All language subtitles for The.Fan.1996.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Excited and anxious
I await my dream

To escape, applaud
And embrace my team

Opening day I always can trust

It's just for this high
That I crazily lust

Return of our hero
Does brighten the days

Just briefly, my troubles
Get lost in the haze

The grace from the field
Arouses the crowd

Reflects on the days
When I was quite proud

I'm more entranced
Than the average fan

I used to play, you see
And I know I still can

That time I drove the ball
With such loft

My exit atop shoulders
As they carried me off

This pastime and I
Just fade into one

Expanded upon
From father and son

My boy is young
And awkward for now

I just need the time
And can show him how

I really am quite close
Just a break away

From straightening things out
And being okay

I can help my team
To regain its glory

With just a little twist
To the same old story

Players say now
They play for themselves

This causes a burning
Within me that dwells

The fan is the one
Who pays for the game

Which bestows all the riches
And welcomed fame

The players will listen
But really don't hear

All the while just hiding
Behind an invisible tear

I grow tired now of all this greed

And chart a course to set things free

We got our first caller.
Is that Gil on the cellular?

Yes, sir, it sure is.

- What's that I hear in the background?
- That's my Giants watch.

- I'm late for work.
- Giants watch, great.

- What do you got for us, Gil?
- It's just I'm really psyched.

Opening day's tomorrow.
We're all psyched.

This is different. I've been waiting
a long time for this one.

- What are you waiting for?
- Bobby Rayburn. We got him.

- We're going all the way this year.
- What would you bet on that?

- I'd bet everything I own, that's for sure.
- I like this guy. You think Rayburn's...

...worth the 40 mil, huh'?
- 310 lifetime batting average.

He's worth twice that,
three times that.

I bet he'd love to hear you say that.
Let's see if we can get him on the line.

- You're gonna get him on the line?
- Yes. Hang on. Let's find Bobby.

When we come back, we will be
talking to Bobby Rayburn.

Great.

You got Bobby Rayburn
on the line yet?

Who the fuck does this
guy think he is'?

- Three- time National League MVP?
- That allows him to fuck up my show?

- Hello, I got Rayburn on the line.
- We got him!

And go.

Welcome back, we're here with the
hopes and dreams of all Giants fans.

Ex-Brave center fielder
and league RBI champ...

four of the last five years,
Local boy come home, Bobby Rayburn.

- How you doing, Bobby?
- Hey, Jewel, how you doing?

Good to be talking to you.
I want to tell you, I love your show.

- Thanks a lot.
- Bobby, this is Bernie...

A lot of fans are on the line
dying to talk to you.

But first, how does it feel
to be back in the Bay Area?

I'm telling you, it's great. I grew up
here. The Giants are my homies.

That's good to hear.
But let me ask you this:

You're famous for your
dedication to perfection.

You're one of the
hardest-working players.

Don't forget "good-looking."

But come on, now. Bobby, baby...

...do you honestly think you are worth
40 million simoleons?

He's one of the best ballplayers
in the league.

I'm glad you asked me. I don't like to
put a money value on a human being.

But I think I have given 100 percent
to every franchise I've played with.

Attaway, Bobby!

Thank you for not answering.

- Better retreat.
- She's a riot.

What about the fans? Won't all
this money raise their expectations?

I hope so. I consider myself a
baseball fan first and a player second.

And in the game of baseball,
it's all about the fans.

- You tell them, Bob.
- And the Juan Primo controversy?

Giants center fielder since 1990.

You come in, bump him to the left.
Some people resent that.

- Bitch!
- I don't think Primo's one of them.

You know, he's a team player.

That makes him great.
I look forward to playing with him.

That's great, Bobby.
Let's get back to our callers. Gil?

- Yeah, am...? Am I on the air?
- Yes, you are, Gil.

Jewel, why do you
have to be so negative?

Come on, I'm a sweetheart.

The guy's making a lot of money.
Would you turn it down?

You'd be nuts to turn them down.

Why be down on Rayburn
because he's not nuts?

You got a point. I apologize.

- Hey, Bobby, are you listening to me?
- I sure am!

- Thanks for backing me up, man.
- No problem. It's a pleasure.

Just remember
where you heard it first.

I played the game.
I know what I'm talking about.

Grew up on the Giants.

My dad moved the family here
when the Giants moved here.

I watched you ever since
you hit the grand slam...

...against South Bay
in the '82 city championship.

That's when I saw you were somebody
special, and you never let me down.

When the two of you come together,
Rayburn and the Giants...

...that's like a magical conjunction,
like the alignment of the planets.

You're gonna bring us all the way.
Who said it first?

You did, Gil! You did!

- Attaway, Bobby!
- We hope so.

- Bobby, let's talk about your divorce.
- Christ, look.

I just got to the ballpark.
I'm really sorry, but I gotta go.

- Really enjoyed talking to you.
- Anytime, Bobby. Good luck out there.

We will be right back.

- I am so surprised he hung up.
- Thank you.

Giants haven't had a one- two punch
like this since Mays and McCovey.

Joining the list of bullshit excuses...

...we've had a lot of whining...

...about product quality from certain
members of our sales force.

Example: The two Jima line.

Gil, do you see
any quality problems there?

Blade's too thin, pommel's too light,
and there's a half tang hidden in there.

Maybe that's why you're not selling.

Sweet.

Somebody made a mistake, man.
I wear number 11.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.
- It's cool. Manny, just handle it.

Me? I think this knife's an ass-kicker.

This door, on the other hand,
comes off a foreign car.

Well, need I say more?

- Why are you guys still here?
- There's been a glitch, okay?

- I'm working on it.
- What's a "glitch"?

A detail that hasn't been worked out.
Permutation that happens in...

What? With my number?

- Yeah, with your number.
- No, no, no.

Manny, you know I wear number 11.

- Of course.
- So there shouldn't be any problem.

It is a problem. Primo wears 11.

Tickets in yet?

Tickets? What tickets?

- Opening day.
- You got other things to worry about.

I'll let you in on a little secret, Gil. You
came this close to kissing pavement.

- How about that close?
- Yeah.

Management had you on the list.
I talked them out of it.

Don't make me regret it.

- Thanks, master.
- Okay, fuck it.

I'm not playing with number 33.
You understand?

I know. Just be cool.
Let me take care of it.

Three times 11 is 33.
You may play three- times better.

Thanks. I'll talk to you in a minute.

Jesus was 33 when he died.
People still talk about him.

- Give me my number.
- Think about it, seriously.

Should I fire him?

I should fire him, huh?
I should fire his butt.

Good form.

Seriously. I promised those tickets
to my clients.

Don't make me look
like an asshole. Please.

- I do have a reputation to uphold.
- A reputa...

Jesus-fucking...

Nobody cares. You're stuck in a
time warp with your head up your ass.

- Why, because I don't wanna sell crap?
- We are not dedicated to perfection!

People don't want quality.
They want cheap product.

When that fucks up, they want to
replace it, so that's what we give them.

You got till the end of the month, Gil.

Look“.

...McKinley and Everest is our
biggest account. You better close on it.

Bring in the fucking numbers.

Asshole.

Sid, what was the missing link
on your ball club last season?

We'd have made the playoffs if Rayburn
hadn't hit that three-run shot in Atlanta.

Everybody said, "Why don't we
have a slugger like that?" Now we do.

- Bobby, a picture?
- Why don't we take one with Primo.

- Sounds good.
- Keep smiling.

Keep fucking smiling.

- I hope you like it in center field.
- Yeah, I hope you like it in left.

No more questions.

2.5 million signing bonus.
Half this year and half the next. Yeah.

Well, well, if it isn't Jewel, my favourite
token female sports reporter.

- Blow me, Manny.
- I would, but you haven't had your shots.

There were also bonuses
based on winning the MVP...

I want an interview
with Rayburn, Manny.

Are we talking about "the
overpaid, overrated SOB...

...with the pending divorce" Rayburn?

- I call them as I see them.
- Well, you've been crossed off the list.

- I knew you'd understand.
- Deferred payments starting 2007.

Cut the crap. Are you saying there's
no way to get your boy to talk to me?

Is that what you're saying?
He's gotta talk to me.

I'm saying he'd rather nail his penis
to a burning building.

I'm not talking to
you, I'm talking to her.

Checkout this puppy.

The walk and the talk.

How's it walk? How's it talk?
This is the one.

Are you happy with your
current supplier?

Any more of these demonstrations,
I'll have to start shaving my legs.

Renard & Garrity hunting supplies.

The big motherfucker, the little
motherfucker. Which do you want?

Any more demos, I'll have to start
shaving the hairs on my ass.

As you can see, the performance
on this baby is really something.

Knife doing business.

Come on, bring it, baby. Bring it.

- Jesus Christ.
- Poetry in motion, baby.

- Two behind home plate?
- I'm your man.

Two hundred dollars each.

- Two hundred apiece?
- Two hundred.

- That's a lot. How about 125?
- Fuck 125. This is opening day here.

- Two hundred, goddamn it. Jesus.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Now you want the tickets, huh?

Anytime I can do you more fucking
favors, you just let me know, all right?

You in a coma or what, buddy?
Get the fuck out of here.

- Know what bugs me about you guys?
- Like I care.

You don't even care about the game.

You ebony god, you prince of darkness,
you Othellian Moor, you black man!

You look good out there! You look
good. I bet we hit 400 this year.

- Come on, don't jinx me.
- I'm sorry, man. I get emotional, crazy.

All right, so tell me, what we got?

Spalding wants you to sign their balls.
We got that "Wish Upon a Star"-routine:

Sick kid wants to shake hands with
great ballplayer. You'll have to do.

What do you think? Maybe I should
bring a ball for the sick kid.

No, I think a bat would be much nicer.

All right, here. Give him a bat.

You know it's not a good time for this.

- What's the gentleman's name again?
- His name's Stanley. Stanley Jackson.

Thank you, Michelle.

Stanley, Gil Renard.
Renard & Garrity hunting supplies.

- How do you do?
- How you doing?

Here's my card.

Are you happy
with your current supplier?

- I sure am.
- Well, then let me just...

If you could give me three minutes
of your time, I will prove to you...

- Can I demonstrate?
- Sure.

If I can just prove to you...

...we're superior in quality because
of our fit, hand-sharpening, polishing...

...and strength.

These features, combined with our
low prices, our superior terms...

...make us one of the most
sought-after competitors around.

- That's why I'd...
- We signed an exclusive with Gerber.

They got the whole chain sewed up.

We can't pass wind in a tent
without going through them.

Sorry to hear that.

- Do you have the Little Pecker?
- Yes, I do.

- You really are on the cutting edge.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry we can't do business.

Well, you're sure I can't
interest you in this?

You got any kayaks?

You gotta be
out of your mind. Kayaks?

I could use kayaks.

Stanley, what the fuck do kayaks
have to do with knives?

Never mind.

You fucking asshole. Kayaks?
When I'm asking you about knives?

Yeah. I understand, sir.
Thank you for coming in.

How about you get some kayaks and
stick them up your fucking ass, moron.

Your stopwatch.

Hey, thanks a lot for coming.
Nice to meet you.

Look. We got the same hairdo.

You sick too?

Hey, slugger, come on,
shake his hand.

How you doing, man? You hanging
in there? What's your name?

Sean.

Sean?

Sean.

Wow, what a coincidence.
That's my son's name too.

Look, I have a present for you.

There you go.

Maybe it'll make you feel better.

Bobby Rayburn.

Tomorrow...

...hit a home run for me.

- Please?
- I'll try.

They said "sick," not "dying in front
of our eyes." How'd I know?

As if I don't have enough to worry
about. I get a poor kid on his deathbed.

- Oh, please.
- The kid was dying!

He has my son's name.
I mean, what kind of shit is that?

Lucky tie, lucky guy.

McKinley-Everest.

Okay, thank you.

Hi.

- Angie, you're looking as lovely as ever.
- He's gone.

- We had an appointment at 4.
- Yeah, it's 4: 11.

My watch is slow, I guess.
When will he be back?

He's gone for the day. But you
can see him tomorrow at 2:30.

Oh, tomorrow, tomorrow...

Let's see.

See if there's anything...

I would prefer the morning.

But how about late in the day?

I'm sorry.

Tomorrow at 3, he's off
to Chicago for three weeks.

Well, that's a problem.

It's my son. I want to take him
to opening day.

You know, myself as a father,
I'm a real cutup.

I'm gonna get to the point.

I'm trying to be a hero to my son...

...so if he could make it any other time,
it would really, really help me.

Just an hour later...

...so I could fit the game in.

- Excuse me. McKinley-Everest.
- Any other time at all? Anything?

- Okay, thank you.
- It would be a big help to me.

Like, an hour later.

I'm afraid I really can't help you.
He's got such a crazy schedule.

Okey-dokey.

Drop your cock and grab your socks.
Big day today. You excited?

Yeah, I'm up.

Manny, Manny, talk to me, man.
Make me happy.

Wish I could.
I just talked to Primo's people.

- They want 500 grand.
- Five hundred? For what?

Exactly. Exactly.
That's 250 G's a digit.

Man, come on!
What is this boy smoking?

I tried to haggle them down.
The kid says it's his lucky number.

Shit. Ain't that much luck in the world.
He's lucky to be in the country.

I hear you. Look, it's your call.

You want me to go back,
or are you happy with 33?

- Man, it's just a number, right?
- That's right.

I'll pick you up.
While you do her, think of me.

- That's a real short thought.
- I love you too.

- No, you don't.
- I'll catch you later.

Yeah.

Hey, Gil.

Hey, Ted.

Lose your job?

- It's my day off. And it's Tim.
- Tim. Sorry.

- You remember Mike and Linda?
- Hey, Gil.

- Hi, en.
- Hi.

- You're late. What a surprise.
- Traffic. You know, traffic?

How original.

- Hi, Dad.
- How you doing?

- Good.
- Ready for the game?

- What time will he be home?
- Depends on the game. Right, slugger?

6:05. He's not home, I call the cops.

I'm against this.
I wanna make that real clear to you.

- He's my kid too.
- Yeah?

Give me kisses. I love you.

- Bye.
- For the record, so everybody knows...

...don't make him do things
he doesn't want to.

I don't. Do I make you do things
you don't want to do?

- No.
- Okay?

Six o'clock, Gil.

Hey, Ted.

See you.

I remember when Mick recorded this,
February '78.

What?

I remember when Mick recorded this
in '78. We had a wild party afterwards.

Jason Pelligrini's dad
says Mick Jagger's gay.

Yeah? Well, Jason Pelligrini's dad
takes it up the ass.

- Tryouts are next week.
- Tryouts are next week?

Your mother didn't tell me.

Jason Pelligrini said his dad's
gonna pick me if I'm still available.

You'll make it. Positive things
happen to positive thinkers.

Tell me, what do you gotta do? What
are the three whats you gotta be?

- I don't want to do this, Dad.
- At bat, come on.

- Keep the bat low.
- No, keep it high, high.

- When you move your feet?
- Step on the eggshell...

...and squash the bug.
- Attaboy. That's perfect.

That's what Coop used to say.
I told you about what Coop said, right?

- Your old catcher, right?
- One of the finest athletes I ever knew.

Where'd you get that glove?

Tim gave it to me.

Piece of shit.

Opening day at
Candlestick Park, 1996.

What's not to love
about opening day?

Fathers sneaking away from work,
and kids playing hooky from school.

For at least one day,
everybody is in first place.

Opening day is what baseball's about.
How exciting is it...

...for Giants fans
with Rayburn coming home...

after leading the Braves
to a championship?

Did you see that?
See the way he moved his legs?

- Can I have a hot dog?
- A what?

Can I have a hot dog?

You're in my seat.

If it isn't the ubiquitous
queen of AM radio herself.

Good morning, my sweet angel,
darling, baby.

Oh, yeah, whatever.

Manny, come on, don't dick me around.
It's an important piece, okay?

There's somebody there behind
that killer smile. I promise..."

...I will not hurt your boy.
I want Bobby Rayburn.

Bernie, correct me if I'm wrong...

...but isn't she the ball-buster
who had the temerity to ask my client...

...if he was honestly worth 40 million?

- Am I a ball-buster?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Whose is this?
- It's mine. I spit in it.

I thought your mother
confiscated that.

She did.

Play ball!

Yeah, attaway!

Strike.

What are you doing? You missed it.
Hawkins struck him out.

- Pay attention.
- I'm sorry, Dad.

Blaze winds, and the pitch to Pryor...

...swung on and driven deep
towards the gap.

He crushed it!

- Watch, watch, watch.
- What?

I got it!

I got it!

Primo and Rayburn giving chase.
They converge and...

Lookout!

Center field makes the calls.

Fundamental of baseball,
center field makes the calls.

Pay attention.

Well, a scary moment on day one.

I'll tell you, Rayburn's slow getting up.
And Primo's still slow getting up.

There's $40 million out there
in center field, Steve.

Hope the Giants have
collision coverage.

This will help relieve the pain.

- Doc, is the rib bruised or fractured?
- Neither.

Bobby, what are you doing?
We got 161 games to go out there.

Could you excuse me for a minute?

Thank you. You just signed
a $40 million contract.

Hurt yourself, you'll be batting
a 100 by month's end.

The media will turn on you
faster than the fans.

- Listen, you gotta come out.
- I can't.

I gotta be Babe-fucking-Ruth.

It's William-fucking-Bendix.
Get it right.

- You having fun?
- Yeah.

I'm just gonna make some phone calls.
Okay? Just business calls. I'll be back.

- Go?
- Just downstairs for a minute.

Mom said we have to be home by 6,
or she'll be upset.

Forget about your mother.

I got it!

The wind took it. The wind took it.
Kid was lucky.

Kid was lucky.

Wind took it.

- You stepped on me.
- Don't worry. We'll get one next time.

Okay, I gotta go, all right?
I'll be back.

- You don't have to pee or anything?
- No.

What happened?

Lanz hit one to right. Bases loaded.
Come on, grand slam!

Don't get greedy, son.
What we need now is a sacrifice.

A winning team knows how to
manufacture runs. Coop taught me that.

Know why he said the most
beautiful play is a sacrifice fly?

- You sacrifice for the team?
- And doesn't bring down your average.

That's why baseball's
better than life. It's fair.

Tell me what happens.

Now batting, number 33...

Bobby Rayburn.

Come on, Bobby!

Attaway, Bobby!

Rayburn look a little stiff to you?

I can't believe they left him in
after that collision.

Right. That's all we need,
our $40 million man on the DL.

He's playing hurt. That's a
man showing his mettle.

Putting the team first. Remember,
last year he hit 314 against lefties.

Yo, Bobby!

- Time!
- Oh, fuck.

Come on, let's play some
fucking baseball!

All right, Bobby, let's go!

Play!

All right, Bobby!

- Go for it, Bobby!
- Go, Bobby!

Bobby!

Hey, buddy...

...you wanna sit down?
Trying to see here.

Go, Bobby!

Come on! Let's go with
the fucking game! Shit!

Strike!

Are you out of your mind, ump?
Are you out of your fucking mind?

- Hey, sit down.
- Take your hands off me.

- Stop pushing, man!
- Just ask.

- Why the fuck you pushing? I'm asking.
- Both of you, down in front!

- Fuck you!
- Down in front! Now!

Let's play some fucking ball!
You all right?

What's your fucking problem?

You old busybody!

I gotta go, okay? I'll be back.

Fuck you!

Oh, fuck.

Get out of here.

So could you just send me
over the stats? Yes.

Okay. Thank you very much.

I'm sorry I'm late.
Your hair looks nice.

- I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid he left.
- He left.

- For the ball game.
- What?

Yes, for the ball game.

- I thought he had a plane to catch.
- Plans changed.

But he did leave you this note.

- He didn't draw a smiley face, did he?
- What?

The previous assistant got him
in the habit of drawing a smiley face...

...instead of "sincerely," and I keep
telling him it's not always appropriate.

No, it's perfectly appropriate.

Now batting, number 10, Brad Tjader.

Hey, congratulations, fellas.

Hey, Babe-fucking-Ruth.

- William-fucking-Bendix.
- That's right.

So did the kid see his home run?

The kid didn't even see it.

He slipped into a coma,
and he never pulled out. I'm sorry.

- How come you didn't tell me?
- Like you take bad news well.

What am I supposed to say?
"Great news, the kid didn't make it."

That's all right, man.
Enough of these hospital gigs.

They're off the list.
You know what the bright side is?

You knocked the cover off the ball.
You're back.

The hell I did. It was a fluke.

I never even saw the pitch.

Let go, Tim.

- What do you want?
- How is he? He okay?

He's not. He's crying his eyes out.
What do you think?

- Come on, don't start.
- Don't you start.

You violated your agreement.
I called my lawyer.

I'm getting a restraining order.

- Don't start.
- No, don't you start. Go away.

- I've had it. I don't care what you want.
- Let me see him.

You had to bring him home?
What is wrong with you?

- I want you out. Tim, call the cops.
- I'm gonna explain to him.

- Come on, everything's okay.
- You bastard.

You motherfucker! You cocksuck...!

_ Hey.
~ Tim!

Tim, call the cops. He fucking hit me!

Hey. Hey, slugger.

Slugger, I'm sorry. You forgive me?

- Hey.
- You left me.

I know, I screwed up. I'm sorry.

- You forgive Dad?
- Mom's got a terrible headache.

Well, that's called a migraine.
She'll live.

Look what I got for you.
I got your favourite pizza.

Gil, open the door!

- Gil, open the door.
- It's got pepperoni and mushroom.

- I don't like mushrooms.
- You can pick them off.

Is it true, if Mom marries Tim,
I'm not gonna be a Renard anymore?

- Gil, open the door.
- It's open!

- It's locked.
- It's open.

It's locked, Gil. Open the door now.
I'm calling the police.

You still worried about the tryouts?

I don't know.
Think I'll make the majors?

Of course you'll make it.
Remember what I said.

Positive things happen
to positive thinkers. Who said that?

- Coop.
- Damn straight.

He was the greatest player
I ever played with.

Gil, unlock the door.

Got you a Coke.

Call the cops.

Didn't you hear me? Call the cops!

Call the fucking police!

- I can't drink Coke.
- Who says?

Mom and Dad. I mean, Tim.

The door's locked. It's okay.

Gil, open the door.

Hey, Art.

I said, "Enough of this shit.
You sign the contract right now."

He signed it. I swear to God,
on my honour, he signed the contract.

Hey, Gil, got a second?

If you do. It's 8:00.

- Shall we?
- There you go.

Sit down, Gil.

That's okay, I'll stand.

Chuck from McKinley and Everest
called yesterday.

Said they wanted to drop
their account with us.

I sent Figgy over there
to sort things out.

You sent Figgy down?

- Sit down, Gil.
- Yeah, he sorted them out.

He did it with my opening-day tickets.
What are you gonna do about it?

- He didn't steal your account.
- He did. What will you do?

We gave him your account.

I gave him your account.

What do you mean?

You're not getting
the numbers we need.

I know. It's been a little slow
last couple of months.

But that'll change. I've got
a new strategy. It's gonna work.

- Listen, your behaviour is unacceptable.
- What do you mean?

- People are scared of you.
- Why, because of the other day?

You cannot do things like that
in this day and...

I want your reorder book.

Outstanding commissions
will be forwarded.

My father started this business.

Look, perfection and principles don't
belong in business, not now or then.

- As a friend of your father's...
- Keep your mouth shut.

You know nothing about my father.

- He made this business.
- Your father made knives.

- San Francisco made this business.
- By ripping him off.

He wasn't a businessman, Gil...

...and neither are you.

That's the bottom line.

And so, in a Freudian sense, Jewel...

the catcher is the father,
and the son is the pitcher.

That's fascinating.
Let me ask you.

- What does the bat and ball represent?
- Well, the bat speaks for itself...

and, of course,
the ball is the ejaculate.

Thanks for calling, doc.
Who do we have on line two?

- Do we have anybody on line two?
- I believe everybody hung up.

Hey, man. Hey, you got a van?
Kids are breaking into your van.

Somebody's breaking into your van.
Stop those kids. Cut that out.

- What?
- Kids breaking into a van out there.

- Yeah.
- Here, this is for you.

- What's that?
- Take it. Take it.

- Take it.
- What is it?

It's for you.
It's a temporary restraining order.

- What?
- You have been served.

Hey, man, can I use your...?

Okay, last one.

Good swing. All right, who's next?

Eleven. Let's go, buddy.
Hustle up there.

- Okay, pal.
- Come on, Rich.

Okay, watch the ball.

Good swing.

Next one, Richie.

Attaway, Richie boy.

- That's okay.
- He's throwing too hard.

He almost took his head off.
Hey, coach. Coach.

- Yeah.
- Slow down.

- This is Little League. Little League.
- I know.

- Leave him alone, Gil.
- Mind your fucking business.

Hey, coach, mix in some strikes.
What are you doing?

- You're making it hard.
- I'll coach from here.

- Mix in some strikes.
- He's throwing strikes, Gil.

- Fuck it, I'm gonna go down.
- Easy, Gil.

Remember, Ellen's got
that restraining order on you.

- The bat is too fucking heavy.
- Come on.

You fuck with me,
I'll send your head into the outfield.

Go easy. You're letting the bat
swing him.

- Hey, hey, come on, you guy.
- Look how heavy this bat is.

Here.

Let go of my son.

- He's my son too.
- Don't remind me. Get off him.

- He's my son too.
- You are not gonna ruin our lives.

- Tim, call the cops now.
- I'm just trying to tell him something.

Get out of here. Tim!

You get out of here.
Can't you read, stupid?

The restraining order says
you have to stay 100 yards away.

- Tell him one thing.
- You can't come near him.

- I wanna tell him one thing.
- Get out of here.

- I just wanna tell him one thing.
- You better go.

Don't swing at anything.
Wait for a good one.

Step on the eggshell,
squash the bug. Okay?

You mind your fucking business.
You're lucky.

Just give him... Give him something.
He's a kid.

It's okay. Play ball.

Bobby Rayburn again
failed to earn his keep.

Almost grounding into
a game-ending double play...

just beating the throw to first.

When the Giants
needed a pick-me-up...

number 11, Juan Primo,
provides San Francisco with a lift.

And it was a big one. His two-run
shot over the left-field fence...

scored Rayburn,
and the Giants went home happy.

That is, except possibly
Bobby Rayburn...

whose lac kof hitting is giving
new meaning to the term "three hole."

The way Primo's carried
this team on his shoulders...

makes you wonder who the real
$40 million player is.

Lanz came up with a big hit to drive
in a key run in the Giants' victory.

Jimmy has been a spark plug
during this home stand.

Motherfuck.

Ladies and gentlemen, now batting,
the center fielder, number 33...

Bobby Rayburn.

All right, Bobby, let's go!

All right, Bobby.

Strike.

Strike.

- Strike three.
- Shit.

Ladies and gentlemen,
with courtesy to the players...

please refrain
from excessive noise...

and throwing anything
onto the field. Thank you.

Forty-million-dollar man's
paying off, huh?

Now batting, number 33,
Bobby Rayburn.

Well, here it is, Memorial Day weekend.

You think back to the opening-day
grand slam, doesn't seem long ago.

But lately, Bobby Rayburn
has really had difficulties...

and can't seem to find his stroke.
He lacks aggressiveness.

And you start to wonder
when you call it a slump.

Most superstars aren't gonna
sit down for you.

But you gotta wonder...

when he's gonna
breakout of this thing.

Strike.

Come on, Bobby. Come on.

Out.

Now batting, number 46, Jimmy Lanz.

You'll be all right.

You still want that interview?

You'd let Bobby Rayburn do an
interview with a...? What was it?

- Castrating ball-buster.
- Castrating ball-buster, that's it.

- I thought I was off your list.
- Come on.

Schindler has a list, not me, okay?

When you're hitting 183,
you don't get to have a list.

Locker room.

- Giants' Locker room.
- Bobby Rayburn.

- Yeah, who's calling?
- A friend of his. I have to talk to him.

It's really important.

Rayburn, phone.

- Yeah, this is Bobby.
- Bobby?

- Yeah.
- Bobby Rayburn.

Yes. Yes, who is this?

Hello. Look, say something.

Hello?

Yo, Stook, I thought you were
supposed to screen my calls here.

- Burn, baby, burn.
- Come on, give me some.

- What's up, Dad? Gaining a little weight.
- Yeah, yeah, I am.

- Stopped by the doughnut spot.
- Cool. Is he for me?

Yeah, he's for you.

What's his name?

- He told me it's Bradley.
- What else did he say, Dr. Doolittle?

Dad, how come
you haven't been hitting?

How's the rib cage, Bobby?

My rib cage is sick
of people asking about it.

They say you should've
came out that first game...

...but you were hot-dogging,
so you screwed yourself.

That supposed to be a dis
or something? I hit 314 last season.

- That's bullshit.
- I'm telling you what people say.

I can put a positive spin on this.

- How?
- How? I'll tell you how.

We set up an interview,
get a piece out of it.

You tell the people why you stayed in.
It's for the kid in chemo.

You get public sympathy.
I smell forgiveness in the Bay Area.

- Is that exploiting the kid's death?
- Not comfortable with it?

- Should I be?
- I think you should be.

Well, I don't think I am.

Excuse me. I'll have a vodka
and orange juice, please.

And whatever the lady wants.

Jack on the rocks, thanks.

What?

Oh, shit. I did it again, didn't I?

No, it's okay.
I'm used to all of this interview shit.

Look, no offense intended,
but it's no secret...

...that you're playing like shit.
It's gotta be affecting you.

Of course it's affecting me.

I'm paid to produce.
I can't even hit the side of a barn.

- How do you think it makes me feel?
- Do you know what I think, Mr. Rayburn?

No, but I'm quite sure
you're gonna tell me.

I think the slump is a good thing.

Now, what kind of twisted shit is that?

It's gonna teach you
to out yourself a little slack.

- You can't keep up this act forever.
- Now it's an act.

Oh, yeah, Mr. Perfect. Mr. No-Error.
Nobody can live up to that shit.

You gotta give yourself a break.
It's just a lie anyhow.

Yeah. It doesn't seem like a lie
when I'm hitting.

Now batting for the Giants,
number 11...

the right fielder, Juan Primo.

Sit down, let Bobby bat!

He's a hot dog. He's lucky.

Now batting, number 11, Juan Primo.

Now batting, number 33,
Bobby Rayburn.

Let's play some fucking ball!

Thanks, Primo.

Fuck you, Rayburn.

- You suck.
- Bobby, Bobby.

You suck!

Don't listen to them, Bobby!

Okay.

Line drive to the right.

Don't tell me
where it's gonna go, Dad.

I wish we had a whole team
like him.

Fuckin' asshole!

- Hey, Bobby.
- Hey, Nikki. The usual.

- Alrighty.
- Hey, Bob.

You guys wanna play pool?

- What a waste of space.
- What do you mean?

He hit a bad patch.
We all hit bad patches, don't we?

- You never hit a bad patch?
- No, this is my dream job.

- I'm gonna talk to him.
- Please, man.

These guys come to relax. You bug
them, they're gonna stop coming here.

I know him. I've talked to him
on the phone.

Hey, Bob.

Can I talk to you for a second?

- Sure. You wanna talk to me?
- Maybe we can go someplace.

- Let me finish the game.
- Okay.

Primo, it's late, man. All right?

- Tell me what it is you want.
- I want nothing.

You don't understand
how things work here.

Because it's different
from where you come from.

What's different?

Look, when a player like me
comes into a team like this...

...hey, man, shit gets worked out.

Right? You don't...
What is the problem with that?

What kind of uniforms
do you have down there?

- Just uniforms.
- Like these pussy pants you're wearing?

- What...? What color?
- Blue.

- What number is on the back of yours?
- Eleven.

Primo, what is your price?

No price. You already
had a chance, baby. Okay?

- What's your fucking price?
- Go fuck yourself.

- Hey, don't walk away from me, man.
- Fuck you.

Motherfucker. What?

- Break it up!
- Get off of him.

- I want my fucking number, man.
- Chill out.

What are we talking about
Juan Primo for...

...when we've got Bobby Rayburn where
we want him, up close and exclusive.

Are you ready for your next caller?

- Let's get another caller.
- Bobby.

- You guys are getting a kick out of this.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about my season is like
a bad freeway accident.

And you guys, you're just
slowing down to watch.

I thought I'd enjoy this,
but the fact is, I feel for you.

I didn't know it'd be so rough.

Who we talking to? On the car phone,
we are talking to Gil.

Hey, is that our old buddy Gil?
Mr. Magical-Conjunction himself.

- Is this Jewel?
- You're on the air. Go ahead.

You're getting break-up
on the line here.

- I heard what you said about Primo.
- What's your question for Bobby?

Is Bobby listening? Bobby?
Hey,Bob?

Yeah, Gil, I'm here, man.
How you doing?

I wanna tell you that I know exactly
what you're going through...

...more than you'll ever understand.
This number 11 thing is a fucking joke.

You're the greatest player
this city's ever had...

...and you got some hot-dogger
like Primo...

...giving you a hard time
about your number.

There's a reason
you're paid 40 million.

The owners aren't doing
what they should be.

They should be protecting
their investment.

Pay him. Give him what he wants.

If he wants a million, give it to him.

If he doesn't want it and doesn't want
to give up his number, fuck him.

Get him out. What's the difference?
Just get you hitting again.

- If that's what it's gonna take.
- They say fans don't know...

...what they're talking about. The public
and the owners should listen to you.

Bobby, why isn't this guy
on your payroll?

Thanks, Gil. Maybe I should have you
try and talk some sense into Primo.

God knows I need
all the help I can get.

They say fans don't know
what they're talking about.

The public and the owners
should listen to you.

Bobby, why isn't this guy
on your payroll?

Maybe I should have you try
and talk some sense into Primo.

The owners should listen to you. Bobby,
why isn't this guy on your payroll?

Maybe I should have you try
and talk some sense into Primo.

Maybe I should have you try
and talk some sense into Primo.

God knows I need all the help
I can get.

Primo. Primo, lots of luck.

Primo.

Mr. Primo?

- Yeah?
- Can I just say...?

Did you ever think how one man
who's doing well...

...might throw off
the rest of the team?

I'm saying, you have to think of
what's best for the team, right?

You might have to
lay down a sacrifice.

I'm talking about
Bobby Rayburn's number.

I don't know if you understand
how much he needs that number.

- Number 11.
- I am number 11.

I know, but he needs it
more than you.

Are you with the press?

You with the hotel?

Then get out of here.

Go.

Get the fuck out of here.

It's a sad night here at the Stick
as the Giants take the field...

for the first time since the murder
of hitting sensation Juan Primo.

Rayburn will take his place
in the lineup batting cleanup.

There's bound to be questions
about that, Jewel.

Now we all get to wear
the number, man.

Come on, let's play ball!

Now batting fourth, number 33,
Bobby Rayburn.

Bobby! Come on, Bobby!

Fuck you.

Come on, Bob!

That's it.

Come on, Bob!

Attaway. You're back to your old self.

Fuck you.

This is the last place I'll look.
Then I'll quit.

Yeah, no, I've had it. I'm tired.
I mean, he's not here.

There he is. I found my man.
I'll talk to you later.

Is this how you celebrate
going four for four, huh?

What happened to pouring
champagne over your head...

...and banging some groupies, huh?

Bobby. Bobby, talk to me.

If the cops worry you,
they're not interested in you.

It's just an ongoing investigation.
Let it go.

I didn't ask for this, man.

You talking about Primo?
Come on, I know that's shit.

I thought about it a lot,
but I didn't ask for this.

You know, Bobsy...

...I wish five people dead
on my drive to work.

Five people. But wishing it
doesn't make it so.

You're not God,
lifetime average withstanding.

Yeah? Well...

...why do I feel so bad then, huh?

I don't know.

I don't...

This is gonna blow the hell
out of my shithead theory...

...but I think you feel guilty.

Jesus-hairy-Christ.

I've been wrong about you.

You're not a shithead at all.
I'm flabbergasted.

Come on, let's go, man.
I got a game tomorrow.

Number 33, Bobby Rayburn.

Go, Bobby! Bobby!

Safe.

Bobby Rayburn.

You're coming off
the worst slump in your career.

All of a sudden, you're hitting well over
400, 11 home runs, 30 RBIs last month.

How do you explain this?

I wish I knew.

That's it? You wish you knew?

A "thank you" would've been nice.

Sean!

Be careful!

Don't go too far!

Sean, don't go too far, darling.

Bradley!

Bradley, come here!

Bradley, come back.

Go back, Bradley. Go back.

Sean!

Sean!

Mr. Rayburn!

Shit.

Mr. Rayburn!

Sean!

- Thank God for Mark Spitz over here.
- Jeez.

Okay. Just relax. Go on.
That's right, blow it out.

It's gonna be all right.

Are you all right, man?

- Just relax.
- He swallowed some water.

Jesus. You scared me half to death.

Where did you come from?

I was just walking on the beach,
I saw him in the water, and I went in.

Thank God, man. You all right?

Sean, you gotta promise me,
no matter what...

...not a word to your mother,
understand?

Next time you're looking
for attention, be more dramatic.

- Let's get some dry clothes.
- Play in traffic like the other kids.

- That little bonehead.
- Oh, shit.

- What did you say your name was?
- My friends call me Curly.

Curly. Well, come on, Curly,
let's go inside.

Elvira will get you some
dry clothes, all right?

Thank you.

- What do I say?
- Well, you know, I was just there.

You would've done the same thing.

If I lose this guy, man,
I don't know what I would do.

Looks good on you.

I don't know
about them pants, though.

They're yours.

- Can I get you anything?
- A beer.

Yeah, all right. I could swear...
Have I seen you before?

I get that all the time.
I got one of those faces, I guess.

You like baseball?

I'm not obsessed with it or anything.
Are you a player?

Yeah.

- You are?
- Yeah.

Barry Bonds?

No. No. I'm Bobby Rayburn.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- I was just kidding you.
- It's okay.

At least you're not one of them
die-hard baseball fans who...

Why is that?

Because those guys are losers.

Aren't the fans what it's all about?

Shit. Tell you something, man.

The fans are like women.
When you're hitting, they love you.

And when you're not, they'd as soon
spit on you as look at you.

Why is that?

Because they don't understand that
you're the same person hitting or not.

You know?

Only person you should play for
is yourself.

Hey, you wanna shoot some pool?

Yeah, sure.

- All right. Bring the beer.
- Sure.

Curly, Curly...

Curly Otis?

- Yeah, that's my old man.
- No shit.

I was in bigs for a cup of coffee myself
until my arm went south.

Man, tough break.

It's like my old catcher Coop
used to say:

"Enjoy it while you got it,
then move on."

Yeah.

That's a good philosophy, brother.
Good philosophy.

- Are all those hats yours?
- Yep, my pride and joy.

- Could I try one on?
- Yeah, sure. Sure.

Fits.

Looks good on you.

Hey, Bobby...

...did you mean it?
You'd do something for me?

Yeah, sure. I mean, within reason,
you know.

Don't be getting no ideas.

- Let me pitch to you.
- What?

Let me show you what I got.
I got a couple innings left in me.

Come on, Bobby,
let me show you what I got.

Bradley's gonna catch for us.

Must feel good
to be hitting again, huh?

Brother, you have no idea.

- How did you get out of that slump?
- Say what?

Got any idea what got you
out of that slump?

You know, Curly...

...I just stopped caring, man.

- What?
- I just stopped caring.

You stopped caring?

What do you mean?

All my life I've been working
to be the best.

You know?
Trying to be a perfectionist.

And I thought about it. That's probably
where I made my mistake.

And when Juan Primo died, man, that
completely changed the perspective.

I mean...

I mean, come on, let's be real here.

What are we doing? We're not
curing cancer, you know?

We're playing a game.

That's all it is. It's just a game.

So I stopped caring and relaxed...

...and I started hitting.

Stopped caring.

So that's your fucking insight
into life?

Just stop caring.

- You're pretty loose now, aren't you?
- Yeah.

All I'm saying is that there's
more to life than just baseball.

Like what? Like your house?

Like your big-ass car?
Like your 40-fucking-million?

I mean, what the fuck
do you care about?

I care about my son.
That's what I care about.

I'm sorry. I just hate that attitude,
you stopped caring. I'm sorry.

What, do you have a better theory?

Yeah.

You got your number back.

Curly, my number didn't have
anything to do with it.

It looks good on you.

Thanks.

- That's great.
- I still haven't given you my best pitch.

- Sure you have.
- No.

Okay.

Look, Curly, I really want to thank you
for what you did for my son.

You know, what do you say?
Let's call it a night?

All right.

Come on, admit it. We're alone.

Admit what?

Admit you're hitting
because Primo's not around.

That's a bunch of bullshit.
Come on.

It doesn't hurt he's not around.

Come on, level with me.

Level with me.

Come on, I saved your kid.
You wanna pay me back?

Be honest with me and tell me
you're a little happy that he's dead.

- Hey.
- No, no. I'm not happy that he's dead.

Come on.

Curly. Curly, I already told you no.

No, I am not happy
that he's dead. Okay?

Okay? Can I have my hand back now?

Thanks.

I'm really tired. Really.
I'm going to sleep. Take care.

Simple "thank you"
would have been nice...

...for a teammate
who lays down a sacrifice.

Hey, look,
you need a ride or anything?

I got my own wheels. Thanks, Bob.

Good. Bradley, let's go.

If you need anything,
just call me, all right?

And I'll get back to you.
Okay, bye.

Take care. Come on, Bradley.

Hey,Bob?

Bobby. What about the glove, Bob?

Keep it!

I remember when Mick recorded this.
December '77.

We drove home at dawn.

Who's Mick?

A great friend of mine.

- Where we going?
- We're going fishing.

- Why can't my dad come?
- Your dad could come.

But he has a big game tomorrow,
and we gotta pick up Coop.

Why are we fishing at night?

Night fishing is best. No boats
to scare the fish away.

We'll sucker them in with a flashlight,
cut them up with this.

Go ahead, take it. It's yours.

- You sure?
- Yeah, it's yours. Take it.

- Well, thanks.
- Just don't cut yourself.

- Hello.
- Hey, Curly.

Hey, Bobby. Hey.

Say hello to your father.
He's on the phone.

Hi, Dad. We're going fishing.

That's great. That's great, Sean.

Listen, Curly, could you
pick up the handset so we could talk?

Sure thing, slugger.

- Yeah.
- Curly, is it raining where you are?

- No, I'm far from the beach.
- Didn't know you'd take the car.

- I thought the kid, he'd like to get away.
- Listen, Curly...

...before you do anything stupid,
I don't think this is a good idea.

You don't think. You're a lucky idiot.

I'm not fucking with you.

- All right.
- Don't get angry at me, Bob.

' Curly?
- Bob?

I just want my son back.

- Bob?
- What?

- Bobby.
- What?!

Listen to you. You're hanging on every
word I say. This is really something.

Curly, what do you want?
What do you want from me?

Don't talk back.
You show me some respect.

Without people like me,
you're nothing.

We're the ones that get you
your 40 million.

- Look, what do you want?
- What do I want?

I want when they think of you,
they think of me.

Curly, I don't know what the fuck
I did to you to piss you off...

...but my son has nothing
to do with this.

Oh, Bobby, it's not what you did to me,
it's what I did for you, number 11.

- You owe me.
- I owe you what?

Check your freezer.

I'll hang on.

- There's a surprise.
- What the f...? Curly.

- Go ahead, check your freezer.
- All right, I'll check the freezer.

Curly, don't hang up this phone.

You hear me?

Oh, my God!

He finally figures it out,
ladies and gentlemen.

It's really true what they say
about sluggers.

They are really, really stupid.

Well, I'm a pitcher, Bobby.
Pitchers use their brains.

Come on, Bradley.

We'll play a joke on him,
so you just play along.

- All right.
- Okay?

Hey, Coop.

Gil.

Gil.

- Gil Renard.
- Yeah.

Gil Renard.

Yeah, long time no see, Gil.

- This is my son.
- Hi.

Come on in, fellas.

Go ahead.

Man, that is a kick-ass car.
You done good for yourself.

You never see nothing like that
in the Bronx.

I always thought
you'd be managing by now.

- Managing?
- Yeah, in the majors.

Nobody calls me Coop anymore,
you sick son of a bitch.

How'd you find me anyway?

I looked you up.

Whose kid is that, really?

- You really want to know?
- Yeah.

- Bobby Rayburn's.
- Jesus fuck.

Same old fucking Gil. Come on.

Really?

He'll be on in a minute.

You'll recognize his voice.

All right, incoming call. Notify
incoming call. Turn off all radios.

Okay, this is it.

Bob.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Bobby, you still up?

- Bad time to be calling, huh?
- I'm up.

Hey, I hope I'm not calling at a bad time.
Probably got some people over, huh?

I can't hear you. You'll have to
turn the music down.

Oh, I'm sorry, slugger.

Curly, I want to talk to Sean.

Sean, he's asleep now, but he's doing
fine. Don't worry about him. He's fine.

- Curly, what do you want?
- I've been thinking it over.

You know, in life, life just...

...comes down to one single action.

What do you want?

I want you to hit a home run
for me, Bob.

Are you serious?

Remember that kid in chemo...

...whose life was unfair to him?

That's how I'm feeling.
My life has been unfair to me.

The only difference is, I'll be able to see
you hit that home run tomorrow.

And I got a photo here.

I'm gonna get it to you. And I want you
to put it on the Jumbotron, okay?

- Yeah.
- Then I want you to stand up and tell...

...the 50 million viewers...

...that this home run
is dedicated to Gil, a true fan.

- What do you think?
- I can't believe you're serious.

I'm serious as a heart attack, Bobby.

That's pretty serious, isn't it?

There comes a time in everybody's life
when you have to stand for something.

Otherwise, you're just
passing on through.

So, Bobby, I'm watching you.

If that pitcher goes easy on you,
I'll kill your fucking kid.

Surprise, surprise.

Hey, Bobby.

I'm still here.

Now do you care?

You get in some serious shit for that.

Cops are gonna be all over us.

Boy, all of a sudden,
you lost your sense of humor.

- Did you get it?
- Couldn't get him.

He's calling from Rayburn's car. We
should be able to nail him to the district.

You're not gonna believe this kid.
Just like old times, huh, Coop?

- You know, that's not my real dad.
- It's okay, kid.

Come on, I'm waiting.

I'm waiting. The signals.

What happened? Did you forget
everything? Come on, Coop.

Hang in there, kid.

Bring the bat up, slugger.

Come on, look like a hitter.
Bring it up.

Bring it up. Come on.

Come on! Come on, slugger,
bring the fucking bat up.

Come on.

That's my boy.

It's all right, kid, hang in there, now.
Hang in there.

Coop, you dickhead!

Come on, kid. Come on.

Go. Go. Up the fence. Come on.

Come on, push. Push. Go.

Go. Go on. Go, kid, go.

Coop, what are you doing?

Why did you do that?
We could've been teammates.

We were teammates.
We could've made it to the bigs.

It was Little League.
We were 12 years old.

Come on.

That's my boy.

Ladies and gentlemen,
leading off the second inning...

Giants center fielder, number 33,
Bobby Rayburn.

Well, the forecast is for rain tonight.

There's a mist falling as Rayburn steps
towards the box.

He's been more aggressive
the last month of the season.

Who do we have on line two?

- Just a fan.
- Hey, Mr. Fan, how you doing?

Wanna say you're lucky to be
in the stadium tonight.

Really? Why's that?

- Is that a Giants watch I hear playing?
- Yes, it is.

- Is that my buddy Gil?
- Maybe.

This will be one of the most amazing
nights in the game's history.

- "It will be incredible."
- Really? Why's that, Gil?

I'm telling you,
the Kirk Gibson homer...

...Ripken breaking Gehrig's record,
peanuts compared to tonight.

You're talking about classic moments
in baseball history.

What's happening tonight
that could top those?

Let's just say Bobby Rayburn's...

- in for the night of his life.
- Why, Gil?

Well, some people are ungrateful.
They should be taught a lesson.

Strike!

Are you calling from
inside the stadium?

- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Well..."

You got good seats? Are you behind
first base? Can you see me?

Can I see you?

Yeah, you're waving right at me.
Have a nice night.

Gil, wait. Before you hang up,
I wanted to ask you a question.

- Trying to trace the call, Jewel?
- What? What was that, Gil?

You'll never find me.

- Strike!
- Have a nice night.

Gil. Fuck!

Come on, man, go get him!

Play!

Yes!

Shit.

Now batting, number 10, Brad Tjader.

- Did you feel that raindrop?
- What?

I felt rain.

- The guy's not gonna be crazy enough...
- He's here! The guy's here.

- He could've been near a radio.
- He's in the stadium.

Look at that. That is one fine piece
of craftsmanship.

- What?
- The knife.

It's a first edition. See how it
says "prototype?

That means it's a collector's piece.

"Renard & Garrity." It's a local firm,
isn't it? Gilbert Renard?

What are you waiting for,
a clue, an invite?

This guy is gonna kill Bobby's kid
if you don't find him in nine innings.

Ladies and gentlemen, leading off
the bottom of the eighth...

number 33, Bobby Rayburn.

Bobby's as safe as Kennedy was
in Dallas. What are you looking for?

Play!

Ball one.

- What, are you walking me?
- Consider it a compliment, dickhead.

Fuck! Do you know what you're
doing to me?!

- They're giving him first base.
- Throw the pitch!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Oh, man, the ump's gonna
call the game. Oh, my... Fuck.

Oh, God, please don't do this.
I'm begging you.

Don't... Throw the pitch.

For God's sake, listen to me!
Throw the pitch!

Throw the fucking pitch!

- Do you know what you're doing to me?
- "The umpire has decided..."

to send both teams
into the dugouts.

It looks like we've got a rain delay.

Ladies and gentlemen, the umpire
has called for a rain delay...

with the Padres
leading the Giants 2 to 1.

Do you and your dad have a special
place he and you like to go?

Stadium in the Sky's
our Little League park.

My dad used to play there
when he was a kid.

Is my daddy in trouble?

Ladies and gentlemen...

we resume play with the Giants
batting in the bottom of the eighth.

Proceed to Little League park
Stadium in the Sky, 24th and Sanchez.

We pick it up in the eighth inning...

...on what might be Rayburn's
last at-bat.

They'll play on this wet field.

The cold night air is getting
to everybody. Look at Rayburn.

He's going to the mound to have
a chat with Martinez.

- Oh, shit.
- I don't give a fuck what he tells you.

Throw the ball over the plate,
or I'll break your head in.

- Fuck you.
- You hear me?

This may go back to when Martinez
pitched for Pittsburgh.

He drilled Rayburn in his back
with a fastball.

We are seeing it all tonight, Rick.

- Let's go, gentlemen.
- First pitch is at your head, buddy.

Come on, man, do this! Do this!

A critical at-bat for Rayburn,
the $40 million San Francisco Giant.

Probably his last chance
to get the Giants even.

Here in the bottom of the eighth,
the Giants trail 2 to 1.

- Swung on. Strike one.
- Strike!

All right, come on!
Come on, Bobby!

Swung on and missed. Strike two.
Rayburn in the hole.

One strike left
for Bobby Rayburn tonight.

Jesus Christ, man.

Air Seven copy. Proceeding
to Stadium in the Sky. Over.

- Man.
- They're gonna call the game.

They're gonna call this fucking game.

Two and two. Two balls, two strikes.

And Rayburn down to his last strike.

Bobby knows he's had
two pitches to drive there.

Now at 2-2, you're not gonna
get another good pitch to hit.

Maybe, since it's damp, he's having
trouble holding the ball.

This game could be called
at any second.

Play ball!

San Diego protecting
its one-run lead.

Martinez readies, steadies
and delivers to...

Rayburn drives it deep
to right center field!

' Yes!

- Run!
- Home run!

It's off the wall. Rayburn could get
three if he hustles.

Robinson having trouble
just getting to the ball.

Rayburn, rounding second,
headed for third.

He ran through the stop sign. It could
be an inside-the-park home run!

The relay from Parker!
Rayburn slides, headfirst!

And he is...

in there!

Yes!

You're out!

What is that?

Bad fucking call, man!

- You're out! Sit down!
- No, no, no.

I beat it by a fucking mile!

You're out. You're questioning my call'?
Sit down! You're out! Sit down!

You're the fucking guy!
He's the fucking guy!

It's the umpire!

What the fuck is that?

This way! Break it open!

- Shit.
- What the hell's going on?

Okay, okay.
I just want my kid back.

Batter up, Bobby.
I waited a long time for this.

No, no, no, wait.
No. Okay, look.

- Where's Sean?
- Where do you think he is?

Come on, where is my son?

Where's...? Bobby,
where's my home run?

What?! Curly. Curly.
Where's my son?!

Where is he?
I don't know.

I guess he's in that big stadium
in the sky.

I'm telling you, Curly,
if you hurt my fucking kid...

...I swear to God I'll kill you!
- Bobby. Bobby. Be nice, Bob.

What do you want from me?

I don't want anything.
I just want you to...

- I never showed you my best pitch.
- Curly!

Curly!

Freeze!

No, no, don't shoot!
He's got my son.

Now do you care?

Bobby, now do you care?

Just a little bit?

Curly, don't!

Curly, where's my son?

Where's Sean, Curly?
Where's my son?

A simple "thank you"
would have been nice.

Where's my son?

Curly, where's my son?!

There she is,
site of the old stadium.

Sean!

Sean!

Sean!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

- I love you, Sean.
- I love you, Dad.

L got him!

What you are seeing here
is a sad turn of events indeed.

Gil Renard, an unemployed
knife salesman...

was shot to death by the police
during tonight's game.

Here's how it happened.
Bobby Rayburn...