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And then...
then, there you were,
all in white.
You're not getting wet.
You're not getting dirty.
You bandage me up, and you say...
"It's the best I could do
BOTH: on short notice."
( laughs )
You're...
you're an angel, aren't you?
( sighs )
So, what am I supposed to do now,
thank you, is that it?
What do you mean?
What did you save my life for if I couldn't get to live it?
I had a future to go home to.
Baseball was my life.
I was supposed to be somebody,
and what am I?
A limping has-been, never-was high school baseball coach.
A big fish in a stinking little hometown pond.
You want to know why I saved your life?
Because there was something
you were supposed to do with it.
You were supposed to share it.
You could have let your guard down
every day for the rest of your life,
and sent 100 boys to college.
You could have let your guard down
and put your arms around a thousand ***
and told them they were okay.
But what did you choose to do with the gift?
Oh! You spent your life thinking about what you'd lost,
making sure that you'd never
let your guard down again.
Never letting anybody in.
( scoffs )
Now it's too late.
You see,
because you're going to die
even more alone than you ever were before.
I told you he needed an umbrella,
but I didn't tell you to hit him on the head with it.
I know. I got angry.
Well, anger's not so bad.
You just got to be careful
where you put it.
So, now you're sitting out here
contemplating the infinite, huh?
And what it takes to run it.
I can't see the plan, Tess.
I know I'm supposed to do something,
but I don't know what.
He said so many awful things.
You see, that anger is clouding your brain.
Forget what he said.
What did you hear?
I heard fear.
Fear that his life has been a waste.
He knows that he's dying,
and he knows that he's dying by himself.
Oh, honey, we all die by ourselves.
It's living by ourselves that hurts.
What is he leaving behind that will last?
I don't know.
Some of our best living
is done through the people we leave behind.
Does he believe that?
I don't know what he believes.
♪ The Lord moves in mysterious ways ♪
♪ His wonders to perform ♪
♪ He plants His footsteps on the sea ♪
♪ And He rides on every storm ♪
♪ But He is His own interpreter ♪
♪ And He's gonna make it plain... ♪
Don't worry, baby.
♪ The Lord moves in mysterious ways ♪
♪ His wonders to perform ♪
♪ He plants His footsteps on the sea ♪
♪ And He rides on every storm ♪
♪ Mm-mm-mmm, the Lord moves in mysterious ways... ♪
Peter, you're back on the team,
and you're playing tomorrow.
But the coach...
I'm acting on behalf of the coach.
He's okay, then?
He's going to be.
That's wonderful news.
To tell you the truth, I was pretty worried.
I honestly didn't know what we were going to do
if the coach kept him out of that game.
But he'll be there tomorrow, right?
We'll see.
Is he okay?
Don't worry.
Go home and get some rest.
I'll see you at home.
What is Earl trying to do?
Laura, the coach is dying.
Oh, my God.
Did Peter...?
No, no, it had nothing to do with Peter.
He'd been ill for months, but he kept it hidden.
He is a proud man.
Then he didn't put Peter back on the team, did he?
That was you.
Peter needs his chance.
But the chance means nothing unless it comes from the coach.
The coach has brought him this far.
He's got to take him the rest of the way.
Then you must go to him.
Talk to him.
Hello, Earl.
Laura.
It's not as bad as it looks.
No, of course not.
Monica's put Peter back in tomorrow's game.
( chuckling )
I'd have put money on that.
She told Peter it was you.
What difference does it make?
The kid has his shot.
Who cares where it came from?
Peter cares.
You two have had your problems,
but whether you like it or not, you're the closest thing
Peter has had to a father.
Your approval still matters.
And if you...
If anything happens to you
before my son can make amends with you,
then winning that game tomorrow won't change Peter's life,
but remembering your last words to him will.
MONICA: Hello.
Oh, the angel of good cheer.
I can't die alone
if you're hanging around, you know.
You told Laura,
didn't you?
Remember what you said,
that your life was a waste,
and that you were supposed to be somebody?
( wry chuckle )
This is not my idea of angels singing me to my rest.
Well, you can still be somebody.
You can.
You can help that boy.
It doesn't take a lifetime.
It can take just a day.
If you had it,
would you take it, Earl?
Would you?
( monitor beeping rapidly )
( rapid, irregular beeping )
( flatline tone beeping )
Adam...
You'll have to step aside, Monica.
I'm sorry.
Ach, no. Adam, no.
Please don't make this any harder.
Mr. Rowley?
Please, Adam, don't.
It's not like this guy deserves another chance, you know.
That's why he needs one.
( wind blowing gently )
( monitor resumes beeping )
Tomorrow, then.
( whispers ): You've got your chance, Coach.
Now it's up to you.
( bat cracks )
That's two for two!
Got it!
Heads up, guys.
That's it!
There you go!
Come on!
Come on! Second base.
That's it!
Tess, any last-minute pointers?
Well, same thing I told the Babe:
Hit far and run fast.
That's it?
Well, I never got any complaints out of him.
Is he here?
The scout?
I will pray for his enlightenment.
MONICA: Okay, fellas, listen up.
Today, we're really going to go out there a-a-and...
a-a-and kick butt.
But just in case we get kicked instead,
I want each and every one of you
to know that... that you're terrific.
Well, that was inspiring.
UMPIRE: Play ball!
Okay, let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Come on!
Peter?
He's a real ***, you know that?
I understand how you feel.
I've never played a game without him here.
Peter, that scout up in the stands
is going to recognize your talent today.
And you'll have to play 100 games without Coach Rowley.
Today might just be the first of them.
( spectators cheering )
( whistling )
UMPIRE: Batter up!
Safe!
( cheering )
He's outta there!
Yes.
Way to hustle, Peter.
Great play!
( cheering )
Safe.
Nice try, ***.
( cheering )
Come on, come on!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Go home!
You're out.
( cheering )
I've lost it.
Second base, second base!
You're outta there!
( whooping )
Go, baby, go, go, go!
Safe!
MAN: Ho-Hold up!
Strike three.
You're outta there.
Come on, Peter.
UMPIRE: Time!
MONICA: Let's go, Peter.
( yips )
( applause )
MONICA: Bases loaded.
Two outs.
Run on anything.
UMPIRE: Play ball!
Strike!
The other boy the scout is considering?
That's him.
It's never simple, is it?
( clucks tongue )
Strike two.
TESS: Take it easy, sweetheart.
EARL: Relax, Enloe.
You get frustrated,
you take your head out of the game.
Time, Blue?
UMPIRE: Time!
( sighs )
I deserved that punch the other day.
Yeah, I'm just sorry
that I'm the one who had to give it to you.
You know, I've been doing some thinking,
and, uh, I've been pretty rough
on you guys the last couple of weeks.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to hear it anymore.
You do the right thing, you won't have to.
( chuckles )
Wait a minute.
Give me that bat.
Damn metal bats.
Here you go, pal.
Let's do it.
FAN: All right, stick to it, Pete!
Stick to it! All right!
( cheering and applause )
Here we go!
Here, you're going to need a couple of swigs of this.
Hot sauce...
FAN: Pete, it's all yours! You got it.
Let's play ball.
Let's go.
Nice and easy now, Peter.
Swing!
( cheering )
Yes!
( cheering )
( whispers ): Home.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Stay, stay, stay!
EARL ( whispers ): Home.
Come home.
Come home, kid.
( cheering )
Bring it on home. Who loves you, baby?
( cheering stops )
Safe!
( cheering )
Yeah!
Yes!
( whooping )
MONICA: Way to go, Peter.
Did you do that for me, kid?
Hell, no.
Attaboy!
Good boy you got there, Earl.
Yeah, I told you so.
You like Colorado, son?
Yes, sir, I do.
We'll see you in the fall.
Thanks, Hank.
Good hustle, ***.
Thanks, Coach.
I do what I can.
I didn't think
I was going to make it without you here.
Then I'm rounding those bases,
the only thing I can hear is everybody telling me to stop.
And then I hear you in my head
telling me to go for it.
Sorry about that.
I'm not.
I want you to know, every game I ever play
I'm going to hear you in my head.
Thanks for this.
Yeah, hold on to that for a while, huh?
I'll get it from you later.
Charley Gehringer. Roger Maris.
Tough to beat, but what about Ralph Kiner?
Voice of the Mets.
No, when he led the league seven years straight home runs.
You're tough, pal. Hi.
Hi.
We're just getting acquainted.
He's a big baseball fan, too.
Ah, that doesn't surprise me.
And I'm stalling for time, huh?
You know, until last night, I was afraid of this-- dying.
Until last night, you weren't really living.
Thank you, Monica.
ADAM: Batter up, Mr. Rowley.
Earl Rowley, rounding third, heading for home.
( chuckles )
What do I do?
Just let your guard down.
( thunder rumbles )
( rain pattering )
Would you hold my hand?
♪ The Lord moves in mysterious ways ♪
♪ His wonders to perform ♪
♪ Plants His footsteps on the sea ♪
♪ And He rides on every storm ♪
♪ But He is His own interpreter ♪
♪ And He's going to make it plain ♪
♪ Hmm, the Lord moves in mysterious ways ♪
♪ And He can ride on any storm... ♪