The Bad News Bears Page #8

He's not throwing it! Go!

Throw the ball, Joey.

Go! Go!

What are you doing?

Throw the ball!

They just tied it up.

Billy, your arm feel okay?

Take the mound.

Chris, right field.

Harriet!

Thirteen, second base.

One, right field.

- The score is now three, three.

- Three, pitching.

This is the last inning.

Tanner, Toby, Regi, and Jimmy...

you're sitting on the bench.

Ogilvie, Lupus...

Miguel, and Jose,

you take their place.

Mr. Buttermaker,

if I go in, we lose the game.

As it is now,

we still have a chance.

A damn good chance, so be on your

toes. Now get the hell out of here.

Ogilvie will be sitting there,

putting in his asthma medicine.

It's not my fault.

Why not just forfeit?

What did they do...

give him a six-pack

before the game?

Mr. Buttermaker...

I don't know about you,

but I want to win...

so don't send me in.

Listen, Lupus,

you didn't come into this life...

just to sit around

on a dugout bench, did you?

Get your ass out there

and do the best you can.

Your attention, please.

Parents and friends...

this is the last game

of the championship play-offs.

Let's give the little folks

a big hand.

They really deserve it.

Something's wrong with Amanda.

I think I'd better

get in a relief pitcher.

Buttermaker?

Hi, Whitewood.

I've gotta talk to you for a minute.

We're busy now.

We got a championship game here.

I'm aware of that.

I've got to talk to you.

Yeah?

Listen, is it really necessary

to send in that Lupus kid now?

- He hasn't played yet.

- I know that, Buttermaker...

but we've still got a chance.

Everybody on my team

gets a chance to play.

Come on, don't give me

that righteous bullshit!

These kids have gone through too

much for you to throw it away now.

We've got a chance to win.

You started this thing

so all the boys would have...

- a chance to play baseball.

- I know why I started this!

Not only your boy,

but all the boys.

Little boys hurt easily, or maybe

you haven't been watching...

what's been going on

here this afternoon.

Get back to the stands before

I shave off half your mustache...

and shove it up your left nostril.

Hold it! Time!

Time.

Okay, Amanda, that's it.

There's three more outs,

Boilermaker, so get lost.

Rudi!

I'm warning you.

Okay, Rudi, you're pitching.

Amanda, get out in left field.

We have no more reserves.

If only my knuckler

had been working...

I would have brought

those turkeys down.

We still got a chance.

Come on.

They're doing terrible.

- Put us back in.

- Don't worry about it.

Okay, Mike.

Don't worry. We'll catch them

at the bottom of the sixth.

Congratulations. Looks like

the championship is in the bag.

That's great, huh?

That's great.

Come on, Lupus!

Catch it for once!

If everybody gets a hit,

we win the game.

But we need five runs.

- Five runs? Easy.

- No chance.

What's everybody

moping about?

- Stein, you're up, aren't you?

- Yeah.

Grab a cruddy bat.

- Watch your fingers.

- Let's go, Stein. Come on!

He's going for two!

Out.

Two to go, Billy.

We got two to go.

Grab a helmet and get

in the on-deck circle.

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry about?

That was nice hustle.

Good try.

Put it there. I like that.

Okay, Billy, two to go.

She's got a sore arm!

You're out.

All right. One to go, Billy.

Two out. Two out.

One to go.

Okay. One out to go,

and then to Pizza Hut.

All right. Batter up.

Come on, you're holding up the game.

What's the matter, Ogilvie?

The plate is over there.

Without going into much detail,

I'm zero for 14 this season.

And aside from Timmy Lupus...

I'm probably the worst

player in this league.

Would you do me a favor, Ogilvie?

Just shut up and get up to the plate

and try to hit the ball.

Come on, batter. Let's go.

Okay, Mr. Buttermaker.

Strike one.

Okay, Billy, bear down now.

One out to go, babe.

Never seen you like this, Ogilvie.

Sure ain't like algebra, is it?

Just put it over.

He ain't swingin'.

That's the way to look.

You got a piece of it.

The count is 0-2.

Ball.

Glad you all came.

Frankly, I'm surprised the little

marshmallows did this well.

2-2.

Ball.

The count is full.

Come on, Billy!

Lose control or something?

Come on, Billy, don't walk this man.

Ball four.

Take your base.

Go, Ogilvie!

On to first, boy!

He walked him.

- Get down there!

- All right!

That's the way to go.

Come on, Ahmad.

This is for Allah. And it's going

way out there, sucker.

Let's go, Steve. Get it, Steve!

Go! Go! All right!

Beauty!

He beat him with a bunt.

That's a smart play, Ahmad!

That's a smart play!

Now batting, number seven...

Miguel Agilar, second base.

Ball.

That's it.

Way to look.

I know he's small, Billy.

Just pitch it lower.

Ball.

All right, Miguel.

Way to go.

Ball, inside. 3-0.

Ball four. Take your base.

- All right, Miguel!

- You all right, Billy?

Now batting, number three,

Kelly Leak, center field.

Billy.

Hey, Turner!

What the hell are you doing,

walking a man with the bases loaded?

You're putting the tying run

on first base, you imbecile!

Couldn't even manage a food store

and he's managing a baseball team.

What's the matter?

You can't pitch to him?

Come on!

You're out!

- Engelberg. Regi.

- What's this?

- We're celebrating.

- Why are we celebrating?

Because you should be

damn proud of yourselves.

I'll drink to that.

- Skoal.

- Would you cool it with the beer?

I got a photographer here

from the L.A. Times.

I would've gotten champagne,

but you don't pay me enough.

- Who didn't get a beer?

- You're paying him?

No, he's joking.

Don't drink that.

Buttermaker, maybe next spring

you'll teach me how to hit.

You bet.

Buttermaker,

this is your second-place trophy.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, sir.

I know we had our differences...

but at least we settled it

right here on the ball field.

My boys would like to say

something to your team. Boys.

We just wanna say

you guys played a good game.

And we treated you

pretty unfair all season.

We want to apologize.

We still don't think you're

all that good a baseball team...

but you got guts, all of you.

Let's give them a cheer. Come on.

Two, four, six, eight!

Who do we appreciate?

Bears! Bears!

Hey, Yankees! You can take

your apology and your trophy...

and shove it straight up your ass!

And another thing,

just wait till next year.

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