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Max Chapman has been
unhittable today,

but her luck might be
about to change

as in steps Josh Gibson,
the homerun king.

Gibson is once again leading
the league in homeruns

for the Homestead Grays,

and hitting just about
anything thrown his way.

[d Nancy Sinatra:
"Friday's Child"]

A thunderbolt!
She's got him
blinking like a baby.

And, boy, oh, boy,
does this crowd love it.

Chapman's got the special sauce
and the fire today.

It's not every day
you see the Black Babe Ruth
back on his heels.

Sorry, sweetheart.

All right, guys. Bring it in.

Hey, anybody know
who that cutie is over there?

Ha! Yeah, I know her.

- Gary, I didn't know
you had it in ya!

She must be deep in love.

My wife only comes
to games, and I practically
have to airlift her.

But that's 'cause
she hates ya ass.

Well, what can I say,
she just keeps showing up.

Here comes
the kitten right now.

Hey, Maxine,
I'm excited for Guy
and Clance's party...

Mr. Vance. Max Chapman.
Uh, I'm a pitcher,
and you need me.

Oh. Is that so?

First, your pitcher,
Mr. Fowkes,

his arm isn't what it
used to be in the majors.

If I pitched practices,
he'd have time to rest it.

Also, he's developed
a tell on his curveball.

Yeah, I do not have a tell.
Who is this?

Mr. Fowkes, you puff
your cheeks every time
you gonna throw a curve.

- Now, who the hell
does this bitch thinks...
- Guys.

Pack it up for the day.

Oh, uh...

I'm not his girl.

-Gary, don't cry, I'll be your...

Well, you're right
about Fowkes.

I know.

I can throw a curve
that looks like a marble
over the plate.

And I can do it
without sending
a telegram first.

You know, a lot of these boys
are going to the Majors
and the Negro Leagues.

- And the rest came from there.
- I know all about your team.

- I've been coming to these
games since I was a little girl.
- I'm sorry, kid.

Everybody on the team has
to have a job at the factory.

Respectfully, sir,
I'm not leaving
until you see me pitch.

You'll be sleeping here then.

So, any job at the factory?

[blues music playing]

These skirts are just...

I mean, how am I supposed
to squat in this?

They're gonna see
my... everything.

I don't think the fellas
are gonna mind too much.

I think they're cute.
Peach brings out
the pink in my cheeks.

[speaking Spanish]
How am I going
to play in a skirt?

How am I supposed
to slide out on the field?

[speaking English]
Hey. Hey, maybe it's
just for the pictures.

Today it's for the pictures,

but you will be playing
in them also.

This is bullshit.

Knock, knock, knock.
Everyone decent?

[Beverly] This is your team's
head of operations and PR,

also nephew of the esteemed
owner of our League.

This is Mr. Alan Baker.

Just Alan. [chuckles]
I'm my own man.

- Uh, yeah,
we can't play in skirts.
- Yeah.

We're ballplayers,
not Follies Girls!

Nothing against the Follies.

- This one personally
loves the Follies.
- Can't get enough!

Anyway, tomorrow is
your first game against
the South Bend Blue Sox.

Wait. Hold on. Tomorrow?

We haven't even practiced.

To that end, um,
I have some news.

You, our Rockford Peaches,
will be coached
by none other than...

- [imitates fanfare]
- Okay, you can just
say my name.

- [players gasp]
- [Alan] Former Cubs pitcher
Casey Porter!

- Dove! Dove Porter!
- The King of the Forkball!

The one that
killed the bird?

- Yeah, the dove, Jo.
- Oh, right.

[chuckling]

I love a locker room.

You know, all the things
people write on the walls,
little prayers

they send up to the gods,

to, please, for the love
of George Washington,

let them have their moment.

Now, the first thing
a pitcher has to learn

is how to look
in someone's eye
and read them.

Are they scared?
Are they thinking
about their girlfriend?

As I stand here
looking at all of you,

I'll tell you
what I'm seeing...

That a lot of you came here
looking for your moment.

- Am I right?
- [player] Yes, sir.

Yeah. Good.

Then I want to see
fire in those eyes.
Let me see your fire.

[speaking Spanish]
Fire! Fire in your eyes.

[Dove, in English]
Great, yeah. Fire it up!

That's right. Let me see it.
Show it to me.

Oh, light it up. Light 'em up.
That's what I'm talking about.

Now, ladies, tonight
I go home to make up
our first-ever starting line-up.

So, let's go out there today
and show me why
you should be on it.

Let's go!

Let's go.

- Okay
- Here we go.

[Alan] All right.
This is very exciting.

[Dove] Let's go!

- [Beverly] Clickety-clack.
- Here we go.

Clickety-clack.

Hi, there.

[nervously]
Uh, hi, there, as well.

It's okay.
What can I do you for?

I'm Carson Shaw,
I'm the catcher.

I'll catch the pitches.

I'm sorry.
I'm such a big fan, this is...

Okay!
You're one of my dad's
favorite players.

I was just wondering
if maybe
you would sign this.

Sure.

- Yeah, my family doesn't
really believe this is real.
- [chuckles]

Check this out.

- Wow.
- Hang on, what's this?

- Magic.
- Yeah.

Maybe your pop will
magically come around
once he reads this,

"Carson Shaw is
a pro ballplayer,

"yours truly..."

Wow. Thank you.

Let me see the fire,
Carson Shaw.

Any time.

I think with the mask on,
it'll work a lot better.

'Cause I was doing it.

- Uh, okay. Okay.
- I usually, uh, learn fast.

- We'll get it. You'll get it.
It's your first day.
- Okay. All right.

- See ya. I'm gonna go.
- All right.

- Whoo!
- [whistles]

This is something
I can work with.

[Greta] Whoo!

Nice rip.

Nice, nice.

[groans]

- Ho.
- [Jo] Hey, what's-your-name.

Wanna stop making
us all look bad?

It's not my job, honey.

Here we go, Joey.

[groans]

[Greta] It's okay.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm.

[Dove] Hey.

Who taught you
to throw like that?

I taught myself.

Me too.

Show me your curve.

Okay.

Hey, Carson Shaw.
How about you make
your daddy proud?

Ooh! Carson already
has a new daddy?
That was quick.

It was a thing
you were not there for.

He's not my daddy.

- [grunts]
- Oof.

Huh?

[laughing] I think I'm gonna
show you my forkball.

But you are gonna have
to take an oath of secrecy.

[chuckles]
It's just an expression, kid,
I'm not swearing you in.

Oh. [chuckles]

All right, now, look.
The grip is simple.

You're symmetrically
just getting in,
cleaning the seams,

right where you're gonna sign
your autograph in a few years.

And then,
just like a fastball...

[Dove] Stay in there, Shaw.

- Okay. Okay, okay.
- [player] There you go, Shaw.

Ho-ho! Way to get
a round on that, Shaw.

- See, does that makes sense?
- Yeah.

- All right, give it a shot.
- Okay. Thanks.

You bet.

Who is that gorgeous woman?
She looks just like my mother.

- [Maybelle]
That means you're rich!
- [Jess] I don't like her.

Oh, I know who that is.
Hey, Shaw.

[Marshall]
"Can womanhood survive
the Rockford Peaches?"

What kind of
journalism is this?

Oh, for Pete's sake!
Vivienne, will you
please read it?

- He sounds like my mother.
- [chuckling] You do.

"First women head
to the factories,

- "losing their
feminine refinement..."
- [Baker] Oh, God.

"And now they pick up
baseball bats
and fight to the death

- "to see who can be
the most masculine."
- Come on. Fight to the death?

- That's what it says.
- That's a little far-fetched.

That just put the nail
in the coffin
right there, huh?

We can't even sell out
a couple of hundred seats,

the girls, they look
like truck drivers.

- All this before
the first game? Please.
- Yeah!

Before game one.
Look like truck drivers.

Will you please stop
repeating me, huh?

You sound like my brother.
Very annoying.

That's why I'm here.
I know what men want
to look at. I invented that.

- So, if we can get that right,
the press will follow.
- That's right.

[jazz music playing]

Wonderful. Thank you
so much. We cannot
wait to have you here.

Great. You're welcome.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Hi, uh...

[loudly]
Excuse me?

I didn't see you there.

Hi, I'm looking for a job.
I'd like an application, please.

Oh, we don't have
any applications.

You must have missed
that pile of them right there.

Oh! There is. Oops.

But, you know what,
we don't have a pen.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, I have a pen!

I did have a pen.

I don't anymore.

It's okay. I have my own pen.

But, you know what,
we're actually
not hiring, though.

So the pen thing was wrong.

Mmm.

So then why are
all these women here?

- Volunteer sewing drive.
- Ladies' lunch.

The factory is sponsoring
a ladies' lunch

for volunteers to sew.

The Roosevelt Order says
if you're doing war work
you have to consider me.

Fine. I'll consider
you right now.

And I will, as well.

The women here do more
delicate work than
I think you could handle.

- Thanks for your interest.
- Bye, now.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh.

- Thank you so much.
- Aw, thank you.
Thank you.

So, are you still giving me
the silent treatment
or has that ended?

Did you get home okay
last night?

I'm just trying to focus
on playing ball.

Can you please
just leave me alone?

You don't want
to be left alone.

Yes, I do.

[grunts]

Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in the game.

The game is the fuel.

The fuel makes the fire.

- [Greta chuckles]
- I can see you thinking, honey.

It reminds me of something
my friend Babe used to say,

"You gotta swing from the heart,
Dove, not from the head."

Babe... Babe Ruth?

That's right.

- Huh. Hmm.
- [chuckles]

It's kind of a lot for someone
who just played in majors

for three years,
don't you think?

His arm gave out.

And maybe you should
listen to him
about the heart.

Oh, yeah, maybe I should.
Or maybe I should just
hit the goddamn ball.

Maybe if you could.

Maybe I will,
if you would
stop talking to me.

[Greta grunts]

Aw, come on, Shaw.
I need a wall back there.

I wanna be calling you flypaper.

All right, let's call it
for today.

Come on, bring it around.
Bring it around.
Bring it in.

Great work today, Peaches.
Give yourself some applause.

Whoo!

The world is dark.
But we are here to
entertain these people

and bring them baseball,

eight to ten inches of calf,

and all the other things
that say to me "America."

Sorry. Pardon me.
Mr. D, was that it for today?

'Cause we got a game tomorrow.

I thought we were
going all night.

Ladies, we have
a group activity tomorrow.

Everyone please be downstairs
at 8:00 a.m. sharp.

- Do I need to be at that?
- You do not.

- [Jo] 8:00 a.m.?
- Thank you.

Listen, I know you're nervous.
It's a very big day tomorrow.

But I like an awful lot
of what I was seeing today.

And just remember,

if you don't feel ready,
that's exactly what
makes you ready.

I don't know.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Greta] What?

[player muttering]

- [Fern] Good night.
- [sighs]

[Shirley] Carson! Telephone.

[Greta] I'm sure it was
so frustrating to have
to make that pie.

[mouthing]

You never told me
you had a sister.

You can't just
talk to people.

[Carson sighs]

Oh, my goodness, Meg!
I have so much
to talk to you about.

[Meg] Like how you ran away
to play baseball in Illinois?

The Williamsons saw you
at the train station.

Emily said you were sweating
and your bra was out.

Yeah, it was visible,
but, like, not on purpose.

I got caught on a fence.

[Meg] Do you know how
embarrassing it is for Dad
to have the entire town

gossiping about
where you are?

I mean, what are they saying?

- He already has to explain
why you don't have children.
- All right, well...

Everyone doesn't have babies

immediately after getting
married like you, Meg, so...

[Meg] Yeah, most people do
within seven years.

[sighs] I just wish
Mom were here, Carson,
so you weren't my problem.

I am not a problem.

[Meg] I need to get on
with my day. So I opened
the mail at your house.

Charlie wrote to you.
His return is delayed.

Um, did he say why?
I mean, was there
anything else in the letter?

Do you mind giving me
some privacy, please?

Sure. Here.

I think you should read
this book. You'll like it.

[Meg] Carson, you know what?

Write your husband. Unless...
Are you leaving him?

What? No. Did Greta
say something to you?

And, you know, what,
I did write Charlie.
He knows exactly where I am.

I was inside Baker Field, Meg.

I used to...
I used to talk about this.

I used to dream about this.

Can't you just be happy for me?

[Meg] It sounds
like someone's played
a game on you, Carson.

You know what?
I need to go,
I have a real life.

You know what, I'll send
you newspaper clippings,

- so you can see just
how real my life is.
- [Meg hangs up]

- [dial tone]
- [women chatting faintly]

- [Greta] And we know
exactly what we're gonna do.
- [Jo] That's right.

[Greta] Take the money
that we make here
and we're gonna head to...

- [Greta and Jo] California.
- [Greta] I'm gonna
be in pictures.

I just hope that we actually
get a paycheck before then.

[scoffs] What are you
talking about? You don't think
this is gonna last?

Eh, it's a little too good
to be true, don't you think?

No. I actually think
this is the exact amount
of good to be true.

- Okay. I wouldn't get
your hopes up, farm girl.
- [Greta laughs]

I get it.

Don't get too comfortable,
we're all gonna die.

There has to be
a formal warning
if death is mentioned, I think.

- That's a rule, so...
- Um, well...

I guess, I just hope
that people actually
come to our games.

I think people are gonna
come to the games.

Dove Porter is our coach.

- I mean, it's gonna be great.
- [players agreeing]

- Has anyone actually seen
the newspaper today?
- Any of you?

- Whoa.
- No.

- 'Cause you should.
You should.
- [players muttering]

[Maybelle]
"Can womanhood survive
the Rockford Peaches?"

Hey, my arms aren't burly.

Are you trying
to get in my head?

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

[players continue chatting]

[sighs heavily]

Carson? Carson?

Yeah. You okay?

I'm worried.
Like, what if this
whole thing falls apart?

Or I get cut?
I can't go home. Can't go home.

- Oh, me neither.
- Oh, but you have a husband.

I have nothing. I have a chair.

I have a gorgeous chair,
but, I mean, technically,
it belongs to my parents.

It's not even my chair.

I don't know.

I feel like I'm supposed
to be here, you know?

I don't know if I've ever
felt that way before.

You think it's true?

What they wrote about us
in the paper?

You know what I think is true?

We're playing professional
baseball tomorrow.

[blues music playing]

[Toni] Look at this.

Mmm.

You're getting good.

Like mother, like daughter.

Not quite.
Come on. Sit down.

- Here we go.
- Mm-hmm.

[music continues on radio]

- Mmm-mmm-mmm.
- [chuckles]

You know,
I didn't always want
to work at a salon either.

This place almost
didn't happen.

They only gave me
the loan in the end
because I have a man's name.

To this day, I think
Rockford Bank and Trust

thinks that Toni Chapman,

the owner of the finest
salon in town, is a man.

You never told me that before.

- You think I should tell them?
- Nah.

[both laugh]

[upbeat music playing]

Everyone downstairs, ladies.

Very good.
Follow me into the living room.

I will take that, Mrs. Shaw.
Thank you.

Everyone into
the living room, ladies.

[Beverly] Two lines.

Oh! Maybe we died,
and in heaven they make
your house a department store.

[Beverly]
Like ladies, please,
not livestock.

Miss McCready.

Ladies, please allow me
to introduce
Vivienne Hughes,

of Vivienne Hughes Cosmetics.
The most expensive woman
on the East Coast.

[giggles]
Are we getting a makeover?

[whispering]
She's a multi-millionaire.

[whispering]
We should suck up to her then!

We've got a game tonight.

- We gotta get
in the right headspace.
- Shh.

Ladies, I'm here to make you
palatable for an audience.

To make you look and act like
the beautiful ladies behind me.

[clicks]

Georgia, you gotta
stop comin' in here

already doing
half your hair.
Look at this.

[Georgia]
I just need you to do the rest.

I'm right-handed
and I can't do the other side.

- You better charge her
for the whole thing!
- You know I will.

- You two are something else.
- Mornin', ladies!

- Morning!
- Nice to see you back in town.

Mrs. Turner.
It is been too long.
How have you been?

Busy and blessed.

Lovely to hear.

Hello, darling.

- I can set you up
right over here!
-Okay.

Make yourself at home, okay?

- [Mrs. Turner] Okay.
- All right.

She's in early
for the revival.

So you set her up,
but I'll take her.

- I want to make 'em
extra special.
- Okay.

- [Toni] All right,
we'll be right with you.
- Thank you.

[Toni] Hey now, Lynn,

I think that dress is
the same one I saw you wear
in the market yesterday?

What? The same dress
two days in a row?

I'm not surprised.

Now, I could try to lie,

give you fools a line about
how I ain't got as many
dresses as the Chapman ladies,

but I won't,
because I had a night.

- Ooh, well, good for you.
- What?

It's been, what, five years
since you had a night?

Oh. Mm-mmm. More like 35.

[Lynn] You remember that night
we went out with Bertie
to the moonshine farm?

- Oh, that was a night!
- Now, that was a night!

[both laughing]

Why you bring up
my sister in here?

- Mornin', all.
- Do you not know any better?

Dang, who died?

- [Toni] Hey, Clance.
- [Lynn] Thank God.

So, what's the plan?

Well, for my hair
I was thinking
something like...

You know it.

Oh, that's
a good look for you.
Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, we could do that.
- [Lynn] Love that.

Why is this such a big deal?
We were at the wedding,
it was lovely.

- The wedding sets
you up as a couple.
- [Toni] Exactly!

The housewarming sets you up
to the community.

You don't know what it means
to have your own house.

- [all] Amen.
- Mm-hmm.

And, Clance,
what is this I hear
about a crab boil?

Uh, yeah. [chuckles]

Guy's family said if
the crab boil wasn't perfect,

they're going straight back
to Louisiana, so...

Ooh, I haven't had crab
since before the war.
Y'all fancy.

Max, don't forget,
we have to pick up the crab
and then to Hank's

for the phonograph
and then my periwinkle dress.

Yeah. Mmm.
That does sound like
a lot to carry though.

Especially,
if we wanna protect
the Lena Horne hairstyle.

Yeah, it's a lot to protect.

You can use your dad's truck.

[swing jazz playing]

- [all laughing]
- Y'all see the way
they play me?

[music continues on radio]

Don't look, don't look,
don't look, don't look...

- Don't... Oh!
- [Max] Too late. Sorry.

You pointed it out,
I wouldn't have seen it.
And I don't care.

I got a new team.
Just gotta get the job first.

It's okay.
I'm gonna get my shot.

How're you gonna tell Toni
that you got another job?
'Cause I don't think...

I'mma just tell her.
I don't care what she thinks.

- Let's get some crab.
- [Max] Let's do it.

- Hi, Frank.
- Hey!

Here for the crab.

You know, I've never seen
crabs in real life.

Okay, it's crab. Not crabs.

Guy's gonna be so excited.

He gets emotional
over seafood.

They supposed
to look like this?

Prawns? This is
a crate of prawns.

Could've swore
that was your crab,
but it's the only crate left.

Do you realize how important
the crab is for the night?

- It's a crab night.
We need the crab.
- I understand that.

What kind of fish guy are you?
You didn't check the box?

- That's, like, your whole job.
- Mr. Beaumont was just here.

He must have your crab.

So what?
I'm supposed to go
and find Mr. Beaumont now?

I can give you his address.
I don't know if you want...

Or, you know, that's him
right there. With the hat.
He got your crab.

- Why didn't you just say that?
Take that.
- Wait, hold on.

- We're taking the prawn?
- Yes.

- You wanna take the prawn?
- Leave that there.

[Frank]
It's a lot of liquid and...

[Clance]
Okay, we got the address,
so let's go to Mr. Beaumont's.

Okay, so time wise,
it's either the phonograph
or the dress, right?

Yeah. I mean,
who needs music
for a party anyway, right?

We can just sing
or something.

I take it back,
phonograph it is!

Uh, one second.

What? What, you see the crab?

Hey!

Here to embarrass me again?

Should I call
a crowd over to watch?

You embarrassed me,
letting all those people
think I was your girl.

Didn't know that was so bad.

It's not. Uh...

Uh...

You recruiting?

Coach Vance said I need
a job to get on the team.

Listen, Maxine, even if you
hadn't made a fool of me
in front of the entire team,

I can't help you.

They're not hiring
Black women.

They just won't say it
straight out because
of the Roosevelt Order.

[truck horn honking]

What if you submitted me
as Max Chapman,
instead of Maxine?

What happens
when you show up?
It's my job on the line.

Just pretend
you didn't know.

Come on, Gary!
Live a little.

I thought you had my back.

I been having your back
for a while now.

Maybe I should stop.

Max! I'm gonna go.

I'mma see you tonight,
and we gonna talk more
about this, okay? Okay?

- [truck engine starts]
- Sounds great!

- [Clance] Get your ass
in the car! I'm leaving!
- I'm coming. Stop!

Clance, you can't carry
them crabs by yourself!

There are five face shapes.

Only one which is
naturally attractive.

So, I think today we will be
focusing on the other four.

Okay, too Semitic.

Too mysterious.

Uh, we have
vampire teeth here,
that can be filed.

- Lovely brows.
- [Greta] Mmm.

- Hair with volume,
and lovely color.
- [Greta chuckles]

Farm hands.

- [Alan] Farm face.
- Okay. I've never
even been to a farm.

From today,
your whole lives,
public and private,

must reflect
our All-American values,

the board's approval
and my uncle's taste.

This is bullshit!

Yeah, I didn't think
we'd have to do
this kind of stuff here.

It's like they want us
to hit a home run,

and then curtsy before them
with a crumpet in our hand.

- No thanks, chumps!
- They're making us into a joke.

[Vivienne] Or keeping you
from becoming one.

If you want access
to their world, this is
the price of admission.

Once you're in,
it's up to you
to decide what you want.

So, what did you want?

Autonomy.

I built an empire,
I traveled the world.

I married a younger man.

He's kept very well,
and I keep my freedom.

[d Peggy Lee:
"Why Don't You Do Right"]

You wanna glide
through the room,

you wanna float
into your husband
or your husband-to-be's arms.

Someday. [giggles]

- You're not married yet?
- Oh, no, I'm not married.

- Oh.
- [Greta] I just got to believe
my guy's out there.

Although, I hope
I hit a homer first.

[both laugh]

Oh! Gotta go.

This is so stinkin' stupid.
Do I look like
an All-American girl now?

I think you need to hold
and apply rouge.

- [Carson laughs]
- Cool it, Shaw.

Why don't you cool it?
Stop telling me
what to do.

And, curtsy.

Miss Dannely,
thank you so much,
but that will be all.

- I can do it how you'd
like me to do it.
- I don't believe you can. dear.

[Beverly]
I'm so sorry, dear.
It's going to be all right.

[Vivienne] There will be
a train ticket waiting for you
after you've packed.

[Greta] Why do you think
they're doing all this, Carson?

It's to make sure that we don't
look like a bunch of queers.
Do you get that?

That's what all of this is.

Or maybe it just
doesn't affect you,

Mrs. Shaw.

Miss McCready,
thank you so much.

It's been a pleasure
to have you here.

- No, you can't.
- No, Jess was helping us
with our makeup,

which is why she doesn't
have her makeup on yet.

Then I suggest that
you return the favor. Now.

[Greta] We're gonna help you.

And, curtsy.

All right, so we just
knock on the door,

swap the prawn
for the crab,

and it over, right?

Maybe we should
leave the floor prawn
in the car for now.

Let's feel it out.

Feel it out. Right. Okay.

[jazz music playing]

Okay.

- Hi. Is Mrs. Beau...
- Shh.

...mont there?

Okay.

Aunt Bee had a big heart,

and she had
the best of intentions.

But when it came time for her
to help me learn how
to ride that bike,

I found out
that Aunt Bee didn't know
how to ride a bike either.

So, what she did...

- [Max] We need to leave.
- Not without my crab.

- You know how I feel
about dead people.
- Okay, just calm down!

Sorry. [clears throat]
Do you know if they're gonna
be serving any crab later?

I mean, not for me, for her.
You know, 'cause you know
how she liked her food...

Probably...

- I need to leave.
- No! No!

- Yes.
- Just calm down, okay?

Don't move,
I'm gonna find the kitchen.

Oh. Sorry, just, uh,
looking for a tissue.

[nephew, muffled]
I noticed that Aunt Bee could
sometimes be mean as a snake...

Damn it! Okay.
Crab, crab, crab.

[breathing heavily]
Crab... Crab...

[sobbing] No! No!

- Oh, sweetheart.
- No!

I miss her too.
I miss her too.

Fuck, Mrs. Beaumont.

God, we need to get that crab.

We have to go to Schwartz'.

What? No! My momma
don't even go there.

Plus you know they're
gonna charge us double.
We should go to Patty's,

- get your dress, and then we...
- No, I'm picking the crab.

- For Guy, I'm picking the crab.
- You sure?

Mmm.

Okay.

[jazz music playing]

Remember, we're allowed
here by law.

You wanna remind them of that?
'Cause I don't think
they got the memo.

Crab! Excuse me.
[clears throat]

Excuse me, sir!

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Hi.

Uh, can...

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

Sir, can we... Okay.

It don't matter.

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't even matter,
it's fine.

It seems like
it does.

You've always had Toni
making things nice for you.

You don't know what it is
to have to build a home
and a name for yourself.

I just didn't want
to embarrass myself
or Guy tonight.

But look at me.
I don't have any crab,

so the invitations
that I've drew crab all over
is stupid now,

and looks like I was showing off
about crab, they gonna think,
"Oh, she's..."

- I'll be right back.
- Wait, what?

- Where you...
- I'll be back.

Max!

Max!

[sighs]

Ooh. That's a cute diner.
I'm starving.

How do you know
if your shoulders are even?

They must be even enough.
You're still here.

I gotta get my mind right
to pitch tonight.

Ugh!

Oh! Oh.
I have really specific
dietary restrictions,

so I have to go to the market.

But I just realized
I've actually never been
alone in public before.

Do you wanna come with me?

- Um, sure. Yeah.
- Great.

Uh, we'll meet you
at the ballpark.

Sir.

Sir?

I know you can hear me.
I'm not leaving.

[Carson] So, it's fresh tuna
that has more protein?
That's the thing?

[Shirley]
You're kidding, right?

Carson, please tell me
that you're not eating
canned fish.

- Botulism can
and will kill you.
- Okay.

- [clerk] Hi, there.
- Hi!

Uh, half a pound
of your freshest
tuna please?

Yes. And I have
my ration card.

Hi. Um, we talked
the other night,
I don't know if you remember.

I just wanted to clear up
anything that, um,

you might have seen
that might've felt off. Uh...

I'm not gonna say anything.
I don't care.

Okay. Okay.

[clears throat] Miss?

Can I help you
with anything?

Uh, actually,
I was here first.

- Right?
- Yeah, yeah.
She was here first.

What do you want?

[upbeat jazz song playing]

Um, I have a order here
for one Miss Lena Horne?

Oh, my God! You did not!
Oh, my God!

Be careful.

- Ah!
- [both laughing]

Welcome to the All-American
Girls Professional Baseball
League's first game.

And get ready to meet
the South Bend Blue Sox
and your own Rockford Peaches.

[crowd cheering]

[music ends]

[organ National Anthem playing]

- Wow, this is happening.
- Yeah.

You three were specifically
not invited to my party. Go.

We came to the party
to make sure it's lame,
and it's confirmed.

- You better shut up, Cecil.
- It's Big C.

Big C, my ass!
Now take your comics and scram.

What is that?
That my Superman?

I told you not to
steal my comics!

- That's my Superman!
- [Clance] No.

- Let's go.
- [Clance] Remember I said
I was taking it

after you got peanut butter
on my Wonder Woman.

Please.

Dumbass!
Oh, God. Welcome. Hi.

Oh! Thank you. That's nice.
Put that there, I got crabs.

Guy! We're back!

Uh, okay, here I come, baby.

Hey, don't go nowhere, y'all.

I'mma get that crab
to you in just a second now.

How you doin'? Uh...

Hey, baby. I was wondering
where you were.
You all right, baby?

No, um... No, 'cause
I didn't get the dress,
and I messed up,

so it's just a mess.

And I can't talk
to people like that,
so I'm gonna go dress...

- All right, slow down...
- No. It's okay.

Hey, hey, I got this.

Um, can you put the crab
in that pot and watch 'em?
Thank you.

[door opens]

[Guy]
All right, where is it?

Now, you're already
a case of lovely,

but I especially think
you look perfect...

in this.

Mwah.

[chuckles] Look at that.
Is that Lena Horne I see?

[both laugh]

[rhythmical music playing]

[announcer]
Whoa, baby,
look at the speed on that!

Our starting pitcher,
Lupe Garcia,
hails from Spain.

Look out, fellas.
Her fastball is as hot
as her temper.

Spain goes down
a little easier than Mexico.

Caliente!

[announcer]
Shirley Cohen up.

In addition to
swinging the bat,

she also enjoys
playing the flute
and baking bread.

[crowd groans]

[umpire] Strike!

Safe!

[umpire]
Strike three, you're out.

That's my girl!

[Jo] Get it! Get it! Get it!
There we go.

Just like that!

[Jo] There we go! There we go!

McCready!

- [Carson] That's it!
- That's how you do it, Gill.

[Dove] Hustle in.

Hustle in.

[Greta] I'm up.

Now, that's good baseball.
Put some wood on it, Gill.

I think I will, sir.

- Wish me luck.
- Good luck.

[clicks] Thanks.

Here we go, bird.

Let's go.

[announcer] Greta Gill keeps
them off first base with a
"come hither" look in her eye!

And, boys, she's single!

- She's lovely.
- Yes.

[announcer]
Who wants her telephone number?
I know I do.

[Dove] Give it a knock.

- Viv, I owe ya.
- Hmm?

[chuckles]
Oh, you're paying me. So much.

This is gonna work.

Strike!

[crowd groans]

[heckler] Hey, honey,
what's your bra size?

I like to know
the players' stats!

You know, you're much
prettier than the papers
make you sound. [laughs]

[music resumes]

Here we go.

Go, you got it.

Hey, if you want a date
with me, you're gonna have
to shake it a little.

- [crowd groans]
- [umpire] Strike!

- [music resumes]
- [Greta chuckles]

You got this.
Come on. Come on!

That's right, honey.
Just keep your eyes on my balls.

- Strike three, you're out!
- [crowd groans]

- Is he serious?
- Did he say balls?

[heckler] It's okay.
I can make it feel better.

Just blow me some more
of those kisses.

[announcer]
And here comes third baseman,
Jo De Luca.

Let's go, slugger.

You got this, Joey.

[announcer] Fellas,
she might speak softly to you,
but she carries a big stick.

[man] All right, De Luca.

[Maybelle]
Come on, Joey!

[Dove] De Luca.

- [crowd groans]
- Strike!

[heckler] Maybe if you lost
a few pounds, we'd at least
have something nice to look at.

Hey, maybe if you
would learn to shut
your big, fat mouth...

Miss Gill. No.

[bat hits ball]

[announcer]
Foul ball by De Luca.
Count now, oh and two.

[organ music playing]

Strike three! You're out!

[heckler]
I think she's gonna cry!

Oh, come on,
honey! Smile!

You could quit playing ball
right now, come sit on my lap!
It'll feel a lot better.

She asked for it, look at her.

[Carson]
We can't let them just say
this shit about us.

- Yeah, make him stand up,
I'll take him out at the knees.
- Yeah.

These are your customers.

And Mr. Baker can't
afford to lose any more.

So please, ladies,
chins up, smiles on.

Hey, if you wanna
fish for snapper,

you can't go after it
like a steelhead
with sand shrimp, right?

Hey, you know what?
I'll take care of it.

[jaunty piano music playing]

[Dove] Can I have a quick word?

Oh, my!

Hey, Momma.

Hi. You look good.

- Thank you. [chuckles]
- Mm-hmm.

- And thank you, Daddy.
- Anytime, kiddo.

[chuckles]

Hey, Ellie!

- Look at her!
- Yeah, we made that.

- We did, baby.
- Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Guy.

I haven't had a boil this good
in I don't know how long.

You put your foot
in this food.

Whoo! Yes! [laughs]
Told ya! [chuckles]

You all right?

Yeah.

Just Miss Toni
said it was good,

so that means
it's extra good.

Means I hit a home run.

[announcer] That'll do it today
for the Rockford Peaches,
who lose one to nothing.

Strong first outing
from Lupe Garcia.

Maybe next time,
the Peaches will bring
their bats to the park.

We looked like
idiots out there.

I give us two weeks tops.

Okay, all right,
we had one bad first game.
It's gonna get better.

- [Carson] This is pro ball...
- [Greta] It was bad.

- I know. It has to get
better though, right?
- It was bad.

Does it?

- Excuse me.
- Hi.

Hi, I've come to pass on
a note from the board.

You're a bit too much
out there,

so if you could be
a little sweeter,
a little, a little less.

Of course. Mm-hmm.

Good. Hmm.

Jo, you go home.
I'll meet you guys there.

- [Jo] You good?
- [Greta] Yeah.

[Marshall] We just need
a little more competition.

The girls,
they need your help.

[Dove]
Well, I am not a magician.

Actually, I am,
but that's besides the point.

No, Casey,
you're a coach.

Yeah. I was just going
to agree, you should...

[Dove]
Hey, I came here to get
back on the map, okay?

Not to have my reputation
ruined by you
with this garbage.

[Marshall]
I'm sorry, your reputation?

Look, if you wanna go back
to selling boat insurance,
please, be my guest!

I'm sorry, Nathan.

If you want the game
to be more exciting,
you have to shorten the skirts.

All right?
These girls just
don't have the fire.

Mr. Porter.
You were right.

Right?

It goes down easier
if you know it's a joke, right?

[slow jazz playing]

Hey, I was just
looking for you.

I'm sorry, [chuckles]
about before.

Uh...

Would you
like to dance?

Yeah.

So, you give any more thought
to what I said about the job?

You don't quit!

I promise, if it goes bad,
I'll take the fall.

I would really, really,
really appreciate it, Gary.

Fine.

I'll put your name
on the list,

"Max."

Wait, that's not the
only reason you wanted
to dance with me, right?

It's not the only reason.

[crying]

[song ends]

[sniffles]

- Hey.
- Hey. [sniffles]

Hey, um...

I think I left my makeup bag
in here. I, um...

Greta.

It's okay.

I really let them get to me.

It's okay to want things.
I think.

I feel like whenever I really

let myself want something,
it never really goes right.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

I just... I really needed
this to be real.

Who says it's not real?

I mean, you did.

You said the league won't even
last two weeks, if we're lucky.

- You haven't unpacked anything.
- Okay.

They get to tell us
how long this lasts,

and what we wear,
and what our eyebrows
look like,

and they get to tell us
whether or not we can

talk back to the fucking
assholes in the stands. But...

they don't get to tell us
whether or not this is real.

That's us.

Yeah.

[d Nina Simone:
"Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"]

[knock on door]

Oh.

I like this look.

Oh, yeah?

I could've done these nails
just as good.

I prefer an after-hours
appointment.

[Max laughs]

[song continues]

[jazz piano music playing]

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