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A perfect punt down the third baseline and the bases are loaded. You know,

Shakespeare couldn't have written a more exciting ending, my friends.

The last inning of the last game of the World Series, Boston trailing 4 -3.

The Sox need two runs to win their first World Championships since 1918.

Nobody out. And at bat, the splendid splinter, Ted Williams.

The crowd at Fenway is delirious. And what a year the splinter's had. American

League most valuable player. And now, now he digs into the plate, knocks the

dirt off his cleats.

He's a steady and poised power.

This year, hit .342 with 38 home runs and 123 RBIs.

The runners take their leads, and Williams waits, bat ready.

The pitcher leans in, looks for a sign from the catcher.

He's got his sign, and Williams scans the field like a soldier going into

battle. The hopes and dreams of an entire city rest in his slender

There's the wind -up.

He throws.

And Williams smashes a line drive towards left center. The runners go.

The crowd is going absolutely crazy.

Oh, my. Jones makes an impossible catch. One out.

He scrambles to his feet.

And doubles the runner on second. Two outs.

And now he's changing the runners, scrambling to get back to first.

He died.

He takes three outs. An unassisted triple play.

Unbelievable.

The fans are stunned.

The series is finished.

The Red Sox dreams are crushed by what might be the plague of the century.

Jonesboro's being mobbed by his teammates.

He and his golden glove have done it again. You know, all season long, people

have said that glove had to be magic, and, well, maybe it is. I mean, how else

can you explain that catch? It was nothing short of a miracle.

In the stands, the Red Sox faithful still can't believe their eyes.

Someone stole my glove. Someone grabbed my glove.

There. is a black day for Beantown.

I don't care who took it. I just want it back.

I'll pay $5 ,000, no questions asked.

This glove means everything to me.

You followed me.

I always liked the way you looked from behind.

You never looked good from any angle.

I was delirious.

You let yourself go, Reiner.

Well, it looks like you're the catcher of the day.

Not around here.

They're vegetarians.

Let's get the dagger first.

Okay, enough with the evil eye, guys.

How about helping me with my hand?

going to find a baseball glove?

That's our hunt.

Frank Newhouse, that's him.

What's he doing? Can I have an autograph too? Sure. Do you have a piece of

paper?

All right, I can see how baseball might have something over cricket.

Look, I need your help.

Give me one reason.

Well, because you find lost relics, and because I just donated a huge

chunk of change to the University Foundation.

So President Morris has told me. Seven figures.

If I make the All -Star team.

Six figures if I don't.

Now... Jonesboro's glove was stolen over 50 years ago. It's never been found.

It's a... Spalding A200. Jimmy bought it at a garage sale for a buck.

Anyway, before the glove, he was nothing.

The seasons that he had it, he won the Golden Glove five years in a row.

After it was stolen, his career crashed and burned.

Like your career's starting to.

I'm a little off.

Frank, you've got the worst fielding average in the majors.

And you hit 247 last year. Just find the glove, okay?

That white zombie video?

You rocked. Claudia.

It's my first acting gig.

Whose idea was the type?

The director's.

I was a little bit embarrassed, but... About what?

Goodbye, Claudia.

Where would we be without our fans, huh?

I don't perform.

You don't make seven million dollars.

Do you know what Jimmy Jonesboro made his best year?

Do you?

Fifteen grand.

You know what else?

Why don't you tell me?

He would have played for free.

You don't have a clue what baseball is really about.

Jimmy did.

That's the only reason why I'm going to look for his glove.

We need to do some research. We'll call you when we're through.

Right.

Does he really believe just wearing this glove is going to improve his skills?

Well, legend says it will.

Jimmy Jonesboro was one of the greatest players in baseball history until he

lost that glove.

Friday's the anniversary of the last game that Jimmy played with it.

Around this time of year, rumors fly to his whereabouts.

Must look like the Holy Grail to a guy whose career is going down the tubes.

So, uh... What's our first move?

We find Jimmy.

Nigel. This is the last address I could find for him.

His house is probably down here somewhere.

Keep it running.

Okay, lady.

Guys are pros, huh?

This is where Jimmy Jonesboro lives?

Very classy.

Well, see if you saw him.

I had nine RBIs.

How'd you know that?

Paid 200 bucks for your card.

It was me and Pee Wee Reese the year he came up.

The kid couldn't turn a double to save his life.

Me and Phil Rizzuto spent the winter in Havana working with him.

What can you tell us about the glove?

All -star game.

1950. First time on TV.

They figured it wouldn't catch on.

Photographer snapped that just after my glove was pinched.

Yeah.

That's where the memories end.

Mind if I borrow this?

No, why not?

Tired of looking at it anyway.

What was it like wearing it? I mean, did it feel special?

Like an electric current running up your arm.

Current? I have got to know how it works.

Yeah, it's important to you, isn't it?

Real important.

I just ran your picture through a digital scanner, popped it onto a high

screen, and voila.

Can you get tighter on Jonesboro?

Ugh, but it's with that haircut.

It's like so 1940 -something.

There, it goes right.

Go tighter on that kid.

He's got the glove.

And he's wearing a shirt from Pilgrims.

And the significance of that would be?

Pilgrims is a bar across from Fenway Park.

It was named after the original Boston team.

For a Red Sox fan, like Micah to a Muslim.

Well, it looks like Mecca could do the visit from the health department.

That kid.

Huh.

Excuse me.

Um, the picture of Ted Williams signing the ball, I know it's a long shot, but

the kid getting the autograph?

Tommy Weston.

Greatest Red Sox fan who ever lived.

Everyone in Boston knew him.

Knew?

Keeled over at the bar two years ago, last game of the season.

First time in 57 years he didn't help my dad and me close the place up. Sounds

like a loyal customer.

Employee. My dad took him off the streets, started working the bar for us.

Whenever there wasn't a game of course.

Ended up selling peanuts at Fenway.

Anything for his Red Sox.

I'm surprised he didn't sleep here.

Sometimes he did.

But usually stayed in the back room.

Haven't touched the place since Tommy died.

Probably should have turned it into a museum.

Tommy was a big fan.

Jermski's batting helmet?

One of Wade Boggs' bats?

Roger Clemens' hat.

How'd he get all this stuff?

Why is a better question.

Seems Tommy was a bit of a pack rat.

With a minor in Egyptology.

We read this my freshman year.

Interesting.

Tommy hung the stained glass glove so it would shine on a calendar of September

1946.

I wonder why.

Seems like a wild goose chase to me.

We could spend a year in here.

Barely scratched the surface.

Nigel, you all right?

If you consider lying in a Boston sewer all right, then yes.

Oh, good.

Well,

it isn't a sewer, is it?

My guess is that the remnant of the Revolutionary War tunnel used to

supplies during winter.

What was Tommy doing down here?

It's certainly big enough for someone to crawl through.

When the glove had its mojo gone, it glowed.

It was just like there was a fire burning inside it.

Amazing. But to get the magic flowing, you had to stand in a certain way.

Tai Chi position.

Tai Chi?

Yeah. It was taught to me by an old master.

I'd do it before every game.

Well, show me.

Come on.

I need this, man.

Please. Now stand up.

Some kind of locker room.

Not some kind.

The Red Sox locker room.

We're inside Fenway Park.

This is amazing.

Apparently you and I have quite conflicting definitions of the word

A bit more bend in the knees now. A bit more bend.

That's it. That's it. Now hold that position.

Now very slowly.

Start waving your arms. Up and down.

Up and down. Up and down. That's it. Now build up the speed now. Build up the

speed faster.

Get the speed.

That's it.

Now, clock like a chicken.

I am out of here, old man.

You're not giving up that easy, are you?

I thought you wanted to hear about the glove.

You know, I don't like being made a fool of, all right?

No, of course you don't.

I was just carried away.

People's skills get a little rusty living alone for so long.

The truth about the glove, Frank, is powerful.

But I guess you can handle it.

September 14th, Jimmy Jonesboro steals series in ninth.

The curse of the Bambino strikes again.

Curse of the Bambino?

Babe Ruth's nickname.

From 1903 to 1918, the Red Sox won the series five times.

They traded Ruth to the Yankees and haven't won it since.

81 years.

Tommy thought Jimmy Jonesborough's glove might help him?

He buried it under Fenway Park so the mystical vibrations would seep up

the field.

It's possible Tommy was a few innings short of a complete game, isn't it?

What's that?

I'm not sure. It looks like a coat of some kind.

Do you make any sense of it?

The first one's JJ914414.

September 14th, 4 .14 p .m. is the time and date of Jimmy Jonesborough's triple

play that killed the Sox.

Tomorrow's the 14th.

What about the rest of them?

I'm not sure.

But I think we should try and figure out before 4 .14 tomorrow afternoon.

I said we go back to the hotel so I can make some sense of it.

Eat room 1210 and 1212, please. Bailey and Fox.

Would you be requested the sleep mask and earplugs?

Oh, I'm sure that's a good look.

Good God.

Is that you, Nigel?

Tony.

Anthony Cadwalader. What are you doing here?

I'm in town on business.

What about you, Professor?

Conjuring up a new lesson plan for your students.

Um... Excuse me, Professor?

I'm sorry. I have to go and I... Dinner tonight. We'll catch up. I couldn't.

Eight o 'clock. The dining room. Be there.

I'm still waiting, Professor.

It's not much of a lie.

It's more of an embellishment, actually.

How do you figure? Well, I mean, I'm sure I'll be a professor.

Eventually.

Sidney. He bought Amazon .com at seven. He sits first row at Oasis concerts with

Tony Blair. The two fat ladies kidded his birthday party. When I left England,

couldn't bear telling him I was just a teaching assistant.

All right.

I think this is no harm done.

There's one more, um, small thing about the teaching assistant.

You didn't. It was foolish.

Stupid. Childish. Immature.

Keep going. I'll let you know when you're through. If Tony finds out I was

lying, I'll never hear the end of it. Please.

Just for tonight.

You didn't.

I bloody well did.

How about a cigar night?

Have your girl fetch us something.

They're a problem.

Sydney, uh... Beer sport and, uh... Fetch us the Davidoff. And two

more cognacs.

She's a good girl.

First rate.

I don't know where I'd be without her.

Well, if the evening's amusements have concluded, I think I'll call a

and see the good professor to his room.

Sidney. It is Sidney, right?

Just because Nigel is wound down doesn't mean we have to.

Oh, hand me that ashtray, would you?

Oh, ah, bad flicking reflex. So sorry.

Give me some water.

Right.

If you're going to get smashed, the least you can do is remember where you

your hotel keys.

I don't even like cigars.

They make me nauseous.

You owe me big.

Oh, God.

Nigel?

Ugh!

Nigel.

What are we feeling today?

Awful. I mean, terrible.

Last night, I don't remember anything past the salad.

Nothing past the salad?

It's no excuse, I know.

I respect you as a person and as a woman.

What I mean to say by that is, well, I... Nigel, someone broke in last night.

had a difference of opinions in the living room.

I thought I did that.

You did have quite the night.

Yes, well, um... What did they want?

McGuire's 70th home run ball went for nearly $3 million.

Imagine what smiling Jimmy Jonesborough's lost glove might be

We don't have the glove.

We will.

You broke the code?

How did you do it?

It was like stealing a bone from a blind dog.

Not that I'd ever do that.

But I did one.

In Burundi. I was starving.

Tommy was a Red Sox fanatic. That was the key.

His code's all about Red Sox players and their stats.

Now, the first entry after Jimmy Jonesborough is TW, RBI, 4 -2.

TW is Ted Williams.

RBI is runs batted in. 42 is 19 -42.

You know how many RBIs the splinter had in 1942?

You're joking, of course.

137.

Now, it looks like Tommy's put numbers on all the tunnel walls like signposts.

I say we find 137 and head down that tunnel.

I think you're onto something.

I hope so.

Nigel on the wall.

It's a quarter after one.

Only three hours left until the anniversary of the infamous Red Sox

What exactly do you expect to happen?

I'm not sure, but Tommy was obviously big on numbers and codes.

I'd say we try to make as much progress as we can in the next three hours.

Okay, the next entry is RCERA 86.

Roger Clemens, ERA in 86.

Start looking for 248.

I heard something.

I didn't hear anything. I definitely think I heard something.

It's probably just rats.

They must be very large rats.

The next number we're looking for is 36.

Number of home runs Tony Conigliaro hit in 1970.

I'm hearing rats again.

Oh, Nigel, give it a rat.

Yeah?

Yeah.

And again, so will we.

Damn it, Sidney, I'm lost!

I warned you.

What the hell's this book?

How much is it worth?

About $2 .99 a day, Yvonne. Less 15 cents if you've got a club card.

It leads to something else, yeah?

Nine? You're hiding something.

Sidney, I don't know what the bloody hell is going on down here, but if we

find that baseball glove soon... You're looking for a baseball

glove? Yes, we are, Reiner. If it strikes you as so odd, what are you

here?

Well, I plan to trade whatever you are after for my dagger.

I don't have your dagger, Reiner. You've got mine.

The two are a pair.

Worth a fortune together.

The diary for the dagger.

I don't think you're in much of a position to bargain here.

See, you need me.

I need you.

I need you like another dose of yellow fever.

Yellow, perfect color for a coward.

That's not what he called me in Kathmandu. Would you forget about

What happened in Kathmandu? Nothing happened in Kathmandu.

You can't find your way back out of here without me to translate that diary.

And you can't translate a damn thing if I've got the diary.

She's got a point.

So does he.

I'm sure we could reach a fair trade. We're all... Reasonable people.

You know what?

You're right, Nigel.

We should work together.

For old time's sake.

That's my girl.

I'm not your girl.

Drop the gun. That's an excellent idea.

I don't know what it is that fascinates people about guns.

You're so...

dangerous too anyone can shoot a gun even an idiot hair

trigger or is it itchy finger i always get this too confused for god's sake

sydney you're gonna kill someone see that's a problem with guns they kill

then just put it down i think i want an apology first apology for what for

sticking me with that dinner bill in kathmandu French champagne, Russian

Indonesian lobster.

You know how much that stuff costs?

It's out of bullets anyway.

Come on, we've got work to do.

According to the diary, this is where Tommy put the glove.

Fine, but where?

Nigel, remember that book in Tommy's room, Protecting the King's Tomb?

Fantastic. We are not going to find anything standing out here.

We're not going to find anything with our heads missing

either. Right.

Thank you.

You found something?

I'm not sure.

There's a chapter in the tomb book that mentions refraction of light through

prism.

Maybe.

Suppose the sun is going to shine through the glass and show us where the

is hidden.

Well, it's a quarter to four.

We'll find out in a half an hour.

Sidney.

Come on, Sidney.

It is first.

Get that thing off me.

You knew this wasn't a book, didn't you?

It must have been out the week they assigned that chapter.

I don't want to play catch.

Oh, everyone wants to play catch.

Even professional baseball players.

I'll even throw left -handed.

I played catch with my dad every day of my life.

He loved the game.

He wanted me to love it as much as he did.

What did they have to do with the gloves?

Well, the thing of it was, he had all this passion. They had no talent. I

mean... Could have been better than I was.

I knew that, but I just didn't have what it took.

Wear a counter.

And after my dad died, I decided to retire.

Then I saw the glove.

In the garage sale.

And it was my dad's.

I started playing with it.

I don't know what it was.

But when I wore that glove...

I felt the love that he felt for the game.

Now, whether that was me wanting to give him something back or him give me

something through the glove, I don't know.

After the glove was stolen, I played for a little while longer, but it wasn't

the same.

Magic was gone.

It just wasn't there anymore.

It wasn't here anymore.

Damn, you throw hard, boy.

I guess this is where we see our Vita, then.

Not here.

You got the glove.

All I want is my dagger.

But it's not your dagger. It belongs to the villagers.

You sell the pair and split the money.

These are priceless artifacts, and you want to sell them.

Well, if I sell them, then they're not priceless, are they?

You still think all that money's going to make you happy?

I take my chances.

And I'll take that glove.

Tony!

Thank you, Professor.

So sorry about all this, Nigel, but got a nasty cash flow problem.

Dodgy investments, junk bonds, tax shelters, loan sharks.

When you mentioned this glove at dinner, I thought, well, hello, opportunity

knocking.

Wouldn't have had to go through with all this nonsense either if your girl here

didn't have such a good left -around house.

That was you in the hotel?

But all the money you've made. Lost a bundle playing backer after the Saudis.

Ruthless lot.

Money means absolutely nothing to them.

What are your deals?

Cocktail chatter, Norwich. You know.

Are you a liar and a fake?

It's what we'll have to do these days, Professor.

To keep up appearances.

I'm not a professor.

I'm a teaching assistant.

A teaching assistant.

Well, there you are, Norwich.

Birds of a feather.

Give my love to your mum when you speak to her.

You told him about the glove.

I don't remember anything.

Pass the salad.

Idiot.

The arm, which led to the pitching arm of the machine.

To get it to rotate forward, it would slacken the ropes.

No one, my dagger.

Idiot.

He must have caught a cab.

Buster, are you kidding? He's on foot. I'll check this way. You go that

direction. Right.

I'd say he's out by a mile.

Found it?

Yes.

But I can't do this.

This belongs to Jimmy.

Keep your money. The deal's off.

Now, hold on.

Frank needs this glove a lot more than I do.

He hired you to find it.

It's his.

It doesn't feel right.

You know, if it doesn't feel just right, it's not worth a damn.

What are you, uh... What are you going to do with it?

I don't know.

Play a little catch from time to time.

What are you doing tomorrow?

We need to talk about what went on that night.

In the hotel?

Between the two of us?

Yeah, it was the cognac, it was the cigars, it was... Well, it was madness,

wasn't it?

I... That's not who I am.

I pride myself on being able to control my instinctual urges, as all civilised

people must, otherwise the world would be in absolute chaos, wouldn't it?

People? rutting like animals.

Imagine what that might be like. Exactly.

I'm so glad you understand.

Completely. So we could just forget about the whole thing.

It'll be our little secret.

Never mentioned again.

Thank you so much, Sydney.

No, Nigel.

Thank you.