The Natural

Ed: You got a gift, Roy. But it's not enough.

Rely on your gift alone and you're gonna fail.

You gotta develop yourself.

The secret is confidence and concentration.

You got them, you don't need much else.

Woman: Iris!

Ed: Roy, just pick a spot and work at it.

A clear mind and the ability to see with the heart.

- That's real strength. Woman: Iris!

Iris!

I gotta go.

This is your spot, Roy.

Pay attention to it.

Roy.

Roy.

Adult Iris: Roy! Roy, what is it?

Adult Roy: The cubs have sent for me.

- Oh, wouldn't your daddy be proud? - I gotta reach for the best that's in me.

- Walt, it's just a tryout. I haven't made it. - You're gonna make it.

So when do you have to go? “Tomorrow.

Oh, god. I've never been on a train before.

It makes you feel important.

Roy: I want you to marry me. I do. - Oh!

Iris: I love you so much.

Roy: I wanna send for you.

It's all right.

Sam: Max, this is Roy hobbs.

Roy, say hello to Max mercy, the syndicated sportswriter.

Roy: I'm pleased to meet you. - And this here's the whammer, son.

- How do you do? - How you doing?

You sure look different in street clothes.

Thank you. It's always nice to meet a member of the general public.

You boys heading to Chicago too?

Max: That's right. Sam: I've been invited to see the cubs.

I thought you might've heard of his eight no-hitters.

He sure mowed them down last year in that sabotac valley league.

Come on, Max, let's play some cards.

Kid, keep up those no-hitters, or they'll be looking for you back at soda pop valley.

Sabotac.

Whatever. Hang on to the water wagon, old-timer.

- Hey, mister... - Forget it, Roy. Forget it.

What'll it be, slugger?

Hearts.

Max: You see this? - What's that, Max?

An olympic athlete was shot, and just one day after the slaying

of a football star, Johnny zirowski.

In each case, a silver bullet was used.

Whammer: A silver bullet? Yeah

whammer: That's crazy.

Sam: Something wrong, Roy?

Roy: Maybe I'm not ready for the majors.

Hey, hold it there, hold it there.

You're not gonna let that big ape get under your skin, are you?

- A year or two of semipro ball... - Semi nothing.

You know what your father said to me once?

He said, "one day that boy's gonna walk down the streets

and people are gonna say, "there goes Roy hobbs...

The best there ever was in the game."

And the whole country's gonna be saying it before long."

Conductor: Next stop, Lola.

Half-hour water stop in Lola.

Watch your step there.

Mind the time now. Half-hour only.

Barker: Another home run!

Okay, whammer, thattaway to hit them, boy!

Come on, whammer. Hit another one, whammer.

Is he the best?

Best there ever was. Best there is now and best there ever will be.

All right, that's it, folks!

Come on, whammer! You got a good audience out here!

- You wanna see some more”? Crowd: Yeah!

You'll have to come to Chicago and buy a ticket!

Whammer: Hey, your bat! Here, pal.

Barker: You keep that bat, compliments of me. Nice job! Keep it up!

There he goes, folks!

The whammer! The best baseball player in the country!

Hey, busher!

Pitch one in here. I'll knock it to the moon, huh?

Man 1: Whammer. Man 2: Whammer!

You sure can pick them, Simpson.

I got $10 here says he strikes wambold out on three pitch balls.

You old boozer, your brain must be full of mush.

This shit-kicker couldn't strike me out with 100 pitches.

Three is all he'll need, whammer.

I love contests of skill

do you, honey? So do I.

What about you there, huckleberry? Scared?

Not of you, I'm not.

We'll go on the other side of the railroad tracks, so nobody gets hurt. All right?

Max: There's gonna be three pitches. I'll call them, okay?

Sixty feet 6 inches, exactly.

Let's go. Batter up, come on.

Sam: Keep your shirt on, Max.

Batter up! Let's go! Play ball!

- Help you down there? Whammer: Throw it here, plowboy!

- It don't get no lighter. - Chuck it down his whammy.

Come on, boy. Hold it!

If he tries to dust me off, I'll crack his skull. You both got that?

Sam: Burn it by him.

Give him a shave with it!

Sam: Oh! Ah! - Strike one!

Roy: You okay, Sam? Sam: It's all right, Roy.

This damn glove.

Max, how you gonna call them from way back there?

- He looks wild to me. - Them your knees I hear shaking, Max?

Mind your business, red-nose, and play ball!

Throw it in here, greenhorn.

Sam: All right, do it again, Roy. Come on, boy.

- Strike two! - He must be throwing spitballs!

In a pig's poop. That ball's as dry as your granddaddy's scalp.

This one's it, whammer. This is it.

Here you go, I'll take that.

Hold them.

Come on, Roy. Right by him, baby. March him out.

Yeah, there we go.

Strike three.

You're out.

Hey, mister, you forgot this!

Wait, mister!

What's your name?!

Roy hobbs!

Herel

thanks!

Hello. I'm Harriet bird.

And the way everyone rallied around you!

They'll be talking about today for years to come.

It was just like watching sir Lancelot jousting sir turquine.

Or was it maldamor? I'm not sure.

Uh

- Have you ever read homer? - Homer?

Um

Well, only homer I know has four bases in it.

Homer lived ages ago, and wrote about heroes and gods.

Oh.

And he would've had it in mind to write about baseball

nad he seen you out there today.

You know what? Someday...

I'm gonna break every record in the book.

I know I got it in me.

And what will you hope to accomplish”?

When I walk down the street, people will look at me and say:

"There goes Roy hobbs, the best there ever was"

is that all?

Heh-heh. Well, what else is there?

Isn't there something more?

- More? - More glorious?

Do you have a girl?

- I'm gonna say good night now. - Harriet

would you come watch me play sometime?

Oh, Roy, you are priceless.

- Well, will you? - Of course.

Roy: I could throw a ball in here and never hit the end of it.

Sam: That's for sure, kid. “How far is it to the stadium?

We're going to the hotel first.

Hello. Harriet: Hello, Roy.

- This is Harriet. - Excuse me?

- Heh. Harriet bird, silly. - Oh_

Are you by yourself?

Yes

- where are you? - Come down to 602.

Let me welcome you to the city.

Harriet: The door's open.

Hello?

How did you know I was staying at this hotel?

What's going on here?

Roy?

Will you be the best there ever was in the game?

That's right.

Pop: All right, kid. Throw strikes now. Put something on it now!

Look at this, red.

He's walking the whole ballpark, and he's the best pitcher we got.

I should've been a farmer.

Since the day I was born, I should have been a farmer.

Announcer: For Pittsburgh, number 38...

Stu Jenkins.

Pop: I love chickens and pigs and ducks.

I'm kind of fond of nanny goats, I am.

Oh, come on, Fowler! Throw strikes!

- Fowler's killing worms, pop. Pop: Hey, Fowler!

Don't you know how I hate losing to the pirates?

You know, red, my ma urged me to get out of this game.

When I was a kid, she pleaded with me.

And I meant to. You know what I mean? But she died.

Tough.

Now look at me.

I'm wet nurse to a last-place, dead-to-the-neck-up ball club...

And I'm choking to death!

Wouldn't you think that I could get a fresh drink of water

after all the years I spent in this game?

Red, did you talk to that bastard partner of mine about the drinking fountain?

Well, the judge said he's working on it, pop.

Working on it?

Son of a bitch.

- All right, pick it up now! Umpire: Ball!

You know, the day that snake walked into this ballpark...

One of the darkest days of my life, red.

What do we got here, red? The salvation army band?

- Pop Fisher? Red: Who wants to know?

I'm Roy hobbs, your new right fielder.

- My what? - It's right here.