You might need that.
Where"d you find this?
lt was in one of those cartons.
Needs oil.
Who doesn"t?
You ready?
-l"m not going. -Mom!
l"ve got two children, l don"t need a third.
Why is it so important that l go?
For one thing, it"d be nice if you just left the room.
Besides, these are your old friends.
They probably won"t remember me.
The ""Queen of Diamonds,"" Dottie Hinson?
Margaret, it just isn"t a good idea.
Come on, Mom. You"ll get to see Aunt Kit.
-You never see each other. -We still won"t.
She"ll be traveling around with that husband of hers.
Frank. He has a name.
He"s always been very nice to you.
He makes me nervous.
There"s a lot of reasons why l can"t go.
Honey...
...l"m not comfortable about this. l"m not really part of it.
lt was never that important. lt was just something l did.
When will you realize how special it was, how much it all meant?
l know how you feel. l really do.
But you"re going.
Car.
-Car, train, bus. l"m tired already. -Sleep on the plane.
Grandma"s out. ls there a fire?
Wisenheimer.
Julie"s watching you. l don"t want any bad reports.
-Bye, Grandma. -Bye.
Jeffrey, come here.
No matter what your brother does, he"s littler than you.
Give him a chance to shoot. Promise?
Bobby, come here.
Kill him.
Come on, you"ll miss your plane.
l still think l shouldn"t go.
Get a hit, Beans!
l"m coming, Mae! l"m coming!
This week in the world of sports.
With the boys overseas and off to war...
...baseball pitches in for the war effort.
Trading bats for bullets, Yankee Joe DiMaggio...
...promises to give those Nazis a jolt.
Ace fireballer Bob Feller...
...has traded Cleveland gray for Navy blue.
Baseball"s biggest stars say...
... ""Look out, Mr. Hitler. The Yanks are coming. ""
Not to mention the Indians, Red Sox and Tigers.
And they won"t come back till it"s over, over there.
Meanwhile, Chicago club owner Walter Harvey, the candy-bar king...
...met with other team owners at the Harvey Mansion as rumours persist...
... that baseball may be shut down for the duration of the war.
Harvey"s promotional whiz kid, Ira Lowenstein...
...has been given the job of figuring out how to keep baseball going.
Good luck, Mr. Lowenstein.
Strike 2!
Hey, fatso!
Get the hell out of the way! What are you, crazy?
Strike 3!
Kit!
-Sis, don"t swing at her high pitch. -l can hit it.
-You can"t. -l can.
This bat"s too heavy. You"ll never get it around.
l will!
Listen. There"s a big hole on the right side. Don"t look.
-Unless she pitches inside, pull it. -l know.
Batter up!
No high ones.
l like the high ones!
-Mule! -Nag!
Come on, Kit. Keep your eye on the ball.
Strike 1 !
Strike 2!
Too high.
All right, Kit. Look it over!
Look it over there!
Strike 3!
All right, 2 outs, everybody. Two away!
Better luck next time!
Knock it out of here! Okay, Dottie!
Batter up!
Right in here!
Bring them in there, Dottie!
Ball!
Keep your eye on it, Dottie!
One hit and we win!
That"s it, Dottie! You did it!
That"s the ball game!
Hey, Kit! What are you swinging those high ones for?
Good thing your sister bailed you out.
How about the two bucks you owe me for this game?
Kit! Wait up, l"ll give you a ride!
Stop kicking the rocks.
l"m sorry.
-That game just made me so mad. -We won. Get mad if we lose.
That last pitch was right down the middle.
lf l"d have swung at that, l"d be the hero.
-You got me so crazy-- -l only said lay off the high ones.
""Good thing your sister bailed you out.""
"" Kit, why don"t you get your sister to teach you how to hit?""
""Why can"t you be beautiful like your sister?""
What idiot said that?
No one.
-But that"s what they were thinking. -No, it"s not!
You ever hear Dad introduce us to people?
""This is our daughter Dottie.
This is our other daughter, Dottie"s sister.""
Should"ve just had you and bought a dog.
-Mitch Swaley likes you. -He"s one step up from dating pigs.
But an important step.
-Why are you walking so fast? -Why are you?
-Because you are. -Can"t even let me walk faster than you?
Girls, you got chores to do.
Don"t run! You"ll scare the chickens!
l don"t have time for these games.
-Why are you running? -You can go faster than that.
Your legs are longer.
-l win! -Barely.
Hey!
Hey, yourself.
Doesn"t that hurt them?
Doesn"t seem to.
lt would bruise the hell out of me.
Who are you?
l"m Ernie Capadino, baseball scout.
l saw you playing today. Not bad, not bad.
Ever hear of Walter Harvey? Harvey Bars?
You know, the candy?
Yeah, we feed them to the cows when they"re constipated.
He"s starting a girls" baseball league...
...so we can make a buck while the boys are overseas.
Wanna play?
Nice retort. Tryouts are in Chicago. lt"s a real league, professional.
Professional baseball?
They"ll pay you $75 a week.
We only make $30 at the dairy.
Then this would be more, wouldn"t it? lnterested?
Come on. $75 a week?
Pull her leg. Mine are long enough.
Look, your country needs you.
You can not only play ball, but you"re kind of a dolly.
Oh, now l get it. Listen, mister.
l"m a married woman. My husband"s overseas.
Oh, relax! l"m talking lookie, no touchie.
We want girls easy on the eye.
l"ll go. l"m ready now. l gotta sign something?
l don"t want you! l want her! The one who hit the ball!
You can climb back under the cow.
She"s good. She"s very good.
She pitches. She didn"t today, because she did yesterday.
Thanks for that special glimpse into her life.
l want you.
You l saw, you l like.
The train leaves for Chicago tomorrow.
What do you say? Are you in?
No, thanks.
"" No, thanks""?
Hey, no skin off my Ashtabula.
lf you wanna pluck cows, that"s your business.
You know something? You"re not nice.
That one hurt. So long, milkmaids.
No, wait!
Just watch me pitch. Dottie, get your mitt! l"ll throw him a few.
Now look...
...l know the goods when l see the goods, and she"s the goods.
l"m sorry.
Will you shut up?!
You"re a pitcher, huh?
l"ll tell you what. lf she comes, you can come too.
lf you stink, it only costs us the train ticket.
Get these wild animals away from me!
Haven"t you ever heard of a leash?
Come on, Dottie.
You got the whole rest of your life to hang around here.
Never go anywhere. Never do anything.
l"m married. l"m happy. lt"s what l want. Don"t confuse things.
But can"t you just have this first?
Just so you can say you once did something? Something special?
Goodness sake, Kit!
Keep your voice down. Your father"s listening to the radio.
Please, Dottie?
l gotta get out of here.
l"m nothing here.
ln the Pacific Northwest, my territory...
...we have increased sales 1 06% in the last 1 2-month period.
And this with a war on!
You know, if l had your job, l"d kill myself.
Sit here. l"ll see if l can dig up a pistol.
Every trip l take, l gotta sit next to one of these guys.
l"m just too friendly.
Hey, isn"t that--?
Well, l"ll say one thing for them. They can run.
Mr. Capadino!
l got her! Look!
-Sir, your knee. -Like it?
Stop the train!
Come on! Come on!
Give me that bag!
Did you promise the cows you"d write?
When do we get to Chicago?
We gotta make a stop. Fort Collins, Colorado.
Gotta look at another girl.
Hope you"re not jealous.
l"m sorry.
lt"s okay, honey. That was good form.
Thattagirl!
Good, honey. Good.
Nice, nice.
That"s a rope, honey.
Good girl. Good, good.
Right, too high.
She"s got an eye like DiMaggio.
Okay, Marla.
Now lefty.
She"s really good.
She"s your daughter?
Her mom"s dead. lt"s just the two of us.
Coach said if she was a boy, she"d go to the state tournament.
l said, "" lf she was a boy, l"d talk to the Yankees instead of living here.""
That"s enough. You can bring her over.
Okay, Marla.
Come here.
Boys!
Hit the showers!
Take off your hat, honey.
We"ll let you know.
Daddy, l"m sorry.
Let"s go. We"ll miss the train.
Let"s move, move, move!
What"s the matter?
l can"t use her.
She"s great. Why not? What"s the problem?
You know General Omar Bradley?
There"s too strong a resemblance.
You ain"t taking her because she ain"t pretty?
Well, look who just caught up!
All right. Come on, let"s go.
Pick those suitcases up! Come on!
l"m not kidding. Move!
-One foot in front of the other. -Mister?
l know my girl ain"t so pretty as these girls.
But that"s my fault.
l raised her like l would a boy.
l didn"t know any better.
She loves to play.
Don"t make my girl suffer because l messed up raising her.
Please?
l wish you had a decent mitt.
l think maybe l"d better not go.
No, you can relace it.
lt"ll be okay.
l mean, who"s gonna take care of you? Cook?
Help you take care of the equipment?
Don"t you worry about me.
You"ll play baseball.
l"m not gonna know anybody.
Nothing"s ever gonna happen here.
You gotta go where things happen.
l love you, Daddy.
Let"s go, let"s go.
Come on, honey.
Are you coming?
See, how it works is, the train moves, not the station.
This is making me sick.
Write to me, honey.
l love you.
Hey, cowgirls, see the grass?
Don"t eat it.
Okay, girls, this is it. Harvey Field.
Tryouts. Get out there.
Show them what you got. Don"t embarrass me.
lt"s been a thin slice of heaven. Goodbye.
Wait. You"re going?
Dry your eyes.
l"m going home. Grab a shower and a shave.
Give the wife a pickle-tickle, and l"m on my way. l"ll see you.
-But-- -But what?
Field! Tryouts! Play!
That"s it! Get lost!
l hate when they get attached to me like that.
-Hey, Mae. -What?
-Come look at this. -Wait a second, Doris.
l can"t wait much longer, so get up.
Yeah, so?
Yeah, so l ain"t done yet. Watch this.
-That"s it? -You can"t do it, Mae.
l could do it. How long you been working on that, Doris?
Took me a year.
Not counting the two months l was in the hospital. Bat hit me right in the head.
Your head and not your behind? That looks really swollen.
-What kind of thing is that to say? -l"m joking, okay? l"m nervous.
-What are you looking at? -Yeah, what?
Nothing.
That"s right, nothing.
All these girls gonna be in the league?
-You wish. -You do wish.
-Four teams. Sixteen girls to a team. -That"s right.
Sixty-four girls.
What are you, a genius?
They got over 1 00 girls here, so some of youse will have to go home.
-Sorry about that. -Come on, Doris.
What do you mean, ""some of us""?
-Okay, some of them are going home. -How"d you do that?
Excuse me.
You caught that. Hello?
Let"s go practice.
She caught it with her bare hand.
And now, from Chicago, The Mutual presents...
...another social commentary by Miss Maida Gilespie.
Careers and higher education...
...are leading to the masculinization of women...
...with enormously dangerous consequences...
...to the home, the children and our country.
When our boys come home from war...
... what kind of girls will they be coming home to?
And now, the most disgusting example...
... of this sexual confusion, Mr. Walter Harvey, of Harvey Bars...
... is presenting us with women"s baseball.
Right here in Chicago, young girls plucked from their families...
...are gathered at Harvey Field...
... to see which one of them can be the most masculine.
Mr. Harvey, like your candy bars, you are completely nuts.
ery good. Try another.
Nice throw!
Your name will be on one of those five lists.
Okay, find your name.
lf we could just form two or three parallel lines....
l"m a Peach!
A Rockford Peach!
l made it! l can stay!
Are you a newspaper guy? This is my friend Mae. She made the team.
Come on, we got a lot to do. Let"s settle down.
Now, you"re the first--
Honey, are you supposed to be here, or are you on the cut list?
Look, l"m sorry.
lf you"re on the cut list, you have to leave the field.
Well, are you cut?
Look on the list. lt"s either Rockford, Racine, Kenosha or South Bend.
Can you read, honey?
No.
All right, what"s your name?
Shirley Baker.
Let"s just take a look.
This is you.
You"re with us. You"re a Rockford Peach.
Go join your team.
Settle down. We got a lot to go over.
First, congratulations.
You are the first members...
...of the All-American Girls" Baseball League.
l"m Charlie Collins.
l"ll be managing the Racine team when the season starts.
The other teams will have managers soon.
At the end of practice today...
...you all have to get fitted for your uniforms.
And this is what they"ll look like. Pretty darn nifty, if you ask me.
You can"t slide in that.
That"s a dress.
lt"s half a dress.
That"s not a baseball uniform.
What do you think we are, ballplayers or ballerinas?
lt"s awfully short.
Short? l"m gonna have to squat in that thing.
l can"t! My husband will kill me.
Ladies!
Excuse me.
You can"t play ball in this, you can"t play ball with us.
There are 38 girls getting tickets home...
...who"ll play in a bathing suit if l ask.
There"s no pockets for my cigarettes.
There is no smoking.
There is also no drinking and no men.
Your social engagements will be cleared through your team chaperones.
You"ll have regular classes at charm and beauty school.
For what?
Every girl in this league will be a lady.
And gracefully and grandly.
Gracefully and grandly.
All right, now go back!
And sip.
Down.
Don"t slurp.
Sip.
Down.
Don"t slurp.
Stop that!
lt"s good.
Posture!
Heads up.
Backs straight.
And sit.
Right over left. Legs always together.
A lady reveals nothing.
The hair. Soften and shorten.
The eyebrows. Thin and separate. There should be two.
ery nice.
ery nice!
Lovely!
What do you suggest?
A lot of night games.
l wanna show you the grounds. You know, l always--
Jimmy, come on.
l"m showing you around. Beautiful, huh?
Place used to be a golf course.
l never cared for the game, but l love grass.
lt costs a fortune, with the mowing and trimming.
But l grew up in an apartment. l had one lousy plant in a cheese box.
Now look. l got a park.
These are my in-laws. Hello!
They can"t hear nothing. Enough socializing.
Jimmy, l"m thinking of giving you another managing job.
Mr. Harvey, l guarantee l"ll do a better job than last time.
You kind of let me down on that San Antonio job.
l had no right to sell off the team"s equipment like that.
lt won"t happen again.
Let me be blunt. Are you still a fall-down drunk?
Well, that is blunt.
No, sir. l"ve quit drinking.
You"ve seen the error of your ways?
No, l just can"t afford it.
That"s funny to you?
Your drinking is funny?
You"re a young man.
You still could be playing...
...if you just would"ve laid off the booze.
Well, it"s not exactly like that.
l hurt my knee.
You fell out of a hotel. That"s how you hurt it!
There was a fire.
Which you started, which l paid for.
l was gonna send you...
...a thank-you card, but l wasn"t allowed anything sharp to write with.
l want you to manage one of the new girls" baseball teams.
Don"t look so stunned. Face it.
You"re still a name. You step out of the dugout before every game.
You wave your little hat.
You give the people a thrill.
Get an organ grinder. l can hop around and dance.
lf your knees are up to it, go ahead.
Mr. Harvey...
...l hit 487 home runs for your baseball club.
Three in the World Series, two in game 4 alone.
l know that.
That"s why l"m giving you this job.
Take it or leave it.
l gotta feed the fish.
Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first game...
...of the All-American Girls" Baseball League!
The South Bend Blue Sox against your own Rockford Peaches.
-Where is he? -l can"t believe he"s our manager.
l was listening to the radio when he hit that home run to win the pennant.
l"m asking him to sign my husband"s baseball card.
Do you mind? Could l take a look at that?
Just be careful with it.
lf anything happens, he"ll come back from the Pacific and kill me.
-Mr. Dugan-- -Mr. Dugan, l"m simply....
Do something, Mae.
Time him.
Give me your watch.
Could be a record.
That counts.
How long?
l ain"t gonna ask you again.
Shut up, Doris.
Keep timing.
Hey, Mae, how long?
Boy, that was some good peeing.
Hey, coach.
Mr. Dugan? Could you sign my husband"s baseball card for me?
Great to meet you!
What"ll we do? He didn"t give us a lineup.
We can"t play without one.
l"ll pitch. l can pitch.
-l thought l was playing centre field. -No, l am.
Hey, you guys. Come on.
How hard can it be to make a lineup?
Oh, yeah? Why don"t you do it, Oregon?
-Me? -Yeah, you.
All right. Mae, centre field, lead off.
She"s good.
And now, the manager of the Peaches...
...former six-time National League Home Run Champ...
...Jimmy Dugan!
Jimmy, look up here! We love you!
Bullshit. You can all kiss my ass. That"s right.
Kiss my big hairy ass.
And the Rockford Peaches!
Doris Murphy takes the field!
Lift up your skirt!
This"ll be something.
Ain"t too many people here.
-You nervous, Doris? -Yeah.
l ain"t.
-Are they laughing at us? -Yeah, they"re laughing at us.
-They hate us. -Just keep smiling.
Hey, glamour puss! Can you throw the ball?
All right, ladies, let"s play ball!
-Let"s play ball. -Dirt in the skirt!
And now, the lineup for Rockford:
Leading off and playing centre field, number 5, Mae Mordabito!
Batting second and playing 3rd base, number 22, Doris Murphy!
Batting third, the catcher, number 8, Dottie Hinson!
Batting fourth and playing 2nd base, number 32, Marla Hooch.
Girls can"t play ball!
Batting fifth....
Look at me! l"m a ballplayer!
Better look out, l might break a nail!
--number 1 , Ellen Sue Gotlander.
-lt slipped! -Batting ninth, pitcher...
...number 23, Kit Keller!
Count"s 2 balls and no strikes to Rockford"s big catcher, Dottie Hinson.
And it"s in the dirt. 3 and 0.
Let"s see if Jimmy Dugan gives her the green light on 3 and 0...
...or gives her the take sign.
Game"s tied 2-2, the bottom of the 9th...
...with two runners in scoring position and only 1 out.
From the belt, here"s the delivery.
Oh, baby! She hit the cream cheese out of that one!
Jimmy Dugan, master strategist, had her swinging away!
He sure knows his baseball.
Come on, Dottie!
Make me proud!
A 3-run clout for Dottie Hinson...
...and Rockford wins it, 5 to 2.
Dottie, ladies and gentlemen! Dottie!
l couldn"t believe you hit it right out there!
Can we have your autograph?
Can we, Jimmy?
Not today, boys.
Come back next game.
Nice piece of coaching.
Especially in the 5th inning when you scratched your balls for an hour.
Anything worth doing is worth doing right.
Yes, indeed.
Until you did that, l couldn"t tell if you were drunk or dead.
lt was made very clear to me what l"m supposed to do here.
l smile...
...wave my little hat, and l did that. So when do l get paid?
You have some good ballplayers. lf you"ll only--
Ballplayers!
l haven"t got ballplayers! l"ve got girls!
Girls are what you sleep with after the game, not what you coach during it.
lf we paid you more, could you be just a little more disgusting?
l could certainly use the money.
On the home front...
... they find them everywhere...
...North, East, South and West, and even Canada.:
Players for the new All-American Girls" Baseball League.
After a month of play...
... the shine still isn"t off these Diamond Gals.
Alice ""Skeeter"" Gaspers says...
... ""Legging out a triple is no reason to let your nose get shiny. ""
Betty Grable has nothing on these gals.
Helen Haley has not only been on several championship amateur teams...
...she"s also an accomplished coffeemaker.
With her husband in the Pacific...
...Betty Horn enjoys cooking spaghetti and knitting.
Her teammates call her ""Betty Spaghetti. ""
Ellen Sue Gotlander is a former Miss Georgia.
Then there"s pretty Dottie Hinson...
... who plays like Gehrig and looks like Garbo.
Fellas, keep your mitts to yourselves. She"s married.
And there"s her kid sister Kit, who"s as single as they come.
Enough concentrated ""oomph"" for a whole carload of Hollywood starlets.
And how about Marla Hooch?
What a hitter!
What a lead!
But girls playing baseball?
-Enjoy that? -Yeah!
Good. Come back next game, will you?
l"m Evelyn Gardner.
l play right field.
For us.
l just spoke to my husband last night.
He says l can"t leave our son with him at home anymore.
See, he says he"s too busy reading the want ads...
...and l should just take him with me and shut up about it. So can l?
Take my son with me on road trips?
Ballplayers...!
He"s the sweetest little boy.
Everyone"s just gonna love him.
Get this brat off of me!
That"s it! l quit!
Stilwell, angel, come to Mommy.
-You"re too young to drive. -l will. Watch.
Evelyn!
l"m sorry, but l"m gonna have to kill your son!
Wait! The girls have a game!
You can"t leave us like this! Please, Mr. Goosatelli!
Get over here, Stilwell! l"m gonna kill you!
You can"t catch me!
Don"t use my bat, use Marla"s! lt"s heavier!
-Evelyn, why is he so wild? -l don"t know.
Stilwell, angel, have another chocolate bar.
Gimme! Gimme!
You can"t leave us like this. We"re in the middle of nowhere!
-We can"t be here! -No!
Keep him away from me!
He"s really a sweetie, Dottie.
-l hope l have five just like him. -Don"t eat the wrapper, honey.
-You gonna come? -Where you going?
A roadhouse called the Suds Bucket.
No, l"m married. l"m....
Come on, you ain"t on the farm anymore. Live a little bit.
Girls!
Please!
Mr. Goosatelli shan"t be returning.
How you gonna get past Miss Cuthbert?
Mae"s gonna poison her dinner.
What is it, baby?
What the hell is going on?!
Why are we stopped?
Lou quit.
Who"s Lou?
The driver.
A car could"ve came by now.
-Get on the bus! -Was that English?
l loved you in The Wizard of Oz.
ln the 43 years l"ve practised medicine, l never saw a woman throw up that much.
Maybe that"s how she entertains herself, doc.
Hurry! Come on!
Quiet!
Mae, what did you give her?
Who cares? lt"s working.
l"m going, baby!
Come on, way to go, Mae!
l"m coming in!
Catch me!
Did you see me, Kit? l pretzeled!
-How"d you learn to do that? -She taught me.
My father owns a dance hall, upstate. innie"s Dance Girls Deluxe.
She was a dancer, l was a bouncer.
You were great!
-Thanks for the ride, kid. -What"s your rush, dollbody?
What do you say we slip in the back seat and you make a man out of me?
What do you say l smack you around?
Can"t we do both?
No, l"m not hot. lt"s fine.
lt"s really cold.
-That"s better. -Where"s Kit?
l think she"s on the dance floor. There she is.
l got my truck parked outside.
Sorry, we gotta go. Come on. Alice, come on.
We gotta go. We got trouble.
-l knew it. You killed Miss Cuthbert. -We"ll bury her. l know a guy--
Lowenstein"s coming. He catches us, we"re out of the league.
Let"s make like a bread truck and haul buns, ladies.
Let"s duck out the back door.
ls this all? Marla didn"t come?
She came.
Well, where is she?
There.
Thinkin" of you
Some others I"ve seen
What did you do to her?
We just gave her a dress.
And a lot of liquor!
You guys go ahead. l"ll get Marla.
Hurry up, ladies!
Thanks.
Gave me a thrill
With all your faults
I love you still
It had to be you
Wonderful you
It had to be you
Marla, honey? We gotta go.
l"m singing to Nelson! Ain"t l, baby?
You sure are.
l could take her home.
lt"d be an honour.
Ain"t he something?
Could make me be blue
That"s the second time he dropped that Bible since she"s been in there.
Come on, girls.
Mae, what"d you say?
Everything.
"" Here"s a good job for you, Jimmy.
Managing girl ballplayers.
You go out there and you wave your little hat around.
Don"t drink!""
Why would l want to drink? l"m a goddamn Peach!
God, double play. Now l"m hitting like a girl.
"" But be nice to them. They"re good ballplayers.""
There, catch that, blondie!
Now batting for the Rockford Peaches...
...number 5, centre fielder...
...Mae Mordabito!
Here"s the pitch.
There"s a shot into right centre!
lt"s up the alley!
She"s turning around 1 st! She"s digging up the dirt!
She"s heading past 2nd.
She"s heading into 3rd!
Dirt in the skirt, Mae! Dirt in the skirt!
-Safe! -She"s in there with a triple!
Boy, did she smack that one right on the kisser.
No wonder they call her ""All-the-Way"" Mae.
Triple.
Next batter...
...number 32, 2nd baseman, Marla Hooch.
Evelyn, look at this! l"ve got Stilwell"s snack on my cleat!
What are you, stupid?
Somebody"s gotta run the team. Someone who actually watches the games.
You"re gonna squeeze bunt with our best hitter?
What"s the sign to swing away?
Hey, blond girl! What"s the sign?
lt"s the letters. A squeeze"ll work.
Stop thinking with your tits. Batter!
Time!
Come on!
Who is the goddamn manager here? l am!
Then act like it, you big lush!
-You tell him, Dottie! -About time someone told him.
-l"m ready now. -Play ball!
Way to go, whatever your name is!
Good bluff!
But l still say you"re not ballplayers.
Cemetery boneyard! Cross your fingers or you"ll never get another hit.
Sound it out.
Kimono.
Kimono off and...
...gra-bed...
Grabbed.
...her...
...milky...
...milky white....
What are you giving her to read?
What"s the difference? She"s reading.
That"s the important thing.
Go away! Go! Shoo!
Go ahead, Shirley.
Thanks.
Milky...
...white...
...breasts.
lt gets really good after that.
-A delivery boy walks in.... -What are you doing?
l"m writing a song.
Really? What"s it about?
About us.
Could you teach it to me?
Doris, is this your boyfriend?
ls it out of focus?
No, that"s how he looks.
Looks aren"t the most important thing.
Right. The important thing is he"s stupid, out of work and treats me bad.
Then why...?
Why? What do you think? Because...
...none of the other boys ever....
Always made me feel like l was wrong.
Like l was some sort of a weird girl or a strange girl...
...or not even a girl, just because l could play.
l believed them too. But not anymore.
l mean, look. There"s a lot of us.
l think we"re all all right.
We are.
Give me that.
So long, Charlie!
So with 2 runs in the 6th, South Bend gets even.
l"ve gotta go! l"ve gotta go!
You shake it off. Shake it off.
Say, Evelyn, can l ask you a question?
Which team do you play for?
-l"m a Peach. -Well, l was just wondering...
...because l couldn"t figure out why you"d throw home...
...when we"ve got a 2-run lead!
You let the tying run get on 2nd, and we lost the lead!
You start using your head!
That"s that lump that"s three feet above your ass!
Are you crying?
Are you crying?!
There"s no crying!
There"s no crying in baseball!
Leave her alone, Jimmy.
You zip it, Doris!
Rogers Hornsby, my manager, called me a ""talking pile of pig shit"" !
That was when my parents came from Michigan...
...to see me play the game! And did l cry?
No! Do you know why?
Because there"s no crying in baseball. No crying in baseball!
No crying!
What"s the matter?
She"s crying, sir.
l didn"t mean to do that.
Perhaps you chastised her too vehemently.
Good rule of thumb: Treat each of them as you would your mother.
Anyone ever tell you you look like a penis with a hat on?
You"re out of here!
-l heard that! -You misunderstood.
-Ten seconds! -You misunderstood!
You can"t throw me out knowing you"ve got a strike!
Off this field!
l can"t believe no one ever called you that before!
That"s where you belong. l"m in charge now.
The crowd"s light today, what with the tractor show in town.
lf you"re nearby, and you must be, since this isn"t a powerful radio station...
...come on down to the ballpark and bring the kiddies.
People better start showing up.
We don"t have fans, we don"t have a league.
Ladies...
...you all look wonderful.
There"s a reporter and a photographer in the stands from Life magazine.
-We"re famous! -Life magazine?
Don"t waste your time.
Dottie, l"m trying to get them to do a story about you.
Me? Why me?
You"re the ""Queen of Diamonds."" That"s what l"m calling you.
Did you tell them about me?
l told them how at first, the scout didn"t even want you...
...but how Dottie wouldn"t come without her kid sister.
They really loved it.
A real human-interest story.
Will you just try to give them something spectacular out there?
Anything.
What"s the matter?
Well, we"re not doing so well.
Harvey and the other owners think they"ve made a mistake.
They might close you down.
What are you talking about?
They can"t close us down here.
-What kind of a thing is that? -What"s it mean?
They"re businessmen. No profit, no product.
And what am l supposed to do?
Go back to taxi dancing?
Ten cents so some slob can sweat gin all over me?
l"m never doing that again!
So you tell old rich Mr. Chocolate Man that he ain"t closing me down!
They can"t keep us from playing!
We"ll show them how we play.
l"m sorry. l"m very sorry. l am trying my best.
So will you just give them everything you"ve got?
We always do.
A slick play by Alice Gaspers and there"s 2 gone...
...in the 3rd. That"ll bring up Dee Lynch.
Lynch is the most consistent Belles hitter this year.
Settles in.
Pops it up! Foul.
Hinson should have no trouble with this.
She"s under it.
Uncle Elmore"s socks!
What did she do?
l can"t do that.
Who can?
-What is her name? -Dottie Hinson. D-O-T-T-l-E....
What the hell was that?
l just thought it might help the league.
A goddamn circus!
A double would be nice--
All right!
God knows we have a game.
lt"s not like any of this helps, believe me.
That was really nice!
Let"s go, girls. Dozens of people are waiting for the game to start.
Batter!
What is her name? Hey you, tall girl!
Beverly!
Look sharp, tall-- What is her name?
Beverly. Good.
Five bucks! Five bucks!
What if, at a key moment in the game, my uniform bursts open...
...and my bosoms fly out?
That might draw a crowd, right?
Think there"s men who ain"t seen your bosoms?
Thank you.
-Marla, what you got? -What about me?
l got a letter from Nelson!
Fly ball as Dottie Hinson brings...
...the crowd to its feet with a home run!
22!
We love you, 22!
-Come on! -Open your mouth!
The kid ate the lineup!
Right here.