Pitch

Previously on Pitch...

Rhonda, I need you to book me on the first flight to Amsterdam.

None of the GMs can know where I'm going.

We were just wondering where Oscar is.

Oh, it's an abscessed tooth.

- That was a lie, right? - Bold-faced.

Maxine, I am never going to go along with this.

Well, we are gonna miss you around here.

My kid wants a try out.

Really? We're kind of in the middle of something...

Just let her throw a few.

Let's go, I'm buying.

I'm gonna call it early tonight, boys.

I guess you could come.

Well, since you're begging me, Tommy.

- We need to be more careful. - Relax.

I'm not gonna say anything. Although, I don't know why.

- Ginny's a big girl. - She's had your poster on her wall.

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For the next two days, guys in Major League

front offices will be sweating as much as the guys

on the field. Half the GMs are scrambling

to find the missing pieces they need

to make a playoff run while the other half are holding fire sales

hoping to restock their pipelines with prospects.

And they all have armies of guys

who dream of being Jonah Hill.

And not Wolf of Wall Street Jonah Hill,

with the hookers, the coke and the veneers,

but Moneyball Jonah Hill, with the algorithms and the donuts.

- All right, gentlemen... - Meanwhile, the players,

- you know, the human beings - we have 48 hours.

Whose lives are turned upside down when they're shipped

from one city to another,

try to focus on the only thing they have control over,

playing baseball.

The Padres are down to their final out.

Blip Sanders tying run there at first base.

The pitch. Lawson swings.

He got all of it. It's heading up the gap.

Sanders rounds third.

He comes in and scores. The ball skips by

the catcher's mitt, and Mike Lawson,

they're gonna send him home!

He slides head first!

Safe!

Six in a row.

Oh, my. And Lawson

is being mobbed at home plate.

They're trying to resuscitate that dude.

Remind me to hit it over the fence next time.

I'm getting too old for inside the park home runs.

Don't get carried away. That was a double with two errors.

Who died and made you official scorer?

Hey, Baker,

sorry I cost you a W. As long as we get the win

and runs are charged to you, not me.

Catching on, grasshopper.

You taught me well.

Hey, Butch, what's with the bag?

Did you hear something?

Oh, no, but this time of year got to be ready.

I learned the hard way. You don't want to end up in Kansas City

with just floss and one pair of boxers.

- You can disappear like that. - Like the rapture.

- Nothing left but your cleats. - Baker, but you can relax.

You're the biggest story in baseball, you're not going anywhere.

Relax says the man with no-trade clause.

That's right, 'cause your ass isn't going anywhere either.

Well, tell that to Ken Rosenthal on MLB.

Did Ken Rosenthal say something

about you being traded?

Blip was on a list with like a hundred other players

who the Cubs might be targeting.

And that's all?

- Yeah, it was nothing. - I remember my first deadline.

I couldn't sleep for a week.

Oh, here we go. Grandpa story time.

Somebody get him a pipe and some ear hair.

Oh, wait, hold on.

No, all he needs is the pipe.

That's funny.

Well, now you don't get the story.

- You want it now, don't you? - Damn it, I do.

Come on, give me the story, bro. How do you do that?

- Hey, Baker, you're not going anywhere. - Yeah, but what about these guys?

Hey, put your phones down.

Phones down.

That means you, too, Tommy Tough Nuts.

Put your phone down. Look, if one of you were getting traded

you'd hear it from the GM, not Twitter.

And I'm not gonna lie, these next two days

are gonna be rough, but guess what?

We just won six in a row,

and the Giants and the Dodgers hear footsteps.

So, I'm thinking,

like it or not, I'm gonna be seeing

all your ugly mugs right here tomorrow.

Even you Javanes, with that beautifully manicured goatee.

How does he do that anyway? Do you, like,

groom between innings?

Don't mind me, just passing through.

I take that back. One of you is a goner.

Great win today, Al.

Those guys are gonna give me a heart attack,

- but they're getting it done. - Yeah.

So are we just on a lucky roll, or is this team for real?

Oh, could be.

Need a few more pieces.

- You okay? - Yeah, just a toothache.

Mm. I know our shopping list.

Setup guy, utility infielder

- and a corner man who can hit. - Sounds about right.

But tough to pull off.

Al, look me in the eye.

If I get you these players,

are we in the playoff hunt?

You have unusually long eyelashes.

Uh, it's from my mother.

Ah.

You get me those players, we're contenders.

Does our new president of baseball operations

know about this sudden change of plans?

I'm not sure he remembers my name.

Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.

No, get over here.

Okay.

- Hi. All right. - Oh.

Listen, the move from Palo Alto's been a bitch.

Sorry I haven't had a chance to sit down.

Do you have a minute now?

Yeah.

How come nobody told me how much I was gonna love it here?

I mean, running on the beach, the Gaslamp District,

Comic Con. I mean who doesn't love cosplay, right?

But let's face it, you're not here to listen to me

give you a San Diego booster speech.

You got 44 hours to the trade deadline.

You want to make some moves.

And I'm thinking we need to be buyers.

Ambitious. I like it.

Do you think ownership will be supportive?

Maxine's given me carte blanche to do whatever I think is best for the team,

- That's great. - Which is why

during your shopping spree, you cannot give up

any of our top prospects.

That includes Levine...

- That's Livan. - Livan.

And the kid from Tennessee. They're off the table.

And you're gonna need to cut

at least...

$2 million from the payroll.

No, those-those two mandates are at cross purposes.

I know.

But it's like, you know when people say, "Sky's the limit"?

They're really limiting themselves.

I mean, look at everything you've done in your life.

You grew up in the poorest section of Mexico City.

You made it to the major leagues.

You retired.

You became a scout, and then you became a lawyer.

And now, not only are you one of three

Latino GMs in the league, you're also the best dressed.

Your whole life

is a can-do story, Oscar.

There is no limit to what you can do.

Is there?

There's still a chance.

You can still win this,

even though you're in second place. Come on.

- Spin her out. - No.

Oh, yeah.

Verdict?

Baby, this is your best risotto yet.

Pfft. You say that every time.

It's 'cause you keep getting better and better.

- And I keep getting more scared of you. - Yo, hey!

Dinner's almost ready!

Oh, yeah!

Chalk up another victory for Aunt Ginny.

Wha... I mean, I-I got lucky. You'll get me next time.

You don't want me to start doing the thing where I let you win, do you?

- No. - Yes.

Psst.

You know they're only seven right?

- And a half. - It's your turn to set the table.

- Again? - Oh, yeah! Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- You're not gonna help? - Help?

I got you in here, didn't I?

The house in San Elijo just came back on the market.

Mm, the one with the basketball court?

- Yes. - Wow.

And the huge walk-in closets,

three blocks from the twins' school.

Look at that kitchen.

- Look at that yard. - Wow.

The price dropped by 50 grand.

Baby,

I cannot think about buying a new house right now,