[shouts of encouragement]
-What do you think?
-I think I'm the luckiest guy on the planet Earth.
-No, I mean about the catcher.
-The opener's in two days.
OK, let's take a look at his stick.
-Fisher!
Grab a bat.
-OK, Coach.
-Hey, Johnny, take a break.
I don't want you getting sore.
-OK, Coach.
COACH WILSON: Hilger.
-I didn't think they played baseball at Jefferson.
-Relax.
This won't take long.
I'm like we got another walk-on.
-What are we doing, putting ads in the paper?
[bang]
COACH WILSON: Hey, kid.
How would you like to play some baseball?
-I'd like that very much, sir.
[crackling]
[aerosol hiss]
THEME SONG: We never thought of finding
a place where we belong.
Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
You gonna learn something when we meet you at the school.
Said jump!
Down on Jump Street.
Said jump!
Down on Jump Street.
Your friends will be there when you're back is to the wall.
You'll find you need us 'cause there's no one else to call.
When it was hopeless a decision's what you need.
You better be ready 'cause you're running out of time.
Said jump!
21 Jump Street.
-Yo, Blowfish!
Hey, Aoki, how goes it?
AOKI: Penhall.
Baseball been berry berry good to you?
-Berry, berry good.
National pastime of Japan, my man.
Ooh, Hoffs, Hoffs, you look magnificent.
-What has gotten into you, Penhall?
-Spring.
Spring is here and I'm playing baseball.
-Yeah?
Well, the Feds are here and you're
gonna be playing the employment line if you don't
get your butt into Fuller's office right now.
-Oh, but you should have seen me out there today.
I was whacking the ball, man.
I was connected like--
-Like a guy batting against high school pitching? [laughs]
-I need this from a Cubs fan?
-The most loyal fans of all.
-Well, let me know when they win a pennant.
Get in there.
-You make the team?
-Yeah.
Been at Lincoln a week.
Made the baseball team.
Somebody want to tell me what's going on?
-I'll ask the questions.
CAPTAIN FULLER: This is Spencer Phillips.
He's with the Feds.
-How come you guys always have names like corporations?
-This your crack undercover unit?
-I don't think I like your attitude.
-Why don't you call my supervisor
and let him know what you think?
There's a player on your team named Johnny Hartman.
-Yeah, pitcher.
Guy's unbelievably good.
They say he's big league material.
-They're probably right.
We have reason to believe he's a kidnap target.
-Well, what's so important about this kid?
-I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.
The details on this case are strictly
on a need-to-know basis.
-And us small-time local cops have no need to know?
PHILLIPS: That's right.
I can tell you that if there's a move against Hartman,
it'll occur in the next 72 hours.
-All right, what happens in 72 hours?
-I can't tell you that.
-[scoffs]
-Why do you need us at all?
You think you could tell us that?
-We can't stay as close to Hartman as you people can.
We have agents protecting him at night and at home,
but we have no juvenile operatives in our department.
-That's 'cause them crew cuts always give you guys away.
-The department thanks you in advance for your cooperation.
Please, don't disappoint us.
-Charming guy.
-All right.
Penhall, you're with Hartman on the field.
Hoffs, I'm putting you into most of his classes.
Hanson and Aoki will back you up.
-Should we tell them or are they on a need-to-know basis?
-I can't tell you that.
[laughter]
[rings bell]
-Yo, Fed-Heads!
-Hey Mom.
-Hi.
How's it breaking?
-Low and away.
-Your dad called.
JOHNNY: Great.
-He's coming into town.
-You told him where we live?
-Nice, very nice.
He just wants to meet Coach Wilson, look over
the scholarship offers.
-I thought we decided we could handle all that.
-He wants to come to the game on Thursday.
-He can do whatever he wants.
He's proven that over and over again, hasn't he?
-That's very good, Mr. Hartman, very good indeed.
Uh, I'd like you all to take a look at Mr. Hartman's paper.
I've taken the liberty of Xeroxing it.
-That's embarrassing.
TEACHER: Just pass these back, please.
Not only has Mr. Hartman written a wonderful Volstead Act--
that's Prohibition, for those of you who
slept through class last Tuesday-- but he's also proven
a point I've long been trying to get across to both
the administration and the student body of Lincoln High.
That is that just because one excels on the athletic field
does not necessarily mean one cannot excel in the classroom,
as well.
Isn't that right, Mr. Muller?
-I'm sorry, what was the question?
[students laugh]
-I rest my case.
JOHNNY: You were in my last class.
You following me or something?
-Maybe.
-Judy Robinson.
I just transferred in.
Today's my first day.
-Johnny Hartman, transferred in the fall.
-Oh, I know who you are.
You're a legend around here.
1.07 ERA, 110 strikeouts in 10 games last season.
-A baseball fan?
-Cub fan.
-Oh, painful!
-Loyal.
-Maybe you want to come out and watch a real team play.
-Mm, maybe.
[panting painfully]
[blows whistle]
[SHOUTING] That's it!
Hit the showers!
[groans]
COACH WILSON: Fisher.
-I'm sorry, Coach.
It's just the layer.
-Hey, it's baseball, son.
You don't have to run more than 90 feet at a time.
-Why do you coaches always make us run wind sprints?
-Tradition.
-[laughs]
-Look, Fisher, I'm pencilling you
into the starting lineup for Thursday.
-Really?
-Whitaker?
Yes, really.
Now you're gonna catch Hartman.
So start spending more time with him,
and make sure you've got the signals down pat, OK?
Whitaker, you're starting at short.
Now watch the stuff hit to your right.
You're taking an extra step before you throw to second.
OK?
WHITAKER: Yes, sir.
-Doug Fisher.
-Jake Whitaker.
-Two transfers, two starters-- not
to mention Hartman last year.
Somebody up there must like me.
WHITAKER: So you're gonna be catching Hartman, huh?
-Yeah, is he amazing or what?
-145 pounds, and all of it iron.
Another five years, we'll be trading his baseball card.
-So what do you say we grab some dinner?
-Don't you have a girlfriend?
-Mm, not that I can remember.
PENHALL: You got a problem?
PLAYER: Yeah, I'm sick of you guys making the team.
-[SHOUTING] Hey!
What's the matter with you?
Get up!
-That's enough!
What's the beef here.
-Nothing, Coach, we were just, arguing
about who had the better fastball, Gooden or Valenzuela.
-Yeah, right.
You OK, Hennessy?
-Yeah.
-Mm-hm.
Well, the next time you want to question the lineup,
you knock on my door.
-Yes, sir.
-All right, listen up.
Post-game party in the cafeteria immediately following
the opener on Thursday.
[applause]
-Parents, girlfriends, everybody's invited.
We got a good thing going here.
We could have a terrific season.
Now I know the team's been in transition,
what with Hartman coming in last season and Whitaker and Fisher,
but they're all a part of this ball club,
and I want them made to feel that way, all right?
[players agree]
-OK.
No practice tomorrow.
See you all Thursday, an hour before game time.
[players cheer]
-Nice move there.
-I can take care of myself.
-Yeah, I'm sure you can.
So you're from back East?
-Yeah.
-Me too.
New York.
-Hm.
-How do you like it out here?
-Same as anywhere, I guess.
-Yeah?
Want to grab some dinner or something tonight?
-Oh, no thanks.
Got a date.
So there I am, standing in front of my locker, when
my father comes up to me and says,
somebody here'd like to meet you.
I turn around and there is Scott Peterson.
-From the Yankees?
-Live in person.
I am 16 years old, and there is my idol, wanting to meet me.
HOFFS: Get out of here!
What did he say?
-He said, um, I hear you got a great arm, kid.
And I say, you're not so bad yourself.
--[laughs] You said that's to Scott Peterson?
-Yeah, the guy strikes out 300 hitters in one season
and I say, you're not so bad yourself.
-Oh, man.
What else, what else, what else?
-Oh, usual stuff.
You know, um, stay in school, get good grades,
and stay off drugs.
-Stay off the drugs, huh?
-Yeah, yeah, good advice.
Two years later he gets busted in the Kansas City airport
and spends six months in rehab.
Heroes.
So who are you?
-What are you talking about?
-What's your real name?
-Judy Robinson.
-Look, you can play it any way you want,
but I know you're some kind of cop.
Or Fed.
Or something.
You show up in all my classes, you
buddy up with the baseball talk, you come out to practice.
It's about my father, right?
-Johnny, I don't know anything about your father.
-I hope you're telling the truth.
'Cause I would like to think of you as a friendly girl, rather
than a nosy cop.
Oh my god!
[voice on police radio]
HOFFS: Johnny, what's the matter?
-What's going on?
Is my mother all right?
-Yeah, she's fine.
This gentleman was sneaking around the house.
He says he's a teammate of yours.
-He is.
-Hey, man, you left your glove on the bench.
I just came by to bring it to you.
-Thanks.
-I'll see you out.
-These guys work for my dad.
They get a little paranoid every now and then.
-No kidding.
-I coulda sworn I tossed this in my locker.
-What makes you think this Jake Whitaker wasn't just returning
the glove like he said?
-Johnny remembers leaving the glove in his locker.
-Tell me about him.
-Well, there's something definitely weird about the guy.
He flew off the handle in the locker room,
nearly swung this guy 20 feet across the room.
-What else?
-Well, he's got a good range to the left, above average arm,
and he steps in the bucket on the inside pitch.
-Johnny said he transferred in about a week ago
and made the team just like that.
-Keep an eye on him.
-Shouldn't be too hard.
He bats ahead of me.
-Hanson, Aoki.
-You get any more info out of Phillips?
CAPTAIN FULLER: You're kidding me.
-Want you two to check out a student named Jake Whitaker.
He's a shortstop on the Lincoln High team.
-What do you want, batting average, fielding percentage,
what?
-Just get hold of his transcripts, Hanson.
-Okey-dokey.
-OK.
Is that all?
-Almost.
There is one more thing.
Johnny Hartman knows I'm a cop.
I didn't give it up or confirm it or anything, Captain,
he just figured it out.
-Your cover is blown on the first day
and you treat it like an afterthought?
-It's really no problem, really.
Johnny's totally cool with it.
In fact, it sounds like it's routine to him.
This all has something to do with his father.
He kind of let that slip.
-Frank Hartman?
Doesn't ring any bells.
All right, stay with it.
You found out more today than the Feds
will tell us in a month.
Well, OK that's it.
Get to school.
-Coming to the opener?
-You ready?
-I'm dedicating my first homer to you.
You know, I bet I can bat about .340 in this league.
UMPIRE: Steeee-rike!
[crowd shouting]
-Hey!
[crowd shouting]
-Oh, shoot.
UMPIRE: Yer out!
-Who's you dedicate that one to, Fisher?
-I hate this game.
[crowd cheers]
-He's warm, new guy.
Have fun, huh?
UMPIRE: Steeee-rike!
-Ho!
Wait to go, Johnny baby!
UMPIRE: Ball!
-Excuse me, ma'am.
I banged up my arm pretty good.
Nobody down at the nurse's station.
-My!
Everybody's down at the game.
Let me open it up for you.
-Oh, thanks.
-OK.
W, W, W, W, Whitaker.
-Come on, Doug!
UMPIRE: Steee-rike!
-Ease up, Fisher, just ease up.
Just meet the ball.
-Come on!
UMPIRE: Steee-rike!
[cheering]
-Anybody you want me to say hi to when I'm rounding the bases?
-They'll all be in college by then.
-Come on!
[cheering]
-Yeah!
[cheering]
-Oh, right on!
All right!
Way to go!
[players shouting]
[music playing]
-I've been waiting half an hour for you.
-Yeah, I like to take long showers.
-Well, you pitched real well, son.
-Thanks.
-So, uh, how is your mother holding up?
-Not bad, all things considered.
-Hi.
So is this your father?
-Yeah, uh, Judy Robinson, Frank Hartman.
-My pleasure.
-Nice to meet you.
That's quite a pitcher you grew there.
-Oh, yeah.
Quite a pitcher.
-Johnny Hartman, I'd like you to meet my mother.
-Nice to meet you.
-This is the one I was telling you about.
One of these days, he's going to be in the big leagues.
-From your mouth to God's ear.
Frank Hartman.
-Grace Whitaker.
You must be very proud.
-You have no idea.
If, uh, you all will excuse me for a minute?
-So Jake tells me that you just moved here, too.
-Yeah, about a year ago.
-Mm-hm?
Where from?
-Back east.
-Oh, where from back east?
I'm from back east.
-The city.
Connecticut.
We moved around a lot.
COACH WILSON: I'd say about 20 colleges in all, not to mention
a few pro scouts that would like to see the boy go straight
into the minor leagues.
-No, no, no, forget that.
I want him to play at least two years of college ball first.
-I think that's a good idea.
-Good.
I want you to handle all that.
You find a school with a good baseball program
and a coach that won't throw his arm out.
COACH WILSON: Don't worry, I take care of my kids.
-Now there's-- there's something else I'd like to ask you.
-Sure.
-You're going to find this strange,
because we've never met before.
But I want you to accept what I'm
about to say without asking any questions.
-What are you talking about?
-If anything should happen to me-- I mean,
if I should get in an accident or something,
I want you to look out for my kid.
-I don't understand.
-No questions.
I want you to look out for Johnny and his baseball career.
You make sure that he stays on track, that he stays in school,
and that he works his butt off when
he gets down to the minors.
You're a good man, Mr. Wilson.
I chose Lincoln High and your program
for very specific reasons.
You take care of the baseball, and his mother
will take care of the rest.
-Look--
HARTMAN: Please, no questions.
You'll be very well-compensated for your time and effort.
It's all been arranged.
-I can't believe this.
HANSON: What's up?
Bad news?
-There's no record of a Jake Whitaker at the New York City
school mentioned in his transcript.
-Great.
Where'd this guy come from?
-Well, that's what they want us to find out.
-Who?
-The Feds, Hanson.
They want us to go into the guy's house.
They must be serious.
They got a no-knock warrant in 20 minutes.
-That's your government at work, Aok-age.
[bang]
-Not Exactly "Better Homes & Gardens," huh?
-Yeah.
I'll check the bedroom.
HANSON: All right.
-Look at this.
[gun cocks]
[gunshots]
-Hey!
-Police!
Freeze!
We're police officers!
-[panting] Oh yeah?
So am I.
PHILLIPS: What about the woman with you?
-I paid her a grand to pose as my mother.
She brought in her electric bill,
got me registered at Lincoln.
PHILLIPS: Let me see that.
-We'll have the full report later,
Captain, but New York Midtown confirms his story.
He's a first-class detective on two weeks' vacation.
-Not bad, huh?s
CAPTAIN FULLER: Danny Jacobson.
25 years old, four years on the force, two years undercover.
Been decorated twice for valor.
-Looks like we got ourselves a genuine hero.
-Right.
OK, well, why don't we get together
sometime and reminisce, OK?
You want to get me a cab, pretty boy?
PHILLIPS: Sit down.
-Look, you want to keep Carmine Terranova in one piece?
So do I. So why don't we all just keep
on doing what we're doing?
Three days, we can all rest easy.
What do you say?
-Carmine Terranova?
-Frank Hartman.
You didn't tell 'em, did you?
Frank Hartman's a protected witness.
He's set to travel back to New York in two days
to testify against Nick Lucazi.
-Nick "The Ice Man" Lucazi?
That trial's been going on for weeks.
JACOBSON: Guess you forgot some of the details, huh, Spence?
Need-to-know basis, all that bull?
-Why don't you fill us in?
JACOBSON: Well, it's very simple.
You see, the Feds, they had Carmine, Frank Hartman,
on a murder beef.
He turned state's witness in the Lucazi trial, he got out of it.
-So they put them in a witness relocation program.
-Very good.
-Chris and Carmine Terranova became
Johnny and Frank Hartman, and they all live happily ever
after.
-Unless, of course, Lucazi's get to Frank first
and blow his head off.
-Right.
You see, he's under heavy protection.
So they could get his kid and make
Frank forget what he was gonna testify about.
-Why wasn't I apprised of this, Phillips?
-Your only assignment was and is to preserve Johnny Hartman's
safety.
Anything beyond that is peripheral to the matter
at hand.
JACOBSON: [chuckles] You know, you're
getting very good at that bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo.
-So if Johnny went through the witness program,
how did you ever find him?
-Well, Johnny Hartman's always been a standout pitcher.
I just kept tabs on "USA Today," follow the Sports section
until I found him.
See, that's where you Feds aren't very good at this.
-Why, Jake?
What's your interest in Terranova?
JACOBSON: Same as yours.
I just want to see him testify against the Iceman.
-I don't buy it.
You spend your vacation making sure some mob witness lives
three more days?
I think maybe you want to make sure Nick the Iceman goes away
for some other reason.
Like maybe he's got something on you.
Drugs?
Protection?
What can he hang you for, Jake?
-Look, I don't need a reason to want
to see some two-bit scum set up, all right?
-Why this two-bit scum?
What's so important about this one?
-Because this one killed my partner.
He killed my partner.
I just want to see justice done.
[phone rings]
CAPTAIN FULLER: Yeah?
Phillips, it's for you.
-Phillips.
Yeah?
When?
Keep me updated.
Informant in New York says a couple of Lucazi's boys
are in town.
-I can find them.
I know these guys.
I know how they operate.
I'm here.
You might as well let me help.
-OK.
You can ride with Hanson.
Hoffs, Penhall, you don't let Johnny Hartman or Terranova
or whatever the heck his name is out of your sight.
Aoki, you stay in touch with New York.
I want files, news photos, everything
they've got on Terranova.
-Come on.
-OK.
-You waiting for a goodbye kiss?
-Oh, I can tell this is gonna be a great assignment.
-Hey, don't worry about it.
I seen these kind of guys before.
All they do is talk tough.
[glass shatters]
-You're gonna kill the guy!
-Oh, relax.
He loves this stuff.
This'll only take a minute, folks.
-Unh!
-Nick Lucazi.
I hear he's got some muscle in town.
I would like to know where.
-I don't know you.
-Oh, well, let me introduce myself.
I'm the guy with the knife.
-Come on, I can't let you do this.
-Hey, you look.
These aren't 16-year-old kids selling coke in the bathrooms.
These are professional killers and they blow people away
for practice.
You can't keep up, take a walk.
Anything Lucazi can do to you, I can do worse.
And right now.
-He's not kidding, pal.
JACOBSON: You don't know what room they're in?
Want to bet?
-Oh!
-Whoa, whoa, what is wrong with you?
-It was a simple question, Mister, uh, Carter.
I'll ask it again.
What's their room number?
-You think they were tipped off?
-No.
I think they got lucky.
Probably went out for a pizza or something.
These guys are always eating.
Who're you calling?
-Fuller.
I want to keep this place under surveillance.
-Yeah, well, you just make sure those bozos
don't blow their cover.
-What do you think, you're the only cop who
knows the ropes around here?
-The only cop in this hick town, yeah.
-Oh, really?
Well, I didn't see you being so clever that we
didn't figure you out from day one.
And I didn't see you being so tough that you
got by me and Aoki at your mother's house.
As a matter of fact, all I see is a guy with a big mouth
and total disregard for anyone's civil rights.
-I'm starting to like you.
-Johnny, I know who your dad is.
-So maybe you should call me Chris.
And you are?
-Judy.
Hoffs.
-Ah.
-Officer Judy Hoffs.
-Well, I'm glad to meet you, Officer Hoffs.
I'm starting to see the possibilities in this.
You know, say I make a fool of myself in front of some girl.
Move to a new town, get a new name, new personality--
bada-bing, start over.
It's kind of like writing in erasable ink.
-Yeah, I know a little bit about changing characters myself.
-Yeah, except I can never go back.
It makes you think twice about getting into relationships,
you know.
Not to mention magazine subscriptions.
You know, sometimes I wonder if I'll even
remember who I was the first 16 years of my life,
or if Chris Terranova will just be this guy I used to know.
-Aoki.
-Yeah?
-Papers just here through from New York.
-Thanks, Eddie.
-What do they do, spray-paint the cardboard?
-Is there a problem with the pizza?
-Yeah, it ain't from New York.
-Hey, I didn't make it that way.
It's just a fact of life.
It ain't New York, it ain't nowhere.
-Except when it comes to football.
Then it's Jersey, right?
CAPTAIN FULLER: Call the DA's office.
Find out when the Miller case is coming to trial.
No running in the hallways, Phillips.
-Save it.
Who's was watching Johnny right now?
-Hoffs.
Why?
-Frank Hartman's getting cranky.
Says he wants to see his kid one more time
before he leaves to testify.
-Ah.
Maybe he's worried he's not coming back?
-Yeah.
Well, I'll tell you the truth, as long as he puts Lucazi away,
I don't care what happens to him.
-Nice.
-Blowfish, you've outdone yourself.
-You know, I like to put on a good show
for these out-of-town guests.
-There you go, man.
SAL: Thank you.
-I gotta admit, nobody in New York
would even think of doing that.
CAPTAIN FULLER: Penhall, where did Johnny and Hoffs
go tonight?
-I think she said Sharkey's restaurant.
-All right, run them down and then drive
Johnny to the Sheraton Villa.
His father's requested to see him.
-Wnat some company?
-Who said this guy ain't friendly?
-Snitch at the bar.
Hotel clerk.
Me.
-You know, I was thinking.
You're the first person I talked to in two years
I didn't have to worry about slipping with.
-Slipping?
What do you mean slipping?
-You know, answering to the name Chris by mistake.
Forgetting what my phony past was about.
Falling on ice, you know, slipping.
-Doug, what's the matter?
-Everything's OK.
Your father wants to see you before he heads back
to New York.
-The catcher, too?
-'Fraid so.
Officer Doug Penhall.
-My father actually asked to see me?
-Yeah.
Come on, he's waiting.
Car's out front.
RECEPTIONIST [ON PHONE]: Lukehaven Motel.
-Room 224.
MAN [ON PHONE]: Yeah?
-Frank Hartman's at the Sheraton Villas.
MAN [ON PHONE]: It's taken care of.
Mr. Lucazi thanks you.
[dial tone]
[knock]
-Captain, we've got a problem.
I've been going over the rest of Jake's files and some photos.
Take a look at this.
Now this is a picture of Jake and his partner,
Marty Spaulding, the cop who was murdered
by Nick "The Iceman" Lucazi.
Now this woman here is the woman that Jake
said he paid $1,000 to to pose as his mother.
-You grab Hanson and you pick her up, now.
AOKI: Come on, we've heard all that.
Who are you, lady?
-I did a favor for Jake.
He's already told you.
-No, he told us what he wants us to believe.
-Well, do you really think I'm gonna
tell you anything different?
-You know, I don't get you people.
You come here from New York and you act like you own the place.
Now what gives you the right to do this?
-Did you ever ask yourself what gives Carmine Terranova
the right to murder a man?
Get a new name and address for his punishment?
-Marty Spaulding was your husband, wasn't he?
It's not going to be too difficult to check out.
I'm sorry.
-This time sorry isn't good enough.
This time, I want justice.
AOKI: Ma'am, that's what we're trying to give you here.
HANSON: Look, Frank Hartman testifies,
Nick the Iceman goes to jail, dies an old man.
-Nick Lucazi's not the one who killed my husband.
Frank Hartman killed my husband.
-Frank Hartman the witness?
-Oh my god.
-Then Jake doesn't want to protect Hartman,
he wants to kill him.
-Not gonna kill anybody.
-No, he's just going to tell the hitman where he can find him.
Come on, he's gonna drop a dime on him.
-I hope he drops a ton of bricks.
-You got a future, kid.
The arm of yours says you are going to make it big.
-Listen, um, Dad?
What are we doing here?
You've been talking baseball to me for 20 minutes.
-I gotta go to New York.
You understand that, don't you?
I'm turning over on Lucazi.
-Yeah, I know that.
FRANK: Well, let's just say I got more faith in Lucazi
getting to me than the Feds keeping him off.
You don't think much of me, do you, kid?
-No, Dad, I don't.
-Well, I'm not saying I've been any great father.
I mean, who would I be kidding?
I'd just hate to go out like this.
-Oh?
What am I supposed to feel, sorry for you now?
Or love?
That was over a long time ago.
-Don't you talk to me like that.
-What are you gonna do, shoot me?
Don't come to me now that you're afraid of not coming back
and expect me to make you my hero.
-OK, kid.
I'm sorry I spoiled your date.
-Waiting for someone, gentlemen?
Easy, easy.
Come on out.
Nice and easy.
Against the car.
Hands on your head.
Come on, hands on your head.
Move it.
[voice on police radio]
-Hey, where's Jake?
-He went to get some sodas.
[cocks gun]
[gunshot]
-Get down!
[gunshot]
[tires squealing]
[cocks gun]
[sirens blaring]
-Are you nuts?
There's a car coming!
-[SHOUTING] I know that!
[gunshot]
[tires squealing]
-[SHOUTING] Holy cow!
[sirens]
-That's the way Jake would have done it.
-So I guess you'll be moving again, huh?
-New name, new identity.
-And you didn't even make a fool of yourself
in front of some girl.
-I hope not.
You know, I don't know whether I'm
going to remember, or want to remember,
Chris Terranova in 10 years.
But I'm not going to forget Johnny Hartman.
-Neither will I.
-I'll tell you what.
If in five years you come out to the ball park
and you see a guy pitching that looks a lot like me,
come by and say hello.
-You'll sign me and autograph?
-Yeah, I'll sign you an autograph.
I don't know what name it'll be, but I'll sign you an autograph.
COACH WILSON: Fisher, get over here.
This is Fred Clairman from State University.
I've been telling them a lot about you.
I think I've piqued their interest.
-Uh, look, sir, I appreciate the offer and all,
but I gotta tell you something.
I've been through high school, and I'm a police officer.
I'm a cop, guys.
-So?
-Heh.
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