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(baseball thudding lightly)
(car horn honking)
- Yes!
(moving orchestral music)
(crowd chattering)
(baseball bat plunks)
(crowd cheering)
(anxious orchestral music)
- Where do you think you're going?
- Stealing home.
(anxious music)
- [Coach] Back!
(crowd cheering)
(anxious music)
(dramatic music)
(players and crowd shouting)
- [Manager] Mitch. (voice echoing)
Mitch. (voice echoing)
Jennings!
You're up!
- Game time.
- [Announcer] Now batting, your right fielder, number 12...
- Let's go. (clapping)
- Mitch "Dino"... - You got this.
We're in the game.
Get in there! - Jennings!
(crowd cheering)
- Come on, Jennings. You got this.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
(baseball bat whiffs)
(crowd cheering)
Come on now. Don't force it.
(player spits)
(anxious music)
(baseball bat whacks)
(crowd cheering)
- Come on. Get up.
(baseball thumps into glove)
(crowd groans)
Come on, Mitch.
(Mitch sighs)
(helmet thuds)
(players chattering)
Big fly would've made him a hero.
Base hit would've kept us in game though!
You know, why don't you give it up, man?
Give the rest of us a chance to win.
You deaf or just hard of hearing from age?
Dino, right?
- [Player] Come on, man.
- Dino. Isn't that what they call you, old man?
Hey!
I said hey!
I'm not done talking to you.
Ooh, there's a little bit of fire.
- You want some of me? Huh?
- There's the fire. I want all of you.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - Just stop it.
- That's what you really want, huh?
Huh? - Come on!
Come on, let him in, boys!
Come on! - Let's go.
- I will kill you! - Let him go, boys.
- [Player] Let him go. Take it easy.
- I did my best!
- Yeah, go cry to your wife about doing your best.
- Hey!
That guy plays harder that you and me both combined.
- Anybody else hearing this guy?
- Yeah, we hear it good and clear.
- Anybody else-(ice clatters)
So does the pink slip that's in my office!
Get in there now, Gibson,
if you ever wanna see the baseball field again!
Now!
Child! you're an infant!
(Gibson spits)
(towel smacks)
- Jennings.
Hold up.
I mean, he was right, you know?
Base hit would've tied it up.
- Home run would've won.
- They just love you here.
You're my hero.
What do you got to prove?
(Mitch sighs)
- That I'm a somebody.
- What do you mean? You're a baseball legend in this town.
- And that's the point.
All these years of giving it 110%,
what do I have to show for?
I mean, outside of here... (scoffs)
I'm a nobody.
(somber music)
And I don't wanna be a nobody.
For God's sakes, my own father has a stupid autographed bat
that's more important than me.
All I want to be is that guy
who gets his check signed by a pro team.
Up at the show, or even close.
Maybe then I'll be a somebody.
(somber music)
- Mitch?
How many bats you signed?
(Mitch sighs)
(somber music) (dog barking)
(crickets chirping)
(crowd cheering) (dramatic music)
(helmet thuds)
- [Umpire] Out!
- I tried my best.
- Not good enough.
Get up!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Have to?
Nobody tells me what I have to do.
And definitely not no woman!
I don't wanna go down there and be embarrassed again!
- Jerry, he needs his father there.
Why don't you just talk to him?
- I'll decide what our child needs.
Matter of fact, Mitch!
(horn honks in the distance)
(door creaks)
(duffel bag thuds)
(juice sloshes)
- Evan.
(doorknob rattles)
Evan.
(Mitch sighs)
(tense music)
(music playing on television)
(Mitch winces)
(Mitch grunts)
(ethereal music)
(faint thudding)
(backpack zipping)
Evan.
(banging on door)
Evan, open the door.
(banging on door)
Evan, open the door.
(door opens)
What in God's name are you doing?
(backpack rustling)
- I didn't do nothing!
Stop!
- Evan!
(backpack rustling)
- You deal with it this time.
- What's your deal, Mitch?
- Boy, I am still your father!
And you are an idiot!
What are you doing?
- I just need to go out, that's all.
- Yeah, and the last time I checked,
the bathroom is inside of the house, not out the window!
- Who cares?
Do you care?
Because you sure never act like you do!
- What are you talking about?
Tell me why you are trying to sneak out of the house
with a backpack full of beer?
- So what?
- And you're an idiot!
- I'm an idiot?
- Yeah!
You are an idiot!
- You know, you're a worthless father. You know that?
You barely even come around here!
Why should I tell you anything?
Huh?
You may be my father, but you're a worthless father!
- You better not ever talk to me like that again.
- [Child] Mommy.
- Amber...
Amber?
Come on, Amber.
Listen.
You need to tell me what's going on.
What did you mean?
- What do you mean, what did I mean?
- You said, "This time."
What happened before, Amber?
- I just want some juice. I thought we had some juice.
- Yeah, you need to get some
the next time you go to the store.
Why did I not know about whatever this is?
I'm his father.
- [Amber] Mm. Mm.
- Hello?
(Amber spits)
- Do we seriously have nothing to drink in this house?
- I don't know. Why would I know that?
Huh?
What?
(slams bottle)
- Where's my phone? God, what time is it?
- Amber.
(phone clicks)
That's my...
My phone.
It...
(Mitch sighs)
Amber.
(door slams)
Amber.
(faucet running)
- [Amber] I have to be at work early tomorrow.
- Can we please just talk now?
(Mitch sighs)
Look, I think we need to talk about moving.
There's a team in Charlotte
that's looking for a right fielder,
and if there's ever a time
that I'm gonna make something happen for myself, it's now.
- You've gotta be kidding me.
- Why didn't you tell me about Evan?
I am still the head of this household.
- I picked your son up at the police station
last Thursday at 2:00 a.m.
Smoking weed and drinking beer with his friends at the park.
Now you know.
- What do you want from me, huh?
I'm out there on the road, playing baseball,
fighting players, managers, owners,
big league scouts for a shot.
You know, most wives, they would be proud of me.
- Well, I didn't ask you to fight for those things.
(bar patrons chattering)
(upbeat music)
- I got a big scout coming next week, Thursday.
- Really?
- Going to the show, baby.
- You mean I might have to step up and play shortstop
when you get called up?
- You may have to.
- Nice shot! Do you want more?
- No. - Okay.
(empty bottles clinking)
(indistinct chatter)
- You see her? - Mm.
- Hey, baby. (makes missing noises)
Hey, you wanna bring us some more beers?
- I'll get there when I feel like it.
- [Doyle] Did you just call her baby?
- I did. I'll call her a lot more than that.
Watch this.
Hey.
Hey, so I just wanna know, are you ready?
- Ready for what?
- Ready for me to give you a night you'll never forget.
(beer pouring)
Oh! (Doyle laughing)
- Cheers.
- I think she likes me, boys. (laughs)
I gotta hit the head.
- Hey, just come have a beer with us.
We're having a good time.
- I don't know why you hang out with those morons.
- Can I get another beer, please?
Actually, I just got one. (chuckles)
(Mitch laughs)
- Who else do I have to hang out with, man?
- Did you hear about Gibson?
- No.
- He's got a big league scout coming to see him
in a few days.
- [Mitch] Hm.
- I hope they see you, too, man.
- So when you spilled that bear on me,
was that you asking me to take you out?
Hey, come here.
- I don't think I should drive home.
- Hey, listen, listen.
I was only trying to hold-
- Hey, back off!
- Whoa!
- Oh, okay.
Why don't you get your boyfriend to take you home
before I hurt you?
- Doyle, let's go.
- Hey, thanks.
I take care of myself.
- Yeah. He had it coming.
- Diya.
- Mitch.
(upbeat rock music)
Let's go, Doyle.
(siren wailing)
(Mitch sighs)
So what are we doing here?
Why didn't I take you home?
- I'm crashing here tonight.
- You and your wife break up or something?
- Mm.
No, not exactly.
Can't be coming home just drunk, you know?
(beer sloshes)
- Come on, Doyle, man.
- Mitch, you really need a new car, man.
Can you grab me for practice tomorrow?
- All right. Whatever.
- Thanks.
- Hey, listen, Doyle. Let me use your toilet.
- Oh, man, I'm...
I gotta pass out.
I'm sorry.
- Come on. It'll only take a second.
Doyle!
- Use this.
- Doyle!
You could've gave me a bigger bottle.
(door bells jangle)
Hey!
Hello?
(bell dings)
(bell dinging)
You got a bathroom?
(bell dinging)
(soft music)
(engine putters)
(engine puttering)
(guest screaming)
(banging on door)
Doyle!
You okay, man?
Doyle!
(banging on door)
Alex!
(door opens)
(somber music)
You came here for...
(somber music)
How old are you?
Can I call somebody?
Anybody. There's gotta be somebody, right?
My phone. Where's my phone?
- No, no, don't leave, please! Don't leave me!
He didn't pay me yet.
I'll get in trouble if I don't pay them.
- What do I do? What am I supposed to do?
- Look.
I'll get in trouble if I get a bad review.
- No.
Could you please, please just put some clothes on.
Thank you.
(somber music)
(door rattles)
(escort whimpering)
I'm Mitch.
- Samantha.
Sammy.
They call me Joy.
I have to go.
Thank you.
Can you please...
Can you please help me?
I need help.
(Mitch sighs)
(emotional music)
(door closes)
- I don't have to do nothing!
Nobody tells me what I have to do!
And definitely not no woman!
Mitch, get out here right now!
Get out here right now!
- [Mom] You're being unreasonable.
- Woman, shut up!
Don't you interrupt me again!
Mitch, boy, I know you heard me!
Get out here! (banging on door)
- Jerry. (banging on door)
Jerry!
(melancholy music)
♪ When peace like a river ♪
♪ Attendeth my way way ♪
♪ When sorrows like sea billows roll ♪
♪ Whatever my lot ♪
♪ Thou hast taught me to say ♪
♪ It is well it is well ♪
(Mitch yawns)
♪ With my soul ♪
♪ It is well it is well ♪
♪ With my soul ♪
(slams bible closed)
♪ With my soul ♪
♪ It is well it is well ♪
♪ With my soul ♪
- Get your wings in, Jennings.
(baseball bat whacks)
Come on. Hit through the ball now.
(baseball bat whacks)
- Mitch.
Mitch, wait up.
I wanna apologize, man.
Thank you for not saying anything.
I'm really trying to work things out with my wife.
- You're sleeping with little girls.
- Hey! Keep your getting voice down.
I know what it looks like.
- Tell me, Doyle, what does it look like?
- I've been in a really dark place, all right?
I've been down, and the guys on the team hooked me up,
and it was a bad decision, all right?
I had no idea she'd be underage.
- How is this okay?
- Hey, it happened. I'm not proud.
You gotta understand, I'm in serious trouble here, Mitch.
You can't let anyone else know I paid for it.
I'm gonna make this up to you, man.
I mean, I already have.
- Oh, so we're done talking about you being an idiot?
- You're not hearing me, Mitch.
What is it you said you always wanted, huh?
The Macon Club is looking
for a new third base coach next season.
It's Triple A ball, one step away from the show.
It's the real deal.
- And your point?
- Same guy that hooked me up with the girl, he's got
connections in the Macon club.
- Who is this guy?
- I don't know all the details,
but he's got something on somebody over there, all right?
He knows what you saw last night,
and he wants you to stay quiet.
- What do you mean, he knows what I saw?
How is that even possible?
- You're not hearing me, Mitch. The job is yours.
You just gotta stay quiet, all right?
I'll get the help I need. I promise I will.
But please don't say anything about last night.
We'll all be okay.
- We?
Who else are we talking about, Doyle?
- All right, I'm just saying, as your friend,
be careful about what decision you make.
(Mitch sighs)
Just take the job, Mitch. You deserve it, man.
I mean, how long you been in this?
- Look, all I need to know is how can I find the girl?
- Oh, just...
You may never get another shot. I'd take the job.
Please, man.
- You didn't see the way that girl looked at me.
You didn't see it!
(door bells jangle)
(paper crumpling)
Come on.
I mean, could you not...
You don't say too much, do you?
(pats cheek)
(chatter and music on TV)
Sammy, listen.
(Mitch sighs)
I'm serious, I can't help you.
There's just so much going on in my life right now,
and I mean, don't...
Don't you have someone that's looking for you,
like your mom, your dad, family, somebody?
- My mom is in Chicago.
(somber music)
She's an incredible woman.
You know, she raised me, making next to nothing.
One mistake.
My foster family wouldn't let me see her anymore.
And I haven't seen her since.
'Cause I'm scared for what might have happened to her.
- So...
I mean, how did you end up here, all the way from Chicago?
(Sammy exhales softly)
- I met this Romeo on an app.
He was really nice at first.
And I thought maybe he could give me back to my mom.
So he bought me clothes and he bought me presents.
(necklace rattles)
And then, just like that, everything changed.
I wasn't allowed to leave his house.
And then, one night his friends came over.
And I had to make a choice.
Sex with his friends every night,
or starve.
(cell phone ringing)
- Yeah.
I got caught up doing something.
Why? What's up?
Can't you get him?
Hello?
Great.
- I guess your hour's up.
This is gonna sound really stupid,
but you're kind of like my hero.
I know, it sounded stupid.
Mitch...
(bills shuffling)
Thank you.
(horn honking)
- This kid.
So what was the score?
(Mitch snaps fingers)
Evan, I said what was the score?
- We lost.
Why do you care?
- Why'd you lose?
- I don't know.
Maybe the other team scored more runs than us.
Can we please just go?
- You can't tell me why you lost?
- Who cares?
(Mitch sighs)
(engine sputters)
- Come on, come on!
(engine sputtering)
(Mitch sighs)
That's exactly why I tell you you gotta play hard.
You gotta play hard!
- So we lost because I wasn't playing hard?
That's not what I mean.
- Whatever.
I'm only playing 'cause mom said I had to.
- Evan... (sighs)
(door opens) (children shouting)
(door slams)
(door opens and closes)
- Mom? Dad? (tense music)
Hm.
15 across.
(VCR rattling)
(music playing on TV)
(guns firing on TV)
(TV static crackling)
(moaning on TV)
(door opens)
- Where's your mother?
(performer laughing on TV)
(rummaging in box)
These will be in the garage behind the tool cabinet.
(magazine thuds)
'Bout time you become a man.
Have at it.
(moaning on TV)
(door opens)
- Daddy, I did good at gymnastics today.
- That's great, honey.
- Hey, I thought you were going to get groceries.
- We don't have anything for dinner.
- Listen, I got some great news.
- My card was declined at the grocery store.
- Huh?
- Alyssa, Evan, dinner, now!
- Listen, so, a job opened, a coaching job in Macon.
They think I'd be great for it.
I'm talking Triple-A affiliate.
Amber, this is one step away from the big show.
- See if this is spoiled.
Does it pay a lot more?
Kids, dinner!
(Mitch groans)
(cereal bag rustling)
- What does that matter?
- Mom, do we have any milk?
- No, honey. You're gonna have to eat it without milk.
Evan, get out here!
I don't understand.
What's the point if there's not more money involved?
(bowls clinking)
- [Mitch] Look, this is finally our break.
Now, we've been waiting for this for a long time.
Evan, you eat with this family!
- They didn't want you before. Why now?
- What does that mean? This time is different.
- Mom, do we have any orange juice?
- We can't just move our whole family on a whim.
- It is not a whim.
I have been working for this for a long time, Amber.
- You know, I can't think about this right now.
- You know what, you don't have to think about it,
because it's not your decision, and I am taking the job.
(refrigerator door slams)
(car alarm blaring)
- Alyssa, go share your cereal with Ruby.
- [Alyssa] Ruby, I have some food for us.
- Why is it that, the one time something good happens to me,
this is how you act?
- What do you expect from me?
I'm trying to figure out a way to feed our children!
I stood in line at the grocery store for 20 minutes,
only to have people gawk at me
while some 18-year-old cashier tells me
I didn't have enough money to feed my family!
I had to leave the groceries just sitting there!
But then you come in here
and wanna move our whole family to another state,
just like that.
- I have told you that it is different this time!
- Oh, it's a sure thing then, huh?
- Yes, Amber, it is a sure thing!
- Wow.
Well then I guess you better pack your bags for Macon.
Meanwhile, I have to go admit to my mom
that I can't feed my own kids!
- Yeah, go run to mommy. (keys jangling)
- You disgust me.
- Like you always do.
(door opens and slams)
(loud clattering)
(crickets chirping)
(Mitch sighs)
(birds chirping)
(chattering)
(door closes)
(Mitch yawns)
(emotional music)
(shower running)
- That goes without saying, man.
Girls have like this clock mechanism, right?
It's like a time bomb starts ticking
when they're still pretty young.
- [Hunter] Spare me the sixth grade health class.
- No, no, no. You gotta listen to what I'm saying.
That's what got me outta my hitting slump last season.
But let me ask you a question.
If someone were to give you a tool
to make you a better ball player,
wouldn't you be stupid not to use it, like every day?
I'm telling you man, these girls are the magic drug.
They keep me playing like a man
that's gonna be in the Majors soon.
I tried 'em all: cleat chasers, other guys' wives.
(Hunter laughing)
I'm serious!
The younger ones give you everything you need,
and the best part about is they don't talk back.
(Hunter scoffs)
- Whatever, man. I'm not some kind of perv.
- You wanna have a good game tomorrow?
It'll help, guaranteed, or your money back.
I'll hook you up, no worries.
You just gotta tell me what you're looking for.
- I don't know.
- I get it. I was like that too.
Let me tell you something.
There's a lot of people into this,
and we all look out for each other.
You know that scout coming to see me, huh?
I'll make sure he looks at you, man. I got you.
Besides you can't go wrong.
I'm telling you, I test all the merch
before I recommended to the general public.
Look. See this one right here?
Right on the edge of being too old, but still mighty...
I'm telling you, right on the edge of being too old,
but still mighty fine. - Come on.
I think they call her Joy.
Whatever her name is, she brought me a lot of joy.
So I'll hook you up.
(pensive music)
(baseball bat slamming)
- [Sammy] Mm!
- Don't these people feed you?
- This is so incredible.
- Thank you.
So, I think we need to talk about
getting you out of this situation.
What do you think about the police taking care of you?
I mean, it is their job.
- And I'm right back where I started,
in some foster home and no closer to my mom.
So, no.
I know I met you for a reason.
You'll think of something.
(Mitch sighs)
- There's gotta be some type of halfway house for girls,
shelter, program, something.
- No!
- Look, I want to help you.
I just cant'- - Hey baby.
(troubling music)
- Oh, crap.
- [Gibson] Another two.
- No, don't look.
- I had an appointment with that guy the other night.
- Hold on.
How many of these guys paid you to, um...
- Him.
Him.
Then there's you.
- Seriously. Listen.
What do you think about us trying to get you into a program,
a shelter?
- You're a good guy, Mitch.
Good heart.
You'll think of something.
Think we can do ice cream next time?
- Yes.
Tomorrow night, ice cream, you and me.
- Pinkie swear.
(gentle music)
(kisses cheek)
Thank you.
Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.
Sammy.
Take care of yourself.
(Mitch sighs)
- That girl's a little young for you, don't you think?
- It's not like that.
- It was a joke.
- Can I help you?
- Yeah.
You seemed pretty distraught when she left,
so I thought this would make you feel better.
You wanna talk about it?
- Not really.
(Mitch sighs)
- Look, there are problems that...
That I'm just trying to figure out right now, okay?
- My advice is to just walk away.
When you're in between two impossible choices,
no one ever sees the third option.
(Mitch sighs)
At least get away from thinking about it for a while.
I can tell just by looking at you that you need a break.
You play baseball, right?
You busy tomorrow?
(exciting music)
- Come on! (smacks glove)
Attaboy!
Here we go!
(baseball bat whacks)
(crowd cheering)
(baseball thuds into glove)
(exciting music)
- You're out!
(crowd cheering)
(baseball bat whacks)
(crowd cheering)
(baseball bat whacks)
(manager clapping)
(baseball back whacks)
(audience cheering and clapping)
(exciting music)
- Hey, here we go! Attaboy!
Look alive!
(exciting music)
(baseball bat whacks) (crowd cheering)
(suspenseful music)
(Diya gasps)
(crowd cheering and clapping)
(ethereal music)
(bell jangling)
- When my wife left,
she took the kids and filed for divorce.
- Shame.
- Yeah.
- I screwed up, Mitch.
I don't know what to do.
I don't wanna lose my kids.
I just wish I could start over.
- Yeah.
A little late for that.
(delicate music)
(players chattering)
- [Diya] It's about time.
- It's for you.
You never ever wanna take your eye off the ball.
- All right.
As long as you keep your eye on the ball, you can't miss.
Watch and learn.
(baseball bat whacks)
You try. Let's see what you got.
- So what is this for drunk bar employees or what?
- Let's just see what you got.
What are you doing with your hands?
- I don't know.
- You're holding that thing like it's a broomstick. Look.
- Okay.
- All right, so, hands right here, slight grip.
Put your knuckles this way.
And you want to put your hands up here.
Wanna get a nice pull back, follow through, okay?
There you go.
Keep your eye on the ball.
And don't hit like a girl.
(Diya gasps)
Wait.
Hands.
These knuckles line up right here.
All right?
(baseball bat whacks)
- [Diya] So, how long have you been playing?
- A long time.
- You hit like you're trying to prove something,
almost angry.
- I'm sorry.
- That's okay. I like it.
What would you have if you could have anything?
(Mitch sighs)
- I...
I don't think having anything is even an option,
so why think about it?
- It's good to think about those things.
- Only leads to disappointment.
- Who hurt you?
- I'm a realist.
- It doesn't matter.
It's about taking control of what's right in front of you.
If we don't do that, the world will control us.
- What about you?
I mean, no offense, you're a waitress.
Is that what you wanted to do,
or should you be taking control?
- Touche.
I actually plan to start my own sports-themed restaurant.
It's a big deal. A whole chain of 'em, you know?
Put all these other bars and restaurants out of business.
Spread across the country eventually.
- So what's stopping you?
- What's stopping you
from playing ball somewhere other than this dumpy town?
- You don't mess around, do you?
- Mm. You didn't answer my question.
- A lot of things.
- Yeah, but does it have to, or are you just letting it?
- That's not fair.
I mean, seriously, there are people, things
that are just outta my control.
And I mean, we can't all control everything
like we're some god or something.
- So you take what you can control,
and you walk away from what you can't.
Mitch, you can't tell me that's not an option.
What's stopping you?
- What's stopping you?
- I'm waiting for the perfect partner to come along.
- You're looking for a man with money.
- Money will come in time. No.
I need a real partner.
Someone who's passionate and driven.
Kind.
An athlete.
Someone who knows what he wants.
(emotional music)
You think I'm ready?
- Yeah. You are a regular Ty Cobb.
(Diya laughs)
- I do like the Tigers.
Have you thought about what I said?
- What's that?
- About taking the third option?
- Yeah.
(Mitch chuckles)
I just...
If I could figure out what that is.
- I don't think it's that hard to figure out.
- This...
This is you, right?
- Yeah.
- I...
I just...
I just wanna say
I appreciate you talking to me today.
It helped.
- I'm good at solving all kinds of problems.
(car keys jangle)
(soft music)
(Mitch sighs)
(Mitch grumbles)
- Come on, Mitch. Come on.
(door bells jangle)
Hey.
Listen, I know it's not check-in time.
(Mitch sighs)
(bills rustling)
Pleasure doing business with you.
(birds chirping)
(knocking on door)
(door opens)
Hey.
Hey, wait!
Wait, I need to talk-
- Get off of me!
- Look, I just want to talk, please. I'm sorry.
(emotional music)
(phone beeping and ringing)
I screwed up.
I'm sorry.
I screwed up. I know that.
Say something, anything, please!
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I just...
What happened? Who did this?
- You did this.
- If this is about the ice cream,
we can go get ice cream, and we can go talk right now.
- Listen.
I thought about what you said
and about trying to figure out the right thing to do.
- Just give me the money for this hour and go.
- Okay.
You're mad, huh?
I get it. You're mad, you're upset, you're angry.
But what did you expect from me?
What did you want me to do?
I told you, I am nobody's superhero,
and you refused to accept that!
- Stop!
They raped me, Mitch!
(emotional music)
That's what they do to us.
If we can't pay back the money, that's what they do.
And then they sell it to porn websites.
(emotional music)
So just give me the money and go!
- I'm sorry.
- [Sammy] Go!
(bills rustling)
- [Mitch] Sammy-
- Don't call me that! Just go!
(emotional music)
Just go, Mitch! Go!
(door opens and closes)
(dramatic music)
(Sammy sobbing)
Please!
(Sammy screaming)
(engine sputtering)
- [Mitch] Come on.
(engine sputtering)
(Mitch sighs)
(horn honks)
(door slams)
(cell phone ringing)
- Hello?
(car hood rattling)
(phone ringing)
- What?
Nothing, I'm just getting-
- Evan's coach just called.
He got kicked off the baseball team!
- What'd he do?
- You need to ask him.
- Can't you tell me?
- Mitch, your son needs you.
- I'll just call the coach.
- So you're not gonna have a talk with your son?
- I don't see why.
- Okay.
Well then maybe you can tell me
about some credit card charges to a motel.
- Listen, it must be a mistake.
- Several times this week?
Some cheap motel here in town.
And cash withdrawals. Mitch, what's going on?
- I don't know. Probably identity theft or something.
Come on, Amber.
- Okay, well, you're gonna have to get another job
off season this year, because we've got next to nothing.
- Somebody probably stole my credit card number, okay?
I mean, idiots.
They could have chose a better place than the Sunrise Motel.
Amber.
Amber?
Amber.
- What is it that you're looking for?
Pick your things up when we're not home.
(cell phone beeps)
(slams down cell phone)
(slamming groceries)
(slams cabinet door)
(Amber sobbing)
(droning music)
(baseball bat whacks)
- Hey, Mitch.
(Mitch sighs)
I'm trying to get that help I was talking about.
Just wanted you to know.
- Do you have any idea what you did to that girl?
- No, but you can help her. I think they'd sell her to you.
- This whole thing is your freaking fault.
Why don't you take care of it?
- You're gonna make it, Mitch.
- [Mitch] You seen Gibson?
- Gibson? Yeah.
I had him running sprints
from mouthing off in the sixth again.
He's like a nine-year-old kid, this guy.
I think he's out in the showers.
Hold up a second.
Congratulations.
I heard on the Triple-A coaching job.
They're lucky to have you.
- Yeah, thanks.
- We're gonna miss you here.
Hey, just receive what I'm telling you.
We're seriously gonna miss you here.
I got something else for you.
It's even got your name on it.
Listen up, tomorrow, ownership's gonna be here.
I need you to be here in uniform, 5:30 sharp.
- I got it. I'll be here.
- All right, get outta here.
- [Mitch] Gibson!
Gibson! (shower running)
Gibson, I know you're in there.
- Hey there, Jennings.
Appreciate the visit, but I gotta say,
I didn't think you were that kind of guy.
But, hey, no judgment here, man. You do you.
You gonna hand me my towel, or should I post for a picture?
(Gibson laughs)
- I know what you're into.
- Little more specific.
- You know what I'm talking about.
- You don't know jack, Jennings.
You know, I heard something about you the other day though.
- What's that?
- Something about you spending quality time
with Doyle's teenage escort.
Let's see, what did they say her name was?
Was it Trent?
No, that's not it.
Devil?
Was it Joy?
- I hate you.
(Gibson snickers)
- I don't care.
- So that coaching job that Doyle told me about,
that was you, huh?
- Congratulations on that by the way. You deserve it.
- There is no way that you have that kind of power.
- Maybe.
Or maybe it's possible
that one of the big wigs there
has a thing for 14-year-old blondes.
Maybe.
- I wanna buy the girl.
Samantha.
Joy.
- Wow. Is she that good?
- I could kill you right now.
But if I keep my mouth shut,
I get the coaching job, you hook me up to by the girl,
I give her her life back, everybody wins.
- Everybody wins. (snickers)
You know, do what you want, Jennings.
You take her off the street,
another one will be right behind her.
We're doing it a favor.
It's probably the best life she's ever known.
You know, I'd watch yourself.
- Those big league clubs are real flaky about hiring,
change their mind a lot.
(door slams)
(Mitch sighs)
(troubling music)
(Mitch groans)
(envelope rustling)
(bag zipping)
(Mitch sighs)
(emotional music)
(picture frame clatters)
(envelope rustling)
(emotional music)
(Mitch sighs)
- So, I'll be staying for a while this time.
(envelope rustling)
(door bells jangle)
(phone dialing)
(emotional music)
(Mitch groans)
(Mitch groaning)
(Mitch breathing heavily)
(delicate music)
(crickets chirping)
(banging on door) (Mitch gasps)
(engine revs)
(dramatic music)
(bag unzipping)
- I will decide what that worthless child needs.
- He is just a boy.
- Just a boy?
He's an embarrassment to the family!
You want that representing our last name?
- Jerry... Shut up!
Gimme that.
Lemme show you.
Math, F.
Science, D.
Oh, whoop-de-do, he's got an A in PE.
- You're being unreasonable.
- I said shut up!
I've seen him play baseball!
He's gonna be unemployed and homeless!
- Oh, God. - Mitch!
Get out here right now!
- Jerry, would you please... Shut up!
Mitch, get out here right now!
I know you heard me, boy!
What you gotta say about this, huh?
Huh?
What do you have to say about this?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean you don't know?
You don't know?
I'm gonna help you know.
- No, no. No, no, no.
I'll do better. I'll do-
(slaps face)
- Huh?
You gonna get an F in math next time, huh?
You gonna get an F in math, huh?
(Mitch whimpers)
Hm?
(door opens)
Woman, give me that!
(Illean gasps)
- [Illean] No! (sobbing)
- Oh, you gonna come up on me, huh?
Huh? You a man now, huh?
Don't none of y'all touch my bat!
Ever!
You understand me, boy?
Huh?
Don't you ever touch this.
You are not worth touching this!
Get outta my way.
(Illean sobbing)
- Oh, God.
(horn honking)
- Hey there.
Gimme a minute.
- I have 800. I only need 1,700 more.
And I promise, I will pay you back as soon as I can.
I just thought that you would be one of those kind of girls
that would have that kind of money laying around.
- $1,700 just laying around, Mitch?
For what, a divorce lawyer?
- No.
- Why can't you hear me?
I am offering you a life without problems,
your dreams, Mitch.
We can do it together.
We can just leave this place.
Just you and me.
I found the perfect partner.
- Is...
Is this about me?
Or is this about your business dreams.
- I am offering you everything.
Can't you see that?
We could...
We could start here if you wanted to.
We could...
- I'm sorry.
I've made my decision.
- Mitch.
What else could look this good?
What, are you stupid?
You're a worthless jerk, you know that?
(hard rock music)
(phone ringing)
- Yeah.
(tense music)
Where?
Why Now?
(crickets chirping)
- [Doyle] Mitch, I know this is probably hard
for you to believe,
but I think of you as my only true friend.
That's why I hate myself so much
for dragging you into this mess.
You're too good of a guy to deserve it.
I look up to you, Mitch.
I've hurt a lot of people really bad,
and I should have gotten help a long time ago.
I've lost everything.
I don't even want my kids to be associated with me.
They deserve much better.
I hope my wife will remarry a good man,
a family man like you.
I hope you understand that this was my only choice.
You're friend, Alex.
(punches car roof)
P.S. I hope the money has helped take care of that girl.
(Mitch moaning)
(Mitch growling)
(dramatic music)
(Mitch sobbing)
(Mitch shouts)
(truck rumbling)
(tense music)
(crowd cheering and clapping)
- Where do you think you're going, moron?
- Stealing home.
- [Opponent] Whatever. It's your funeral.
(tense music)
- Back!
(tense music)
Mitch, not too far. Not too far.
Take a step back now.
(players and crowd cheering)
(helmet thuds)
- Out!
(crowd groans)
(gloomy music)
- I tried my best.
- Not good enough!
Get up! Get up!
Worthless!
(engine rumbling)
(door closes)
(manager sighs)
(paper rustling)
- Jennings.
I completely understand.
(Mitch sniffs)
- You shouldn't even be here right now.
I should be alone.
I'm sorry I called you.
- I admire you.
You have no idea how many players I've had,
that I've seen in my day,
average, horrible, not so good,
great ones that thought they were great for the most part.
You know, and then there's you, who show up.
You have been showing up every day,
being great at what you do.
I mean, what more can I ask for?
- A lotta good that's done.
- You gifted, Mitch. You're gifted.
- Yeah, gifted.
Small town, independent baseball.
Yeah, I'm gifted all right.
- I'm not talking baseball.
I am so honored that you thought of me
to call me to talk to me about this.
Doyle chose you. He called you.
He left that note for you, not for me.
Do you know why he did that?
You're important to people.
(Mitch exhales sharply)
- I am a nobody.
And I'm nobody's hero.
- You don't have to be. That's not what's expected of you.
(gentle music)
I need to see you there tonight, 5:30 p.m. sharp.
- Yeah, I'll be there.
(emotional music)
(letter tearing)
(bag unzipping)
(door bells jangle)
David.
David!
(Mitch sighs)
Listen, I need you to do me a favor.
Call the number on the back of this envelope
at 7:00 p.m., no earlier.
After you make the call, open the envelope.
It's important.
Here.
This should make it worth your while.
Thank you.
(door bells jangle)
(moving music)
(dog barking)
(banging on door)
- What do you want?
(door opens)
Go away.
- I just wanted to tell you personally that it's over.
- Not that I care, but what's over, Jennings,
your baseball career, your life?
I said go away.
(door closes and opens)
You know, I called in a favor for you,
hot you a cushy coaching job,
because I just had this feeling
like you were gonna be a problem.
- You know, those girls, they don't deserve to suffer,
and you will go to prison.
I'll take you there myself if I have to.
- You threatening me?
Seriously, old man?
You're so full of crap. I can smell it on you, Jennings.
What happened to you being the big hero, huh?
Buying the girl, setting her free, what happened to that?
(Mitch sighs)
Oh, okay. (chuckles)
You've got a cashflow problem.
Big hero couldn't come with the money.
- You know, Doyle killed himself last night.
- Huh.
Well, wuss had no stones, so it doesn't surprise me.
- So this is how you wanna play it, huh?
- Leave.
- It's your funeral!
- Yeah.
(door slams)
(dramatic music)
Hey.
Can you help me?
I'm looking for some young girls.
- Yeah, I bet.
- It's really just one.
I just need to know if you...
I'm saying I just really need to know
if you've seen her around here today.
(cart rattling)
Come on.
Can't you help me? Please?
You look like the kind of person
that sees everything that goes on around here.
Am I right?
Her.
This girl right there.
I can help her if I get to her in time.
I just wanna help her, that's all.
(Mitch sighs)
I'm sorry.
- I saw her here a couple of hours ago.
Big guy in a red truck took her and turned left.
Only one other motel that they work the girls out of
in that direction.
- Sunrise.
(dramatic music)
Yeah.
Thanks.
- Hey.
If you really wanna help these girls,
then get rid of everything that creates the demand.
Good day, sir.
(dramatic music)
(door opens)
(truck rumbling)
(door rattling)
- Come on!
(door opens)
(banging on door)
(door opens)
Sammy, get your things! Let's go!
(dramatic music)
You need Jesus.
I need to apologize.
- [Sammy] Thank you!
- You're welcome, kid.
Now listen. I'm getting you to Chicago.
You sure you can find your mom?
- I'm sure.
- Okay. Well this'll help.
Somebody gave it to me,
and I wanted to make sure that you got it.
- Tell them thank you for me.
(Mitch sighs)
- Let's get you to that bus station.
(engine sputters)
Come on!
(engine sputters)
(Mitch sighs)
Not again.
(engine rumbling)
- Mitch, is everything okay?
No! No, please!
No, no, no! Mitch!
(Sammy screams)
- Samantha! - Please!
- [Mitch] Samantha!
(truck leaves)
(dramatic music)
(banging)
(Samantha screams)
- I said shut up!
- I hate you! I hate you!
Let me go!
- [Driver] I said shut up!
(Sammy panting)
(dramatic music)
(Sammy crying)
(dramatic music)
(Sammy crying)
(gun cocks)
- [Sammy] No, no, no, no, no. (screams)
(grate rattling)
No!
- [Driver] Stop! Relax.
Hey. Shut up!
Relax. Relax.
(Sammy screams)
(syringe clatters)
(Sammy sobbing)
(suspenseful music)
(engine revving)
- Mitch.
Mitch!
(tires squeal)
(suspenseful music)
- Sammy!
(gun fires)
(Mitch grunting)
(Sammy grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(Mitch grunting)
- Mitch.
(Mitch grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(Sammy panting)
(siren wailing)
(Mitch groaning)
(gun fires) (Sammy grunts)
(tires squeal)
- Sammy.
(siren wailing)
Sammy.
Sammy!
(melancholy music)
- [Joe] Come on, kid.
Go get 'em, baby. You got this.
(clapping)
Come on, kid. Come on, baby.
- Put me in, skip.
- You're late.
- I know.
- Okay, so if you know you're late, go sit on the bench.
- Come on, skip. You gotta give me a chance.
- You need to talk, you know where to find me.
I'm always there for you.
Go warm that bench.
(players clapping)
(gentle piano music)
All right. (clapping)
(bell jingling)
- [Announcer] Home run!
(all cheering and clapping)
(players chattering and cheering)
- Whoa.
No. No, no, no.
No, no, no, no. Come on, man!
Come on, man!
(handcuffs rattling)
- Dead, Jennings.
Dead.
Get off of me!
What are you looking at?
- [Joe] All right, nothing to see here.
- I just thought maybe you'd want this back.
- Wait, how did you know-
- 'Cause only an idiot cheats on,
commits multiple felonies using his own credit card.
Thank you.
(emotional music)
(announcement on intercom)
- Miss?
Watch your step.
- Hey, Jennings, you're up.
(emotional music)
(Mitch sighs)
- I know this is a bad time,
but can you play someone else for me?
Let's just say that
this is my last game ever.
(Mitch sighs)
There are some
more important things
that I need to focus on.
- I got you.
Purefeldman, you're up,
(emotional music)
(chatter on police radio)
(emotional music)
(clock ticking)
(delicate piano music)
(both sniffling)
(both crying)
(travelers chattering)
- Daddy, I miss you.
- I miss you. Hey, we get to hang out today.
- Can Evan come?
- Yeah, Evan can come too.
Hey, why don't you get your toys
and go over there and play for a little bit, okay?
- Okay, Daddy.
- All right.
- Thanks for letting me hang out with the kids today.
You look great.
I miss you.
- School going good for Alyssa?
- Yeah.
(emotional music)
- Think he'll ever speak to me again?
(emotional music)
(bat whiffs)
(moving music)
(bat whiffs)
(gentle music)
- Hi, my name is Bradford Haynes.
- And I'm Stephanie Peterson.
- Here's the truth. You are loved.
So if the themes in this film have impacted you,
there's hope.
We already have the next steps prepared for you,
like our friends and partners at Pure Desire Ministries
and Boulder Recovery.
- Please join us on this journey.
(moving music)