The Bad News Bears Page #7

going and telling us how to play.

Let that turkey loose,

Buttermaker...

or I'll chew his ears off

and stick them back in his face.

You're acting like a bunch

of babies! Cut it out.

Nobody has to worry anymore

'cause I'm quitting.

No, you're not. You came this far.

You're going the rest of the way.

If it's yesterday you're worried

about, you can blame me.

I'm the one who told

Kelly to cover for you.

Why?

Why?

What do you mean, why?

We're in the championship,

aren't we?

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

Just behave yourselves

and act like men.

The Yankees have got the field now.

Let's get back to the dugout.

I'm not gonna talk about winning.

I'm gonna talk about losing.

'Cause if you guys lose this game...

each and every one of you...

you're going

to have to live with it.

You're about the best team

I ever coached.

Play a good game.

First up for the Yankees...

number one, Chris Love, left field.

Put 'em down in order...

one, two, three.

Come on!

You want to win, don't you?

That's what you showed up for,

every damn one of you!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, Ahmad!

Hurry!

Throw it home!

Safe!

Did you see that, Ump?

That's not allowed!

Hey, hey!

That's enough of that!

Break it up!

All right, you mother,

see if you can kick my ass!

How's your chest feel, hon?

I know I don't have

too much up there...

but what I've got sure don't

feel too good right now.

I didn't need your help, you know.

I know.

I could have taken

all those guys myself.

- Yeah.

- Those Yankees are real turds.

They sure are.

Turner, you better

cut out that cheap crap.

Cheap crap?

We're playing clean, hard baseball.

You call spiking

an 11 -year-old girl...

Spiking? The umpire called it safe.

My team plays by the book.

- All right, pus-head.

- You got any crying to do...

cry to the umpire.

Get back to your dugout. Maybe

your team could use your help...

but I doubt it.

All right, Eddie!

You guys play by the book.

One ball, two strikes, one out!

Strike three!

You're out of there.

You better pitch better than you're

hitting or I'm gonna take you out.

Turner, she's going to

ram it down your throat!

What the hell's the matter with you?

You come here to play ball?

You play ball,

or you're going home!

You run out every hit!

I don't care

if he had you beat by a mile!

2-0.

Ball.

Way to go, Ahmad.

He's going to walk you.

He can't find the plate.

And now batting for the Bears...

number three,

Kelly Leak, at center field.

What the hell is the matter?

You don't swing at a 3-0 pitch.

Are you crazy?

Get in there and

never do that again.

Shut up. I don't want

to hear any excuses.

- Get in there.

- Come on, Kelly.

Joey!

Ball one.

Hey, pus-head!

Are you crazy?

An intentional walk

with the bases empty?

This is baseball,

not backgammon.

My first baseman is lonely.

- Rudi.

- What?

The first inside pitch you get,

lean into it and let it hit you.

- You want to win the game?

- I don't want to get hurt.

- But you want to win the game.

- Yeah.

Engelberg is up after you.

We need runs.

He's been murdering the ball lately.

Do as I tell you.

Let's get on, Rudi.

Ball one.

That's the way to take it.

That's ball one.

Take your base.

Rudi, take your base, boy.

Everybody moves! Everybody!

Come on.

Let's get a hit, Engelberg.

Well, well, well,

if it isn't "Engelpuke."

How would you like me to stick

this bat where the sun never shines?

- Sit on it, fat ass.

- Shove it.

Ease up, Joey.

Taking easy control, baby.

Ground-rule double.

Stein, get back.

Get back, will you?

It's a ground-rule double.

You can't score from first base.

Turner, why don't you build a fence

for players instead of chickens?

Keep that finger out, Engelpuke,

and I'll bust it off.

Jimmy Feldman for the Bears.

Come on, come on.

You're holding up the game.

Go! Go! Go!

Throw the ball, Chris.

Go! Go!

He's safe.

One out.

You posing for a picture?

You in love with that ball

or something?

End of the first inning.

The Bears lead two to one

over the Yankees.

- Safe.

- What?

What are you talking about?

He was out by a mile.

Do you think you gotta

kiss ass around here...

because they been here

longer than us?

There's two teams here, Umpire.

Two teams, not one.

Don't turn your back on me.

Are you a friend of Roy Turner's?

You gonna call them like that

all day, let us know now.

We may as well go home.

Get a pair of glasses.

Stein, same thing.

- No. I don't want to do it.

- Stein, we're still in the game.

This hurts.

I don't like it.

You don't have to get hit in

the back. Get hit in the arm or leg.

Don't make it obvious.

Go ahead.

Rudi Stein, number ten.

James Henry

won't take curveballs.

Buttermaker, you better take Amanda

out now. She's hurting pretty bad.

I know, but she told me

she wants to play.

Of course she does.

But if you don't take her out...

she'll throw her arm out.

Who's managing this team,

you or me?

- You.

- Shut up and play your position.

Let me worry

about the team's health.

What do you want me to do,

put in Rudi Stein?

He always swings from the hip.

Then comes Chris Love.

Strike.

You're out.

I told you not to swing,

you idiot!

Get back here! Move it!

Stein, get back in here!

- Goddamn it, you stupid...

- Yankees two, Bears two.

Everybody, sit down.

Come on. Sit down.

Sit down, Engelberg.

What's the matter with you?

Next time I tell you

to do something, goddamn it...

you do it or else

you're off this team.

And the rest of you,

what's the matter with you?

All season long, you've been

laughed at, crapped on!

Now you've got a chance

to spit it back in their faces.

And what do you do?

You're out there like a bunch

of dead fish, not listening...

bonehead plays, mistakes.

Don't you want

to beat those bastards?

All right.

Get out there now

and do the best you can.

Let's go, Joey!

- Strike two!

- What are you swinging at?

That was a ball, Joey!

Strike!

Second time in a row

you struck out.

Slide!

Safe!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the end of the top of the fifth.

The score is three for the Yankees

and two for the Bears.

Well, well, well,

if it isn't Engelpuke again.

Shove it, Turner.

That's the way, Engelberg!

Foul ball.

That's outside the line.

This is the kid that got

the double last time, right?

Yeah.

He almost whacked that

right out of the ballpark...

so don't give him

anything to hit at.

Low and outside. You got it?

Just pitch them low and outside.

- Low and outside.

- Dad, I wanted to strike him out.

All right. Play ball!

Let's go, Engelberg!

- Boy, that was close to my head!

- Time! Time!

What's this, beanball?

You tried to hit him,

didn't you?

No. It just got away.

Don't lie to me!

You tried to hit him.

You son of a b*tch.

He tried to bean him.

He could have killed that kid.

You know why he threw it.

I told him to throw it

low and outside.

He could have killed that kid.

Throw the ball, Joey!

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