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If it softens at the sight of Jackie's skills...
You got this, Jackie!
...has purchased the contract of Jackie Robinson from the Montreal Royals.
- You a tough man, Jackie. - Let's get him out.
I'm supposed to just let this go on?
Mr. Rickey?
Hey, hey, hey!
He has a contract for you to sign.
Well, how about you?
I don't care who wrote it. It's in the damn papers!
What's he want?
But I promised my wife, Branch.
Mr. Rickey said to get you to Daytona Beach ASAP.
Bermuda grass grows so well here.
Mr. Rickey sent me to meet you. I'm gonna be your Boswell.
Sitting on a fastball?
How many times do you think Pee Wee's gonna score?
Mr. Rickey.
...but we're just not ready for that sort of thing here in Philadelphia.
Wouldn't sit in the back of a military bus. Fort Hood, Texas.
He's 12-8 on the season.
Were so gallantly streaming?
You can get on base and score.
You just mean that Robinson can't stay, right?
Hey!
It means someday you're gonna meet God...
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Come on, nigger, nigger, nigger!
"Flight to Pensacola leaves in an hour. Flight to Pensacola leaves in an hour."
Rae...
...prompting quite a rhubarb at the time.
Well, you can find good people every place.
You know what he was doing?
I'll pay you $600 a month.
One out. Bottom of the 1st.
They don't want us here.
Needless to say, Ostermueller being careful with him.
I mean, I can't believe it. I speak my mind, and they trade me.
Have pride, Jackie!
Give me the pen.
I just hope that our trial of fire has helped him along.
Mr. Pete Reiser steps up into the batter's box.
Robinson, can we get a photo?
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Look. Look, there he is, black as the ace of spades!
That agreeable?
Oh, 20 years, maybe more.
They can say all they want. We're just here to play ball.
Forty-odd years ago, I was a player-coach at Ohio Wesleyan University.
Second base! Second base!
One more! Strike him!
Helping to get the best out of the team?
Just, uh...
Shoot two! Shoot two!
Who's pitching tomorrow for the Pirates?
As long as you give me your word that you will do your very best for this team...
Jackie is very definitely brunet.
Because if they get there.. and motts not there..
And it's forgotten when the game's over.
No? You better.
I love you.
Brooklyn Dodger Declaration of Independence.
What are you asking me for then?
And the World Series means money.
You're here to get the nigger dollars for Rickey at the gate.
It does not know how you voted or the color of your skin.
A lot of folks around here feel the same way.
That ball's coming in a lot faster, Jack.
You mark my words and circle this date.
You didn't promise her you wouldn't manage.
Do what, Mr. Rickey?
Please, Mr. Rickey.
...but you cannot bring that nigger down here...
I don't got an attitude toward him.
Discussions concerning Japan's offer of surrender.
Chapman, the Phillies manager, seems to be chirping something out to Robinson.
Pretty typical stuff.
- He's going! - Runner! Runner!
He's changing the world and refusing to let it change him.
...as Robinson has willed himself into scoring position.
Who put you up to this? Is it the Phillies?
- Is he a liar, Jackie? - Go!
You'll stay here, Rachel.
Still a bunch of niggers out there
- Play ball! - Don't let them get to you!
No.
Heh, "superhuman"?
Come on, Jackie!
- We'll just have to wait and see. - Wow, that would be great.
No law against it, Clyde.
And what'll happen then, coach?
...and their Minor League affiliate, the Montreal Royals.
Ooh, ha, ha.
These men have to live with themselves.
When that ball comes, that right foot, just pop that.
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Come here, baby.
...number nine, Jackie Robinson.
Now batting, number 42...
Now, just see this photo come in even slower.
We had a Negro catcher. Best hitter on the team.
But I didn't go to school just to eat my lunch.
No score, with the bottom of the 8th coming up.
Joe and Duff Harris live here.
So you have no objection to him?
Hit a home run, Jackie!
We'll use a bat.
- You boys heading out? - Uh, Chicago.
Robinson's having a fine rookie standard...
Come on, Jackie.
Let's go, Hig!
Hey, all right!
Some clerk won't give you the pen to sign in with.
Jackie, you son of a gun, I could kiss you!
Nigger, nigger, nigger!
Scorecards, get your scorecards here!
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