"Hi, Dad." "Hello, Jim." "You're home early." "Yep." "Hey, I'm going to work on that slide again." "Can you watch me?" "Later." "Go on." "Okay." "I told you that squirt of a foreman was going to be trouble." "He talked to the wrong man when he talked to me like that." "There are other jobs." "Hey, Dad, watch!" "I'm the union steward." "The men expect me to speak up." "There'll be other jobs." "See the farther away you take off the sooner you get in there, and then you hook it in." "Now you try it." "Come on!" "Zip up in there." "Come on now!" "The sooner you take off, the faster you get in there." "All right, now, don't forget... as you come in, you fall away from the bag." "Let's go." "Move!" "Oh!" "Hey, that was pretty good." "You hooked in there nice." "But, you know, a low throw would've nailed you." "Don't give me that look, now." "A low throw would've nailed you." "It wasn't bad, though." "Keep it up." "Yeah, you'll be able to do it..." "just keep at it." "That old trouble again?" "Yeah." "Too much gabbing today, I guess." "I'll fix a cup of tea." "I don't like the look of it." "I've been after you to get a checkup, haven't I?" "I don't want you going away again." "Jimmy always looks so serious when he plays." "He's a good boy;" "he tries hard." "Too hard sometimes." "Nothing comes easy, and you know it." "If we work hard enough he could be a great ball player." " Just like his dad." " Nah." " You were the best I ever saw." " No, nothing like that." "Playing for a factory team?" "Making a few dollars on my spare time?" "Oh, no." "What I'm thinking about is the big leagues." "Boston Red Sox." "That's where Jim's going." "Jim!" "That's enough, of that, Jim." "Come on, let's toss a few." "Right in the old mitt." "Right in there, now, Jim." "Come on!" "Come on, Jim, like a big leaguer a big leaguer now." "Come on, let's go now!" "Come on, Jim!" "Let's go, let's go!" "Hustle in there!" "Right here, now, right to me, Jim." "Come on, Jim, come on." "That's the one." "That's it." "We'll show 'em, Jim." "That's it, come on, now..." "right to me!" "You're out!" "Your kid played a great game." "What an arm!" "What a bunch of bums." "Great throwing, Jimmy." "You saved the game for us." "If you're going to play, Mr. Tracy you might as well win, you know." "That's right." "Bernie!" "That was a good game, boy." "Hey, Mr. Piersall, your boy played like a real pro today, didn't he?" "Now we made it, huh?" "Yeah, you made it." "With luck you made it." "It's a good enough game for high school, but, uh... you weren't on your toes all the time, and you know it." "Don't you think?" "Jimmy, you got to think ahead." "You got to be ahead of the play." "For instance, in the fifth inning when the ball got away from your shortstop why weren't you backing him up in there?" "You got to think ahead." "Come on, take your shower." "Don't catch cold." "Hey, Jimmy." "Hurry up, boy, I'll give you a ride over to the party." "Come on." "Oh, I got two gas pumps waiting, you know." "Aw, come on, this is a celebration." "Skip work for once." "I can't skip work for a party." "Oh, come on, huh?" "We won." "Oh, that's wonderful." "I thought we were going to lose it." "I really did." "I knew you would." "But the third and fourth inning, I thought we were going to lose it, but..." "Mrs. Piersall, your son made a play like a big leaguer today, and don't think they don't know it up there." "Where?" "Boston." "What's that?" "I didn't want to tell you during the season." "I was afraid you'd get nervous." "Tell me what?" "The Boston Red Sox are interested, Jim." "Tracy's heard from them." "The Red Sox are sending down scouts next year to see me?" "Ma." "The Boston Red Sox are sending down scouts next year to see me." "What do you think about that, huh?" "You deserve it, Jimbo." "What do you think, Dad?" "Well, we're on our way, Jim." "Big leagues... big money." "Everything we've ever dreamed about." "We're going up fast no ten years in the minors for us." "Hanging around Louisville, Scranton." "No small towns, none of that for us." "We'll give them one year and then the Boston Red Sox, right, Jim?" "Right, Dad." "First we got to be great next season when the scouts come down." "You got to stay in shape, keep healthy then nothing can stop us." "Right, Jim?" "Right." "Jimmy, you're going to be late for work?" "Yep." "Straight home after work, son." "Oh, doesn't he always?" "Can I have the letter?" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Hey, Jim!" "Don't lose the letter!" "And bring it home!" "Hey, how about a little service here, huh?" "Get that heap out of here." "Gives the place a bad name." "How's the big leaguer?" "Heard from the Red Sox again, huh?" "Yeah." "Great, Jimmy." "It's really wonderful." "They're coming all the way down from Boston huh, for the opener." "That's what Tracy says." "Well if he says it, it's fact." "How about celebrating, huh?" "Oh..." "Aw, come on, Jimmy, once, huh?" "No, I should go straight home." "Come on, do a little ice-skating, huh?" "Oh, Bernie, I'm not supposed to ice-skate, you know that." "Oh, come on, Jimmy, relax." "You should relax once in a while." "No, I got..." "I got to get home." "Come on, boy." "Once, huh?" "I'll have you home before you know it." "Come on." "Ten minutes." "Okay, ten minutes." " Okay?" " Yeah." "Come on, hurry up, then, ten minutes." " Let's go, huh?" " Let me just lock up." "Maybe he had to work overtime." "I tell you, there was no answer at the gas station." "Why don't you call some of his other friends?" "I did... nobody's home." "Nobody's seen him." "I'm going to call the police." "John, for goodness sake, he's an hour and a half late." "That's like 24 hours with anybody else." "John, will you be sensible?" "Now, you know Jim..." "he's never been late before." "I know." "The gas station." "It's the gas station." "I should never have let him take that job at the gas station." " John, will you stop it?" " Stop what?" "!" "He's probably out with Bernie and just forgot the time." "He knows how important it is for him to get his sleep." "If he's not ready when those scouts come down from Boston..." "Have you seen Jim?" "Yes, sir." "Well, where is he?" "He's downstairs in the car, sir." "What happened?" "We went skating, sir, and..." "Sorry, Mrs. Piersall." "Jimmy." "I'm all right, Mom." "Now, Pop, it's okay." "I'm..." "I'm going to play." "John!" "Dad." "I'll be back the first thing in the morning and we'll have a cardiograph down at the office." "Oh, thank you, Doctor." "Jimmy..." "Dad's going to be all right." "Doctor says it wasn't really a heart attack, just a warning." "He'll have to take it easy for a while." "It was my fault." "Oh, Jimmy, it wasn't your fault." "Doctor says it could've happened any time and for any reason." "Try and get some rest, son." "And don't worry." "Say, are there scouts out there or not?" "Yep." "Dad, no bending, you know what the doc said, huh?" "That was two months ago." "Well, you still got to be careful." "I think you ought to skip the game." "Are you going to play?" " Yes." " Then I can watch it." "Okay, let's get out there and play a little ball." "Jim... no sliding today." "Keep your weight off that ankle as much as you can." "Come on, Jim!" "Come on, boy!" "Come on, Jim!" "Come on, Jim!" "Wait for a good one, baby!" "Take it easy!" "You're out of there!" "All right, this is our last inning, fellas." "Get a hit, kid." "Now, we're in trouble." "Those two strikeouts, they don't like it." "I'm trying, Dad." "I know you're trying, I know." "But we've got to show them that you can hit." "Now, you've got to get your hit." "Come on." "Get your hit now." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Stee-rike!" "Come on, stay in there..." "Keep your eye on the ball, Jim!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "No!" "Don't slide!" "Safe!" "Jim!" "Jim, are you okay?" "I told you, Dad, worry about nothing, huh?" " This is Jim." " Hello, Jim." "Sakulavich and Silvera." "Scouts." " Nice hit, kid." " You made a nice slide there." "Keep your weight off the ankle." "Come on." "Sit down." "Well, good-bye, Dad." "Good-bye, Jim." "Now, Scranton's a good beginning but it's only the beginning." "Remember, next year, it's got to be the Boston..." "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, wish me luck." "No, luck won't do it." "You're going to have to think." "You're going to have to work hard and think for yourself." "Remember, no one's going to be there doing your thinking for you." "Board!" "Good bye, Jim." "Dad!" "Next year!" "Next year the Red Sox!" "Huh?" "!" "Next year." "Where's that arm?" " Watch it, Jim!" " Hey, look out!" "Hey, are you okay?" "What are you trying to do, ruin the customers?" "Hmm?" "Look at your skirt, it's a mess." "Holy cow, what do I do now, Sandy?" "Tell her you're sorry." "Come on, I'll introduce you." "They're friends of mine." "Nurses at St. Vincent's." "Come on." "Girls..." "this is Jimmy Piersall" " our latest misguided missile." " Hello." " This is Joan Kelly" " Hi." "Doris Fleming, Edna McGuire, and, uh..." "Oh, Mary Teevan." "Mary's new in town." "She just started at the hospital." "You almost put her back in there." "That's a nice way to treat a stranger." "I'm-I'm very sorry, Miss..." " That's all right." " Uh, let me..." "It doesn't really make any difference." "No, that's terrible." "Let me get you another mirror, all right?" "Oh, no, really, please, I'm so..." "I guess I got in the way or something." "Oh, you didn't..." "get in the way." "Thank you." "Well, you know, I shouldn't go running..." "Hey, Piersall, get it!" "Piersall!" "Well, I like the way you play baseball." "Well, now if one of us could only cook." "Cook, yeah." "Where are your friends?" "Oh, they're busy." "Well, good-bye." "Oh." "It was nice talking to you." "Good-bye." "That's all for today." "Okay, men, let's hit the showers." "Jimmy." "Get out of that hotel room, man." "Get yourself a date." "Miss Teevan?" "Miss Teevan?" "Who is it?" " It's Jim Piersall." " Who?" "Uh, Jim Piersall." "You remember?" "From the ball park?" "Oh." "Hi." "How are you?" "Fine." "How did you find out where I lived?" "I called the hospital" " and told them I'm your brother." " What?" "Called up the hospital and" " told them I was your brother." " Oh." "Say, can I come in?" "Well, I guess it'll be all right." "Uh, I-I wanted to ask you out to dinner and then I figured maybe if I brought dinner here, you'd let me cook it." " You brought what?" " Dinner." "Remember you said" " if one of us could only cook." " Oh." " Remember you said that?" " Yes." "Well, as it so happens, I can cook." "Oh." "Well, I, I was going out." "Oh, you have a date." "Well, no." "Not exactly." "Well, you don't have to go out, then." "No." "Well, look, I've got a perfectly good steak here and asparagus and olives and muffins and ice cream and stuff like that... what do you say?" "I mean, I'm very tired of eating out at all these restaurants around here all the time, aren't you?" "And you won't have to do anything." "I'll cook it all myself." "I'm a very good cook." "I'm practically a chef." "I need a couple of saucepans and a double boiler and Worcestershire sauce and muffin tins and... and, uh... well, to light the oven to 450." "Oh, and the ice cream... maybe it should go in the icebox right away." "It should go in there right now." "Oh, yes, sir." "The trick is to do these before you get comfortable." "All right." "Here, come on, you got to wear this." "How long do you expect to be in Scranton?" "Just one year." "Then Boston if I'm good enough." "You'll be good enough." "You think so?" "Well, sure." "You know, you can't just stand there and watch while I do dishes." "Okay." "Let's go." "Come on!" "Get over there!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Come on!" "Okay, Piersall, that's all." "That's all?" "Jimmy?" "What's the matter?" "Well, you saw me at the plate." "Well, you hit almost every one." "With no power, with nothing." "Aw, Jimmy, now are you or are you not the third leading batter in the league?" "What league?" "What league?" "!" "I've got to get out of the minors this year, Mary." "This year." "No more of this." "Well, I know it, but my goodness you have an off day, you'll get over it." "It's a double hitter tomorrow." "Pop's coming down." "It's the first time he's ever seen me play professional ball." "Listen, I'm in trouble, I'm in real trouble!" "Jimmy, your father knows baseball." "He knows how these things are." "He knows what it takes to make the big leagues and so do these guys." "Every week a fat report goes up to Boston how I'm running up bases how I'm feeling, how I'm hitting..." "There's only 15 games left, Mary." "I've got to make a showing or..." " Jim!" " Don't..." "Hi, Dad!" "Hey, everything under control?" "Sure." "How are you?" "Fine." "You look all right." "You look good." "Yeah, I feel good." "Well, I'm having a great year, Dad." "Yes, you are." "There's 15 games to go and I'm batting third in the league." "Well, that isn't first." "Mary..." "I'd like you to meet my dad." "Give me that beautiful cup." "Oh, look at that baby." "Oh, baby, I love it." "I love it." "Jim, Jim, look, you got a telegram." "Wow, look at that." "Come on, what do you say?" "What's the matter, Jimmy?" "What's wrong, Jim?" "I wish I didn't have to go home tomorrow." "I-I-I wish we had more time to think things out." "There's time." "Listen, you... you don't want to be tied down to a ballplayer all your life living in trains and hotels;" "no, you don't." "It doesn't make any difference." "There's no security in it and-and... one bad year and I'd be out of it." "You'd do something else for a while." "Well, there's a great career waiting for me loading freight cars for the international... but I..." "I can't do anything." "I don't know how to do anything else." "You're going to make the Red Sox." "Mary, you don't understand, the competition is terrific." "You're terrific." "I've got my folks to support." "If I got married, I'd have to live with them." "That would mean four people living in that house." "It wasn't even big enough for three." "It's not possible." "It's impossible." "I have to go in now." "Mary." "I don't care what happens, I love you, Mary." " Oh, Jimmy, I love you!" " You know I love you." "Let's get married." "Let's go back to Waterbury and get married, okay?" "Okay?" " Yes." " Right now." "But I-I can't just walk out on my job here." "Why not?" "You talk to them, you can do it." "Just talk to them." "All right, I'll, I'll ask the head nurse tonight." " I'll wait." " Oh, no, it may take a while." "I'll call you." "No, I'll wait right here." "You go ahead." "Well, maybe you'd better go back to the hotel and I'll call you there." " You promise?" " Yes." "Oh!" "Hey, Jimmy!" "Come on, the old ball game." "Just what we need, a center fielder." "No, no, no, I got..." "Come on, Jimmy." " No, I got to get upstairs." " Come on." "I got a phone call coming, please." " Phone call." " Come on, Jimmy, come on, Jimmy." "Play a little ball, will you?" "Foul ball!" "The weatherman says tomorrow will be fair and slightly warmer with probable evening showers." "We now bring you Hal Morrison's sports review." "Good evening, fans." "With no ball game scheduled today in the majors the rival manager spent the time juggling their lineups for the crucial games ahead." "Locally, the whole town is talking about Jim Piersall a flashy, young outfielder of our pennant-winning Scranton Club." "Bug-eyed Piersall fans are boosting him as a hot major-league prospect." "Some are even comparing him to the immortals of yesteryear." "Now let's get a few things straight, folks in all this hullabaloo." "Young Piersall has had just one simple..." "Hey, uh..." "Scranton is a long, long way from Fenway Park..." "Will you turn that down in there, please!" "More than one rookie has flashed like a comet in the minors." "Uh... your radio's on awfully loud!" "Will Jim Piersall make the Red Sox?" "Uh, turn it down!" "Has he the wrist power, the stamina..." "Your radio's on a little bit loud in there, you know!" "Here's my prediction..." "Turn it off, will you please?" "...will not be wearing the major-league uniform." "Turn it..." "Turn it off!" "Hello?" "Hello, darling." "It's all fixed." "I can go with you tomorrow." "That's great." "It's 25 minutes since we became engaged." "You love me?" "I love you, Mary." "I love you, Jimmy." "I love you, Mary." "I love you." "Get up." "Oh, Jimmy..." "You know?" "Jimmy..." "Why, you got to, that's all." "I can't." "No, no, you have to." "Jimmy, why, why, why does breakfast have to be at 7:00?" "Well, it just does, so come on, get up, okay?" "Oh, Jimmy, I can't." "You can't?" "Please." " You just..." " Oh, please..." "You just stay there." "I'll tell you what, you stay there and, uh... and I'll bring you some breakfast in bed, all right?" "How would that be?" "Oh..." "On a tray?" "Marvelous." "On a tray?" "Yes." "What would you like to have most?" " Oh, wh-what..." " Most of all." "What are you doing?" "!" "Oh, Jimmy!" "The ice, no!" "Oh... oh, oh, oh!" "That's not funny." " Is it cold?" " Oh, God, ice." "Oh, it's freezing!" "Oh!" "Hey, let go of the arm, will you?" "I'm going to need that in a couple of months, please." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, all right, then." "All right, all right." "You can tell me what team you're going to be with and I might mail it to you." "Oh!" "Okay, if it isn't Boston, don't bother." "Oh!" "Ugh!" "Ugh." "Ugh!" "Really!" "Really!" "Oh..." "Um..." "You know, we need traffic lights already and I have to know what we're gonna do when the baby comes." "Find a bigger house." "Mmm... oh..." "You cold?" "I think it's kind of cozy like this, don't you?" "Oh, the ice." "Ah..." "You warming up in there?" "No." "All right." "Okay." "Dirty trick." "Shh." "Ready?" "Yes." "Oh..." "Good morning." "Good morning!" "Your son put an entire window sill filled with snow down my back." " Oh, Jimmy!" " Yes, he did." "I'll take him over my knee." "We missed the boat, Jim." "We didn't make it." ""No trip to the majors for Jim Piersall."" ""The Boston Red Sox have decided the outfield flash isn't ready for the big leagues yet."" ""He'll be sent down to Louisville next spring for further training."" "Well, what do they want, Dad?" "I was the best fielder in the league:" "I stole bases, I scored runs." "What do they want from me?" "What you didn't give them:" "Hitting." "That's what they want." ""What do they want from me?"" "A man can rot in the minors." "Jimmy, Jimmy, it's not the end of the world." "It's another year." "Jim..." "Come on, sit down." "Feeding time." "Sit down, come on." "Fine little girl, Jim." "Six pounds, eight ounces." "Well, how's Mary?" "Okay, she's okay." "Well, why can't I go in there?" "You'll be in soon." "Your mom's with her now." "Well, uh... you know how I feel, don't you, Jim?" "Thanks, Dad." "How did you make out after the fifth?" "I got my hit in the seventh." "Great." "That's fine, great, great." "That makes 15 straight days in a row." "We're going to double it." "Come on in." "Hello, Daddy." "Are you okay?" "Yes." "Look." "Well, she's beautiful." "Isn't she, Dad?" "You're a lucky boy, Jim." "And you've got to give her the best." "Jimmy, you really think she's beautiful?" "Yeah." "She's pretty small." "You'd be surprised how those small ones can fill up a room once they start crawling around." "You know what we need is a new house." "I mean, a... a place she can really grow up in... with rooms for everybody." "What do you think, Mary?" "I think it would be wonderful, but we can't afford it." "Sure we can." "Look at the way I'm hitting." "I got the whole league on the run." "I'm going to make the majors..." "I can't miss." "Why shouldn't we live in a nice place?" "Well, why shouldn't we have a nice place?" "We're going to have a nice place." "Jim's right." "The way we're going it's about time we got out of that dump." "Sorry, folks." "My girl needs her beauty sleep." "Oh..." "Well, see you in the morning, dear." "Bye." "I'll see you in the car." "Jimmy..." "Are you really serious about getting a house?" "Sure I am." "I've never been more serious in my life." "You-you just hurry up and get out of the hospital and get back up to Waterbury and find one, okay?" "Okay." "And I'll keep on hitting, okay?" "Okay." "Jim!" "Hi, Dad." "Jimbo..." "Great season." "Hey, you look wonderful." "Oh... where's Mary?" "She has a meeting with a contractor." "Wait till you see the new house, Jim... real high class." "We're moving in tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" "Uh-huh." "Have you heard from Boston?" "You will." "Reporters." "Come on..." "I'll introduce you." "Ed Slate from The Sentinel." "Hello, Jim." "Hank Gibbons from the Danbury Globe." "Okay, fellows, start pitching." "Say, what's the story about Boston, Jim?" "Are you going up there next season?" "Well, I guess you'll have to ask Mr. Cronin that." "Buying a house, aren't you?" "Does that mean you're set with the Red Sox?" "Papers up there say the Sox would like to have you if you can hit the big-league pitching." "Well, it'd be a lot tougher, okay..." "We can out-hit anybody in the league." "Lots of stars in that Sox outfield." "We can outplay anybody in the business and I don't care who it is." "The boy's had a long trip, Slate." "You've got your story, right, Jim?" "Thanks, Jim, very much." "Good bye, Mr. Piersall." "Thanks for coming." "Thanks for calling us." "We're on our way, Jim." "Come on, you want to drive?" "No, you drive." "I'll take you to the new house." "You'll like that." "Oh, no, Dad." "Uh..." "Let's go home." "I want to see Mary." "I want you to see Eileen." "Mary?" "Yes?" "Listen..." "Finally, finally." "I've got to finish packing." "Jimmy..." "I bought a new high chair today for Eileen." "As soon as we move in, I thought I'd put it" "Mary, Mary... right in the room that's going to be hers." "What?" "We're not moving in." "What?" "We're not taking the house." "What happened?" "I don't understand." "What happened?" "It's too expensive." "I thought it was a bargain." "Uh, yes... uh... but it's too much." "Jimmy, what's the matter?" "Nothing." "Jimmy, please, Jimmy." "I know something's wrong." "Now, please tell me." "Jimmy..." "Jimmy..." "I'm sorry." "I can't." "It's his nerves." "That's what it is:" "Nerves." "He'll be all right the minute he hears from Boston." "Good morning, gentlemen." "Morning..." "Honey, can I get a spring training roster?" "Here." "I'll write you from Florida." "Send Piersall in." "Mr. Cronin will see you now." "Hello, Jim." "How's the boy?" "Fine, Mr. Cronin." "Good." "Sit down." "Have a good winter?" "Yes, sir." "Keep in shape?" "Yeah." "Yes, sir." "Jim, we want you to start the season with the Sox." "Mr. Cronin..." "ever since I was a kid" "I've wanted to play in the Red Sox outfield." "You ever think about the infield?" "No." "We got a big hole at shortstop, Jim." "With your speed and your arm, you could fill it." "And as an infielder you wouldn't be expected to hit so hard." "You know, the pressure would be off." "What do you say?" "Uh..." "I don't know." "I do." "You can do it." "Um..." "I've-I've been trained for the outfield." "And..." "I've never played shortstop and I don't know anything about it." "We'll have you in the Red Sox lineup opening day." "Hmm?" "Now Monday, you'll leave for Florida." "Arrange transportation for Piersall to Sarasota." "Yes, sir." "Um, Mr. Cronin..." "Hmm?" "You mind if I call my father first?" "Oh, sure, Jim." "Here you go." "Uh, Waterbury, Connecticut, 2095J." "Glad this spot opened up for you, Jim because we want you with us." "We're loaded with outfielders." "You'll do okay at short." "You'll pick it up in no time." "Be out in a minute, boys." "Hello, Dad." "Jim." "It looks like I'm going to make the Red Sox, Dad." "We finally made it." "We made it, Jim..." "Great... that's great." "Great, Jim, great." "Now listen, Dad, they want to put me at shortstop." "Shortstop?" "Hello?" "Jim..." "Yeah, Mr. Cronin says they've got an opening for me there." "We made it, Jim." "We made it." "Short, outfield, what's the difference?" "It needs a little work, that's all." "Just a little hard work, Jim." "Come home fast... next train." "Okay." "Jimmy." "You made it." "Oh, Jimmy, where have you been?" "We've been worried sick." "What took so long?" "Where's Dad?" "He's at the bus station." "We were waiting all afternoon and he went down there to see if he could find you." "What happened?" "Listen, listen." "I went to Boston." "Yes, yes." "They don't want me there." "What?" "They... they..." "who doesn't?" "No, they don't want me there." "Who doesn't, Jim?" "Cronin and the Red Sox, they..." "Mary?" "They want to get rid of me." "Oh, Jimmy..." "Yes, they do." "They're trying to put me at shortstop and I can't play it." "I can't play it." "Oh, Jimmy, no, no, no, no." "I can't play that." "I don't want to go to spring training." "I don't want to go there." "All right..." "all right then." "You don't have to go." "I don't have to go, do I?" "No, no, you don't." "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." "I don't want to be hurt." "Okay, Jimmy, you don't have to go there." "I don't want to be hurt." "Mary?" "Jim!" "Oh, Dad, Dad..." "he's sick and we've got to get him to a doctor." "Well, I just talked to him this afternoon." "How can he be sick?" "Oh, Dad, Dad, he doesn't even want to go down to spring training." "He doesn't." "Jim!" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Jim?" "What are you doing here?" "What's this I hear about you not going down to spring training?" "Is that right, Jim?" "That doesn't sound like you." "We don't go in for that kind of stuff, do we?" "Now, it's no time to get cold feet." "Well, sure, they put you in the infield so you'll have to work a little harder, so what?" "You're making the majors, Jim." "That's what counts." "What have we been fighting for and scraping for all these years?" "And what have we been pouring our blood into?" "Oh, Jim." "Now... boy, this is no time to buckle up." "You want them to call you yellow?" "Well, if that's what you want you're no son of mine then." "Now you promise me you'll be on that train tomorrow." "Come on, Jim, promise me." "I'm waiting, Jim." "Okay." "I'll go." "Oh, now, that's more like it." "For a minute there, you know" "I thought you were going to ditch everything." "Fine thing, trying to put a scare into your old man." "That's not good enough, that's not hard enough..." "Take it easy!" "You take it easy." "Come on, throw harder, throw harder." "Show me more." "We've got games to win." "Take a break now, huh, Jimmy?" "No, I..." "I..." "Cool off, huh?" "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir..." "yes, sir." "Gotta work!" "Gotta work!" "Gotta work..." "gotta work." "The Boston Red Sox Baseball Club of the American League welcomes you to Fenway Park for this season's opening game with the Chicago White Sox." "This is the first of a four-game series." "Play ball!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..." "Can you see me back there?" "Can you see me standing back there?" "What do you think we're playing here, high school ball?" "Huh, huh?" "Keep your eye on me, mister." "Knock it off." "Let's play ball!" "Watch 'em play, will ya?" "Come on, come here!" "Come here, you're up!" "Boy, we need a hit, man, and you've got to get it!" "You haven't had one for four days." "You've got to get one now, okay!" "Huh, you're going to get a hit?" "You're going to get one?" "I'll get my hit, kid;" "you get yours." "Okay, go get it." "That's all I'm asking." "Aw, shut up." "Jimmy!" "I said, break it up!" "I won't stand for this kind of fighting." "You're up." "You end in the dugout, Jim." "You're benched for the day." "You can't bench me, Mr. Cronin." "I said you're benched." "You're out of the game." "You're suspended, Piersall." "As of right now, you're suspended." "Now get to the showers." "Jimmy?" "Mary." "Wha?" "Well, now, w-w-what are you doing here?" "I wanted to see you." "Well, how come?" "I just wanted to see you." "Are you all right?" "Sure I'm all right." "I'm fine." "I'm fine." "You were there today?" "Yes." "See what he did to me?" "That Cronin suspending, suspending me kicking me off the team for two weeks." "I'm the one player on that team that plays to win games." "I play to win games." "He won't let me play." " Oh, Jimmy." " He won't let me play." "Jimmy... maybe you should take a rest for a while." "Don't you turn against me, Mary." "Don't turn against me." "I won't lift the suspension until Jim's ready to settle down." "He'll settle down, Mr. Cronin if you put him in the outfield." "You put him in the outfield where he knows everything and I'll..." "listen, I'll guarantee you he'll play a whale of a game." "I guarantee that." "What do you say, Jim?" "You ready to cut out the yelling and play ball?" "Well, you heard Mr. Cronin." "Yes, sir." "...will be starting in center field." "In right field for Boston..." "Jim Piersall." "Jim!" "Jim." "Now you show them, Jim." "Don't let me down." "I said you were at bat, Jim." "Let's go, huh?" "You can do it." "Come on, Jim, you can do it." "Use your head, Jim." "You can do it!" "We're with you, Jim." "Come on, Jimmy, show them how." "Come on, Jimmy, boy!" "Show them, Jimmy!" "Strike!" "Come on, Jim, let's go!" "Ball!" "Strike!" "Come on there, Jimmy!" "All the way!" "All the way!" "All the way!" "All the way!" "All the way!" "All the way!" "How was that?" "How was it?" "Was it good enough?" "Get in the dugout." "Did I show them?" "Get in the dugout, Jim!" "Answer me, Pop, did I show them?" "I showed 'em." "I showed 'em." "Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, I showed them." "Pop..." "Pop..." "Pop..." "Was that good enough?" "Was that good enough for you?" "Come on." "Let's go." "Don't let them take me!" "Oh, God!" "I don't want to go!" "No!" "Come on." "I don't want to go!" "Jimmy, let's go!" "Come on!" "Don't hurt him!" "Don't..." "Jimmy!" "Jimmy!" "Jimmy!" "Let me out there!" "I'm Piersall!" "Get away!" "Get away!" "I'm Piersall!" "Jimmy!" "Jimmy!" "Jimmy!" "I want to play!" "Let him go!" "Don't hurt him!" "Don't hurt him!" "Let me play!" "Ticket these for Piersall." " Mr. Piersall..." " Yes." "I'm Dr. Brown." "I'll be taking care of Jim." "Now where is he?" "Can I see him?" "Your son's a pretty sick boy." "He's had a breakdown, Mr. Piersall a mental breakdown." " Can I see him?" " No." "Just for a minute." "No, no, I'm sorry." "I suggest you go home." "I'll get in touch with you tomorrow." "We may have a clearer picture then." "Excuse me please." "Doc." "You handle Jim easy, won't you?" "I know." "Hello, Jim." "I'm a doctor, Jim." "I'm here to help you." "I'm going to give you something that'll make you relax and feel better." "Jim, Jim... first I want to take the straps off." "Would you like me to take the straps off, Jim?" "I want you to trust me, Jim." "I mean to help you." "I have a feeling we're going to be friends, Jim." "I want you to trust me." "You know, you've had a rough couple of hours." "Would you like to rest, Jim?" "Would you like to have some sleep?" "I can help..." "I can help you have some sleep, Jim." "Give me your arm, Jim." "I'm not going to hurt you." "Give me your arm." "I want to help you, Jimmy Piersall." "Can you hear me?" "Jimmy Piersall?" "You know that name, that's your name, Jim." "Jimmy Piersall... can you hear me?" "Jim?" "I got here as quickly as I could." "Thanks." "I'm sorry this couldn't wait." "Sit down." "I need your help." "What is it?" "We're not getting anywhere." "It's three weeks and I still haven't been able to make contact with Jim." "I tried almost everything and there's only one other possibility." "I need your consent for that... electroshock." "I can't even promise anything." "And I won't minimize the risk." "I can tell you if we don't, if we don't make contact with Jim soon he may withdraw so far he'll never be able to reach you." "That doesn't leave me much choice, does it?" "He may not recognize you, Mary." "Hello, Jimmy." "It's so good to see you." "Everybody sends their love to you." "Mom and Dad and Eileen." "You should see Eileen now." "She's walking, Jimmy." "We're all fine, Jimmy." "The Red Sox have taken care of everything for us." "And Mr. Cronin calls all the time to see how you are." "Mary." "Jimmy." "Oh, he wanted to get rid of me." "He, uh..." "Mr. Cronin wanted to hurt me." " He wanted to hurt me, didn't he?" " No." "Um, he wanted to... hurt me..." "Put me in here." "Oh, Mary, why did you let him put me in here?" "Oh, Jim... no!" "That was wrong." "That was wrong." "He shouldn't have done that to me, Mary." "You shouldn't have done that to me, Mary." "Mary, why did you put me in here?" "!" "M-M-Mary?" "Mary!" "Mary!" "M..." "Mary!" "I don't understand it." "I don't understand." "What's that, Jim?" "I don't understand the things I do." "Maybe I could help you understand if you want me to." "Hello, Jim Piersall." "How are you this morning?" "Getting used to these sessions?" "Got a letter." "Anything interesting?" "Yes, a picture of my baby, Eileen." "Pretty little thing, isn't she?" "You know, Jim, she's got your eyes." "My wife says she has my appetite." "I bet her grandma takes good care of that." "Quite a cook your mom, isn't she?" "Oh, yeah." "I remember when I was a kid" "I couldn't get home from school fast enough." "Pretty good pals, you and your ma?" "Oh, we were a regular team." "We did laundry and, uh... and, uh, I'd pour the hot water over it, and..." "I remember once when I was a kid..." "Uh, she was away a lot..." "And then your father took care of you." "Yeah, well, we were a regular team, too." "We'd, uh, play baseball all the time." "You were happy with your father?" "Sure." "He's a wonderful man." "Well, when I won a big game or something nothing was too good for me." "How about when you lost?" "No, I didn't lose." "You mean you, you won every game you played?" "Well, no, I mean, you don't win every game." "I lost sometimes." "What happened then?" "What did they say, Mary?" "Can we see him?" "No." "Well, what are they doing to the boy?" "Why can't I see my own son?" "Dad, Dr. Brown is doing all he can." "We've got to go along with it." "There must be something I can do." "I know Jim." "He's up there alone, nothing but strangers." "Oh, Mary, if... if they'd just give me a minute with him" "I know I could help that boy." "Dad, we've got to leave that to Dr. Brown." "You know the rule in these sessions, Jim." "This time is yours." "You don't have to say a thing but if there's anything on your mind." "Look, uh, I like you, Doc but I don't think we're getting anywhere with this thing." "It's just going to be like last week and the week before." "Well, since we have to spend this hour together anyway, uh... how about watching the ball game?" "It's been a long time since you've seen a ball game, hasn't it, Jim?" "It's outside and high." "There's the ball going into right field, and it's... foul, by inches." "It's a long belt down the left-field line." "It's a hit!" "Come on, make your turn." "It's a stand-up double." "Oh, go to third." "He made it to second fine." "Yeah, but he should've gone all the way to third." "He played it safe." "Oh, Doc, don't make me laugh." "Say he made a mistake." "He made a mistake, he should've gone to third." "If I'd a done something like that" "I would've heard about it for days." "Dad would've made my life miserable." "How, Jim?" "Well, oh, Doc, he would've..." "I don't know not talk to me, something, I don't know." "That would've been pretty tough, huh?" "Yeah, but, he's my father and I wanted to do good for him." "I owe him something, don't I?" "You have a little girl, Jim." "Would you like her to grow up feeling she owed you something?" "Now, look, Doc, let me tell you something... let me get you something straight." "I love my dad." "He's the biggest thing in my life." "He taught me, and he straightened me out and he kept me in line." "If it hadn't been for him standing behind me and pushing me and driving me, I wouldn't be where I am today." "Hello, Doctor." "How are you, Mr. Piersall?" "Mary tells me that Jim is feeling better." "There's, there's been considerable improvement, yes." "Good." "Sit down." "Well, I, uh, I want to apologize for busting in on you this way." "And, uh, well, we appreciate everything you've done for Jim." "We appreciate it very much." "But now that the boy is feeling better isn't it about time he came home?" "Well, no." "It's not that simple." "Physically, Jim is getting back to normal but he's not nearly ready to go home." "When will he be ready?" "I can't tell." "Do you know what they're saying?" ""He'll never be ready." ""That mental institution looks like it'll be" "Jim Piersall's permanent address."" "That's not true." "Well, three million readers think it is." "Every day that you keep him in here it makes it a hundred times harder for him to come back." "Mr. Piersall, Jim has been sick." "Mental illness is no different from any other kind." "Try and tell that to the people outside!" "Dr. Brown, you let my boy come home!" "I'm sorry." "It's out of the question." "Jim is coming home, Doc even if I have to go to the papers and the ball club about it." "Mr. Piersall, Jim is my patient, my responsibility." "He's making progress here and I won't have that progress interrupted." "Why don't we go and ask Jim how he feels about it?" "Jim isn't ready to talk to you or even see you." "I'm sorry, Mr. Piersall." "It's me, Jim." "You know they tried to keep me out of here?" "Fat chance." "How are you, boy?" "You know, I..." "I was..." "I was just telling the doc what's the sense in hanging around here when you got a family can give you everything you need?" "Come on, Jim." "You stick around here and they'll make you an invalid for life." "We know that, don't we?" "You've got to fight this thing, Jim, just fight it." "Start feeling sorry for yourself and you're through." "You know that's what the sports writers are saying... that you're through?" "That you're washed up, you'll never play again." "You put your things together and go down there and tell that doc that we've got to get back so we can tell those wise guys we're not through." "We're not washed up!" "Oh, you just listen to me, Jim." "We can still make it." "No, Dad, um..." "it, uh, it won't it won't work anymore." "I..." "I can't make it." "It's all right, Jim, you're okay." "I'm trying, Dad." "I'm really trying, but it's very hard and it takes everything I got." "Jim, listen to me." "Dad, please." "Listen to me, now." "You've always listened to me, haven't you?" "Yeah." "Haven't you?" "All my life, I've been splitting my gut to please you and I never could." "No matter what I do, it's not enough." "Dad... you're killing me." "No, I'm..." "I'm trying to help you, Jim." "No, you're not!" "You don't care about me!" "You never gave a damn!" ""Win, Jimmy, win!"" "That's all you ever cared about." "And you're killing me." "You've been killing me for years." "Yes, you have, and it's too much!" "I can't give you any more!" "I've got nothing left to give!" "Now get out of here, Dad." "Get away from me." "Get away from me." "Go on." "Get away from me." "Get away from me." "Get out!" "Get that guy out of here!" "Get him out!" "Jim, Jim, Jim." "I wanted to kill him." "But you didn't, Jimmy." "Everyone... all of us, we have irrational impulses." "It takes a sane man to control them." "Help... me." "Help me." "Help me." "All right, Jimmy..." "I'll..." "I'll try to help you." "You wanted to hurt your father." "There was a reason." "You know the reason." "Uh-uh... uh-uh." "You know the reason, Jim." "I wanted to s... tell him no..." "Tell him I couldn't..." "I couldn't do it." "Tell him I couldn't." "I wanted to say no for all the... every time... that he wanted me to do something and he wouldn't let me say no." "You couldn't satisfy that man." "I couldn't satisfy him." "He wanted good things for me." "Big league baseball, big money." "It was for me he wanted that." "He's a good man, Doc." "Yes, he is." "He didn't want to hurt me." "No." "Jimmy, your..." "your father had his dreams." "He wanted you to make them come true." "But it didn't work." "It never does." "You had dreams of your own and needs of your own." "You couldn't go on living out someone else's dreams." "I can't ever see him again." "What'll I ever say to him?" "When you're ready to see him, you'll know what to say." "What about baseball?" "What'll I do?" "Well, that's up to you, Jimmy." "Do you want to be a ballplayer?" "Huh?" "Is that what you want, to be a ballplayer?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "But I don't know if I can." "There's..." "Everybody... knows about me." "Where I've been." "He's right down there." "You sure it's okay?" "Jim wants to see you, Mr. Piersall." "He asked for you." "Mary." "Hi, Dad." "Hello, son." "You have a good trip up?" "Fine, fine." "How's the family?" "Okay." "Fine, fine." "I'm trying to get back into shape." "It's, uh, pretty tough." "Dr. Brown..." "Dr. Brown comes out sometimes." "We throw it around a bit." "You think I'm out of shape, you should see him." "Just stay well, Jim." "You know, I was thinking, uh... it might be good to take another try at the Red Sox outfield." "Even if I don't make it." "I might not make it." "Opening day next spring he wants to be in Fenway Park." "It won't be easy." "Good crowd out there." "Yeah." "Good luck, Jim." "Jimmy." "Hi!" "Jimmy." "Oh, Jimmy, don't go out there today." "Oh, you're scared." "Yes." "Well, uh, I'm scared too." "Oh, Mary, I love you." "You don't know how much I love you." "Look, uh..." "I know it's not going to be easy out there but I..." "I want to." "I want to play." "So?" "Huh?" "So go ahead."