The Sandlot: Heading Home Page #8

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I helped my dad measure this dump. We cream

the ball, even you could hit a home run.

- [Needman] Let's go, guys.

Go on. Get in here. Hustle up!

- Yeah!

- So what are we going to do today?

- [All] Win!

That's right, and I'm gonna bulldoze

this place first thing in the morning.

Hey, Bill!

- How are you doing?

- Better than a doubleheader on Sundays.

- What do you got for me today?

- I got something good for you today.

- I hope it's better than that hair.

- Yeah. Yeah. E. J!

- Come on over here. You remember E.J.

- Oh, absolutely.

- E.J., how are you doing?

- How could I forget? Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too. But how about that

Santorelli kid I've been hearing about?

- They tell me a lot about him.

I want to see him.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Uh, Tommy.

- Come on over here.

I've got somebody for you to meet.

- Hey, Tommy. How are you doing?

I've heard a lot about you. I've come to watch

you play. I want to see what you can do.

- Yeah. E.J. Here, he's been...

- I've been practicing.

- I've heard a lot about you too.

- Okay, well, I'm going to go warm up.

- All right, Tommy. Nice to meet you.

- Nice seeing you.

- I'm gonna go warm up.

You won't be disappointed.

- All right. Yeah, l... I hope not.

No. E.J., he's...

he's been improving, yeah.

- Yeah, well, he has great coaching.

- Yeah, yeah, that's right, yeah.

Welcome to the Valley Little League

Tournament championship game.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please

rise for our national anthem.

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- Let's do this!

- Dork.

- [Boy] All right. Let's go.

Let's cream these losers.

[Whispering]

Good luck.

They'll be sorry

they were ever born.

I still can't believe

he'd play for Needman!

- I knew he was a traitor all along.

- So duplicitous.

Man, we are so dead. Not only did we

lose Tommy, but we're minus a player.

- All right, guys, listen up...

- I've got something to say.

- What?

- Did Ryan just speak?

I've been around you guys

for a long time.

One thing I know is that Benny's right.

You guys love baseball.

You eat, drink and sleep baseball,

but nothing compares to playing it.

If we give up now, well, you can say

good-bye to the sandlot forever.

- But you don't...

- Zip it, tubby!

It's my turn to talk.

Tommy taught us a lot

about baseball skills.

Instead of being mad at him, let's show him

exactly what he failed to learn from us...

how to play the game we love.

I don't know about you guys, but I don't want

to lose this field to a bunch of butt-faces.

- The mouth on that kid.

- So what are we gonna do today, boys?

- We're gonna win!

- That's right.

All right, guys.

What he said.

Everybody in.

- Yeah!

- [All] One, two, three! Sandlots!

- I need to talk to you, Needman.

- Hey, isn't that that Santorelli kid?

I thought he was on the Sandlot team.

It ain't over till the fat lady sings.

Oh. Oh, uh, sorry.

[Chuckles]

- Take your position, Santorelli.

You can tell me after the game.

- But I need to talk to you!

Yeah! Whoo!

Are you deaf, son?

Move it. Now!

- Santorelli!

- What is he doing?

Where are you going?

I told you your position.

Wait! What are you doing, boy?

Son, you do not want to do this.

- What do you want?

- I want to win.

Yeah, so do we.

- Get lost, Tommy.

- Yeah, vamoose. We don't need you.

Look, I made a mistake.

- I'm sorry.

- What are you saying?

I made a deal to play for Needman's team,

because I thought it was my destiny.

This isn't the part where

you go off about the Dodgers...

the Hall of Fame and your

smoking-hot girlfriends, is it?

No. This is the part where I throw

that all away to do what's right.

Play ball with my friends.

- What did I say?

- That is, if you'll have me.

Look, I would rather lose

a game with my real team...

than win one

for all the wrong reasons.

You made a bad mistake.

We're not gonna lose.

Take off that ridiculous uniform

and get ready to bat.

Thanks, Tommy.

Son, you had me going there.

[Chuckles]

What are you doing? Now, that is not

the right decision to make there, boy.

Hey, Earl.

I won't be needing this anymore.

- [Man] Whoa!

- [Cheering]

Hey, good thing

I didn't throw this away.

- Great to have you back, Tommy.

- [All] Yeah!

Son, you can kiss St. Agnus good-bye.

Yeah, and that's not the half of it.

- We're gonna play ball or what?

- [All] Yeah!

Let's play ball.

All right.

Let's go!

[Wok]

Nice hit, Tommy.

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- Oh, get under it! Get under it!

[Clanking]

Yeah, I got it!

This way! No, that way! No...

- What are you doing?

- He's out of there!

Safe!

Out!

Come on, Sandlots!

Yeah! Go! Go!

You're out!

Whoo! You can do it!

- Safe!

- Let's go, boys!

- Safe!

- Come on, Two Ton!

- Are you okay?

- Man down! Man down!

Man out.

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- Out!

[Timber] Come on, Tommy!

Send it to the North Pole.

[Boy] Hit a homer, Tommy!

Got a man on!

Walk him, son.

- But, Dad...

- You do what I say.

Hey, Needman. You really going to put

the tying run in scoring position?

Hey, Rodriguez, you coach your team

and I'll coach mine, all right?

But, Dad... I mean, Coach,

I can take this guy.

Time.

- I can get him out.

- Son, it is too risky.

Look, I got him down.

This punk can't hit the outside pitch.

- I promise you he's all mine.

- No, E.J.

You always said a Needman

never backs down from a fight.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not backing down.

All right,

but if you're wrong...

your new 10-speed bike is going

in the wood chipper, you understand me?

Two words:
Wood chipper.

Play ball!

Strike one!

Good pitch, pitcher.

Strike two!

- Come on, boy.

- Don't worry about it, Tommy.

- [Cheering]

- [Man] Foul ball!

[Groaning]

[Boy]

Nice try, Tommy.

Come on!

Put it through his kitchen!

Go, Tommy!

Hey, Santa, is that

the North Pole out there?

[Boy]

Go, Santa!

That's it, E.J.

You got him just where you want him.

[Scoffs]

You're out of here.

So is this next pitch.

- Run! Run! Run!

- [Glass Shattering]

[Cheering]

I loved that 10-speed!

- Three more outs...

- And the sandlot is saved.

[Tommy] This is it, guys.

Three outs and the sandlot's ours forever.

One more thing. We're gonna use this ball

this inning for luck, remember?

Okay. On three!

- [Together] One, two, three! Sandlots!

- Let's go!

Hey, batter.

You've got some... 'sup on your shoe.

- What's 'sup?

- Oh, l-I don't know. What's up with you?

- Strike three!

- L... I wasn't ready!

[Man]

Out!

What?

I was gonna hit a homer!

- Get out of my way.

- You were supposed to walk.

I swing if I want to swing.

- [Exhales]

- [Boy] All right, guys, let's go.

- Keep your eye on the ball.

- [Wok] Strike him out!

- You're out!

- Nice!

Sucker. Two out, guys!

Two out.

Okay, one more out

and the sandlot lives.

- [Boy] One more out!

- Get 'em, E.J.

You're not number one for nothing.

- Like father, like son.

- Out of my way, dork.

Hey, what's that I smell?

[Sniffs]

- Come on, EJ!

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