The Legend of Bagger Vance Page #3

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Take an earthquake to wake him up.

For an earthquake, you'd have to play|many more tournaments and do very well.

Well?

How do you suggest we begin?

Shall I just run and jump on you...

...or would you like|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.

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'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.

You ever get tired of sitting around|feeling sorry for yourself...

...a little golf might|do you some good.

I've lost my swing.

Really?

Where did it go?

You can open your eyes now, Hardy.

Your education is over.

Go on home now.

Who's that?

Just me.

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.

No, sir. I set myself directly|in front of you.

Judging by how you hit them balls,|I figured 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 something,|go into the house, help yourself.

Oh, well, thank you kindly, sir.

I always felt a man's...

...grip on his club just like|a grip on his world.

- Is there something you want?|- Five dollars guaranteed.

Guaranteed for what?

Big match coming up,|Mr. Jones, Mr. Hagen.

Fella gonna be needing a caddy.

You're a caddy?

Well, that depends. You're a golfer?

I don't need a caddy.|I'm not playing.

I don't play anymore at all.

Oh. Well, thank you, sir.

I take you up on that food|you offered.

- All right.|- Evening, sir.

Don't make no sense is all.

Man say he don't play,|yet he out here...

...this shade of night hitting|balls where he can't see them.

I've done things that have|made less sense.

As we all have.

For $5 guaranteed,|I'm offering you my caddy services.

For $5? You know the winner|gets $ 10,000...

...the caddy's cut is 10 percent,|so that's $ 1000.

- I take $5 guaranteed.|- You don't want $ 1000?

You said you ain't even playing...

...and Lord knows how awful|you gonna look if you do.

So $5 sound pretty|good from where I'm sitting.

Rhythm of the game|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...

...put the ball in the front|of your stance.

Others say you should...

You gonna hit the ball|or dance with it?

I'm kind of partial to dancing.|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 did you say?

You lost your swing.|We got to go find it.

Now somewhere in the harmony|of all that is...

...all that was...

...all that will be.

I ain't seen a man hit like that since|the North-South Championship in 1916.

They stopped play for 20 minutes|to measure how far it went.

Bagger Vance the name.

Hit a few more.

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

Yeah, give me one more like that.

Just like that one there.

I'm telling you the truth,|Wilbur Charles.

She was down to her panties|and brassiere.

And you were in the room watching?

You think we're so stupid...

...we'd believe Miss Adele...

...get down to her skivvies|with you in the room?

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

Scalp me, shrink my head and roast it|if that ain't exactly what happened.

She thought I was asleep|the whole time.

- That ain't all. Junuh's gonna play.|- He said that?

Not in so many words, but...

Look over there!

Ain't that Miss Adele now,|across the street?

She 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 about it.

If we don't have someone from|Savannah, I won't support this match.

- There must be plenty...|- All right!

I'll play in your damn golf match.

I should've let you finish.|Now I got nothing to show for it.

For the life of me, I have no idea|what you're referring to.

- I can explain it to them...|- I don't think that's necessary!

God bless Savannah.

The day Jones and Hagen arrived|in Savannah was declared a holiday.

Ladies and gentlemen,|welcome to the first...

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.

That's Grantland Rice, the most|powerful sports writer in the country.

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

Mr. Robert Tyra 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, won the Grand Slam.

All four major golf championships|in a single year.

But what is not well known,|at the very same time...

...he won his championships...

...Mr. Jones earned a degree|in Engineering...

...from Georgia Tech. A degree|in English from Harvard...

...and a law degree...

...from Emory University|in Georgia, all with distinction.

Mr. Walter Hagen.

Mr. Hagen has won 11 national|championships, including...

...four British Opens and five PGAs.

And in one stretch...

...Mr. Hagen won 22 straight|professional championships.

Nice 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, making 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 surviving a deadly mission|in which...

...most...

The rest of his company|were tragically defeated.

Makes you think twice about|stepping on his ball.

Mr. Hagen!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...Bobby Jones, Walter Hagen,|and our very own, Rannulph Junuh!

On behalf of the great city|of Savannah...

Sure is some storm brewing.

- So where're you off to?|- However far it takes.

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

Not me. I consider it a great miracle|you was even there at all today.

Let me help you with these things.

You heard Adele. Jones never finished|lower than second in any tournament.

I believe she said he finished|lower than second once.

Must have been the week|he took his law exams.

Yeah, I believe it was.

Will you be needing these shoes,|Mr. Junuh?

Look like they're just my size.

- Keep them.|- Thank you kindly, sir.

Sure is some storm heading this way.

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

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