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And we're into the bottom of the ninth inning in this. Two -time, there is a
runner on third base.
And Riley is facing a very tense situation.
Riley looks very nervous.
And he points to Patrick.
Got to check that third.
Come on, Riley.
Ports that in here.
Gets him out.
Goals are that much closer than the playoffs.
There's the signal.
Ladder steps in.
Remember,
runner on third, two -two tie, bottom of the ninth.
Here comes the pitch.
Why can't they win?
Tired look.
Want to place any bets?
Luck's on the holiday, Lou.
Hey.
Coach.
You got to find out who's in you. You can't finish.
Head case.
He's throwing the games. You got to find out why.
It's a choke city. It's psychological. No mystery.
No. He's good enough to be in the majors.
Throws no hitters into the ninth inning. Then he starts giving away pitches like
it's Christmas morning.
It's a meltdown.
Can't handle the pressure.
He's got to handle it. He's the only shot we got at the playoffs.
Hey, pitcher!
Riley Jones!
Hey, Riley!
Forget it. He's a bum.
Hey Doc, what's going on?
Nothing. Be off, be gone.
Let me just know what's transpiring.
I told you already, this is entirely nothing.
Nothing. Sure.
You know, when you say nothing like that, I know it's something.
Lewis, can you cover some of my action?
Yeah, sure.
I'll see you, Bernie.
I got a feeling.
He's got a feeling.
Hi. Rainbow trout?
Haven't tasted that in a long while.
Rolled in cornmeal. It's delicious.
You haven't liked me yet.
A glass of cider, too, please.
No.
Hi. No.
What? I don't have any work for you.
You know this guy?
Yeah. He's a ballplayer. Why? Does he ever meet anybody in here?
If I answer questions, am I on the case?
I don't need you.
I know him. I could get close to him. Why?
Why do you always hit on me when I come in here?
If I need you, I'll call.
I might not be home.
I always cut you in on anything big.
Always. Get out of my face. I got nothing.
So, what's your game in the picture for?
Coach Closet Control Games?
I'd like to know.
What?
What?
You ever had anybody chew on your retina?
Hey, Bernie.
Hey, Lou.
Hey.
Hey, it's Riley Jones.
You are the best picture, man.
Thanks. This is my son, Ray.
Riley, good to meet you. Got one of the best bath balls I've ever seen.
Miss.
Good to meet you.
So you're a ball player, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, I've broken every window within a four -mile radius of the house.
Maybe you could find use for those.
Good seats.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Thanks. We'll be there. Stupid son of a bitch.
Who is that?
Looking for somebody again?
Yeah. Who's Wiley?
Poor.
You on top of this one, Bert?
You know what fastball was fucking 95 miles an hour?
Where's she from?
Um, Montreal.
Moose Jaw.
Moose Jaw, huh?
It says Montreal in the program.
He reads the Moose Jaw paper every day.
You're welcome.
want somebody to clean wastebaskets. I can get another job that pays lousy and
gets no respect.
I don't need two people to tail one guy.
Fact is, I don't think I've got enough work to keep you busy.
I'm not in the market for busy work. I was under the impression that we were
partners, associates, collaborators.
Okay, partner.
Want to give me a little room every now and then?
Fine. You do it your way, I'll do it my way.
He keeps looking for someone.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
Pimmons. What are the odds?
Fifteen to one.
Fifteen to one.
Want some?
Yeah, peanuts, thanks.
Hey, Len Reilly.
I knew I could count on you.
Can I count on you?
This is work. You're not just doing me a favor.
What is this, PMS tonight at the ballpark?
Don't have a golf gun.
Hey, Len, the usual. Don't get too close.
Okay, do it your way.
Come on, roll.
Hiya. Thanks for coming out.
Good game.
Sorry you choked.
Well,
I'll see you.
Hey, Bernie.
I think Raleigh's on us. If you try and prove him crooked, that's a rotten thing
to do.
Ray, I'm not a judge. I'm a detective.
It's a living.
You're following me.
No. No, no, no.
Yes, you are. You're following me.
No, I was waiting for you and you didn't come out, so I... So what? Why are you
after me?
Uh... Why do you think?
Okay, okay.
I work for a private detective.
You found me.
Now what are you gonna do?
Guess I'll tell the coach that you're a head case and that's all.
The coach hired you?
Yeah. So you think I'm throwing the games, is that it?
Yeah, something.
What did you think I was after?
Actually, I thought my ex -wife had hired you. I'm buying on my alimony
and she's been looking everywhere.
Well, that's none of my business.
So the coach thinks I'm throwing the games, huh?
What do you think?
And think that you seem like an honest man.
Now I'm following you.
Hi.
Gee, I didn't expect to see you. You've got a game today, don't you? No,
tomorrow, a road game.
I've got a bus to catch in a couple of minutes.
Must be tough being on the road all the time.
I kind of like the change of scenery.
She loved the game. Yeah.
You know what it is that I love?
When I'm up on the mound, everything just slows down a little, and just for a
split second, I feel like I'm the one who's in control.
You know what I mean?
Hmm.
Hmm.
Did your family ever get to see you play?
No.
Not real baseball fans, I guess.
Anyway, I came by to give you these tickets for you and the kids for the
home game.
Thanks. We really had a good time. You win the next one, you're in the
right? Mm -hmm. Those are good seats.
We'll be there.
Good.
All right. Not so long.
Bye. Good luck.
Thanks.
So? Hey, man, what's up?
Got any pics today?
Just my nose in between my toes.
Where's your report?
Riley missed playing to Winnipeg.
I haven't typed it up yet. Why didn't he show?
That's a good question. Coach asked the same one. He figured since he paid us to
shadow the guy, we'd know.
I'm surprised.
I'll always appreciate a tip if you hear anything. Right.
You followed him from the game to his apartment.
Any unusual behavior?
No, nothing unusual.
Mama, bad news for breakfast.
Wait.
What? What's the matter?
I spotted this guy at the game. Then again here at the cafe while he was
Riley. So I followed him to the cop shop. He's a fuzz from out of town.
Hey. Hey.
What do you know?
Why don't you cut his hair?
Maybe Riley's hiding something, something from his past.
Oh, no kidding.
Uncanny. What do you got, gypsy blood?
I'm just reading tea leaves.
Spooky. Madame Sullivan sees the future. We have different methods. I'm
intuitive, all right? Sue me.
Getting a shine across.
It could be something simple.
What did the tea leaves say?
Well, maybe he's hiding from an ex -wife that he owes alimony to. He's never
been married, and the only thing that Riley Jones did in Moose Jaw was die at
the age of three. Just the facts matter.
Where are you going?
Bus station. Riley was in today. He missed the plane. He's taking a bus. A
What's it running on? Ben's a dream? The game is being played in Winnipeg.
Well, it's complicated. I'll explain.
I caught you. I told you not to get too close.
You told me. All right. You happy? You were right.
I was right? Oh, no, it couldn't be. What, no mojo, no tea leaves, no fortune
cookies? From now on, this is my case. You stay here.
No way! I'm coming!
So you are going to turn me in, huh? Well, we might, but we just can't figure
out why.
We know you're not throwing games for the bookies.
So our official report is going to say loony tune.
You know, constriction of the choke chop, psychological problem. Quit
me!
We know the real Riley Jones died at the age of three. You took his name. Why?
I needed a name. He wasn't using it, was he?
Did you know there's an out -of -town cop been following you the past three or
four days?
What for?
Well, I'm not sure, but my guess is he's going to put a pincher on you as soon
as he clears the jurisdictional tape.
You're running, Riley.
Is that your style?
I'm on the run.
I skipped a joint two years ago.
So it happened after I pitched a really bad game.
Went out for a couple of drinks by myself.
This guy starts up and he's making cracks about me. I was really touchy, so
let him have it.
The cops show up, and I went at it with them, and the next thing I know, I'm
being busted for assaulting a police officer.
They gave me six months on the farm. I thought I was going to go crazy.
So anyway, one day, I'm walking over the hill, and I just kept walking.
And you blow the games to avoid unnecessary publicity.
You ever consider anything a little more low profile?
Baseball's the only thing I can really do any good.
Besides that, it keeps me on the road moving around.
Let me ask you a question.
You think you could win the next home game if you were to play?
Yeah. It's a pretty easy lineup.
But I'm not going to play.
Put the golfs in the playoffs.
I'd get snagged for sure.
Yeah, but if you're going to go down for a bit, why not show the folks what you
really can do?
If you really can do it.
Lay off as much money as you can. Out of town.
Don't tip anybody.
Of course not.
Well, just don't.
We're now into the top of the ninth inning.
Big time fail. We're going to clean up.
Chill.
Chill out. Run his own pace.
You picked it, Doc.
He's got to finish.
He is going to finish. Right, Doc?
Told you, Bernie. I told you. Yeah, yeah.
Something's up.
He's nervous. He's seen someone. This is the make -up game. A game that was
rained out earlier in the season, and wouldn't you know it, win this game and
the Vanderbilt Red Bulls are in the playoffs.
Cops! Who knows what's here? Who knows that this is what it's all about? Cops
are here. They're all playing what every man wants.
They are by the dugout.
Do the rest.
Don't bust him till the end of the inning.
He's rattled.
Two strikes on the batter.
Win and it goes in the playoff. Lose and it's wait until next year. Not many
times do you hear that in sport.
great finish, Riley. If you keep pitching like that, you're going to make
show. Now, you take it easy in there tonight, and you'll be out in no time
the big one.
Hey, Riley.
Got the lawyer's cover.
Thanks a lot. I appreciate that.
Good game, huh?
Great.
You were beautiful.
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