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[Mabel Scott singing
"Baseball Boogie"]

[male on loudspeaker]
'Whoo-wee, what a doozy, folks.'

'It's only an exhibition game'

'but it's had all
the drama of a seventh game'

'of the World Series.'

It's the bottom of the ninth
and the negro league All-Stars

are dead even
with the major leaguers

at three apiece.

'At bat for the negro leaguers,
Clyde Taylor'

'already two doubles
and a single.'

This kid has
been sensational.

[male #1]
'Show him how
it's done, Rookie.'

♪ I'm a Big League pitcher.. ♪

Time.

[crowd booing]

Looky here

what'd I tell you, Jackie?

Man is shakin'
in his shoes.

No, you watch.

Young fella's
gonna be just fine.

'He's got a ton of guts.'

How's this one grab you?

♪ Do you baby know
what it's all about ♪

Just right.
Thanks, Crumbs.

Make us famous, would you?

[applause and cheering]

[dramatic music]

Money, marbles or chalk,
gentlemen?

I'm taking all bets
my rookie hits this ball

'clear over the grandstand.'

You can do it, Honey Pie.
Just one more pitch. This is it.

I'll send you back to the cotton
fields, you hear me, boy?

The count is three and two.

'Here's the wind-up..'

'...and the pitch.'

[dramatic music]

[ball cracks against bat]

[crowd cheering]

♪ That will make you
swing down low ♪

♪ You can't pick it up baby ♪

♪ That means
your strokes too slow ♪

Yes.

♪ When I wind up.. ♪♪

[cheering]

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

[flashbulb pops]

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ♪

Alright, Leonard,
you just wait for yours now.

Keep your eye on that ball.

You can do it.
Wait for your pitch.

Alright, come on, Leonard.
Good eye. You can do it.

'Watch that ball.'

- How old is he now?
- Eleven.

He didn't get that good
Jeffries size, did he?

[Will]
'His mom's an
itty-bitty thing.'

I'll tell you what,
kid's got a motor on him.

He's fast, huh?

Problem is, can't hit
the ball to save his life

and never gets on base.

Hey, Uncle Will.
Mr. Stillman.

Hey, Leonard.
Looking good out there, son.

If I could only
hit the dang ball.

[Stillman]
'Aw, the hits will come.'

- You've got the mechanics.
- I do?

What have I been
telling you?

Still, I'm no Clyde Taylor.

[chuckles]
Let's get you home.

Oh, who's Clyde Taylor?

- You never heard of him?
- Uh-uh.

He was the best
of the best.

Maybe even better
than Babe Ruth, right?

That's what my pops
used to tell me.

Took the old negro leagues
by storm.

But not for very long.

'Cause somebody
killed him, right?

- That's true.
- Who?

- No one ever knew.
- Not even the police?

Sometimes there's
no good evidence.

The police have
to put the case away.

And we're left
with just a mystery.

But what if it was
the Babe who got murdered?

I mean, instead of Clyde.

Would the olden day cops
let that be a mystery?

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Clyde Taylor, 20.
Beaten to death.

Next to his car
outside Connie Mack Stadium.

No return to the scene
of the crime.

The stadium was
torn down in the '70s.

Body was found
after an exhibition game

between the negro league
All-Stars

and a group
of major leaguers.

They found him
still in his uniform.

Assigned has down
there was a smear

on the front
of his jersey.

- 'Yeah?'
- A tobacco stain.

[Rush]
'The backside
was caked in blood.'

Oh, story went, Clyde
was attacked from behind.

Struck down with
his very own bat.

Which adds up, his gear bag
and mitt were found next to him.

- The bat was missing.
- '40s was different era.

Ball players lugging
around their own gear.

Might explain why
Clyde had his uniform on.

Colored players probably
weren't allowed to shower.

Hmm. Suspects?

They were looking at Tyler Cage.
The losing pitcher.

The one Clyde hit a home run
off to win the game.

The players heard him jawing
at Clyde using racial slurs.

[Will]
'But ultimately he had a alibi.'

Postgame press conference
hadn't even started.

Cage was seen
across town drinking

away his postgame blues.

Located the "Last to see."

Mr. Joe Crumbly.
Goes by Crumbs.

[instrumental music]

[Will]
'Mr. Crumbly, you were
the clubhouse manager'

'for Clyde's team,
the Philly Steel-Drivers?'

Check.

Also on board
for the All-Star game

the day Clyde was killed.

You two were the last ones
out of the locker room.

Check.

Clyde wanted to avoid
the spotlight.

So, he waited for the mob
to die down.

Hammers a homer
and then liked to lay low?

That's how he was.

So, I pick up the slack.

'Be the braggadocios one.'

See, I believe Clyde.

'Had he lived,
would have been the first'

to cross the color line.

Not Jackie Robinson.

So going back.

Do you remember
if Clyde was carrying

a bat with him that night?

Made sure he had it
in his bag.

I-It was the bat
he hit the home run with.

The home run off
of a Tyler Cage.

- The opposing pitcher.
- Yes, ma'am.

What was your opinion
of him?

The man was lower
than oil dirt.

Ask me who killed Clyde.
My money's on him.

'Because of
the popping off he did'

during the game, race-wise?

What was said during the game
was never an issue.

But off the field.

Well, that was
a different story.

[laughing]

[jazz music]

Hey, Mr. Taylor.
Can I have your autograph?

What's your name,
young fella?

Troy.

Okay. Troy.

- Best of luck to you, son.
- Gee, thanks.

Now when I go to the toilet,
I'll have something to use.

[boys giggling]

Hey, you little bastards!
Get back here!

[music continues]

Come here.

I recognize you.
You're the batboy.

- So?
- You're the pitcher's son.

Let me have him.

Keep your cotton-pickin'
hands off me, you big ape.

What are you gonna do?

Hit a kid?

I'd like my name back.

I'm telling my dad.

You're gonna be sorry
you didn't keep

your paws to yourself,boy.

[music continues]

Rotten to the core.
Just like his pa.

You never told
the police this story?

Never figured it meant much.

Just another jerk kid
being a jerk.

How is it you became
involved with

what was an
all-black organization?

[Crumbly]
'I knew Clyde since the war.'

'Saw him play ball
with the other servicemen.'

'Then we're home.'

I heard the local negro team
was holding tryouts.

So I rung him up.

Next, Clyde makes
the team.

And tells me
I'm coming along with him.

[instrumental music]

Troy, we know about
that stunt you pulled

on Clyde after the game.

'Asking for his autograph.'

So?

So we also know
you ran and told

your dad he put
his hands on you.

That don't mean dad went back
and did something about it.

He's dead ten years.
Let him rest in peace.

That game ended
his career.

- That gives him motive.
- He had an alibi.

So maybe people
lied for him.

Look, we know the history.

A white pitcher who loses
to a black team in 1945

may have just pitched
himself out of baseball.

Your dad must have
hated Clyde.

Not as much as Moody
he didn't.

Who's Moody?

Moody Brown.

The player Clyde replaced
on the lineup that day.

How would you know
about that?

When you're seven years old..

...being a batboy's
like, the, um..

...cat's ass.

Down on the field,
up close and personal..

...you hear what the players
are really talking about.

Are you saying
you saw something go down

between Moody
and Clyde?

Had the best seat
in the house.

[Louis Jordan singing
"Five Guys Named Moe"]

♪ I wanna tell you a story
from way back ♪

♪ Truck on down
and dig me Jack ♪

♪ There's Big Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da♪

♪ Little Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da ♪

♪ Four-eyed Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da♪

♪ No Moe ♪♪Doodly-doodly da-da♪

♪ Look at brother ♪

♪ Look at brother ♪

Best not be thinkin'
about nothin'..

...but handin' over that ball.

Real nice.

♪ Moe Moe Moe ♪

♪ Who's the greatest
band around ♪

Mister, what's that scar
on your face?

Ask around.

'See what you hear.'

You!

Stop right there!

♪ Five guys named Moe ♪

♪ They came out of nowhere ♪

I just heard I ain't
playing because of you.

I'm in the lineup?
I didn't know.

Don't worry, rookie.
Ha-ha-ha. We fine.

We all in this
together, right?

- 'Cause we only got one day.
- One day?

Tomorrow,
those major leaguers

go back to being
the boys of summer.

We go back to being the boys
who shine their shoes.

I wouldn't
look at it that way.

Look here, what do you say
you pull a lame

for old Moody
one time, hmm?

You're asking me
to fake an injury.

Not till late
in the game.

Just give me one at bat.
One moment.

Moody, I want you to play.
I do.

But I couldn't live
with myself.

Alright, then.

Ahh.
Let me go.

'You're breaking my hand.'

Right, I'm breaking
your hand.

You don't see
to it I get the bat

I'm gonna break your head.
Understand?

Hey, what's going on?

We just funnin', Jackie.

Like a pair of old giggling
pickaninnies over here.

[laughing]

So, Moody made a threat.

We both know players
talk smack

when it comes to playing time.

Yeah.

But when Clyde hit
that home run..

...all the negroes
ran out on the field

like they just won
the World Series.

All except Moody.

[Sutton]
'What was the deal
with the scar?'

You follow up on that?

Negro player told me
he got it in a

pop bottle fight
with his cousin.

And?

And his cousin
wasn't around no more.

Excuse me, sir.

'Are you Moody Brown?'

Sitting here in front
of this shop, ain't I?

Who else am I gonna be?

Detectives Jeffries
and Valens, Moody.

We wanna talk to you
about Clyde Taylor.

Why you wanna come here
drudging up that old mess?

We may have a crack
in the case.

From 60 years ago,
what crack you got?

[Will]
'One matter concerns you.'

Has to do with Clyde

cutting into
your playing time.

Aw, that's a stale story.

And one you need
to tell us about.

I played the negro leagues.

I made my hundred
dollars a month.

Beyond that, sorry.

My memory's broke.

A witness heard you tell
Clyde you'd bust his head

if you didn't play.

And youdidn'tplay.

I'll admit I was ready
to square off with Clyde.

I'm the squaring-off type.

And a game against
the major leaguers

didn't come around every day.

Colored player got to feel
what it was like to be equal..

...if only for three hours
on a Sunday afternoon.

But you didn't get that.

Sir, I wanted a career.

A real one.

'Negro tell you
that wasn't on his mind..'

...he's a liar.

Major league scouts
are out there.

I can tell, they're
just a-licking their chops.

Yeah, they're waiting to spot me
throw my double wind-up.

What do you think will look best
on old Satchel there, rookie?

Yankee pinstripes

'or Dodger blue?'

Either one should
look real sharp.

So long as it comes
with a rocking chair.

[laughing]

[Satchel]
'Oh, Lordy, Lordy.'

Booker T. Washington
be telling a joke now.

[laughing]

[Crumbs]
'Oh, what about
the color line?'

I mean, you really think
someone's gonna break through?

Satchel, any opinions
on the subject?

Well, let me see, uh..

Who's the best pitcher
Joe DiMaggio

said he'd ever faced?

And I give a
good interview, too.

[laughing]

[stool crashing]

Come on, Moody, calm down.

Aw, he's just sore
'cause you're the future.

Truth be told, Clyde'll
beat us all to the majors.

There a problem, gentlemen?

No, sir, Mr. D.

Fine.

May I have a minute, Clyde?

♪ It's gotta be this or that ♪

The boys are heaping
some high praise on you.

All this talk
about the majors.

I think it's best
to pay that no mind.

That's good.

Because I own your black ass..

...and don't you forget it.

♪ This or that.. ♪♪

So Dandridge saw
the writing on the wall

end of the negro leagues

and his millions
going down the drain.

But if he could
hold onto Clyde..

...maybe his team
somehow survives.

What did Dandridge mean,
saying he owned Clyde?

I don't know.

But back in them days..

...a millionaire black man
didn't become one..

...playing by the rules.

[Rush]
'So the negro leagues
made you a rich man.'

- A millionaire by age 24.
- Sure picked the right job.

I wasn't the only one.

1945 it was one
of the largest

black-dominated businesses
in the United States.

And in '47, Branch Rickey
signed Jackie Robinson.

So, your league
was on the way out

'and you were headed
towards bankruptcy.'

Chubby young white fellow
who paid attention

'during black history month.'

Clyde was your
new marquee player.

It'd be bad business
not to tiehimup.

- I won't deny that.
- 'The question is, how?'

Players signed month-to-month
contracts in those days.

No way you were
just gonna let him walk

when the majors came calling.

True.

So whatdidyou
have over Clyde?

What's this you "Owned"
him stuff?

[scoffs]

You owning my ass.

Is that a joke?

Clyde, you got a gift
that's gonna make

somebody a lotta money.

And since you're mine,
it's gonna be me.

If major leagues open
the game up to coloreds.

Why would you think
you could stop me?

Because you're in love.

And I know with who.

Thought you were
being careful, huh?

Why?

Why would you wanna
do this to me?

So seasoned on the field..

...and so naive off.

Simply put, business.

So maybe I'm not scared
of what you know.

Fine, so long as you're not
scared of a noose

around your neck.

Because you just know
Iloveto talk.

Suit up.

We'll put this behind us.

I gonna break your neck.

I'm the one
who oughta be sore.

That lily-white skin..

Bet it's even lighter
where the sun don't shine.

[sniffs]

Mmm!

What that must be like.

"Lily-white skin?"

Clyde's lady-friend
was as fair as you.

So maybe after the game, Clyde
came looking to breakyourneck

and you broke
his head first, hmm?

If that was so, I would've
killed him on the choo-choo.

An hour after the game,
I was on a train to New York.

- Can you prove that?
- I'll let you do that.

So who was the white girl?

Some dame on the arm
of this wise guy, uh..

Eddie Mason.

Heard Eddie call her "Legs."

So maybe Eddie knew
about Legs and Clyde..

...gotta hold of that bat.

And hit a home run
of his own.

Leonard.

What are you doing here?

I got locked out.

Your mother told me she was
going on morning shift.

She did. I think maybe
she's at Ronnie's house.

Who's Ronnie?

Dude that's been staying over.

Thought your sister was seeing
some guy named Benjamin.

Well, that's the problem.
You never know.

Woman's 45
and acts all of 15.

I ran a check on Eddie Mason.

Long sheet.
Bad guy.

- Is he still alive?
- No.

Dead doer.
That never does it for me.

You should think
about that next time

you go reaching
for a 60-year-old case.

Eddie was charged
with bank embezzlement

a week after
Clyde was murdered.

So, he's out and about
the night of the murder.

We figure out who his lady was?

Seems Eddie had a thing
for showgirls.

Maybe he's not such
a bad guy, after all.

No, Eddie preferred
more legitimate dance.

He was a regular
at Papa Bell's review

home to old-school Philly's
version of the Rockettes.

So maybe "Legs"
was one of them?

Oh, Lil's got Joe Crumbly
looking through old

publicity shots
from Papa Bell's.

- Hey, Leonard.
- What?

'Wanna show you something.'

See that guy back there?

Yeah.
He's old-looking.

[chuckles]

He knew Clyde Taylor.

He did?

They were best friends.

[whispering]
Wow.

Me and Clyde were tight
but I guess if he was drawn

to a white girl
he'd keep mum about it.

But you do remember
a white girl hanging around?

At practice,
a time or two.

But none of these gals
ring a bell.

My box of doodads
are good for nothing, huh?

Well, now,thisis something.

One of my most-prized
possessions.

Not too hard to tell
which one's me.

- Nice.
- Nice?

Miss doesn't know who
I'm standing alongside.

Alright, that's you..

Clyde, Jackie Robinson.

Josh Gibson,
and Satchel Paige.

Puny me and four
giants of baseball.

So, what's the deal with
ballplayers and tobacco?

'Every one of you guys,
except Clyde, has a big wad'

of that gunk
in your mouth.

Clyde liked Bazooka Joe.

But most players
did enjoy dipping.

Clyde had a tobacco stain
on his uniform.

Kind of odd
if he didn't chew.

Let's dig out that uniform,
run the stain

and then do a DNA dragnet
on all of our old-timers.

Boss, found three ladies
still in the area

worked at Papa Bell's.

Their old publicity shots.

Could one of these be her?

Jeepers.

Surprised I remember so well.

That's "Legs".

Name's Esther Davis.
Lives on the Main Line.

Say.
Hey, young fella.

Hey.

[instrumental music]

Ginger Rogers.

That's who I wanted to be.

I was 19,
new in town.

Papa Bell's
was the place to be.

And that's where
you met Eddie Mason?

After the show, he asked me
to dine at his table.

How did you meet Clyde?

Eddie and his cronies
wanted to swing

by the ball field,
watch some practice.

While they were yackety-yakking,
I went to find some shade.

- And there he was?
- By a drinking fountain.

This gorgeous man
trying to cool off.

We hardly said boo
to one another but..

...must have stood there
a good five minutes.

It was storybook.
It really was.

But now you had
two big problems.

- Yes.
- One, what to do about Eddie.

And, two, falling in love
when it was still 1945.

Did Eddie know
about you and Clyde?

Even if he did,
he didn't kill him.

Eddie was in Miami Beach
that weekend, scheming away.

So, him being gone,
you must have..

...been with Clyde
that last day?

I went to the game,
and met him afterwards.

At the water fountain...
like always.

[indistinct chattering]

[male #2]
'How does it feel?'

Feels like every other game

when you name
is Satchel Paige.

[laughing]

Clyde, what is it?
What's wrong?

- Dandridge knows about us.
- Oh, no.

Says I have to play
for him forever, always.

Or he's gonna
tell about us.

But if you do play for him,
he'll keep his mouth shut?

But then I'd have
to give up any chance

of ever playing
in the majors.

- So?
- So?

Why is that so important?

Because..

...if a colored ballplayer
can show he's as good as

the white players in the most
American game there is

maybe a boy with skin like mine
won't be up at night

praying he could scratch the
color away so he can be normal.

Honey, the world
you're dreaming of

is a long, long
way off from now.

Gotta start somewhere.

Clyde, don't try
to be a pioneer.

It's best to just
keep your head down.

Maybe the answer is
for you to lift your head up.

Hey, man of the hour,
the world is waiting for you.

[sobbing]
Oh, Clyde.

Dad, look,
there he is.

♪ It's gonna be just that.. ♪

Go out front, baby.

So, Troy and his
father were still there

during the press conference?

- Yes.
- 'Did they say anything else?'

Make any threat on Clyde?

No.
The father never spoke.

Just stood there
so menacingly.

I think that was
more frightening

than had he said something.

If you weren't such a looker..

...I'd be losing my patience
right about now.

If you didn't lie
about your dad

we wouldn't need to be here.

I never lied.
What'd you do with the Spaniard?

[Will]
'Detective Jeffries, Troy'

heard some flattering
things about you.

The way I see it, you've been
a good boyanda bad boy.

Good because you told me about
Clyde teaching you civility

'and how your bratty butt
ran off to tell daddy.'

But bad because
you left out the part

where you and pops
doubled back for Clyde.

Okay, we doubled back.

Keep going.

When I told him
about the autograph deal..

...that was the last straw.

He said he wouldn't
let that stand.

Nice bat.

Not real fair
sneaking up on a man.

My son told me
what you did.

I'm here to tell you
I'm embarrassed.

- He's a kid.
- I'm talking about me.

The names I used on you
during the game.

Oh.

Your first at-bat,
I could tell you were special.

Second at-bat,
I could tell

you were the best hitter
I've ever faced.

After that, I throw you the
hardest ball I've ever thrown.

And you cleaned my clock.

It don't feel good..

...but now I know.

Thank you.

Daddy, come on.
Can we go yet?

Troy, come here.

I want you to say you're sorry
to Mr. Taylor.

[spitting]
No.

Get that tobacco
out of your mouth!

But, Daddy, you saw

the jig had his mitts
on that white lady.

Don't judge a book
by its cover!

'You understand?'

So I said sorry.
Had to.

That was real tobacco
in your mouth?

Used to do whatever
my dad did.

That might explain
the stain on Clyde's jersey.

DNA won't help if
the tobacco was Troy's.

Now can we call
this meeting, please?

Yeah. Okay, Troy.

At least your dad
taught you a lesson.

Not really. I'm still
not real big on spooks.

[Sutton]
'So "Don't judge a book
by its cover"'

'didn't even dent
your knucklehead?'

That part was
about the girl.

So, that got
through just fine.

How was that about the girl?

Dad recognized the lady.

She was from the same town
down south where he grew up.

What are you
getting at, Troy?

The white lady.
She wasn't really white.

She was black.

Does your husband
know, Esther?

Know what?

You're black.

No, he doesn't.

- But Clyde did.
- 'Yes.'

- He was the only one.
- Is that why he had to die?

What do you mean?

Your secret was
so important to you.

You have a whole
lifetime as a white woman

that tells just
how important.

I came here from
Macon, Georgia.

Had two sisters.
Dorothy and Ruby.

We were dirt poor.

How'd you end up here?

We were living in Squalor.

Auntie said I had
the lightest skin.

I could make a real living
like a white person.

And then, once here,
you were able to pass

and got on at Papa Bell's.

I had some dreams of my own.

But maybe Clyde asked you
to live colored..

...was going to out you.

'You did ask him
to keep his head down.'

And Clyde thought
the answer was for..

...you to lift
your head up.

'But you wanted
yourdreams, so you..'

..stopped him from living his.

No, but I could see
the only way for us..

...to both get what we wanted
was to go our separate ways.

That's not what
you said before.

You wanted Clyde to
forget about the majors.

But then someone
changed my mind.

[Crumbs]
'Esther.'

Who's there?

It's, uh, it's me.
Crumbs.

Were you crying?

I'm just scared
for Clyde.

He's butting heads
with Dandridge

and he might get hurt.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm scared, too.

But, uh..

But because, you know, I think
Clyde might hurt himself.

What do you mean?

Well, he-he told me
about Dandridge.

And about how, how the majors
are no longer even a dream.

- Clyde said that?
- Yeah, just now.

Because he's chosen you.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

You seem pretty
happy about it.

Yes.

- I should go.
- Esther, wait.

- Ow.
- Sorry.

It's just..

You know, I never
seen him so down.

I sure wish
you'd think about that.

Think about it?

Look, just scram, okay.

- What?
- Just go.

Take your good
foot outta here.

Go to some dance hall
in New York or somewhere.

That's for you.

- Give Clyde his chance.
- No.

It's complicated,
what's going on between us.

It's not something
you'd understand.

- You think I'm stupid?
- No.

Sweetheart, I know
a hell of a lot more

about one thing than
anybody you could round up.

I know that if
you leave Clyde alone

Dandridge won't have
anything to hold over him.

He'll be free to swap
places with Babe Ruth

and be the best player alive.

That's a fact.

But only if you leave.

Then why doesn't
Clyde tell me this?

Come on, he's a prince.

Never tell you to your face.

Please.

I'm beggin' you.
Leave us alone.

So, Crumbs knew all
about the two of you?

Clyde made sure
of that early on.

Told me I had to pass
muster with the greatest

clubhouse manager
in baseball or I was out.

Okey-dokey. Next.

'Who was the first
African-American'

'to play in the major leagues?'

[Leonard]
'Jackie Robinson.'

Wrong.
Fleet Walker.

He played back in 1884.

[Will]
'DNA came in, Joe.'

We thought you
might be wondering.

You're sweating.

Crumbs, tell another one
about Clyde.

Sorry, kiddo, don't know
if I have another.

I heard Clyde had a special
bat he liked to use.

I used to hold it for him.

No, he use it on
the day he was killed?

The one he hit
the home run with.

So, tell us about
that one, Crumbs.

'What do you say, huh?'

One day,
Clyde handed me a bat..

'...and told me to always
have it on hand.'

Said he only used this bat
when he really needed it.

Like, when terrible pressure

comes creeping up your neck.

What made
that bat so special?

[chuckling]

Said because he hit
more grounders with it

than any other bat
he ever used.

Grounders?
But those are lame.

Even so, his last time up.
That's the bat he wanted to use.

This old pressure was...
creeping up, huh?

Any man would've been
shaking in his shoes.

And so you gave him the bat.

And he told me he was
gonna hit a grounder..

...just for me.

So there he was, whoo..

'...looking at the fastest
fastballyou ever did see.'

And crack.

It was the home run
of home runs.

And that grounder
he was talking about?

That's what I asked.

He said,
"You'll learn, Crumbs.

"Someday, you'll learn."

[Valens]
'So, if a homer
and a grounder'

mean the same thing to you..

...your nerves
won't get to you.

I sure would like
to see that bat.

Won't be needing
this no more.

Wow.

Missing since the night
Clyde died.

Yeah, we've been
looking for that.

Can I hold it?

I better give it
to your uncle.

Come on, Leonard.
Let's take a look at this.

Hey...thank Joe
for the nice time.

Thanks, Crumbs.

When you get older, Leonard..

...do me one thing,
would you?

Don't remember
what that bat did to Clyde.

Remember what Clyde
did with that bat.

Want to sit?

There he is!

- Crumbs.
- Mr. Major Leagues.

Here we come.

You can forget
about that one.

Never gonna happen
with Esther around.

Oh, yeah, um,
that's the thing.

I-I fixed it.

What do you,
what do you mean?

Esther.

Yeah, she's, uh,
she's gonna go away.

What?

I know it's going
to hurt up front.

But, yeah,
it's for the better.

- Got her packing.
- Packing?

- Who do you think you are?
- What?

Tellin' Esther to
break it off with me?

I can't believe you
did this to me.

Whoa, I was trying
to help you.

You'll see.

Clyde, your bat.

Keep it.Forever.

But this bat's gonna be in
the Hall of Fame one day.

It's only a game.

Hit a ball and run
around the bags.

It's fun.
But for kids.

A man has a life to live.

Stupid broad.

What did you say?

That's what always
stops the great ones.

Don't let her stop you.

- She's in my soul, Crumbs.
- 'Oh, cripes!'

A floozy with
a great pair a gams?

Big deal.

You been my friend, Crumbs.

I'll always remember that.

But you let this game
make your life so small.

- And now I can't even see you.
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, bub, you got any idea
what you're throwing away, huh?

What some men would do
to be in your shoes..

...to get just one swing?

Hey!
Are you listening?

Hey, slow up.

- Clyde, stop.
- No.

Okay, okay.

Say, "Idiot."

Say something.

Clyde, what about
our future, huh?

My future!

Stop the walking.

You're not
going anywhere.

I will stop you.
I will.

Just stop.

Clyde!

Oh, no.

'Oh, no, no.'

[sniffling]

No, Clyde.
Don't go.

[sobbing]

[sobbing]
Please don't go.
Please.

Please.

[sobbing]

[Doris Day singing
"Sentimental Journey"]

♪ Gonna take ♪

♪ A sentimental journey ♪

♪ Gonna set ♪

♪ My heart at ease ♪

♪ Gonna make ♪

♪ A sentimental journey ♪

♪ To renew ♪

♪ Old memories ♪

♪ I've got my bag ♪

♪ Got my reservation ♪

♪ Spent each dime ♪

♪ I could afford ♪

♪ I'm like a child ♪

♪ In wild anticipation ♪

♪ I long to hear ♪

♪ That all aboard ♪

♪ Seven ♪

♪ That's the time we leave ♪

♪ At Seven ♪

♪ I'll be waiting up ♪

♪ For heaven ♪

♪ Counting every mile ♪

♪ Of railroad track ♪

♪ That takes me back ♪

♪ I never thought ♪

♪ My heart could be ♪

♪ So yearning ♪

♪ Now why did I ♪

♪ Decide to roam ♪

♪ I'm gonna take ♪

♪ That sentimental journey ♪

♪ Sentimental ♪

♪ Journey home ♪

♪ Doo-do-doo ♪

♪ Do-do do-do ♪

♪ Do-do-eee ♪

♪ Doo-do-doo ♪

♪ Do-do-ee-ee ♪

♪ I got to take ♪

♪ That sentimental journey ♪

♪ Sentimental ♪

♪ Journey home ♪

♪ Sentimental ♪

♪ Journey.. ♪♪

[female narrator]
Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.

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