A Mile in His Shoes Page #7

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to endure it." What does that mean exactly? Uh... If you have information,

you must do the right thing. Do you think

you can do that, Laney? Yes. Yes. I can, Pastor. [Breathes deeply] [Line ringing] [Quiet chatter] Hey, did you see this? You guys see this? What's going on?

What's up? I mean, we shut them down

yesterday. MURPH: George, can I

see you for a minute? You should read that. What's up, Skipper? Someone wants to talk to you. Have a seat, Mr. Rogers. Or should I call you Lefty? Doesn't matter. What's this all about? I want to get your version

of what happened the night of Mickey's assault. I don't know anything more than

what you've already been told. Your teammates say you were

the last one to see Mickey. Is that right? Could be. And he left the party

with a young lady? LEFTY: Mm-hm. What time was that? Um, kinda hard to say.

Maybe... around 11:00, maybe? Any sign of trouble? A quarrel perhaps, maybe some

kind of misunderstanding? No. Not that I'm aware of. The girl.

You ever see her before? Yeah, I seen her around

the ballpark a few times. Saw a game the other day.

Pretty impressive. Thanks. Must be pretty hard

for you guys lately, what with Mickey being

on the shelf and all. It's a shame, you know. It hurts the whole team,

but we're doing okay. Well, I'm willing to bet, with a

pitching performance like that, and all those people

yelling your name and everyone taking

your picture, that goes a long way

to curing the hurt. What exactly do you want

from me, Sheriff? Just asking a few questions.

Well, you asked a few questions, I answered a few questions, and I got a game

to prepare for, so... You know, if we're done here

I'm gonna suit up. Not so fast, Rogers. I got a warrant for your arrest

as the primary suspect in the Tussler assault case. But I told you

I didn't do anything. I got a witness says

you're guilty. A witness. Who? You have a right

to remain silent. Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law. Skip? It's out of my hands, George. Let's go. MAN: Oh, man. [Players muttering] MAN: The guy's getting busted? It's going to be

all right, Mickey. MURPH: Okay, get ready, guys,

we got a game, let's go. Now, this whole thing

can go down easy, or hard. You tell me the truth, I'll do

what I can on the easy side. It's the last chance

to help you, son. They told me they were

friends of Mickey, all right? So I thought they knew him. And who's "they"? I don't know, a couple of guys. Came up to me at the party.

Never saw them before. Said they wanted

to surprise Mickey. Pretty thin stuff here.

Gonna be hard to go easy on you. Unless you got something

I can use. Look, I'm telling you.

I didn't know what they had planned. If I knew they were going

to hurt Mickey I never would have done it. We got a young lady

on record saying you asked her to get

Mickey alone, away from the party

so you could set him up. Who?

Nice girl named Laney Juris. Ring any bells? That ain't true!

So... So, what? I don't call her back

a couple of times and she lies about me

to the police? You two have a history? Yeah, we went out a few times. What it looks like to me,

Mr. Rogers, is that this country boy

blew into town and became a thorn

in your side. He stole your thunder,

then you used this poor girl to get rid of him so you

could be the star again. And it almost worked, too. Except your girlfriend

couldn't keep her mouth shut. Probably a jury's going to feel

sorry for her, she'll walk. If you keep playing it

the hard way, you could be looking

at jail time. Look, I'm innocent, Sheriff. It wasn't me. Of course it wasn't.

Never is. I can't believe Lefty would

do that to Mickey. Terrible. Whatever happened to

sportsmanship, team spirit? Three games left and I've lost

my two top pitchers. There's this kid

out at Toledo... No. No more recruiting trips. It worked well enough

last time. That was a miracle. Well, make it happen

again, Murph. Get your boy back,

or get someone else. I'm trying. I'm working with the

kid, but he's got no control. It's like he forgot

how to pitch. It's a little late in the season

to be starting from scratch. That's it! That is it. Thank you! Murph. Murph! Where did all these apples

come from? I got them for you, Mick. You know, I think there's

too many. I can't do it. I've seen you throw

twice as many on the farm. No, to eat.

There's too many to eat. You have been hanging

around Pee Wee too long. No, Mick, I just want you

to take these apples and toss them into the crate. Just like you used to

back on the farm. Is Oscar here? Oscar's not here, but... Maybe this will ring a bell. Oscar! Do you think I could keep this? Yeah, that's for you.

Absolutely, keep that. Thank you. All right, now just imagine

we're on the farm, Oscar's hanging out, and you're going to feed

the animals. Throw a few apples

right into the barrel. Just go ahead, give it a shot. All right! Hey, Mick! I don't think I can do it. No. You can do it,

just relax. It's a beautiful day

on the farm and the animals are

hungry, that's it. Okay. All right,

you're getting there, Mick. You're getting there! Okay? There you go. Try it again.

You're doing better. Just nice and relaxed.

Relax, bud! Oh, ho! [Laughs] I think I just gave up a homer! All right! Now... You just feed the animals.

I'm going to step up to bat. Don't worry about me at all. Go ahead, put 'em in there! Wow! Ohh! Come on, then, what you got? That is beautiful! Mick, that is fantastic!

How do you feel?! I feel pretty good, Mr. Murphy. You feel good enough maybe

to start Saturday's game, the championship game

against the Bullets? I think you can. I mean... Yeah, I mean,

I think I could. I know you can, Mick. Well, then, I know I can, too. All right. You want to throw

a couple more?! Yeah, let's throw a few more! All right! [Laughing]

So, Oscar can only kill Artemis. Artemis... Oh, that's right,

that's his name. The demon pig. [Both laugh] [Crowd chattering and clapping] MOLLY: I tried to stop him,

but his mind's already made up. MURPH: But why? CLARENCE: He already

got hurt once. I don't think so, Mr. Murphy. MURPH: He's right over here. Mickey, some visitors

are here to see you. Mom, Dad. You're here

to watch me pitch today? Get your stuff, Mickey.

We're leaving. I missed you so much.

How are you feeling? All better.

I already told you, boy. We're going home.

So, let's go. He has worked so hard for this! He can handle this.

Right, Mick? Mick? You see what I mean? Not in front of all those

people. Not my boy. Why don't you try

supporting your son, instead of doubting him

all the time? What is that supposed to mean? Any father would be thrilled

to watch their son pitch in the big game. He is mentally disabled, sir. Out of touch with reality.

And he don't belong here. He belongs at home where he'll

be safe and away from trouble. I respectfully disagree. I think Mickey needs this team

and I know we need Mickey. I know exactly what

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