The Bad News Bears Page #3

Come on, Bobby!

Come on in!

Slide! Slide!

Way to go!

No competition!

Hey, clutch!

Go ahead, take it.

Take two, take three.

Go on home.

Home, I said.

Trust me. Home.

Home!

Maybe we ought to...

Damn it.

Hold it up.

I just want to get a word

with the other coach, okay?

- Okay, hurry it up.

- You got it.

- Hey, Turner.

- Yeah?

What do you say we call this off?

This is getting ridiculous.

They're calling it off in 15 minutes

so let me give you a little advice.

Let your team stay out there.

That way they didn't give up,

and they won't be quitters.

I'm calling this off right now.

- I was just thinking of your boys.

- The hell you were.

The hell I wasn't.

What I saw out there today

made me sick, you know that?

Your team has no right

being on that field.

Look at yourself, Butterworth.

Look at that team.

I mean, why don't you

do this league a favor?

You and the Bears

just drop out.

I mean it.

I mean just...

just drop out.

- I mean it.

- We forfeit the game.

- You forfeit?

- Yeah.

That's it!

That's the game!

- Forfeit by the Bears!

- Come on in, fellas!

The remainder of this game

has been canceled...

by request of the Bears'manager,

and forfeited to the Yankees.

Next up,

the Athletics and the Mets.

Up the alley, down the street,

who's the hardest team to beat?

Bears! Bears!

Well, guys, it ain't so bad.

I was once in a high-school game

where the score...

Come on, guys.

It's only a game.

Nice try. Maybe next time

you'll get a chance to bat.

Hey, Tanner!

Come down, Tanner.

Get down from there.

Forget about that.

Sit down.

I want to talk to you.

I'm not listening to you, crud.

I'm leaving.

- Sit down, Tanner.

- Leave him alone.

Hey, wait a minute.

Where are you guys going?

I got to talk to you.

It's important.

I got to talk to you.

- What do you want?

- Ahmad's up a tree.

- Ahmad?

- Yeah.

- Climbed up a tree?

- Says he's not coming down.

Tell his family about it.

Said if I told them

where he was, he'd kill me.

And anyway,

I promised him I wouldn't.

How's the view up there, Ahmad?

How come you're not

wearing your clothes?

Don't deserve to wear

no uniform.

You get away from here,

Buttermaker.

This ain't your tree.

Anybody can climb up here.

Just leave me alone.

Keeping your family

waiting, you know.

Can't face them.

Why?

What do you mean?

Errors, that's why.

Easy fly balls.

There's nothing easy about

those fly balls, Ahmad.

They were tough chances.

The sun was in your eyes.

Don't give me any of

your honky bullshit.

I know they were easy.

Let's not bring race

into this, Ahmad.

We got enough problems as it is.

- Your brothers will understand.

- No, they won't.

They'd never make flubs like that.

They were all big athletes.

When they were my age,

they were captains of their teams...

and great players,

and I'm not.

I'm lousy at football,

lousy at basketball...

and I'm lousy at baseball, and I'm

quitting the whole damn thing.

Thank God Hank Aaron

didn't act like this.

What?

Don't give me that "what."

You know what I'm talking about.

What you talking about?

The 42 errors.

Forty-two errors?

Come off it, Ahmad!

Stop pulling my leg.

You know what I'm talking about.

You know all about Hank Aaron.

His first year in sandlot ball,

he committed 42 errors.

He was nine years old.

Broke his little heart.

He damn near quit.

Thank God for us he didn't.

- There'd be no great old number 44.

- Buttermaker, you're so full of...

It's common knowledge,

for crying out loud!

Ask Ogilvie!

I'm surprised you didn't know that.

He's your favorite player too.

Well.

Kind of ruins my plans.

I was thinking around the fourth

game, you'd be switch-hitting.

With your speed

and right side of the plate...

those few extra steps you get,

you'd be a tough out.

You know, bunts,

things like that.

I am kind of fast, huh?

You're very fast.

At present there are at least

two to three instances...

of cardiac arrest or heart seizure

at every major sports event...

at the Coliseum...

You're two and a half hours late.

I told you to meet me in my office.

- I couldn't find it.

- Jesus.

I couldn't believe that score...

26 to nothing.

What a beating!

My son wouldn't come out

of his room all weekend.

That's why I want

to disband the team.

- Have you told the boys yet?

- Not yet.

I was hoping to sneak away from the

office today and drop by the field.

Actually, it might be better

if you told them yourself.

I mean, they really do like you.

And I'd appreciate it.

What if the boys

don't want to quit?

That's not important. This has

been very humiliating for me.

We've obviously put these boys in

a situation they just can't handle.

- I hope you think that's fair.

- Excuse me.

Mr. Harrison is here with his 2:30

appointment about the police bill.

- Would you sign these first?

- I know this has all been my fault.

I just want to end it

as quickly as possible.

Good-bye, Buttermaker.

I know it says $ 1.25 on the map...

but what it really is is $2.00

because of inflation.

Hey, Boilermaker,

long time no see.

Pretty fancy neighborhood

you're working these days, Amanda.

- Coming up in the world, huh?

- What are you doing here?

I didn't have any pools to clean, so

I thought I'd drop by and say hello.

- How's your mom?

- Fine. What's it to you?

Is that the way to talk? I haven't

seen you in two or three years.

If you're looking for money,

you can forget it.

I'm not looking for money.

I'm not looking for anything.

- Be sociable, for crying out loud.

- What's that?

- What's what?

- It's a mitt.

- What?

- That.

Oh, yeah.

I thought, you know,

if you weren't too busy...

- maybe you'd like to play catch.

- No, thanks.

Well, it was just an idea.

I mean, it's...

- How's your fastball these days?

- Why?

To tell you the truth, I'm coaching

a bunch of kids some baseball.

Maybe if you're not doing anything,

you can drop by the field...

and maybe join the team

for old times' sake.

I knew you were up to something.

I'm through with pitching.

My mom says you almost ruined me

with that sports stuff.

How?

That fastball you taught me

put my arm in a sling.

It's a fine way to act toward me.

I figure you owe me a thing or two.

- Owe you a thing or two?

- I was like a father to you.

- Some father.

- Didn't I take you to ball games?

- You'd have gone anyway.

- Didn't I take you horseback riding?

Didn't I take you and your mother

to the movies twice a week?

- Didn't I pay for your math tutor?

- The tutor was a drunk like you.

I got a "D" in math that year.

Didn't I let you hang around

while I cleaned the pools?

While you cleaned the pools?

Who are you trying to kid?

I'm the one who did all the work.

You sat and drank beer all day.

By the fourth pool,

you were out cold.

I had to call my mom

to come pick us up.

What about your appendix?

Who rushed you to the hospital?

Who saved your life? Would

you be alive if it weren't for me?

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