A League of Their Own Page #5

Somebody's gotta run the team.

Someone who actually watches

the games.

You're gonna squeeze bunt

with our best hitter?

What's the sign to swing away?

Hey, blond girl! What's the sign?

It's the letters. A squeeze'll work.

Stop thinking with your tits,

you want a big inning. Batter!

Time!

Come on!

Hey, who is the goddamn manager

here? I am!

Then act like it, you big lush!

- You tell him, Dottie!

- About time someone told him.

- I'm ready now.

- Play ball!

Oh, goody.

Show her something.

Put it by her.

Way to go, whatever your name is!

Good bluff!

But I still say you're not ballplayers.

Cemetery boneyard! Cross your fingers

or you'll never get another hit.

Sound it out.

Kimono.

Kimono off and...

...gra-bed...

Grabbed.

...her...

...milky... Milky...

...white... Milky white...

What are you giving her to read?

What's the difference?

She's reading.

That's the important thing.

Now go away! Go! Shoo!

- Go ahead, Shirley. You're doing good.

- Thanks.

Okay.

Milky...

...white...

...breasts.

It gets really good after that. Look.

- A delivery boy walks in.

- What you doing?

Oh, I'm writing a song.

- Really? What's it about?

- Yeah.

About us.

Could you teach it to me?

- Doris, is this your boyfriend?

- Yup.

- Is it out of focus?

- No, that's how he looks.

Looks aren't the most important thing.

Right. The important thing is he's

stupid, out of work and treats me bad.

Then why?

Why? What do you think? Because...

...none of the other boys ever...

Always made me feel like I was wrong,

you know?

Like I was some sort of a weird girl

or a strange girl...

...or not even a girl,

just because I could play.

I believed them too.

But not anymore, you know?

I mean, look. There's a lot of us.

I think we're all all right.

We are.

Hey, give me that.

So long, Charlie!

So with two runs in the 6th,

South Bend gets even.

- I've gotta go! I've gotta go!

- We'll get it back.

You shake it off. Shake it off.

Say, Evelyn, can I ask you a question?

You got a moment?

Which team do you play for?

- Well, I'm a Peach.

- Well, I was just wondering...

...because I couldn't figure out why

you'd throw home...

...when we've got a 2-run lead!

You let the tying run get on second,

and we lost the lead!

You start using your head!

That's that lump that's three feet

above your ass!

Are you crying?

- No.

- Are you crying?

Are you crying?!

There's no crying!

There's no crying in baseball!

- Why don't you leave her alone?

- Oh, you zip it, Doris!

Rogers Hornsby, my manager,

called me a "talking pile of pig sh*t"!

That was when my parents came

from Michigan...

...to see me play the game! Did I cry?

- No, no.

- No! No! Do you know why?

- No.

Because there's no crying in baseball.

There's no crying in baseball!

No crying!

- What's the matter, Jimmy?

- She's crying, sir.

I didn't mean to do that.

Perhaps you chastised her

too vehemently.

Good rule of thumb: Treat each of

these girls as you would your mother.

Anyone ever tell you you look like

a penis with a hat on?

You're out of here!

- I heard that!

- You misunderstood.

- Ten seconds!

- You misunderstood!

You can't throw me out

knowing you've got a strike zone...

Off this field!

- Get in that dugout! Get off this field!

- You're out.

I can't believe no one ever

called you that before!

That's where you belong.

I'm in charge now.

All right, who's up here? Who's up?

The crowd's light today,

what with the tractor show in town.

If you're nearby, and you must be, since

this isn't a powerful radio station...

...come on down to the ballpark

and bring the kiddies.

People better start showing up.

We don't have fans,

we don't have a league.

- Ladies, you all look wonderful.

- Mr. Lowenstein.

- Hello.

- Hi.

There's a reporter and a photographer

in the stands from LIFE magazine.

- We're famous!

- LIFE magazine?

Don't waste your time, Doris.

- We get that in Saskatchewan.

- Dottie...

...I'm trying to get them to do

a story about you.

Me? Why me?

You're the "Queen of Diamonds."

That's what I'm calling you.

Did you tell them about me?

I told them how at first,

the scout didn't even want you...

...but how Dottie wouldn't come

without her kid sister.

They loved it. They really loved it.

A real human-interest story.

So will you just try to give them

something spectacular out there?

Anything.

Why, what's the matter?

Well, Mae, we're not doing so well.

Harvey and the other owners

think they've made a mistake.

They're talking about

closing you down.

- What?

- What are you talking about?

They can't close us down here.

- What kind of a thing is that?

- What's it mean?

They're businessmen.

No profit, no product.

And what am I supposed to do, huh?

Go back to taxi dancing?

Ten cents so some slob

can sweat gin all over me?

I'm never doing that again.

So you tell old rich Mr. Chocolate Man

that he ain't closing me down!

They can't keep us from playing!

We'll show them how we play.

I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

I am trying my best.

So will you just give them

everything you've got?

We always do.

A slick play by Alice Gaspers

and there's 2 gone...

...here in the 3rd.

That'll bring up Dee Lynch.

Lynch is the most consistent

Belles hitter this year.

- Okay, burn it in.

- Settles in.

Pops it up! Foul.

Hinson should have

no trouble with this.

She's under it.

- Out!

- Uncle Elmore's socks!

What did she do?

- I can't do that.

- Who can?

- What is her name?

- Dottie Hinson. D-O-T-T-I-E...

- Good play.

- What the hell was that?

I just thought it might

help the league.

I'm in a goddamn circus!

A triple. A double would be nice...

All right!

God knows we have a game.

It's not like any of this helps,

believe me.

Safe!

That was really nice!

All right, all right. Let's go, girls.

Dozens of people are waiting

for the game to start.

Yeah!

Batter!

What is her name?

Hey you, tall girl!

- Beverly.

- Beverly!

Look sharp, tall...

What is her name again?

- Beverly.

- Beverly. Good. Good.

Yeah! Five bucks! Five bucks!

What if, at a key moment in the game,

my uniform bursts open...

...and my bosoms come flying out?

That might draw a crowd, right?

Think there's men

who ain't seen your bosoms?

Thank you.

- Marla, what you got?

- What about me?

I got a letter from Nelson!

Fly ball as Dottie Hinson brings...

...the crowd to its feet

with a home run!

- Twenty-two!

- Twenty-two!

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- We love you, 22!

- Hey.

- Come on!

- Open your mouth!

- Evelyn.

- Kid! Kid! The kid ate the lineup!

Right here.

I'm so happy! Thank you.

Thanks so much. Thanks.

Thanks. Thank you.

- I love you.

- I'm so happy.

- I'll be back next season.

- Marla.

- See you next season!

- Bye, Marla.

Bye. Bye!

Slide! Slide!

Safe!

Thank you!

Let it up. Let it up.

And...

That was a good one.

- There's a fly ball to left!

- Get under it!

Betty Spaghetti makes the catch!

Brock tags up. Spaghetti makes

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