All language subtitles for Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990) - S01E20 - Spring Training (480p DVD x265 Panda)_track3_[eng]

(HONKING)

Hi.

Hey, puppy.

Where are you going?

Getting in shape, huh?

Well, you better go home.

Come on, puppy. Go. Go home.

Puppy, go home.
Please, puppy, go home.

Go!

Look, I mean it, get lost.
Go home. Please.

Come on, go home. Go home.
Get out of here.

Damn it, puppy, go home.

(WHIMPERING)

JIM: Hey, Dave.
FRANKLIN: Hi, Jim.

JIM: Meet my
expert coaching staff.

My son, Brandon.

Brandon.

How are you, Dave?
All right.

His friend, Steve Sanders.

Nice to meet you.
Steve.

This is Dave Franklin,

the el presidente of the
West Beverly Hills
Baseball League.

Uh, today I'm just
a regular dad.

Which one's your son?

That's Davey
over there.

All right.
We ought to get him
on our team, Mr. Walsh.

Well, I think
that can be arranged.

So for the tryouts,
you up to hitting
some fungoes?

Just point me
to the bat rack.
All right.

Nice meeting you, fellas.
See you later, Dave.

Bye-bye.

So how tight is
your dad with Franklin?

Well, they work together.
Pretty tight, I think.

Well, then you can bet
old Franklin's
gonna make sure

his good buddy gets
all the best players.

Maybe.

Say, is your dad any good?

He loves baseball.

But is he any good?

See for yourself.

(GROANS)

Oh, I'm sorry, honey,

but if you play
without stretching first,
what do you expect?

A little sympathy?

For whom?

The aging jock
who throws out his
back every season?

Or the aging nurse who gets
to listen to her patient
moan and groan all week

while she waits on him
hand and foot?

Okay, okay.

I'll be back in
commission by Monday.

Forget it. Dr. Kramer told you
specifically to
stay off your feet.

And your children and I are
here to make sure that
you take your medicine.

Oh, poor Daddy.
Oh, poor Daddy.

What can I say, kids?
Your old man's a stiff.

Brandon, you and Steve,
you think you can run the show

for a couple of weeks?

Teach the kids how
to play some ball?

Probably.

Yeah,
I had a pretty good coach
when I was younger.

So, you know,
with my dad laid up,

we need all the help
we can get.

First practice is today
if you want to join
in the festivities.

Thanks,
but no thanks, Slim.

Dylan, I thought
you were a total
baseball freak.

Oh, I am.
But having to listen
to these parents

berating their kids
from the sidelines
all day long

brings back a whole slew
of bad memories.

Yeah, but it shouldn't be
about the parents.

It should be
about being on a team,
learning fundamentals,

having a good time.

That's very noble, Brandon,
but when I was playing

it was about
winning at any cost.

ANDREA: It still is.

I know some people
from the Valley,

took their kid
out of the league

because it was
so competitive.

Well, no offense, Andrea,

but did this kid have any
athletic ability whatsoever?

Are you kidding?

Avery not only won
the batting title,

but was the star pitcher
for the entire
West Valley Baseball League.

Well, guys, I hear
what you're saying,

but I can promise you
that Steve and I

will not run our team
like that.

Crawford!
Get your finger
out of your nose!

(BOYS LAUGHING)

He eats them, too.

STEVE: Take a lap.

BRANDON: Steve.

Steve, what's the problem?
He wasn't doing anything.

Yeah, he was,
he was grossing me out.

Last thing we need
is a booger picker
playing second base.

Hi, Steve. Hi, Brandon.

Davey, you all right?

Davey,
how you doing, large guy?

Hey, you got a new mitt.
All right, buddy.

Yeah.

Franchise.

Okay,
everyone gets a new mitt.

New bats.
New helmets. The works.

How sweet it is.

So, when do we get
new uniforms?

You don't get a uniform
until you can prove to us

that you could smack the ball
out of the park,
you little squeef.

STEVE: Everyone pile on Noah.

Where did you
get all this stuff?

Ah, you need anything,
you let me know.

It's like he raided
a sporting goods store.

Told you it would pay
to have Franklin's kid
on the team.

You are welcome to come in,

but, with my father's back,

you're definitely
entering at your own risk.

I think I'll pass.

I think I don't blame you.

Bye.

Bye.

(CLATTERING)

What are you doing?

Get away from there.
You're making a mess.

Come on, get out of here.

Go home before
I call the pound.

I'm serious. Get out of here.

(WHIMPERS)

Oh, don't look at me
like that.

I don't even
like dogs that much.

You don't even
have a collar, do you?

Okay, if I give you
something to eat,
will you go?

Do you like bologna?

You like bologna?

Okay,
I'll get you some bologna.

Yes, I will.

Let's go.

Okay, Noah, heads up.

Throw it home. Throw it home.

Look what I got, ma?

Oh, come on, give me a break.

Noah. Noah. Hey,
don't pull your head out,
man, all right?

Yeah, but the ball
didn't get through my legs.

Well, it's 'cause
it took a sweet hop.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

What'd you say?

You heard me.

BRANDON: Noah!

That's gonna cost you a lap.

Noah!

Snack time, everybody!

Yes! All right.

BRANDON: Noah!

You won't believe
what that kid
just said to me.

Yeah, I know he's a real paw,
but he's a good hitter.

And his mom's Nan Guersy.

Who?

Our team mother. She brought
this delicious dim
sum for the kids.

You gotta taste
these noodles.

Dim sum?

BRANDON: Can't believe
the spread this woman brought.

She brought
Chinese dumplings,
and bottled water, and...

It was amazing.
We used to eat
Twinkies back home, remember?

Oh, honey, would it be easier
to eat upstairs?

No, it wouldn't.
I have been in bed all day,

and I am going stir-crazy.

I know.

(DOG WHINING)

Well,
sounds like we've been given
a pretty good ball team.

Well, we got some
pretty good players.

I could do without
a lot of the attitude,
though.

Well, of course
the first thing
these kids are gonna do

is to test your limits.
What do you expect?

Yeah, but you
don't understand, Dad,
it...

(DOG WHINING)

The league's run
a lot differently out here

than it was
back home, that's all.

And you've come
to this conclusion

after the first day
of practice?

Jim.

Well, I don't understand
why he's being so critical.

And what is all this yelping?

CINDY: It sounds like a dog.

That's being
tortured in our back yard.

Where are you going?
To see what it is.

You are not.
You're supposed to
stay off your feet.

Brandon can see what it is.
Yeah.

Jim...
Mom, it's a dog.

Yeah, I think
we established that, Brenda.

It sounds like it's coming
from the side of the house.

BRENDA:
No, it's in the garage.

No, it sounds like
the side of the house.

No, trust me, Dad,
it's in the garage.

(DOG BARKING)

BRENDA: He smells bad.

But once you get to know him,
he's really sweet.

Who does he belong to?

Us.

Brenda, we can't have a dog
in this house,
and that is that.

Why not?

Because I know
who's going to be the one

to walk it
and feed it and all...

No.
Dad, I don't want you guys
to lift a finger to this dog.

He's completely
my responsibility.

Yeah, well, that's what
you said about Ruby.

Ruby was
completely untrainable.

I mean, even the vet said so.

And Bruno?

Bruno bit the mailman
completely out of
self-defense,

and you know that.

Okay. Fine.

Let's talk about Mr. Pepper.

I knew he'd bring him up.

Jim.

I'm sorry,
but someone in this family

left that poor animal outside
in the middle of winter

to freeze to death.

I was nine years old!

How was I supposed to know
about wind-chill factors?

Uh, Brenda,
I think the dog needs you.

Excuse me.

JIM: Brenda.

Dad, he needs me.

And what I need is
for you to take him to
the animal shelter tonight.

I can't do that.
If I take him to the pound,
they'll put him to sleep.

Fine, I'll take him.

Jim.

Where are the car keys?

Jim!

JIM: I'm taking him back
to the pound tonight,
and that is that.

CINDY: No, that is not that.

You're not going anywhere
but straight upstairs

and back to bed right now.

Cindy.
No.

I--I can't bear to
see you walk around

like the Hunchback
of Notre Dame.

And I won't have you barking
at your children

because your back
is in spasm.

Now, while you are
upstairs recuperating,

your son is
going to post signs
in the neighborhood

to see if anyone's
lost a dog, right?

No problem.

And until we find
its rightful owner,

your daughter
will not only

take total responsibility
for this animal,

but she will
also get rid of it

the moment it
becomes a nuisance,

isn't that right, honey?

Thanks, Mom.

You're making a big mistake.

Daddy, I promise,
it's going to be
totally different this time.

You're all
going to love Wally.

Wally?
Wally?

Wally?

You won't even
know he's around.

(BARKING)

Hey, you're early.

Actually, I'm late.

And I was kind of hoping
I could switch
today for tomorrow.

What's up?

Well, I'm coaching a team
for the West Beverly Hills
Baseball League,

and they just handed me
a practice schedule.

Say no more.

You can take as much
time as you want
on one condition.

You gotta schedule a couple
of practice games
against my kids.

You're a coach?

Yeah. I have been for years.
Mid City Park and Rec Center.

It's a gas. I love it.

Well, how's your team,
are they any good?

No, they stink,
but who cares?

You know,
just being out there

is like being part
of a great
American tradition.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do.

Crawford!

What are you,
digging for dinosaurs?

Come on, guys,
get your cleats on.

Right.

(SIGHS)

We gotta talk to your dad
about trading that kid.

Forget it.
Why?

Because when his back's out,

you don't wanna talk to him
about anything. Trust me.

Then we'll talk to Franklin.
Franklin?

Yeah, he said if we
ever need anything.

Steve, I don't...

Hey, the kid is dead weight.

Mr. Franklin,
could I have a word with you?

STEVE: As it turns out...

Have you tried the slouvaki?

Okay, Wally, stay.
Stay right... Stay.

Stay right there.

Okay, Wally, come.
Come on, Wally.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Wally, come here.

Wally, come here.

Wally, come on.

Let's face it, he's dumb.

He's not dumb.

He's just going through
a slight separation anxiety.

Brenda.

What's with your dog?

Oh, don't mind him.
He goes crazy for perfume.

I'm not wearing any perfume.

BRANDON: Strike three.

Got to work
those corners, Davey.

I know how to throw a curve.

Probably wanna stay away from
that breaking stuff
for a couple years.

You don't wanna
burn out your arm.

You know,
you're the first coach

who's ever told me
not to push myself.

Yeah. It's like my dad says,
"What's the rush?"

FRANKLIN: Davey, hustle up.
You're in the cage.

See you later.

Well, it's all set.
Franklin's arranging
the trade right now.

It's a trade.

What trade?

Crawford for Kenny Kessler.

Don't say anything
till it's official.

It may take a week or two.

What if Crawford
doesn't want to be traded?

Who cares? We're gonna rip.

We're gonna
have Kenny Kessler

and Davey, Jr.
in the same rotation.

Forget it, Steve.
It's not fair.

It's a done deal.

Look,
Franklin's amped about this.

He wants to have
a winning team.

Well, then I guess
I'll just have
to go talk to him.

Well, what are you
gonna say to him?

I'm gonna tell him
to let the coaches
run the team.

Brandon, look.

I'm your friend.
You can say anything to me.

But I don't think
you wanna offend
the president of the league.

Especially if he's
a friend of your father's.

(BARKING)

Wally.

(SHUSHING)

Wally, stop it. Wally, no.

Down.

Wally, you're a bad boy.
Down.

Wally... Shh!

Wally, no.
You better be quiet now.
Stop it!

I cannot keep on
making excuses for you.

Brenda, your father
wants to speak to you.

Mom,
Wally's really a sweet dog.

Yeah. Well, tell that
to your father.

I don't know why
you have to be so critical

of everybody
involved in this league.

I'm not, Dad.

Dave Franklin puts in
a lot of hours for you kids

that someone of his clout
doesn't have to spare.

I know.

And I think he deserves
a hell of a lot of credit.

I agree. It's...

I promise I'm
gonna find him a home
first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

And as far as
you and I are concerned,

I hope to be
seeing a new attitude

coming out of
the coaching box,

or it's going to be
a long season.

Come on, Wally,
I need you to
keep a low profile

until everybody
can get to know you better.

I know it's dark
and lonely in here,

but it's the best
that I can do.

Okay, Wally,

you stay on the rug,
don't make any noise,

and don't chew anything.

Okay.

You're such a good dog.

(WHISPERING)
Good night, Wally.

Okay, we're gonna
have a good time?

Yeah!

Are we gonna play ball
like we normally do?

Yeah!
Yeah!

Let's do it, let's do it.
Come on, let's go.

Where's my catcher?

NAT: Okay. Here we go.

Okay.

This is pathetic.

They're not even
wearing uniforms.

So what?
It's a practice game.

STEVE: They don't look
so good, Brandon.

It's okay.
They came out here to play,

and that's
the important thing.

Now, listen up, you guys.

The way you treat
your competition
is a direct comment

on how you play the game.

Good sportsmanship
counts big time with me
and my old man.

So let's get off
on the right foot.

Let's go out there,
let's treat these guys
with some respect, okay?

Chill for a second, guys.
Bran.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Buddy, Franklin doesn't want
Nat's kids using
our new equipment.

He just doesn't
want any of the stuff

to get broke before
the season starts.

You don't have
a problem with that,
do you?

NAT: Let's get this
practice game going!

MAN: Batter up!

(SPECTATORS APPLAUDING)

All right!

Come on. Yeah. Come on. Yeah.

BRANDON: Take that!
Take that.

Good man.

BOY: Hurray!

Run!

All right.

How many runs
you score so far?

Fourteen.

Come on, guys!
We can do it.
We got two outs.

We can get out of
this inning. Let's go!

Come on. Heads up!

NAT: Okay, routine grounder.

You got it. Easy out.

Come on, Mannie.

Shake it off.
You can shake it off.

Hey, doofus,
you really eat toads.

NAT: You'll throw it better
next time, Mannie.

Hey, Cory,
hit it to the doofus.

He's a real toad.

Halt. Time out.

UMPIRE: Time!

Crawford,
get in the game for Noah.

Forget you!

Get off the field, Noah.

I'm not getting off the field
unless Coach Sanders
tells me to.

Hold up a second, tiger.

What's up?

I'm benching Noah.
He doesn't deserve
to play with his attitude.

I agree. I just don't think
you wanna humiliate him.

I'm not gonna humiliate him,
I just wanna teach him
a lesson.

Yeah, okay,
but I think the timing
might be a little off.

Fine. Why don't you coach
the rest of the game
by yourself, buddy.

Brandon...

Brandon!

What happened?

I don't know.

Hi, Mom.

Oh, hi, honey,
how are you?

Oh, you know, the same.

I'm sorry about Wally.

Yeah.
So what's for dinner?

You didn't have to take him
to the pound, did you?

No, I didn't.

Terrific.
You found a home for him, huh?

Yeah, ours.

Brenda.

Mom, I tried. I really did.

I went to the vet.

The receptionist asks,
"Hi, are you looking
for a new puppy?"

I said, "No, I have a dog
that needs a home,
like, right now."

So she gave me the card
to the Department
of Animal Control,

and then she
made sure to tell me

that three-quarters of
the 190,000 strays

that were brought
to the shelter last year
were destroyed.

And then she said
to have a nice day.

It's a crime more people
don't neuter their pets.

And the thought of
poor Wally in some alley
fending for himself...

It was just too cruel,
I just couldn't do it.

Okay.

Okay, I can keep him?

No, okay, you can explain
to your father
why he's still here,

and then you can
tell him about all the
wonderful things you're doing

to find him a new home.

Oh, that sounds fair,

except can you go upstairs
with me to break the news?

Um, you know,
I think it might be wise
to just wait a little bit.

I'm not gonna argue with you
anymore, Brandon.

And apparently
you're not going to listen

to my side of
the story either, are you?

You already told
me what happened.

One of your kids
got out of line,
you lost your temper,

you stalked off the field
in the middle of a game.

Dad, if you'd have seen
the way that Noah taunted
their second baseman,

I guarantee
you would've pulled him
off the field in a second.

Maybe. Maybe not.

One thing I can guarantee
is the Brandon Walsh
that I know

would've handled the problem
without causing a scene.

Well, I'm sorry
I let you down, Dad.

You didn't let me down.
You let your team down.

Dave Franklin called me
from his car phone,

he was so concerned
about the situation.

Maybe I should learn to be
more like Steve,

suck up to the parents,
let the kids do
whatever they want.

Brandon...
Or better yet,

why don't we just
let the kids run
the whole damn team.

Then we can just
sit up in the bleachers

and eat tofu hamburgers
with the umpires.

What do you want, Brandon?

You want to quit
being a coach, is that it?

Maybe that'd be best.

(WALLY BARKING)

All right.

As soon as I'm
back on my feet,
and back on the field,

you're free to quit.

But up until then,
I need you to
gut it out for me.

How soon will that be?

(SIGHING)

Hopefully by next practice,

assuming I can get some peace
and quiet around here.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

NAT: The Peach Pit is closed.

Okay.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Hey, come on in.

Hi. I, uh, called your house.

Your sister said
you might be here.

All right.
Can I fix you anything?

No, thanks.

I came to talk
about what happened
at the game.

Hey, that's yesterday's news.
Forget it.

I just can't forget the way
your second baseman looked

after Noah
started picking on him.

Yeah, well,
after you left,
it got worse.

What happened?

Well, the very next play,
Mannie made another error,

and he broke down
and lost it.

Mannie's a tough case.

He's been in and out
of foster homes.

Nothing comes easy for him.

He's just the last
little kid you ever
want to see get hurt.

Did anyone even
have the courtesy

to come over
and apologize to you?

Yeah,
your friend Steve came by.

He was very nice.

What'd he say?

Well, he just wondered if
we shouldn't cancel
the second practice game.

Great, Steve.

Wait a minute, Brandon,
he's got a point.

We didn't exactly
play you head up.

Why? What was
the final score?

I don't know.
I stopped counting
after the second inning.

I really feel
terrible about all this, Nat.

The fact is
that my little kids
from the Park and Rec

just weren't ready to compete
against the vast resources

of the West Beverly Hills
Baseball League.

Not that I couldn't whip them
into better shape.

But it's just tough
to do it all by yourself.

Well, are you in the market
for a feisty
third base coach?

Why? You looking to become
a free agent?

I'm a journeyman
ball player, Nat.

I go where
I'm needed and wanted.

Dad? You're up?

It's a minor
medical miracle.

I've got lateral
movement again.

I feel almost human.

Hallelujah.

Listen, a lot of things
got said last night
that I deeply regret.

And I want you to know
how sorry I am

that we're not gonna be
coaching together again.

Maybe you'll reconsider.

Maybe.

So, uh, why don't you join us?
We're wheeling and dealing.

Come on,
we're making a line-up.

Come on.

I'm gonna get
some cheese bits.

Brandon,
your dad's a great guy.

The three of us could go
all the way this season.

Yeah,
especially with Dave Franklin
pulling all the strings.

Look, I'm sorry
about the other day.

But we're a team.

Look, Steve,
I was just talking to Nat...

Great!

Tell them we've had
a change of heart.

We definitely want
to play those kids
in another practice game.

Really?
Absolutely.

All right.

But why the sudden
change of heart?

You gotta admit
that if we clobber
these nerd balls,

it'll be great
for team morale.

(BARKING)

Oh, oh, yeah.
Yes, he's quiet.

Smart? Very smart.

House trained?

Um, yeah, I better
let you talk to Brenda.

It's a long shot,
but go for it.

Cliff, how are you?

Dylan.

Uh, so tell me,

how does going to
Beverly Hills High School

compare to West Beverly?

BRENDA: Oh, really?

That has got to
be the dumbest dog
in the history of dogdom.

Well, you never met Bruno
or Mr. Peppers.

He came this close
to getting hit by
a truck yesterday.

Listen, man,
do you got some time tomorrow?

You could help me
run a baseball clinic
for some of the kids.

B, I told you
I have zero interest

in getting involved
with a team from
West Beverly Hills.

What if it's
to help Nat's kids

so they can beat the team
from West Beverly?

Well, that's
a different story, isn't it?

BRENDA:
See, what did I tell you?

Isn't he sweet?

Isn't he great?

And I think he likes you.

Well, yeah,
he's a pretty good dog.

Pretty good?
David, he's great
and he likes you,

which in your case
ought to count for something.

And you said
you wanted a dog.

Well, yeah, but...

Know what?
I know the smartest thing.

I should have
thought of this earlier.

Why don't you just take him
for a couple of days

and see how it works out
between you two?

Look, Brenda, I--I can't...

But, David,
it's just for a trial run.

Just for a couple of days.

Even one night, like tonight.

Take him and then you'd see
what a great dog he is.

Okay, just one night?

Absolutely.
Whatever you want.

You think you could
get me a date
with Kelly Taylor?

Wally,
I'll find you a new home.

J-Just a question.

(DOOR SLAMS)

You know, the improvement
from one week to the next
is remarkable.

Oh, yeah.

Kids are showing
a lot of promise.

But you still need a pitcher
that can put the ball
over the plate.

Yeah. But win or lose,
the most important thing

is how good the kids feel
about themselves.

BRANDON: Absolutely. Totally.

Yeah, I mean in the long run,
that's all that counts.

Absolutely.

Totally.

Andrea, hi.

Listen, uh,
do you remember the other day

you told me you knew
some kid in the Valley

who was
a blue-chip ball player?

Yeah, Avery.

BRENDA:
Mom, what are you doing?

Oh, well, it was late,

and I didn't know how long
you'd be in the shower.

You like Wally, don't you?

Just didn't want
him to go hungry.

He was
such a good boy today.

I hardly heard
a peep out of him.

Why is the door open?

I don't know.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Wally?

Wally.

Wally!

(WHISTLING)

Wally!

Wally.
Wally.

CINDY: Wally.

I looked on Wilshire.
I looked on Sunset.

I looked down Rodeo Drive.

I looked everywhere.
No pooch.

Well, we gave up
20 minutes ago.

Poor Wally.

He'll come back.

That's probably
what the last owner said.

Hey, don't worry
about him, Bren.

He'll be fine.
He's got street smarts.

Brandon, I love Wally,
but that dog has no smarts.

Well, I'm going to miss him.

Yeah, right.
No, really.

I got used to the howling.

It put me to sleep.

Speaking of which,
this coach needs some shut-eye

before tomorrow's game.

CINDY: Sounds like a plan.

Night.

Good night, honey. Sorry.
Good night.

Good night.

So, Coach,

which dugout are you gonna be
sitting in tomorrow?

I was just helping
Nat teach his team

a few of the fundamentals,
that's all.

Does Dad know that?

No. And what Dad doesn't know
won't hurt him.

You know something, Brandon,
you're starting
to sound like me.

That's a scary thought.

Dad.

Just a quick thing
about tomorrow's game.

You want to ride with me,
or is Steve gonna
be picking you up?

Actually,
I was gonna ride with Dylan.

Okay.

But I...
I'll go with you if you want.

Whatever you prefer.

I'll go with you.

Night.

Good night.

NAT: Hey, Coach.

Nat. Have you met my father?

I feel like I know him.

I know the feeling.

You ought to see
what I got for the kids.

(LAUGHS HAPPILY)

Ta-da!

The Pitts.

Yeah, they got hats,
and wristbands,
and... Real jazzy.

Why two T's?

They're from Pittsburgh.

Very clever.

Well, if it isn't
the walking wounded,
how are you doing?

Hey, Dave, good to see you.
Excuse me.

You know,
I ordered one for you, too.

Not that I expected you
to wear it today.

Not that part of
me doesn't want to.

We'll save it
for you, my friend.

Thanks.

Good game, huh?
Yeah.

NAT: All right.
Keep it up, Dylan.

All right, you guys,
let's turn a double play now.

(BOYS CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

Okay, come on,
Dukes, listen up.

When I tip my hat,
it means bunt.

When I cross
my arms like this...

Hold it.

Cory, Noah,
we're having a team
meeting over here.

You guys wanna tell me
what's so funny?

What? Did someone
cut one over here?

They have that peewee doofus
playing second base again.

NAT: You've got it.

BOY: Yeah!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Listen up.

I said listen up!

You know,
everyone's predicting you guys

will be the team
to beat this year.

But my take on it is,

if you all don't change
your attitude real quick,

it won't matter
how many games you win.

You won't be the champs,
you'll be the chumps.

And the worst part
about it is,
you won't even know it.

Come on, Brandon,
lighten up.

You gotta admit
that kid, Mannie,
is a real klutz out there.

Where's your sense
of humor?

Where's your sense of humor?

NAT: Can we do it?
Yeah!

Then let's do it!
Let's get in there.

Come on, let's go!

All right, boys,
let's get into position!

Come on now,
let's show some hustle.

Come on! All right,
look alive out there!

Hey, Nat.

Nat, this is Avery.
Avery, this is Nat.

Hey.
Hi.

Wonder what
Andrea Zuckerman's
doing here?

Dylan, Dylan,
take care, here.

Give me this,
give me this.

All right,
you'll be great.

What's Dylan doing?
Bringing in a ringer?

My God, it's a girl.

Dude, it's a girl.

(BOYS CHUCKLING)

Poor Dylan, he's really
scraping the bottom
of the barrel, huh?

All right, batter up!

NAT: All right, Avery.

BOY: Come on,
you could do it.

Come on.

BOYS: Yeah!

Run! Run!

Go!

Home run!

(ALL CHEERING)

NAT: Home run.

Man, she's good!

Strike three!

Strike three!

Strike three, you're out!

Man, she's great.

Let's go, Brad.

Any little hit,
buddy, any little hit.

Strike three!

All right,
let's get a rally going.
Let's hear some noise.

Let's get back in the game.
Come on now.

(BOYS CHEERING)

All right, you guys! Two outs!

Last inning! Run on anything!

NAT: Come on, Avery.
Blow it by him.

Come on, Davey,
we need a hit here!

BOY: Come on. Hit it good.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yes! Well done.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Go, boy.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yes!

JIM: All right!

Gutsy coaching, young man.

Thank you, sir.

BOY 1: You did it.
BOY 2: Yeah.

DYLAN: Shake it off, Avery,
we'll get them.

You suck wind, pitch.

Hey, hey, hey.
None of that,
or you can go home.

Yeah! Run, run!

Go, go!

Out!

All right, boys,
who's next?

Come on, last chance,
let's go, let's go.

Everybody been
in the game?

Not Randy Crawford.

Crawford,
get in right field.

Come on, let's go!

Come on, let's show them!
Come on.

Mr. Walsh, did you forget
we're gonna trade
Randy next week?

That's next week,
this week he's in right.

All right, come on now!

Come on, guys, let's go!
Let's get them!

This is it!

You battled back, all right.

Thanks to Davey,
clutch hitting,
power pitching.

He's got it all.

Thanks. He really enjoys
playing with his friends.

You know,
it'd be a shame to win it

with Tim Bosworth's son
sitting on the bench.

It's just
a practice game, Dave.

Yeah, well,
it's your decision.

You're the manager.

DYLAN: Wait for your pitch!

All right, Avery,
you're our last chance!

(BOYS CHATTERING)

Okay, Davey, okay,
bear down now, bear down now.

BOY 3: Let's go, pitch!

Come on, Avery!

Hold on, now.

Yeah.

(ALL CHEERING)

All right, Avery, one down.
Heads up now.

You want to settle him down?

All right, listen up, Davey.

You're a pitcher of record,
man. Win or lose,

you tossed a hell of a game.

There's no
pressure here, buddy.

Go get them.

Go get the game.
Come on.

MAN: Here we go.
Come on, doofus.

Come on.

FRANKLIN: Come on,
Davey, come on.

Strike three, you're out.

BOY 4: All right, that's it.

Way to go, Davey. Yeah.

You concentrate,
you can do it. Right?

You can hit this ball.

There's no guessing,
you're gonna do it.

You got it on
nice and tight, tough guy.

NAT: Take a swing.

What's so funny?

Time out!

UMPIRE: Time!

Hey, guys, come on in.
Gather around here.

All right, guys,
come in here. Listen up.

Here's my predictions.

I predict he'll
strike out in three pitches,

and I predict that
no one on this team

is gonna try to make him
feel bad about that.

This kid's had a tough life.

And there's no reason on earth
why any of you

should try to make it
any harder on him.

And having said that,
let's play ball.

Let's go!

All right, Mannie,
tag this one, baby,
he ain't got nothing.

You can blow it by
this doofus, Davey.

The doofus on wheels!

Give it up, doofus!

Hey, peewee doofus,
the bat looks kind of heavy.

Hey, doofus, give it up.

Give it up, doofus!

Hey, peewee doofus,
don't drop the bat.

BRANDON: The way you
treat your competition
is a direct comment

on how you play the game.

NOAH: Give it up, doofus!

MAN 1: Go.
MAN 2: Go.

(ALL CHEERING)

Second base, second base.

Yeah!

Yeah!

(ALL WHOOPING)

Yeah!

Not bad, little buddy.

Yes!

NAT: All right, all right!

Bosworth's kid
would have caught that ball.

We should have
caught that ball!

We should have won this game!

Hey, Davey, don't look now,
but we did win the game.

ALL: Two, four, six, eight.

Who do we appreciate?

The Pitts! The Pitts!
Yeah! The Pitts!

Good game, guys.

So how's it feel to be
the pitcher of record?

Yeah!

Feels great.

It was just a practice game.

It doesn't matter
if you lose a practice game.

I mean,
it was just a practice game.

Doesn't even count.

Noah, it counts.

Hey, Bran, wait up.

Hey, buddy,
don't be so hard on yourself.

Daryl Strawberry couldn't
have caught that ball.

Poor kid.
He gave it his best shot.

(BARKING)

Wally? Wally!

Wally, come here.
Dylan, look, Wally's back.

Wally!

(WHISTLING)

That's my dog.

Wally's back.
Come here.

(WHISTLING)

Oh, Wally.

Wally. Wally. Wally?

Wally!

Hey, is that Brenda's dog?

Wally?

That's not Wally,
that's Ruppert.

That's my dog.
Oh, he's back.

I thought you
were dead, Ruppert.

Ruppert?

Hey, Noah,
what'd your mom bring
for a snack?

Spinach salad
and warm goat cheese.

How about a Twinkie?

Great!

Come on.

Oh, hey, buddy,
we'll get him next time, huh?
Huh? Huh? Huh?

Hey, Coach,
let's go home.

All right, large guy.

See you next week.

JIM: Yeah.