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Theorizing that one could time travel
within his own lifetime,

Dr. Sam Beckett stepped
into the Quantum Leap accelerator...

and vanished.

He awoke to find himself
trapped in the past,

facing mirror images
that were not his own...

and driven by an unknown force
to change history for the better.

His only guide on this journey is Al,
an observer from his own time,

who appears in the form of a hologram
that only Sam can see and hear.

And so, Dr. Beckett finds himself
leaping from life to life,

striving to put right
what once went wrong...

and hoping each time
that his next leap...

will be the leap home.

Hmm.

Hi, Doc. Guess you're kinda
surprised to see me here, huh?

- Yeah, kinda.
- I figured that it was about time,

well, that you and I...

- Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?
- Relax. Relax.

Nobody even knows I'm here.
I drove my car up.

- There's no way we can get caught.
- Hey, Doc...

- Oh, Billy!
- Oh, boy.

Ooh, howdy! It's a hot one
out here today. I'll tell you that much.

Feels like the Good
Lord went on vacation,

and the devil opened a
subdivision, doesn't it?

I think you gotta say that the old
Mustangs played pretty well today,

- particularly given this game is...
- Well, what's it gonna be, Coach?

You got a batter?

Yeah, yeah, I got a batter.
No sweat. He's, uh... Hey.

- You ready to pinch-hit now?
- Me?

- Yeah. Come on.
- I guess so.

Last chance for the Mustangs.

Good. Why don't you just
get your butt up there and do it, huh?

- Go on, boy.
- All right. Okay.

Looks like he's gonna be
pinch-hittin' for him.

Well, that's gonna be
a big problem, I'll tell ya,

because the Mustangs
got more injuries...

than Wichita Falls has got trailer parks
during tornado season.

- Well?
- They are getting devastated.

Yeah, okay.

Well, there's a surprise
for you right there.

That shows you how desperate they are.
Looks like Doc Fuller's comin' up.

- Hey, Doc, you forgot your bat.
- Hmm?

I say, that Doc's a good
boy, but he's a pitcher,

and he ain't much
of a hitter at all.

Leaping around in time has taught me
to always be aware,

to never let my guard down and...
no matter what...

keep myself focused
on the moment.

- And whoa! Look out there!
- Ball one.

He quick-pitched him. That Tornado
pitcher, he quick-pitched Doc.

Well, he's gonna have to finally
wash that uniform, looks like.

Swung on! Oh, that...

that ball maybe is gonna split the
gap out there in right center field.

He's on his way to second base!
He's headed for third base!

Here comes the relay throw-in.
He's... He's...

- You're out!
- He's outta there!

I thought you were gonna
make it there for a second.

Where'd you learn
to slide like that anyway?

I saw Pete Rose try it once.
Who?

Pete... Ah, never mind.

I've never seen anything
like this in my life.

Hold tight. Here it comes.

Two outs in the ninth,
tryin' to steal a triple!

Who the hell do you think you are...
Maury Wills or somethin'?

Guess I should've
stayed at second, huh?

Stayed?
Should've knelt down and prayed!

He was tryin' to win the game.

You keep your big mouth shut.

Now, I suggest you boys change.
Bus leaves in 20 minutes.

Geez! I can't believe this!

What a life, huh?
Sixty bucks a week and that jerk.

Ah, he's just tryin' to do his job.

His job? He wouldn't have a job
if it wasn't for us.

Why don't you just stick your
head into the strike zone

and save us all
a lot of trouble?

Hey, fella! Why don't you
just use a gun next time?

Why don't you shut your mouth?

Why don't you shut it for me?

Hey, hey, wait a second.

- Wa-Wa-Wait!
- You watch your mouth, mister!

How many times do we
have to go through this, boys?

I told ya... You can't bring
the guitars on the bus.

Oh.

- There's no room. You understand?
- Ah, rock and roll.

No, no, no.
Read my lips.

"El no roomo" on the "el busso"
for the "guitarros."

- Ah. Ah.
- ¿Comprendo?

- Ah, sí.
- Oh, I give up. Go on.

Hello, Doc.

What's this?

You know the rules.
The one who screws up babysits Milo.

And you did, so you do.

Not another pig. No, no.

Look, Coach, uh,
we're the Mustangs, right?

I mean,
why do we have a pig for a mascot?

I can't afford a uniform that fits.

I'm gonna buy a horse?
Come on.

Yeah, I hope you've done
your business.

I saw you pitch with Chicago once.

Threw a two-hit shutout.
You... You remember?

Yeah, it's kinda hard to forget
something like that.

Yeah. I was just a kid.

My father took me. He's a...
Oh, he's a big Cubs fan.

You, uh... You want a blast?

No, thanks.

You really think you should
be drinkin' like that? Come on.

I need somethin' to get me
through these six-hour hell rides.

I hate buses.

So bush league.

I bet they travel first-class
in the show, huh?

Show?

Oh, I... I didn't mean to bring up
any bad memories.

It's just that you're
the first person

that I ever actually knew
that played in the majors.

Oh, yeah.

My father almost made it.

He's the one that
taught me how to pitch.

I guess that's why it's so important
that I do good in this play-off game.

Well, I'm sure you'll do great.

- You think so?
- Yeah, sure.

I mean, most guys'd be killin'
to get a shot like this.

They wouldn't give you a start
if you didn't deserve it, right?

What?

Well, nothin'.

Just that you kinda
remind me of my father.

He come to the games?

- Who?
- Your father.

Well, he travels a lot.

Besides, I don't think I'd
want him comin' down here

to see me play with this bunch.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Hey, do you mind?
This is a private conversation.

You think you're
pretty hot, don't you?

Yeah, well, compared to you,
I'm a forest fire.

What about it, Doc? You think old motor
mouth here is ready for the big leagues?

- It's kinda hard to say.
- If B.S. is what it takes,

I'd say you're a cinch
for the Hall of Fame.

Yeah? Well, if a boy could spend ugly,
you'd be a rich man.

You know, I've just had
about enough of you, boy!

Yeah, come on, fat boy!

What's goin' on?
Hot dog here's runnin' at the mouth again!

- Hello, fatty! Come here, fat boy!
- Get over there!

Get over there! You, sit!

What the hell is this, huh?

Three days before the play-off game,
and you're drinkin' and fightin'?

What the hell's
the matter with you, son?

- I'm not your son.
- Let me tell you somethin'.

If I wasn't playin' with
such a short roster,

I would kick your butt
off this team right now.

No, you wouldn't.

You know why?

'Cause I'm the best pitcher
that you've got,

and your job is hangin' on
by a thread,

and because this is the closest that you've
come to the top of anything in your life.

Huh?

You talk to him, Doc.

I think we'd better have a talk.

- What's my name?
- Your name is Lester Fuller.

Why do they call me Doc?

Doc's just a nickname. Doc.

- Was he ever in the major leagues?
- Was he in the major leagues?

Yeah.

He was the dominant pitcher in
the game in his rookie season.

Twenty-game winner.
Then he quit.

Why?

Well, he was pitching in a double-header
in Detroit, and he hit a batter.

Yeah, he beaned him in the head.

And in those days, they didn't have
to wear helmets, and the guy died.

- He died?
- Yeah.

And Doc really lost it then.
He vanished,

and he reappeared a couple of years ago
in the Mexican League,

and now he's ended up here.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

According to Ziggy, 89% chance that you're
here to help Doc get back to the biggies.

I don't see how that's possible,
Al. I mean, you know...

Well, it better be possible,

or else you're gonna spend the rest of
your life holding the line to the swine.

How am I supposed to get
from here to the major leagues?

I don't know,
but we're workin' on it.

What happened to Doc
in the real history?

Uh, he hit the skids
and drank himself to death.

Seems to be an epidemic.

- Who's that?
- Name's Chucky Myerwich.

He's a pitcher.

He's also one of the angriest
people I've ever met.

But you like him.

Ah, I don't know
if I like him or not. I just...

He reminds me
of somebody, you know?

Why don't you have Ziggy
run a check on him?

Okay. In the meantime,
I think I'll go back...

and see if I can't find a
way to get you out of here.

That would be nice.

Hey, Doc! What do you wanna do...
hitchhike? Come on!

All right. All right.
All right. All right.

- Hurry up, would ya?
- Sure.

All right.

I think I'll have
a B.L.T. for lunch.

Practice in the morning, 8:00, sharp.

Boss wants to see you
in the office, Fuller.

- The boss?
- The owner of the team.

Oh, yeah, the owner.
The boss. Okay.

- I'll take the pig.
- Great.

Fuller, the office is that way.

That's right.

You've got to stop slidin'
head-first, son.

Billy, clean up this pig.
He's a mess.

Come in.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I was looking for the owner.

Oh, Doc, I just love it
when you tease me that way.

Coach said you wanted
to talk to me.

Mm-hmm. Come on in.
Sit down. Relax.

- How was your trip?
- Oh, it was, uh, long.

Those road trips can be brutal.

Well, how about a drink?

- Oh, no. No, thanks.
- No, I meant for me.

Yeah, sure. Sure.

- Heard the game on the radio.
- You did?

It's a good thing you're better
in bed than runnin' bases.

Well, it's gettin' a little hard to remember.
You know, I haven't seen you lately.

You didn't show up the last time.
What happened?

Well, I, uh... Here's your drink.
I, uh... I got a little busy, you know.

Sometimes...

I thought we had an
understandin', Doc.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm. I help you. You help me.

I... I really think that I should get
these elbows kind of looked at. Don't you?

I'm not gonna have
trouble with you, am I?

Mm, I don't think so.

Let me just explain
something to you.

See, Harlan Edwards may wear
the manager's uniform on this team,

but I run this team.

And in order to be successful on this team,
you have to be a team player.

You are a team player,
aren't you, Doc?

I try.

Hey, what'd the dragon lady want?

Oh, she just, uh, wanted to talk to me
about my... performance.

I thought she was onto us.

- Us?
- Hi, Doc.

I thought that she was
grillin' you about us.

- Mother doesn't like baseball players.
- Is that right?

Well, last thing I need, though,
is for her to get mad at me.

She's the one who makes the decisions
on who plays and who doesn't.

Oh, would you stop worryin'.
You are gonna start in that game.

And when that scout sees you,
you'll be bigger than Sandy Koufax.

Hey, we're going to get some burgers.
You wanna come?

No, thanks.
I'm gonna call it a night here.

Hey, Doc, maybe
you oughta go get a room.

Huh?

This ain't no way for
a big-leaguer to live.

After a night on Doc's cot,

I wondered how he was able to walk,
much less play baseball.

I was also wondering how
I was going to fool anyone

into believing I was a
major league pitcher.

Yeah, there is something magical
about a baseball diamond.

Yeah, no matter how old you get,
it still makes you feel like a kid.

What are you wearing?
What is this?

Oh, I dug up my old uniform.
What do you think? Nice, huh?

- You played for Navy?
- Starting pitcher.

Get outta here.

I had the lowest earned
run average in the league.

Is there anything
you haven't done?

No.

No, wait. There's these twins
at the fitness center.

- All right. I'm sorry I asked.
- Ooh...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I asked. Did you
find out how to get me out of here yet?

Well, apparently Doc took a one-run lead
in the ninth inning in the play-off game,

but then he hurt his arm
and gave up a two-run homer.

But we still don't know
why this game is so important.

- The scout.
- Huh?

The scout.

The so... Oh, the scout.
The scout. What about the scout?

There's supposed to be a scout at the
game tomorrow... a major league scout.

Chucky's all hyped up about this being
his big chance to get into the majors.

Yeah, but no... On the original game,
Doc got the start, not Chucky.

Yeah, well, uh,

I'm not sure that Doc got the start
because of his pitching abilities.

Meaning?

- I think he slept his way in.
- Hey, Bull, get your butt out here!

- How's the arm, Doc?
- It's good.

Good boy.

All right, boys, back to work!

This could be messier than I thought.

What? Oh, no, no.
Not with him.

- Oh, no?
- With the owner.

- The owner?
- The female owner.

- Oh, the female owner.
- Yes.

Oh, okay.
Well, then, that's perfect.

Yeah, you sleep with her.
Uh, you get into the game...

No. No.

You change the outcome,
and then you leap out.

I don't want to sleep with her.
She gives me the creeps.

Well, I don't think
you have much choice.

Look, if she gives you the creeps,
just... take a couple of aspirin first.

Well, if you don't get in the
game, you can't leap out of here.

You sure?

- Yeah, it's right here in yellow and pink.
- All right.

- Green and blue and orange and purple...
- All right. All right.

Let's just say that I... do it.

We still got a big problem.
I don't know how to pitch.

You can't hold it like that.
It's hand pitching.

- What's wrong with holding it like this?
- Because...

It's fine if that was a hand grenade,
but it's a baseball.

You gotta treat it like a woman.

Why does everything always
come down to being a woman?

Just go with me on
this, will ya?

You gotta treat the baseball
like you love it.

Caress it...
just with two fingers.

Over the top, like that.

Right leg's your power leg.
You come over the top,

bring your hand down
into your glove.

Just two fingers. Want...
Make it simple. Aim for the target.

The worst analogy I've ever heard.
This is not gonna work!

You wanna stay here forever?

Like a woman.

Over the top.

It worked.

Of course it worked.
You ever doubt me?

Well, no, I didn't doubt you.
It's just...

- You doubted me.
- I didn't doubt you.

You did too.

Wow.

You're lucky I didn't
throw you my fastball.

- I know what you're thinking.
- Okay, everybody in the showers.

- You don't know what I'm thinking.
- Yes, I do know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "How can I do that
to this kid? He's got all the talent."

- Well, trust me. It isn't gonna matter.
- What are you talking about?

That is what I'm talking about.

He gets caught doin' the
bingo-bango-bongo with Lolita there,

gets kicked off the team and never
makes it back into organized ball.

It's gonna kill his father.

Well,
that's gonna be hard to do.

The father deserted the family
when he was five years old.

No, no, that can't be right.
He told me his father played baseball.

Well, when you make somebody up,

you can make 'em up to be
whatever you want 'em to be.

I wonder what would happen
if they didn't get caught.

- What does Ziggy say about that?
- Don't you have enough to worry about?

Hey, Doc! Doc! Old Lady Twilly
wants to see you in her office.

Now I do.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

I've just been goin' over
your press clippings.

You've had a very
interestin' life.

You don't know the half of it.

I suppose so. Looks to me like
you lost interest in the game for a while.

Yeah, well,
I had some things to work out.

Mm.

Well, it must be very difficult
carryin' around that kind of guilt.

I don't know why in the world you'd
wanna put yourself in for it again.

Well, I just... I'm looking at this as
a way to bring everything full circle...

and then... move on.

Well, maybe I can help you.

Now, I'll bet I can
show you a few tricks

you've never even dreamed
of if you'd let me.

I don't know... about that.

Who-Who-Who is this?
Is this your husband?

- Yes.
- Where is he?

He died of a heart attack.

Oh. I'm-I'm sorry to hear that.
He looks like a very fine man.

He used to dress up in my underwear
and pretend he was Judy Garland.

- Do you hear that?
- What?

Oh, boy. That's Milo.

- What?
- I forgot to feed Milo!

You know, there's gonna be a major league
scout at that game tomorrow.

It occurs to me that a person...
say, a pitcher maybe...

could benefit greatly
from exposure like that.

What do you want from me?

Well, I am givin' a little dinner party
at my house tomorrow night.

Uh, how little?

Countin' you and me? Two.

Well, it is a chance for you
to close that circle up and move on.

What time?

Looks like I just got myself
a startin' pitcher!

8:30.

Whoa, whoa! Slow down there.

Doc's starting in the play-off game!

What? Oh, really? Chucky ain't pitchin'?

I know you feel bad about it, but
you've gotta remember why you're here.

Have you found out
anything about his father?

Yeah, he... No, nothing.

What's that?

- That?
- Yeah.

Oh, that... that's...
It's the hand link.

It's been acting up lately.

Gotta be some way
to find out about him. I...

Oh, yeah, but we just
haven't had any luck yet.

- What's goin' on, Al?
- Huh? Nothing.

You found him, didn't you?

Huh? Thanks a lot.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I was trying to protect you.

- From who?
- From you.

- Me?
- Yeah. I know you.

You're... You're terminally good.
If it was up to you, you'd save everybody.

But I just think you're getting
hung up in the wrong problem here.

Okay, look, I appreciate
your concern on this, all right?

But you gotta give
me a break here.

I promise you, if it doesn't work
out, I'll forget about it.

Now, please, what
have you got on his father?

He changed his name.

Thank you.

You were at the game
the other day, weren't you?

- So?
- Yeah, I thought I saw you.

You must be quite a fan of the Mustangs.
I mean, that's a long drive.

You come all the way out here
to talk about baseball?

No, I came out here
to talk to you about your son.

Now, I know this can't
be easy for you,

but don't you think that Chucky
deserves to know the truth?

- You think you know what that is?
- You tellin' me you're not his father?

Look, Mr. Monroe, I know
it's none of my business...

You're right about that.

Believe me, I wouldn't be out here
unless I felt it was necessary.

But there's a confused kid
out there... your son...

and he is so full of anger
and-and-and guilt...

that he's ruining his life.

And I think that...
you're the reason.

Or at least that
you're part of the reason.

What's your father do
for a living, Mr. Fuller?

My father was...
My father's a farmer.

Mine was a tool maker.

Came to this country in 1914.
Made a decent living.

Then the Depression came,
factories closed.

He lost his job,
and we lost our home.

I came in one day,
found him lying on the floor.

He'd put a gun in his mouth.

I always thought
I'd have the same courage.

Are you tellin' me that you left...

you left your family
because you didn't have a job?

A man ain't nothin' if he
can't take care of his family.

You should at least tell Chucky that.

I mean, you owe him that much.
You owe him the truth.

The truth?
Look around, Mr. Fuller.

The truth is I got no more today to
give that boy than I did the day I left.

Did you ever want to even know him?

I know him.

This is a bunch of pictures,
newspaper articles.

You don't know him.

Your son needs you, Mr. Monroe.

- It's too late.
- No, it's not too late.

- You oughta go now.
- No, if you'd just give me a chance...

You oughta go now!

I think Chucky's
the real loser here.

How's that?

Well, I mean you...

You've got this.

What the hell does he have?

So he still won't see Chucky?

He says it's too late.

Well, you're just gonna
have to tell the kid yourself.

I can't do that. I mean, if I tell him
and his father rejects him again...

I came here to fix things, right?
Not make 'em worse.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Look, Ziggy says if I can keep him
from getting kicked off the team,

then I increase his chances
for staying in baseball, right?

Yeah, that's right. Yeah.

No... So, Sam...

I knew this was gonna happen.

I... He's just completely
forgotten why he's here.

- We need to talk.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I don't think you should see
Bunny so much for a while, okay?

Did you and the old lady
have a... nice talk?

Actually, yeah, we did.

Well, you can tell her
to forget it.

I see whoever I want,
especially her daughter.

Look, Chuck, she owns the team.

Yeah? What else she own, Doc? Huh?

Or should I say who? Huh?

Look, I'm just tryin'
to help you out, kid.

Help? Help?

Hey, boys, you hear that?
Doc here says he's tryin' to help.

Kinda the way that, uh,
you helped that boy in Detroit?

Huh? Oh, I looked it up, Doc.

The boy you killed was 21 years old.

Twenty-one.

You hit him in the head,
and you killed him.

Well, you did it again,
didn't you, Doc?

But this time you
stabbed him in the back.

I wouldn't have minded so much
if you'd done it on the field,

but you did it behind my back.

You shouldn't have done it
behind my back, Doc.

Yeah!

Look, you should at least hear
my side of the story, okay?

I didn't have much of a choice
on this thing.

If I hadn't agreed,
I'd never have gotten out of here.

I oughta deck you.

Go ahead.
I probably deserve it.

You ain't worth it.

Wow. He's really angry.
You okay?

Yeah. Kid can throw a punch.

Wow! I better go after him, huh?

- Oh, no. You've got a dinner to go to.
- Huh?

What are you so interested
in this kid for anyway?

'Cause he reminds me of you.

Oh. What?

You remember
the first time we met, Al?

You were running the Star Bright Project,
and, uh, I came into the lab,

and you were smashing
the vending machine with a hammer.

Oh, uh, it ate my dime.

Yeah, you were...
you were drunk and, uh, angry,

and the government wanted
to wash you out of the project completely.

But I stopped 'em,

because I knew that
underneath all that booze

and that anger was a
pretty terrific person.

So you think this kid
is a terrific person too?

I don't know.

But I think he deserves
a chance to find out.

Don't you?

Here he is, Sam, just like Ziggy said...

layin' passed out on Bunny's bed.

At least I got to him
before Margaret did.

Come on, kid.
Gotta get you outta here.

Come on. Gotta get you
out the window.

Hi, Doc.

What are you doin' here?

Hi.

Uh, I came to get Chucky.

You sure that's all you came for?

Bunny, I think
you're a little confused here.

Am I?

I've heard about the way
you treat women.

The "thangs" you do.

- "Thangs?" What "thangs"?
- Would you listen to me, please?

I'm flattered that a girl like you
would be interested in a guy like me,

but the one who really needs
the attention here is Chucky.

Besides, I think we both know
who you really want.

He's so angry.
I don't know what I did.

No, it's not you.
It's him, all right?

That's why we
have to help him. Okay?

Oh, you're a good friend, Doc.

Yeah, well...

- Mother!
- Uh-oh.

- Well! Isn't this cozy?
- Mother...

Now, Margaret, now, just... just hold on
a second. This isn't what it looks like.

I'd appreciate it if you'd get
your protégé and leave my house.

I also expect you to have your lockers
cleared out by game time.

You're kicking us off the team?

- You don't miss a thing, do you?
- Ma!

Don't you "Ma'" me in my own house!
I am ashamed of you.

I have tried and tried...

Whoo! It's a beautiful day
for a baseball game, fans,

and we got a dandy for you,
let me tell ya.

The ol' Galveston Mustangs
are takin' on the Biloxi Eagles.

The Biloxi team...
They've been hotter...

than a flattened armadillo
on the physical desert line.

Let me tell you about it. The boys have
got their work cut out for 'em today.

It's funny. I'm all dressed,
and I still feel naked.

But this'll be their first
play-off in over 24 years.

Bunny told me
what happened last night.

Guess I blew it, huh?

Yeah, well, I guess
we both blew it.

What are you gonna do now?

Well, there's some semi-pro league
opening up out west.

It ain't the bigs,
but it's baseball.

Hey, look, Doc, uh,
I was way outta line with you.

I ain't sayin' what you did was right,

but I understand.

No hard feelings?

No hard feelings.

See you around.

Well, fancy meeting you here.

Beautiful day for baseball, isn't it?

I was hopin' maybe, that, uh,
you might reconsider.

Not a chance.

Oh, by the way, you see that man
over there... the one with the cigar?

His name is Kilpatrick, and he's the
head scout for the New York Yankees.

I just thought maybe
you'd like to know that.

Well, now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going
to go and wish my team good luck.

Sam, why aren't you
in your uniform?

- The game's gonna start in... Soon.
- I got kicked off the team. Remember?

Yeah, but I... I assumed that you
went back and fixed things up.

What are you talking about?

Well, according to Ziggy,
you still pitch in this game.

- What?
- Yes.

That's impossible.
I just talked to her again.

Doc! Doc! Doc, you better get over
to the locker room quick.

Sir, please, can't this wait
until after the game?

The United States
Immigration Department...

doesn't wait for anybody.

- But this is baseball.
- And this is a warrant.

Let's go.

You'll be back.

- Well, I guess that's the ball game.
- Well, what do you mean?

Without the Sanchez brothers,
we've only got eight players.

Well, surely there's somethin'
that can be done.

Well...

The kid can play.

You wanted your chance
at the big leagues? Well, this is it.

- Well, what about Doc?
- Yeah, what about Doc?

I'm offering you a way outta here.
You wanna take it or not?

Do the right thing, kid.

- No.
- What?

What are you sayin', Chucky?

I got plenty of time.
Doc here deserves to start.

Well, what's it gonna be?

Okay. Okay.
But you'd better be good.

Now, go on. Get dressed.

All right, let's play ball!

Strike!

Nice job.

Here's the pitch. Swung on.

Well, fans, it appears that we've got us
one heck of a pitcher's duel goin' on here.

I sure hope ol' Doc Fuller
can keep it up.

He's been pitchin' about like
a brute sow in a slop-eatin' contest.

Ain't been pretty,
but he's been gettin' the job done.

I can't believe it, Al. I mean,
I'm actually pitching pretty good here.

Of course you are.
But it's not all you, Sam.

No, no, no. Thanks to you. No, I mean,
you helped me too. I mean, you're...

No, I don't mean that.
I don't mean that.

I mean that I've been tracking this
game against the original, and...

What?

Well, it seems exactly the same.
Every hit, every pitch is the same.

It's like history repeating itself.

What happens with this batter?

Grounds out to short.

There's a hot shot over to the shortstop.
He scoops it up, fires to first.

There's out number one.

Probably was a coincidence. Huh.

Well, ol' Doc... He looks
a little tired out there.

Here's the pitch, and swung on!
There's a line drive...

Clean hit sinking into left field.

This is how it happened, isn't it?

- I think Doc's beginning to feel lazy.
- Uh, you lose the game, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Time, Ump.
- Time out!

Time? What for, time?
What are you doin'?

I'm taking myself out of the game.
Taking your what?

You can't.
You gotta finish the game, Sam.

Why? So history can repeat itself?

I can't be here to make
the same mistake twice, Al.

What the hell's the matter?

My arm's dead. I'm taking
myself out of the game.

- Well, you're risking an awful lot, Sam.
- Yeah, I know.

It's all yours, kid.

Well, now, here's a surprise.

Looks like Doc Fuller
is pullin' himself off the mound,

and he's turnin' this game
over to Myerwich.

- Go get 'em.
- Play ball!

Chucky's gonna pitch.

Yeah! Come on, Chucky!

Strike!

- Strike!
- Way to pitch!

You're out!

Strike!

Wow! That's gone to the left field...
that ball there!

Well, fans, looks like
it's comin' down to this...

two outs, bottom of the ninth inning,
one man on,

and the Eagles' big ol' power hitter
steppin' up to the plate.

- Strike!
- Strike one!

Strike two!

Yes! All right.
One more, baby! One more!

Come on! One more!

That ball is well tagged.

That's a deep fly ball headed out to left
field! That one could get outta here.

Doc Fuller is goin' back, goin' back.

That ball just might be high off the wall,
or it's outta here for sure.

Fuller's goin' back, goin' back field,
lookin' up now.

He may have a beam on it.
He's... He's climbin' the fence!

He got it! What a catch!
What a game!

- Great catch!
- Yes! Yes!

Way to go, Doc!

Oh, boy, what a game!

Hey, great game, Doc.

Yeah, you too.
See you later, guys.

How you doin'?

That was a heck of a catch.

Thanks.

Of course, you wouldn't have had
to make it if you didn't have to

let that batter off
the hook like that.

You set him up with the heat,
and you brought it back again.

- That was a rookie mistake.
- And who are you?

You got a dangerous weapon there, kid,
and a brain could make it lethal.

How'd you like to have one,
courtesy of the New York Yankees?

- Are you giving me a shot at the show?
- Not on one outing.

But I think I can stick around
for the big game.

Sam, get this. Chucky pitches a
one-hitter in the championship game...

and then gets upped to the majors
in six months.

Wait a second. What about Doc?
I mean, it was his game.

Ah, there's not much call for a
35-year-old rookie with a bum arm.

But it took brains
to yank yourself out of that game.

I could use a pitching coach
with those kind of smarts.

Are you offering me a job
in the majors?

Unless you've got other plans.

Sam, this is great. Ziggy was hung up
on semantics or something,

but this is the break that
Doc needed... pitching coach.

No, no. I-I don't have
any other plans.

Good. I'll come by tomorrow.
We'll talk.

Great.

- Keep icing that shoulder.
- You bet.

Heck of a catch!

You did it, Sam.
Might as well leap.

I don't think so.

Hey, kid, come here.
I want you to meet somebody.

This is Warren Monroe.

Uh, Mr. Monroe.

Have we met before?

Long time ago.

- He's a big fan of yours.
- No kiddin'?

I've seen you play a few times.
You're good.

Well, I don't know about that.

I'd have been in a lot of trouble if...
if Doc here hadn't made that leap.

You can say that again, kid.

I was wonderin', uh...

Could I buy you a cup of coffee?

I'd like that.

Great.

- Hey, Doc, you wanna come?
- No, I'll catch up to you.

Oh, now, see? This is great.
You did it, Sam.

You united the kid with his father.

Yeah. And, uh...
And Doc goes back to the major leagues.

Everything's great.

You know, Al, I think I should have
played baseball instead of basketball.

Oh, yeah?

I think I could have been a
pretty good baseball player.

Hey, Doc, that was
a heck of a catch.

Yeah, it... it wasn't too bad.

That's the last of it.

Comin' through.

Thanks. Thanks a million.
I don't wanna hang you up anymore.

I just didn't know how I was gonna
do it alone. It's hideous, isn't it?

I know it's silly, but I'd just die
if anything happened to it.

It's all I got left from my dad.

Then you sure don't wanna
leave it behind for a hurricane.

Hurricane?

Oh, boy.