According to many
sources, Ginny is a distraction.

Well, if I can keep my trap shut,

there'll be no distraction.

Geez! Guys, can we just go back

to talking about how pretty the girl is?

Al is done.

Choose an interim manager.

I want it done by week's end.

They're going to fire you.

I really ought
to take the players' bus.

I got to be one of the
guys right now, Amelia.

Ginny, look in the mirror.

You are never gonna be one of the guys.

Is Ginny getting
us more attention, huh?

Yeah, yeah, she is, man.

Which sucks, 'cause we're losing

in front of sold-out crowds.

How about we start winning
in front of sold-out crowds?

Maybe we all start
working as hard as her.

Maybe we start acting like a team

instead of a bunch of spoiled brats.

Then maybe I'll feel lucky that
you guys are all I have.

Now, this is big, Mark.

The question is whether Buck
Garland is going to use

a pinch hitter, given what
just happened last inning.

Yeah,
tough position for a guy

managing his first game, Dick.

He's got the lefty,
Stubbs, on the bench...

but he's gonna let her hit.

Come on, Gin.

Oh, my, so Buck is going

to let Ginny Baker face the
big right-hander Greg Mount.

And you can feel the
blood pressure spiking

here at Petco.

It's a big enough challenge

for the first woman in
Major League Baseball

to compete against men in the sport,

but now things could get really ugly.

I'll bet Ginny
didn't wake up this morning

thinking she'd be right in the middle

of a beanball war.

- Be ready.
- Right behind you.

Mountain into his windup.

Look out!

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Mmm...

- Ginny called.
- Baker.

Whoo!

Sorry, I don't have time to eat.

This is for me.

Oh.

I-I could whip something up for you.

I can't. I'm slammed today.

I've got corporate sponsors
coming to see Ginny pitch.

Hey, um, just confirming, we can't...

Relax, I'm not gonna say anything.

Although I don't know why.

We're both single and consenting.

Ginny's a big girl.

She still carries your rookie card

and had your poster on her wall.

Really?

She had me on her wall?

I'll see you around.

Yeah, you will.

Morning, Buck.

Hey, good morning, boss.

I understand you spoke to Oscar.

Yup.

So how you feeling about all this?

I'm good.

You're a guy who lets his
actions speak for him,

aren't you, Buck?

Yep.

Whoo!

Yeah, touch 'em all.

Damn it! You know what?

If you could hit like that in real life,

you'd be an all-star.

Baker. Hey...

For you, from Drake.

You're also invited to a party

in New York for his new album.

He says he'll send a jet.

You guys opened the card?

- Yeah.
- Of course.

She'll go out with
rappers but not ballplayers.

First of all, I'm not
going out with Drake.

I don't even know Drake.

But I've met you guys, and I don't care

if you're rappers or doctors,

I'm never gonna go out with you.

Woo-jin.

- Huh?
- You don't speak English.

You don't even know what she said.

Hey, did you hear I might
be getting off the DL today?

Same day we're playing against the guy

- who put you there.
- You know what that means, right?

Me coming off the disabled list?

One of us has to go back down.

One of us has to go back down.

We'll
nibble outside with Mercer.

Nothing but screwgies and rainbows.

He'll foul off a
couple, and then we'll bust him

on the hands with that thing
you call a fastball.

Got it?

Yeah.

- Can we talk about Theo Falcone?
- No.

Last time you guys played the Cardinals,

he hit Tommy and broke his hand.

- So?
- So there's a code.

This isn't a game for payback.

I can do this. I want to do this.

A whiffle ball would hurt
more than any pitch you throw.

So you're saying this fight needs
to be settled between men.

You're exhausting. I'll
see you out there.

Nap time.

You sleep a lot, old man.

Out of my yard, rookie.

_

From the man in the green shirt.

Is that...

Yeah, the Travelers' catcher,
Trevor something.

Well, why is he
sending a drink to Ginny?

What's wrong with this?

'Cause you look happy,
content, and satisfied.

And he doesn't want to mess with this.

You should invite him over.

You know my code. I don't date...

Oh, no, here he comes.

Yeah, she doesn't date ballplayers.

Well, she struck me
out three times tonight,

so, clearly, I'm no ballplayer.

Are you trying to strike
out a fourth time?

It's just a beer, not a date.

Then I'll say thank you.

Called strike three.

You're welcome.

Man, y'all are brutal.

He is fine, though.

Says no pain.

Velocity's good. Curve has a bite.

Yep.

The boss is here today.

- Okay.
- And Max.

How do you know?

Saw her car.

Ownership's gathering.

I could get the ax today.

Look, Al, you're my friend.

And I don't steal another man's woman

or his job.

But there's not a lot of teams

that are looking
for a 67-year-old coach.

And if you're gonna go anyways,

I wouldn't mind
having my day in the sun.

If not for anything, just to tan.

Buck, I want you to
know that if I get canned,

nothing would make me
happier than you getting the job.

But this is my ball club

and I'm not ready to give it up.

They're gonna have to take it from me.

And I don't plan to let them.

Look at you, you don't tan anyway.

Tommy's ready to come off the DL.

Yeah, all right.

- I'm thinking Woo-jin should go down.
- Agree.

I'll find his
translator and let him know.

Oscar, telling a player he's
being sent down is my job.

I like to look a man in the eye,

- good news or bad.
- No, I'll handle this one.

You got a lot on your plate today, Al.

Speaking of which, we're
not gonna have a problem

with the Cardinals, are we?

Since Falcone threw at Tommy last time?

Not with Ginny pitching.

Right.

Okay, I'll handle Woo-jin.

Yeah...

I'm getting fired today.

Frank wants to
keep 4:30 open for Al,

so I bumped the conference
call with the Midwest scouts

- to tomorrow.
- That's good.

Oscar, I'm sorry, I know
Al got you your start here.

Ah, find Woo-jin's translator for me.

Pak is out with the
flu, Al didn't want him

- near the clubhouse.
- Okay, well, get him on the phone.

Poor Woo-jin.

Yes, poor Woo-jin, poor
Al, poor me, poor everyone.

What's that Clooney movie, on the boat,

where everything goes wrong?

Ocean's Eleven?

No, what? Why would you think that?

Oh, look who's here.

- What a surprise.
- You didn't forget

to have "the talk" with her, did you?

Of course not. Hi.

Ginny's pitching today.

It's Daniella's first time
watching her pitch.

- Hello, Daniella.
- Hey, Rhonda.

Where are we sitting?

The Perfect Storm.

All I know is it makes
me want to go to prison.

- They're my kind of inmates.
- I'm pretty sure

they'd put you in a prison
with men, Lonnie.

Al, you watch Orange Is the New Black?

Nah, I'm more a History Channel guy.

Here's my lineup.

Look, Craw. protect my
hitters today, huh?

Falcone, he's crazy,
he'd throw at Malala.

Hey, my guy needs to pitch inside.

Cut him some slack.

Let me know if I wrote too small.

What's that supposed to mean?

What do you mean "What's
that supposed to mean?"

That you wrote it too
small, you taking a shot at me

- about the last time?
- No, I'm asking if I wrote the names

too small because I know you
don't have your glasses on.

Now, I can read 'em to
you if you can't see.

You want a problem, Al?

Otherwise, forget about it.

This guy, the last
time he worked the plate,

the strike zone was the size
of a cocktail napkin,

before that, it was as
wide as my fat ass.

- Al, I am warning you.
- Oh, you're warning me?

Well, let me get in the
sunlight so you can see me

- to warn me!
- I've had it with your fat mouth!

- You get out of here! You're out!
- Good!

- That's the last thing I need, is
to be out here with you. - Get out!

Skip just got tossed.

Before the national anthem?

What the hell just happened?

That was my last Major League
game and your first.

That's what just happened.

Go get 'em, guys.

_

What?

- I think you did.
- I think I did not.

Once you ordered food, this went from

meeting for a drink to
now going on a date.

I plan on paying for my own food.

Okay, 'cause you're a ballplayer

and you gotta live by your code, right?

Yes. I'm a ballplayer
who plays with men.

Men who still look at
me and see boobs and an ass

and everything that goes with it.

You have no idea what I deal with.

Half the guys around me are misogynists

who don't think a woman deserves a shot,

and the other half are worse.

Worse? How's that?

Because they're good guys

who just want to protect Orphan Annie.

And I just want them to
see me as a regular ballplayer.

What if I told you that I was, um...

I was quitting the game?

You'd quit the game to date me?

No, I'm not quitting
the game to date you,

I'm quitting the game because
I can't hit you.

I mean, I can't run fast, hit for power,

hit for anything, really.

But I'm smart. Could've
got into Cal Poly

on a full academic scholarship.

And I'm going.

So I don't really want to
spend the rest of my life

playing in the minors.

You're just trying to get laid.

No, I'm trying to get into
college and get a degree.

In business, maybe.

You switch-hit, you
have a cannon for an arm.

I hear you're great with pitchers.

Maybe you just need to work harder.

Nut up.

Nut up?

Maybe.

I've worked on the other stuff, Ginny.

You're born with it or you're not.

And you were born with all of it.

So how long?

I mean, we ain't
gonna make the playoffs,

so I would say, like, a month.

Can I get
you guys anything else?

Just the check, please.

Okay.

I will just leave this here.

Whenever you're ready.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

No one can know. You swear?

Yeah, I swear.

Especially players.

Okay, I swear.

Let's go, Gin.

And Ginny
Baker's 2-2 pitch to Ruiz.

Swung on and missed.

She struck him out. One away.

Well, if you're just joining us, fans,

before the game, Padres
skipper Al Luongo

was thrown out during the
exchange of lineup cards.

Lou.

Hector put out a nice spread, Al.

- Get you a meatball sandwich?
- Nah.

No, I'm gonna order in.

I need a table for two

set up right here,

and a menu from Albert's.

- You got it, Al.
- Thanks, Murph.

Hey, guys. My
oldest daughter, Daniella.

Do you mind if she sits with you?

The answer should be, "We'd love it,"

since I gave you the suite today.

Corporate sponsor.
They're interested in Ginny,

- so she has to play well today.
- Oh, okay.

Here, sit right here. You'll
get a better view.

- Was that Elsa?
- No. Shh.

Okay, listen, I've gotta do my thing.

Just text me if you need anything, okay?

She's in great hands. Don't worry.

Oh, yeah! Nice pitch, Ginny!

Sit down, meat, a
girl just punched you out!

It's gonna be fine.

Can't reach a translator?

Well, what if Al or the media

wants to talk to Woo-jin?

Well, he's hitting a buck-80

and can't seem to catch a fly ball,

so, actually, no one
really wants to talk to Woo-jin,

except maybe his mother, and
she speaks his language.

Okay call UCSD, the
linguistics department.

Find someone, please.

Have you talked to Daniella yet?

I will. I will.

Sanders, hitting
285, 14 home runs.

He has a chance to make

his second All-Star Game.

Get it started, Blip!

- Whoa...
- Oh!

And both benches are barking

at each other... that almost hit

Sanders.

What the hell?! That was on purpose!

Now, remember, Theo
Falcone hit Tommy Miller.

He broke his finger,
remember, back in April.

It's gotta be really killing
the skipper, Al Luongo,

not being in the dugout for this.

Well done.

But no open champagne
in this clubhouse, Lou,

unless we're pouring it over heads.

Bad luck.

Sauvignon coming up!

Thanks, Murph.

And the Padres are letting

Falcone hear all about it.

Talk, talk, talk. I guess we're just

gonna let him knock us
down like milk bottles.

I got this.

Don't even think about it.

You worried they might throw at me

if I try to hit one of them?

Worried they might hurt the girl?

- No.
- You're no different.

- Excuse me?
- You're trying to protect me.

You're no different than
those who think I don't belong here.

There's other ways.

Come on, Mikey, come on.

Ball four.

That puts runners on first and second

for Mike Lawson.

High and deep, left field.

Lewis to the wall, it's gone!

Touch 'em all! Oh... my!

What happened?

Mike Lawson just homered.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah! Whoo!

Good for him. That's nice.

Home run number 16 for Lawson.

Well, well, well.

Ah, so glad you could make it, Maxine.

I thought you lived on
pastrami and Pork Rinds.

Well, I wasn't in the mood for healthy.

Please sit down.

You got thrown out before the game?

Should do it more often. We're up 4-1.

Uh... yeah, sure.

Baker comes out for
the fifth inning, now,

with a 4-1 lead, thanks
to that Lawson home run.

And she'll face the
pitcher, Theo Falcone,

to lead off the fifth inning.

This should be interesting.

And she hits Falcone!

That's a warning. That's a warning.

That's a warning.

And home plate
umpire Ken Crawford

is warning both teams.

The next pitcher to
throw at someone gets tossed.

You're next, girlfriend!

I'm sorry?

- Time.
- Time out.

You asked for a
fastball, I threw a fastball.

The way it works is,
you hit their pitcher...

They get to hit me. I know the code.

And here's a young woman...

A young woman in just her third start.

The first woman in
Major League Baseball.

And if she thought she
had a target on her before,

wait till her next at bat.

So we go to the
bottom to the fifth inning.

Padres leading 4-1.

What are you doing?

It was an accident.

It wasn't an accident.

She threw at the guy

who threw at Blip and Tommy Miller.

If she hit the other
pitcher, she's daring him.

- To do what?
- Hit her back.

Hit her back?

- Hey, how's it going?
- Oscar!

She wants to pay
Ginny millions of dollars

to put her face in her ads,

so long as a speeding
baseball doesn't break it first.

Well, I think it's too
late for her to change sports.

I'm stopping this.

Eliot...

You're gonna need a bigger press room

because Ginny hitting
someone is blowing up.

Yeah, already getting it ready.

Listen, this is a little awkward,

but I'm beyond desperate.

Are you, by chance, Korean?

Second generation.

- Do you speak Korean?
- A little.

How much "a little"?

Hello and good-bye. Hello
is anyong-haseyo,

and good-bye is anyeong-gaseyo.

Okay. And "eggplant," which is...

No, I do not need eggplant. Is that it?

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Okay.

Anyeong-gaseyo.

How's the foundation doing?

Very well, thank you.

And thank you for donating

so much of your time.

Well, I lost Anna to breast cancer,

so it wasn't a hard thing to get behind.

Yeah, I know.

No, I'm... I'm good.

Al, I know why you called me down here,

but I can't save your job, I'm sorry.

I am very fond of you. You were my hire.

But Frank Reid runs this
team, even though...

Even though he's a minority owner,

he has been designated by the board

to make all the decisions

with regards to baseball.

And he can do so without your approval

or Stan's or Mr. Richardson's.

I know, I know.

I've been here for 11 years.

Yeah, and you're doing a good job.

It's just not my call.

This isn't about me.

This is about your investment.

How's that?

Just the 15 minutes.

That's all I need. We'll send a car.

We'll make it very, very easy.

- Oscar.
- Hold on one second.

Sorry, the Korean Consulate.

I need an interpreter.

You're aware our manager
got thrown out of the game

and our pitcher just
escalated a beanball war?

- Yes, I am. - Oh, it's a shame
it had to end like this for Al.

Does it, Frank?

I'm not doing this dance again.

It's been decided.

Is that official?

Well, not yet.

But it will be when I
find Maxine Armstrong.

Have you seen her?

No.

Have you tried the Luxury Club?

- Ooh.
- Yes.

Hi, y... h-hello?

Anyeong-gaseyo?

Baker's been on our roster

for three weeks. Now,
in those three weeks,

the second biggest story,

after her playing in a baseball game,

is my offending her
by sticking my size 13s

in my big mouth. Now,

you know how it's gonna look

- if Frank Reid fires me?
- No,

but I bet you're gonna tell me.

It's going to look like
the girl had me fired.

It's going to look
like that to the players.

It's going to look like that to
the fans, and the talk radio

and the Twitter people.

They're all going to go crazy

talking about how

spoiled this girl is.

That she came in and
ruined everything just because

her old fart manager
said something stupid,

which would be
untrue and unfair to Baker

because she didn't.

She's a good kid.

She's contributed to this
team and-and I happen to like her,

but it doesn't matter because
the haters, they're just gonna

call her "coach killer,"

in addition to everything
else they call her.

All right, it would be a
distraction, perhaps, for...

A distraction?

This season, forget it, would be over.

That's a shame because

I still think we got a shot.

Now, if you're smart... and you are...

I mean, your big tech
company has made so much money

it can afford to buy this team...

Then you'll let me finish the season

and... I'll retire.

Then you can replace me

if you still want me gone.

And I suggest Buck Garland.

Smart man.

Hmm.

And you're no dummy
yourself, are you, Al?

I have my moments.

I mean, even a hog finds a pile of crap

to roll around in once in a while.

Charming.

Look. I'm going to
have Ellis bat for you.

It's the fifth inning, Buck.

I have two more innings at least.

I feel fine.

Get her out.

Quit treating me like a little girl.

This isn't my first beanball game.

Let her throw another inning.

She earned it.

All right.

One more inning.

This is your first beanball
feud, isn't it?

Totally.

And it looks
like the Cardinals' manager

is going to make a double switch here.

Oh, boy. Look who's coming in.

The big one. The Mountain.

This AT&T Call to the Bullpen

is for the fireballer Greg Mount

to come in for starter Theo Falcone.

Greg Mount will face Baker,

and then the top of the order,
here in the fifth inning.

The big right-hander started

as the team's closer,

but he lost the job
after having problems

getting the ball over the plate.

Mountain leads the
league in hit batsmen.

And the new
catcher for the Cardinals, Davis,

Mount's favorite
batterymate, enters the game.

He'll hit in the ninth spot.

You got to get through this.

For Drake.

Yeah, who else is he going
to scare up for that party?

The question is whether
Buck Garland is going to use

a pinch-hitter given what
just happened last inning.

Yeah, tough position for a
guy managing his first game, Dick.

He's got the lefty Stubbs,
on the bench...

Wow.

Not bad.

Not bad? It's called raking.

Okay. Let's get this.

What are you doing?

Giving you a little tip. Okay.

- Okay. When you bring the club back,
- Yeah.

- Turn your hips.
- All right.

Weight on your back foot.

You know, swinging a golf
club is the last thing

that I'm thinking about
right now, right?

Careful, though, someone
might be watching us.

Hey, relax, relax.

No one's watching
us, and even if they are,

who cares?

I'm a private citizen.

Not yet you're not.

I'm into you, Ginny.

I'm into you, Trevor.

No, but I want people to know about it.

I want you to come to my games

and sit in the stands, not your car.

No.

Look, I want to show you off.

I want people, when they look at us,

as a couple, to say,

"Wow. That guy out-punted
his coverage."

Oh!

Nothing to see
here, folks. We're all good.

Just two regular people.

Nothing to do with baseball whatsoever.

Oh, my. So, Buck is
going to let Ginny Baker

face the big right-hander Greg Mount,

and you can feel the
blood pressure spiking

here at Petco.

It's a big enough
challenge for the first woman

in Major League Baseball to compete

against men in the sport,

but now things could get really ugly.

Lawson.

Lawson!

You can't let her hit.

I bet Ginny didn't
wake up this morning

thinking she'd be right in
the middle of a beanball war.

Be ready. Right behind you.

All right. Here we go.

Mountain in his windup.

- Look out!
- Ball.

That one almost
took Crawford's head off!

Ball.

Ball.

Is he scared of hurting
me? Get back in the box.

Mount can't find the plate.

He's certainly not
afraid of Ginny Baker.

She's hitting 0 for the summer.

Are you afraid of hurting me?

Get back in the box.

Got a little chirping going
on down there at home plate

between Davis and Baker.

You are!

I said get back in the damn box.

Hey!

How you doing?

What happened?

Why'd they pull you out?

Oh... I got traded.

To the Cardinals.

Well, Memphis, actually.

Their Triple A team.

- Wow. That's great.
- Yeah.

What about college?

Well, it's gonna have to wait, right?

I mean, I got an actual
shot at the show now.

Can you believe it?

Were you really going to quit the game?

Yes. Of course.

I mean, I was surprised when I found out

- the Cardinals were scouting me, but...
- Scouting you?

So, if the Cardinals have
been scouting you, then you've been

thinking about sticking with
baseball for a while?

- Uh, well, Ginny... - You lied when
you told me you wanted me to come

- to your last games?
- Ginny, you're in Midland.

Okay? No one knows you're here.

What do you...? They know about us.

Soon, everyone will.

Look, if I quit the
game and we stay together,

people will know I'm an ex-ballplayer,

so I thought, hey, what's the big deal

if you came to one of
my games, right?

And, plus, you broke your rule already.

What is your problem?

Like, you're supposed to
be happy for me, right?

You're right. I should be.

If we would have just stayed friends,

if I wouldn't have broke...

I'm an idiot.

Why are you getting so emotional?

Come on. Nut up.

Ginny.

Come on. Like, I'm so... it's a joke.

It was your joke. Come on!

- They let you play, huh?
- Shut up.

Here we go,
Mark. 3 and 0 to Ginny Baker.

Davis gives the sign.

Mount into the windup.

Way outside! Ball four!

Hey, what's a girl got
to do to get beaned, huh?

And Ginny Baker is
walking toward the mound!

43, take your base!

Yeah, I got this. The
hell are you doing?

You started walking, keep
walking, all right?

Why you being so
emotional, Trevor? Nut up!

- Huh? Nut up!
- Stop it.

Hey, you two, take
it up... Hey, you two!

Oh, my, here we go!

Both benches are emptying!

Are you okay?

Come on, Blip, get in there!

I wasn't gonna hit her, Mike, I swear.

It's okay, Mountain.

This is a no-win for me. It's okay.

Come on, I got you.
I got you, all right.

- Just let it go.
- Stay here.

I'm too old for this crap.

Come on down
and break your boys up.

Get them along the
first base line, okay?

43 Padres, 45
Padres, you're out of here!

Ooh, Max is here.

Now we can get down to business.

Sorry I'm late.

No problem.

Al deserved a last supper.

Gentlemen, could I have the room?

Come on, Frank.

Al has won more
games, more division titles,

than any manager in franchise history.

Excuse me, Max, but I don't recall
you citing a World Series

anywhere among Al's greatest hits.

There's a reason

why baseball decisions are left

to a league-approved control person.

And I, for one, am glad

that a man of your
principles is at the helm.

You, for one?

What, does everybody else hate the way

- I'm doing my job here?
- No.

No, of course not.

Everyone is very pleased with
your performance here.

Thank you, thank you.

It's more about how
you're doing at AerynTech.

I don't have to remind you

that AerynTech Corporation

spent the $700 million on the Padres

and put you in charge of the club.

Then why are you reminding me?

Because if you were
ousted as CEO of AerynTech,

unfairly and unjustly made the scapegoat

for the company's

stagnant earnings of late,

then, within a few
days, you would also be out

as the control person of the Padres.

Is there something that I
should know about you and Al?

- Careful, Frank.
- Careful?

- Me, careful?
- Look,

I'm not the one who's blaming you

for the company's tough year,

any more than you're
blaming Al for a 500 record.

So I applaud your decision

to stand behind him, and
I think the other owners

will do the same. Maxine, I am

never going to go along with this.

And if you think I am, you're crazy.

Damn it, Frank. And I could make this

a very messy divorce.

Well, we are gonna miss you around here.

Well, the fans sure got their
money's worth today,

don't you think?

Oh, Al. Al, I just wanted to me down

and tell you to ignore those rumors

flying around that your
job might be in jeopardy.

- It's been settled.
- Thanks.

I appreciate that, Frank.

Means a lot.

Um...

Al, Al, hey.

Look, I, uh... I know we're
not in a good place.

You have your job
to do, and I have mine.

And part of mine is telling Woo-jin
he has to go back down.

Sure.

Thing is, we don't have an interpreter.

Oh?

Okay.

Yo!

Woo-jin!

Okay.

Good kid.

Yeah.

People who
underestimate me tend to be surprised.

Man, I ate too much, Oscar.

I got to drop a deuce.

Don't make a big deal out of this.

It wasn't exactly a
fight between me and Lonnie.

It was more like a slow dance.

Although he did try to dip me.

Al,

getting tossed before a game.

That's a first for you.

Well, now it's off the bucket list.

For your first Major League win.

Yeah.

I won't open this up in here.

Eh, you better not.

No, no, no, sit, sit.

Today the chair is yours.

You earned it.

Thanks for taking care of us

and letting us pillage your dad's suite.

Yeah. Any time.

Hi. Did you guys have fun? Hi. Yeah.

Yeah? I have a surprise for you. Okay.

Oh, my God.

Hey. I want you to meet someone.

Hi, Daniella.

- Hello.
- Sorry about today.

Kind of lost my temper.
This role model thing's

- still new to me.
- That's okay.

I-I've been there.

All right then.

Can I get a picture with you?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Cheese.

I'll share that with your dad.

- Take care, Daniella.
- Thanks.

- So cool. Yeah? All right.
- Yeah.

Hey, listen, uh, before your mom comes,

I want to talk to you
about something, okay?

Let's-let's go somewhere quiet.

No.

Sweetie, this isn't the place.

You're not staying over tonight.

No.

I don't think me
sleeping in the guest room

one time a week is...

is such a good idea, you know? It's...

it's confusing.

Because you and Mom are
going to make it official.

You're getting a divorce.

Let's go somewhere else and talk, okay?

No, okay? Not today.

I don't want a good
day to end like this.

You're right. This isn't the place.

Yeah. Okay.

All right.

I don't care. You can't come
down to the field and yell at me.

When it comes to protecting
Ginny, I will yell at the Pope.

All right? She needs
to make her money now.

Who knows how long she's
gonna be up here?

I like her chances of sticking around.

What's wrong?

It's my back.

Is there anything I can do?

You two have met?

Hey. Uh, yeah.

You scared the hell out of me.

You? The Mountain
throws 98 miles an hour.

And I'm just saying you could've
mixed it up a little,

you know? Like, got in there.

Oh, yeah, and got
suspended for throwing a punch

and fined ten grand?

I know that's just a handbag for you,

but that's a lot of money to me.

What's he doing here?

Old friend. I got this.

Just give me one night with you.

I want to make it to the Show,

and one night with
you could get me there.

It worked for Trevor Davis.

One night with me won't fix
that sorry-ass swing of yours, DC.

Hey.

I just wanted to, uh, say sorry.

Forget about it. I lost
my cool. No, no. I meant

how it ended in Texas.

I didn't fully appreciate
what you had to go through.

Still go through.

I'm glad you made it up here, Trevor.

You worked hard.

I got to go. Uh, Ginny,

um...

the reason why I wanted
to actually speak to you

is that, uh...

I got notifications that
my passwords were changed.

- So?
- So...

I got hacked.

Yeah. They gained access

to, like, my banking information,

credit card info, and pictures.

Selfies that we took from the road.

You told me you deleted
those. Yeah, I did.

But they were backed up.

Why didn't you
tell me this a year ago?

Well, because I didn't know you'd be

the most famous woman on the planet.

And if you'd picked up my calls

or answered a text
message, I would have told you.

- Trevor, if you shared those
pictures with anyone... - Never.

What kind of guy do you think I am?

Hey.

A little advice from a
former friend, all right?

You can take it or leave it.

But all this attention and celebrity,

it's only gonna get worse.

The world has fallen for you.

And take it from a guy that knows,

that doesn't just disappear.

So you better find a
friend and let 'em in, all right?

'Cause all of this is way
too much for one person.

Even the most famous woman on the
planet needs a golf partner.

I got to go.

Everything all right?

- Yeah. Yes.
- Okay.

Sorry I went rogue today.

No, you're not.

You're right. I'm not.

Why were you talking to a
guy we just got in a brawl with?

Like I said, old friends.

We used to play
against each other in Texas.

Huh. Must be some bad blood.

Just a healthy rivalry.

You're choosing your words carefully.

I am choosing my words carefully.

Every choice I make,
I have to think about.

Any other damn pitcher on
this team, you would have told them

- to knock Falcone on his ass.
- Fair enough.

- And don't tell me you
wouldn't have... - Hey,

I just said you were right, Baker.

Geez.

16 years I've been playing in this town.

I've seen a lot of rookies come and go.

Never met one like you.

- Yeah, well...
- And not because you're a girl.

It's what you're doing, it's
what you're having to take on.

You kind of blow me away.

Hey, you play golf?

Do I look like I play golf?

You look like a
cousin from Duck Dynasty.

- You love the beard.
- I do not.

That's because you have
a different image of me,

probably from all those
posters you had hanging up

- on your bedroom wall.
- Oh, I did not have posters of you

- hanging on my bedroom wall.
- Okay.

Lawson,

let's go. I'm buying.

I'm gonna call it early tonight, boys.

Damn. Old Man Lawson.

I know, right?

But I guess you could come.

Well, since you're begging me, Tommy.

Pick it up later?

Nothing to pick up.

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