- I'm leaving. - What?
You're not gonna have Thomas Magnum to kick around anymore.
Oops.
I cannot quarterback a pro football team.
Oh, sure you can.
You could be my roomie. It's perfect cover.
You'd better get out before you wrinkle up permanently.
T.C. Hey, T.M.
- Where's Dorsey? - Try the training room.
I may need your help.
Uh, excuse me, guys.
Excuse me. Fellas, fellas, I got something to say.
Hey!
Thank you.
I just, uh, wanna say how proud I am to be able to host,
this here welcoming party for the Blazers,
before you guys go into the rigors of training camp tomorrow.
And I would especially like to thank
the beautiful wife of your owner,
Mrs. Eleanor Greeley,
For, uh, for allowing me to open my humble house
to the best damn football team in the world.
We're very sorry Mr. Greeley couldn't make it today
but to show my appreciation,
when you get to the locker room tomorrow,
you're each gonna find a pair
out of a case of brand-new sandals!
Jack Metro sandals,
in your locker room tomorrow.
You're a swell guy, Jack.
Oh, gee, thanks, Dumbo.
Don't call me Dumbo.
Mmm, April Ann,
you got about the prettiest blue-green eyes
I've ever seen in my life.
They're like deep pools of diamonds or something.
Dorsey, that's the worst line I ever heard from a pro quarterback.
Yeah? Get a lot of those, do you?
Married to the Sandal King, more than my share.
I usually get "eyes like deep pools"
from your defensive linemen.
Oh.
Your wide receivers tend to hit me with
"legs that go on forever."
Specialty teams tell me how well I fill out a sweater.
Yeah?
What do quarterbacks say?
They don't need lines, Dorsey.
Delbert, you've been very patient
for a number two quarterback.
You work hard in camp
and this could be your year, son.
Frankly, I'm worried about Dorsey.
And not just his arm.
I am, too, sir.
I've tried to talk to him about his lifestyle.
Now, Patsy and I,
we've tried to show him the way, but...
The Lord helps those who help themselves.
We'll keep praying for him, Coach Bell.
I'm sure you will.
I'm gonna go around and get the car.
Meet me out front.
Okay.
Mmm.
Damn, somebody took a shot at me.
Set!
Hut!
Thataway, Billy. Good hands! Good hands!
Thanks, pal.
Yeah!
All right, All right. Here we go.
Back to the huddle. Keep going.
Come on, come on. Let's play some more of that stuff.
Huddle up!
Let's go. Huddle up. Huddle up.
Look for a pass. Ready, break.
Even in the Hawaiian sunshine,
football, to me, smelled like fall in New England.
Someplace there should be a prep band playing,
and pretty girls in short skirts.
And I was 21 again,
with an arm that could throw passes all afternoon.
Boy, for a bum shoulder he can sure bring it.
Break!
Oh, look at that.
Look at that. Oh, the memories.
You know, Thomas,
I can't believe that he used to be your back up.
Well, Dorsey was three years behind me at the academy.
He had to learn from somebody.
Uh-huh.
How come you ain't the Blazer quarterback?
Well, I thought I wanted a career in the Navy.
Uh-huh. You know, Thomas,
that could've been you out there.
Come on, Rick.
Hut!
Pass! Pass! Pass, pass, pass!
Didn't give him time.
Say what?
He should've double-pumped the wide receiver,
then the tight end would've had time to get in position.
I see.
Bring them in.
Come on, everybody in. Let's go.
Well, I'll see you guys after lunch.
Dorsey said he wants to talk to me about something.
Sure, boy.
Wouldn't wanna interfere with a quarterback reunion.
They might want your advice
on, uh, double-pumping to those wide receivers.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Dorsey Bramlett.
When an athlete is in training,
don't ever break his concentration.
Mahalo.
Easy there.
Hey, Dorsey.
Ooh! Hey, Hoss! How are you?
How you doing?
Hey, you looked great out there today.
You're a liar, boy. But I appreciate it.
Oh, I hate training camp.
I hate it.
I don't know. A place like this, though,
might get to liking it, maybe.
Maybe.
Hey, whose idea was it to train in Hawaii, anyway?
Uh, Mrs. Greeley. Club owner's wife.
She runs the ball club while he's off buying big corporations.
This is her reward for us winning the conference title last year.
Nice lady.
Oh, yeah.
I've heard her called a lot of things.
I've said most of them, but "nice" wasn't one of them.
Come on, Dorsey.
She carried you for two years after your surgery.
She had to. I've got a contract.
Besides, there ain't too many ball players
can throw a football like I can, even at 75 percent.
Uh, you still look like you can sling some hash there, boy.
Yeah?
I don't know. Maybe. I try and keep in shape.
Man, you had the sweetest arm I ever saw.
I mean that.
Come on, Dorsey. You gotta have your cortisone.
What's it for?
My career, Hoss. My career.
You, too, Delbert.
No, no, I'd rather not, sir.
It's routine, Delbert.
Do we have to go through this every time?
God doesn't want your shoulder to hurt, and neither does Coach Bell.
Don't go away. I'll be right back.
I got everything you need right here.
Thanks, Dorsey.
I'll just get some from the office.
No, really. I got a whole pharmacy down here.
Whatever you need to build a pro quarterback.
I got it.
Here you go.
Come on, let's take a hike.
I'll show you my office.
You know, Dorsey,
just holding the ball again,
just walking out on the football field again...
It's really...
It's really nice.
Brings back a lot of memories.
Yeah, I know all about those memories.
I saw most of them from the bench.
You were some kind of quarterback.
Man, you could scramble.
I copied my entire style from you.
Did you know that?
Maybe in more ways than just football.
See, Dorsey, I got this friend.
Actually, he's not a friend.
He runs the estate where I live.
You could call him a friend.
Anyway, you sound a lot like I do
when I want something from him.
So what do you want, Dorsey?
Protection.
Somebody's trying to kill me.
What?
Took a shot at me at a party yesterday.
Good thing I was drunk.
Probably hurt myself diving in the back seat of the car.
Any idea who?
No, I don't know. Coach Bell doesn't like me
hanging around with his daughter.
Neither does Mrs. Greeley.
Especially now that Henry's out of town so much.
Then there's Delbert Knowlton, our, uh, back-up quarterback.
He's always praying for my untimely demise.
My ex-agent, Morrie...
Boy, you never learn, do you?
Well, they never shot at me before.
I'm scared, man. First time in my life.
So, listen, can you help me out there, buddy?
How?
Practically all your time's team-connected.
You're either here on the practice field or at the hotel.
I'd stick out like that red jersey you practice in.
Not if you join the team.
What?
Yeah, I thought you could be the, uh, walk-on,
free agent quarterback, you know.
You could be my roomie. It's perfect cover.
Dorsey, I cannot quarterback a pro football team.
Oh, sure you can, man. You're in great shape.
I wasn't kidding about all that stuff about copying your style.
I know you can do it. I gotta get dressed.
This is really crazy.
Dorsey, this is really crazy.
So that's the way that goes.
Anyway, I don't know what I'm gonna do because I just...
Hey, Dorsey!
Excuse me, Dorsey.
I'm really your biggest fan. Would you...
You betcha. Here we go. Come on, step right up here.
Could you sign my yearbook?
All right!
Hey, how about you?
Hey.
Me?
Yeah.
I'm not on the team.
What he means is he just joined the team.
Come on over here and sign this ball. Get over here.
Even the fans believe it.
There you go.
Gee, thanks.
Okay. That's it, guys. Come on, let's go grab a beer.
I never drank beer in training.
Even for you, I find this evening's attire most bizarre.
A rough divorce case pending?
Higgins!
Or is this some exotic fantasy you engage in
after the sun goes down?
Win one for the Dipper, or something or other?
Gipper.
What?
It is Gipper, not Dipper.
What are you doing entering my guesthouse without knocking?
I'm here to retrieve Robin Masters' camera,
which you neglected to tell me you took.
Additionally, this is not your guesthouse, it's Robin's.
And let me emphasize the word "guest."
Animal repellent?
What on earth are you doing with animal repellent?
"Recommended by the United States Postal Service."
The lads.
How dare you!
Oh, come on, Higgins. I was on this case,
and I had to take care of these watchdogs.
Anyway, it was a good six months ago.
I just simply forgot to throw it out.
No wonder they dislike you so intensely.
How beastly. How savage.
I'm appalled by your wanton and blatant cruelty to animals.
Simply appalled. This is a grave matter.
One that will affect our relationship adversely.
What doesn't?
Magnum, you can hardly compare this atrocity
to your other indiscretions.
All right, Higgins.
I'm not gonna argue with you.
I've taken all the abuse I'm going to
from both you and your lads. Enough.
You're not gonna have Thomas Magnum to kick around anymore.
What?
It's too late to apologize.
Apologize?
I'm leaving.
I'm going to find a place where I can live in peace and quiet.
A place where I can be left alone.
A place where nobody bothers me.
And a place where nobody comes in without knocking.
A place without dogs.
My ego and Dorsey were both telling me
I still had the stuff to make a pro team.
But my birth certificate and my little voice
were telling me otherwise.
Yeah, so I talked to Eleanor.
She says if you're good enough for me you're good enough for her.
She's coming by here a little bit later. Wants to meet you.
That guy Sromosky sure has a funny way of warming up.
Must work. Six years all-pro lineman.
Broken more bones than anybody else in the league.
Looks like he's a quick healer.
Not his bones. Other people's bones.
Ah.
Who is he?
Thomas Magnum. Free agent walk-on.
Funny guy.
Told us this joke about this Polish weightlifter,
which I personally found reprehensible.
Anyway, Clyde, take care of that hand.
Come on, Hoss, get your armor on.
I wanna introduce you to Coach Bell.
He's real anxious to meet you.
Hey, Delbert,
I want you to meet your new competition at spear carrier.
Tom Magnum. Delbert Knowlton.
- Hello, Tom. - Delbert.
How's your shoulder? Mine seems to be a little worse.
I'm doing fine.
Patsy and I have been praying for you.
I'll bet you have, Delbert.
I don't think it'll get you off the pines.
Delbert.
Yeah.
One, two, three, hut!
One, two, three...
No wonder people wanna kill you, Dorsey.
You're not nice.
What, that? That was a joke.
T.C., what're you doing here?
What do you mean, what am I doing here?
I'm trying out for the team, like everybody else.
Dorsey here set it up.
Yeah, yeah, I couldn't help myself.
Man's an all-American tight end from Grambling University,
goes over to Vietnam to serve his country.
Flying a whirlybird. That's a waste.
- You're Magnum. - Yes, sir.
I remember. Navy.
You were pretty good.
But that was a long time ago.
No, he's still good.
Besides, Mrs. Eleanor Greeley wants to give him a chance.
Okay.
Dorsey, get in there and warm up the team
for Mr. Magnum's debut.
T.C., you've seen the playbook.
Go on in for Darnell.
Hey, T.C., I appreciate what you're trying to do.
What?
You coming out here to help me and all.
Man, I am trying to make this team.
Kinda got the itch after I saw them practice the other day.
Decided I'd give it one more shot.
Yeah.
Right.
Whatever you're here for, you're on your own.
Set.
Hut!
All right, all right, way to go! Good job, good job.
Huddle up. Let's go. We'll get them.
Break!
You know,
that guy Dorsey's really something.
Always putting on a show, even in practice.
You know, sometimes I think
that's half the job of being a pro athlete.
You know, being able to, to dazzle the crowd
with more than just talent.
I admire that.
But I imagine there's some players who resent it.
Don't you think so?
I just kick. I am the kicker.
Huddle up. Huddle up.
Break! Break!
Set!
Dorsey's hurting.
Let's get him out of here, Clarence.
Dorsey!
Huddle up! Huddle up. Huddle up. Huddle up.
All right, Magnum. You're up.
Uh, Coach, how can I call a play? I don't even have a playbook yet.
I'll call them.
The first one is "Y" five split six.
Now, all you have to do is hit the flanker
10 yards downfield in the right flat.
- You got it? - Uh, yeah.
Good. Let's see it.
Go get them, Hoss.
Break!
Four-85!
Set. Hut!
Thataway, T.C.! Good grab. Good grab.
Huddle up. Huddle up. Huddle up. Let's go.
Nice catch, 88.
You look almost as surprised as the receiver.
All right, come on, huddle up.
Split right, six Y. Ready?
Break!
Set!
Sorry, man. I guess I'm a little up.
Yeah.
Man, you okay?
No.
Did I do something wrong?
No, man, he just jumped offside.
Same play, on hut. Ready?
Break!
Set.
Hut!
Blitz! Blitz!
Way to go, team. Way to go.
Oops.
Oh, my.
I don't know who's crazier.
You for asking me to do this or me for doing it.
Hey. You did just fine. You're a little rusty is all.
Wish I had that excuse.
I look terrible!
I feel terrible.
How's your shoulder?
It's great.
As long as I'm using these babies.
What are those for?
So I don't get pregnant.
Same old Dorsey. Same old lines.
You must be Tom.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't be so polite, Tom.
I believe in close relationships
between players and management.
Call me Eleanor.
Nice to meet you.
I heard you had a rough go of it.
Yeah.
You, too.
Oh, I'll be just fine.
Oh, I know you will, Dorsey.
You're my number one quarterback.
As a matter of fact,
Coach Bell and I were discussing you today.
He's a little worried about you.
Yeah. What did he have to say?
Oh, he was thinking of starting Delbert this season.
You gotta be kidding.
Well, he's not.
But then, the final decision is mine,
since Henry's out of town.
Dinner?
8:00, my place.
You'd better get out before you wrinkle up permanently.
Nice to meet you.
I love this game. I really do.
Isn't it glorious, lads?
I find the silence and serenity sublime.
No screeching of tires past my window
in the early morning hours.
No strange sounds emanating from the guesthouse.
No more sordid and tawdry guests.
No more abuse of private property.
No more Magnum.
Well, lads, what shall we do tonight?
A good choice.
After we share a hearty supper we'll settle down by the fire
and give a listen to some of Verdi's lesser-known operas.
Perhaps a snifter of brandy
and a pipe.
Hey, Thomas, wake up. This is bed check.
I'm in bed.
Yeah, but your roommate ain't.
I was pretty sure nobody was doing bed checks
in Mrs. Greeley's house.
That is, no one but me.
Protecting Dorsey had now entered that phase
I particularly dislike.
Baby-sitting.
The door's open.
Dorsey, it's about time you showed...
Tom.
You rascal.
Hi.
Tom, you must really wanna make the team bad.
I'd offer you something, but you're in training.
Well, maybe I'll let you slide.
No, thanks.
Oh. So you're not thirsty.
Wanna come in?
Look, I'm trying to find Dorsey.
Why would you look here?
Well, he was having dinner with you.
And you assumed that meant he was spending the night.
Tom.
What are you up to?
Up to?
Listen, mister, I have a brother in Jersey,
sitting on roller-skate wheels selling pencils,
who has a better chance of getting on the team than you do.
Are you going to tell me who you are,
or do I have to make a phone call
requesting the presence of Clyde Sromosky?
I'm a private investigator.
Dorsey hired me to protect him.
Oh.
That little incident at the party
must've put the fear of God into him.
Good old Dorsey.
Just beginning to understand that not everybody loves him.
He knows I put extra security on.
Doesn't he trust me?
Well, he's not sure who his friends are.
Well!
Whose fault is that, the way he lives?
Did he show up for dinner?
No.
No, he did not.
Well, he's not in bed.
Wanna make a bet?
Do you have any idea where he might be?
You might check the Sandal King Jack Metro's wife.
She had her hooks into him yesterday at a party.
Look, uh, Mrs. Greeley,
if... if my coming here offended you...
Save it. Save it.
I'm not doing you a favor, or Dorsey.
He's a big investment. A very big one.
That's all.
Despite anything else I might have said.
Thank you.
If there's one thing I hate more than babysitting,
it's fetching a client from another man's wife.
You see, there's no way to be sure the husband won't show up,
and that can make for the worst kind of domestic argument.
Hey, guy, you're just the man I wanted to see.
We're gonna catch a plane to Vegas. Me and April Ann.
You can be my best man.
It's 3:00 a.m. There are no planes to Vegas now.
Besides, her husband's probably gonna be home any second.
Oh, no, he's not, 'cause he's out of town.
She's still married.
I'll get a divorce.
Drive us to the airport.
You've got a practice game in the morning.
To hell with practice. To hell with Mrs. Greeley.
To hell with the Blazers. To hell with football.
Hey, come on, Dorsey.
The hell with you.
Dorsey!
What's the matter with you?
Damn it.
I'm your friend.
Maybe you don't know what that word means anymore.
Yeah, maybe I don't.
Oh, hell, man, I'm sorry.
I... I... I didn't mean to do that.
Hey.
I... I don't know, I... I guess I'm still a bit nervous
about somebody trying to kill me, that's all.
I wonder why?
You know, in the last 24 hours I've watched you
alienate half a dozen people, including me.
Hey, I don't mean to do that.
You know I don't mean half of what I say, and I never did.
I know.
You got away with it when you were a kid,
but you're not a kid anymore.
I don't need you to tell me this.
Then why do you keep doing it?
Hey, look. People get used to seeing you some way,
they see you as a wise guy.
That's your image, you're a hell raiser.
That's what they expect to see.
I mean, even if you outgrow that.
It's not easy being the team jerk.
Dorsey, I'm gonna get sick if I hear anymore of this mush.
I'm with you, April Ann. Come on.
If we can't go to Vegas
let's go and have one more cocktail, okay?
Just one, huh?
April Ann.
April Ann, come on, now, don't die, honey.
Oh, come on, April Ann, now, don't die.
Come on.
Set! Hut!
April Ann's death didn't affect Delbert,
or the coaches,
or anyone on the team except Dorsey.
He didn't have time to develop any deep feelings for her,
and even if he had she'd still have been one of a hundred to him.
But this one had died because of him,
and Dorsey was having a tough time dealing with it,
which gave me some hope for him.
Hold it.
I've been here every day.
Yeah, well. Not today. Out.
Sure. I understand.
Rip! Kill! Guts!
I'm gonna crush everything in my path.
Everything in my path!
Magnum.
Higgins.
I, uh, brought your mail.
Or rather your bills,
and that seems to be all you receive these days.
Higgins, I have only been gone 24 hours.
Nevertheless, you should attend to them.
I don't want the inevitable parade of process servers
and bill collectors trooping through the estate.
Isn't this a bit self-destructive,
even for you?
Higgins, would you please give me my bills...
My mail? Thank you.
Working on a case?
Mmm-hmm.
One of the players?
Uh-huh.
Which one?
Higgins!
Higgins.
What do you know about sports injuries?
Well, of course, I'm not a physician.
However, when I was stationed in Banaras after the war,
I was coach of the regimental rugby team.
A game far superior
to your American football, I might add.
Our chaps don't see the necessity for all the padding.
Higgins, please.
While there, I worked quite closely
with several military physicians.
Oh, good. Now, how about shoulders?
You need cortisone for bursitis, right?
Yes.
Most likely subdeltoid bursitis.
Subdeltoid. Under the deltoid.
Bursitis. Inflammation of the tendon and bone.
Of course.
It's generally treated with a mixture
of cortisone and lidocaine.
The cortisone brings down the inflammation,
and the lidocaine tempers the pain of the initial shot.
It's a large-gauge needle, you know.
Yes, I know.
Generally, one or two treatments are all that are necessary.
That's all?
Generally, yes.
All right, Billy. Get it.
All right, huddle up. Let's go. Huddle up.
Intercept. Intercept. All right, defense. All right.
Hey!
Had you seen him before?
Yeah, he's been hanging around here.
I guess I've seen him.
Are we done here?
In a minute.
Does this mean anything to you?
He also had this note.
"Dorsey had been. I am. Dorsey was.
Dorsey had been.
I am. I am. I am."
Wow.
I don't understand.
Thank you.
Dorsey, he was a sick kid.
April Ann died for this?
He thought he was you.
In his mind he'd become you.
So every time you stepped on that field
it was destroying his version of reality.
So he had to get rid of you.
I guess
April Ann just got caught in the middle.
Just caught in the middle?
Dorsey, it wasn't your fault.
Dorsey.
You know, Magnum,
it was quite peaceful here while you were gone.
Tranquil, actually.
Not a single incident.
Not one alarm.
No interloper to disrupt my day or night.
I'm sorry they cut you from the team.
Higgins, are you trying to tell me you missed me?
Me? Good heavens, no.
But the lads did.
They did?
They had no one to chase.
Higgins, I am not in the mood for our usual banter.
Really?
I should think you'd be quite happy.
Your case is finished and you're no more badly beaten up than usual.
That's just it, Higgins.
The case isn't finished.
There's more going on here
than some sick kid taking shots at Dorsey.
Your little voice again?
Mine and Five-O's.
See.
The kid used a .22 at the stadium
and April Ann was killed with a .32.
And so far they haven't found one yet in his apartment.
So there was more than one person out to kill Dorsey.
Either that or he wasn't the target.
Thomas.
In the bedroom, Rick.
Who was the target? April Ann?
Or me.
Oh, hi, Higgins. Are you, uh, helping Thomas unpack?
Hardly.
Did you find anything out?
Yeah. It was lidocaine.
- You sure? - Uh-huh.
What are you two talking about?
Well, Thomas gave me some stuff
that the team doctor's been shooting into Dorsey's shoulder.
So I had it analyzed.
The doc seemed reluctant to give the same injection
to Delbert, the other quarterback,
so I thought maybe he gave Dorsey
something other than lidocaine and cortisone.
No, it was lidocaine.
And cortisone.
Thomas, are you deaf or what?
I just told you twice, it was just lidocaine.
No, but all the lidocaine's for
is to lessen the pain of the cortisone injection.
Well, it would also, uh, block the pain of the injury as well.
Quite dangerous.
The injured joint feels fine,
but if you use it, you literally tear it apart.
I remember a polo pony we had in Kwangju.
That was in, uh, '48. Or was it '49?
It was '49, yes.
That was the year Corky Boswick got kicked in the head.
Anyway, this pony had an injured fetlock...
You'll enjoy this, Rick.
It was the Sunday of the Queen's birthday party,
so naturally we had a match
with the finest polo team in all of Asia.
Corky Boswick came charging out
on the field and lost control of his mare
when a stallion from the opposing team
gave a passionate whinny.
Extraordinary.
I hated it, but it all made sense.
Dorsey had been playing at half speed until today.
Tonight's game would decide who'd start the season at quarterback,
and Dorsey would be going all out
on a shoulder that had mush for tendons.
I had a real strong feeling
Mrs. Greeley planned to collect some heavy insurance on him.
Good evening football fans,
and welcome to Aloha Stadium
and Honolulu's Fifth Annual Pro-college Bowl.
Tonight the New Jersey Blazers
tackle the All-Stars of the Pac-10.
Proceeds for tonight's contest
go to the Honolulu Crippled Children's Society.
Hey, Dorsey.
Tonight's a big night for both of us.
And I just want you to know that...
You prayed for me, huh, Delbert?
Del.
Yeah.
Thanks.
- T.C. - Hey, T.M.
Where's Dorsey?
Coach is putting me on the special team tonight.
That's great. Where's Dorsey?
I don't know. Try the training room.
- Come on. - Huh?
I may need your help.
Need my help? Oh, wait... wait... wait. I don't wanna know.
I help you, I don't get a chance to play. Bye.
T.C.!
Ladies and gentlemen,
now coming on the field,
let's hear it for the New Jersey Blazers.
And here come the Pac-10 All-Stars.
You gonna give us your best shot?
I always do.
You ought to know that by now.
Hey, Hoss.
Come to watch me win this game?
No. To stop you from throwing your arm away.
Magnum, you're not part of the team.
Get out.
Wait a minute. What's going on here?
She and the doc here have been using injections without cortisone.
Your arm may feel okay, but it's not, Dorsey.
That's a lie.
What? Insurance?
Maybe a little getting even?
I want him out of here.
Hey, pal. Wait... wait a minute.
Oh, come on, Ski.
Look, I'm just trying to help Dorsey.
Not so fast, Doc.
I knew it.
- Hey, Ski... - Dorsey, stay out of it.
What're you doing?
I knew it.
My shoulder's out. I knew it.
Dumbo, get out of the way.
That's a.32, isn't it?
You killed April Ann.
No, I...
No, you were shooting at me.
Afraid I'd catch on to what you were doing?
Eleanor, tell him to let me go.
What're you gonna do, Eleanor, shoot us all?
Dumbo, let me go.
My name's Clarence.
Move it, Dumbo. Damn it!
Hit bad, Clarence?
Are you kidding? After 15 years in the pros?
Dorsey!
T.C., hold 'em until the police get here.
Dorsey.
I knew I wasn't gonna get to play.
Dorsey.
How's Clarence?
He's okay. Where are you going?
Are you nuts?
Dorsey, you gotta start listening to people.
They're not treating your shoulder.
It's just painkiller.
You go all out, you'll rip it apart for good.
Dorsey, you'll be all washed up.
Tom, I'm 33.
If I don't go out there and give it another shot,
if I try to wait another year for this thing to heal,
I'm washed up anyway.
Maybe.
But at least you'll have an arm hanging from your shoulder.
Listen to them.
They want me.
So did that kid with the rifle.
Dorsey, you're a human being,
you're not a piece of merchandise.
Those people don't own you. Mrs. Greeley doesn't own you.
When it comes right down to it, only you own you.
That's right.
You're right, Tom. You was always right.
But I don't know. It feels pretty good.
That's just the lidocaine talking.
Well, what if it's healed?
Dorsey, you know the odds are against that.
Yeah, I know.
But what if it was you?
What if it was your last hurrah?
Dorsey.
Double-pump before you throw to Sibby on a "Y" out.
Dorsey! Dorsey! Dorsey!
Thanks, Hoss.
Dorsey! Dorsey! Dorsey!
Dorsey! Dorsey!