完美比赛 The Perfect Game(2009)【完整台词】

You're late.

The game went

into extra innings.

No. You're not on time

for dinner, you don't eat.

You got

chores to do.

Tonight you can

clean out the corral.

It's too filthy,

even for a pig.

Umberto.

When I was his age, I had to

help put food on the table.

Go!

You're not going

to find answers in there.

Where then?

God.

God took my son.

He sacrificed his

only son! We have Angel!

Angel will never be

the son that Pedro was. Never.

Angel?

Pedrol Pedrol

Pedrol

What are you doing?

I'm Sandy Koufax.

The pitcher.

Well, Koufax,

you just ruined

my siesta.

Koufax is a lefty.

And Jewish.

Yes. Yes. I'm Jew...

I'm Ju... Je...

Whatever you said.

Well, it hasn't

improved your aim any.

What do you know?

Hey.

Hey, where'd you get this?

It... It's from God.

You best take

care of that.

Can I touch it?

Yes, of

course you can touch it.

It's heavier than I thought.

Let me see.

Whoa.

It's like

a woman's skin.

Father. What does it mean?

It means God wants

us to play baseball.

Angel.

That's what

I think it means.

Me, too.

What happens

when we lose this one?

Is God going to drop

another one from the sky?

He's God. He can do anything.

Father, what

does it say?

It says it

belonged to a saint.

Wow.

Angel,

maybe next time you can

ask him to give us a bat!

You again.

Want to have a catch?

No.

Okay, I guess

I'll just

have to practice

everyday by myself.

Every single day,

right here!

Everyday!

All right.

Just this once.

Then you have to promise me you're

going to pitch somewhere else, agreed?

Wow. Who taught

you to pitch?

Cardinals.

In the Basilica?

Saint Louis.

The Saint Louis

Cardinals?

That's right.

You played

in the Majors?

Well, sorta,

I... I coached.

I'm a Dodger fan.

Yeah, you're

Sandy Koufax.

Quiet! There she is!

My girlfriend.

Oh yeah? Then go talk to her.

Yeah.

I have to wait

for the right moment.

How about now?

Enrique, catch!

Oops. A little help, please!

Hi, Gloria,

such a surprise!

What is this?

I... I... It's a baseball.

A real one!

Are these

your friends?

We are his teammates!

Yeah, we're

a real baseball team.

Best in Monterrey!

You know, they told me Monterrey had

the most beautiful girls in Mexico.

Too bad for you, we're

on our way to America.

Yeah, too bad.

So Gloria, I was thinking,

I could, walk you home or something?!

Sorry, my father

picks me up.

Ooh! Popped up

to the catcher.

How embarrassing.

Who do you

think you are?

We're the

Mexico City All Stars.

Can you read?

Sons of gringo

businessmen!

Why don't you play

with Mexicans?

With babies,

like you?

Who are you

calling 'babies'? Dummy.

Come on, guys.

I'll never

get Gloria.

You're not worth getting

dirty over. We're going to America.

America.

Father.

Sorry, but we need to make the team now.

Angel, what

is the hurry?

We're 12. See, we can't

play in the league next year.

Hmm. I see.

Well then, you'll

need a coach.

You could

be our coach!

No, not me.

Please.

You need somebody who knows

the game, not just stick ball.

I don't know anybody

like that in Monterrey.

I do.

What now?

We are making

a Little League team!

Who's we?

My friends

and Father Esteban.

You can meet

him tomorrow at Mass.