[birds chirping]
-[liquid dripping] -[buzzing]
[car door opens and closes]
[♪ r&b music playing, Shirley Ellis "The Nitty Gritty"]
♪ Some folks know about it, some don't ♪
[inhales deeply]
♪ But sooner or later baby, here's a ditty ♪
Ah!
-[Rochelle] Morning, Coach! -Morning to you.
[yawns]
♪ Let's get right on down to the real nitty gritty ♪
♪ Now, one, two ♪
♪ Nitty gritty Now, yeah, boom ♪
♪ Nitty gritty Ooooowee ♪
♪ The nitty gritty ♪
♪ Right down to the real nitty gritty ♪
[birds chirping]
Hmm.
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
-♪ Double beatin' ♪ -♪ Double beatin' ♪
♪ Right down to the, nitty gritty, yeah ♪
-♪ Double beatin' ♪ -♪ Double beatin' ♪
♪ Right down to the, nitty gritty, yeah ♪
[Kai yawns]
-Morning, Coach. -[Hannah] Good morning.
-Morning. -[girl] Morning, Coach.
Wassup, bro? Dap me up.
-Hey, Dad. -Hey, LareBear.
[Luciana] Looks like Coach is playing favorites.
-[Junn] Okay. -Nepotism! [coughs]
[clears throat] Game day, folks! Come on, look alive!
[crowd cheering]
-[whimpers, cries] -[cat meows]
[indistinct chatter]
Oop! Wrong way, there ya go!
Ugh, I should've had that one.
Hey, you did the best you could, and that's all I ask.
Let's go, Pickles! Hurry up and lose, so I can come back in!
-Yuwen. -Just kidding!
We got a ringer! Go back! Back some more!
I got this, I got this, I got this!
[inhales sharply]
You can do it, honey. Like we practiced.
I got it, I got it, I... [grunts] Ow.
[Kai] I got it! [grunts]
Oh. She went for it.
-Out! That's game! Pickles, five-four. -Yeah!
-Oh, my gosh! We, we won! -[crowd cheering]
Oh, son of a...
Big congrats, Pickles! You killed it out there.
-Hey! Wake up! Coach is talking. -[snores, grunts] I'm awake!
-How are you on the team? Ew! -Don't touch. That eye's contagious.
Look, I know you've got a lot on your minds.
But I just want to say that I'm so proud of you all.
This is the best team, the best team I've ever had a chance to coach.
And win or lose, we are a family.
Sometimes, I, uh, I feel like I need you guys more than...
Well, more than you need me.
Aw. Precious.
[parents] Constructive criticism...
[whispering indistinctly]
[scoffs]
-Hey, Coach. -Oh, hey.
I... I just want to say, you're an amazing coach.
[all agreeing]
You've been great getting the kids to this point.
But we feel like, moving forward, we'll need someone more strategic.
Yes. Perfect word.
Okay. [stammers] I can work on it.
-More like Kai's dad. -[all agreeing]
[Terrence's Mom] I mean, Kai's dad is amazing.
Oh... [stutters] Uh, James?
I'm sorry, is this correct, James?
Hey, man, it's nothing personal, you know? [chuckling]
I played a little ball in college. [coughs] Division 1.
I just wanna make sure, is this, like, unanimous?
Dave? Lou? Huh? Barbara?
-Barbara, what do you think? Are you... -Oh. Um...
Yeah, she's nodding aggressively.
[all agreeing]
Well, we will just leave you two to sort out the details.
-[woman] Such a good sport. -[indistinct chatter]
Okay. I, uh, well, I understand.
Of course. Whatever's best for the team.
[sighs] Hey, hey, look, I know what these kids are up against, right?
They need someone who will prepare them for what comes next.
But just look at how far you got 'em, right?
You, you got 'em to the championship, man.
You... Wow! Who, who would have thought?
[Coach Dan breathes heavily]
-Mmm-hmm. Whoops! Okay. Brake, there... -[horns honking]
Brake, brake!
[Paula crying]
[sighs]
-I'm sorry. I can't do anything right. -It's okay, accidents happen!
-I believe in you! [sighs] -[door closes]
-Bye, Dad. -Oh.
-Ugh, Dad! -Can't a dad just hug his daughter?
-I gotta go. -Okay, okay.
-See you Friday. -Uh, bye, LareBear.
I can't wait to see your new place.
Yep. [chuckles]
-[door closes] -[sighs]
[Pickles member 1 through phone] Great game!
[indistinct chatter]
[all] Pickles!
[Pickles member 2] Nice, nice! Nice one!
[♪ melancholy music playing]
[breathes heavily]
[yawns]
[Kai] Just a little under it.
-Don't drop your shoulder. -[Laurie grunts]
-You're doing it, Laurie! --[Laurie laughs] I'm doing it!
[Kai grunts in pain]
-Kai! -Oh, no. OMG. Kai, I'm so sorry.
Kai! Kai, are you okay?
-So, you sure you're okay? -[chuckles]
It's fine, Coach. I'm good.
Oh, hey, James.
Oh, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Young lady, we're gonna talk later. Okay?
Dan, while I got you.
Uh, I was going through tomorrow's lineup and I have a few ideas. Just one second.
[grunts]
I don't wanna see your, your flippin' lineup idea.
-What was that, Dan? -What? Oh, nothing.
Just, uh, you know, admiring your, uh, your, uh...
Found it! [chuckles]
You know, so I couldn't quite figure out where to put Laurie.
Well, anyway, just trying to... Trying to help.
Oh, no, no. Laurie. Laurie. Laurie.
[tires screech]
Laurie! [pants]
[sighs]
[♪ alternative country music playing, Brandi Carlile "The Story"]
Hey, Dad. Are you comin' back?
No worries if not, I think I might stay late,
gettin' in those reps.
Uh, think I'm gonna walk home...
Unless you're coming within the next five to 30-ish minutes,
-'cause I can stay. -[inhales]
[doorbell jingles]
[singing] ♪ Stories don't mean anything ♪
♪ When you've got no one to tell them to... ♪
[bottle fizz]
[gulping]
Better not blow it. [burps]
[♪ upbeat music plays, CAMPFIRE "Off To The Races"]
-You're rude. It was a joke. -[crying]
-[Ira] Taylor... -What is it?
Heyooo, dude.
"Heyooo, dude." No, Tom!
-Hey, Dan. You never got my lineup idea. -Hmm?
It's all good. I got it right here, and I made copies.
Yeah! Go Pickles!
[Luciana] Oh, my gosh, you're so loud, that was right in my ear...
[Coach Dan] All right, gang, it's game day.
All that matters is that you try your best, right?
-[parents laughing] -I mean, let's be honest. Today is a wash.
But next year, [chuckles] we'll be leaving here with some hardware, baby. Mm.
Can you say it again? I wanna film it.
[woman] Kai's dad.
-[Tom] Uh, Coach? -All right, listen up, listen up.
I look out here, and I see a whole lot of people who underestimated us.
They don't respect us at all.
-Yeah, they think we're losers. -[Hannah gasps]
Yeah, that's right, Hannah.
And you know what? That's okay.
Yeah. Sometimes, you have to earn your respect.
Tonight is our moment for redemption.
[Frank] Coaches. Home plate meeting.
[sniffles]
Coach, you guys are down a player.
Uh, Rochelle hasn't shown up yet.
[sniffles] She's my favorite student.
All right, well...
Well, if you need the count or anything else, you come to me.
My field tonight. My field.
[crowd cheering]
[grunts]
Hey, Yuwen, stop!
[gags]
Hey, Coach Dan. Coach Dan. Dan the Coach, it's me, James. Look at me. Hey.
[Brian] Psst. Hey, little man. Over here.
I wanted to say that I'm sorry I yelled at you.
Friends again?
Mm. Yeah. Sure...
[loud rattling]
[grunting] Oh, Ira? Hey!
It's for charity, I... Ira.
-Hey, stop! No, no, no, no, no... -Stay there! Wait.
[grunts]
Coach, we need to change pitchers. Coach!
[♪ dramatic music playing]
-[grunts] -[gasps]
[crowd groan]
[indistinct shouting]
[stutters] I didn't mean...
[panting]
[Chicken-Kev] Quack!
[grunts] Stop, stop.
I'm coming for you, son.
Taylor! [screams]
-[Brian] Gotcha! -[gasps]
[grunting]
Don't be a-- Don't-- Don't be a tattle tale.
-Don't be a tattle-tale. Ira? -[pants, yells]
-[Ira screams] -I'm done. We're done. Ira?
[Ira continues screaming]
Taylor, where are you going?
We're in the middle of a game!
[whimpers]
[Coach Dan] Somebody cover home!
Tom, go home!
-Stop. Stop kicking me! No! -Hey, hey. Listen to me.
-No! Come back! -[Brian] Ira!
-Yo, corner that chicken head! -[Rinna] Don't move...
-Ira, I have asthma, I can't do this. -[Rinna] Ira.
-Psych! Lungs of steel! I'm perfect! -[groans]
Ira. Ira, where are you?
Ira!
-[grunts] -[grunts]
Ah. You're out.
-[crowd cheering] -[Tom] I did it! I mean, we did it!
-Whew. -[Borna] That was close.
Where did Taylor go?
[cheering]
Oh, my gosh! Oh! Way to work together! Great teamwork.
We got this.
[sighs] Two outs. Okay, okay, who's up?
Oh.
[inhales sharply] You can do it, honey!
-[Frank] Strike one! -[inhales sharply]
Strike two!
[sniffles]
Time, Blue.
Hey, kiddo. You having any fun?
Yeah, loads.
-Is your head... -[Random Dave] Coach! Wrap it up...
I'll take all day if I need to. I'm talkin' to my daughter here.
Oh, my gosh, Dad. Let's just play.
Hey, we aren't playing the game until you look me in the eye
and tell me what's goin' on.
Am I good enough?
It's never been about bein' the best. It's about trying your best.
Just relax and let the game come to you.
You got it, Dad.
[inhales sharply]
[Pickles player] Come on, Laurie! You got this.
[grunts]
[crowd] Oh!
[all gasp]
Laurie! Look. It's okay. I'm here, sweetheart.
-Dad's here. -[groans]
-Are you okay? -Did I get on base?
B... Yeah. Yeah, you did.
Wow!
[man] Yeah, walk it off.
Walk it off... Way to take one for the team.
[cheers] I made it!
[all] We got ice!
[Luciana] Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, you're up!
We know that you've got it.
-[cheering] -I got you all.
No pressure.
-[Pickles] Kai! -[grunts]
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[gasps]
Laurie! Go, go, go!
[screams]
-[all cheering] -[grunts]
[screams]
[panting, grunts]
Uh, Laurie, go, go, go, go, go!
[breathing heavily]
Go, Laurie!
[gasps]
-[fireworks whistling] -[♪ triumphant music playing]
[crowd cheering]
For the win.
[all] Run, Kai!
All the way! All the way!
Come on, keep going, keep going!
[gasps]
-[James] Bring us home! -[yelps]
Keep going! Push yourself.
No, no, no, don't slow down. Keep going!
-Back, back, back, back! -[James] All the way, all the way!
[Coach Dan] Go back!
[grunts]
[exclaims]
-[all gasp] -[gasps]
[James] Slide home!
You're out.
-[all groan] -[Pickles member] No, we're so close...
[woman 1] Sad.
-[indistinct shouting] -[breathes heavily]
[woman 1] She was safe! She was safe!
No out!
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, hey, hey, hey! The catcher doesn't have the ball.
The catcher does not have the ball!
Hey, hey! Back to your seat. Get off the field.
Are you serious, Blue?
-James. Let me handle this. -Then handle it.
You don't argue with the ump.
The catcher does not have the ball.
-[Coach Dan] Hey, respect the call, James. -And, Frank, are you happy now?
You really let this one go.
-[woman 2] Come on, Frank! -[Frank] Okay.
[indistinct shouting]
[grunts, whimpers]
[gasps]
Frankie-poo.
-[James] Whoa! -[Coach Dan yells] Ah-ha!
Frank, it's me. That's right.
You brought me into your world and now I'm here.
You're a real slob!
I'm not leaving until you... [grunts]
Francis!
Stop! I assessed the play. I made a call,
and now, we gotta live with it.
I gotta live with it. We all gotta live with it.
[Brian] Ira, stop! Stop it. Where are you going with the head?
-Where you going with my chicken... -[Chicken-Kev quacking]
This is my field!
-This is your fault, Coach. -[grunts]
You're just standing there! Defend your team, Coach!
Okay, okay. Come on, now. There's no need to use those words.
[crackling]
[yelps, yells]
[Ira yelling]
Hey, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Hey, hey! You don't touch the umpire!
-Hey, it... -You don't touch--
Sorry, Frank, it was just an accident!
I've had enough of you, Coach.
-You're out of here! -What?
-Frank, Frank, please, you're-- -Uh, uh, uh.
You are outta here! You heard me. Get outta here!
Frank. [inhales sharply] This is so unfair!
[♪ ominous music playing]
[screaming]
[Ira shudders]
[grunts, gasps]
We'll be taking that. Thanks.
[Taylor] Hey, ding-dong.
Let my brother go now!
[Brian] Wait, wait, wait!
Ouch! Ouch!
Whoo! Yeah!
[tires screech]
-[Rochelle] I don't wanna be a burden. -Burden. [blows raspberry]
I know you can take care of yourself, and I'm so proud of you for that.
-But I'm your mother. -Whoa. Yeah. Uh-huh, yeah.
I really don't like it when you brush me off like that. Oh.
Hey! Keep your hands off the game ball.
Oh, I'll put my hands on anything I want.
-No, don't touch that. -What? This?
Oops. I'm touchin' it!
-Oh, yeah, that's right. -Oh, my Lord.
-And I'm taking this! -Hey! Come on.
-Ha! Mine, now. Mine! This is my field. -Settle down, Coach!
You don't deserve the pretty grass.
Dad! Stop! Please.
[Coach Dan] I'm the one who puts in the work.
I'm the one who cares. [crying]
That's it. Knock some sense into him.
I hope you know you made the wrong call, sir.
[♪ tense music playing]
[all growling]
You're not allowed on the pitch. Not allowed.
So mad!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Back in the stands!
[Vanessa] Calm down, everyone.
[Zane growling]
-Control your child. -[Kerin shrieks]
I know I don't have a kid on the team. I just love the sport.
[crying]
-[gasps, screams] -I have a confession. You got it from me!
I knew it, you traitor! [cries]
[Luciana cries] I'm sorry!
[Kai cries]
Oh, there you are.
Look, come on. There's a chance we could still sort this mess out.
-I can't. -That's not how we do it.
-Now we gotta-- -I can't, Dad.
-[sniffles] I'm done. -Oh, whoa.
Hey, kid, what happened? You okay?
[sniffles]
No matter how much of myself I give,
I feel like I'm always making up for something.
Like's it's never enough.
Okay, look. I push you hard. I really do, it--
I just wasn't good enough.
It was my fault.
I'm sorry, Dad. I don't--
[sighs]
[stutters]
[sniffles]
[James] Look, um...
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say it,
but you are more than enough.
You hear me?
I love you, Kai.
I'm not leaving my team! I tried being nice, but no!
Stop, please!
[screams]
I do not like it and I do not want it to happen.
-Laurie! I got you. -[both grunting]
Ruining everything! Enough!
I played by the rules.
I tried so hard.
[both grunting]
[singing] ♪ We are the Pickles And couldn't be prouder ♪
♪ If you can't hear us... ♪
[crying]
♪ We'll yell a little louder ♪
-Oh, yeah! -Let's do it!
Come on!
[Pickles singing] ♪ We are the Pickles And we couldn't be prouder ♪
♪ If you can't hear us We'll yell a little louder ♪
[all cheering]
♪ P-I-C-K-L-E-S, we're the Pickles We're the best ♪
♪ We've got spirit, we've got dill ♪
♪ And we've got the cheers that kill ♪
[screaming]
♪ ...K-L-E-S, we're the Pickles We're the best ♪
♪ We got spirit, we've got dill ♪
♪ And we've got cheers that kill P-I-C-K-L-E-S ♪
♪ We're the Pickles We're the best ♪
♪ We've got spirit, we've got dill ♪
♪ And we've got the cheers that kill P-I-C-K-L-E-S ♪
♪ We're the Pickles We're the best ♪
♪ We've got spirit, we've got dill ♪
-[Laurie] Whoa! -[crying]
Personal space. I want personal space.
-Hold me back, Kate. Hold me back! -Don't hold him back.
[crowd clamoring]
Sit down, and watch your kids play baseball.
[growling]
[chokes]
Huh? Baby!
[yells]
Sorry, excuse me, sorry.
Escucha...
-[thunderclap] -[gasps]
[groans]
I can't lose my team.
♪ We'll yell a little louder We are the Pickles ♪
♪ And we couldn't be prouder If you can't hear us... ♪
It's just a game, Dad!
[yells]
[grunts]
[breathes heavily]
[soft thud]
I'm... I'm so sorry.
We're okay, Dad.
[♪ somber instrumental music playing]
[chuckling]
Oh, Zane! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Ow!
[chuckles] I'm hooked.
Sorry, I... Thank you so much, Mr. um...
Uh, Brown. Frank Brown.
Um, just Frank. We've had multiple conversations this week.
Oh, Frank. It's you.
Uh, it's just, you're wearing all this armor, you know? [chuckles]
I know.
Ah.
So, what's your next play, Ump? [chuckles]
Ew. What are y'all doing? Can we just please get back to the game?
-[both] Huh? -[clears throat]
Yes, okay. Show's over.
Got a game to play. Back in the stands, please.
Taylor.
-What do you need now? -I'm sorry.
Yes, I saved a child's life. Back in the stands, please.
Back in the stands. Coach!
I know. I know. Sorry I, I lost my temper.
I'll sit this one out, Frank.
All right, everyone. Let's play ball!
[man] Okay, honey, well, I guess that's settled.
Should we go back up to the seats?
[woman] Yeah, yeah.
[Taylor] I'm not gonna date again until I'm old.
Yeah! I mean, I knew I was gettin' that.
-[Laurie] Oh, man, great hit, Hannah! -Thanks.
And, Terrence, that pop-up to right field?
-I missed it, though. -Yes, true.
You were such a great coach, Laurie. No offense, Coach.
-[all laughing] -Borna, that is so rude.
[Ira scatting]
I've been told I'm an amazing ex-boyfriend.
-[snorts] Oh, my goodness. -[laughs] Could you imagine?
-Look! Cicada! -[Taylor] Ira!
-[Luciana] Ew! -[Vanessa] He not really bit that kid.
All I'm saying is, if he really did bite that kid,
maybe that little booger deserved it, you know? Sometimes you gotta get bit.
[laughing] Ah, you're serious. Yeah, um...
-[Rochelle] Hey, Mom. -You were amazing out there, sweetie.
-[whispers] You are the best on that team. -Mom.
I know, I know. But you're the best one.
Thanks, Mom.
-You want me to take a quick pic? -Of course. Everyone gather up.
[Odo] I got it.
-[cell phone beeps] -Say "Pickles."
-[all] Pickles! -[camera shutter clicks]
Whoo! Yeah!
-All that time, you never bit a kid? -What? No.
-I like when you're authentic, Frank. -Hey, Mom?
-Bye, Laur! -Bye!
-So, can I stay at your place? -I'm so down. Yeah.
I'll call your mom and let her know. We can do root beer floats,
-and we can watch a movie. -Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
-Hey, Dad? -Yeah, kiddo?
I think I wanna quit softball.
[♪ upbeat music playing, CAMPFIRE "Key To Life"]
[♪ music stops]
[♪ upbeat instrumental music playing]
[♪ music stops]