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But sleep you can get when you're in your casket, and flowers look great on top of it.

A Jew probably wrote that.

Ain't gonna be a next time, Jackie.

Don't know why.

Then I will accommodate you.

Get out of here!

Playing ball, ump.

...Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers are doing exactly that.

The series in Cincinnati next week?

The Nigra ballplayer.

"About getting paid." Hear what he said? "it's about getting paid."

Why are you doing this?

Okay, guys, we got 20 minutes to check in and get to Shibe, so chop-chop!

Eight times in the Bible we're told to love our neighbor as ourself.

Your enemy will be out in force...

I'm Hermanski. Welcome to Brooklyn.

I bet he wishes he wasn't leading the League in hit by pitch.

I got family up there from Louisville.

Trouble, trouble, trouble.

Otherwise, Robinson will spend the year back in Montreal."

Hey, nigger! I'm talking to you!

He said more men were coming.

And think about this when your heads hit the pillows tonight.

You're getting close now, and the closer you get, the worse they'll be.

Oh, and that's a deep fly ball to left.

We ain't having no Nigrae mix with white boys in this town.

Hell, even your chauffeur.

...we'll try you down here...

Get off the field.

Jane Ann, are you out there?

...but he's coming.

For those of you just tuning in, how did we get here?

A request came in.

That's right. Been over some solid road together.

Good, Happy. What can I do for you?

Branch, it's Herb.

Well, it's like this:

Uh, he'd like his photo taken with you.

Well, we got a petition going on, Stank.

This'll be your home when Jackie has to travel.

Sit down. You sit down or I sit you down.

Did I say something funny?

"Okay, skipper. I'm a-gitting, I'm a-gitting, I'm a-gitting.

Why didn't you say so?

Oh, ho, ho, doctor!

- Get out of here! Get out! - Come on, Rickey, let him finish the story!

I have no choice.

- Y'all sure about this? - You wanna play ball with a nigger?

Little white boy pretending he is a black man.

Ed! You stay where I can see you.

Nice job, boys!

I don't like needing someone to be there for me.

My foot was on the inside of the bag, he was out, but he kept coming.

The flags of freedom fly over Europe.

My son says, uh, everybody in...

Thank you, Jackie.

I'm sure it's got a lot to say about a lot. Good night.

Mr. Rickey will be happy to make other arrangements for you.

Only on yourself, apparently.

- Why is that? - That is the rule!

Nigger! We don’t want you here

It takes a team.

So let's get out there and beat those, uh... Who are we playing?

With all due respect, sir, have you lost your mind?

Of course there is!

Nigger can't play.

I guess I can live with the change.

Hey, look at this.

Did my gram look happy?

I'll send you back to Schmeling and Goering...

What's the problem, Stank?

There are more coming right behind him every day...

Leo Durocher is suspended from baseball for a year.

It doesn't say how big you are or what religion you follow.

They returned home from fighting to free the world from tyranny...

- I was sleeping good. - Down in the kitchen?

...so the only thing keeping Robinson off the Dodgers now, plainly...

How about I just catch up with you later?

Roses and sleep are two wonderful things, Burt.

I thought you knew.

Come on, Spider, bring him in. Let's go.

I have to get down to Daytona.

Young Gene Hermanski steps to the plate, playing right today.

I'm gonna sit your manager, Branch.

Now batting for Montreal, number 9, Jackie Robinson.

This a white man's game.

You show him, Jackie!

Don't let them get to you.

- No. Get me up. - No, lay down, man. You're staying.

Ostermueller looking in for the sign.

...and I can't afford to ruffle their feathers.

"We must remember that all this country's enemies...

And here comes the pitch.

You tell that to all the little colored boys playing baseball in Florida today.

- Hung low. Now there you go.-

Spring training. It's where we work out our differences.

I think I might be sick.

Here's the windup. And...

That's you, not me.

Go on, let me talk to my first baseman.

That's not exactly a headline.

My brother look happy?