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Max Chapman has been unhittable today,

but her luck might be about to change

as in steps Josh Gibson, the homerun king.

Gibson is once again leading the league in homeruns

for the Homestead Grays,

and hitting just about anything thrown his way.

[d Nancy Sinatra: "Friday's Child"]

A thunderbolt! She's got him blinking like a baby.

And, boy, oh, boy, does this crowd love it.

Chapman's got the special sauce and the fire today.

It's not every day you see the Black Babe Ruth back on his heels.

Sorry, sweetheart.

All right, guys. Bring it in.

Hey, anybody know who that cutie is over there?

Ha! Yeah, I know her.

- Gary, I didn't know you had it in ya!

She must be deep in love.

My wife only comes to games, and I practically have to airlift her.

But that's 'cause she hates ya ass.

Well, what can I say, she just keeps showing up.

Here comes the kitten right now.

Hey, Maxine, I'm excited for Guy and Clance's party...

Mr. Vance. Max Chapman. Uh, I'm a pitcher, and you need me.

Oh. Is that so?

First, your pitcher, Mr. Fowkes,

his arm isn't what it used to be in the majors.

If I pitched practices, he'd have time to rest it.

Also, he's developed a tell on his curveball.

Yeah, I do not have a tell. Who is this?

Mr. Fowkes, you puff your cheeks every time you gonna throw a curve.

- Now, who the hell does this bitch thinks... - Guys.

Pack it up for the day.

Oh, uh...

I'm not his girl.

-Gary, don't cry, I'll be your...

Well, you're right about Fowkes.

I know.

I can throw a curve that looks like a marble over the plate.

And I can do it without sending a telegram first.

You know, a lot of these boys are going to the Majors and the Negro Leagues.

- And the rest came from there. - I know all about your team.

- I've been coming to these games since I was a little girl. - I'm sorry, kid.

Everybody on the team has to have a job at the factory.

Respectfully, sir, I'm not leaving until you see me pitch.

You'll be sleeping here then.

So, any job at the factory?

[blues music playing]

These skirts are just...

I mean, how am I supposed to squat in this?

They're gonna see my... everything.

I don't think the fellas are gonna mind too much.

I think they're cute. Peach brings out the pink in my cheeks.

[speaking Spanish] How am I going to play in a skirt?

How am I supposed to slide out on the field?

[speaking English] Hey. Hey, maybe it's just for the pictures.

Today it's for the pictures,

but you will be playing in them also.

This is bullshit.

Knock, knock, knock. Everyone decent?

[Beverly] This is your team's head of operations and PR,

also nephew of the esteemed owner of our League.

This is Mr. Alan Baker.

Just Alan. [chuckles] I'm my own man.

- Uh, yeah, we can't play in skirts. - Yeah.

We're ballplayers, not Follies Girls!

Nothing against the Follies.

- This one personally loves the Follies. - Can't get enough!

Anyway, tomorrow is your first game against the South Bend Blue Sox.

Wait. Hold on. Tomorrow?

We haven't even practiced.

To that end, um, I have some news.

You, our Rockford Peaches, will be coached by none other than...

- [imitates fanfare] - Okay, you can just say my name.

- [players gasp] - [Alan] Former Cubs pitcher Casey Porter!

- Dove! Dove Porter! - The King of the Forkball!

The one that killed the bird?

- Yeah, the dove, Jo. - Oh, right.

[chuckling]

I love a locker room.

You know, all the things people write on the walls, little prayers

they send up to the gods,

to, please, for the love of George Washington,

let them have their moment.

Now, the first thing a pitcher has to learn

is how to look in someone's eye and read them.

Are they scared? Are they thinking about their girlfriend?

As I stand here looking at all of you,

I'll tell you what I'm seeing...

That a lot of you came here looking for your moment.

- Am I right? - [player] Yes, sir.

Yeah. Good.

Then I want to see fire in those eyes. Let me see your fire.

[speaking Spanish] Fire! Fire in your eyes.

[Dove, in English] Great, yeah. Fire it up!

That's right. Let me see it. Show it to me.

Oh, light it up. Light 'em up. That's what I'm talking about.

Now, ladies, tonight I go home to make up our first-ever starting line-up.

So, let's go out there today and show me why you should be on it.

Let's go!

Let's go.

- Okay - Here we go.

[Alan] All right. This is very exciting.

[Dove] Let's go!

- [Beverly] Clickety-clack. - Here we go.

Clickety-clack.

Hi, there.

[nervously] Uh, hi, there, as well.

It's okay. What can I do you for?

I'm Carson Shaw, I'm the catcher.

I'll catch the pitches.

I'm sorry. I'm such a big fan, this is...

Okay! You're one of my dad's favorite players.

I was just wondering if maybe you would sign this.

Sure.

- Yeah, my family doesn't really believe this is real. - [chuckles]

Check this out.

- Wow. - Hang on, what's this?

- Magic. - Yeah.

Maybe your pop will magically come around once he reads this,

"Carson Shaw is a pro ballplayer,

"yours truly..."

Wow. Thank you.

Let me see the fire, Carson Shaw.

Any time.

I think with the mask on, it'll work a lot better.

'Cause I was doing it.

- Uh, okay. Okay. - I usually, uh, learn fast.

- We'll get it. You'll get it. It's your first day. - Okay. All right.

- See ya. I'm gonna go. - All right.

- Whoo! - [whistles]

This is something I can work with.

[Greta] Whoo!

Nice rip.

Nice, nice.

[groans]

- Ho. - [Jo] Hey, what's-your-name.

Wanna stop making us all look bad?

It's not my job, honey.

Here we go, Joey.

[groans]

[Greta] It's okay.

- Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.

[Dove] Hey.

Who taught you to throw like that?

I taught myself.

Me too.

Show me your curve.

Okay.

Hey, Carson Shaw. How about you make your daddy proud?

Ooh! Carson already has a new daddy? That was quick.

It was a thing you were not there for.

He's not my daddy.

- [grunts] - Oof.

Huh?

[laughing] I think I'm gonna show you my forkball.

But you are gonna have to take an oath of secrecy.

[chuckles] It's just an expression, kid, I'm not swearing you in.

Oh. [chuckles]

All right, now, look. The grip is simple.

You're symmetrically just getting in, cleaning the seams,

right where you're gonna sign your autograph in a few years.

And then, just like a fastball...

[Dove] Stay in there, Shaw.

- Okay. Okay, okay. - [player] There you go, Shaw.

Ho-ho! Way to get a round on that, Shaw.

- See, does that makes sense? - Yeah.

- All right, give it a shot. - Okay. Thanks.

You bet.

Who is that gorgeous woman? She looks just like my mother.

- [Maybelle] That means you're rich! - [Jess] I don't like her.

Oh, I know who that is. Hey, Shaw.

[Marshall] "Can womanhood survive the Rockford Peaches?"

What kind of journalism is this?

Oh, for Pete's sake! Vivienne, will you please read it?

- He sounds like my mother. - [chuckling] You do.

"First women head to the factories,

- "losing their feminine refinement..." - [Baker] Oh, God.

"And now they pick up baseball bats and fight to the death

- "to see who can be the most masculine." - Come on. Fight to the death?

- That's what it says. - That's a little far-fetched.

That just put the nail in the coffin right there, huh?

We can't even sell out a couple of hundred seats,

the girls, they look like truck drivers.

- All this before the first game? Please. - Yeah!

Before game one. Look like truck drivers.

Will you please stop repeating me, huh?

You sound like my brother. Very annoying.

That's why I'm here. I know what men want to look at. I invented that.

- So, if we can get that right, the press will follow. - That's right.

[jazz music playing]

Wonderful. Thank you so much. We cannot wait to have you here.

Great. You're welcome.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Hi, uh...

[loudly] Excuse me?

I didn't see you there.

Hi, I'm looking for a job. I'd like an application, please.

Oh, we don't have any applications.

You must have missed that pile of them right there.

Oh! There is. Oops.

But, you know what, we don't have a pen.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, I have a pen!

I did have a pen.

I don't anymore.

It's okay. I have my own pen.

But, you know what, we're actually not hiring, though.

So the pen thing was wrong.

Mmm.

So then why are all these women here?

- Volunteer sewing drive. - Ladies' lunch.

The factory is sponsoring a ladies' lunch

for volunteers to sew.

The Roosevelt Order says if you're doing war work you have to consider me.

Fine. I'll consider you right now.

And I will, as well.

The women here do more delicate work than I think you could handle.

- Thanks for your interest. - Bye, now.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh.

- Thank you so much. - Aw, thank you. Thank you.

So, are you still giving me the silent treatment or has that ended?

Did you get home okay last night?

I'm just trying to focus on playing ball.

Can you please just leave me alone?

You don't want to be left alone.

Yes, I do.

[grunts]

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in the game.

The game is the fuel.

The fuel makes the fire.

- [Greta chuckles] - I can see you thinking, honey.

It reminds me of something my friend Babe used to say,

"You gotta swing from the heart, Dove, not from the head."

Babe... Babe Ruth?

That's right.

- Huh. Hmm. - [chuckles]

It's kind of a lot for someone who just played in majors

for three years, don't you think?

His arm gave out.

And maybe you should listen to him about the heart.

Oh, yeah, maybe I should. Or maybe I should just hit the goddamn ball.

Maybe if you could.

Maybe I will, if you would stop talking to me.

[Greta grunts]

Aw, come on, Shaw. I need a wall back there.

I wanna be calling you flypaper.

All right, let's call it for today.

Come on, bring it around. Bring it around. Bring it in.

Great work today, Peaches. Give yourself some applause.

Whoo!

The world is dark. But we are here to entertain these people

and bring them baseball,

eight to ten inches of calf,

and all the other things that say to me "America."

Sorry. Pardon me. Mr. D, was that it for today?

'Cause we got a game tomorrow.

I thought we were going all night.

Ladies, we have a group activity tomorrow.

Everyone please be downstairs at 8:00 a.m. sharp.

- Do I need to be at that? - You do not.

- [Jo] 8:00 a.m.? - Thank you.

Listen, I know you're nervous. It's a very big day tomorrow.

But I like an awful lot of what I was seeing today.

And just remember,

if you don't feel ready, that's exactly what makes you ready.

I don't know.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Greta] What?

[player muttering]

- [Fern] Good night. - [sighs]

[Shirley] Carson! Telephone.

[Greta] I'm sure it was so frustrating to have to make that pie.

[mouthing]

You never told me you had a sister.

You can't just talk to people.

[Carson sighs]

Oh, my goodness, Meg! I have so much to talk to you about.

[Meg] Like how you ran away to play baseball in Illinois?

The Williamsons saw you at the train station.

Emily said you were sweating and your bra was out.

Yeah, it was visible, but, like, not on purpose.

I got caught on a fence.

[Meg] Do you know how embarrassing it is for Dad to have the entire town

gossiping about where you are?

I mean, what are they saying?

- He already has to explain why you don't have children. - All right, well...

Everyone doesn't have babies

immediately after getting married like you, Meg, so...

[Meg] Yeah, most people do within seven years.

[sighs] I just wish Mom were here, Carson, so you weren't my problem.

I am not a problem.

[Meg] I need to get on with my day. So I opened the mail at your house.

Charlie wrote to you. His return is delayed.

Um, did he say why? I mean, was there anything else in the letter?

Do you mind giving me some privacy, please?

Sure. Here.

I think you should read this book. You'll like it.

[Meg] Carson, you know what?

Write your husband. Unless... Are you leaving him?

What? No. Did Greta say something to you?

And, you know, what, I did write Charlie. He knows exactly where I am.

I was inside Baker Field, Meg.

I used to... I used to talk about this.

I used to dream about this.

Can't you just be happy for me?

[Meg] It sounds like someone's played a game on you, Carson.

You know what? I need to go, I have a real life.

You know what, I'll send you newspaper clippings,

- so you can see just how real my life is. - [Meg hangs up]

- [dial tone] - [women chatting faintly]

- [Greta] And we know exactly what we're gonna do. - [Jo] That's right.

[Greta] Take the money that we make here and we're gonna head to...

- [Greta and Jo] California. - [Greta] I'm gonna be in pictures.

I just hope that we actually get a paycheck before then.

[scoffs] What are you talking about? You don't think this is gonna last?

Eh, it's a little too good to be true, don't you think?

No. I actually think this is the exact amount of good to be true.

- Okay. I wouldn't get your hopes up, farm girl. - [Greta laughs]

I get it.

Don't get too comfortable, we're all gonna die.

There has to be a formal warning if death is mentioned, I think.

- That's a rule, so... - Um, well...

I guess, I just hope that people actually come to our games.

I think people are gonna come to the games.

Dove Porter is our coach.

- I mean, it's gonna be great. - [players agreeing]

- Has anyone actually seen the newspaper today? - Any of you?

- Whoa. - No.

- 'Cause you should. You should. - [players muttering]

[Maybelle] "Can womanhood survive the Rockford Peaches?"

Hey, my arms aren't burly.

Are you trying to get in my head?

I don't know what you're talking about, Carson.

[players continue chatting]

[sighs heavily]

Carson? Carson?

Yeah. You okay?

I'm worried. Like, what if this whole thing falls apart?

Or I get cut? I can't go home. Can't go home.

- Oh, me neither. - Oh, but you have a husband.

I have nothing. I have a chair.

I have a gorgeous chair, but, I mean, technically, it belongs to my parents.

It's not even my chair.

I don't know.

I feel like I'm supposed to be here, you know?

I don't know if I've ever felt that way before.

You think it's true?

What they wrote about us in the paper?

You know what I think is true?

We're playing professional baseball tomorrow.

[blues music playing]

[Toni] Look at this.

Mmm.

You're getting good.

Like mother, like daughter.

Not quite. Come on. Sit down.

- Here we go. - Mm-hmm.

[music continues on radio]

- Mmm-mmm-mmm. - [chuckles]

You know, I didn't always want to work at a salon either.

This place almost didn't happen.

They only gave me the loan in the end because I have a man's name.

To this day, I think Rockford Bank and Trust

thinks that Toni Chapman,

the owner of the finest salon in town, is a man.

You never told me that before.

- You think I should tell them? - Nah.

[both laugh]

[upbeat music playing]

Everyone downstairs, ladies.

Very good. Follow me into the living room.

I will take that, Mrs. Shaw. Thank you.

Everyone into the living room, ladies.

[Beverly] Two lines.

Oh! Maybe we died, and in heaven they make your house a department store.

[Beverly] Like ladies, please, not livestock.

Miss McCready.

Ladies, please allow me to introduce Vivienne Hughes,

of Vivienne Hughes Cosmetics. The most expensive woman on the East Coast.

[giggles] Are we getting a makeover?

[whispering] She's a multi-millionaire.

[whispering] We should suck up to her then!

We've got a game tonight.

- We gotta get in the right headspace. - Shh.

Ladies, I'm here to make you palatable for an audience.

To make you look and act like the beautiful ladies behind me.

[clicks]

Georgia, you gotta stop comin' in here

already doing half your hair. Look at this.

[Georgia] I just need you to do the rest.

I'm right-handed and I can't do the other side.

- You better charge her for the whole thing! - You know I will.

- You two are something else. - Mornin', ladies!

- Morning! - Nice to see you back in town.

Mrs. Turner. It is been too long. How have you been?

Busy and blessed.

Lovely to hear.

Hello, darling.

- I can set you up right over here! -Okay.

Make yourself at home, okay?

- [Mrs. Turner] Okay. - All right.

She's in early for the revival.

So you set her up, but I'll take her.

- I want to make 'em extra special. - Okay.

- [Toni] All right, we'll be right with you. - Thank you.

[Toni] Hey now, Lynn,

I think that dress is the same one I saw you wear in the market yesterday?

What? The same dress two days in a row?

I'm not surprised.

Now, I could try to lie,

give you fools a line about how I ain't got as many dresses as the Chapman ladies,

but I won't, because I had a night.

- Ooh, well, good for you. - What?

It's been, what, five years since you had a night?

Oh. Mm-mmm. More like 35.

[Lynn] You remember that night we went out with Bertie to the moonshine farm?

- Oh, that was a night! - Now, that was a night!

[both laughing]

Why you bring up my sister in here?

- Mornin', all. - Do you not know any better?

Dang, who died?

- [Toni] Hey, Clance. - [Lynn] Thank God.

So, what's the plan?

Well, for my hair I was thinking something like...

You know it.

Oh, that's a good look for you. Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, we could do that. - [Lynn] Love that.

Why is this such a big deal? We were at the wedding, it was lovely.

- The wedding sets you up as a couple. - [Toni] Exactly!

The housewarming sets you up to the community.

You don't know what it means to have your own house.

- [all] Amen. - Mm-hmm.

And, Clance, what is this I hear about a crab boil?

Uh, yeah. [chuckles]

Guy's family said if the crab boil wasn't perfect,

they're going straight back to Louisiana, so...

Ooh, I haven't had crab since before the war. Y'all fancy.

Max, don't forget, we have to pick up the crab and then to Hank's

for the phonograph and then my periwinkle dress.

Yeah. Mmm. That does sound like a lot to carry though.

Especially, if we wanna protect the Lena Horne hairstyle.

Yeah, it's a lot to protect.

You can use your dad's truck.

[swing jazz playing]

- [all laughing] - Y'all see the way they play me?

[music continues on radio]

Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look...

- Don't... Oh! - [Max] Too late. Sorry.

You pointed it out, I wouldn't have seen it. And I don't care.

I got a new team. Just gotta get the job first.

It's okay. I'm gonna get my shot.

How're you gonna tell Toni that you got another job? 'Cause I don't think...

I'mma just tell her. I don't care what she thinks.

- Let's get some crab. - [Max] Let's do it.

- Hi, Frank. - Hey!

Here for the crab.

You know, I've never seen crabs in real life.

Okay, it's crab. Not crabs.

Guy's gonna be so excited.

He gets emotional over seafood.

They supposed to look like this?

Prawns? This is a crate of prawns.

Could've swore that was your crab, but it's the only crate left.

Do you realize how important the crab is for the night?

- It's a crab night. We need the crab. - I understand that.

What kind of fish guy are you? You didn't check the box?

- That's, like, your whole job. - Mr. Beaumont was just here.

He must have your crab.

So what? I'm supposed to go and find Mr. Beaumont now?

I can give you his address. I don't know if you want...

Or, you know, that's him right there. With the hat. He got your crab.

- Why didn't you just say that? Take that. - Wait, hold on.

- We're taking the prawn? - Yes.

- You wanna take the prawn? - Leave that there.

[Frank] It's a lot of liquid and...

[Clance] Okay, we got the address, so let's go to Mr. Beaumont's.

Okay, so time wise, it's either the phonograph or the dress, right?

Yeah. I mean, who needs music for a party anyway, right?

We can just sing or something.

I take it back, phonograph it is!

Uh, one second.

What? What, you see the crab?

Hey!

Here to embarrass me again?

Should I call a crowd over to watch?

You embarrassed me, letting all those people think I was your girl.

Didn't know that was so bad.

It's not. Uh...

Uh...

You recruiting?

Coach Vance said I need a job to get on the team.

Listen, Maxine, even if you hadn't made a fool of me in front of the entire team,

I can't help you.

They're not hiring Black women.

They just won't say it straight out because of the Roosevelt Order.

[truck horn honking]

What if you submitted me as Max Chapman, instead of Maxine?

What happens when you show up? It's my job on the line.

Just pretend you didn't know.

Come on, Gary! Live a little.

I thought you had my back.

I been having your back for a while now.

Maybe I should stop.

Max! I'm gonna go.

I'mma see you tonight, and we gonna talk more about this, okay? Okay?

- [truck engine starts] - Sounds great!

- [Clance] Get your ass in the car! I'm leaving! - I'm coming. Stop!

Clance, you can't carry them crabs by yourself!

There are five face shapes.

Only one which is naturally attractive.

So, I think today we will be focusing on the other four.

Okay, too Semitic.

Too mysterious.

Uh, we have vampire teeth here, that can be filed.

- Lovely brows. - [Greta] Mmm.

- Hair with volume, and lovely color. - [Greta chuckles]

Farm hands.

- [Alan] Farm face. - Okay. I've never even been to a farm.

From today, your whole lives, public and private,

must reflect our All-American values,

the board's approval and my uncle's taste.

This is bullshit!

Yeah, I didn't think we'd have to do this kind of stuff here.

It's like they want us to hit a home run,

and then curtsy before them with a crumpet in our hand.

- No thanks, chumps! - They're making us into a joke.

[Vivienne] Or keeping you from becoming one.

If you want access to their world, this is the price of admission.

Once you're in, it's up to you to decide what you want.

So, what did you want?

Autonomy.

I built an empire, I traveled the world.

I married a younger man.

He's kept very well, and I keep my freedom.

[d Peggy Lee: "Why Don't You Do Right"]

You wanna glide through the room,

you wanna float into your husband or your husband-to-be's arms.

Someday. [giggles]

- You're not married yet? - Oh, no, I'm not married.

- Oh. - [Greta] I just got to believe my guy's out there.

Although, I hope I hit a homer first.

[both laugh]

Oh! Gotta go.

This is so stinkin' stupid. Do I look like an All-American girl now?

I think you need to hold and apply rouge.

- [Carson laughs] - Cool it, Shaw.

Why don't you cool it? Stop telling me what to do.

And, curtsy.

Miss Dannely, thank you so much, but that will be all.

- I can do it how you'd like me to do it. - I don't believe you can. dear.

[Beverly] I'm so sorry, dear. It's going to be all right.

[Vivienne] There will be a train ticket waiting for you after you've packed.

[Greta] Why do you think they're doing all this, Carson?

It's to make sure that we don't look like a bunch of queers. Do you get that?

That's what all of this is.

Or maybe it just doesn't affect you,

Mrs. Shaw.

Miss McCready, thank you so much.

It's been a pleasure to have you here.

- No, you can't. - No, Jess was helping us with our makeup,

which is why she doesn't have her makeup on yet.

Then I suggest that you return the favor. Now.

[Greta] We're gonna help you.

And, curtsy.

All right, so we just knock on the door,

swap the prawn for the crab,

and it over, right?

Maybe we should leave the floor prawn in the car for now.

Let's feel it out.

Feel it out. Right. Okay.

[jazz music playing]

Okay.

- Hi. Is Mrs. Beau... - Shh.

...mont there?

Okay.

Aunt Bee had a big heart,

and she had the best of intentions.

But when it came time for her to help me learn how to ride that bike,

I found out that Aunt Bee didn't know how to ride a bike either.

So, what she did...

- [Max] We need to leave. - Not without my crab.

- You know how I feel about dead people. - Okay, just calm down!

Sorry. [clears throat] Do you know if they're gonna be serving any crab later?

I mean, not for me, for her. You know, 'cause you know how she liked her food...

Probably...

- I need to leave. - No! No!

- Yes. - Just calm down, okay?

Don't move, I'm gonna find the kitchen.

Oh. Sorry, just, uh, looking for a tissue.

[nephew, muffled] I noticed that Aunt Bee could sometimes be mean as a snake...

Damn it! Okay. Crab, crab, crab.

[breathing heavily] Crab... Crab...

[sobbing] No! No!

- Oh, sweetheart. - No!

I miss her too. I miss her too.

Fuck, Mrs. Beaumont.

God, we need to get that crab.

We have to go to Schwartz'.

What? No! My momma don't even go there.

Plus you know they're gonna charge us double. We should go to Patty's,

- get your dress, and then we... - No, I'm picking the crab.

- For Guy, I'm picking the crab. - You sure?

Mmm.

Okay.

[jazz music playing]

Remember, we're allowed here by law.

You wanna remind them of that? 'Cause I don't think they got the memo.

Crab! Excuse me. [clears throat]

Excuse me, sir!

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Hi.

Uh, can...

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

Sir, can we... Okay.

It don't matter.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't even matter, it's fine.

It seems like it does.

You've always had Toni making things nice for you.

You don't know what it is to have to build a home and a name for yourself.

I just didn't want to embarrass myself or Guy tonight.

But look at me. I don't have any crab,

so the invitations that I've drew crab all over is stupid now,

and looks like I was showing off about crab, they gonna think, "Oh, she's..."

- I'll be right back. - Wait, what?

- Where you... - I'll be back.

Max!

Max!

[sighs]

Ooh. That's a cute diner. I'm starving.

How do you know if your shoulders are even?

They must be even enough. You're still here.

I gotta get my mind right to pitch tonight.

Ugh!

Oh! Oh. I have really specific dietary restrictions,

so I have to go to the market.

But I just realized I've actually never been alone in public before.

Do you wanna come with me?

- Um, sure. Yeah. - Great.

Uh, we'll meet you at the ballpark.

Sir.

Sir?

I know you can hear me. I'm not leaving.

[Carson] So, it's fresh tuna that has more protein? That's the thing?

[Shirley] You're kidding, right?

Carson, please tell me that you're not eating canned fish.

- Botulism can and will kill you. - Okay.

- [clerk] Hi, there. - Hi!

Uh, half a pound of your freshest tuna please?

Yes. And I have my ration card.

Hi. Um, we talked the other night, I don't know if you remember.

I just wanted to clear up anything that, um,

you might have seen that might've felt off. Uh...

I'm not gonna say anything. I don't care.

Okay. Okay.

[clears throat] Miss?

Can I help you with anything?

Uh, actually, I was here first.

- Right? - Yeah, yeah. She was here first.

What do you want?

[upbeat jazz song playing]

Um, I have a order here for one Miss Lena Horne?

Oh, my God! You did not! Oh, my God!

Be careful.

- Ah! - [both laughing]

Welcome to the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League's first game.

And get ready to meet the South Bend Blue Sox and your own Rockford Peaches.

[crowd cheering]

[music ends]

[organ National Anthem playing]

- Wow, this is happening. - Yeah.

You three were specifically not invited to my party. Go.

We came to the party to make sure it's lame, and it's confirmed.

- You better shut up, Cecil. - It's Big C.

Big C, my ass! Now take your comics and scram.

What is that? That my Superman?

I told you not to steal my comics!

- That's my Superman! - [Clance] No.

- Let's go. - [Clance] Remember I said I was taking it

after you got peanut butter on my Wonder Woman.

Please.

Dumbass! Oh, God. Welcome. Hi.

Oh! Thank you. That's nice. Put that there, I got crabs.

Guy! We're back!

Uh, okay, here I come, baby.

Hey, don't go nowhere, y'all.

I'mma get that crab to you in just a second now.

How you doin'? Uh...

Hey, baby. I was wondering where you were. You all right, baby?

No, um... No, 'cause I didn't get the dress, and I messed up,

so it's just a mess.

And I can't talk to people like that, so I'm gonna go dress...

- All right, slow down... - No. It's okay.

Hey, hey, I got this.

Um, can you put the crab in that pot and watch 'em? Thank you.

[door opens]

[Guy] All right, where is it?

Now, you're already a case of lovely,

but I especially think you look perfect...

in this.

Mwah.

[chuckles] Look at that. Is that Lena Horne I see?

[both laugh]

[rhythmical music playing]

[announcer] Whoa, baby, look at the speed on that!

Our starting pitcher, Lupe Garcia, hails from Spain.

Look out, fellas. Her fastball is as hot as her temper.

Spain goes down a little easier than Mexico.

Caliente!

[announcer] Shirley Cohen up.

In addition to swinging the bat,

she also enjoys playing the flute and baking bread.

[crowd groans]

[umpire] Strike!

Safe!

[umpire] Strike three, you're out.

That's my girl!

[Jo] Get it! Get it! Get it! There we go.

Just like that!

[Jo] There we go! There we go!

McCready!

- [Carson] That's it! - That's how you do it, Gill.

[Dove] Hustle in.

Hustle in.

[Greta] I'm up.

Now, that's good baseball. Put some wood on it, Gill.

I think I will, sir.

- Wish me luck. - Good luck.

[clicks] Thanks.

Here we go, bird.

Let's go.

[announcer] Greta Gill keeps them off first base with a "come hither" look in her eye!

And, boys, she's single!

- She's lovely. - Yes.

[announcer] Who wants her telephone number? I know I do.

[Dove] Give it a knock.

- Viv, I owe ya. - Hmm?

[chuckles] Oh, you're paying me. So much.

This is gonna work.

Strike!

[crowd groans]

[heckler] Hey, honey, what's your bra size?

I like to know the players' stats!

You know, you're much prettier than the papers make you sound. [laughs]

[music resumes]

Here we go.

Go, you got it.

Hey, if you want a date with me, you're gonna have to shake it a little.

- [crowd groans] - [umpire] Strike!

- [music resumes] - [Greta chuckles]

You got this. Come on. Come on!

That's right, honey. Just keep your eyes on my balls.

- Strike three, you're out! - [crowd groans]

- Is he serious? - Did he say balls?

[heckler] It's okay. I can make it feel better.

Just blow me some more of those kisses.

[announcer] And here comes third baseman, Jo De Luca.

Let's go, slugger.

You got this, Joey.

[announcer] Fellas, she might speak softly to you, but she carries a big stick.

[man] All right, De Luca.

[Maybelle] Come on, Joey!

[Dove] De Luca.

- [crowd groans] - Strike!

[heckler] Maybe if you lost a few pounds, we'd at least have something nice to look at.

Hey, maybe if you would learn to shut your big, fat mouth...

Miss Gill. No.

[bat hits ball]

[announcer] Foul ball by De Luca. Count now, oh and two.

[organ music playing]

Strike three! You're out!

[heckler] I think she's gonna cry!

Oh, come on, honey! Smile!

You could quit playing ball right now, come sit on my lap! It'll feel a lot better.

She asked for it, look at her.

[Carson] We can't let them just say this shit about us.

- Yeah, make him stand up, I'll take him out at the knees. - Yeah.

These are your customers.

And Mr. Baker can't afford to lose any more.

So please, ladies, chins up, smiles on.

Hey, if you wanna fish for snapper,

you can't go after it like a steelhead with sand shrimp, right?

Hey, you know what? I'll take care of it.

[jaunty piano music playing]

[Dove] Can I have a quick word?

Oh, my!

Hey, Momma.

Hi. You look good.

- Thank you. [chuckles] - Mm-hmm.

- And thank you, Daddy. - Anytime, kiddo.

[chuckles]

Hey, Ellie!

- Look at her! - Yeah, we made that.

- We did, baby. - Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Guy.

I haven't had a boil this good in I don't know how long.

You put your foot in this food.

Whoo! Yes! [laughs] Told ya! [chuckles]

You all right?

Yeah.

Just Miss Toni said it was good,

so that means it's extra good.

Means I hit a home run.

[announcer] That'll do it today for the Rockford Peaches, who lose one to nothing.

Strong first outing from Lupe Garcia.

Maybe next time, the Peaches will bring their bats to the park.

We looked like idiots out there.

I give us two weeks tops.

Okay, all right, we had one bad first game. It's gonna get better.

- [Carson] This is pro ball... - [Greta] It was bad.

- I know. It has to get better though, right? - It was bad.

Does it?

- Excuse me. - Hi.

Hi, I've come to pass on a note from the board.

You're a bit too much out there,

so if you could be a little sweeter, a little, a little less.

Of course. Mm-hmm.

Good. Hmm.

Jo, you go home. I'll meet you guys there.

- [Jo] You good? - [Greta] Yeah.

[Marshall] We just need a little more competition.

The girls, they need your help.

[Dove] Well, I am not a magician.

Actually, I am, but that's besides the point.

No, Casey, you're a coach.

Yeah. I was just going to agree, you should...

[Dove] Hey, I came here to get back on the map, okay?

Not to have my reputation ruined by you with this garbage.

[Marshall] I'm sorry, your reputation?

Look, if you wanna go back to selling boat insurance, please, be my guest!

I'm sorry, Nathan.

If you want the game to be more exciting, you have to shorten the skirts.

All right? These girls just don't have the fire.

Mr. Porter. You were right.

Right?

It goes down easier if you know it's a joke, right?

[slow jazz playing]

Hey, I was just looking for you.

I'm sorry, [chuckles] about before.

Uh...

Would you like to dance?

Yeah.

So, you give any more thought to what I said about the job?

You don't quit!

I promise, if it goes bad, I'll take the fall.

I would really, really, really appreciate it, Gary.

Fine.

I'll put your name on the list,

"Max."

Wait, that's not the only reason you wanted to dance with me, right?

It's not the only reason.

[crying]

[song ends]

[sniffles]

- Hey. - Hey. [sniffles]

Hey, um...

I think I left my makeup bag in here. I, um...

Greta.

It's okay.

I really let them get to me.

It's okay to want things. I think.

I feel like whenever I really

let myself want something, it never really goes right.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

I just... I really needed this to be real.

Who says it's not real?

I mean, you did.

You said the league won't even last two weeks, if we're lucky.

- You haven't unpacked anything. - Okay.

They get to tell us how long this lasts,

and what we wear, and what our eyebrows look like,

and they get to tell us whether or not we can

talk back to the fucking assholes in the stands. But...

they don't get to tell us whether or not this is real.

That's us.

Yeah.

[d Nina Simone: "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"]

[knock on door]

Oh.

I like this look.

Oh, yeah?

I could've done these nails just as good.

I prefer an after-hours appointment.

[Max laughs]

[song continues]

[jazz piano music playing]

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