Check. Check.
I think this is working.
This is Roland Cavendish
speaking to you from the past where it is...
12:25 in the evening on October 10th.
If you're hearing this, then the Yankees won the Series,
and I'm...
well, I'm dead.
Murdered.
I know who did it, too.
And I also know that you are next.
Listen close to everything I say.
Hang on to my every word
and you may just get out of this alive.
[indistinct chatter]
[baseball game playing on radio]
[crowd cheering on radio]
[footsteps, door creaks]
[footsteps approaching]
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[woman] Marley, are you there?
[man] Yeah, I'm here.
Is it over? Is-- Is he dead?
Close. We tagged him, he's down, but he ain't out.
But don't worry, babe, we'll find him and finish him off.
-[woman] Where is he now? -[man] We're lookin' for him.
I told you, don't worry.
[overlapping dialogue]
-Claims it was an accident. -It'll be quick, painless,
lickity split.
This is Captain Quinn.
Are we-- Are we making a mistake?
-I got a bar to tend to here. -Really bad feeling.
This is Ron Willis. I got a stiff over here.
[phone ringing]
[man] Lewis. Lewis, are you there?
[radio announcer] It's the bottom of the fourth,
Del Crandall raps the first pitch for a single.
[crowd cheering]
Pafko singles, and Spahn follows with
the third successive hit. Three singles and...
[boogie woogie]
[music intensifies]
[grunts]
[music becomes more frenzied]
[frenzied music continues]
[cheers, applause]
[radio announcer] And again, the fans go berserk.
[crowd cheering]
Elston Howard pinch-hits for...
[thunder rumbles]
One man on base.
Here it comes.
Howard raps a home run in the right-field stands
for two runs.
[crowd cheering]
[thunder rumbles]
Bill Virdon, leadoff batter for the Bucs,
steals second, and goes on to...
[thunder rumbles]
...Yogi Berra's throw goes into center field.
Then Dick Groat, just recovered
from a fractured wrist,
raps a double into right field...
[thunder rumbles]
[crowd cheering]
[thunder rumbles]
[wind blowing]
[thunder rumbling]
[wind blowing]
[thunder rumbles]
Walter?
Oh.
[screams]
[moaning]
[nurse] She's been like this for hours.
Give me that sedative.
[moans]
This'll keep her out
until we can figure out just who she is,
and what she's done.
[moans]
[nurse] It's not like she killed anyone.
Poor dear.
Maybe she just needs some rest.
[doctor] Rest. Yes. We could all use some rest.
What she needs is to tell us the truth.
[thunder rumbles]
What are you-- Oh, Mr. August, it's you.
You're not supposed to be out--
Oh! [grunts]
[nurse] Help! Help!
[grunting]
Help! Help! Help!
[man groaning]
[woman] What do you think you're doing?
[man] Search every corner of this joint.
[woman] You can't just barge in here.
[man] I can barge anywhere I like, lady.
We're looking for a fugitive, man, in his 30s,
blond hair, about 6'2".
-Seen anyone like that? -[barks]
[woman] Why, that could be anyone.
-[dog barking] -[woman] Anyone at all.
[radio announcer] ...next man up, Duke Snider,
slugs a 1-1 pitch into the left field stands,
some 400-feet distant.
It's the Duke's 11th World Series homer,
a National League record,
and it puts the Dodgers out in front two to nothing.
[crowd cheering]
After Podres drives Wills home,
it's Dick Donovan hurling for the Sox.
Charlie Neal doubles to send Podres
and Gilliam across the plate.
[crowd cheering]
Donovan next faces Wally Moon,
and the Los Angeles fielder
slams his first homer of the Series
into the stands.
[crowd cheering]
Moon's four-bagger makes the score eight to nothing
going into the bottom of the fourth.
...for the loyal Chicagoans.
[tires screech]
...but hope revives, as the Sox counter-attack.
Mighty Ted Kluszewski...
[radio continues indistinctly]
[grunting]
[gunshots]
[screaming]
[siren wailing]
[gunshots]
[sirens wailing]
[grunts]
[panting]
[sirens wailing]
-[grunting] -[gunshots]
[horn honking]
[indistinct dialogue]
[motors rumbling]
[indistinct dialogue]
[sirens wailing]
[man] Down this way. This way!
[panting]
[woman] Help!
-[woman screaming] -[woman] The homicide division.
[man] It'll be on my terms, you've gotta follow me up.
[man] Down here. Down here!
There he is.
[panting]
Ah!
[groaning]
[grunting]
[Cavendish] Wait, wait, wait.
I, uh-- I think I got part of that wrong.
Let me go back.
Back to the beginning.
[tape rewinding]
...the Yankees had demolished a two-all tie
with a four-run onslaught.
[radio continues indistinctly]
[waves crashing]
[fire crackling]
[screeching]
[indistinct radio chatter]
...Roland Cavendish speaking to you from the past.
If you're hearing this,
then the Yankees won the Series,
and I'm...
well, I'm dead.
Murdered.
I know who did it, too.
Listen close and you may just get out of this alive.