Major League: Back to the Minors

Man: Hey! Programs, souvenirs!

Programs, souvenirs!

Player 1: Okay, I got him.

J nobody's hero but I used to be ji

j that's a ghost haunting me j

j I've been comin' up short &

j just a little too long j

j forty hours of a dull routine I

j I've been wastin' my life it seems and comin' up short

j just a little too long &'j

coach: Come on, come on, come on!

All right. Go on!

Come on, take it out.

Gus: I got it.

You want tobik to finish it off for you, Gus?

No, I'm fine.

Just need to get out of this inning and then get a little breather.

Hey.

Hey nothing.

I'm comin' back j

j this time I'm comin' up stronger j

j I been lookin" up j

j from a long way down j

j I been lookin" up j

j from a long way down jj

that ball is tagged. It's going, going nowhere.

Hold on just a minute.

I et me see that ball.

What? You heard me. Let me see it

frozen ball, Gus? “Where'd that come from?

You shouldn't have to resort to this. I mean, where's your pride?

You know, damn, I searched high and low, and I

I'll have to throw you out.

Come on, Mick. I'm five outs from finishing this.

Sorry, but you gotta go.

You are gone. You are out of here!

Kid: Mick, come on!

Better not hold on to that too long, Mick.

If it freezes, they'll have to cut your fingers off to get rid of the damn thing.

Someone get me a bucket of water! Get me some water, now!

J' this town ain't big this town ain't small I

j it's a little of both they say jf

that arm numb yet, or is it in that tingly burning stage

just before everything freezes?

Well, look what the cat drug in.

Don't act like you're not surprised to see me.

Picked up a whiff of your Cologne about a half an hour ago.

Would you look at these fancy duds?

Flatterer.

Bullshitterer. Hey.

How you doing?

Sorry I missed it.

How'd you throw?

Pretty good.

I moved the ball around a lot.

Even blew a few fastballs by them.

Man: I'm okay to drive.

I know you are but you're too drunk to walk to your car

- s0 this taxi driver will give you a lift. - How you doing, bud? Come on.

- Strong and capable woman. - You left out independent.

Uh-oh. You must be smitten.

Went past smitten a long time ago.

First time in my life, the woman I love and the woman I like

and the kicker is

she loves me but she's not desperate for me.

Which could only mean

you're desperate for her.

You got it.

Yeah, well, six marriages had to teach me something, huh?

You ever think about getting out?

As a matter of fact, this is my last season. I'm hanging it up.

Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do? Yeah

I don't know. I'm still kicking 3 few ideas around.

Well, it just so happens that I've got a proposition for you.

I thought you came all this way because you missed the sound of my voice.

- Oh, there is that, but... - Heh, heh.

Gus, I wanted to ask you, how would you like to manage?

Manage”?

I got a triple-a team. A heap of talent, not a baseball player.

What I need, what they need, is a genuine baseball man

someone who really knows the game.

With all you know about baseball, and their natural ability

it'd be a perfect match.

I don't know, rog.

I mean, uh, I spent the better part of my life kicking around the minor leagues.

Hell, my ass has gone flat

from sitting on hard benches and riding bad buses.

I ain't sure in signing up for more of the same.

But this is something that you know. Something you could be good at.

Who says I can't be good at something other than baseball?

No one.

Look, thanks.

Anyway, I...

I come the end of the season, I'm quitting. Cold Turkey.

Hey, I know how to take no for an answer

but maybe you could do me one little favor.

If I can.

I'd like you to take a look at Mr. downtown Anderson.

He is a pure hitter. Uh-huh.

You got the day off tomorrow, right?

The three of us, why don't we go down, and watch the kid play?

I'm in.

Gus: So it's either wrestle me for the ball

or let me stay in.

So he let you stay in? Yeah

two dogs and two cokes.

Oh, just ketchup and mustard on mine. Thanks.

Do my eyes deceive me?

Is that who I think it is?

Slick guy, overdressed, helmet hair, shit-eating grin?

Man 1: Here you go, sir.

Man 2: Thank you.

You must have eyes in the back of your head.

Leonard huff. Manager slash bullshit artist extraordinaire.

I know a broken down old ballplayer when I see one.

- No offense, of course. - Hey, huff.

(Gus.

Whoa, ho-ho.

And who is this lovely little lady?

I'm Maggie Reynolds.

- Maggie. - Okay, that's four bucks.

- Thanks. - I'll get those.

I got it. It's all right. No.

Save your money.

- I got it right here. - Here we go.

Yes, sir. Out of 10.

Oh, the change is yours, my friend.

Whoa. Thank you, sir.

So, Maggie, Maggie, are you a baseball fan?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Well, I manage a team.

Minnesota twins.

Maybe you've heard of them.

The Minnesota twins.

Maybe I've heard of them, you asshole.

Player: Coming down!

Yep. First class all the way.

That's how we do it on the big team.

If he says big team one more time, I'll pinch his neck until his head pops off.

- The kid I'm talking about. Man: Coming to the plate, number one,

Billy "downtown” Anderson. Number one in your heart,

- number one in the program. Anderson. - Play ball!

Downtown!

You like this kid, huh?

Player 1: Yeah. Player 2:Yeah!

Umpire: Safe!

Super. It is just super.

I was just telling Mr. downtown here he's gonna be with the big team soon.

No question about it.

The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned

- what do you think, Gus? - I think he's got a real nice bat.

Well, they say that I've got a pure swing, that I'm a natural

yeah?

Soon as you get over that lack of confidence, the sky's the limit.

Good game. Get in the shower.

- I don't want my player catching a cold. - Yes, sir.

Wait a sec.

Ggus cantrell

six-one, 185 pounds. Throws right, bats right.

Yeah

yeah, I had triples of your rookie card when I was in grade school.

You still got them?

I traded them all for one player to be named at a later date.

I'm kidding. Ha, ha. See you.

Smart ass.

Well, I gotta roll.

- I gotta get back... - To the big team, huh?

Exactly.

Margaret.

- Nice meeting you. - Mm_

You ever get tired of the minor leagues, give me a call.

Just kidding.

No, seriously. Kidding!

Kidding.

All right.

Let's go.

To the airport, my friend.

Oh, hey, listen, keep me posted on that kid, will you?

Let's go. Airport! Big tip for you.

Like a vulture circling fresh meat.

Yep! Well, he wants downtown.

He's not gonna Walt.

Trust me. He'll wanna bring him up before he's ready.

You see, that's what I've been saying. You know how to bring a player along.

A need a manager with that kind of touch

that kind of instinct

I want you to take this kid to triple-a.

- I want you to teach him. - It sounds like a lot of work.

Look, try it for a couple of weeks.

You don't like it, no harm, no foul. You quit.

I need to think about it.

Gus, I need a coach.

Let you know in the morning?

You're on.

- What if I hate it? - You quit.

He even gave you an out.

Are you scared?

No

Yeah

you can't let fear of the unknown keep you from moving off the dime.