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[Roger and J.P. are watching the game from a tree near the stadium and listening to the radio broadcast; on the field, George Knox starts walking out to the mound] [on the radio]
With another example of his infamous temper, manager George Knox calls time out. He is going to have a word with his pitcher, Frank Gates.
Roger I don't think it's going to be a happy word.
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And it looks like Knox is going to take Gates out. Gates doesn't look too, pleased about this.
[on the field]
Give me the ball.
FG Frank Gates
It ain't my fault, you need a new outfield.
[louder]
You're out of here, GIVE ME THE BALL!!!
FG Frank Gates
Do you want the ball? Well, here you go. [starts to hand it over] GO GET IT! [throws it aside and starts to hand his glove over] Do you want my glove? WELL, GO GET IT. [throws it as well].
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[on the radio]
Gates has thrown his ball and glove into the stands!
[lunges at Gates]
Oh, Go on, get out of here, you're finished Gates. [they begin fighting with each other]
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[on the radio]
And now Knox has attacked his own pitcher!
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This is outrageous! George Knox is fighting off his own players.
Roger [in the tree] [sighs]
Surprise, surprise...
Roger [Roger, lying in his top bunk, looks up at the stars] [whispers]
God--if there's a god, if you're a man or a woman, if you're listening', I'd really, really like...a family. My dad says that'll only happen if the Angels win the pennant. The baseball team, I mean. So, maybe you could help 'em win a little. Amen. [turns to sleep but turns back to the stars] Uh, a-woman too. [turns back to sleep but didn't noticed one of the stars shines, granting his prayer]
M Miguel
I don't want to go to the game anyway. The Angels never win.
JP J.P.
I want to go to the game. They could win. It could happen.
M Miguel
Yeah! And you could drop dead after dinner... of food poisoning!
Roger Leave him alone!!
Boys, Hey, look what we've got for dessert: Jell-O.
M Miguel
It's not really Jell-O. It's cat-brains with food coloring in it. She kills them at night and feeds it to us to save money.
Roger Shut up, Miguel!
Roger, You know we do not use those words in this house.
M Miguel
[imitating a cat]
Meow!
You know I wouldn't put any food coloring on my cat-brains.
Roger I'm glad you're here. I was afraid no one was going to show up today, since everybody knows about the angels.
No one's coming. Championships have to be won on their own. It's a rule.
Roger Oh. Then why are you here?
[gestures to Clark]
I came to check up on Mel. He's coming up soon. Going to be one of us.
Roger You mean he's...
Ah, he's smoked for years. Always a mistake. He's got 6 months left, doesn't even know anything's wrong yet.
Roger No.
Don't you worry. He's well taken care of. You concentrate on your own life now. We are expecting great things from you kid. We'll all be watching, you remember that.
[slowly dissolves away from Roger]
Even though you can't see us, we're always watching.
[Roger was about to drink his soda when he noticed Al was in his soda cup then spits him out and mumbling]
Shh. Shh-shh. This is between you and me, little guy. No one can see me but you. Remember?
Roger [noticing the people, who're sitting behind him and waves to them]
Hi.
[the people waves back]
Sit down, already. I left in a hurry yesterday. I forgot a few of the rules. Numero uno: don't tell anyone about us. Now, I heard you already told a little kid and El Capitan. But nobody else. We hate recognition. We're a very sensitive group. If people know we're around, I wouldn't be able to get an angel within a mile of this team.
Roger Okay. Are you guys gonna help out today?
Al We'll see. We never make commitments. We go and come and come and go. We're a capricious crowd.
Roger What's capri--[notices J.P. and David are coming back] What's capricious?
[Roger and J.P. plans to play baseball with the neighborhood kids around the block when George Knox is the pitcher. After J.P. bats the ball. After J.P. bats the baseball, George Knox chose a little boy named Marvin Vincent Archer]
Have you played any ball, before, Marvin?
MV Marvin Vincent Archer
No, never played any ball.
Well, this is the perfect time to learn. [picks up Marvin Vincent Archer] Come on. [places Marvin Vincent Archer on the Home Plate] Watch the ball and when I say, now, you swing. Just do exactly what I say. Get ready to swing. Now!
Roger [Marvin Vincent Archer hits the ball] [To Marvin Vincent Archer]
Go, Marvin! Run to first base!
[Marvin Vincent Archer runs to first base] [to Marvin Vincent Archer]
You stay on base and do just what I say.
MV Marvin Vincent Archer
[to George Knox]
OK.
[to the other kids]
We got runners on first and second.
[A big boy comes to the Home Plate]
And look who's coming to bat... Babe Ruth.
[George Knox throws the ball and the big boy hits the ball] [to Marvin Vincent Archer]
Go, Marvin! Run home!
MV Marvin Vincent Archer
[to George Knox]
Run home?
[to Marvin Vincent Archer]
Run home!
MV Marvin Vincent Archer
Run home. Run home.
[All the kids start laughing] [to Marvin Vincent Archer]
Hey, Marvin, where you going?
MV Marvin Vincent Archer
[still running off]
Run home, run home, run home.
[to Roger]
Hey, where is he goin'? And what happened?
Roger [To George Knox]
You told him to run home.
[Knox finally gets it and he laughs with Roger]
