The Greatest Game Ever Played Page #5

- [crowd roars]

- [gasps]

What the hell was that?

It's not over yet.

[muttering]

[horn honks]

Well, well.

Look who's back.

[crowd cheers]

- [man 1] Nice.

- [man 2] Nice shot!

[boy] Let us through.

It's Ouimet's mother.

What's happenin'?

He hit it stone dead at 16.

He's only down one.

What does that mean?

Is it good?

If he makes this, it's a playoff.

Dear me, it's almost beyond

one's ability to calculate.

Ah, don't mind if I do.

He can't keep this up.

It's impossible.

I'll be damned.

- Yeah!

- [crowd cheers]

Oh, Francis!

[man] There will be

an 18-hole playoff tomorrow

between Vardon, Ray

and Mr. Ouimet

to decide the Championship.

That boy's a gift

from the gods.

They're printing 'round

the clock at home.

Cripes! lmagine what

they're selling here.

Should have bought one of these

rags when I had the chance.

It's a bold charge,

but he's spent his powder.

It's a two-man game now,

my lads.

An all-English final.

Well, we'll see.

Come on, Harry.

It's inconceivable.

The man's a bloody amateur.

When was the last time

you were beaten...

Have you ever been

beaten, man-to-man,

in your entire career

by an amateur?

Amateurs do not win Opens.

Hell, the last one

who won it back home

was 40 years ago,

and he was a gentleman.

This one's nothing of the kind.

He's a peasant. Common clay.

He'll fold like an accordion.

I need my rest.

If he couldn't hit the ball

a country mile, he'd be digging ditches.

Where are you going, Harry?

Sit down with me.

Eat with me.

Enjoy yourself.

I came here to win a trophy.

On the face of it, Ted Ray

or I should carry it off.

Not for you, not for England,

but for bloody pride at being

the best. That's why we do this.

And if Mr. Ouimet wins tomorrow,

it's because he's the best,

because of who he is.

Not who his father was,

not how much money he's got,

because of who he bloody is!

And I'll thank you

to remember that.

And I'll thank you to show the respect

a gentleman gives as a matter of course.

Good night.

Do you want him to fail?

Is that the only satisfaction

you can take from what he's doin'?

You think I want him

to break his heart?

What will you do,

Mary, when he fails?

How will you help him then?

All you ever do

is encourage him.

That's right.

I do encourage him.

He has a God-given talent,

and this is his one chance

to give a voice to it.

He's just tryin'

to make you proud.

"It seems impossible to believe

that this untested boy

could hope to beat

two seasoned champions."

One David against two Goliaths.

[Bernard] He'll have to face

Vardon and Ray alone,

with a night to sleep

on the incredible situation

in which he so shockingly

finds himself.

Although, I suspect,

from the unearthly calm

he showed today,

he will sleep

better than most.

I am not certain I believe

Ouimet can win,

but I have given up

all attempts at prophecy.

I will start tomorrow's round

with an open mind.

It should be

the greatest game ever played.

Young man.

We've been talking this over.

Talking what over?

The members feel you need as much

help as you can get out there today.

- What kind of help?

- According to the rules,

your caddie is the only person

who can give you advice.

You need someone with you today

who really knows our course.

- Exactly.

- Eddie's doin' a great job for me.

For God's sake, Ouimet!

This is the U.S. Open,

not some junior

club championship.

You told Eddie this

before talking to me?

Oh, you can't reason

with a boy like that.

We'll take up a collection

for him and pay him handsomely.

I understand

his family could use it.

Don't let 'em do it, Francis!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Is it true? You know

I can't pay you, Eddie.

I wouldn't do it for ten bucks.

I wouldn't do it for a hundred!

Hey, listen.

You think I'd replace you?

But they said you'd want to.

Who cares what they said?

Who cares?

This is me and you.

We're a team. OK?

They don't get a vote in this.

All right?

I'll meet you outside.

Don't ever talk to my caddie again.

Mr. Ouimet will play first.

Mr. Darwin will act as honorary

marker and keep your scores.

Gentlemen, it's time.

- [man 1] Here he comes!

- [man 2] Good luck, son!

- [man 3] Come on, young man!

- [man 4] Come on, Ouimet!

[man 5] Come on, Francis!

Come on!

[overlapping shouts]

Give us a strong show, son.

[crowd cheers]

- Five for you there?

- That's right.

You can do it, Francis.

- What?

- Wha... Sorry.

Did I say something?

That was big.

They're human.

What's that?

I can play these guys, Eddie.

Yeah? Who said you couldn't?

- [crowd] Oooh!

- [applause]

Maybe they're not human.

This is where he fell

apart the last time.

That was yesterday.

Sarah!

What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be in school.

Don't be ridiculous, Father.

[Ted] He's not cracking, Harry.

[Vardon] The thought

occurred to me.

[Ted] "An all-English final."

[man] Quiet, please.

[crowd groans]

[crowd groans]

Stymied.

- What are you doin'?

- I'll show you.

- [cheers]

- [groans]

Come on, now. Finish him.

Let's see if he cracks now.

- Fore right!

- [grunts]

He's dead in those trees.

Mid iron.

[sighs] Done in by the monarch

of the forest.

[applause]

Down to you, old thing.

I'm done.

Pity. It's a great match.

That's the spirit, Harry.

Come on, Ouimet.

[crowd cheers]

[crowd cheers]

Where you going with that?

- Gonna cut the corner.

- There's a bunker down there.

If he's over it,

he's a chip away.

We don't know he's over it.

It's a trick.

[Eddie] This is

our chance, Francis.

Run it in there,

just like yesterday.

- [cheering]

- [applause]

[Bernard] My God. Francis has

a one-stroke lead with one to play.

[footsteps rumbling]

[man] Hold the line, please.

Hold the line!

Hold the line!

Take your time.

Let me have that towel, Eddie.

[crowd groans]

[crowd groans]

[taps ball into hole]

Well done.

[nervous breathing]

You need this for 72.

You can do it.

Read it, roll it and hole it.

[crowd cheers]

Yeah!

[laughs]

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Thank you! Thank you!

- You did it!

- Thank you!

Look, Eddie, we did it!

We did it!

No! No! I can't take it!

Pass the hat for Eddie!

Pass the hat for Eddie! Here!

Pass the hat for Eddie!

Pass the hat for...

[man whistling]

[Vardon humming]

Well played, Mr. Ouimet.

That was a great game.

I enjoyed it.

So did I.

Yes, you did.

Congratulations on your success.

You deserve it.

Thank you.

We'll play again sometime.

[Eddie] Look at this thing.

- It's a whopper.

- Isn't that something?

They let you take it

home with ya?

Nobody's tried to stop me.

Well, they'd have to get past me.

You know somethin', Eddie?

You and I are gonna be

great friends.

You said it, Francis.

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