A League of Their Own Page #6

the throw! It's gonna be close!

And...

- Aunt Edna's bridgework! She is out!

- Out!

Dottie Hinson held onto the ball!

Oh, doctor!

A lot of ballplayers use it.

Out!

High foul pop.

It's coming back! Coming back!

She caught it! Unbelievable!

Full house on its feet

cheering Dottie Hinson!

- That sounded good.

- Yeah.

- You haven't got a curve ball left.

- I don't?!

- You haven't had a curve ball since...

- Have you been watching?

Safe!

Okay.

He's good-looking.

- What's he do when not in the Army?

- Dairy assistant manager.

He's gonna be manager someday.

He's real smart.

So he's good-looking and smart.

There's so few of us.

Where did you say he was again?

Italy?

Yeah, I think. I haven't got a letter

from him in three weeks.

I used to get one every week.

Well, that doesn't mean anything.

If he's in combat, it's not like there's

a mailbox on every corner.

Besides, if something happened,

you would've got a telegram.

- Oh, God, don't...

- But he's fine. No, he's fine.

How come you're not in the Army?

I have no cartilage...

...in my knee. Not that you

need cartilage to shoot Nazis.

You need this, right? Trigger finger.

I could do that.

Right.

How did I get so useless so fast?

- Boys really like this on your fingers?

- It works for me.

Your sister's not gonna be mad?

I don't care.

Listen, when...

- Bob.

...Bob comes back...

...are you gonna keep playing?

- Oh, no.

- You could just quit like that?

- Sure.

You play like you love it.

No. No.

- Does he know how good you are?

- Bob?

No, Hitler. Yes, Bob.

How good am I?

You stink.

You're lousy.

You're only the best player

in the league. You don't know that?

Well...

You ever been married?

Well, let me think. Yeah, twice.

Any children?

One of them was, yeah, yeah.

- Is she out?

- Yeah.

Well, I think it's time for a drink.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

- These really don't mix.

- Here.

- Good, huh?

- Oh, yeah. It's great.

Fair ball!

Time!

Jimmy Dugan pops his head

out of the dugout.

He's on his way to talk to his hurler.

Kit Keller looks mighty tired.

Game's getting pretty exciting.

I'll finish it right here.

I'll strike this turkey out.

Betty's ready to come in.

Come on. I've never been

taken out before.

Ask Dottie.

I really wanna finish this game,

Jimmy. Please?

What do you think?

Well, you know, she's battling.

- What do you think?

- She's done. She's throwing grapefruits.

Blue!

It looks like Keller's coming out of the

game, and she is not happy about it!

Nice job, Kit!

Betty Horn sprints in

from the left-field bullpen.

Look at this crowd. This is great.

They're jumping, hopping, cheering...

...and they paid to get in.

You did a fabulous job.

I won't forget this.

Thank you very much, Mr. Harvey.

I appreciate it, coming from you.

But to be perfectly honest, I think

the girls deserve most of the credit.

Oh, they're great.

Fortunately, we won't need

them anymore. Do you want a peanut?

No. What do you mean?

What do you mean, what do I mean?

We're winning the war.

Our situation changed.

Roosevelt himself said,

"Men's baseball won't be shut down."

So we won't need the girls next year.

Bases loaded. Bottom of the 9th.

Rockford up 6 to 2. Two men out.

- No balls, 2 strikes.

- Okay, Betty, right here.

Strike 3!

And that is the ball game!

Rockford is in the playoffs!

I love these girls.

I don't need them, but I love them.

Look at that. Come on. Let's go.

Oh, look at me. I'm full of peanuts!

I've got peanuts all over myself.

This is what it's gonna be like

in the factories too, I suppose.

"Men are back.

Turn in your rivets."

We told them it was their patriotic duty

to get out and go to work.

When the men come back,

they're sent back to the kitchen.

Should we send the boys returning

from war back to the kitchen? Come on.

Excuse me.

Do you know how dedicated they are?

What they go through?

They play with sprained ankles,

broken fingers.

They ride a bus all night to play

a double-header the next morning.

I'll make it up to them.

What? With Harvey Bars?

I'm getting tired of listening

to you, Ira.

I'd like your permission

to take over the league.

What?

Do you understand?

All of the owners are getting out.

There's no point to it anymore.

Just let them finish the season,

and that's it!

I sold your product when there

was no product. This is a product!

There is no room for girls' baseball

in this country...

...once the war is over.

They're through.

I think you're wrong.

And I'm gonna prove it to you,

Mr. Harvey!

Hi, my name's Mae. That's more

than a name, that's an attitude.

Here's my friend Doris.

Best player on the team.

Smile for the camera.

- Thank you, Mae.

- You're the best.

- The game put us in the playoffs.

- I could have finished.

Stilwell could've hit off you.

What's the matter?

Too big to finish your own games now?

Hey!

Don't start with me, Kit.

Don't you start with me. Don't start!

Kit, come on, cut it out!

What the hell are you doing?!

- Hey, you guys.

- Get off of me!

- Jimmy!

- Stop it!

Get off of her.

- Get your sister off of her!

- Stay out of it!

- You stay out of it!

- Doris!

You just wait, Doris!

Let me down!

You stay down there and you cool off!

- Why'd she do it?

- She was vulnerable. You provoked her.

- Shut up, Helen!

- You're making her more upset.

Really!

- I don't need it from Helen too.

- Take a shower.

- Leave me. I'm not taking a shower.

- She reminds me of my husband.

Save some hot water for me,

you guys.

You okay?

My rear end hurts

where Jimmy dropped me.

- You acted like a baby out there.

- You treat me like a baby.

I treated you like a pitcher

who'd lost her stuff.

When Betty's in trouble, you nurse her.

Every pitch, you're backing her up!

I seem to remember last week...

...somebody throwing

a rosin bag in my face.

Told me to get my fat ass behind

the plate. Was that you or the umpire?

You could've backed me up today...

...instead of holding me back.

I hold you back?

It's like at home.

It's like if you're here,

then I'm not here.

What does that mean?

I don't know what I mean.

I know I'm wrong.

I know you're right and I'm wrong.

I know that. I just... You...

I just get so mad!

Why do you gotta be so good, huh?

Hey, Kit.

Kit.

Dottie, there you are.

You weren't on the bus.

Could I speak to you a minute?

I have to leave.

Don't worry.

The bus wouldn't leave without you.

No. I'm going home.

I'm leaving the team.

What?

- Why? What...

- I have to go home.

Home? You can't go home now.

No, it...

This couldn't come at a worse time.

You see, we're in a bit of a crisis,

and I have to try to pull something off.

It's not a good time to lose

our most popular player.

- What's the problem? Maybe I can help.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

It's personal?

It's one of the girls, isn't it?

It's Mae, right?

No. Kit, that's it.

I've noticed there's some friction.

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