Major League II Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 105 min
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You used to be
this team's toughest guy.
Now you're trying
to prop yourself up
with the right woman
or shrink.
You want to be
You have to find
something in yourself
that's yours
and nobody else's.
You had that once, Rick.
If were you,
I'd spend the rest of the night
trying to find it.
Without it, you're no good
to me or the team.
What an a**hole.
What an amazing a**hole.
I thought
he was my friend.
Why is everybody
so threatened
by me improving myself?
What an a**hole.
Hey, you're looking good, Lou.
Forget about me.
I'm fine.
You gotta
talk to the team,Jake.
Give 'em hell. Let 'em know they're
too good to roll over and play dead.
Will do, Skip. And, hey,
we'll win this one for you.
Hey, Taylor!
Promise me one thing.
- Sure. What?
- When you talk to the team
don't give 'em
one of them corny
"Let's win one for Lou"
speeches.
I couldn't stand that.
Yeah. Promise.
Give 'em hell tonight,
Schoupie.
Look alive there, Pedro.
Rube, give this catalog a try.
I think you'll
like the writing.
Thanks.
"Frederick's
of Hollywood?"
Alright, everybody,
listen up.
I didn't want to have
to tell you this, but...
Lou's goin' under
the knife tomorrow.
Yeah.
He's not doin' so good.
Doctor told me
he might not make it at all.
As a matter of fact,
there's a good chance
that this game tonight might be
his last experience on this earth.
He had a hard time talking.
But he did say this...
win this one for me.
I might as well have
just in case
I'm not headed there.
Hell! When a man's
lights are about to go out
the fat lady can't sing
if it's not over!
Come on!
Let's go.
You okay, Pedro?
That was beautiful, man.
It made me realize that there are
more important things than baseball.
I love you, man.
Oh, no.
How you doing, everybody?
Harry Doyle here welcoming all you
fanatic featherheads
to the American League
Championship Series,
where, tonight, the comeback kids
of the Cuyahoga
for the first time
since 1954.
Out to spoil the fun are those
Pale Hosers from the Windy City,
who squeaked by the Tribe
a year ago in the playoffs
and lucked out again
in the World Series.
What else can you say
about these White Sox except...
at least
they're not from Canada.
After tonight, we'll be going to
the World Series.
Yeah, in Chicago.
Schoup ready
Winds and fires to Termini.
He swung and missed,
and we're underway.
Oh, no.
Baker threw the ball
to third.
I guess he felt Wilcox
didn't get enough infield practice.
Anyway...
Schoup ready again.
Winds and comes to Termini.
High, and the count
is even at 1 and 1.
Son, you throw that ball
down there again, with nobody on,
you're going to make me
very unhappy.
"The tulip lace bra
has ruffled underwired cups,
creating a curvier you,
for evening's bare neckline. "
Whoo!
Yeah!
back to the pitcher.
"Matching crocheted panties
are also available. "
Bottom of the 1st,
2 down, Dowling in scoring
position at second.
Bucek comes set,
fires to Cerrano.
Swung on and popped up,
and that'll do it.
Bottom of the 3rd,
still nothing-nothing.
Tanaka at the plate
as Baker leads away from second.
Bucek into the stretch,
delivers.
Tanaka swings
and lines a base hit
to left field.
Baker around third.
They're waving him home.
Get down!
Baker dives!
Oh, shoot.
He scores!
And the Indians lead
1to nothing.
Oh, shut up!
It's only one run.
Top of the 4th.
Parkman leads
away from first,
Beck from second.
Schoup comes to the stretch.
Delivers to Shaw.
There's a swing and a drive
to deep right field.
It's off the fence.
Cerrano up with it.
Beck scores.
Here comes Parkman
around third.
The relay from Miller.
They've got Parkman nailed.
The ball comes loose,
and the White Sox
take the lead, 2-1.
Welcome to
the big leagues, hayseed.
Don't stand on the tracks
when the train's coming through.
Bottom of the 4th.
Cerrano swings
and strikes out again.
That's a good pitch.
Top of the 5th,
Sox threatening again here.
Bases loaded,
2 outs, 3 and 2 on Dawson.
Schoup has to throw a strike.
The runners will be moving
on the pitch.
Here it is.
And Dawson drives one to deep center.
This is trouble.
Way back toward the wall.
Hayes racing.
Still going.
He's got it!
Not this time!
And the Indians
dodge a 3-run bullet.
What a catch by Hayes.
2 down, bottom of the 5th,
2 and 1 on Hayes,
trying to pick up
Miller from third.
Hey, Black Hammer,
read some of your reviews.
One guy said Willie Mays Hayes
couldn't play dead.
Bucek, the big Chicago
left-hander,
winds, fires...
High. Ball 3 to Hayes.
He also said
the stunts were a joke.
You do your own stunts,
orwere you afraid
of getting hurt?
If get
the chance to score,
we'll see who's afraid.
I don't intend to slide.
You don't?
You better, little man.
Just 'cause your movie bombed
doesn't mean you have
to commit suicide.
Hayes waits for
the 3-0 delivery.
Low. Ball 4.
I'll be home soon,
honey.
I'll be waiting,
sweetheart.
So Bucekwalks Hayes,
putting runners at the corners
as Baker comes
to the plate
with the Indians
still trailing 2-1.
Some little sheep back home probably
misses ya, huh, Rube?
The runners
take their leads.
Bucek checks,
comes to the plate,
Baker swings
and lines a drive
to the left field corner.
It's off the wall.
Belmonti up with it.
Miller scores.
Here comes the throw.
Come on! Aah!
Sucker!
Hayes scores!
And the Indians
lead 3-2.
I told you
I wasn't gonna slide.
You got a long way
to go, Peckerhead.
That's Mr. Peckerhead
to you, pal. Ah!
Yeah, baby.
Aha! Now we're starting
to roll, boys!
Are you alright?
Oh, yeah.
I love this British stuff.
General Spenser-Ewell was a patient
of your Uncle Richard's.
Arthur and I dined...
T op of the 7th,
3-2 I ndians.
The White Sox have runners
at the corners.
Schoup is 2 and 1
to Parkman.
Parkman doing
his little shimmy.
It makes the women
here in Cleveland puke.
One more, Schoup!
Schoup delivers...
Parkman swings
and hammers a long drive
to deep left center field.
Back goes Hayes.
It's gone.
Damn.
Yes! Yes!
Parkman, you stud!
Parkman puts the Sox
back on top, 5-3.
You scumbag bum!
Sit down!
See? I told ya.
Bring out the tarp.
Cover the field.
I can't watch this anymore.
It's over.
Turn the lights out.
Bring in the bulldozers.
Turn this place
into a parking lot.
That his
elderlymother...
This is tragic stuff.
Bottom of the 8th, 2 down,
Campbell at first.
down to their last
four outs.
Taylor's got to get
something done here,
or he'll have the bottom
of the order in the 9th.
Dorn.
Yeah?
Didn't this guy used
to pitch you inside?
Yeah.
Get a bat
and step into one.
What?
Let him hit you
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