Hard Ball Page #3

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- Sister Wilkes.

- I'm Miss Wilkes.

- Do you teach here?

- Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just expecting...

an older woman.

- Well, I'm not a nun.

- Thank God!

I mean, that's great.

Is Kofi Evans and

Raymont Bennet in your class?

Are they in my class.

Yes, they're in my class.

I need them to play baseball

for the Kekambas.

Oh, yeah. That's something you

should take up with their mothers.

- But the kids told me--

- Both mothers agreed...

the boys would read one book before

they start baseball in the spring.

Hey, I got

no problem with that.

You know, I think reading's

real good for kids.

You work for

Smyth and Stevens Securities ?

- Yes.

- What deal did you blow?

What?

Well, I'm sure you're not

coaching this team by choice.

My associate, James Fleming,

is in New York for three weeks...

so I volunteered to help out.

I would have loved

to have coached that team.

I was away on business--

Canada--

the day Mr. Smyth

and Mr. Stevens chose the team.

Canada.

That must have been nice.

Lovely.

I was in the business part

the whole time though.

It's wonderful you're teaching

these boys to play baseball.

It's just a shame no one spends

any time helping them to read.

Listen, I'm Conor.

Elizabeth.

I'm only helping out

with the team for two weeks...

but I'm willing to get together

with you and help the boys out.

- Why don't we exchange numbers?

- I have a better idea.

I'll give you a copy of the book

the boys are supposed to be reading.

You read it, and then you can

talk to them about their reports.

God.

That would be great.

Conor O'Neill,

coach of the crack babies.

I can't coach that team.

I'm serious. I'm bailin' out.

- How'd it go with the nuns?

- God, she was beautiful.

You picked up a nun?

Shut up.

You still want your half

Of the Blackhawks seats I got?

Yeah. Where are they?

I'm gettin' them tomorrow.

Bring 'em to the baseball field

on Loomis...

tomorrow between 4:00 and 5:00.

Loomis?

That's the friggin' projects!

Don't screw me.

I'm not in the mood.

- I need that money.

- I'll be there at 5:00.

- Before 5:
00.

- O'Neill.

Easy, slugger, all right?

Relax.

You got some cabbage for me?

Can we talk outside,

without the bat?

Duffy, you knew my dad.

And I wouldn't be callin' in a favor

if I wasn't completely racked.

- You smashed up my bar.

- I'll pay you. I just need time.

It ain't my money.

Now, I can't carry you anymore.

I'll help with the book, take bets.

I'll bring in business.

No, that's not gonna work.

Listen, I gave them your name

because I couldn't carry you.

What?

Are you saying somejag-off goombah

is gonna come and break my thumbs?

Duffy, I'm desperate.

I'm coaching

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