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[Mabel Scott singing "Baseball Boogie"]

[male on loudspeaker] 'Whoo-wee, what a doozy, folks.'

'It's only an exhibition game'

'but it's had all the drama of a seventh game'

'of the World Series.'

It's the bottom of the ninth and the negro league All-Stars

are dead even with the major leaguers

at three apiece.

'At bat for the negro leaguers, Clyde Taylor'

'already two doubles and a single.'

This kid has been sensational.

[male #1] 'Show him how it's done, Rookie.'

♪ I'm a Big League pitcher.. ♪

Time.

[crowd booing]

Looky here

what'd I tell you, Jackie?

Man is shakin' in his shoes.

No, you watch.

Young fella's gonna be just fine.

'He's got a ton of guts.'

How's this one grab you?

♪ Do you baby know what it's all about ♪

Just right. Thanks, Crumbs.

Make us famous, would you?

[applause and cheering]

[dramatic music]

Money, marbles or chalk, gentlemen?

I'm taking all bets my rookie hits this ball

'clear over the grandstand.'

You can do it, Honey Pie. Just one more pitch. This is it.

I'll send you back to the cotton fields, you hear me, boy?

The count is three and two.

'Here's the wind-up..'

'...and the pitch.'

[dramatic music]

[ball cracks against bat]

[crowd cheering]

♪ That will make you swing down low ♪

♪ You can't pick it up baby ♪

♪ That means your strokes too slow ♪

Yes.

♪ When I wind up.. ♪♪

[cheering]

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

[flashbulb pops]

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ♪

Alright, Leonard, you just wait for yours now.

Keep your eye on that ball.

You can do it. Wait for your pitch.

Alright, come on, Leonard. Good eye. You can do it.

'Watch that ball.'

- How old is he now? - Eleven.

He didn't get that good Jeffries size, did he?

[Will] 'His mom's an itty-bitty thing.'

I'll tell you what, kid's got a motor on him.

He's fast, huh?

Problem is, can't hit the ball to save his life

and never gets on base.

Hey, Uncle Will. Mr. Stillman.

Hey, Leonard. Looking good out there, son.

If I could only hit the dang ball.

[Stillman] 'Aw, the hits will come.'

- You've got the mechanics. - I do?

What have I been telling you?

Still, I'm no Clyde Taylor.

[chuckles] Let's get you home.

Oh, who's Clyde Taylor?

- You never heard of him? - Uh-uh.

He was the best of the best.

Maybe even better than Babe Ruth, right?

That's what my pops used to tell me.

Took the old negro leagues by storm.

But not for very long.

'Cause somebody killed him, right?

- That's true. - Who?

- No one ever knew. - Not even the police?

Sometimes there's no good evidence.

The police have to put the case away.

And we're left with just a mystery.

But what if it was the Babe who got murdered?

I mean, instead of Clyde.

Would the olden day cops let that be a mystery?

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Clyde Taylor, 20. Beaten to death.

Next to his car outside Connie Mack Stadium.

No return to the scene of the crime.

The stadium was torn down in the '70s.

Body was found after an exhibition game

between the negro league All-Stars

and a group of major leaguers.

They found him still in his uniform.

Assigned has down there was a smear

on the front of his jersey.

- 'Yeah?' - A tobacco stain.

[Rush] 'The backside was caked in blood.'

Oh, story went, Clyde was attacked from behind.

Struck down with his very own bat.

Which adds up, his gear bag and mitt were found next to him.

- The bat was missing. - '40s was different era.

Ball players lugging around their own gear.

Might explain why Clyde had his uniform on.

Colored players probably weren't allowed to shower.

Hmm. Suspects?

They were looking at Tyler Cage. The losing pitcher.

The one Clyde hit a home run off to win the game.

The players heard him jawing at Clyde using racial slurs.

[Will] 'But ultimately he had a alibi.'

Postgame press conference hadn't even started.

Cage was seen across town drinking

away his postgame blues.

Located the "Last to see."

Mr. Joe Crumbly. Goes by Crumbs.

[instrumental music]

[Will] 'Mr. Crumbly, you were the clubhouse manager'

'for Clyde's team, the Philly Steel-Drivers?'

Check.

Also on board for the All-Star game

the day Clyde was killed.

You two were the last ones out of the locker room.

Check.

Clyde wanted to avoid the spotlight.

So, he waited for the mob to die down.

Hammers a homer and then liked to lay low?

That's how he was.

So, I pick up the slack.

'Be the braggadocios one.'

See, I believe Clyde.

'Had he lived, would have been the first'

to cross the color line.

Not Jackie Robinson.

So going back.

Do you remember if Clyde was carrying

a bat with him that night?

Made sure he had it in his bag.

I-It was the bat he hit the home run with.

The home run off of a Tyler Cage.

- The opposing pitcher. - Yes, ma'am.

What was your opinion of him?

The man was lower than oil dirt.

Ask me who killed Clyde. My money's on him.

'Because of the popping off he did'

during the game, race-wise?

What was said during the game was never an issue.

But off the field.

Well, that was a different story.

[laughing]

[jazz music]

Hey, Mr. Taylor. Can I have your autograph?

What's your name, young fella?

Troy.

Okay. Troy.

- Best of luck to you, son. - Gee, thanks.

Now when I go to the toilet, I'll have something to use.

[boys giggling]

Hey, you little bastards! Get back here!

[music continues]

Come here.

I recognize you. You're the batboy.

- So? - You're the pitcher's son.

Let me have him.

Keep your cotton-pickin' hands off me, you big ape.

What are you gonna do?

Hit a kid?

I'd like my name back.

I'm telling my dad.

You're gonna be sorry you didn't keep

your paws to yourself,boy.

[music continues]

Rotten to the core. Just like his pa.

You never told the police this story?

Never figured it meant much.

Just another jerk kid being a jerk.

How is it you became involved with

what was an all-black organization?

[Crumbly] 'I knew Clyde since the war.'

'Saw him play ball with the other servicemen.'

'Then we're home.'

I heard the local negro team was holding tryouts.

So I rung him up.

Next, Clyde makes the team.

And tells me I'm coming along with him.

[instrumental music]

Troy, we know about that stunt you pulled

on Clyde after the game.

'Asking for his autograph.'

So?

So we also know you ran and told

your dad he put his hands on you.

That don't mean dad went back and did something about it.

He's dead ten years. Let him rest in peace.

That game ended his career.

- That gives him motive. - He had an alibi.

So maybe people lied for him.

Look, we know the history.

A white pitcher who loses to a black team in 1945

may have just pitched himself out of baseball.

Your dad must have hated Clyde.

Not as much as Moody he didn't.

Who's Moody?

Moody Brown.

The player Clyde replaced on the lineup that day.

How would you know about that?

When you're seven years old..

...being a batboy's like, the, um..

...cat's ass.

Down on the field, up close and personal..

...you hear what the players are really talking about.

Are you saying you saw something go down

between Moody and Clyde?

Had the best seat in the house.

[Louis Jordan singing "Five Guys Named Moe"]

♪ I wanna tell you a story from way back ♪

♪ Truck on down and dig me Jack ♪

♪ There's Big Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da♪

♪ Little Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da ♪

♪ Four-eyed Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da♪

♪ No Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da♪

♪ Look at brother ♪

♪ Look at brother ♪

Best not be thinkin' about nothin'..

...but handin' over that ball.

Real nice.

♪ Moe Moe Moe ♪

♪ Who's the greatest band around ♪

Mister, what's that scar on your face?

Ask around.

'See what you hear.'

You!

Stop right there!

♪ Five guys named Moe ♪

♪ They came out of nowhere ♪

I just heard I ain't playing because of you.

I'm in the lineup? I didn't know.

Don't worry, rookie. Ha-ha-ha. We fine.

We all in this together, right?

- 'Cause we only got one day. - One day?

Tomorrow, those major leaguers

go back to being the boys of summer.

We go back to being the boys who shine their shoes.

I wouldn't look at it that way.

Look here, what do you say you pull a lame

for old Moody one time, hmm?

You're asking me to fake an injury.

Not till late in the game.

Just give me one at bat. One moment.

Moody, I want you to play. I do.

But I couldn't live with myself.

Alright, then.

Ahh. Let me go.

'You're breaking my hand.'

Right, I'm breaking your hand.

You don't see to it I get the bat

I'm gonna break your head. Understand?

Hey, what's going on?

We just funnin', Jackie.

Like a pair of old giggling pickaninnies over here.

[laughing]

So, Moody made a threat.

We both know players talk smack

when it comes to playing time.

Yeah.

But when Clyde hit that home run..

...all the negroes ran out on the field

like they just won the World Series.

All except Moody.

[Sutton] 'What was the deal with the scar?'

You follow up on that?

Negro player told me he got it in a

pop bottle fight with his cousin.

And?

And his cousin wasn't around no more.

Excuse me, sir.

'Are you Moody Brown?'

Sitting here in front of this shop, ain't I?

Who else am I gonna be?

Detectives Jeffries and Valens, Moody.

We wanna talk to you about Clyde Taylor.

Why you wanna come here drudging up that old mess?

We may have a crack in the case.

From 60 years ago, what crack you got?

[Will] 'One matter concerns you.'

Has to do with Clyde

cutting into your playing time.

Aw, that's a stale story.

And one you need to tell us about.

I played the negro leagues.

I made my hundred dollars a month.

Beyond that, sorry.

My memory's broke.

A witness heard you tell Clyde you'd bust his head

if you didn't play.

And youdidn'tplay.

I'll admit I was ready to square off with Clyde.

I'm the squaring-off type.

And a game against the major leaguers

didn't come around every day.

Colored player got to feel what it was like to be equal..

...if only for three hours on a Sunday afternoon.

But you didn't get that.

Sir, I wanted a career.

A real one.

'Negro tell you that wasn't on his mind..'

...he's a liar.

Major league scouts are out there.

I can tell, they're just a-licking their chops.

Yeah, they're waiting to spot me throw my double wind-up.

What do you think will look best on old Satchel there, rookie?

Yankee pinstripes

'or Dodger blue?'

Either one should look real sharp.

So long as it comes with a rocking chair.

[laughing]

[Satchel] 'Oh, Lordy, Lordy.'

Booker T. Washington be telling a joke now.

[laughing]

[Crumbs] 'Oh, what about the color line?'

I mean, you really think someone's gonna break through?

Satchel, any opinions on the subject?

Well, let me see, uh..

Who's the best pitcher Joe DiMaggio

said he'd ever faced?

And I give a good interview, too.

[laughing]

[stool crashing]

Come on, Moody, calm down.

Aw, he's just sore 'cause you're the future.

Truth be told, Clyde'll beat us all to the majors.

There a problem, gentlemen?

No, sir, Mr. D.

Fine.

May I have a minute, Clyde?

♪ It's gotta be this or that ♪

The boys are heaping some high praise on you.

All this talk about the majors.

I think it's best to pay that no mind.

That's good.

Because I own your black ass..

...and don't you forget it.

♪ This or that.. ♪♪

So Dandridge saw the writing on the wall

end of the negro leagues

and his millions going down the drain.

But if he could hold onto Clyde..

...maybe his team somehow survives.

What did Dandridge mean, saying he owned Clyde?

I don't know.

But back in them days..

...a millionaire black man didn't become one..

...playing by the rules.

[Rush] 'So the negro leagues made you a rich man.'

- A millionaire by age 24. - Sure picked the right job.

I wasn't the only one.

1945 it was one of the largest

black-dominated businesses in the United States.

And in '47, Branch Rickey signed Jackie Robinson.

So, your league was on the way out

'and you were headed towards bankruptcy.'

Chubby young white fellow who paid attention

'during black history month.'

Clyde was your new marquee player.

It'd be bad business not to tiehimup.

- I won't deny that. - 'The question is, how?'

Players signed month-to-month contracts in those days.

No way you were just gonna let him walk

when the majors came calling.

True.

So whatdidyou have over Clyde?

What's this you "Owned" him stuff?

[scoffs]

You owning my ass.

Is that a joke?

Clyde, you got a gift that's gonna make

somebody a lotta money.

And since you're mine, it's gonna be me.

If major leagues open the game up to coloreds.

Why would you think you could stop me?

Because you're in love.

And I know with who.

Thought you were being careful, huh?

Why?

Why would you wanna do this to me?

So seasoned on the field..

...and so naive off.

Simply put, business.

So maybe I'm not scared of what you know.

Fine, so long as you're not scared of a noose

around your neck.

Because you just know Iloveto talk.

Suit up.

We'll put this behind us.

I gonna break your neck.

I'm the one who oughta be sore.

That lily-white skin..

Bet it's even lighter where the sun don't shine.

[sniffs]

Mmm!

What that must be like.

"Lily-white skin?"

Clyde's lady-friend was as fair as you.

So maybe after the game, Clyde came looking to breakyourneck

and you broke his head first, hmm?

If that was so, I would've killed him on the choo-choo.

An hour after the game, I was on a train to New York.

- Can you prove that? - I'll let you do that.

So who was the white girl?

Some dame on the arm of this wise guy, uh..

Eddie Mason.

Heard Eddie call her "Legs."

So maybe Eddie knew about Legs and Clyde..

...gotta hold of that bat.

And hit a home run of his own.

Leonard.

What are you doing here?

I got locked out.

Your mother told me she was going on morning shift.

She did. I think maybe she's at Ronnie's house.

Who's Ronnie?

Dude that's been staying over.

Thought your sister was seeing some guy named Benjamin.

Well, that's the problem. You never know.

Woman's 45 and acts all of 15.

I ran a check on Eddie Mason.

Long sheet. Bad guy.

- Is he still alive? - No.

Dead doer. That never does it for me.

You should think about that next time

you go reaching for a 60-year-old case.

Eddie was charged with bank embezzlement

a week after Clyde was murdered.

So, he's out and about the night of the murder.

We figure out who his lady was?

Seems Eddie had a thing for showgirls.

Maybe he's not such a bad guy, after all.

No, Eddie preferred more legitimate dance.

He was a regular at Papa Bell's review

home to old-school Philly's version of the Rockettes.

So maybe "Legs" was one of them?

Oh, Lil's got Joe Crumbly looking through old

publicity shots from Papa Bell's.

- Hey, Leonard. - What?

'Wanna show you something.'

See that guy back there?

Yeah. He's old-looking.

[chuckles]

He knew Clyde Taylor.

He did?

They were best friends.

[whispering] Wow.

Me and Clyde were tight but I guess if he was drawn

to a white girl he'd keep mum about it.

But you do remember a white girl hanging around?

At practice, a time or two.

But none of these gals ring a bell.

My box of doodads are good for nothing, huh?

Well, now,thisis something.

One of my most-prized possessions.

Not too hard to tell which one's me.

- Nice. - Nice?

Miss doesn't know who I'm standing alongside.

Alright, that's you..

Clyde, Jackie Robinson.

Josh Gibson, and Satchel Paige.

Puny me and four giants of baseball.

So, what's the deal with ballplayers and tobacco?

'Every one of you guys, except Clyde, has a big wad'

of that gunk in your mouth.

Clyde liked Bazooka Joe.

But most players did enjoy dipping.

Clyde had a tobacco stain on his uniform.

Kind of odd if he didn't chew.

Let's dig out that uniform, run the stain

and then do a DNA dragnet on all of our old-timers.

Boss, found three ladies still in the area

worked at Papa Bell's.

Their old publicity shots.

Could one of these be her?

Jeepers.

Surprised I remember so well.

That's "Legs".

Name's Esther Davis. Lives on the Main Line.

Say. Hey, young fella.

Hey.

[instrumental music]

Ginger Rogers.

That's who I wanted to be.

I was 19, new in town.

Papa Bell's was the place to be.

And that's where you met Eddie Mason?

After the show, he asked me to dine at his table.

How did you meet Clyde?

Eddie and his cronies wanted to swing

by the ball field, watch some practice.

While they were yackety-yakking, I went to find some shade.

- And there he was? - By a drinking fountain.

This gorgeous man trying to cool off.

We hardly said boo to one another but..

...must have stood there a good five minutes.

It was storybook. It really was.

But now you had two big problems.

- Yes. - One, what to do about Eddie.

And, two, falling in love when it was still 1945.

Did Eddie know about you and Clyde?

Even if he did, he didn't kill him.

Eddie was in Miami Beach that weekend, scheming away.

So, him being gone, you must have..

...been with Clyde that last day?

I went to the game, and met him afterwards.

At the water fountain... like always.

[indistinct chattering]

[male #2] 'How does it feel?'

Feels like every other game

when you name is Satchel Paige.

[laughing]

Clyde, what is it? What's wrong?

- Dandridge knows about us. - Oh, no.

Says I have to play for him forever, always.

Or he's gonna tell about us.

But if you do play for him, he'll keep his mouth shut?

But then I'd have to give up any chance

of ever playing in the majors.

- So? - So?

Why is that so important?

Because..

...if a colored ballplayer can show he's as good as

the white players in the most American game there is

maybe a boy with skin like mine won't be up at night

praying he could scratch the color away so he can be normal.

Honey, the world you're dreaming of

is a long, long way off from now.

Gotta start somewhere.

Clyde, don't try to be a pioneer.

It's best to just keep your head down.

Maybe the answer is for you to lift your head up.

Hey, man of the hour, the world is waiting for you.

[sobbing] Oh, Clyde.

Dad, look, there he is.

♪ It's gonna be just that.. ♪

Go out front, baby.

So, Troy and his father were still there

during the press conference?

- Yes. - 'Did they say anything else?'

Make any threat on Clyde?

No. The father never spoke.

Just stood there so menacingly.

I think that was more frightening

than had he said something.

If you weren't such a looker..

...I'd be losing my patience right about now.

If you didn't lie about your dad

we wouldn't need to be here.

I never lied. What'd you do with the Spaniard?

[Will] 'Detective Jeffries, Troy'

heard some flattering things about you.

The way I see it, you've been a good boyanda bad boy.

Good because you told me about Clyde teaching you civility

'and how your bratty butt ran off to tell daddy.'

But bad because you left out the part

where you and pops doubled back for Clyde.

Okay, we doubled back.

Keep going.

When I told him about the autograph deal..

...that was the last straw.

He said he wouldn't let that stand.

Nice bat.

Not real fair sneaking up on a man.

My son told me what you did.

I'm here to tell you I'm embarrassed.

- He's a kid. - I'm talking about me.

The names I used on you during the game.

Oh.

Your first at-bat, I could tell you were special.

Second at-bat, I could tell

you were the best hitter I've ever faced.

After that, I throw you the hardest ball I've ever thrown.

And you cleaned my clock.

It don't feel good..

...but now I know.

Thank you.

Daddy, come on. Can we go yet?

Troy, come here.

I want you to say you're sorry to Mr. Taylor.

[spitting] No.

Get that tobacco out of your mouth!

But, Daddy, you saw

the jig had his mitts on that white lady.

Don't judge a book by its cover!

'You understand?'

So I said sorry. Had to.

That was real tobacco in your mouth?

Used to do whatever my dad did.

That might explain the stain on Clyde's jersey.

DNA won't help if the tobacco was Troy's.

Now can we call this meeting, please?

Yeah. Okay, Troy.

At least your dad taught you a lesson.

Not really. I'm still not real big on spooks.

[Sutton] 'So "Don't judge a book by its cover"'

'didn't even dent your knucklehead?'

That part was about the girl.

So, that got through just fine.

How was that about the girl?

Dad recognized the lady.

She was from the same town down south where he grew up.

What are you getting at, Troy?

The white lady. She wasn't really white.

She was black.

Does your husband know, Esther?

Know what?

You're black.

No, he doesn't.

- But Clyde did. - 'Yes.'

- He was the only one. - Is that why he had to die?

What do you mean?

Your secret was so important to you.

You have a whole lifetime as a white woman

that tells just how important.

I came here from Macon, Georgia.

Had two sisters. Dorothy and Ruby.

We were dirt poor.

How'd you end up here?

We were living in Squalor.

Auntie said I had the lightest skin.

I could make a real living like a white person.

And then, once here, you were able to pass

and got on at Papa Bell's.

I had some dreams of my own.

But maybe Clyde asked you to live colored..

...was going to out you.

'You did ask him to keep his head down.'

And Clyde thought the answer was for..

...you to lift your head up.

'But you wanted yourdreams, so you..'

..stopped him from living his.

No, but I could see the only way for us..

...to both get what we wanted was to go our separate ways.

That's not what you said before.

You wanted Clyde to forget about the majors.

But then someone changed my mind.

[Crumbs] 'Esther.'

Who's there?

It's, uh, it's me. Crumbs.

Were you crying?

I'm just scared for Clyde.

He's butting heads with Dandridge

and he might get hurt.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm scared, too.

But, uh..

But because, you know, I think Clyde might hurt himself.

What do you mean?

Well, he-he told me about Dandridge.

And about how, how the majors are no longer even a dream.

- Clyde said that? - Yeah, just now.

Because he's chosen you.

- Oh. - Yeah.

You seem pretty happy about it.

Yes.

- I should go. - Esther, wait.

- Ow. - Sorry.

It's just..

You know, I never seen him so down.

I sure wish you'd think about that.

Think about it?

Look, just scram, okay.

- What? - Just go.

Take your good foot outta here.

Go to some dance hall in New York or somewhere.

That's for you.

- Give Clyde his chance. - No.

It's complicated, what's going on between us.

It's not something you'd understand.

- You think I'm stupid? - No.

Sweetheart, I know a hell of a lot more

about one thing than anybody you could round up.

I know that if you leave Clyde alone

Dandridge won't have anything to hold over him.

He'll be free to swap places with Babe Ruth

and be the best player alive.

That's a fact.

But only if you leave.

Then why doesn't Clyde tell me this?

Come on, he's a prince.

Never tell you to your face.

Please.

I'm beggin' you. Leave us alone.

So, Crumbs knew all about the two of you?

Clyde made sure of that early on.

Told me I had to pass muster with the greatest

clubhouse manager in baseball or I was out.

Okey-dokey. Next.

'Who was the first African-American'

'to play in the major leagues?'

[Leonard] 'Jackie Robinson.'

Wrong. Fleet Walker.

He played back in 1884.

[Will] 'DNA came in, Joe.'

We thought you might be wondering.

You're sweating.

Crumbs, tell another one about Clyde.

Sorry, kiddo, don't know if I have another.

I heard Clyde had a special bat he liked to use.

I used to hold it for him.

No, he use it on the day he was killed?

The one he hit the home run with.

So, tell us about that one, Crumbs.

'What do you say, huh?'

One day, Clyde handed me a bat..

'...and told me to always have it on hand.'

Said he only used this bat when he really needed it.

Like, when terrible pressure

comes creeping up your neck.

What made that bat so special?

[chuckling]

Said because he hit more grounders with it

than any other bat he ever used.

Grounders? But those are lame.

Even so, his last time up. That's the bat he wanted to use.

This old pressure was... creeping up, huh?

Any man would've been shaking in his shoes.

And so you gave him the bat.

And he told me he was gonna hit a grounder..

...just for me.

So there he was, whoo..

'...looking at the fastest fastballyou ever did see.'

And crack.

It was the home run of home runs.

And that grounder he was talking about?

That's what I asked.

He said, "You'll learn, Crumbs.

"Someday, you'll learn."

[Valens] 'So, if a homer and a grounder'

mean the same thing to you..

...your nerves won't get to you.

I sure would like to see that bat.

Won't be needing this no more.

Wow.

Missing since the night Clyde died.

Yeah, we've been looking for that.

Can I hold it?

I better give it to your uncle.

Come on, Leonard. Let's take a look at this.

Hey...thank Joe for the nice time.

Thanks, Crumbs.

When you get older, Leonard..

...do me one thing, would you?

Don't remember what that bat did to Clyde.

Remember what Clyde did with that bat.

Want to sit?

There he is!

- Crumbs. - Mr. Major Leagues.

Here we come.

You can forget about that one.

Never gonna happen with Esther around.

Oh, yeah, um, that's the thing.

I-I fixed it.

What do you, what do you mean?

Esther.

Yeah, she's, uh, she's gonna go away.

What?

I know it's going to hurt up front.

But, yeah, it's for the better.

- Got her packing. - Packing?

- Who do you think you are? - What?

Tellin' Esther to break it off with me?

I can't believe you did this to me.

Whoa, I was trying to help you.

You'll see.

Clyde, your bat.

Keep it.Forever.

But this bat's gonna be in the Hall of Fame one day.

It's only a game.

Hit a ball and run around the bags.

It's fun. But for kids.

A man has a life to live.

Stupid broad.

What did you say?

That's what always stops the great ones.

Don't let her stop you.

- She's in my soul, Crumbs. - 'Oh, cripes!'

A floozy with a great pair a gams?

Big deal.

You been my friend, Crumbs.

I'll always remember that.

But you let this game make your life so small.

- And now I can't even see you. - Oh, yeah.

Hey, bub, you got any idea what you're throwing away, huh?

What some men would do to be in your shoes..

...to get just one swing?

Hey! Are you listening?

Hey, slow up.

- Clyde, stop. - No.

Okay, okay.

Say, "Idiot."

Say something.

Clyde, what about our future, huh?

My future!

Stop the walking.

You're not going anywhere.

I will stop you. I will.

Just stop.

Clyde!

Oh, no.

'Oh, no, no.'

[sniffling]

No, Clyde. Don't go.

[sobbing]

[sobbing] Please don't go. Please.

Please.

[sobbing]

[Doris Day singing "Sentimental Journey"]

♪ Gonna take ♪

♪ A sentimental journey ♪

♪ Gonna set ♪

♪ My heart at ease ♪

♪ Gonna make ♪

♪ A sentimental journey ♪

♪ To renew ♪

♪ Old memories ♪

♪ I've got my bag ♪

♪ Got my reservation ♪

♪ Spent each dime ♪

♪ I could afford ♪

♪ I'm like a child ♪

♪ In wild anticipation ♪

♪ I long to hear ♪

♪ That all aboard ♪

♪ Seven ♪

♪ That's the time we leave ♪

♪ At Seven ♪

♪ I'll be waiting up ♪

♪ For heaven ♪

♪ Counting every mile ♪

♪ Of railroad track ♪

♪ That takes me back ♪

♪ I never thought ♪

♪ My heart could be ♪

♪ So yearning ♪

♪ Now why did I ♪

♪ Decide to roam ♪

♪ I'm gonna take ♪

♪ That sentimental journey ♪

♪ Sentimental ♪

♪ Journey home ♪

♪ Doo-do-doo ♪

♪ Do-do do-do ♪

♪ Do-do-eee ♪

♪ Doo-do-doo ♪

♪ Do-do-ee-ee ♪

♪ I got to take ♪

♪ That sentimental journey ♪

♪ Sentimental ♪

♪ Journey home ♪

♪ Sentimental ♪

♪ Journey.. ♪♪

[female narrator] Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.

[theme music]

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