All language subtitles for Pitch - 01x08 - Unstoppable Forces . Immovable Objects.FLEET.C

Previously on Pitch...

You know what this means, right?

They're gonna bring up
Livan to back you up.

I'm not sitting behind Mike Lawson.

You know what this means, right?
* You're calling up Livan.

Look, Mike, I want you
to play some first base.

- First base?
- This will help prolong your career.

- I'm an agent.
- I already got an agent.

Hi. Will Baker.

You clearly want what's best for her.

But, Will, you're in
so far over your head.

- You should sign with her, sis.
- But I don't trust her. I trust you.

And you always can.

Mike, I want you to meet Livan Duarte.

I've heard you could
be one of the greats.

- Someday.
- Nice to meet you.

Thanks for greeting him like a juvenile.

Come on, Oscar,
he's here to take my job.

Relax, you have a no-trade clause.

Mike, quick question.
I have a source that says

you might be put on waivers
in an effort to trade you.

Right this way, Mr. Lawson.

- Thanks. They let you in here?
- The man, the myth.

Give your favorite agent some thunder.

All right, okay.

You look great, bud.

I just ordered. You want something?

A bloody would be nice,
but we have a day game.

Well, it is supposed to rain.

17 rainouts in San
Diego in over 46 years?

It's not gonna happen. Coffee, please.

Thanks.

- Mike, listen, we need...
- I cleared waivers. I know.

And now that you're clear,
several teams are

interested in trading for you.

Oscar wants to know
if you're happy here.

- Do I look unhappy?
- You always look unhappy.

Yeah, but you know what
puts a smile on this face?

- Hmm?
- My no-trade clause.

Which means I don't have to go anywhere

if I don't want to.

And that is why Oscar wants
to hear what you're thinking.

What you're open to.

Just to be clear,
you're on my side, right?

- Pick your team.
- We're still in this thing.

Mathematically.

Can pick your team, Mike;

could end up in Boston, Chicago...

Playoff teams. Play for a ring.

I'm playing for a ring with the Padres.

Okay.

Well, they do need to know
by the end of the week.

'Cause if you're gonna play on a
team that's going to the postseason,

you need to be on a
roster by September 1st.

We'll get rained out before
I ever leave San Diego.

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Well, the tarp making
a rare appearance here at Petco.

Padres do lead the Nationals 5-1,

but only four innings in the books.

And it's really a shame

because Ginny Baker was
in some type of groove.

With the Padres still clinging

to hopes for a precious wild-card spot,

this storm could not have
come at a worse time.

They need this win.

Man, I didn't think Korman
was ever gonna call it.

And I just got over a cold.

Are you guys seriously complaining
about getting a little wet?

Damn right.

All right, well, if a few
raindrops make you whine,

I'm guessing no one wants
to hop on a bike with me?

Gonna want to save some for
the rest of the game, rookie.

Then let's go over hitters.

Mason Terry's up second,
once we get back out there.

Yeah, I lost his last
home run behind a cloud.

Yeah. Fastball inside. Great idea.

I set up inside off the plate.

Cranky today.

How can you tell the difference?

Yikes.

Ugh! Of course I got a
blowout this morning.

Hair salons should
sell weather insurance.

The rain messes with your do,
you're covered.

- That's actually not a bad idea.
- I know.

I have a million of them.
It's a gift; I don't own it.

- Have you talked to Oscar?
- Uh, not yet.

I want to know who's in my suite.

Well, technically, it's not yours.

It's the Padres', but since you
asked, the mayor and his staff.

Great. Stuck with the WAGs.

On the upside,
I hear the family room has

Grand Theft Auto V... and a bar.

And wives, girlfriends and children.

Okay, guys, hey, listen,
I've got some hot chocolate

and towels on the way;
there are the towels.

Please let my office know if
there's anything else you need.

- Hi.
- Hey. Stay dry.

Am I seeing you tonight?

- Careful.
- He has no idea.

All right.

Ah, Charlie.

I need to go see the boss and
make big baseball decisions

befitting my lofty executive status.

I wish I could watch.

Okay, I'm gonna walk away now.

That's a really good idea.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Ump says it could be an
hour before it stops.

I'll be ready, Skip.

Not if we don't start
within the next 45 minutes.

Come on, my pitch count is low.
I'm feeling it today.

I'm not taking a chance
on you getting hurt.

45 minutes. Any longer
and I'm pulling you.

- I'm gonna stretch.
- Don't bother.

I know what the rain
does to bones like ours.

Al, I know you're feeling kind of peppy

ever since you started eating kale,

which, for the record, I still think

is just the placebo effect,
but you got a couple years on me.

Which is why this ex-catcher
knows how your story ends.

Sorry, but when we get back out there,

Duarte's behind the plate.

- We need this game.
- We have a four-run lead.

I like our chances. Mike...

Let's keep you fresh, huh?

Hey. Big picture,
we need you for the long haul.

Yeah, that's easy for you to say.
You get to go back out there.

Looks like I'm your catcher
for the rest of the day.

That's the word on the street.
You ready to go over the hitters?

Mason Terry's up again next inning.

Relax, mami,

I got you.

You better, papi.

Let's hit the bike.

Damn it!

Hey, Charlie. Got your text.

40.203.

What's that number mean to you, Oscar?

It's the number of seats at Petco.

Right. It's also the
number of rain checks

we're gonna have to issue if
a Ginny Baker game is called.

To be honest, I care more about the win.

Keeps us in the wild-card mix.

Good. Then we're both
incentivized to get this game in.

You know, there was only
a 17% chance of precipitation.

- It's not supposed to rain.
- It's got to rain here sometime.

But not today.

It's not supposed to rain today. Why?

Well, what's your strategy?

Strategy?

Uh, well, uh, Doppler says

there's roughly a 40-minute
break between storms.

My strategy is to hope that it's right.

40-minute break.

Well, the average inning is 20 minutes.

We only have to get the top half in.

Assuming the Nationals go down

one, two, three, we only need
ten minutes of game time.

- We should be fine, right?
- Well, I get it,

but it's, uh, the umpire's
decision, not ours.

- And this decision's based on what?
- The groundskeeper's opinion

on the condition of the field. Okay.

And where's the groundskeeper's office?

Charlie, you want to talk
to the groundskeeper?

Before he consults
with the umpire, yeah.

When Russell's stressed,
he's a little irritable.

Oh, come on, I'm nothing if
not a people person, right?

So where are we on Mike Lawson?

Get him to waive his
no-trade clause yet?

You don't get Lawson
to agree to a trade.

You have to plant the seed
and let it be his decision.

All right, Johnny Appleseed,
when do we harvest?

For what it's worth,
I like Lawson on this team,

and I like him in our clubhouse.

And I'll to talk to him right now.

- And then we're gonna see Russ.
- Russell.

- Prefers Russell.
- Russell. Got it.

Yo, how long's it supposed to rain?

Yeah, when is it gonna let up?

Do I look like a meteorologist?

Well, you were close friends

with at least three weather girls.
Two of them at the same time.

Maybe you picked something up.

Weather-wise.

Ah, that's a good one.

Maybe. Maybe.

Hey, Lawson.

You had breakfast with your agent today?

Not here.

Look, it's only talk now,
but there's interest in you.

Can we discuss this later?
We got a game today.

You don't.

You guys shut me down today in case I
got hurt, in case you want to trade me?

Yeah, and I made it rain, too.

No, that was Al's call, not mine.

He thinks we're still in this thing.

- So do I.
- And so do I.

Look... there's a small window.

Okay? So I'm around.

Knock it off. Next subject.

You know it's true.
You have the sexiest groupies.

Mason Terry... can we
please get back to talking

about how I'm gonna pitch to him?

No, I'm serious, the men and the women.

And the female fans? Hot! Such a waste.

I've seen your groupies.
You do just fine.

I dance, I flirt, but that's it.

I miss my girlfriend back in Havana.

You have a girlfriend?

Isabella.

I never got to say good-bye.

One day, I saw my chance and I left.

Yeah, but she understands.

She knew about my dream
of playing in the States

and how hard it was to get here, so...

- Still.
- I know.

But you didn't have a choice.

See? You know what it's like.

Baseball's all that matters.

It's not always a good thing.

- Have you ever been in love?
- Mason Terry.

Definitely not gonna see my fastball.

No problem; you don't have one.

Ha, ha, ha.

Sorry to bother, Miss Baker,
but there's someone here

who insists on seeing you.

He claims to be your brother.

- My brother?
- Says his name is Will.

I'll see you in a sec.

- Hello?
- This is Will Baker.

Am I talking to a major
league pitcher right now?

- Damn skippy you are.
- And you still took my call?

You're my brother. I had no choice.

Hey, I know how you like
to chill before a start,

but I had to call and
wish you good luck.

- Will, they gave me number 43.
- Wow.

One more than Jackie, so no pressure.

Yeah, no pressure.

This is crazy, isn't it?

Yeah.

- Man, I wish you were here.
- Me, too.

But business is taking off, though.

Thank God it's a coffee shop.

I been so busy, sleep's
been out of the question.

I bet.

- I'm proud of you, Will.
- Thanks.

And, hey, there'll be plenty more games

for me to come and cheer you on.

Don't jinx me. This could be

the beginning and end of
my major league career.

Hey, like I said,
there will be plenty more games.

Well, I should get going.
Coffee doesn't grind itself.

Don't work too hard, okay?

I'd tell you the same thing,
but, you know,

you probably should.

Go get 'em.

Bye, goony.

Will!

You said to surprise you sometimes.

Oh!

I was gonna wait until after the game,

but I know how antsy you
get during rain delays,

- so I decided, why wait.
- I can't believe you're here.

You were throwing lights
out before the rain.

I guess you missed Mason Terry's at bat.

Ah, he just got lucky.

- Why you being so nice?
- You didn't let me finish.

He got lucky you decided to throw him

your batting practice fastball.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

But I'm here now,

and I finally got to watch you pitch

in a major league game in person.

Yup. But, I mean,

how'd you manage to finally
get your butt out here?

I got a break. First thing I
wanted to do was come see you.

I can't wait to catch up.

- Yeah.
- You know I need to...

Oh, I know, you got to stay loose,
just in case the rain breaks.

I remember how these things work.

Jamie, will you take my
brother to the Padres' suite?

The suite is booked.

- I can put him in the family room.
- Perfect. Thanks.

- I'll see you after the game.
- Yes, you will.

Oh, FYI, I'll be calling
from a new number.

Another new number? Why?

Long story, but dinner tonight on me.

- Damn right on you.
- Hey!

- This way, sir.
- Thank you.

Hey, I know it's a busy day.

Just a bit.

- We need your help, Russ.
- Russell.

So, what's the field looking like under
this giant Slip 'N Slide of yours?

Should be in good shape,
but the mound and the area

around home plate, that's a whole
different silt to clay ratio.

I might need to spread
a little calcined clay.

All right, look, I'm just
gonna cut right to the chase.

If it stops raining in the
next 30 minutes, how long

is it gonna take you to get
our team back on the field?

40 minutes, maybe an hour.

Well, I did a little
research and seems that

the Yankees' ground crew
average time is 28 minutes.

Yankees deal with rain
delays 20 times a year.

My guys run drills, but this
is San Diego; most of them

can't figure out how
to open an umbrella.

All right, well,
we're looking at a potential

40-minute break in the rain.

We're gonna need at least ten minutes

to get through the top of
the inning, so I need you

not to limit your vision
of what's possible.

I need you to be the Yankees today

and get that field ready
for me in 28 minutes.

- This is my field.
- Really?

My crew will take the time that
it needs to make sure my field is

- safe and playable.
- Is that so?

Okay, uh, I think we're
all on the same page.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Okay. Let's get out of Russ's hair

and let him do what he does best, right?

Thanks, Russell.

Of course you'd find a quiet
place to get some work done.

Ginny's schedule is impossible.

I spend more time canceling
appearances than booking.

It's called asset protection.

Two years of business classes at USC.

You went to USC?

Yeah. Hey, I had a full ride
to Marshall when I met Blip.

Will?

Evelyn Sanders.

- Oh, my God!
- Hi!

Girl, you get prettier
every time I see you.

Ginny didn't mention you were coming in.

- Yeah, she didn't know. She didn't know.
- Oh.

I wanted to surprise her.

Lovely.

So, what have you been up to?

- How's the family?
- Oh, we're good.

We're all really good.

Okay, so last week wasn't exactly

the start we expected from Ginny Baker.

Whoa! This one's in the dirt.

Another wild pitch and the run scores.

After that rough debut,
let's hope it's a little better

in start number two, 'cause if not...

Hey. Long time, no see.

- What the hell happened to you?
- Trust me, it looks worse than it is.

What's going on, Will?

Did you get in a fight or something?

A disagreement with a business
partner got a little heated.

I got a little behind on a loan payment.

It's only 20 grand.

- Ginny can't see you like this.
- Ginny needs family right now.

Your mother's here.

All the more reason she needs me.

Yeah, and if you'd showed
up with an overnight bag

and a smile, you'd be right.

If I had made it to her first game,

she might have played better.

Look, I'm not missing
her second start today.

Look... I mean,
I know you care about her.

All right? That's why you have to go.

I don't want your money.

Yes, you do.

Just go home, get even.

All right? Let her have her moment

without having to worry about you.

You a Cubs fan now?

Watching their pitchers.

Mm. It'd be really something
to break that curse.

How long has it been?

1908.

How was that parade?

I get it. 'Cause I'm old.

This about that waiver's
rumor about you?

Have you heard anything else?

Oscar wants me to talk to him.

Well, then go talk to him.

It's better than sitting
in here and sulking.

- We're playing a game.
- You're not.

And you're pissy, bro.
I'd rather not have you in here.

Even though you're thinking
about going to a contender,

the rest of us are not ready
to throw the towel in yet.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, their
heads are really into it.

Well, then let's do something about it.

Man, I'm not giving another speech,
'cause everybody's sick of them.

Nobody's more sick of them than me.

Nope, desperate times
calls for, you know...

justice.

What are you doing?
Hey, get out of my locker.

Hey.

- No.
- Yes.

- Just hold it.
- No.

- Just hold it.
- No.

I'm gonna go find Oscar.

And just so you know,
it wasn't my idea to leave here.

I'm giving Ginny a half hour,
and then I'm pulling her.

Charlie's worried about fan
retention after the delay.

My job is to worry about
what's best for our team,

and that's looking out for Ginny's arm.

Or do you forget what it is I do?

I haven't forgotten.

I'm the guy who got you your
first interview as a scout.

I know. You had me retie my tie
four times before the interview.

Yeah, then you became my boss
and things started to change.

And so did Sunday dinners at your house.

I was no longer invited.

Eh, that went away with Anna.

Even though you did all the cooking?

- I'm gonna need your office.
- Sure, but I come with it.

Come on in.

- Who's supposed to talk first?
- I will. Are you happy here?

Why does everyone ask me that?

I'm elated. I'm euphoric.

The reason I ask is I know you've
had to play some first base lately.

We know you love to catch. You're
not getting any younger and, well,

the odds are stacked against
us making the playoffs,

so factoring all that in,
I ask you again...

are you happy here?

- Could be happier.
- How?

Winning a championship
before this is all over.

A medical breakthrough to reverse aging.

Having my wife fall in
love with me again.

Well, we've won eight out of 11.

And don't knock kale,
it keeps me regular.

You and Rachel, I can't help you there.

We both have needs, Mike.

And we both want to get to
the promised land someday.

And we both might get there faster if...

you left.

To be clear, I want you staying put.

I need your bat, and no one
can handle a pitching staff

like you; but above everything else,

I want you in my clubhouse.

A contender will give up a
decent prospect to have you

in their lineup.

I thought it was worth discussing.

I just want to know one thing.

Who called who?

Did you guys shop me to teams first,
or did they come asking?

We're under new management, Mike.

And when serious offers come in,

I have to take them
seriously. Now, listen,

if you're happy being a Padre,

this is the last conversation
we'll have on this subject.

But, Mike...

I had to ask.

I'll let you know how happy
I am by the end of the day.

- Let's go over heat maps.
- You worry too much.

You don't worry enough.

So, we're doing this?

Yeah. Call it.

What brought on this change
of heart? You find Oscar?

You want to give me the third degree

or you want pull up a
chair and take some notes?

It's time you learned, anyway.

I'm just curious, bro.

How about it's pouring outside?

How about Livan is gonna
finish a game that I started?

How about I really don't need a reason

to bang the gavel in my clubhouse?

Or you know what? Better yet...

You're gonna love this one...
I'm not gonna be around forever.

You see that? I even teed
up an old man joke for you.

Got a good one about you going
through man-o-pause, but...

I'll leave it. It's too easy.

Hey.

Hey!

Everybody listen up.

Court is now in session. The
honorable Mike Lawson is presiding.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

All right, let's go.
Put them in the jar.

Welcome.

All right.

All defendants are guilty

until proven innocent.

Nobody speaks until spoken to,

no cursing, and all rulings are final.

And no movie clichés,

'cause trust me,
we can all handle the truth.

We were just gonna go over heat maps.

That's a $20 fine for
speaking out of turn, Baker.

- What kind of court is this?
- Kangaroo Court.

Errors on the field and
clubhouse infractions are tried,

and those found guilty will be fined.

- Okay, but I need to prep.
- Another $20.

This is a tradition that goes back

over 30 years and I'll be damned
if it's gonna die on my watch.

So, sit your ass down,
rookie, and be judged

along with the rest of us.
You too, Livan.

You entiendes?

Hey, bailiff, put me down for a $20 fine

- for saying "ass".
- Yes, Your Honor.

All right.

- All right. Let's do this.
- Let's see what we have here.

- So, how are the twins?
- Growing.

- They're almost eight.
- Eight?

Oh, boy. Get ready to
double the torture.

Oh, can't wait.

So, what finally brings
you to San Diego?

I'm scouting locations for a sports bar.

The first of a nationwide franchise:

Screwgies Bar and Grill.

Sports bars are notoriously
hard to franchise.

Even Jay Z couldn't do it.

Ah, well. That's the beauty of my plan.

See, it's not just your
traditional franchise.

Each bar is going to capture the
specific personality of the city,

and their local sports stars.

- Oh, and you're starting here?
- That's the plan.

I've got my hands on a special
recipe for fish tacos,

and I've already got an in with the
biggest sports star in San Diego.

You know what? You're gonna need a
sharing plate on the menu. Right?

13 mini tacos called "Baker's Dozen."

- You're welcome, Will.
- Done.

- Right?
- Done.

Did you clean up all your
business in Charlotte?

Yup. I'm all about the
bar and grill now.

Mm. Hmm.

Evelyn, what else should
I put on the menu?

Oh, gosh.

- So good.
- That's good work.

"Yavanes," you are...

- Javanes.
- Javanes.

You are accused of manscaping and not
wearing flip flops in the shower.

How do you plead?

Guilty.

You are hereby sentenced
to put $20 in the kitty

and remove all wax-related
articles from the common area.

That's the price of beauty.

That's gross...

They're gonna pull me if it
doesn't let up in less than 20.

Breathe, mami.

Three weeks ago in New York, Baker

was thrown out on a misguided attempt

to steal third base.

- Okay.
- How do you plead, Baker?

- Not guilty.
- Are you kidding me?

It was a hit and run and you
missed the sign from Buck

to swing away, and just stood there
with your bat on your shoulder.

I was a sitting duck.

I haven't missed a sign
in 15 years, rookie.

Ginny hasn't seen a base in 15 years.

Guilty. Next.

You can't be the judge,
jury and executioner.

Movie cliché.

- $20.
- Fine. I'll pay that

if Lawson will recuse himself.

What does recuse mean?

Was there a pitcher on second? Yes.

Does we ever call a hit and
run with a pitcher on base?

No. Did I see a hit and run sign?

- No. Case closed.
- Not case closed. Omar.

You were on first base
on the play, right?

Yes.

And... did you run on
the same pitch I did?

Yes.

And did you see Buck

give a hit and run sign?

- Yes.
- Oh!

There's nothing complicated about it.

- I said there was no sign.
- And I said there was.

- So did Omar.
- And I'm the tiebreaker!

I've been on this team
longer than all of you!

My word should mean something, damn it.

She missed the sign.

Pay the fine. Go warm up.

Ten minute recess.

Hey, I'm sorry, I should've
just paid the fine.

Baker, I don't want your apology.

It's a silly kangaroo court.

- I mean, no disrespect.
- Just stop. Okay?

I said I'm sorry.
What more do you want from me?

Go away, all right? It's time for

the little duckling to go find
another duck to waddle behind.

I know you're bummed
because Al asked you

to sit out the rest of
this game and I know what

it's like to get pulled
when you know you can play.

Oh, you know what it's like?
You have no idea what it's like.

You've been in this league, what,
all of three months? You know nothing.

That's why I ask you for help.

That's why you should do your job,

- as captain of this team,
- I should do my job...

and help me get ready
to go back out there.

But you're just making it all about you.

- Oh, it's all about me, Baker, huh?
- Yeah!

Ever since you joined this team,
it's been about you 24/7.

- That's not my fault.
- It's just all anybody

talks about, it's all anybody
thinks about... guess what?

I for one, am sick of it.

What is with him today?

Mike's been on this team for 15 years.

The past five, he's gone home

after game number 162.

That's a lot of years of watching
other teams play into late October.

Yeah, but we're still in it.

We are, but others are closer.

So, he needs to dig deeper, play
harder, and make us do the same.

- It's his job to lead.
- Ginny, it's not always that easy.

If he wants a ring,
that's what he's gonna have to do.

It's not like he's going anywhere.

It's supposed to stop
raining in 15 minutes.

- Shouldn't you be getting warm?
- Yeah.

Let's go.

Hey... Oh! You're like a ninja.

I'm so sorry. I cannot take
those wives and girlfriends

anymore, I mean,
a couple of them, they make

the Beverly Hills housewives look Amish.

- Okay. Cameras everywhere.
- 720 of them.

But this is a blind spot.

Ah...

Mm!

- How'd it go with Mike?
- How'd you know about Mike?

- We talked about it.
- Oh. Yeah.

I need to stop doing that.

Um... not good.

His feelings are hurt, or...

his pride's wounded. Not sure.

- I got to go.
- Okay.

My place later?

No, no. I want to take you to Juniper.

- What?
- I want to take you out.

Come on, Juniper.

- It could get back to him.
- Let it.

I'm tired of sneaking
around. Aren't you?

No.

I mean, I kind of like it.
It's exciting.

Oh, come on, admit it. You do, too.

I do not.

Okay. Maybe a little.

- Yeah. Just a little.
- Yeah. Okay.

I predict, by 2021,

I should have a Screwgies Bar and Grill

in a minimum of at least eight cities.

This is an aggressive
five-year plan, Will.

You know, there's a spot
downtown that would be perfect.

Great street parking, good visibility.

You know, I should bring
you with me tomorrow

when I sit down with
the real estate agent.

Well, I don't work for hire, but if you're
talking partnerships, I'm listening.

- This is everything?
- Everything I could find online.

I made a few calls to confirm.

He had debt. Creditors
are looking for him.

- Look. Right here. Market Street.
- Okay.

You know, that's perfect!

- Yes! I know.
- You know, the San Diego

real estate market is
really tough these days.

And it's hard to get a loan.

Especially if you have
bankruptcy on your record.

I won't be able to get
a loan from a bank, no.

But private investors
are still an option.

Private investors have worked
well for you in the past?

- Yes, they have.
- Oh.

Have you been able to pay
back your loans on time?

- Amelia.
- No. It's okay.

Excuse me.

You want Ginny to be your
private investor, right?

Sure, but you can join, too.

I will have to close the
fund at some point, though.

- I'm fine, thanks.
- I'm sorry.

Are her agent or her business manager?

'Cause I don't think you can be both.

I'm whatever Ginny needs me to be.

Well, I don't think
she needs you worrying

about me or my business.

Not anymore.

That map... can I see
that again, please?

- Yeah.
- Sorry about that.

Ginny Baker will ride
again, which I guess just shows...

I don't know, what the hell

does this show? That if
you can't throw the ball

over the plate,
but you're really pretty,

you get to play in the big leagues?

_

_

_

Am I the only one that knows

we're in the middle of a game right now?

Oh, hey.

Lawson said he'll give
us his answer today.

- Which way do you think he's leaning?
- Hard to say,

but once a player hears from
management they're expendable...

- Charlie?
- I'm no meteorologist,

but I think we can safely
call that a light drizzle.

Yeah. I would agree.

So, why isn't your friend
pulling up the tarp?

He's probably waiting for
it to stop altogether.

Do you know what the
irresistible force paradox is?

What happens when an unstoppable force

meets an immovable object?

They both can't exist simultaneously.

Right. Well, I like to think of myself

as somewhat of an unstoppable force.

And Russell is an immovable object.

Get me someone who moves.

No groundskeeper's gonna lift that tarp

- until it stops raining completely.
- Okay.

Well, then, at least take me
down to the umpire's office,

and let me try to lobby
him not to call the game.

Oh, no, Charlie.
It does not work that way.

Sure it does.

What's the harm?

- There is no harm.
- Yeah.

- Come on.
- It's totally harmless.

That's right.

- No, it's gonna be big.
- Hey, Will.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah. All good.

Ginny, you didn't tell us

your brother was so
handsome and charming.

- Stop...
- All right, yeah.

He has his moments. What's going on?

He's been talking a lot about
your new business partnership.

Screwgies Bar and Grill.

The sports bar idea I told you
about. I changed the name.

Homeplate just sounded too corny.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I was actually... I was
worried about that too. Good idea.

Yeah, we can talk about the extent

of Ginny's involvement later.

Sure, but there's nothing
to talk about. She's in.

I'm gonna need a little time to
properly, vet this idea, the risk...

Amelia, I know you're
just looking out for me,

but it's a great idea.

So whatever Will needs

- to make it happen, he's got.
- Thank you.

I got to get back. Will, walk with me.

Will, if you want me to back

whatever this business is of yours,
Screwballs, Screwbar,

whatever it is, you know I will.

It's the least I can do, but don't ever

- put me on the spot like that again.
- Amelia was going after me.

- She's protecting me.
- No, she hasn't forgiven me for June.

Hasn't forgiven you for June?
What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

I came out, okay? After your bad start.

You were out here?

Look, not today, okay? You might
have to go out and pitch, so...

No, tell me about what happened in June.

- We can talk about this later.
- Will, tell me now.

- Kangaroo Court was a bad idea.
- Oh...

- Sorry.
- Nah, I don't know what happened.

Hey, guys, uh,
I just want to let you know

- I didn't see the hit-and-run sign.
- It's fine, man, whatever.

Wait, then why'd you say you did?

- Well, I was embarrassed.
- For missing a call?

No, man, I-I don't know
what happened to me.

I was just... I was looking at her.

At Ginny?

Am I really the only one who's noticed?

It's like we're playing
with a super model, guys.

You get used to it.

Javanes has nice eyes,

but I still manage to
focus on doing my job.

No, man, it's more than that.

I think I might have...

Might have what?

- Nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing?

Feelings?

Dude.

Come on, man, you get...

My chambers.

Now.

Hey.

Omar, you have a crush.

No, man, this is for real, all right?

I've had a thing for her since
I played with the Cardinals.

Come on, man, how much do
you even know about Ginny?

I know that when she's around,
I can't think straight.

Uh-huh.

Did you know she that
hums Katy Perry songs

when she stretches, and not in-key?

That she loves grape
soda and hates cilantro,

and can spend almost a
half hour explaining why?

- No.
- I do.

Because I've spent about 100 more
hours talking to her than you,

and I'm not falling in love with her.

Blip goes back five years
with her, back in the minors.

He's not leaving his wife
any time soon for Ginny.

You're not in love because
you don't know her,

and she sure as hell doesn't know you.

Is that what she's been humming
when she's working out? Katy Perry?

That's how off-key she is.
But if you listen carefully,

it's the worst rendition of
"Firework" you've ever heard.

The point is you don't have feelings.

Okay, we're done here.

- G, you're only gonna make things worse.
- Stay here.

- Shouldn't you be staying warm?
- Staying warm is not a problem.

Hey, the rain's letting up.
Do you want to hit the bike?

Okay.

Ev,

- where's Amelia?
- She just went looking for you.

Amelia.

- I've been looking for you.
- You lied to me.

I'm sorry?

Will came to see me after my
first game and you sent him away?

I did.

Gin, he was in really bad shape.

And you didn't tell me?

Because something bigger than
both of us was happening,

and I couldn't let him jeopardize that.

And I'd do it again.

I don't want to have to choose
between you and my brother.

I had to do that once, I chose
him. He's the one who chose you.

I know.

But you're lucky he did.

Yeah.

This is not the umpire's locker room.

Nope. You find it,
you could get us in trouble, Charlie.

Big trouble.

What are you doing?

Trying to keep you out of trouble.

Well, this is generally not how
I like to spend a work day.

Don't worry.

You'll get your turn.

So, why'd you leave Silicon
Valley to run the Padres?

Yeah, well, it wasn't to
stand around on a day

it wasn't supposed to
rain and waste money.

No, seriously. Why baseball?

Oh, you know, it was the math.

The patterns.

I learned that if you study
the data long enough,

it's like you could predict the future.

So you came here to be a fortune teller?

- Yeah, I've done all right for myself.
- For a guy from Queens.

Yeah, well, look, I needed
something to believe in,

something that I could predict,

something that let me know I
was gonna get out of there.

And Sabermetrics, math, did that for me.

Look, I know what you're
trying to do here.

You're trying to keep me
out of the umpires room.

- It's not gonna work.
- Seems to be so far.

Hey, what happens when
an unstoppable force

meets an immovable object?

Look, you can't make Lawson

agree to a trade,
you can't make it stop raining

and you can't make
Russell work any faster.

But you know what you can do?

Well, hitting baseballs may
be therapeutic for you,

- but it's not for me.
- Well, how do you know?

Beats sticking your nose where it
doesn't belong, like an umpire's room.

- Ah!
- So, you're good at math?

- Yes, I am.
- Okay.

Here it comes. Heads up, heads up.

There you go, opposite field hit!

That's a hit.

Oh, look who decided to join us.

Your Honor, I'd like to
change my testimony.

I'm pulling rank.

The truth is, I'm getting old, you know,

with my, uh, brittle bones
and my cloudy cataracts.

- I missed the sign.
- No, it's my fault.

I ran when I shouldn't have.

Are you seriously challenging me? Again?

I hereby declare this a mistrial

due to a well-hung jury.

Hey.

All right, all right, all right.

They're pulling up the tarp.
We need to be ready to play ball

in 20 minutes. Baker, go get warm.

- I'm warm.
- All right.

Let's get ready to go out
there and win this game.

We're only six games back
in the wildcard race.

Let's do this.

Let's get it.

Come on, let's go, baby, let's go.

You did it. You got them invested.

Oh, no, that was all you.

The long arm of the law.

Okay, so, I have to confess,

I was praying for a rain-out.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

So you could get out of here early.

That would've been a silver lining.

Because I have to see patients

- first thing in the morning.
- Oh.

- Hey. We're playing.
- Hi.

- Yes, I know.
- Hi, Dad.

Coming to the house for
dinner on Sunday?

I would not miss your Pasta e
fagioli, let me know if I can

- bring something, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Now, let's win this thing.

- Oh, we will.
- Mm-hmm.

Where are we with Lawson?

Trouble you were in three
months ago, clean it up?

I appreciate your concern.

I just want to make sure my
money was put to good use.

- Why are you here, Will?
- I'm here to see my sister.

What's your end game?
Do you want to be her agent again?

I'm not here to work for Ginny.

I'm here to work with her. And I'm
talking about creating something

even bigger than our father's dream.

And now is not the time to
capitalize on your sister's fame.

You have no idea the amount
of pressure that she's under.

If you really love her,
you'll leave her be.

I just hoped that you and I
would be able to find a way

to work together. That's all.

First pitch to Mason Terry
you need to throw a fastball

right down the middle.

So he can up his slugging percentage?

He knows you're gonna be scared
to throw him another one.

I'm not scared.

So he's gonna be looking for
a screwball down and away.

You throw a fastball middle-in,
he's either gonna pull it foul

500 feet or he's gonna freeze and
end up taking it for a strike.

I don't want to sound like
an annoying duckling,

but, um, I don't know
what I'd do without you.

You'd be fine. Higher ERA,

for sure, but fine.

Better go find Livan.
He probably went home.

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