♪ What would you do
if I sang out of tune? ♪
♪ Would you stand up
and walk out on me? ♪
♪ Lend me your ears,
and I'll sing you a song ♪
♪ I will try not to
sing out of key, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, baby, I get by ♪
- ♪ by with a little help
from my friends ♪
-♪ All I need is my buddies ♪
-♪ High with a little
help from my friends ♪
-♪ I'm sayin' I'm gonna get higher ♪ - ♪
try with a little help from my friends ♪
- ♪ Whoa-oa-oa-oa, yeah ♪
- ♪ ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
-♪ Said I don't know if
that's what I'm sure to do ♪
♪ Baby ♪
-♪ By with a little
help from my friends ♪
-♪ Said I'm gonna make
it with my friends ♪
-♪ By with a little
help from my friends ♪
-♪ Whoa, I'm gonna
keep on trying ♪
-♪ By with a little
help from my friends ♪
-♪ I'm gonna keep on trying ♪
-♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
-There's a dream that's
as old as natural grass
And nickel hot dogs
and being young.
-Branca throws.
There's a long drive.
It's gonna be, I believe...
The giants win the pennant!
The giants win the pennant!
The giants win the pennant!
The giants win the pennant!
-It's a dream
every kid shares...
The one big moment,
Hero time.
Of course, when you're 5,
That dream doesn't
seem out of reach.
Everyone plays the
game about the same...
Bad.
Still, for all your
shortcomings,
You've got the one
thing that matters most...
Potential.
Then, as springtime
rolls into fall
And little league gives
way to summer jobs,
Somehow... The dream
gets left behind...
For most of us, anyway.
-Hey, I might try out
for the team this year.
-Of course, there was the
occasional glaring exception.
-Paul, you're nuts.
You're gonna be up
against 9th-graders.
Only the best
guys make the team.
-Come on. You love baseball.
Wouldn't you like
to play on the team?
I mean, you hit
almost as good as I do.
-My mother hit
better than paul did.
-This isn't little league.
Some of these guys can
throw like 1,000 miles an hour.
-No duh!
-Still, the great thing
about my best friend
Was he never gave in to reality.
-Come on, kev. Think about it.
The smell of the grass,
The cr*ck of the
bat in your hands...
["Take me out to
the ballgame" plays]
The breeze blowing
in from the outfield...
The feeling you
get when the ball
Hits smack in the webbing!
The roar of the crowds,
the smell of the hot dogs!
Kevin, this is baseball!
Anything is possible!
-Aw, heck.
It wasn't up to me to
smash paul's dream.
-Excuse me.
-There were plenty of
other guys to do that.
-Thanks.
-Anything can happen.
-Well, I was his best friend,
And if he was determined
to go through with this,
There was only one
thing I could do...
-Stee-rike two!
- Watch him go down in flames.
-Lomax, you holding back?
-Coach baker... The guy
who made the decisions,
The guy who stood
between you and the dream,
The guy...
-You're throwing like a girl!
- Who called you a girl.
-Start following through!
Keep the ball down!
-It wasn't fair, really.
Those other guys
had skills paul didn't,
Like hand-eye coordination.
Somebody had to give
him a little support.
-Hey, paul.
Don't let him fool
you with his curve ball.
-That was his curve ball?
-Keep working on your stretch!
And don't forget
to follow through!
-Open your stance
up a little bit.
And don't crowd the plate.
And keep the bat up.
-Keep your kit down!
-Just try to get a piece of it.
-Okay, so maybe we had
separate agendas here.
But at least now
paul had a chance of...
-Strike three!
- Looking good
while he struck out.
-It's okay, pfeiffer.
That's the way
to stand in there.
-Well, at least he couldn't
say I hadn't warned him.
-Anybody else?
Come on. Let's get
another batter up here.
-Don't worry about it.
-I struck out.
-Hey, kid!
What's your name?
-Kevin arnold.
-Want to take an at-bat, arnold?
-No.
[Chuckling] no. No, thanks.
-Why not?
If you can hit half
as good as you coach,
We might be able to use you.
-No. I really didn't
come to try out, so...
-It's up to you.
I guess it's a lot easier
Staring at a fastball
behind the fence, huh?
-Well, I had a choice.
I could either stand here
And let this guy embarrass
me in front of everybody
Or...
I could do it myself.
After all, this
wasn't my tryout.
I was just gonna stand up
there and take three swings.
-Come on, now.
-Whoa!
Pick 'em up! Pick 'em up!
Pick 'em up!
[Indistinct shouting]
-Or maybe just one.
-Get the ball. Hurry!
-I can't believe this happened.
-[Sighs] me either.
-Man, first pitch
and you nailed it.
What a lucky hit.
-[Sighs] sure.
- He almost got it by you.
- I know.
-You swung so late, you
put it in the opposite field.
-Well, it was understandable.
What did I expect from paul...
Congratulations?
A candygram?
-Look, paul, it was
just a lucky hit, okay?
I mean, there's no
way I'm going back.
-And I wasn't.
Our long-standing friendship
Meant more to me than...
-Going back where?
-Baseball tryouts.
-Oh.
-But wait a minute.
Was that an actual glimmer
of interest in the old man's eye?
-You tried out for baseball?
Hmm.
-There's nothing quite
like the feeling you get
When your father "hmms"
at you with pride in his eyes.
-Well...
-No. He just made
this one lucky hit.
-It wasn't luck, paul.
-So much for
long-standing friendships.
I nailed it on the first pitch.
-Huh. So, you went
out for the team, huh?
-Not really. He just...
-Yeah, I did.
I thought I'd give it a sh*t.
-So... Did you make the team?
-Well, there are still
some more tryouts,
But the coach told me
to come back tomorrow.
-No kidding?
-Yep, when your dad
looked at you like that,
You felt like you
could do anything.
-Strike one!
-Well... Almost anything.
-Come on, arnold.
Nice, easy swing, just
like you did yesterday.
-Right.
Got it.
All right.
Nice, easy swing.
Just relax.
-Sure, relax.
Nothing on the line here, right?
Except...
-Come on, kev!
Give it a rip!
- My entire adolescent manhood.
Okay, the pressure was on.
But I was up to it.
-Strike two!
-Give it a little ride, kev!
-All I needed here was
a little concentration.
All I had to do
was make contact.
All I had to do was...
-Strike three!
- Whiff.
-All right, martin, you're up.
Come on.
Arnold, take over at second.
-Okay, then.
I'd have to hit the field
and try to save a little face.
-[Grunts]
-Or fall on it.
[Whistle blows]
-All right, let's
hit the showers.
Let's go! Let's go!
I'll have the list up
when you get out.
-And there you had it...
Time to face up to reality,
Take my medicine like a loser.
-Coach, uh...
-You made a couple of
good plays out there.
-What?
-Let's try to make a few
more tomorrow, okay?
- You made the cut?
- Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.
-I'd made the first cut.
Never mind I had no idea why.
-I didn't know they had
tryouts for batboys.
-Hey, knock it off.
Your brother did
good out there today.
- Really?
- Really?
-Coach says he has potential.
-Yeah, that must
be it... "Potential."
The magic word.
-Well, congratulations, honey.
-So, dad, you and coach
baker talked for a long time.
-Anything besides
"potential" come up?
-So, what'd he
say about me, dad?
-Don't leave anything out now...
Adjectives, superlatives.
-Oh, yeah.
Kevin's coach is ted baker.
- No!
- Mm-hmm.
-You know the coach?
-Yeah, we were in
the corps together.
-How interesting...
But back to the
old superlatives.
-How's his wife?
What was her name?
-Arlene.
You know, both his kids
are in college already.
- No!
- Mm-hmm.
-Fascinating, but what
did that have to do with me?
-Ted invited me
back for tomorrow.
-Whoops.
[Bat cracks]
Here's what it
had to do with me.
Errors, bobbles...
Humiliation.
Not that I didn't
have my moments.
It's just that my moments
seemed to interfere...
[Both laugh]
With their moments.
-Five errors.
-Six.
-Hey, there's always
tomorrow, guys.
-But I doubted it.
-Sorry, kid.
I had to cut you.
Better luck next time.
Arnold, I'll see you tomorrow.
-What was going on here?
It didn't add up.
Potential was one thing, but...
-Too bad my dad's not so
buddy-buddy with the coach.
- "Buddy-buddy with the coach"?
-Congratulations. Teddy
said you made the cut.
- "Teddy"?
-I found these out here.
You can take them back tomorrow.
-Okay.
-Come on. Toss me a couple.
-Dad...
-Come on. See if you get
one past your old man.
-Part of me wanted
to know the truth,
And part of me didn't.
-Okay, now. Give
me your best sh*t.
Teddy says your arm needs work.
Come on. No cream puffs!
-I didn't know what to think...
About dad and coach baker,
About making the cut,
About a childhood dream
that just days before
Had seemed to be in
the palm of my hand.
-Fire it in, now!
-All I knew was... I was
about to throw a baseball
Harder than I had ever
thrown one before in my life.
-[Grunts]
And what had been
in the palm of my hand
Was now out of the ballpark.
[Dog barking]
The cr*ck of the bat,
The smell of the grass,
The lingering suspicion
that something was rotten
In the state of
junior-high baseball.
As tryouts continued, I tried
to put all those thoughts...
-Hey, arnold!
- Behind me!
- Oh, come on, arnold!
- And concentrate
on the task at hand.
[Grunts]
But it seemed like the more I
concentrated, the worse I got.
-Arnold, will you quit
aiming for the moon?
-I'm not aiming for the moon.
I was aiming for anything.
-So, how'd it go at tryouts?
-Six errors, two strikeouts.
-Well, there's always next year.
-I made the cut.
[Cash register dings]
-Congratulations.
-This was getting
to be too much.
What I needed to do was just
sit down with my jell-o cubes,
My french fries...
And my girlfriend.
-Hi!
-Hi.
-What's wrong?
-Oh, it's nothing.
-Kevin, if something's
bothering you, maybe I can help.
-Well, maybe I should tell her.
If anyone would
understand, it would be winnie.
-Well... It's tryouts.
You see, I'm having
this problem...
-Uh-huh.
- And I can't figure it out.
I don't know what to do.
And I'm really trying hard,
You know, 'cause
it's important to me.
Do you understand anything
at all I'm saying, winnie?
-I do.
-Okay, this was what I needed...
A little dollop of
feminine sensitivity.
-Try choking up a little more.
And widen your stance.
That'll help you get
the bat around quicker,
And that way your
swing won't be so late
And you can meet the ball
out right over the plate.
-Great.
Everybody's an expert.
[Whistle blows]
Tryout day number 3.
Four strikeouts, five
errors, and what's worse...
-Congratulations, arnold.
You made the cut.
-Okay. This had gone far enough.
And now it was time
to find out why...
-Arnold.
- Without mincing words.
What time are tryouts tomorrow?
-Same time as every day.
-Right.
-Okay.
Enough chitchat.
Let's cut to the chase.
-Why do I keep making the cuts?
-I think I know what
you're getting at, arnold.
You've been making
a lot of errors.
And you haven't been handling
the bat the way you'd like.
And you're wondering
why I keep you around.
I think you and I know
the answer to that.
His name...
-Oh, no.
- Is charlie hustle.
-Huh?
-You got a lot of
desire, kid, a lot of heart.
That's one of the first
things I look for in a player.
-Really?
-You bet.
You can keep your hotshots
Who think somebody owes
them a starting position.
Just give me one guy
who loves the game,
One guy who plays his heart out,
One guy you can count on.
-One guy.
Could that be me?
Maybe I'd been all wrong.
Maybe I did have potential.
Maybe making the cuts
Hadn't had anything
at all to do with...
-You know your dad
saved my life in korea?
-Huh?
-Never told you, huh?
[Chuckles] doesn't surprise me.
Yeah.
Pulled me out of
the line of fire once.
There's nothing I
wouldn't do for that man.
[Bombs whistling]
[expl*si*n]
[Indistinct shouting]
You saved my life.
-Eh, forget it.
-No, I owe you, arnold.
Anything. Just name it.
-Well, you know,
someday I may have a son.
If you're ever in a position
to put him on a baseball team,
I'd really appreciate it.
-Consider it done.
-You know, in fact, it'd be nice
If he were a starter.
-Well, you know, I
can't promise anything.
-Look out!
[expl*si*n]
-[Sighs] starter it is.
-Yeah, and I'm sure he'd like to
play somewhere in the infield.
-Well, I don't know...
-Look out! Look out!
[g*nf*re]
-How about shortstop?
-Come on. Let's get
the hell out of here!
-It gave a whole new meaning
to the concept of w*r,
Knowing that millions of
brave men had gone off to fight
And save lives just
so their inept sons
Could play
junior-high-school baseball.
-Hey, you know,
I've been thinking...
This mitt of yours is
getting kind of ratty.
How'd you like to go
out and get a new one?
-A new mitt?
-Yeah. Why not?
-[Sighs] I don't
need a new mitt.
-Hey, wait till you get a whiff
Of that fresh, new
rawhide on your hand.
What do you say?
-Though moments like this
from my father were rare,
It wasn't hard to see
what he was feeling.
Unfortunately, I also
had an idea of why.
-There's no way I could break
it in in time for tomorrow.
-'Course not.
I just have a feeling you're
gonna need it after tomorrow.
-And there it was...
The smoking g*n,
The dead giveaway.
-We'll go down to
kel's sporting goods.
They must have a ton
in stock right now.
Come on. It'll be fun, kev.
Let's go.
-Look, I don't want a new mitt.
I can do fine with my own, okay?
-Let him get his own mitt.
I was sick of playing
someone else's game.
The only thing I
wanted was to prove
That I didn't need any favors,
that I deserved to be here.
I wanted to prove it to the
guys trying out, to the coach,
But most of all, I wanted
to prove it to myself.
-All right, so, let's go!
Let's look alive out there!
This is it! There's no tomorrow!
Show me what you got out there!
-All right, if I did
have anything to show,
I was gonna show it now.
[Indistinct shouting]
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Stee-rike one.
-Nice sh*t!
-Thanks.
-You bust one?
-Yeah.
-All right, come
and get a new one.
Let's go! Hustle!
-Why bother?
I could play as
bad as I wanted to.
I could strike out
nine times in a row.
I could try out for band
and still make this team.
-Hey, horton! Let's
look alive out there!
And, torchillo, you're
playing too deep in center!
-Baker's final cuts. I
didn't even have to look.
It was humiliating.
It was degrading.
I ought to cross
my name off that list.
-Come on, now. I want
to see some hustle!
-Except... I didn't have to.
-Hey, you!
-I'd been cut!
-Katt, move over there and
cover that line over there.
-It was unbelievable.
It was... Great!
It meant my dad hadn't
been pulling strings for me.
He'd just been pulling for me.
-Let's look alive out there!
-It meant I really
did have potential.
-Okay, now, batter up.
-As I stepped back
up to the plate,
All the cares, all the worries,
All the burdens I'd carried
around for the past few days
Just disappeared.
-All right, come on, arnold.
Give it a poke. Give it a ride.
-Suddenly, the outside
world fell away.
It was just me and baseball.
[Indistinct shouting]
-Come on, kevin. Give it a rip!
Let's go!
Come on, kev. Give it a rip!
-My moment had arrived.
-You can do it.
-And I knew what I had to do.
[Cheers and applause]
I'm not sure how I did it.
My memory begins at
the cr*ck of the bat
And the sight of
the ball rising.
-There's a long drive.
It's gonna be, I believe...
The giants win the pennant!
The giants win the pennant!
The giants win the pennant!
The giants win the pennant!
[Indistinct shouting]
The giants win the pennant,
and they're going crazy!
They're going crazy!
Whoo-hoo!
[Cheers and applause]
I don't believe it!
I don't believe it!
[Cheers and applause]
-Maybe that's not exactly
the way it happened,
But that's the way it
should have happened.
And that's the way I
like to remember it.
And if dreams and memories
sometimes get confused,
Well... That's as it should be.
Because every kid
deserves to be a hero.
Every kid already is.
[Bat cracks]
[Cheers and applause]