完美比赛 The Perfect Game(2009)【完整台词】

Side is out.

Top of the sixth,

Monterrey still down by two.

Three more outs, and Monterrey

Industrials will be going home.

Safe!

Safe!

Boy have the tables turned,

three more outs and it'll be the

Mexico City All Stars going home.

Hey!

You're out!

Two outs, and Veragosa

is Mexico City's last hope, he

swings, he hits a high pop up.

No. I got it.

And Monterrey Industrial

wins their first game by 7 runs!

Now we play for Mexico.

We'll make your team proud.

Okay, then do it.

Mexico All Stars!

We are the Monterrey

Industrials! Viva Mexico!

It's a good thing

they're celebrating today,

because tomorrow they're

gonna face our Texas boys,

for some real

American baseball.

Alright, we got

a big game tomorrow.

I want you boys to rest

up, get plenty of sleep.

Oh, when did

this happen?

Last Saturday. On the

field, I stepped on a glass.

Oh! Does it hurt?

Yes.

Why didn't you

tell anybody?

I was afraid you

wouldn't let me come.

You're not going to be

able to play on this foot.

Then I will play

on the other.

You'll play on the other.

It's okay, Norberto.

You'll be all right.

In case you

wondered what those things are

that I lugged from Monterrey,

they're called bats.

And if you want to put

numbers on that scoreboard,

these are your tools. Time

for some hitting drills.

Mr. Faz, the game is in one hour.

Well what a perfect time then. Come on.

Batting practice?

Who do y'all think you're

messing with here, huh?

Disinterested. No opinion.

Don't care. Request denied.

Denied.

One more sec. Mac.

May provoke a nuclear

arms race in space.

Arms race in space?

Come on, Frankie. What's

next? Men on the moon?

It's good stuff, Mac.

Besides, it's my day off.

Yeah about that, I need you

to cover a Little League game.

Our team's got a chance

at the tournament.

A kid's baseball game? No.

Riley's your sports writer.

His wife's

expecting any minute.

Well what

about Hayne?

Got him working on the

Governor Daniels story.

Well, you got plenty of other

men on your staff, don't you?

I hear you know more about

the game than any of them.

Ain't you named

after a ballplayer?

I hate baseball.

What are you,

some kind of communist?

Yeah, you got me, that's why I

work here for next to nothing.

Hm.

Fine. What's so

important about this game?

We got some boys

come up from Mexico

thought we'd play the

invasion angle, you know,

our boys defending what

their Granddaddy's fought for.

And what if

the Mexicans win?

ain't gonna to score a single run.

I did not study journalism to get

stuck on this back page assignment.

I'm not doing it,

and that's final.

That's fine, not everybody

is cut out for the Gazette.

Why don't you run out and get yourself

an apron, maybe, find a husband.

You know, you say that one more

time, I will punch you in the nose.

It's been awhile

since I fought a woman.

We're not in the same

weight class, I don't think.

3 o'clock.

McAllen field!

I take that as a yes?

Well, at least we know they

didn't bring any ringers.

Heck, they don't look

but nine or ten.

Hey guys,

see this thing!

Hey, come on, Jake,

give it back.

What do

you care?

There now, boys.

Sportsmanship. Come on.

Come on, get in there.

Let's go.

Remember, you're

the pitcher.

Birds and sky, the waters and

rivers, even the sun is going to wait,

'till you're ready,

understand?

Okay, Mr. Faz.

You can

do this, Koufax.

We're ready to get started

here on field one as Bobby Lampkin

will lead things off for McAllen

against Monterrey's Angel Macias.

Come on there, Billy!

Strike!

That's all right.

That's only one strike.

Let's go, Billy!

Strike three!

That's only

one out.

Strike three!

Strike three!

Side out.

That's all right! That's

only one inning boys!

Come on boys, let's

get this one! Let's go!

Come on, boys.

They scored a run.

They scored again.

Well I'll tell you, these

Mexicans may have rolled all over the grass,

but they sure ain't

rolling over on the field.

Oh, tell me they're going

to stop scoring runs.

Don't worry.

Ain't no Mexican team