Back in the Game (2013–2014): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

A comedy about a newly divorced, single mother, who has to move back home to live with her ex-minor league baseball manager father.

What are you doing out here?

You promised yourself
you'd never let baseball

into your life again.

Come on, dad, hit it out
and send these freaks home.

I'm gonna take you so deep,

you're gonna be makin' me breakfast, baby.

Today is a great day. Isn't it a great day?

You're gonna be so good, I can feel it.

So, baseball, huh? Hold on.

Was it him?

Did my father,
sir drinks-a-lot



get in your ear and tell you
that you have to play baseball?

Because you do not have to play.

Unless you really want to.

Mom, the Cannon didn't say a word.

You wanna know the reason?

It's her.

Oh! She go to your new school?

Yep. Vanessa. And she digs ball players.

You're doing all this for a girl?

And I know you have problems
with the Cannon and baseball,

- but things will be okay.
- Things are gonna be great.

I got a couple of job interviews lined up,

and we'll be out of his house in no time.

Good, 'cause it smells like
a hot van full of monkey ass.



If you're trying out,
please report to the field.

Okay, buddy, that's you.

Now you go out there and just have fun.

Come here, kiddo.

Now listen to me.

When you get your shot at the
bench, fire it as hard as you can,

and hit that first kid
right square in the face.

You got it? You'll scare
the crap out of all of 'em.

No, no. No, let's not
hit any kids in the face.

- Okay, go have fun, bud. Go.
- Yo.

Don't do that.

Why not?

Remember when you hit that
kid in the side of the head?

They had to put one of them
giant Frankenstein shoes on him

- so he could get his balance back.
- I was nine.

I threw that pitch because you
promised me ice cream and a pony.

How big a sucker could you be? How big?

Where hell was I gonna get a pony?

I do remember that you threw
six perfect games that year,

and we went to the championships.

Yep, and I remember you peeing on
home plate in protest after we lost.

The guy was out by ten feet.

- And that's the way I protest.
- Exactly.

Sane people argue that call.

They don't pull out their
junk in front of little kids.

He was out.

What don't you get?

- Hi.
- Hello.

How are you?

Come on, buddy, you can
do this. You can do this.

Kid stinks. You stink!

Throw it overhand, throw it overhand.

He's gonna be fine.

Here.

Go ahead, it's just Tequila.

Usually I'm a scotch girl.

Oh, scotch. I've got scotch. Rocks?

- No, thank you.
- Okay.

- Hello there. I'm Lulu.
- Hi. I'm Terry.

My boy and I just moved here from Michigan.

Oh, I love Canada!

- It's not in...
- I love it.

- So which one's yours?
- Oh, um, him over there.

- That's Michael.
- Is he dancing?

- Yes, he's so gay.
- Ball.

- Just like his father.
- Your husband's gay?

Dead. Died. Behind me.

Yeah, produced movies, left
me millions, silver lining.

So anyway, tell me about you.

Oh, well, let's see. Messy
divorce. Lost everything.

Living with my father who
crippled me emotionally.

Silver lining.

You're funny. Okay, look.

Here's the D.L.

So they are the smarmy army.

The one in blue is Dick Slingbaugh.

League president, recently divorced.

Rumor has it he's carrying
quite the bat down there.

Old hickory, I call... they... call it.

- Like the bat.
- Yeah.

Oh, darling, look, your boy, he's up.

Oh, come on, catch it!

Wow, that kid screams single mom.

Wish I was 12 so I could punch that kid.

Come on, guys, we're here
to build these kids up,

- not tear 'em down.
- Shut up, Stan. Don't make me use my belt.

What kind of a parent lets
their kid come out here

and embarrass himself like that?

The only thing that kid's
gonna catch is a beating.

Who threw that? Was that you, freckles?

You have issues.

We're gonna be great friends.

Hey, um, empty.

What am I doing?

I am not your ten-year-old
waitress anymore.

Get it yourself.

Would you close your
eyes for a minute, please?

No. Last time I closed
my eyes, you farted on me.

I am sitting down. Come on,
honey, just for a sec, please.

- Absolutely not.
- Close your eyes for a sec. Please.

- Okay, now what do you see?
- Nothing.

And that's exactly what you pay here.

So if you and the kid want
to continue living here,

you'll start bein' a little nicer to me.

What is that noise?

A raccoon got caught in
the wall a couple weeks ago.

- Probably not dead yet.
- Okay. Where's Danny?

Who?

Hey, buddy, what you doing?

Well, the Cannon said that I
have to throw 1,000 of these,

- or we can't live here.
- 1,000 throws?

I know you think you're trying
to help, but please don't.

First of all, get that
toilet thing outta my face.

Second of all, did you see that kid throw?

He's got an arm like a duck.

- Ducks don't have arms.
- Precisely my point.

Look, I can teach that kid some things.

Oh, no, no teaching.

No screwing him up like you did me.

- I screwed you up?
- Yeah.

How about when I got my first period?

- You told me to walk it off.
- There was no Internet then.

And then, after college, do you
remember what you said to me then?

Take the dog or he'll die.

After that.

You promised me you would see
every game I ever played in.

I would look up in the
stands, I never saw you once.

Danny is never going to feel that, okay?

The Gannon curse of being
a minor leaguer in life

will stop with him, I'll make sure of it.

That is fine.

Tell you what, go get Donny,
and I'll apologize to him.

- It's Danny.
- Whatever.

Go get the guy, go get him,

and I will apologize.

Hey. Hey!

You get back here.

Twenty bucks if you can nail him.

I told you he sucks.

Hey.

- You dropped this.
- Thanks.

- I'm Danny Gannon.
- You were at the baseball field the other day.

Yeah, I'm gonna be playing this year.

- Cool.
- You have ridiculously brown eyes.

She's mine. You don't ever
talk to her, you got it?

David, he's new. Leave him alone.

Did you know that bullying, at our age,

is linked to compensating
for a small penis?

Listen, freak, I see you around
here again, I'm gonna beat your ass.

And you know what? There's not a thing...

You stay away from her, and me.

- Weirdo.
- Why did you do that?

That kid's scared of me now.

He doesn't know why, but he is.

You're weird. I like that.

- See ya.
- Bye.

Raccoon, lunch.

Oh, oh. Come here a second.

What the heck happened to you?

I kissed a boy.

Here we go. You're not a
piccolo player, are you?

Cannon, I'm not gay.

A kid was picking on me,
so I thought kissing him

would freak him out and
throw him off his game.

Yeah, I get it.

- You do?
- Absolutely.

I once batted against Vida
Blue with my johnson out.

He walked me on four straight pitches.

- My kid punched me.
- Okay.

You get a pipe or a brick.

When the kid comes around the corner,

- you come out, and you crack him.
- No, no.

No bricks, no pipes. Hello.

A bag of nickels.

Let me see that.

It's gonna be okay. It's nothin'.

Go and get three cans of beer.

Put one of them cold ones
right on your eye, all right?

- What do I do with the other two?
- Hands.

No beer. Ice.

What's with the face?

Problem with the she-gina, somethin'...

That was someone from the league.

You didn't make the team.

- I'm really sorry, buddy.
- Well, that sucks.

Now how am I gonna impress Vanessa?

Maybe you stop kissin' boys.

Vanessa's just gonna
have to learn to love you

for your brilliant mind
and your boyish good looks.

Well, I'm screwed.

God, I feel so bad for him.

- You're full of crap.
- What?!

You're relieved.

Now you don't have any
reason to go to that field,

or be around that miserable game,

but that kid wants to be out there,

and you should fix it for him, okay?

Well, right now, I have a job interview,

so baseball will have to wait.

No problem. I will fix it.

I'm gonna go down to that
meeting they got tonight.

It's one of them, what do you call it?

A league orientation meeting,

which I will attend, and
I will speak for Donny.

No, no. You're not gonna go down there.

I will fix this.

And it's Danny.

I really wish we could've taken every kid,

but we just don't have the
equipment, the uniforms,

or a coach, so better luck next year.

- Go now. Go now. Now, now.
- Excuse me.

Who makes the final decision
about which kids make the league?

Uh, right here. This guy.

Well, I only ask because, in googling you,

I found out that you didn't even play

high school baseball.

Yeah, I, uh, pulled my groin
my junior year, then my...

Look, I don't have to do this. Look, lady,

I apologize if your kid
wasn't good enough to make it

ok? But this isn't soccer.

We don't give every kid a trophy here.

Besides, we don't have
the equipment or a coach.

So this little whatever this is, is over.

Uh, no, I'll pay for all the equipment.

Yeah, I'll pay for everything.

Mats, tights, sticks,
everything. The whole shebang.

Well, thank you for that, crazy spice.

But we still don't have a coach,

so is there anything else?

I didn't think so.

You know what?

I'll coach.

Wow, that's a cute idea.

But these kids need a man who
understands them and the game.

Well, unlike you, Dick,
I played in high school.

And then, I was an All-American
softball player in college,

so how about this? You and
me, on the field tomorrow.

I throw you one pitch.

You hit it, you will never
see me or my kid again.

But you miss it, I get to coach my kid,

and all the other kids who
didn't make your league.

Oi, oi, there's a bet on the table here.

So I think there's only one question left,

and that is, are you
man enough to take it...

Dick?

Oh, lady, I'm man enough
to take both of you on.

With 15 minutes in between.

Maybe 20.

But hey, maybe 25.

You got yourselves a bet.

Is that the kid that hit you?

- Yeah.
- Here's what I want you to do.

You take your lit cigarette, you
flick it over your shoulder, see,

just like that. You take this bat,

and you bash his knees in.

No. I'm not hitting a
kid, and I do not smoke.

What is wrong with you?

- Come on, dad.
- Shut up.

- That's my boy!
- He didn't hit it. We are a team!

Didn't hit it.

- I'm fine.
- See ya on the field, Dick.

Good job, Terry!

Hey, I'm sorry to bug you at home,

but I know you guys have practice tomorrow.

I wanted to get you your uniforms.

- You guys are gonna be the Angels.
- Great. How's the eye?

Oh, it doesn't hurt.
I haven't even iced it.

I'm sorry I threw at you, but
you were acting like a jackass.

No, hey, I get it.

It's just like the little
girls in the schoolyard

when they punch you in the arm
because they think you're hot.

- It's nothing like that.
- You know, I like your look.

A lot of girls have beauty,

but you're not concerned
about that. You have character.

- Character?
- Yeah.

It's like your clothes.

You don't care what anybody thinks.

And your hair. It's like you
were angry when you cut it.

This your house?

Maybe you should invite me
in sometime for some bugs.

- You see my car?
- I did.

Bet it's a real hooker magnet.

Well, look, I just wanted to,
uh, wish you guys good luck,

and the sling says good night.

"The Angles"?

What a douche.

I'm the one they call Dung.

We come from the same egg.

Fire is the only thing that loves me.

I suck.

♪ I'm on the right track,
baby, I was born this way ♪

Are you a lesbian? You look like a lesbian.

I killed a wolf.

Okay, uh, couple of things

I want us to focus on.

Number one, gotta wear your shoes.

- All the time.
- Even in the bathroom?

Two, and I can't believe I
even have to address this,

the cups you wear are not for drinking.

Then they should call them something else.

What is wrong with you guys?

These jerseys suck.

What the hell's an angle anyway?

I will tell you what the Angles are.

They're misfits.

They don't always fit in.

Just like all of us.

What a bunch of crap.

Hey, it's Santa.

Get the hell out of there.

What is this garbage
you're feedin' these kids?

"Oh, just try your best."

Look, tell them that
baseball is not just a game.

That it's life lessons.

Teach them what I taught you.

I am not doing this here.

Okay, so, baseball...

is...

Baseball is what?

Baseball is...

What is it? Come on.

It's okay, mom. Let it out.

I just let it out.

You wanna know what baseball really is?

Baseball is a little blonde girl

who loses her mother,

and has to go to Mexico with her father

to watch him coach, and then disappears,

so that she has to live
with the parrot mascot,

never knowing if he
was coming back for her.

- I told you, I was in jail.
- And baseball

is never going to the prom,

because the boy you like
mysteriously gets hit by a car

on the way to pick you up.

And baseball is marrying the man who cheats

with a dental hygienist
and blames it on you,

- because you wouldn't get a boob job.
- I like your boobs.

Thank you, Owen.

Well, if I did such a bad, bad job,

why did you come home?

And if baseball did all
that horrible stuff to you,

what the hell are you doin'
coaching? What's that about?

I am home because I didn't have a choice,

and I wanted something better for Danny.

I am coaching because
nobody wanted these kids.

And I know how that feels.

People... people are gonna call you

weird and creepy,

and foreign and gay... feminine, and...

Hey, don't forget fat.

That kid layin' there, that kid is fat.

Really?

So wouldn't it be great

if just one time,

you could take all of the insults,

and all of the bullying,

and you could just shove
it right up their butts?

Uh, I do. I wanna shove it up their butts.

Well, the good news is, I
can teach you how to do that,

right here on this field.

Now... Angles, are you with me?

Take the field.

Okay, Angles, let's get one.

Buddy? Hey, buddy, is your weiner okay?

Buddy.

You will lose every game.

- Mom?
- Back here, bud.

Uh, the Cannon wants to know
when dinner will be ready.

Hm. Tell him as soon as
I get my childhood back.

- Okay.
- No.

Stay out here and help me
look for my college mitt.

Mom, what are all these?

Oh, these are videos...

of all of my college games.

Um, hey, bud, why don't you go inside?

- I'll be right in, okay?
- All right.

That son of a bitch.

I could use some help with practice,

if you're up for it.

Yeah, okay. I could be manager.

No.

No, you'll help.

So...

Tuesdays at 4:00.

Good night, dad.

Good night, Terry.

Hey! Stop!

What the hell are you doing?

Let me tell you something, you geek.

Your kid touches my grandson one more time,

I'm not comin' back for him.

I'm comin' back to beat you
like a drum, you got that?

I don't have a kid.

Is this 4266 Somerset?

It's 4622.

Never mind.

I'm Terry, and I'm living with my
father who crippled me emotionally.

Hi. Hello.

Not you.

Terry and her dad...

You stink!

... are always striking out.

40 bucks if you can nail him.

I told you he sucks.

But this season...

I could use some help with practice.

No problem.

... they'll get a little coaching.

You couldn't manage a liquor store.

James Caan. Maggie
Lawson. Back in the Game.

Series premiere Wednesday September
25 after the middle on ABC.