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[* "Boulevard" by Jackson Browne playing]

♪ Down on the boulevard they take it hard... ♪

[announcer] [on loudspeaker] It's a beautiful day

here at Velvety Canned Cheese Park.

Velvety Canned Cheese: making your cheese a breeze.

Good morning, everybody.

Get you some canned cheese.

That hat is too great.

I love it, you girls.

[crowd cheering]

♪ But if you choose to stay ♪

♪ You end up playing anyway ♪

[announcer] And here come our boys now.

Ladies and gentlemen, your Montgomery Cheesemongers!

And on the mound, Montgomery's own hometown hero,

"Rocket" Russ Waddell!

♪ And you know the kid's in shock ♪

♪ Up and down the block ♪

Get 'em, Rocket! Mow 'em down!

These rat bastards can't handle the heat, Russ!

Blast off!

[crowd cheering]

[crowd groaning]

[crowd] Oh!

[spectator] Come on!

Shake it off, Rocket! You still got it!

Just warming up, Russ, just warming up!

[crowd cheering]

- [spectator] Ah, shit. - [cheering dies down]

[crowd boos]

[crowd jeering]

[player] It's a fucking embarrassment.

[player 2] I never even seen nothin' like it, man.

Never gonna win again. Never getting laid again.

Twenty-nine straight losses!

Twenty-nine!

We're like the goddamn Bad News Bears!

Actually, the Bad News Bears

had one good pitcher and one good hitter.

So unless Tatum O'Neal walks through that door, we're worse.

Russ.

Russ?

Are we drinking?

Right behind you.

Hey.

- Brought you some soup. - Oh.

- Thank you, Lucille. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I just wanted you to know that

you will always have a home here

at Velvety Canned Cheese Park.

You're part of the family no matter what.

Thanks.

And with Sal retiring next season,

we're going to need a new head groundskeeper.

Oh, dang. Oh, did Skip not...

- Oh. - [Skip] Uh...

I was just, um,

working up the nerve to tell you.

GM called.

Organization's going to let you go.

That's it?

I'm done?

Russ, I'm sorry.

It's just... time.

♪ Well, I tried to make it Sunday ♪

♪ But I got so damn depressed ♪

♪ That I set my sights... ♪

Oh, so that's it, huh?

Yep. They're giving me one more start,

then off to the pasture.

Goddamn.

It's not fair, Rocket.

It's too damn fair.

That's what hurts.

If I still had my heat, that'd be something else.

You still have that 100-mile-an-hour fastball

left in you, Russ.

Yeah, you'll get it back.

Nah, it's gone.

Skip's right. Maybe it's just time.

Rocket, fellas, drinks are on me.

Oh.

Look at that!

I actually won 200 bucks betting on you guys

losing back-to-back games.

Figured I owed you, so...

Hey, enjoy.

Does anybody got any decent work

lined up for the off season?

[Carl] Not yet.

They still got the classified ads in the newspapers?

I don't think they still have newspapers.

Vegas odds of us losing our next five games is 22 to one?

- Hmm. - [Hunter] So?

So?

If our so-called fans could make money

off how bad we are,

why can't we?

Isn't players gambling on games illegal?

It's more than illegal, Goose. It's sacrilege.

And if anybody even heard that we were discussing this,

forget the show, we'd all be banned for life.

Lew, you're a 32-year-old bush league catcher

with a career batting average of 220.

I hate to break it to you, but you ain't making the show.

Neither are you.

I know. None of us are.

I mean, we can't beat time.

So what do we do?

Okay, we got five games

between now and my last start, right?

If someone was to bet a parlay

on us losing all five games,

for any dollar they put in,

that someone would get 22 back.

And that someone is us.

- Right? - Oh, my God.

Thank you, Carl.

Okay, look, we pool together

all the money we could get our hands on, right?

Life savings, second mortgages, whatever.

Then we bet on ourselves.

I mean, if we could get, like, 100K,

we're talking, like, two million in return, huh?

Are we in?

I'm in.

♪ Will you meet me in the air? ♪

♪ Will you love me just a little? ♪

♪ Just enough to show you care ♪

♪ Well, I tried... ♪

If I sell the camper,

I can get, like, 15, 20 grand.

- Ha-ha! - Let's go!

Attaboy.

[crowd cheering]

[* upbeat music playing]

Cheesemongers lose to the Honeys

12 to 0.

Cheesemongers lose again 11 to one.

On the bright side, Velvety Canned Cheese

does help to drown the sorrow

of this punishing losing streak.

Mm-mm-mm.

[umpire] Safe!

[announcer] Cheesemongers lose 13 to three.

Mm.

Someone take this away from me,

but just know I'ma put up a fight.

[crowd cheering]

[crowd boos]

[announcer] Cheesemongers keep it within 10 runs,

losing 14 to five.

Let's go.

Another Cheesemonger loss would make for 34 straight,

breaking a minor league record that stood since 1951.

Russ, as today's starting pitcher,

how are you dealing with the pressure?

Well, I'm just grateful I'm the one

who's taking the mound for us today.

Oh, Russ,

seems like, uh,

I bear nothing but bad news these days.

Front office promoted a kid from rookie ball,

Felix Domingo.

And they want him to start.

Skip, this is my last start.

You said I could have this. What the fuck?

I'm sorry, Russ.

- Hey, Skip. Hi. - [Skip] Lew.

I borrowed eight grand from a guy named, no joke,

Shady "The Kneecapper" McGee.

If this Felix kid is any good, we're screwed!

[Russ] Hey, settle down, alright?

Let me see what's what.

Hey. Welcome to the club.

Oh, my God, "Rocket" Russ Waddell!

Oh, my God, man, it's really you.

You know who I am?

Yeah, of course, man.

Actually, when I was a kid, my brother and I,

we tried buying up all your rookie cards.

[chuckles] You know, 100-mile-an-hour fastball,

crazy movement.

We thought you were going to be like the next Roger Clemens.

Yeah. Well, time gets us all.

- What's that? - Oh, this?

Yeah, it's actually pretty cool.

So it's a barometer.

My curves usually borderline

in most altitudes, right?

But with the lower elevation here,

I feel like I can get a good break going.

Okay, that's one approach.

Yeah, for sure.

- You want a dip? - Nope.

Sorry, I...

got my own. [chuckles]

Yeah.

Yeah, anyway, I always like to scout

the ballpark before I pitch.

Wind conditions, field conditions.

There's always something I can use.

You know that.

Honor to meet you, but I should warm up

if I'm gonna stop this losing streak.

[chuckles]

You're a fuckin' legend.

- I just... - Okay.

- Alright, good luck out there. - [Felix] Thank you, man.

- So? - Well, I don't think he's much,

but still, we can't leave this to chance.

I say we jump the bastard right now, go for the elbow.

[Russ] We don't need to hurt the kid, okay?

Just get him out of the game.

[Petey whistles]

Hey, go get 'em, Petey!

That's it.

Hey, don't worry, I got an idea.

I'll see you on the field.

If we're getting $3.1 million

and we're splitting it five ways,

then 5% going to our front man,

how much money does that leave me exactly?

I hate this type of math, dude.

We'll take care of it afterwards, alright?

Right now, I just need you to keep your head in the game

so we can lose it, okay?

Okay?

Let's get asses kicked, huh?

[* cheery organ music playing]

I've been noticing a slight numbness in my right arm,

and I'm wondering if it's related to all

the Velvety Canned Cheese I've been eating.

Is anyone else experiencing this?

If so, please come see me in the announcer booth.

Taking the mound for the first time with the 'Mongers

is Felix Domingo,

just promoted from rookie ball.

Let's see if he can snap the team

out of its incredibly dispiriting historic skid.

[crowd cheering]

There you are.

What'd you do?

Scored some acid from one of the hippie vendor dudes,

spiked the kid's gum.

It should kick in any minute.

You Dock Ellis'd him?

I what?

Dock Ellis, Pittsburgh Pirates, 1970.

He dropped acid 'cause he thought it was his day off,

but then he had to pitch.

Yeah. [chuckles]

I Dock Ellis'd the shit out of him.

[Russ] No, you dumbass.

Once the LSD kicked in,

his game went to a whole other level.

[* suspenseful, mystical music playing]

He threw a no-hitter.

- [umpire] Strike! - [crowd cheering]

Oh, shit.

[groans]

[* spiritual string music playing]

- Strike! - [crowd cheering]

[umpire] Strike!

Strike!

Strike! You're out!

♪

I seem to have stopped seeing the color green?

It's weird.

All the other colors are still present

in my field of vision,

but the grass, for instance,

has taken on a kind of gray pallor.

I have stopped eating the Velvety Canned Cheese.

But if there is a medical doctor in attendance

and you'd be open to stopping by,

I don't think that'd be the worst idea.

Well, folks, we've got ourselves

an old-fashioned pitcher's duel.

Still zero-zero here in the ninth.

Can the unorthodox young Felix Domingo

continue his dominant debut performance?

Hey, pal.

- Bunt. - What?

And don't stop running.

Trust me.

I'm going to humble the new kid.

[announcer] First pitch of the ninth underway.

And it's a bunt.

Dundee fields what should be an easy out

and... throws it into the outfield?

Come on, Carl.

[announcer] Sandberg trips

and throws the ball into the ground.

Jackson picks up the ball-- no, he muffs it.

- Safe! - [Creeley] Ah!

Oh, shit!

- Ah. - Dammit!

[crowd boos]

Shit!

- Damn it! - Play better!

Yes. Yes. Yes.

It's a solemn scene at Velvety Canned Cheese Park

as our beloved Cheesemongers are now

officially the biggest losers in minor league history.

Truly, there is no joy in Mudville tonight.

[* "Glory Days" by Bruce Springsteen playing]

[players] We're the worst! We're the worst!

We suck! We suck! We suck!

[group cheering]

♪ I had a friend was a big baseball player ♪

♪ Back in high school ♪

♪ He could throw that... ♪

You got rid of the spiked gum, right?

Shit.

[* pensive music playing]

Come on.

Come on.

Shit.

Shit.

[door opens]

Oh. Felix, hey.

I can't find my damn car keys.

Hell of a game, kid. Sorry about that loss.

Is this what you used?

Used?

You and your buddies, you tried to spike my gum

to get me out of the game?

What? Why would we do that?

Because you wanted to throw it.

We're like the worst team in minor league history.

Even if we were going to throw the game,

how would you even tell?

Because your buddy, Carl,

tried doing a little math in my notebook between innings

trying to figure out how to split up

$3,136,018

five ways.

You're in it. He broke down your names.

Goddammit, Carl, shit!

And he got the math wrong. [laughs]

Okay, w-we can make this right.

Wh-what's it going to take?

Out on the mound today, I-I went to some place,

a place I've only dreamed of,

where-where God's face

speaks from the crystalline waters

and his angels manifest in monkey form.

What the hell are you talking about, Felix?

I'm done with baseball.

Yeah, I wanna move to Belize...

and find God

and take drugs...

after you give me the $3 million

you won on today's game.

Oh, come on, man!

That's our life savings you're talking about.

Some of these guys got families.

Look, why don't we give you half?

You could go to Belize and we'll call it a day.

Either you give me

the entire three million to keep me quiet,

or I bring the evidence to the cops

and you lose it all anyway.

[Felix laughs]

"Rocket" Russ!

Shit!

You done?

Yeah, yeah, I guess I am.

[Felix] Smack.

I'll give you instructions

on how to wire me the money tomorrow.

Once it's in my account, I'll give you the evidence.

Alright? Oh, and Russ, you were so right.

Time gets us all.

But you had all the time and the talent

as any of the greats.

You just blew it.

Jesus, man, look at you.

I don't even know how you live with yourself.

[* ominous music playing]

[ball thuds]

[machine beeps]

Oh, my God.

My fastball, I got it!

I still got...

Oh, shit.

Hey.

Hey.

[* ominous music playing]

[keypad beeping]

[* suspenseful music playing]

[balls clattering]

[machine clanking]

[* gentle music playing]

[machine whirs]

Heyo!

[machine whirring, creaking]

A-Ha!

Hmm.

[whirring, creaking stops]

Hmm.

[machine beeps]

[sighs]

- [machine beeps] - Alright, uh,

now I'm like emotionally invested in this shit.

Come on.

[Good Buddy] [on radio] Yeah, I still don't get it.

What's your job?

I wanna say, uh,

administrative assistant or something.

Error 10, category network error.

Yeah, I already knew that.

[Good Buddy] And why does that appeal?

Well, I told you that I binge watched

"The Office" last month, right?

[Good Buddy] Oh, no.

The road was getting lonely and I figured,

ah, community,

same people every day, entertaining dynamics.

I should try office life.

- Dumb, right? - [Good Buddy] Ah, I get it.

Sometimes we need an inspirational smack.

Hmm. So I guess this company,

they, they all started working remotely

during COVID and they never came back,

and they need, uh, one person in the office

so it's not technically vacant,

you know, for insurance purposes.

This was a dumb idea. I should quit.

[Good Buddy] My experience,

it's the smack after the smack

that you gotta watch for.

Hmm.

I'm not fully sure what that means, man.

I...

A-ha!

[buttons beep]

[machine whirs]

[machine powers down]

[sighs]

- [machine whirs] - [Charlie] Ha!

Smack.

- [glass shatters] - [Charlie thuds]

[birds chirping]

This is yours, I think, right?

Thank you.

I just have to ask,

what is your general philosophy

regarding litigation and such?

Look, uh, [chuckles]

looking around, I can see this isn't really,

you know, the major leagues.

And anyway, by nature,

I gotta say I'm a lover, not a suer.

I'm so glad. I have to tell you something.

We are barely keeping the lights on as it is.

I think this team is very important to this town.

Gives us a sense of community, you know?

It's a place for people to come every day,

same people but interesting dynamics.

No shit.

- Second smack, wow. - [Lucille chuckles]

Okay, uh, crazy question.

- Hey! [laughs] - [Lucille] You were born

to wear that uniform!

- Yeah? - [Lucille] Yes!

Okay, so, uh, how does this work?

Oh, hey, batter, batter, batter,

batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter.

No, don't do that.

Come here, walk with me.

As a ball girl, what you're going to do, honey,

is you're going to field foul balls,

and you're going to interact with the fans,

which can really be fun.

And then before the game,

you just pitch in wherever you're needed,

operating the pitching machine, shagging balls.

- Do explain that one. - Simple.

You just pick up the loose baseballs

during batting practice.

- Okay. I can do it. - [Lucille] Yeah.

- Okay? - Yeah, yeah.

I'm going to introduce you

to the oldest member of our family.

His name is Rambo.

And I should have retired him years ago,

but I don't have the funds to get a new one.

I'll show you how it works.

You flip this switch.

[machine rattling]

Oh, I should tell you, you gotta be real careful

because every couple balls, he just starts shooting wild

and he could hit anything in sight.

- Uh, you see? - Yeah.

Wow. Uh, so what do you do when that happens?

Just, look, smack! Ah!

[* cheery organ music playing]

[fan] If you could sign my cheese?

[Charlie] Uh, hey.

Who's Mr. Baseball over there?

"Rocket" Russ Waddell,

greatest athlete this town's ever produced,

former first round draft pick and top prospect,

one of only three Montgomery citizens

to get their own Wikipedia entry.

I'll bite. Who are the other two?

[Benny] Hiram Lubinski, the inventor

of Velvety Canned Cheese Substitute Spread,

and my cousin Jamie, who co-founded WikiKnees.

I mingle with royalty.

- [Benny chuckles] - So, uh...

what is mister hotshot Rocket

doing here in the minors?

Russ lost his fastball a few years ago.

No one knows why.

Injury, bad luck, family curse.

It was a classic case of the yips and you know it.

- Ugh. - I'm sorry, yips?

Russ got in his own head

and messed with his whole approach.

We tried every cure in the book to fix it.

Body waxing, ritual tugging, slutty Babe Ruth.

None of it worked.

But I got a feeling

that today's going to be the day.

Finally going to get the old Rocket back.

[crowd cheers]

- [ball clangs] - [crowd] Oh!

[Benny] Shake it off, Rocket!

You still got it!

Oh, sadly bullshit.

Another pitcher, Frank.

Hi. Uh...

Oh, I'm Charlie, the new ball girl.

Don't think we've met.

I'm Russ, the washed-up old timer.

Oh, come on.

Hey, sorry about the, uh, the game.

It's a tough loss.

You think I'd get used to it by now.

Hey, it's just a game.

Shake it off, right?

That sounded off.

You're going to tell me it's not just a game, right?

No, you're right, it's just a game,

but it's the only thing I've ever had a gift for.

And when you're given a gift in life, even a strange one

like throwing a little ball swiftly past a man with a stick,

when you get a taste of puttin' it to use...

[clicks tongue]

Been years since I even touched 90,

let alone triple digits.

Actually, as somebody with, uh,

well, strange gifts myself, I relate.

But isn't there something you can do,

like a robo arm, surgery or something?

Physically speaking, I'm fine.

It's all in my damn head.

At least I don't have to worry about that anymore.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Skip said I got one more start.

I'm done.

No shit.

Rocket, here's, uh, to going out with a bang, huh?

It's Russ, please. And thanks.

- Until we meet again. - Okay, until we meet again.

Cheers cheers.

- Oh, so that's it, huh? - Yep.

They're giving me one more start,

then off to the pasture.

[crowd cheering]

Oh.

Deputy ball girl, that's you!

[announcer] We've got ourselves an old-fashioned pitcher's duel.

Go, go!

[announcer] Can the unorthodox

young Felix Domingo continue...

Ah, look it, she's running, she's running!

Bang-up job, deputy.

[* bright music playing]

Ah.

Charlie Cale, I do believe you found yourself

a rewarding career.

[chuckles] I'll do it.

[Charlie groans]

Oh.

Hey, hey.

Hey, that was a heck of a first game.

I, uh, like your style, kid.

Did you know that God is a verb?

I did not know that.

Oh...

How about some water or something?

God. [chuckles]

God isn't God.

No, you know, like, not,

not like the way that we were taught.

See, God is the music of the spheres,

the symphonic echo of radical love

between all living things.

[Charlie] Oh, boy. Hey, uh, would you mind?

Hmm.

Oh. [snaps fingers]

You know what I should do is get your autograph

'cause the way you were throwing out there today,

oh, boy, yeah, you're headed for the big leagues.

[chuckles] I'm quitting the game.

- Huh? - [Felix chuckles]

Because none of this matters.

You know, like who wins, who loses, you see, God...

and the monkeys matter.

Hmm.

I really think you should drink some of that.

Huh?

Hey, you have a retirement fund

or a side hustle, crypto trading or something?

Well, money, eh.

[Charlie] Don't overthink it.

When inspiration smacks, listen.

Yeah. Smack. Inspiration.

Although they do say that it's actually

the, uh, the second smack that gets you, so...

[Felix chuckles]

What's that mean?

I have no idea but, uh, hydrate.

Thank you, ball girl, for sharing your wisdom.

Yes, of course, anytime.

And, uh, well, good luck coming down

off whatever you're coming down from.

On?

No, I don't take anything.

Me neither... officer.

Okay, Godspeed.

Godspeed.

Godspeed.

[* ominous music playing]

[cart rattling]

[voice] [muffled] Yum.

Yum.

Yum

[* suspenseful music playing]

Yum.

Yum.

Yum!

[louder] Yum.

Yum.

Yum. Yum. Yum

Yum.

- Yum. - [Charlie laughs]

Yum.

Ah, I don't think so.

- [* mystical music playing] - Yum, yum, yum!

[sock continues, muffled]

♪

[creature jabbering]

- [thud] - Ah!

[man] Charlie Cale...

[distorted] Charlie Cale...

[echoing] the wanderer...

It's up to you to save this ballpark,

to save this team.

It is?

Why?

Because baseball... is not just a game.

It is the secret of the spheres.

[whooshing]

Are you...

God?

I...

am Hiram Lubinski,

the inventor of Velvety Canned Cheese Substitute Spread,

now available in jalapeno and spicy seafood flavors.

Oh, I get it.

Ah, the mascot is you.

I'm the founder of this ballpark

as well as its spiritual guardian.

Cool.

[Hiram] Baseball is not just a pastime.

It is the passing of time itself.

Tell me, wanderer, is it any coincidence

that the goal of every hitter is to return safely to home?

Huh.

Wow.

This ballpark is home.

Without it, the people of Montgomery would be lost...

and my granddaughter, Lucille...

would be bereft

with no community,

without any sense of belonging.

Do you know what that is like, Charlie?

Yes.

Yes, I... I, I do.

- [Hiram] Then help us. - Okay.

Protect this ballpark

and save this team!

But from what?

Mm, from who?

Come home, wanderer.

Every soul seeks to be safe

at home.

[dramatic music swells, stops]

[Charlie groans]

Oh, Charlie?

Wow, my kingdom for some electrolytes.

[Lucille] Charlie, Charlie!

What in the world happened last night?

[machine powers down]

[Charlie] Oh, my God, what happened?

Uh, the new guy stayed late last night

to take some extra BP.

He tried using Rambo.

He got hit in the back of the head with a fastball.

Uh, I knew I should have had that machine replaced.

I knew that.

I found him this morning.

So Rambo...

killed Felix?

Well, it looks that way.

Lucille, I hate to bring it up, but...

- What? - You could be looking

at a wrongful death lawsuit.

- A big one. - [Lucille] Well, that'll be it.

We'd have to shut down the park, then move the team.

It's the only family I got left.

Oh, no, we're not going to let that happen.

Uh, everybody knew the machine was faulty.

It is my fault.

Hey, so, hypothetically speaking,

if, uh, Felix, we know he was a good kid,

but if Felix here was, uh, high

while he was using the equipment,

would that alleviate some of this liability?

- Well, I guess it... - [Benny] Yeah.

...it would. Why?

Well, I, uh, I think his gum was laced.

Well, if he was on drugs, it's easy enough to check.

It is?

Yeah, a simple reagent test.

Oh.

Retired cop.

Okay. Uh, well, hmm.

Okay, terrific.

Negative, no sign of drugs.

Wait, what?

Oh, gosh, man. I know I was tripping so hard.

And we all saw Felix on that mound.

He was like a guy at a Phish concert at the Sphere.

I mean, come on, he was tripping.

- Geez. - Honey.

[Charlie] What?

[Lucille] Appreciate your concern,

but the last thing I wanna do

is sully this kid's reputation.

I've done enough damage already.

Lucille, this is not on you.

We're going to figure this out, okay?

I talked to Felix. He told me he was straight.

He wasn't lying. Something is amiss.

We'll have more on Felix Domingo

as the story develops.

- [knocking on door] - Skip.

Hell of a start to the day.

[TV shuts off]

You need something?

Yeah, I do, I sure do.

So Felix in last night's game,

uh, just a gut check,

he look alright to you?

He looked great.

He was higher than a fly on Willie Nelson's wall.

- Yeah. - But whatever it takes.

I mean, I don't judge.

I mean, I'm working on not judging.

Something I'm working on.

[Deb Lux] [on TV] It's not all sad news today.

Some lucky citizen has won $3 million

betting on last night's historic Cheesemonger loss.

A five-game parlay at 22-to-one odds

- was cashed in at a-- - Jesus.

Sad, isn't it?

Used to be fans actually rooted

for the home team.

Win or lose, we were all in it together.

Now it's all about the odds and working the angles.

Getting rich by expecting the worst.

[Charlie] Beep beep.

Huh.

Uh, hiya, Carl.

Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - [Charlie] Uh,

do you know if anyone had a, uh, a grudge against Felix?

'Cause, uh, I think someone spiked his gum.

Why would anybody have it out for the new guy? [chuckles]

Oh, wow!

Super cool! Is that a...

That's a no grill, huh? Is it solid gold?

My aunt died and left me a real big inheritance.

Yeah, bullshit.

I won it playing trivia down at the, uh, pub.

Obvious bullshit. I mean, I don't even need

my special thing for that one.

- Whoa. - What are you bothering me for?

I'm just a ball player,

a regular minor league ball player.

Yeah, yeah, no.

I, uh, I know you are.

Nobody wanted the kid to get hurt, alright?

[clicks tongue] Right, obviously.

Yeah, no, obviously not. It's just, uh...

y-you did, right?

You-you spiked his gum.

Just to get him out the game though,

and then he went and fucked around with Rambo.

And the whole thing was a freak accident.

I mean, I-I feel bad about it, really.

I believe you, I do.

I-I just, um, I'm trying to square, you know...

I mean, here's Felix, he's throwing a no hitter.

Why would you want him out the game?

Strip club after the game, fellas!

- [group] Hell yeah! - Drinks on your boy!

What's good, ball girl?

I see.

They spiked the gum that killed Felix

so that they could, uh, lose the game and win the bet.

It's not like we're talking criminal masterminds here.

All they gotta do is check these guys' bank accounts.

Yeah, but you need a search warrant

to check a bank account.

Right now, there isn't enough evidence to get one.

I-I-I don't understand.

They're just going to let the ballpark close?

That doesn't seem right.

I mean, what about an autopsy?

There's gotta be some kind of, uh, evidence

what kind of drug it was that they put inside Felix's gum, no?

Well, I asked my old partner to send me a copy of the report.

It should be getting here any minute.

- Hmm. - [phone chimes]

Okay, here's the autopsy report.

Let's see.

Uh, yep, death by blunt force trauma.

Let's see, did they even do a tox report?

Hey, uh, could I take a look at that?

Oh, sure, be my guest.

Oh, thanks.

I wanna save that ballpark too, you know?

My old man used to take me there every weekend.

There's nothing better than a Sunday double header

with your pops. [chuckles]

Well, I don't even really know what I'm looking at here,

but I think it says here that the ball was going

over a hundred miles an hour.

What's that?

The ball that killed Felix,

according to this coroner's report,

it looks like the skull fracture

was caused by a ball

that was over a hundred miles an hour.

Wow.

I didn't think Rambo had that kind of speed in him.

Yeah, no shit, Benny. No shit.

[machine rattling]

Ah, shise.

Come on, Rambo, you Cold War relic.

You can do better than that.

Concentrate, concentrate!

Let 'er rip!

- [Russ] Hey. - Oh!

Benny said you wanted to talk.

Yeah, hi, Russ.

Quick question.

Is there anyone on either team

that can throw over a hundred?

Nah, anyone throws that fast, they're not doing it here.

That's a ticket to the show.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Why you wanna know?

It's just the coroner, you know,

he had mentioned that the fastball

that killed Felix, uh,

well, it was going over a hundred at least.

And, uh, well, we all know that Rambo here can't do that,

and, and you can't either, so...

Thanks a lot.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

It's just, you know, the other day

you had said that you lost your fastball

and you hadn't been able to throw over 90 for years now.

So, uh, you weren't lying.

I don't know. I mean, all things considered,

I figured you were the guy to ask.

Uh, thinking to myself,

I mean, what am I overlooking, you know?

Look, I gotta go home and get some shuteye, alright?

I'm pitching my last game tomorrow.

Hey, how about after the game,

I buy you a round,

celebrate your victory, huh?

I'd like that.

I'm not counting on it, but I'd like it.

Never say die.

This is the end of the road for me.

Like you said, my fastball's gone

and it's not comin' back.

Bullshit.

I wish it was, Charlie.

I wish it was.

[chuckles]

- [crowd cheers] - [* cheery organ music playing]

I don't have to remind any of you

that this is Russ's last game.

It's probably our team's last game in this great park.

So let's go out there and stop this losing streak!

- [team claps] - [player] Yeah, yeah.

[Skip] Let's win for Russ.

Yeah! Let's fucking go, Rocket!

For Felix.

- For the Lubinski family. - [player] Yeah, that's right!

And for these fans

who have suffered with us for all these goddamn years.

- Yeah, right! - Yeah!

[Skip] And while we're at it,

let's win one for

good old-fashioned monogamy.

Whoo!

Yeah!

- [exhales] - [Charlie] Hey, so what was it?

- What was what? - Well, you know,

what cleared your head and got you that, uh,

your fastball back?

[Russ] What?

Well, uh, the other night at the pub, you know,

you said that you lost your fastball and it was the truth.

But then last night, you said

the same thing, and it was a lie.

So sometime in between, something happened

that fixed that mental block and got you your fastball back.

- What was it? - [Russ chuckles]

Charlie, no offense,

but you sound batshit crazy right now.

Well, cards on the table,

I know that you guys have been throwing

these last few games, and I also know

that you spiked Felix's gum.

Your buddy Carl admitted it.

Jesus, Carl.

Gotta say I didn't think you were involved.

Nah, 'cause, you know, you didn't play

during those last five losses that scored you

the big payout, and also 'cause I liked you.

But then, then I put it together.

You were supposed to start that last game, not Felix.

That's why the guys were trying to get him out

and get you in.

Alright, fine.

We threw those last few games. So what?

Have you seen our record?

We were going to lose anyway.

Gosh, cashing in on your own failure.

That's where you ended up.

So you're born with this one-in-a-million gift.

And then, what?

You throw it all away like a total fucking loser.

[ball clinks]

Aha.

I see.

So that's what Felix told you the night you murdered him,

and that's what got you

your 100-mile-per-hour fastball back.

Hearing the truth.

I'm about to go prove

in front of a stadium full of people

that I'm all washed up with nothing left in this arm,

so you got nothing, ball girl.

Why don't you go sit your nosy ass down

and enjoy our final loss?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, before I forget, there's this, uh,

a big league scout in the stands.

[laughs] Bullshit. Pathetic.

Alright, alright alright...

Why would a scout be at a Cheesemongers game?

Skip said something about an open roster slot

and needing some bullpen heat

there in the show, whatever that means.

Anyway, I probably shouldn't have said anything.

I don't wanna get in your head.

[* ominous music playing]

[announcer] [on loudspeaker]: Your starting pitcher...

[voice echoing]

[announcer] For the very last time...

our hometown hero...

[crowd cheering]

"Rocket" Russ Waddell!

[* organ playing cheery tune]

[cheering continues]

[announcer] "Rocket" Russ Waddell readies

for his first pitch.

The entire ballpark is on the edge of their seats

hoping for one more flash of that classic Rocket heat.

[crowd cheering]

[* ominous music playing]

Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter!

[crowd cheers]

[Charlie] Alright, everybody up, let's go!

- Rocket! - [crowd] Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

[crowd fades] Rocket! Rocket!

♪

- [ball thwacks] - Strike!

Oh!

[crowd cheering]

Go, go, go, go!

Yeah!

I want all exits guarded.

Ball girl was right.

Our suspect is "Rocket" Russell Waddell.

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪

Show 'em what you got, kid.

[crowd] Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

Rocket! Rocket!

[* "Glory Days" resumes}

♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Come on ♪ - [ball thwacks]

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ Huh! ♪

♪ I had a friend was a big baseball player ♪

♪ Back in high school ♪

♪ He could throw that speedball by you ♪

♪ Make you look like a fool, boy ♪

♪ Saw him the other night at this roadside bar ♪

♪ I was walking in, he was walking out ♪

♪ We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks ♪

♪ But all he kept talking about was ♪

♪ Glory days ♪

♪ Well, they'll pass you by, glory days ♪

♪ In the wink of a young girl's eye, glory days ♪

♪ Glory days ♪

♪ Alright ♪

♪ Well, there's a girl that lives up the block... ♪