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Mm-hmm.

A little bit of magic time.

I feel it.

Yes, sir.

Terrific shot!
I'm in the goddamn woods again.

Goddamn.

Damn game.

I spend more time in the trees
than the squirrels.

Wizard Two?
Why not?

Uh-oh.

Not again.

I've had five heart attacks
in the last ten years.

My first was on a golf course
in South Carolina.

It wasn't all that bad.

A couple of doglegs that were more dog than
leg, but I-I'd- all in all, it was playable.

Assuming, of course,
you didn't die on the second hole.

The second coronary was at Augusta,
where they had the Masters.

Went down right
on the first fair way.

It was a good thing, too, 'cause those greens
probably would have been the end of many way.

My wife used to ask me,
before she passed on,

why do I play a game
that seems destined to kill me?

It all started
back in 1928...

when I was just a youngster
in Savannah, Georgia.

Jones and Hagen
are really goin' at it.

- They're like neck-and-neck
all the time. - Nuts.

- Was it 350?
- Nah. More like 400 with the roll.

I don't care how good
Jones and Hagen are.

Junuh could've beat 'em both
with his eyes closed.

Junuh won that thing
three times in a row.

Now when I was growin' up,
every town had its heroes,

and ours was Rannulph Junuh,
an athlete who was a born winner.

Well, I wanted to be
just like him.

Ladies and gentlemen, Junuh has the most
difficult shot in the history of golf.

He must sink this shot from 110 yards
to win the championship.

He steps up to the ball.

The crowd is hushed
in anticipation.

Can he make this miracle shot?
And he swings!

- Fore! Watch your heads!

Now I'd never seen him play
myself, since it was before I was born,

but it was said that Junuh had been on
track to becomin' the greatest golfer...

this country
had ever seen.

Titanic off the tee.

Approach shots which fell to earth,
as Sam Snead once put it,

"like a butterfly
with sore feet. "

He won just about everything.

But even he was the first to say
that his most significant victory...

was winnin' the heart
of Adele Invergordon,

daughter of
the wealthiest man in Savannah.

But fate plays funny tricks.

# The Yanks are coming
The drumsrum-tumming everywhere#

It was a patriotic call to arms to fight
"the war to end all wars. "

Junuh and everyone else in town
believed it was his destiny...

to lead the young men
of Savannah in to battle.

# Till it's over
over there##

#How ya gonna keep 'em
away from Broadway#

#Jazzin' around##

It was to be
his crowning glory.

But nothing could have
prepared him or anyone...

for the shock and sorrow
of what was to come.

- Positions. Get ready.
- Ready, Captain.

- Positions. Prepare to advance.
- Ready, sir.

Advance!

Confused, broken...

and unable to face return
to a hero's welcome,

Junuh just disappeared,

hopin' to forget...

and to be forgotten.

But Adele,
bein' a woman of the South,

had survived
worse than desertion.

And she moved on
with her life,

dedicatin' herself
to her father's dream.

What we have here is the most magnificent
golf resort on the face of God's good earth,

and I am buildin' it
right here in Savannah.

Krewe Island, legacy
to my sweet Adele.

And we'd like to use all of you
as our main suppliers.

I was ten years old
when Junuh came home.

Stop!

Less than a year later, the Great
Depression that swept the nation...

hit Savannah.

Jobs were lost, stores
and banks were shut for good.

And John Invergordon, havin' spent
his last dime on his great dream,

opened Krewe Island on what should
have been a glorious spring day.

#My consolation when blue#

#So just supposing that you##

- It might not have been a shot heard round the world,
- Oh, Daddy!

but it sure reached every nook
and cranny in Savannah.

I'll be putting some doors
and closets in the parlor.

With any luck, we could have
some boarders within a few weeks.

Hardy, you think you
can share your room with Cara Mae?

What about the store?

Oh, Jesus.

I've died
and gone to hell.

It's not as though
you got a choice, Adele.

Your Krewe Island golf resort
is dead and gone.

- You've got the gumption of a corn fritter, Neskaloosa.
- My gumption is not the subject.

Well, then what is the subject,
gentlemen? Huh?

If it's your offer to take Krewe Island
for one-tenth of what my father spent-

You are lucky to be gettin'
a dime on the dollar, Adele.

Just so you gentlemen can turn
right around and resell it...

to some Carolina paper mill
for a tidy profit?

The fact that you've most likely got the
deal in your pocket already is not my problem.

Maybe we should come back when
the shock of your father's passing...

isn't so- so-
Oh, God.

Don't bother.
I'm not sellin'.

You got a stack of debts that'd fill
every storage bay in the Cotton Exchange-

And I intend
to pay them off.

- In time.
- With what? Ball tokens?

With money people gonna spend once they know
that this is the premier resort in the South.

Did I miss somethin'? Did I? Or are we
not in the midst of a great depression?

There's still people with money, Neskaloosa,
and I'm gonna make sure they know about Krewe.

But how exactly do you
intend to accomplish that?

- How?
- Well, how?

How?
I'll tell you how.

I'm gonna have the greatest
exhibition match ever held...

on the greatest
golf course ever built.

Bobby Jones...
- Bobby Jones?

- will be playin' Walter Hagen...
- Walter Hagen?

- for the grand prize of $10,000.
- $10,000?

- You can't be serious, Adele.
- $10,000 for one weekend?

Well,

I'd make it more,
gentlemen,

but that's just about
all I believe I can raise...

if I sell
everything I own...

on this earth.

Except, of course,
Krewe Island.

Bobby Jones and Walter Hagen
are comin' to Krewe Island?

Playin' an exhibition
match for ten grand?

That's correct.

They don't know it yet, but
that's exactly what they'll be doin'.

Have you gone totally off your rocker?

Nobody has the right to call
Krewe Island "Invergordon's Folly. "

Nobody.
Good day, gentlemen.

Adele!

Nobody holds your father responsible
for this depression, Adele!

You're a damn fool, Adele!

Save your breath, Judge.
She'll sell to us.

You really think Bobby Jones and Walter
Hagen are gonna come to Krewe Island...

just 'cause Adele Invergordon
wants 'em to?

All four golf championships
in a single year.

The Grand Slam.
Simply amazing.

I don't believe that's ever been done
before in the history of golf, has it?

Well, no, it, uh-
It, uh-

It just takes
my breath away.

You don't impress me as someone who tends
to lose her breath, Miss Invergordon.

Did you know, Mr. Jones, that
reprobate Mr. Walter Hagen-

who I hear spends his every
minute chasin' after women-

has been approached about playin' in
next's month's $10,000 Krewe Island match?

No, I didn't.

But I'm not clear how this is an urgent
matter for the American Red Cross.

- Did I say that?
- At the front door.

May I speak candidly,
Mr. Jones?

I wish you would.

I've come here today to see you
because to the South, you are a hero.

They see you
as a young god.

brave, valiant, glorious.

One of the greatest golfers
in the world today.

I would say the greatest golfer
in the world today...

were it not for that unfortunate incident
last year when that profligate, Mr. Hagen,

whupped you by 12 strokes
on your very own course.

You say he's been invited to play
at Krewe Island next month?

She has a remarkable talent,
Mr. Hagen.

I was the one
who hit the ball.

I wonder if you might excuse us for
just a couple of minutes, Anna Mae?

It won't be long.

A charming woman, Mr. Hagen. Although she
gave me quite a fright for a moment there.

With so much weight distributed in front, I'd
have sworn she'd topple back to the floor...

before she ever
got to her knees.

I do admire
a man with your...

- vitality.
- Oh?

The South is in such an unfortunate place
these days, and Savannah most of all.

The memories of our disastrous defeat in
the War Between the States still linger,

and with them, the defeated, uncertain
men who returned lacking the vigor...

- we woman normally associate with your gender.
- Hmm.

And now, sadly,
here is Savannah,

teeming with the most
attractive young women,

and nobody,
absolutely nobody...

- to satisfy them.
- Hmm.

Except for, perhaps, Bobby Jones, who will
be playing in our Krewe Island tournament.

So he says, "It don't
matter what it is. It won't hurt you.

You just pop one in your mouth,
and you chew!"

I'm pleased to announce that
Mr. Bobby Jones and Mr. Walter Hagen...

have accepted
my golfin' invitation,

with enthusiasm.

This, of course,
is Miss Adele Invergordon's...

commitment to her father's
dream, possibly the most-

Not one to concede defeat easily,

Neskaloosa engineered a local
uprising against the tournament.

And I'm sure that you boys would think
I've been drinkin' too much blackjack tea.

'Course, these are our streets
that they're gonna be parkin' in.

They will tax the limits
of our constabulary-

Do you think one of them
damn rich Yankees...

gives a hoot about Savannah
or anybody in it?

- Now, now, now, now, now.

Now, we need the Yankee,

but we also need
someone from Savannah...

in the match,
one of us,

givin' Jones and Hagen
area run for their money.

Then they'll know
what we're made of.

We need someone from Savannah
playin' in our tournament!

What about Dougal McDermott?
He'd turn a trick or two.

He's a Scot. The only time he
comes into town is to get drunk.

Bobby Jones is from Atlanta.
- I said, Savannah!

The South.
There a I South.

Neskaloosa knew the golden
rule of politics better than anyone.

If you can't beat 'em,
lead 'em.

All right, all right. Hold it, hold it!
Hold it, everyone!

There's one person
we're forgettin'.

We all know there's one man who hits
gargantuan drives off the tee...

and has a lock picker's
touch around the greens.

Savannah's own Ender by
"Cottonmouth" Conyngham.

- Wait a minute! He's 80 years old!

He'd need one caddie
to carry his golf clubs...

and two to carry him!

- Junuh could whip 'em both.
- You're off your rocker.

Junuh couldn't whip a dead
possum in a gunnysack.

- That ain't true.
- Oh, yeah?

- What about Captain Junuh?
- Who?

Captain Junuh.

My dad says he's the greatest
golfer Savannah ever had.

- Hardy.
- Well, it's true.

You must've said it
a hundred times.

Sit down, son.
- The boy's got a point.

- Junuh's born and bred Savannah.
- Exactly!

And this is the point!
- I heard he just disappeared.

Forget Rannulph Junuh, assumin'
you can locate his whereabouts.

I hear he's so far gone, he wouldn't
know a putter from a pussy willow.

I know where
to find him.

You find him, Hardy,
and we will be there.

Fly, lad, with winged sandals
on your feet!

If I live to be
a thousand, which doesn't seem likely,

I'll never know where I got the courage
to call out like that.

But once I did,
I wasn't backin' down.

This could've been the stupidest idea
I've ever had.

Captain Junuh?

Captain Junuh?

This is Hardy Greaves, sir.

Get outta here with that.

Hey, just make sure you guys
save some of that money for me.

Whoa-ho-ho!
What have we here?

Well, well.

Look like we got
a new card player, gents.

It's all right, boy.
There's no need to be scared.

I ain't scared.

I've seen men drunk
plenty of times.

- Well, what do they look like?
- Well, they ain't much to look at.

At least not so much as they seem to
think it is. But it don't scare me none.

Gentlemen, we may be lookin'
at the only male in Chatham County...

who isn't completely
full of shit.

What's your name, son?

Uh, Hardy.
Hardy Greaves.

- You Frank Greaves' boy?
- Yes, sir.

What brings
you here, Hardy?

Maybe I'd better come back
when you're not so busy.

Busy? I thought you
were gonna say drunk.

But I'm not busy
and I'm not drunk.

Fact is, there ain't enough whiskey in the
state of Georgia to get me drunk enough.

Well, how drunk
is drunk enough,

�Captain Junuh?
- Whoo.

Good question, Hardy.
Come on over here, take seat.

I'll tell you how drunk
drunk enough is.

Aaron, you think you can find
the young man a bottle of Nehi?

Expect I could. Just as long
as I takes my money with me.

Now, the question
on the table...

is how drunk
is drunk enough?

And the answer is that it's
all a matter of brain cells.

- Brain cells?
- That's right, Hardy.

You see, every drink of liquor
you take kills a thousand brain cells.

But that doesn't much matter,
'cause we got billions more.

And first the
sadness cells die,

So you smile real big.

And then the quiet cells go,

so you just say everything real loud
for no reason at all.

But that's okay, because
the stupid cells go next,

- so everything you say is real smart.

And finally...
come the memory cells.

These are tough
sons of bitches to kill.

Well, there's a golf match
out at Krewe Island...

between Bobby Jones
and Walter Hagen,

and there was a meeting to see who would
stand up for Savannah in the match,

so I said you would.

That's why I'm here, so you can
beat Bobby Jones and Walter Hagen.

Hell, I'm a whole lot
drunker than I thought.

- I'll caddie for ya.
- You gonna caddie for me?

- Against Bobby Jones and Walter Hagen?
- Yes, sir!

- I'll caddie for you too.
- Aaron will carry the clubs.

- I'll carry the balls.
- And I'll carry them little wooden tees!

And I'll carry Junuh!

I wasn't jokin'!

I heard my dad tell how you won every golf
tournament there ever was in the South.

And how you hit
a drive so long...

that they made you stop playin' for 20
minutes just to measure it for a record.

And how you
used to swing righty,

but you was in the woods once by this
tree, and there was no room to swing righty,

so you borrowed
somebody's lefty club...

and hit the ball
six inches from the hole.

It's time for you
to go home, Hardy.

I ain't goin'.

Well, suit yourself,
'cause I'm goin' to bed.

Night, gentlemen.

- What the hell you doin' in my house?
- Trespassin', Junuh.

But on a matter of great importance-
to no less than Savannah herself.

Some delegate you got there.
Isn't it a little past his bedtime?

Isaiah 11:6:
"And a little child shall lead them. "

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, Junuh.

- So what's in it for you?
- Pride.

- The great city of Savannah, so close to my heart.
- So close to all our hearts.

Well, you're wastin' your time.
I'm not playin'.

Why is that?

I lost my swing.

Then find it. Goddamn it!

Because you're playin'! That's all there
is to it! Savannah needs you, Junuh!

- Why don't you get Dougal McDermott? He'll play.
- Balls!

We don't need some sawed-off
Scotsman poopin' drives out 40 yards...

in Jones' and Hagen's wake.

We need a man with
thunder in his fist,

a hero to boom that pill out
past those golfin' gods!

- We need a knight.
- You are our gentle-born chevalier.

That's one hell
of a speech, fellas.

I don't take no
for an answer.

Well, you're gonna have to,
'cause I'm not playin'.

Now get out.

Somethin' you picked up
on your travels?

He's not mine.

He's a little young for
a drinking companion, don't you think?

So, Adele,
what can I do for you?

- I think you know why I'm here, Junuh.
- I do.

A little late to be out lookin'
for romance, though, isn't it?

Would that do it, Junuh?

Would you play in the match
if I had sex with you?

Yeah, that would do it.

Well, that's good, Junuh.

Considering how in frequently we've seen
each other since you've been back,

I thought this was
gonna be more difficult.

Now, where would you
like to do it?

Right here is fine.

Don't worry about him.
He's out like a light.

Take an earthquake
to wake him up.

For an earthquake, you'd have to play
many more tournaments at Krewe Island...

and do quite well at them.

Well,

how do you suggest
we begin?

Shall I just run
and jump on you,

or would you like some
preliminary romancin'?

- Romancin' sounds good.
- Very well, then.

Here's one short kiss.

It is, I'm afraid, all the romancin'
I have in me at this time.

I do hope I haven't given the impression
that I'm cryin' over us, Junuh,

because I'm not.

You're not?

No, I'm not.

I'm cryin' over Savannah.

Savannah?

Over her pain and the pain
of her people.

- You're in tears over Savannah?
- I am.

I truly am.

Then who'd you take
your clothes off for?

Chattanooga?

Well.

This certainly has been
a colossal waste of time.

I didn't ask you
to come here.

No, you certainly did not, Junuh.

You know, if you ever get tired of sittin'
around and feelin' sorry for yourself,

a little golf might
just do you some good.

I've lost my swing, Adele.

Really?

Where'd it go?

You can open your
eyes now, Hardy.

Your education is over.

Go on home now.

Jesus.

- Who's that?
- Just me.

Just a man tryin' to find somewhere
to rest his tired feet,

takin' in some
of God's glories.

- My, what a night.
- I could've killed you out there.

Oh, no, sir.

See, I set myself
directly in front of you.

Judgin' by how you was hittin' them balls, I
figured that's where I'd be out of harm's way.

Excuse me, sir.

They say you can
tell a player by his grip.

If you want some food or somethin', you
can go on into the house, help yourself.

Oh, thank you kindly, sir.

Yeah.

Yeah, I always felt
a man's grip on his club...

is just like a man's
grip on his world.

- Look, is there somethin' you want?
- Five dollars guaranteed.

Guaranteed for what?

Well, there's a big match
comin' up with Mr. Jones and Mr. Hagen.

Fella gonna
be needin' a caddie.

You a caddie?

Well, that depends.
You a golfer?

Well, I don't need a caddie
'cause I'm not playin'.

I don't play anymore at all.

Oh. Well, thank you, sir.

- I'll take you up on that food you offered me.
- All right.

- Evenin', sir.
- Mm-hmm.

Don't make no sense, is all.

Man say he don't play no golf,
yet he out here this shade of night,

hittin' balls off into dark
where he can't even see 'em.

Yep, well, I've done things
that made less sense.

As we all have.

For $5 guaranteed,
I'm offerin' you my caddie services.

For $5?

You know the winner gets 10,000,
and the caddie's cut is 10% of that.

- So that's $1,000.
- I'll take $5 guaranteed.

- You don't want $1,000?
- You done already said you ain't even playin'.

And Lord knows how awful
you're gonna look if you do.

So $5 guaranteed sounds pretty good
from where I'm sittin'.

Yeah, the rhythm of the game
just like the rhythm of life.

Here.

Here!

- Oh, no, sir, I don't-
- Go on.

Go ahead.

Well, thank you, sir.

You know, some folks say you should put the ball in
- in the front of your stance.

Other folks say
you should put-

You gonna hit the ball
or are you gonna dance with it?

Actually, I'm kind of partial
to dancin'. Me and this gal-

Hit the ball.

So, you're a golfer.

Uh, no, I don't play golf.

Give me that damn thing.

Here, uh-
See, the trick is...

to find your swing.

What'd you say?

Well, you lost your swing.

We got to go find it.

Now, it's somewhere
in the harmony of all that is-

Ooh.

All that was-

Ooh. All that will be.

- Whoa.
- Ooo-eee!

I ain't seen a man
hit a ball like that...

since the North-South
Championship of 1916.

You know, they stopped play for
20 minutes to measure how far it went.

Bagger Vance the name.

Come on.
Let's hit a few more.

And that, they say, is
how Bagger Vance became Junuh's caddie.

Oh, yeah.
One more just like that.

Just like that one there.

I'm tellin' you the truth,
Wilbur Charles.

She was down to her
panties and brassiere.

And you were in the room
watchin' all the time?

You really think we're that
stupid that we believe...

Miss Adele got down to her skivvies
with you right in the room watching?

It's the God's
honest truth, Eugene.

Scalp me, shrink my head,
and roast it on the stake...

if that ain't
exactly what happened.

She thought I was asleep
the whole time.

And that ain't all.
Junuh's gonna play.

He said that?

Not in so many words, but-
Hey, look over there.

- Ain't that Miss Adele now across the street?
- Where? Where?

She just went into Louder's Notions.
I could swear it's her.

I'd know that
figure anywhere.

Well, as far as Junuh is concerned,
I guess that's just about it.

If we don't have someone from Savannah,
I will not support this match.

- All right.

I'll play in your
damn golf match.

I should've let you
finish what you started.

Now I got nothin' at all
to show for it.

Well, for the life of me,
I have no idea what you're referrin' to.

- I can explain it if you like

God bless Savannah.

The day that Jones
and Hagen arrived in Savannah...

was declared a holiday.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the first golf tournament-

That's O.B. Keeler.

He writes for the Atlanta Journal.

He goes wherever
Bobby Jones goes.

And that's Walter Hagen's man,
Spec Hammond.

They say Hagen
won't play without him.

And that's Grant land Rice, the most
powerful sports writer in the country.

And he's staying at our boarding house,
because he's nobody's man.

Aah!

Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, Jr.,
of Atlanta, Georgia.

Mr. Jones has won
13 national championships,

including four U.S. Opens
and five U.S. Amateurs.

He has also won all three British Opens
in which he has played.

For the first time
in history, last year...

he won the Grand Slam-

all four major golf
championships in a single year!

But what is not well-known
is that at the very same time...

he was winnin'
all his championships,

Mr. Jones was earning a degree
in engineering from Georgia Tech,

a degree in English
Literature from Harvard,

and a law degree from Emory
University here in Georgia,

all with distinction.

Mr. Walter Hagen-

Mr. Hagen has won
11 national championships,

includin' four British Opens
and five PGA's.

And in one stretch,

Mr. Hagen won 22 straight
professional championships.

That's work!

Mr. Rannulph Junuh-

Walter, I think
we're the under dogs.

Born and bred
in Savannah, Georgia!

Mr. - Mr. Junuh won the Georgia Amateur
at the age of 16,

makin' him the youngest man
to ever do so.

And until he left for
the war, was considered...

the South's premier golfer.

Mr. Junuh returned
from the war a hero,

decorated with
the Medal of Honor...

for survivin'
a deadly mission in which...

most-

Most- uh-

The rest of his company
were tragically defeated.

Boy, makes you think twice about
steppin' on his ball, doesn't it, Bobby?

Mr. Hagen.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Bobby Jones, Walter Hagen...

and our very own
Rannulph Junuh!

On behalf-

On behalf of the great
city of Savannah-