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to hang around here.

Never go anywhere. Never do anything.

I'm married. I'm happy. It's what

I want. Let's not confuse things.

Okay.

But can't you just have this first?

Just so you can say you once

did something? Something special?

Goodness sake, Kit!

Keep your voice down.

Your father's listening to the radio.

Please, Dottie?

I gotta get out of here.

I'm nothing here.

In the Pacific Northwest,

my territory...

...we have increased sales 106 percent

in the last 12-month period.

And this with a war on!

You know, if I had your job,

I'd kill myself.

Sit here. I'll see if I can

dig up a pistol.

Every trip I take, I gotta sit

next to one of these guys.

I'm just too friendly.

Hey, isn't that...?

- I'm coming!

- Let me in!

Stop!

Well, I'll say one thing for them.

They can run.

Mr. Capadino! I got her! Look!

- Sir, your knee.

- Like it?

Stop the train!

Come on! Come on!

Give me that bag!

Come on.

Come on, here.

Did you promise the cows you'd write?

When do we get to Chicago?

We gotta make a stop.

Fort Collins, Colorado.

Gotta look at another girl.

Hope you're not jealous.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay, honey. That was good form.

Thattagirl!

Good, honey. Good, good.

Nice, nice. That's a rope, honey.

Good girl. Good, good.

Right, too high.

She's got an eye like DiMaggio.

Good. Good, good.

Okay, Marla. Now lefty.

She's really good.

- She's your daughter?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Her mom's dead.

It's just the two of us.

Coach said if she was a boy,

she'd go to the state tournament.

I said, "If she was a boy, I'd talk to

the Yankees instead of living here."

That's enough.

You can bring her over.

Okay, Marla. Come here.

Boys! Hit the showers!

- You did good.

- I threw everything I had.

Take off your hat, honey.

We'll let you know.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

Come on, let's go.

We'll miss the train.

Let's move, move, move!

What's the matter?

I can't use her.

She's great. Why not?

What's the problem?

You know General Omar Bradley?

- Yeah.

- There's too strong a resemblance.

You ain't taking her

because she ain't pretty?

Well, look who just caught up!

All right. Come on, let's go.

Pick those suitcases up! Come on!

I'm not kidding. Let's go. Move!

- One foot in front of the other.

- Hey, mister?

I know my girl ain't so pretty

as these girls.

But that's my fault.

I raised her like I would a boy.

I didn't know any better.

She loves to play.

Don't make my little girl suffer

because I messed up raising her.

Please?

- Come on, get on the train.

- I wish you had a decent mitt.

I think maybe I'd better not go.

No, you can relace it.

It'll be okay.

No, I mean, who's gonna

take care of you? Cook?

Help you take care of the equipment?

Don't you worry about me.

You're gonna play baseball.

I'm not gonna know anybody.

Marla.

Nothing's ever gonna happen here.

You gotta go where things happen.

I love you, Daddy.

- All aboard!

- Daddy.

- Let's go, let's go.

- All aboard.

Come on, honey.

Are you coming?

See, how it works is, the train moves,

not the station.

Bye, Daddy.

This is making me sick.

Write to me, honey.

I love you.

Goodbye.

Hey, cowgirls, see the grass?

Don't eat it.

Come on.

Okay, girls, this is it. Harvey Field.

Tryouts. Get out there.

Show them what you got.

Don't embarrass me.

It's been a thin slice of heaven.

Goodbye.

Wait. You're going?

Dry your eyes.

Yeah, I'm going home.

Grab a shower and a shave.

Give the wife a pickle-tickle,

and I'm on my way. I'll see you.

- But...

- But what?

Field! Tryouts! Play!

That's it! Get lost!

Come on, guys.

I hate when they get

attached to me like that.

You've got an arm.

- Hey, Mae.

- What?

- Come look at this.

- Wait a second, Doris.

I can't wait much longer, so get up.

Yeah, so?

Yeah, so I ain't done yet.

Watch this.

- That's it?

- You can't do it, Mae.

I could do it. How long you been

working on that, Doris?

- That? Took me a year.

- Yeah.

Not counting the two months I was in

the hospital. Bat hit me in the head.

- Really?

- Yup.

Your head and not your behind?

That looks really swollen.

- What kind of thing is that to say?

- I'm joking. I'm nervous, all right?

I don't...

- What are you looking at?

- Yeah, what?

Nothing.

- Yeah, nothing.

- That's right, nothing.

All these girls gonna be in the league?

- You wish.

- You do wish.

- Four teams. Sixteen girls to a team.

- That's right.

Sixty-four girls.

Yeah. What are you, a genius?

They got over 100 girls here,

so some of youse will have to go home.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- Come on, Doris.

- What do you mean, "some of us"?

- Do it.

- Okay, some of them are going home.

- Hey. How did you do that?

Excuse me. Hey. Hey.

- You caught that. Hello?

- Doris.

Did you see? Jeez. Let's go practice.

- She caught it with her bare hand.

- Okay, okay. Be quiet.

And now, from Chicago,

The Mutual presents...

...another social commentary

by Miss Maida Gilespie.

Careers and higher education...

...are leading to

the masculinization of women...

...with enormously dangerous

consequences...

...to the home, the children

and our country.

When our boys come home from war...

...what kind of girls will they

be coming home to?

And now, the most

disgusting example...

...of this sexual confusion,

Mr. Walter Harvey, of Harvey Bars...

...is presenting us

with women's baseball.

Right here in Chicago, young girls

plucked from their families...

...are gathered at Harvey Field...

...to see which one of them

can be the most masculine.

Mr. Harvey, like your candy bars,

you are completely nuts.

Come on, come on, come on.

Heads up, heads up.

Very good. Try another.

Nice throw!

Come on!

Your name will be on

one of those five lists.

Okay, find your name.

If we could just form

two or three parallel lines...

Yeah!

Yes!

I'm a Peach!

- What?

- A Rockford Peach!

I made it! I can stay!

Are you a newspaper guy? This is

my friend Mae. She made the team.

Hi. Pleased to meet you, Mae.

Okay, come on, we got a lot to do.

Let's settle down.

Now, you're the first...

Honey, are you supposed to be here,

or are you on the cut list?

Look, I'm sorry.

If you're on the cut list,

you have to leave the field.

Well, are you cut?

Look on the list. It's either Rockford,

Racine, Kenosha or South Bend.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Can you read, honey?

No.

All right, what's your name?

- Shirley Baker.

- Shirley Baker.

Shirley Baker. Let's just take a look.

This is you.

You're with us.

You're a Rockford Peach.

Go join your team.

Okay, ladies.

Let's settle down.

We got a lot to go over.

First, congratulations.

You are the first members...

...of the All-American

Girls' Baseball League.

I'm Charlie Collins.

I'll be managing the Racine team

when the season starts.

The other teams will have

managers soon.

At the end of practice today...

...y'all will have to get fitted

for your uniforms.

And this is what they're gonna look

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