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Little bit of magic time.

I feel it.

Yes, sir.

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

Goddamn.

Damn it.

I spend more time in the trees
than the squirrels.

Wizard Two? Why not?

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.

Couple of doglegs
that were more dog than leg,

but 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 fairway.

It was a good thing too,

'cause those greens probably
would have been the end of me anyway.

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 neck-and-neck all the time.

Nuts.

- What 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.

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! Fore!
- Look out!

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 becoming 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 winning the heart
of Adele Invergordon,

daughter of the wealthiest man
in Savannah.

But fate plays funny tricks.

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
into battle.

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.

Sergeant, advance!

- Advance!
- Advance!

Confused, broken...

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

Junuh just disappeared.

Hoping to forget...

and to be forgotten.

But Adele, being a woman of the South,
had survived worse than desertion.

And she moved on with her life,
dedicating herself to her father's dream.

We have here the most magnificent
golf resort on the face of God's earth,

and I am building it here in Savannah.

Krewe Island. Legacy to my sweet Adele.

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

Thank you very much.
That's quite an opportunity.

"People don't obey it, we'll repeal it."

Well, then repeal the Ten Commandments.
They don't obey that!

And yet no law or statute--

I was ten years old when Junuh came home.

And the men take their tipple
from the Ripple of the real.

The boys, they go home sober...

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, having spent
his last dime on his great dream,

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

It might not have been
a shot heard round the world...

Oh, Daddy.

...but it sure reached
every nook and cranny in Savannah.

- Amen.
- Amen.

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

With luck, we could have 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 here, Adele.

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

If it's your offer to take Krewe Island
off my hands

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 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 the tons of 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 out there with money,

and I'm gonna make sure
they know about Krewe Island.

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.

- What?
- $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
in the history of golf, has it?

No, 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 playing in next's month's

$10,000 Krewe Island exhibition 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.

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 women
normally associate with your gender.

And now, sadly, here is Savannah,

teeming with
the most attractive young women

and nobody,
absolutely nobody to satisfy them.

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 golfing 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.

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, we need the Yankee,

but we also need someone from Savannah
in the match,

one of us, giving Jones and Hagen
a real 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. The real South.
- Yeah.

Neskaloosa knew the golden rule
of politics better than anyone:

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

All right. Hold it! Hold it, everyone!

There's one person we're forgetting.

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
Enderby "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 that is the point!

- I heard he just disappeared.
- Whatever happened to him?

Forget Rannulph Junuh,
assuming 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 backing down.

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

Captain Junuh?

Captain Junuh?

This is Hardy Greaves, sir.

- You're crazy.
- Get outta here with that.

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

What have we here?

Well, well.
Look like we got a new card player, gents.

It's all right, boy.
You don't need to be scared.

I ain't scared.
I've seen men drunk plenty of times.

- What do they look like?
- They ain't much to look at.

At least not so much as
they seem to think it is.

But they 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?

Hardy. Hardy Greaves.

You Frank Greaves's 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.

There ain't enough whiskey in Georgia
to get me drunk enough.

How drunk is drunk enough, Captain Junuh?

Good question, Hardy.
Come over, take a 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.

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 Jones and 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 joking!

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 playing
for 20 minutes

just to measure it for a record.

And how you 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?

Trespassing, 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 wasting your time.
I'm not playing.

Why is that?

I lost my swing.

Then find it. Goddamn it!

You're playing! That's all there is to it!

Savannah needs you, Junuh!

Yeah!

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

Balls! We don't need some
sawed-off Scotsman

pooping drives out 40 yards
in Jones and Hagen's way.

We need a man with thunder in his fist,

a hero to boom that pill out
past those golfing 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.

Something 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 looking
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 infrequently we've
seen each other since you've been back,

I thought this was gonna be
a more difficult problem.

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 romancing?

Romancing sounds good.

Very well, then.

Here's one short kiss.

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

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

because I'm not.

You're not?

No, I'm not.

I'm crying 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 would 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 ever get tired of sitting around,
feeling sorry for yourself,

a little golf might just do you some good.

I've lost my swing, Adele.

Really?

Where did 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 trying to find somewhere
to rest his tired feet,

taking 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.

- All right.
- Evenin', sir.

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 in the dark
where he can't even see 'em.

Well, I've done things
that made less sense.

As we all have.

For five dollars guaranteed,
I'm offerin' you my caddie services.

For five dollars?

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

So that's $1,000.

I'll take five dollars guaranteed.

You don't want $1,000?

You already said you ain't playin'.

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

So five dollars 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 the front of your stance.

Other folks say you should--

You gonna hit the ball or dance with it?

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

Hit the ball.

So, you're a golfer.

No, I don't play golf.

Give me the damn club.

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--

All that was--

All that will be.

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

since the North-South Championship
of 1916.

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. Give me 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'd 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 like a walnut,
and roast it on a stick

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?

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 nothing to show for it.

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

- I can explain it if you like.
- I don't believe that will be necessary.

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 Grantland Rice, the most
powerful sportswriter in the country.

And he's staying at our boardinghouse,
'cause he's nobody's man.

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

Mr. Jones has won
13 national championships,

including four US Opens
and five US Amateurs.

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

For the first time in history, last year,
won the Grand Slam--

all four major golf championships
in a single year.

But what is not well known is that

at the same time
he was winning 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 PGAs.

And in one stretch, Mr. Hagen won
22 straight professional championships.

That's work!

Mr. Rannulph Junuh--

Walter, I think we're the underdogs.

Born and bred in Savannah, Georgia!

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...

...the rest of his company
were tragically defeated.

Makes you think twice about
stepping 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--

Sure is some storm a-brewin'.

So, where you off to?

However far it takes.

You don't expect me
to stay around here, do you?

No, not me. I consider it
one of the six great miracles of the world

you was even there at all today.

Let me help you with these things.

You heard Adele. Bobby Jones
never finished lower than second

in any tournament he ever played in.

I believe Miss Adele said
he finished lower than second once.

Must've been the week
he took his law exams.

Yeah, I believe it was.

You gonna be needin' these shoes
where you're goin', Mr. Junuh?

- They look like they just about my size.
- Keep 'em.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Yep, sure is some storm headin' this way.

It's a real pleasure
to welcome you to our home.

It's a pleasure to be here, ma'am.
Thank you.

Hardy, you take his belongings
up to his room.

- Come right back. I got chores for you.
- Yes ma'am.

Expect this is the most
exciting sportin' event ever.

- Ain't it, Mr. Rice?
- Why is that, son?

Why? 'Cause of Jones and Hagen.
They's out for blood.

Oh, I didn't come for Jones or Hagen.
I came for Rannulph Junuh.

You come all the way down
from New York City to see Junuh?

I saw Junuh play once.
Then he disappeared.

I'd love to see him play again,
especially against Jones and Hagen.

Go get 'em, Junuh! You go get 'em!

God bless you, Junuh!
Show 'em what Savannah's made of!

Go get 'em!

- Go get 'em, Junuh!
- Hey, Junuh, give 'em hell!

- "Give 'em hell."
- You can do it!

- Show 'em what you're made of!
- Junuh, make us proud!

Damn.

So I takes it you is interested
in bein' Mr. Junuh's forecaddie.

No.

No?

No.

No?

Well, maybe I was,

but I guess I just ain't got the nerve
to ask you yet.

I ain't got time to wait till you does,
so this here what I'm proposin'.

I'm gonna assume that just about
the moment you gets up the nerve to ask me

gonna be just about the same moment
I decide I'm gonna tell you yeah.

How that suit you?

That suits me just fine, sir.

Folks call me Bagger.

Yes, sir, Bagger, sir.

You may want to get to pickin'
the crud out of Mr. Junuh's shoes.

You through with that,
we got measurin' to do out on the course.

Junuh knew now that if he were to have
any chance at all in the tournament,

he had no choice
but to come to terms with his demons.

The only question in Junuh's mind

was which demon
was givin' him the most aggravation--

Bagger Vance or Miss Adele Invergordon.

Mr. Jones? Could you hold, please?

Thank you very much, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Hagen.

How are you this evening?

- Okay.
- Anytime now. Right there.

- Oh, dear.
- That's very nice.

Thank you very much, Mr. Hagen.

Dance and a picture, sir?

Thank you very much.

That's it. Very nice.
Look right over here.

Big smile.

No, don't stop dancin'. Stay together.

Just pretend there's music.
Keep goin'. Keep goin'.

Look right over here. Okay.

Give me a smile.

Thank you very much.

- May I have the pleasure of this dance?
- Of course.

Longer.

A little shorter.

How's that?

Yeah, that's good.
One stride equals a yard.

You go on over to the tee
and start countin'.

Top golfers always tried
to get a leg up on the competition

by havin' the men they trusted most
sneak onto the course at night

and do their own measurements.

So Bagger and I walked the course
that night, measurin' away.

Bagger never wrote down a number.
He filed it all in his head.

Hit one a little harder.

Go on, do that again.

Yeah, right here
is where this game is won,

right here on the green.

But first you got to see it.

Sun gonna be there in the mornin',
over there in the afternoon.

Funny thing is, the blades of grass
are gonna follow the sun.

The grain is gonna shift.

That same putt...

is gonna go one way in the mornin',
t'other in the afternoon.

One way in the mornin',
t'other in the afternoon.

You see that?

Yeah, a golf course
put folk through quite a punishment.

It lives and breathes just like us.

Do you think Junuh can win?

Yeah, if he can find his authentic swing.

Authentic?

Go on, hit one more for me.

Yep, inside each and every one of us
is one true, authentic swing.

Somethin' we was born with,
somethin' that's ours and ours alone.

Somethin' can't be taught to you
or learned.

Somethin' that got to be remembered.

Over time,
the world can rob us of that swing.

It get buried inside us under...

all our wouldas and couldas and shouldas.

Some folk even forget
what they swing was like.

Some folk even forget
what they swing was like.

Keep swingin'.

But I don't have any balls.

Don't worry about hittin' the ball
or where it's gonna go.

Just swing the club, feel the club.

Now close your eyes.

Close my--

You can't make that ball go in that hole.
You got to let it.

I want you to feel that club,
feel the weight of the club.

Settling on the perfect line,
droppin' down soft as butter.

Listen to the sounds of the night.

You just keep swingin' that club till
you feel the breeze comin' off the sea.

Inside every one of us is one true,
authentic swing.

You just keep swingin' that club...
...true, authentic swing...

...you're part of the whole thing...
...somethin' you was born with.

Take a deep breath. That's a good thing.
Listen to the sounds of the night.

I don't feel a thing.

You just keep swingin' that club
until you're part of the whole thing.

That's a good thing.

Can you see it?

All right, time to go.

Why?

They say that God
is happiest when His children are at play.

Well, it certainly seemed like
God was in fine spirits

when the day of the match dawned.

People came from far and wide.

There wasn't a room to be found in either
boardinghouse or the Krewe Island Hotel.

The match had been designed
as the ultimate championship--

36 holes on Saturday

followed by another grueling
36 holes on Sunday.

Good luck today.

Where's Hagen?

Oh, he'll be here.

Hey, you--

Hello, Mr. Junuh. How are you?

- Bob, how are you?
- Walter.

They do put on a splendid show,
don't they, O.B.?

I hear that later today
they'll even be hittin' some golf balls.

Ladies and gentlemen.

By virtue of the draw,
Mr. Jones will hit first,

Mr. Hagen second, and then Mr. Junuh.

And then suddenly, in that moment,

I felt as if I could hear
the earth breathin' beneath me.

Junuh hit a promising opening drive,
and I was sure he was on his way.

Nice shot. Absolutely.

It's hard to imagine three more different
approaches to the game of golf.

Bobby Jones's swing
was a study of grace in motion.

He had a way of making
the difficult shots look easy

and the easy shots look even easier.

Hagen, on the other hand,
hit more bad shots in a single game

than most golfers do in a season.

But Hagen had long ago learned one thing:

Three lousy shots and one brilliant shot
can still make par.

And Junuh? Well, even now
I can't think of it without wincin'.

- Beach.
- Go, ball, go!

Yep. Beach.

We sure got lovely weather for it
this morning, though, don't we?

Let me get that from you, sir.

Any ideas?

About what?

Could you give me a club?

Yeah. That's a good one there.

What the hell's wrong with his grip?

By the end of five holes,
Junuh was five strokes behind

with 67 holes to go.

And things would've been a lot worse

if it weren't for
Junuh's shot on the sixth.

It was a birdie,
one stroke under par for the hole,

moving him to four behind Jones and Hagen

and his only glimmer of hope
for the entire round.

I think I found my game.

Good news, Mr. Junuh.

Now all we gots to do is
figure out what game that is.

By the 18th tee,
at the close of the morning round,

Jones and Hagen were neck and neck.

And as for Junuh--

This is becoming embarrassing.

Oh, no, sir. It's been embarrassing
for quite some time now.

Make a suggestion to you?

What now?

Why don't you just hook it out of bounds?

Yeah. Just carve it out
over them pretty trees into the ocean.

Really, just do what you been doin'.

Then you'll be so far out the match,

man, we can just relax,
enjoy ourselves the rest of the way.

Yeah.

What you waitin' for? Go on.

Just hook it to hell and gone.
Put yourself out your misery.

You want to quit, Mr. Junuh?

You can just go ahead
and creep off somewhere.

I'll tell folk you took sick.

Truth be told,
ain't nobody gonna really object.

They'd probably be happy
as bugs in a bake shop

to see you pack up and go on home.

You know I can't quit.

I know.

Just makin' sure you know it too.

Man alive! The fairway.

Hello, Bagger. Hello. Mr. Bagger Vance.

I want an explanation.
It better be a good one.

What on God's green earth
are you tellin' him?

I'd be most appreciative
if we could talk about this later.

Right now I'm busy assisting Mr. Junuh.

You have done
a hell of a job of it so far.

Okay, okay.
Let me talk to him, Neskaloosa.

Mr. Vance, I think what the judge
is trying to determine here

is what exactly your strategy is
for helping poor Mr. Junuh find his game,

because to the untrained observer
it appears

you know as much about being a caddie
as I do about driving a locomotive.

Oh, y'all want to know my strategy.

Well, right now my player
is a little confused about who he is.

See, he still thinks he's Rannulph Junuh.

He is Rannulph Junuh, you damn twit!

Well, he is and he ain't.

Thank you.

Anybody drinkin'?
Here. I'm gonna get a drink.

It'll come.

I had me an uncle named Rufus.

Lost his right arm in a cotton gin.

Learned how to do everything
with his left arm.

He was changing a wheel on a wagon.

Axle snapped, chopped off his left arm.

So he learned how to do everything
with his teeth.

- It was a mistake.
- One night he says some things

to Mr. Johnny he shouldn't had said.

Mr. Johnny
knock all the teeth out his head.

"Savannah's own." Savannah's own what?

So he learned how to do everything
with his feet.

Up till he got this fungus.
It grew all up--

Stop it.

I'm trying to tell you a story
about overcoming adversity.

Listen, you want to talk to me
about my grip, fine.

Talk about my swing, fine.

You don't wanna hear about the fungus?

He became a dancer. Oh, he made a fortune.

It was the most amazing thing
to see this armless, toothless man

sliding back and forth across the stage
to the music of Bessie Smith and the Duke.

I don't care if I'm 12 strokes back.
I just don't.

You don't even want to win?

It's just a game, Bagger.

Yes, sir. You done said it yourself now.
Just a game.

So maybe, just maybe,
there is something else that's rilin' you.

Maybe you thought you was just
gonna sashay out onto that green

and the old hero of Savannah
just reappear all by hisself.

Don't work that way, is all.

The Junuh you was,
you ain't never gonna be again.

Ever. That's all I'm sayin'.

- You don't know a damn thing about me.
- Well, I know one thing for sure.

You gonna look pretty foolish
with two different shoes on your feet.

Ah, Jesus.

You got an answer for everything,
don't you, Bagger?

Let me tell you something.

There's no difference
between winning and losing

and anything in between.

What's lost is lost.
A man lives. A man dies.

And in the end it all turns out the same.

You're alone.
And that's all you're ever gonna be.

Is that a fact? Alone.

So, a soul is born
with everything that the Lord can give it,

and things don't go its way,
so it just gives up,

and the good Lord takes everything back?

- That's right.
- And then the soul dies. Alone.

Was that pretty much what you sayin'?

That's right.

That's a sad story, Mr. Junuh.

Yes, it is.

And that's just about the dumbest thing
I heard any fool say ever.

You got yourself a hard eye there,
Mr. Junuh.

Soul is born with everything, dies,
and the good Lord--

You a funny man, Mr. Junuh.

Now, what I hear,
Bobby's just waitin' to make his big move.

He doesn't wanna peak too early.

You think Walter doesn't know that?

He's keeping pace with Bobby
step for step.

And when Bobby kicks his game
into high gear,

he's in for a big surprise.

What about Junuh?

What about him, son?

Well, there's still three rounds to go.
And that's 54 holes.

All he's got to do is pick up one stroke
every four holes, and he wins.

It's possible.

Well, it's possible, Son,
but it's not very likely.

I've been told that Junuh has shown
no signs of gettin' his game together.

He's playin' Bobby Jones and Walter Hagen.

What do you know?
You can't even get yourself a decent job.

Hardy! Hardy Greaves, you come back here!

Let him go, Ida.

Been a hard time for the boy.

There something you wanted to tell me?

Well, I'm tryin' to think
of how to say it, Junuh.

There is a purpose to this visit,
and that's to apologize.

But I'm not a naturally apologetic woman,

so it takes me longer
to get my thoughts in order.

I want to seem properly contrite for
having gotten you into this golf match,

but not seem that what I did
was ill-intentioned, because it was not.

What exactly are you apologizin' for?

For publicly humiliating you.

Well, that'd be a good thing
to apologize for.

However...

I think that--

Basically, what I'm trying to say is...

is that I'm sorry.

But it's not my fault.

You're the one to blame.

That's one hell of an apology, Adele.

I'd stop the tournament in a flash
if I could.

I truly, truly would,
because I know it's just gonna get worse.

And the way you're playin',

you're simply destroyin' any chance
Jones and Hagen have of playin' well.

And your supporters, who are every man,
woman and child in Savannah,

are so demoralized that
they can barely hold down their lunches.

So, you want my apology or not?

No.

Well.

That's the Junuh I know.

Just full of little surprises.

What was it, Adele?

What did you like about us?

I liked the way we danced.

What's your problem?

And they was just lookin' at me
like I was stupid or crazy or something

to think that you could beat Bobby Jones
or Walter Hagen bein' 12 strokes behind.

Even though I told them all you had to do

was pick up one stroke every four holes
over the next 54 holes, right?

Yeah, right.

And who do you think was tellin' me
what a hopeless case you was the most?

My very own father, who says
that he was a good friend of yours

until you lost your mind in the war.

He's right.

You can't win?

He was a good friend of mine.

He's sweepin' streets, Captain Junuh,

in the middle of Savannah
where everybody can see him.

Me, my friends and everybody.

You feelin' sorry for yourself
because your daddy's got to sweep streets?

He ain't the only man who can't get work.

Wilbur Charles's dad
can't get work neither,

but he says he'd rather do nothin' at all
than something beneath his dignity.

Oh, grow up, Hardy.

It ain't time for me to grow up,
Mr. Junuh.

Your daddy's out sweepin' streets
because he took every last dime he had

and used it to pay up
every man and woman he owed

and every business who worked for him,

instead of declaring bankruptcy
like everyone else in town,

including your best friend
Wilbur Charles's dad, Raymond,

which is why he's able to sit around
all day long on his dignity.

Your daddy stared adversity in the eye,
Hardy, and he beat it back with a broom.

You really love this game, don't you?

The greatest game there is.

You really think so?

Ask anybody. It's fun. It's hard.

You stand out there on that green,
green grass,

and it's just you and the ball,

and there ain't nobody
to beat up on but yourself.

Just like Mr. Noonan keeps hittin' himself
with a golf club every time he gets angry.

He's broken his toe three times
on account of it.

This is the only game I know
you can call a penalty on yourself--

if you're honest, which most people are.

There just ain't no other game like it.

I better get goin'.

In case you didn't see that,
remind me when we're out there.

I'll show you where it's at
when your second shot catches up to it.

Oh, yes. Greatest game there is.
Right, Hardy?

Yes, sir.

The greatest game there will ever be.

Just you and the ball.

All by your lonesome.

I think it's time.

Time for what?

Time for you to see the field.

The field? I see the field.

It's 445 yards long.
It's got a red flag at the end of it.

- It's 12 strokes ahead of me. Come on.
- That ain't it.

'Cause if you was seein' the field,
you wouldn't be hackin' at that ball

like you was choppin' weeds
out from under your front porch.

Just give me the club.

Sorry I brung it up.
Here, you gonna take that. Hack away.

All right. What's the field?

Fix your eyes on Bobby Jones.

He's a piece of work right now.

Give the man room.
Knock it out there, Bobby.

Look at his practice swing.

Almost like he was
searchin' for somethin'.

Then he finds it.

Watch how he settle hisself
right into the middle of it.

Feel that focus.

He got a lot of shots
he could choose from.

Duffs and tops and skulls.

But there's only one shot
that's in perfect harmony with the field.

One shot that's his authentic shot.

And that shot is gonna choose him.

There's a perfect shot out there
tryin' to find each and every one of us.

All we got to do
is get ourselves out of its way.

Let it choose us.

Look at him. He and the field.

You can't see that flag
as some dragon you got to slay.

Got to look with soft eyes.

See the place where the tides and seasons
and the turnin' of the earth

all come together.

Where everything that is...

becomes one.

You got to seek that place
with your soul, Junuh.

Seek it with your hands.
Don't think about it. Feel it.

Your hands is wiser
than your head ever gonna be.

I can't take you there, Junuh.

Just hopes I can help you find a way.

Just you, that ball...

that flag...

and all you are, seek it with your hands.

Don't think about it. Feel it.
You're lookin' at it, Junuh.

Feel it.

It's just you, that ball...
...in perfect harmony...

It's the home of your authentic swing.
That flag...

and all that you are.

Even the blind squirrel
finds an acorn now and then, Bobby.

The rest of that afternoon is a blur.

Junuh kept asking
question after question about the field,

while Bagger just acted like
nothin' much had happened

and kept makin' remarks about
how much Hagen's socks must have cost

and how long to dry tobacco leaves
before they make a good smoke.

But somehow in the middle of it all,
Junuh started playin' golf.

As the day and the second round
came to an end,

there was genuine excitement.

I do so enjoy this little game.

Why don't you ladies freshen up.
I'd love you to join me for dinner.

- Hello, Hugh.
- Walter.

Junuh.

- I'll have a double scotch.
- All right, sir.

Pretty entertaining out there today, huh?

That's what the people want.
Entertainment.

I got a proposition, Junuh.

Exhibitions are the thing now.
Five, ten grand for two days' work.

How'd you like to go on tour with me?
We'd have good matches.

I'd expect to win, of course.

But then we'd split the money
70-30 afterwards.

You'd get the 30.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not just lookin'
for another payday here.

I couldn't breathe
if it weren't for this game of golf.

I once had the next king of England
hold the pin for me while I putted.

Did you know that?

I did.

Yes, I've paid back everything
that golf gave me several times over.

And now I'm on the receiving end.

It's the good life, Junuh.

- Why me?
- The crowd likes you.

I think we have a lot in common,
you and I.

We've got no illusions
that there's anything out there

really worth gettin' riled up about.

The meaning of it all
is that there is no meaning.

You'd be good company.
That's all I'm sayin'.

Thanks, Walter. I'll think it over.

I admire the way you're dealing
with this match, Junuh.

Fighting the way you are. It's damn noble.

But no matter how good a fighter you are,

just remember, I can ask the king
to hold the flag for me when I putt,

but he's not gonna give me his crown.

Neither is Bobby, and neither am I.

I'm not asking for your crown, Walter.

If I wanted it bad enough,
I'd just take it.

Was there something you wished to discuss?
Because this might not be the right time--

I can win, Adele.

I can beat both of 'em.

Look into my eyes
and tell me what you see.

Determination. Pure determination.

Panic, Adele. Pure panic.

I'm eight strokes behind the two greatest
golfers in the history of the sport.

They've never blown a lead in their lives,
and I'm gonna win. You know why?

- Panic?
- That's right.

Oh, Junuh.

- You don't by any chance--
- Yes.

I ought to go back to my guests.

Yes. I should go back to my guests.

You will stay in touch?

I don't think I can wait another 12 years
for the next installment.

Was there something about me
that you particularly missed?

Something that I can feel gratified about
depriving you of all these years?

I like the way we danced.

Make sure you got some oranges in there.
Got another sweater?

- Got enough water?
- Driver. I need the driver.

This is gonna take everything I got.

Oh, that's for sure. That's a jigger.
Help you keep it under the wind.

Bagger,
my putter's got more loft than this thing.

Actually, they just about the same.

Oh. Well, that's good. I'll just
putt the ball down the fairway, then.

Anything else?

Just bash the livin' shit out of it.

An iron.

I don't suppose it matters much
what club you use

when you start the day eight strokes back.

- What club was that?
- Midiron.

Some kind of driving iron.

Extraordinarily well hit, I'd say.

- The flag! Pull the flag, Hardy.
- Yes, sir.

Junuh eagled, picking up two strokes
on the very first hole.

That's it.

And he picked up another stroke
when Jones bogeyed the second.

And two more strokes on Hagen
when he double-bogeyed the third.

Does it look like 180 yards to you?

No.

It's 181.

You might wanna play that ball back
just a bit in your stance.

He just hit a hole in one! Hot dang!

I just seen a miracle with my own eyes!
He just hit a hole in one!

Homer, you're not gonna believe this!
Junuh made a hole in one!

Junuh made a hole in one!
He's gonna make it!

- He's gonna make it!
- You're kiddin'!

What?

- What's up?
- Junuh's makin' a run for it.

He's pulled within three of Jones
and two of Hagen.

He made a hole in one on eight!

God bless Savannah
and the men she propagates.

Come on! Let's go!

Get back. Get back now.

How do you expect Junuh to hit the ball
if you're right on top of him?

His play in the third round
was beautiful to watch.

While Jones and Hagen discovered
new hazards of their own...

Junuh had discovered,
as Bagger so eloquently put it,

how to stop thinkin'
without fallin' asleep.

Junuh finished the third round
one stroke behind.

It was a new match,

and no one knew it better
than Jones and Hagen.

Not now, girls. Not now.

Gents.

I don't believe
Walter planned on exerting himself.

It was fun this morning, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was.

This is my last match, Junuh.
I'm retiring.

You're at the top of your game.

I've got a wife and three small children
and a law practice.

It's time to stop.

It's just a game, Junuh.

You know, I'll never forget
you winnin' the Georgia Open in 1916.

I'd never seen a swing so sweet

or a man get so much pleasure from it.

This is my last 18 holes, Junuh.

And I been thinkin', I couldn't
have picked a better way to end it.

Thank you, Bobby.

It is truly my pleasure.

I can't let you win out of sympathy.

You know that.

I do.

And I have no intentions
of losing my last match.

Junuh! Junuh, look over here!

Gentlemen, excuse me.
Let's give Mr. Junuh some room.

Thank you.
I'd like to have a word with you, Junuh.

I don't think this is a good time, Adele.

No, I think this is a very good time.

I don't wanna do anything that might
disrupt your concentration or anything,

but since our encounter last night,
I've been thinking.

Ten years and not one single,
solitary word from you?

You don't do that to someone you love.

I deserved better.

I deserved some correspondence
and some indication of what you felt.

Oh, Junuh,
I don't know what happened to you.

But whatever it was,

it could not have been as unbearable
as a woman waitin' with no end in sight,

wonderin' if she's remembered
or forgotten by the man she loves.

You never even said you were sorry.

And now I'm supposed to just
run into your arms

and melt like butter on a hot muffin?

I'm sorry, Adele. I am truly sorry.

It's too late for "I'm sorry," Junuh!

Then tell me what to say.

It was too long ago.

No, it wasn't.

It was just a moment ago.

Did something happen
since we talked last night?

No.

Not that I can think of.

Well, this is barely the place
to talk about it.

You gotta go back to your game.

This town is gonna give you
the biggest damn parade you ever seen!

The biggest and the best!

Junuh was playin' a fierce fourth round.

And a wild thought began
to percolate through the crowd.

Junuh could win.

- I think the driver, Bagger.
- Give us a smile.

Can you believe he smiled!

You got water there on the left side.

Why don't you put your spoon with Jones
and Hagen, play this thing smart?

I'm gonna hug the left, get there in two
and close the door on these guys.

Get a hold of yourself now.
We got four more holes to go.

You settle down a little bit.

I've never been more settled.
An eagle, and this thing is over.

That's 300 or more yards if it's an inch.

Looks like the longest drive of the day,
Mr. Junuh.

I'm gettin' there in two.

Two twenty-five into the wind,
out the bunker.

Jeez!

The lip's too high. So much for an eagle.

Says who?
Where's that drivin' iron, Bagger?

Well, there's a time to hit that shot,
and there's a time to leave it in the bag.

Which one of them times you feel this is?

Tell him. Tell him, Bagger.

Tell him it's a mashie,
so he can have one easy shot to the--

That's amazing.

Man's gonna go for the green
with that cleeky lookin' thing?

He's got the guts of a Greek god.

I don't care if he's Apollo, son of Zeus.
That ball won't clear the water.

I hope you're all payin' customers.

- Get to it, Junuh!
- You can still get a par, Junuh.

- Junuh! Don't--
- Hush yourself, Hardy.

If at first you don't succeed...

Which would make your spot...

right here, Junuh.

Give it to him. Go on.

When Junuh dropped that ball,

it was as if every heart
in Savannah dropped with it...

none landing harder than his own.

You gonna be wantin'
a different club there, Junuh?

I can't do this.

Well, why don't you just
loose your grip up a smidge?

- A man's grip on his club is like--
- That's not what I'm talkin' about.

- I know.
- No, you don't.

What I'm talkin' about is a game.

Game that can't be won. Only played.

You don't understand.

I don't need to understand.

Ain't a soul on this entire earth

ain't got a burden to carry
he don't understand.

You ain't alone in that.

But you been carryin' this one
long enough.

Time to go on. Lay it down.

I don't know how.

You got a choice.

- You can stop, or you can start.
- Start?

- Walkin'.
- Where?

Right back to where you always been.
And then stand there.

Still. Real still. And remember.

- It was too long ago.
- Oh, no, sir. It was just a moment ago.

Time for you
to come on out the shadows, Junuh.

Time for you to choose.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can. But you ain't alone.

I'm right here with you.

I been here all along.

Now, play the game.

Your game.
The one that only you was meant to play.

The one that was given to you
when you come into this world.

You ready?

Come on. Take your stance.

Strike that ball, Junuh. Don't hold
nothin' back. Give it everything.

Now's the time.

Let yourself remember.
Remember your swing.

That's right, Junuh.
Settle yourself. Let's go.

Now is the time, Junuh.

Let's go, Hardy.

- Hey, Bagger?
- Yeah?

You are one hell of a caddie.

Well, I do the best
with what I got to work with.

We ain't done yet.

By the 17th, Junuh got his swing back.

You have the right to call the game
on account of darkness.

That crowd will string us up by our thumbs
if we don't finish.

All right! Play will continue!

This is when a man needs pals
in the mermaids' union.

Cars! Get your cars, boys!

I want every car on this property
lined up with lights blazin'!

I don't care if you're kitchen help
or Savannah police!

If you got a car, get it in gear!
Come on, now!

- What's his mark?
- It was out of bounds.

Does he have a shot?

Then Hagen came back from the dead.

Let me get a smoke.

I want you to tell Spec to hold the flag
in case I make it. They'll love that.

I want a three iron.

Get my shoes, will ya?

Hey, what's goin' on?

Hagen wants Spec to hold the flag for him
in case he sinks it.

I'm gonna miss playing Walter.

Don't hold nothin' back.

The ball moved.

No.

It moved.

I have to call a stroke on myself.

No!

No. Don't do it. Please don't do it.

Only you and me seen it,
and I won't tell a soul.

Cross my heart. Ain't nobody gonna know.

I will, Hardy.

And so will you.

You've got to tell him not to do it,
Bagger.

It's just a stupid rule
that don't mean nothin'.

That's a choice for Mr. Junuh, Hardy.

No one wanted the penalty assessed,

not even Jones and Hagen.

This was no way to win a match.

Maybe you're mistaken, Junuh.

Maybe it moved
before you touched the impediment.

Might not have moved at all.

The light plays funny tricks
this time of day.

"A ball is deemed to have moved

if it leaves its original position
in the least degree,

but not if it merely oscillates

and comes to rest
in its original position."

Is she different?

Can you be certain?

Sometimes a ball will shudder
and then settle back again, Junuh.

The ball was here, and it rolled to here.

Hit it quick, old boy,
before you have time to think about it.

You're leaving.

Yes, sir. Yes, I am.

I need you.

No.

No, you don't.

Not no more.

There is a small matter.
Round about five dollars.

It was guaranteed.

Yes, it was.

Expect you won't be needin'
these shoes back,

now that I done broke 'em
into my foot and all, you know.

Thank you, sir.

This man is yours, Hardy.

Take him on in.

You want me...

to take over for you?

You leavin' me?

Only for a little while.

You pick up Mr. Junuh bag.

You tote it real straight, now. You hear?

But what if something comes up
and I don't know what to do?

I got a feeling you'll figure it out.

But I'll be seein' you.

Whoa, wait a minute. What's going on here?

You can't leave him now.
He needs you, Bagger.

You're the only chance he's got.
You have to stay.

You walk out of here like this,
you'll never caddie in Georgia again.

I'll personally see to it! You hear?

What's Junuh lie?

He lies two with a penalty.
He'll be hittin' three.

Well, I can't hit it any better than that.

Yes, sir.

Judging from the sound,

I think I just knocked your ball
in the cup.

Interesting match.

I always thought so.

All right, everybody. Comin' through.
Out of the way. Get back.

Hagen and Jones both lay two,
a shot ahead of Junuh.

If either of them sank their putts,
Junuh would lose.

What do you think, Hardy?

Well, the night air has gotten colder.

My guess is it's put a layer of dew
on the warmer grass,

which is gonna slow your ball down.

Why don't you go on over
and stand with your father?

Are you sure?

Go ahead. Go on.

That is one tough shot.

Make it.

Hooray!

Rannulph Junuh from Savannah, Georgia,
tied Mr. Bobby Jones and Mr. Walter Hagen

in the greatest golf match
the world has ever seen!

That was the last match in competition
Bobby Jones ever played.

From that time on, Walter Hagen
played only exhibition matches.

As for Captain Rannulph Junuh
and Adele Invergordon...

they did have that dance.

And me?

Well, it seems like yesterday
I used to see old guys like me,

wonder why they still bothered
with this crazy game.

But it doesn't matter.

As Bagger once said, it's a game
that can't be won, only played.

So, I play. I play on.

I play for the moments yet to come...

lookin' for my place in the field.

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