All language subtitles for Frankie Drake Mysteries S02E06 1080p BluRay x264-BEDLAM (1)

INDISTINCT CHATTER

The Toronto Sparrows in a championship game.

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

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

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

How do you not know they score runs?

Four red-hot dogs for two red-hot gals.

Coming UP-

They always taste better at the ballpark.

Yeah, probably because they clean
the grill once a month.

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

The perfect game.

Oh! New edition, barely creased.

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

This is baseball.

Everyone's got a superstition.

Keep the change.

Ooh!

Flo, Flo, that's her.

Hey!
- Thank you.

Remember this moment, ladies.

You are in the presence of one of
the greatest women's players ever.

Dorothy Lloyd.

She's gonna bruise the catcher's hand

with that fastball.
- Mmm!

1.92 earned run average
and 3.84 at the plate.

She's really something.

MAN:
You got nothing on us, Collins!

MARY:
I practiced once with the Sparrows.

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

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

UMPIRE: Strike three!
- APPLAUSE

Oh, Viola Kelly.

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

TRUDY: Do players always talk to each other
like that?

MARY:
Oh, catchers always give it to the batters.

Trying to unnerve them,
It's just the game.

Strike!
- CROWD CHEERS

I thought to be a baseball player...

you needed to know how to hit.

Or catch.

Or throw.

Put a sock in it, Redwood.

APPLAUSE
- UMPIRE: Strike two!

MAN:
Way to go!

MARY: Come on, Dorothy!
One more strike!

Strike three!

CROWD CHEERS

Another inch to the side

and that ball was breaking my elbow.

It's not my fault
you crowd the plate.

I'll knock one over the fence
and then I'll knock your teeth out.

And I'll knock you both out
if you don”: shut up and play!

Dorothy, you're up.

TRUDY:
So that's just the game too?

MARY:
Shh, shh! Dorothy's coming up.

I thought boxing was rough.

WOMAN: Go, Dorothy!
- Come on, Dorothy.

Do it, Dorothy!

Strike one!

MAN:
Oh, come on! Have a heart.

That's alright.
- DUTCH: Come on, Dorothy

stay calm.

It's strange, though. She normally kisses
this lucky ladybug pendant

before every at-bat
but I don't think she has it today.

APPLAUSE
- CROWD CHEERS

Oh!

Dorothy!

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

Are you with us, Dorothy?
Dorothy?

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

We need a doctor!
Anyone here a doctor?

Out of the way, ladies.
- DUTCH: Anyone?

MAN:
Can we get some help?

You a doctor?
- Morgue attendant.

What the hell?
- Just trust her.

Just do something!

Trudy, grab her legs.

DUTCH: ls it working?
ls she breathing?

Mary? Take a look at this.

Yes, those are the spikes
from a baseball cleat.

Are they always so bent?

You're right!
It looks like they've been pried off.

If that's Dorothy's, I'm not so sure
this was an accident.

Are you with us, Dorothy?
Dorothy?

Please save her. Please!

Dorothy, can you hear me?

Dorothy!

I'm so sorry.

There's nothing I could do.

She's dead.

She's so special, you know?

We checked her shoes.

It looks like her spikes were pried loose.

But the police said it was an accident.

Not if her cleats were tampered with.

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

the damaged cleats with every step.

The girls are used to faulty gear.

Ladies baseball. The damn owners will cut
any corners that they can.

But those were definitely tampered with.

You said she's good?
- Frankie?

She's top notch, Coach.

Then consider yourself hired.

So who do you think would've done this?

The other team would have the most to gain.
I'd like to start with them.

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

They're not gonna tell you anything.
They're like circled wagons.

Well, maybe there's a witness?

Someone who could've seen
the Comets tampering with the gear.

Equipment manager takes care of the gear.

And where would we find him?

She's about 20 paces that way.

One lady baseball player kicks off
in bizarre fashion

and suddenly I'm working a Saturday
rush autopsy.

It's not like this broad was Babe Ruth.

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

Cause of death?
- Cardiac arrest due to trauma.

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

She died instantly.
- Accidental death.

I'll take care of it from here.
- Good.

I got a tip on a pony in the third race
at Dufferin.

Mop and bucket are in the closet.

So what did Dr Charming have to say
about Dorothy?

Broken rib to the heart.

You know, ifs strange that an elite athlete
would break a rib from a simple tumble.

So Frankie and Mary are investigating?

Yeah. This whole thing seems suspicious.

Let's get a closer look.

FENCE RATTLES

Be a lot easier if you had a catcher.

Redwoods on her fourth gin
at the Clover Club by now.

Who're you?
- Frankie Drake.

I'm a private investigator. I'm looking into
what happened to Dorothy.

I thought the cops said
it was just a freak accident.

Well, that may be so, but...

Coach thought it was worth Frankie
taking another look.

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

So they rescheduled the championship?

Yeah, and I've only got a couple hours
to practice before my shift at the mill.

A lot of the girls have two jobs.

Some even have three.

That sounds exhausting.

But it's worth it, right?

Being on this field...

smelling the grass...

the feel of a leather glove.

Yeah, you bet. You play too?

Starting pitcher for the Foxes.

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

Hey, I can catch if it'll help.

FRANKIE:
Um...

Before the game, did you see anyone
going through the equipment bags?

No, but once I drop off the bags,
I don't keep watch.

Where did you leave them?

Same place as always.

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

I usually open up about 90 minutes
before the first pitch.

People like to grab a dog, find a seat.

You have a terrific view of the field.

Best seat in the house.

It's the main reason I do this job.

Before the game,
did you see any of the Comets

going through
the Sparrows' equipment bags?

I'm pretty sure I saw Viola Kelly
digging through the gear.

The first baseman!

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

They've got a complicated past.

What do you mean?

Well, last year,
she played for the Sparrows.

Did she leave?

No. They traded her for an outfielder.

Mm, that's what they said

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

Nothing kills a locker room like jealousy.

Thanks for your time.

I'll, uh... see you at the game tomorrow?

If Viola did this

her lack of sportsmanship is appalling.

So we have a suspect.

Hey! There's something you gotta see.

MARY: They say one should never
meet their idols

and I'm pretty sure this is worse.

That is some nasty bruising.

Dr Thomson chalked it up to lividity.

Blood pooling after death.

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

We did, so the blood
should have pooled elsewhere.

And bruises don't develop after death

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

She was injured before the game.

The night before.
And I've seen a lot of bruises.

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

An attack or a fight.

Which resulted in a broken rib.

So the tampered cleat
is what caused her to fall

but the broken rib caused her death.

Viola should be ashamed of herself.

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

We need to talk to Viola.

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

I like the quiet. Though it doesn't seem
like I'm going to get any.

Who're you?
- Frankie Drake.

I'm a private investigator.

And this is my associate Mary Shaw.

I'm a big fan, Miss Kelly.

And I am sorry that we're interrupting
your quiet time

but your teammates told us
that we could find you here.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions about Dorothy.

Shoot.

Well, it appears that Dorothy
was attacked last night.

You know anything about that?

Attack Dorothy? Are you nuts?

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

She'd eat me alive in a fight.
- FRANKIE: Not if you had a weapon.

Wanna search me for a sock full of pennies?

We know you had a grudge against her
from your days as a Sparrow.

She walked around
like she owned the team

with the coach tied around
her little finger.

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

SHE SCOFFS

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

That's plain crazy.

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

You had a few drinks,
got a few bad ideas

then you ran into her last night.

Hold on.

Last night, I was in Windsor.

You didn't travel here with your team?

This is ladies baseball.

You think the owners are gonna pony up
for us to stay in a hotel?

Where are you staying tonight?

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

But they got us four to a room.

Your coach will back this up?

Our train pulled into Toronto
an hour before game time.

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

She was your teammate once.

You could at least pretend that you're sad.

Don't worry, Mary.

This game is far from over.

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

But she was so tough,
she still suited up for the game today.

Then that same person
tampered with her cleats.

Desperate move
by a no-good cheater.

The other team wasn't even in town.

So who benefits from
the best player in the league

missing a championship game?

Mary, you're in the bleachers every game.
Do you see any gambling going on?

If I was on duty, I'd have my hands full,
that's for sure.

The Sparrows
are the heavy favourites.

So if some high-roller bet on the Comets

and they took Dorothy out...
- TRUDY: He could win a fortune.

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

I'm on it.
- I'm going to track down Redwood.

Catchers know their pitchers
better than anyone.

Maybe she heard something.

And I assume you'll be knocking on the doors
of Toronto's finest bookmakers?

There's only one bookmaker in town
who deals with that kind of action.

Frankie, be careful.

The gambling world is a dark place
to dive into.

BELL RINGS

Bouquet or wreath?

I was told this is where I should go

if I want to get in on some action.

No business without a referral.
- I'm just looking to make the Sparrows game

a little more interesting tomorrow.

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

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

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

You need to leave before I make you leave.

Who's in charge around here?

It's just a flower shop.

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

Twenty dollar minimum.
This ain't a nickel and dime shop.

I assume you accept cash?

Gonna need a name for the ledger.

Frankie.

And you chose today
to suddenly start gambling?

Women's league suddenly got
a bit more interesting.

And you are?

Bessie Starkman.

Take the cash out slowly or...

Dario here'll get itchy.

What're the odds
on the Sparrows tomorrow?

SNAP

Pays three-to-two.

Won't get rich on that.

Comets were 14-to-one longshot

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

Still. Got to support the home team.

Let's see the money.

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

Guys with too much money

who can't help themselves.

Well, we all have our layers.

Books judged by covers and all that.

Right. All that.

Point is, you win?

Come collect.

You lose? Don't come crying.

I know what I'm getting into.

I'm not so sure you do.

What can I get you?
- Uh...

Nothing.

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

Oh, is it?

I'm looking for Redwood Richardson,
I understand she's a regular here.

I can't get you an autograph.

Have you seen her today?

Look, you think I'm gonna answer that
just cos you asked?

Alright. Alright.

I'll ask again when I'm in
my morality officer's uniform

and I've come to shut down
this establishment.

Alright. Look--
- Stop.

Just hold that thought.

Alright, alright, go.

Redwood was seeing triple
about an hour ago.

I asked her to leave.

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

Well, did she say where she was going?

She was too busy kicking me.

Oh, what about while she was imbibing?

Did she say anything then?
Maybe about her team.

She wouldn't shut up about Dorothy.
- Well, her teammate did just pass away.

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

It was different.

Like she was hurt.

I didn't think Redwood even had feelings.

If you see her again, could you ask her
to call the police station

and ask for Mary Shaw?

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

Sure.

I'll kill 'em.

I'll kill 'em.

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

Who would hurt her?

Practise ended at 5pm.

Then what?

We had a team dinner.

Dorothy seemed fine, a bit preoccupied
but that's normal before any big game.

After dinner, did you go out?

Yeah, we went out to the Clover Club.
I didn't last too long.

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

Yeah, she was laughing.

Excited. But then...

Something happened.

It's team business.

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

Redwood just tore a strip off her.

About what?
- I don't know.

Teammates fight.

They went to a private corner, argued,
then Dorothy left out the back door.

Listen, are we done? I gotta get to work.
- Did Redwood follow her out back?

It's not my job to babysit the starters.

Alright? You're gonna have to ask Redwood.

REDWOOD YAWNS

Redwood Richardson!

Uh... Detective Greyson

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

Staff Sergeant dumped Ty Cobb over there
on me right at quitting time.

The nerve.
- What's she in for?

Public nuisance, and you know I just don't
have the time for this.

I've got better things to do.
- Why don't you release her into my custody?

I was actually looking for her.

She's got a game tomorrow
and I was thinking if--

I'll release her to you.

Right after she sleeps it off
in the drunk tank.

Detective, do you like baseball?

Officer Shaw...

DO you?

Yes.

I love baseball.
- on!

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

Me too!
- Mm.

Wow! So since we both share this
deep and abiding passion for the game

perhaps, in this instance

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

You'll get her tomorrow.

REDWOOD YAWNS

That's our cue.

LOCK CLICKS

That was easy.

How're you gonna break into the safe?
- I have my ways.

Spy training?
' Spy training,

I'll keep watch.

SAFE CLICKS

SAFE CLICKS

SAFE CLICKS

You crooks took my man
for everything he got!

He even bet my wedding ring!

TRUDY:
It's despicable!

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

DARIO:
That's between you and him.

Listen here!
- OK. Woah!

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

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

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

Fine! Fine. Look.
- Hey!

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

then you're gonna come with me
to give him a whooping.

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

TRUDY:
Teach that damn fool a lesson.

Maybe I can even
get a shot at him myself.

Are you mad?

What is wrong with you?
- What the--

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

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

Huh!

Sorry! I don't...

TRUDY:
500 dollars on the Sparrows.

A thousand on the Sparrows.

People have way too much money!

Soon parted.

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

No, not enough.
It had to be worth their while.

Well, look at this.

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

and when the odds
were still 14-to-one.

So they stood to win 28,000 dollars.

Oh!
- That is motive.

Looks like the name is George Windsor.

I'm willing to guess the King of England

isn't gambling on women's baseball
in Toronto. That's our the guy.

DOOR OPENS

We expecting anyone?
- No.

I brought her straight from the station.

She vomited twice
on the way over here.

Oh, God.
- MARY: OK...

I'm not in the mood to talk.

How about a little hair of the dog?

That'll work.

Championship at stake.

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

Rookies get tense.

I'm delightful.

We know you and Dorothy
got into a fight the night before she died.

The thing at the Clover?

It's team business.

That team business turned physical?

If I had hit Dorothy

she wouldn't have gotten back up.
- Well, that's not an alibi.

You just admitted
you got into a fight with her.

Argument. I...

I never said fight.
- So you followed her out back

and knocked her up a little
so she missed the game?

Why would I want
to bench our best player?

I can think of about 28,000 reasons why.

What's with you broads?

First you say
I want to beat up my teammate

now you're talking gibberish.

We know a high-roller bet big money
against the Sparrows.

And we know Dorothy was attacked
the night before the game.

You a gambler?
- Uh...

You think...

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

It's a theory.

SHE GROANS

SHE RETCHES

You got this all wrong.

TRUDY:
What do you mean?

Enlighten us.

The day before the game, at practise...

Dorothy's pitches were... strange.

Strange how?

The spots she kept hitting
in the strike zone

would've gotten cranked for sure.

I knew exactly what she was doing.

Catcher always knows.

No way.

Not Dorothy.

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

I told her I knew what she was up to.

I asked her how she could live with herself.

You're saying...

That the greatest female baseball player
of all time was dirty?

Yeah. That's exactly what I'm saying.

Dorothy Lloyd was gonna throw
the championship game.

Why would Dorothy Lloyd,
the best player in the league

throw a championship game?

These women barely get paid enough to get by.

Another payday would be tempting.

So where did Dorothy get 2,000 dollars
to bet on the Comets?

Clearly it's the Black Sox all over again.

Shoeless Joe and the rest of them,
they didn't bet their own money.

A bunch of high-rollers
paid off the players

to throw the 1919 World Series.

And then the gamblers,
they made off like bandits!

So we think a smaller version
is playing out here?

Yeah!

But if "George Windsor"
paid her to throw the game

he wouldn't have attacked her.

Then who?

Maybe another team member caught wind.

I would be upset too.

Could be.

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

Right. But she still made it to the game
so they tampered with her cleats.

The whole team was at the Clover Club
that night.

It could be any one of them.
That is a lot of players to question.

What we really need
is someone on the inside.

Right. Someone that could sniff out
the players who knew

that Dorothy was throwing the game.

Who do you think?

Good thing we have a ringer.

SHE GASPS

Yes!

DUTCH:
Alright, ladies, bring it in!

Alright.

Right, what happened yesterday
was a real punch in the gut.

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

But today...

Today, Dorothy would've wanted us to play

like it was our last time
playing on a ball diamond.

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

So let's make this one count.

Let's win this for Dorothy!

Yeah!
- Alright?

And one other thing, Mary Shaw here
is our emergency call-up

for the open roster spot. so...

Make her feel welcome.

Thanks, Coach.

It is such an honour to be here.

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

So what do we do first?

Ground balls, batting practise?

They, uh... just miss Dorothy.

They're taking it out on you.

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

I figured Dorothy's cleats still held a clue.

Well, whoever attacked Dorothy
tampered with those cleats.

They wanted her out of that game.

You see how there's a scuff mark
on the sole of the shoe

where the spikes
have been pried loose?

Yeah. it looks like someone
was trying to jam something

under the left side of that spike.
- Exactly.

If you turn it like this...

There's a little blue smudge.

Uh, yeah. Looks like there's some paint
that rubbed off on the leather.

Look at this.

See how the wooden handle
is rubbing the shoe?

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

Which means someone used a tool

with a painted blue handle
to pry the spikes loose.

Find the blue tool, find the guy.

Great work, Flo!

The whole team was here that night.
Those gals?

They drank mare than the fellas.

To the Sparrows!

Tomorrow, we show everyone
what we can really do!

Hear, hear!
- Cheers! Woo!

And did you see Dorothy
go out the back door?

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

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

I know what you did!

I would never!

You did and I saw!

You don't know what you saw,
- Tell me right now!

I might actually get to play tomorrow.

What about anyone else?

Maybe one of the players?

Nope. Just the coach.

Excuse me.

Evelyn, did you see Dorothy?

Dutch said that he left early.

He did.

Then he came back...

spoke to some of the players
and then left out the back door.

Same time as Dorothy?

Maybe ten minutes later?

Just out there?

I must admit...

I am a bit nervous.

It's a big game.

How about you? Big game, lots of pressure.

Fans, reporters out there...

Gamblers...

Hey, how about those Black Sox?

How about that, right?

WOMAN:
Shaw!

You're up to bat!

Yeah!

How about those Black Sox?
Banned for life!

Is that the kind of thing you wanna talk
about on the field?

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

You talk too much, rookie.

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

I'm just having a little bit of trouble
breaking through.

Shut up and don't talk to me.

OK.

Oof!!

So, just in theory...

what would it take
to throw a game like this?

Just... just in theory.

DUTCH:
Shaw! Come here.

Hey, Coach, did you see my line drive?

Just a second ago?
- When I agreed to add you to the team

Frankie didn't say anything about a fix.

So why you riling up my players?

Coach, Frankie has reason
to believe that Dorothy

was paid to lose the game on purpose.

You be careful what you say about her!

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

You do not get to accuse her. Alright?

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

The evidence?

Where's Frankie now?

She's... she's at the Clover Club.

Redwood!

You're in charge!

REDWOOD:
Shaw!

Ten laps!

DUTCH:
That's Dorothy's lucky ladybug pendant.

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

You said that you left early that night,
but you came back.

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

The bartender saw you follow Dorothy
out here.

I was worried about her, that's why.

You knew that she was going
to throw the game.

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

No. I loved Dorothy.

You two were having an affair?

I wanted to marry her.

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

What would the girls on the team say?

So we had to play these...

HE SIGHS
...little games.

I'd leave the club 20 minutes before her.

If word got out she'd...

But she didn't meet you as planned.

She came out the back way.

So I came out here, but...

She wasn't here.
- She was gone.

I asked what happened
the next morning at the game.

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

This wasn't your fault.

She's still gone.

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

BESSIE:
Your bet has been disqualified.

So you're here to give me a refund?

Every evening, I glue one single hair

across the door of my safe.

Well, that can”: be good for your scalp.

You think I wasn't onto you
the moment you walked into my shop?

Toronto's only female Pl.

Maybe you need better security.

You're gonna tell me
what you were fishing for

or I'll have Dario start breaking your toes
and work his way up from there.

You should be thanking me.

There was a fix on yesterday's game.

Maybe today's as well.

No one makes a fix in this town

without my permission
and a commission.

Well, I have a name.

George Windsor.

Would have thought His Majesty would be more
of a high-stakes poker type.

He had 2,000 dollars on the Comets.

If he wins, he cleans you out.

BESSIE:
Huh.

So now you're an expert on my business?

He had the star player,
Dorothy Lloyd, in his pocket.

Not possible.
- I have it on good authority.

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

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

She changed her mind.

She ain't my concern.

But some two-bit mock

trying to make a fix in my town
without my permission?

That is.

You find him
and you bring him back to rne.

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

I'll find George Windsor.

You can bet on it.

So, after getting an earful from Redwood
at the club

Dorothy must have changed her mind
and told "King George" she was out.

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

It's a 28,000 dollar payday on this.
A lot at stake.

We have to believe that one
of the dirty players is still in his pocket.

Coach and I will be watching them
with eagle eyes.

If any of the Sparrows are in on this fix,
we'll spot 'em.

I'll keep my ears open in the bleachers.
A gambler this close to a big score

might feel like bragging.

Let's play ball.

APPLAUSE

WOMAN:
Let's go, ladies!

Strike!
- Yeah, Evelyn!

WOMAN:
That's right!

George Windsor could be anyone.

Anywhere.

He's gonna try to control the game
any way possible.

BESSIE CLEARS HER THROAT

APPLAUSE AND CHEERS

No extra pressure.

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

One problem at a time.

Isn't that Detective Greyson?

FRANKIE:
That might complicate things.

MAN:
That's an error!

That was an easy out.
- Nah...

Didn't look dirty to me.

Alright, Evelyn! Keep it up!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

MAN: Runner out at second!
- MARY: Double play!

MAN:
Runner on the first!

Second and right field look clean.

Maybe King George doesn't have another player
in his pocket after all.

DUTCH:
It's not over yet.

Ball one!

What the deuce, Evelyn?

Enough of the fat pitches.
Come on!

Get it together!

DUTCH:
She's getting tired.

Come on, Evelyn!

SHE EXHALES

Ball two!

For Pete's sakes, Evelyn!
Time out!

Time!

Do you think there's anything to this?

Nah.

Redwood can be a bit passionate.

Let's just see how this one plays out.

Did you hit your head and forget the signals?

I was calling for a curve.
McDonagh can't hit 'em!

I'm just nervous. Get off my back.

Take your nerves and shove 'em.

This is the championship game.

MAN: Ball three!
- CROWD JEERS

Come on, Evelyn!

Whose team are you on?

First Dorothy, now you?

MARY:
Sounds like Redwood is pretty convinced.

Alright. Shaw, I want you to start
warming up quick.

Wait, what? Me?

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

Yes, Coach. No, Coach!

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

You said you're a pitcher, right?
- Yeah, but in ladies rec league, I...

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

Go on! Get warmed up!

Redwood! What's going on?

She's dirty.

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

How do you know?

I already told you.

A catcher always knows.

She's not even being smart about it.
Ignoring all the signals.

It's obvious.

If Shaw holds the Comets
for the next two innings, we win it all.

Good luck.

WOMAN:
Come on!

FLO:
Mary!

Your girl better be up for this.

Come on, Mary!

Bring the steamboat!

Chu-chew!

APPLAUSE

Sixty feet, six inches.
Come on, Shaw.

MAN:
Strike!

So if George Windsor paid off Evelyn...

Then he loses his ace in the hole.

He's gonna show himself.

I'm gonna look for him.
- I'll go talk to Evelyn.

OK, just be careful.
You saw what this guy did to Dorothy.

Shut out the noise.

Just focus on the ball.

It's just another game.

Sixty feet, six inches.

SHE WHISPERS:
Just breathe.

Strike!

APPLAUSE
- Nice one, Rookie!

Come on, Mary! Throw a touchdown!

Redwood says you were putting the fix
on this game.

Redwoods got a big mouth
and a small brain.

Is that how you want to be known?

Another dirty ballplayer like the Black Sox?

You ever played through a bad hamstring

and then find out at the end of the week
the team can't make payroll?

No?

Then what do you know?

So you double cross your own team?

I ain't admitting to nothin'.

The cleats alone will land you in jail
when I prove that you did it.

I never touched... Listen.

Dorothy knew what she was
getting herself into.

She came to her senses.
- No.

What Dorothy did
was hang me out to dry.

She got selfish.

Excuse me.

MAN:
Ball one!

Sorry, excuse me.

MAN: Buddy. I got money here.
I'm paying good money.

Dorothy is dead
and someone is responsible.

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

Hey, Brody, what's going on?
You've got a line of customers waiting.

Just watching the game.

APPLAUSE

George Windsor...

Well, if I can't find this "George Windsor"
then I'll hand you over to the police.

You can't do that. All I did was pitch.

MAN: Strike!
- APPLAUSE AND CHEERS

What you looking at?

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

Actually, hold on a minute.

Sorry, folks. Sold out. Closing up shop.

You really want to hang for some gambler
who paid you a few bucks?

OK, well, he promised to pay us
500 dollars each.

You have to understand.
that's more than I make in an entire season.

I need a name.

SHE SIGHS

Brody.

The hot dog guy.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERS

MAN:
Strike three!

MAN:
Ball one!

DISTANT GRUNTS

FRANKIE: lt's over. Brody.
- He's got a gun!

I've worked too hard for this.

Actually, you just flip hot dogs
and threaten women.

You're gonna tell your little friend
on the mound to quit pitching so well

or this lane's gonna join Dorothy
in the morgue.

Well, I've got another friend here.
I'm sure you know her. Bessie Starkman.

She knows about your scam.

Yeah, and her plan is to make sure
the rest of your short, miserable life

is in extreme pain.

Mm. You're lying.

She's right over there.

BAT ECHOES
- CROWD CHEERS

BRODY GASPS

TRUDY LAUGHS:
Home run!

What now? We can't just...
give him to her, can we?

You keep an eye on him.
I'll deal with Bessie.

SHE SIGHS

CROWD CHEERS

So...

You got something for me?

Detective Greyson?

Drake?

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

You might need a stretcher.

My partner's there. She'll explain.

You turn up in the strangest of places
with the strangest people.

Excuse me.

That was a very bad play.

I said that I would catch King George.

I never said that I would hand him over.
- That part of the deal was implied.

That's the problem
with verbal agreements.

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

I'm a queen.

And now, I'm an enemy.

MARY EXHALES

MAN SHOUTS:
Go Sparrows!

Come on, Mary! She's a palooka!

Throw it straight at her face!

Strike!
- CROWD CHEERS

WOMAN: Come on, Mary!
- She is on fire.

Four to three for the Sparrows.

Two out and the bases are full.

Loaded.
- Nah.

They can't serve booze here.

No. I mean, it...
- FLO GIGGLES

Never mind.

TRUDY:
Well, that was fun.

Did Greyson say thank you?

Well. he was a little bewildered
but he could appreciate the easy bust.

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

Two more strikes, Shaw.

OK. Just breathe.

It's just another game.

MARY:
Oh, no!

If this drops in, Comets will take the lead!

APPLAUSE

Foul ball! Strike two!
- THEY CHEER

This game is one cruel mistress.

OK. One more strike

and the Sparrows win it all.

MARY:
OK, this is it. Just breathe.

Come on, Mary!

Come on, Shaw. One more strike.

MAN: Ball three!
- REDWOOD: Time out!

Time!

CROW D GEO ANS

MAN: Ball three!
- Did you see that?

UMPIRE: Full count!
- Focus.

Right now, you have one job.

And that's to throw the stupid ball

over the stupid plate!

OK. For Dorothy.

For her.

MARY:
One more strike.

Sixty feet, six inches.

This is for Dorothy.

SHE EXHALES
Just breathe.

Come on, Mary!

Just breathe.

Sixty feet, six inches.

Strike three!

CROWD CHEERS

TRUDY:
Mary! You were amazing!

Wait, wait! What about the case?

We got him. Enjoy this!

I was hoping you would say that!

Eat your heart out, Babe Ruth.
There's a new babe in town!

This is equally exhilarating
and nauseating at the same time!

DUTCH:
I just wanna say thank you.

It was a team effort, right?

Dorothy would have loved this.

I think she would have wanted you
to have this.

This means a lot.

Now enjoy this.

She'd want you to.

THEY CHEER