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[birds chirping]

[sheep bleating]

HELLO, ANGUS.

IS THAT REALLY YOU,
BOBBY JONES?

WHERE IS EVERYBODY?

MY LORD.

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?

OH, FINE, BOBBY. JUST FINE.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY
TO THE OLYMPICS IN BERLIN,

AND I COULDN'T BE THIS CLOSE
TO THE OLD COURSE...

(Bobby)
GOOD LORD.

[people cheering]

I ONLY TOLD ONE PERSON
THERE WAS A RESERVATION
FOR AN R. JONES.

ANGUS, MY GAME IS...

YOUR GAME IS ALWAYS FINE HERE.

WELCOME BACK, BOBBY.

(man #1)
GREAT TO SEE YOU, BOBBY.

(man #2)
SMILE FOR THE FRONT PAGE.

(man #3)
YOU WERE TERRIFIC.

(man #4)
THANK YOU, BOBBY.

(man #5)
YOU'RE MY HERO, BOBBY

[dog barking]

WATCH THIS ONE, BOY.

SHIT FIRE!

[sighs]

[whines]

YOU LOOKIN' FOR THIS?

I'M SORRY, CAMILLA,
I HOOKED IT.

WELL, YOU BEST TAKE CARE
YOU DON'T HOOK

NONE OF THESE WINDOWS
IN THIS HOUSE, YOUNG MAN,

OR YOUR DADDY
WILL TAN YOUR HIDE.

HOW IS YOUR TUMMY TODAY?

IT'S OK.

THINK YOU CAN EAT
SOME LUNCH FOR ME?

I GOT SOME LEFTOVER
CHICKEN AND BISCUITS.

I WAS GONNA MAKE A PIE.

OK.

[chuckling]

[children chattering]

[man laughing]

ROBERT, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YES, MAMA.

COME ON IN. I WANT TO SEE
HOW MUCH YOU WEIGH.

[gasps]

LOOK AT YOU.
YOU'VE GAINED ANOTHER POUND.

CAN I PLAY BASEBALL
WITH FRANK AND PERRY NOW?

SOON.

[car horn blowing]

POPPO!

HEY! THERE HE IS.

[laughing]

(Big Bob)
OH!

I HAVE SOMETHING
IN MY POCKET.

AND I WONDER
WHAT IT COULD BE?

[chuckling]
YOU GOT IT. COME HERE.

LET'S GO SEE YOUR MAMA.

(Bobby)
WHY DID YOU TELL CAMILLA
THIS IS MONKEY YEAR?

NOT MONKEY YEAR, HONEY.

I SAID IT WAS
THE YEAR OF THE MONKEY.

IN THE CHINESE ZODIAC,

EACH OF THE 12 YEARS
IS NAMED
FOR A DIFFERENT ANIMAL.

SO EACH ANIMAL CONTRIBUTES
ITS OWN CHARACTERISTICS
TO THAT YEAR.

SO IF YOU ARE BORN
IN THAT YEAR,

YOU TAKE ON THOSE TRAITS.

LIKE A MONKEY OR A HORSE
OR AN OX.

WHAT ANIMAL AM I?

YOU, MY DEAREST, ARE A TIGER.

TIGERS ARE BORN LEADERS.
THEY ARE LONERS.

THEY HAVE A SHORT TEMPER,

BUT THEY GO AFTER
THEIR AMBITIONS

NO MATTER HOW HARD
THE OPPOSITION.

WHAT ANIMAL ARE YOU, MAMA?

I'M A DRAGON.

OH. CAN YOU BREATHE FIRE?

OH, YES, I CAN.

ESPECIALLY IF I FIND OUT

YOU'VE BEEN PLAYIN'
WITH FRANK MEADOR
WHILE HE'S STILL COUGHING.

YOU ARE MY LITTLE MAN.

I DON'T WANT ANYTHING BAD
TO HAPPEN TO YOU.

DON'T WORRY, MAMA.
I'M A TIGER.

GOOD NIGHT.

(Clara)
GOOD NIGHT, DEAR.

[train horn blowing]

YOU'RE A FRIGHTFUL LONG WAYS
FROM CARNOUSTIE.

AYE, AND MY ASS
IS PAINFUL TO PROVE IT.

[birds chirping]

(Jimmy)
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL COURSE.

AND SOME NICE PEOPLE, TOO.

FREE WITH THEIR MONEY.

CAN ANY OF THEM PLAY?

NAH. NOT REALLY.

[snorts]

IF THEY COULD, THEY WOULDN'T
NEED YOU, WOULD THEY?

THEY MAKE THEIR WHISKEY
OUT OF CORN HERE.

YOU'RE JOKING.

NO, I'M NOT.

(Big Bob)
WE'RE GONNA MISS YOU, JIMMY.

BUT IT'S GREAT
THAT YOUR BROTHER
COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IT'S AN HONOR
TO HAVE HIM HERE.

SO, STEWART, WHAT DO YOU THINK
ABOUT MY STANCE?

[whispering]
GO.

GO ON.

[clearing throat]

YO-YOU CANNOT KEEP IT
IN THE POLICIES,

YOU'RE CRAVING FOR THE BYRE.

COME MORE DOWN
ON THE LEFT HAND.

SHIT FIRE!

SHOW HIM, STEWY.

(Big Bob)
BASEBALL WAS MY GAME.

I HAD A CONTRACT
AFTER I GRADUATED FROM GEORGIA

WITH THE BROOKLYN
TROLLEY DODGERS.

(Big Bob)
BUT MY FATHER
PUT THE QUIETUS ON IT.

THREATENED TO DISOWN ME.

I WENT TO LAW SCHOOL INSTEAD.

GOOD IDEA.

[chuckling]
PROBABLY.

IS THAT LAD
TOUCHED IN THE HEAD?

(Jimmy)
WHO, WEE BOBBY?

(Stewart)
YEAH.

NO, NO, HE'S JUST SICKLY.

HE NEARLY DIED AS A BABY.

COULDN'T EAT,
HE'S ALLERGIC TO EVERYTHING.

THEY JUST BRING HIM
ALONG FOR THE EXERCISE.

[swooshing]

DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARD!

OH, DEAR, OH, DEAR,
OH, DEAR, OH, DEAR, OH, DEAR.

UH-OH.

GOOD AFTERNOON, CAMILLA.

ARE YOU HERE BY YOURSELF?

YES, SIR, MR. JONES,
THEY ARE ALL YONDER
PLAYING GOLF.

OUGHT TO BE BACK DIRECTLY.

PLAYING GOLF ON THE SABBATH.
BLASPHEMOUS.

WON'T YOU HAVE A SEAT
AND WAIT?

LET ME GET YOU A COCA-COLA.

THERE'S NOTHIN' IN THE BIBLE
ABOUT COCA-COLA.

AND I WILL NOT PERMIT IT
IN MY HOUSE.

JUST BRING ME
A GLASS OF COLD WATER, PLEASE.

YES, SIR. COMING RIGHT UP.

[men laughing]

GOLF.

[exclaims]

[grunts]

[sighing]

BIG BOB.
THOSE COST 20 CENTS APIECE.

GREAT ROUND, STEWART.
TERRIFIC.

THANK YOU.
MMM-HMM.

WELL DONE.

TELL ME, MR. MAIDEN,
HOW DID THEY DECIDE

THAT THERE SHOULD BE 18 HOLES
IN A ROUND OF GOLF?

WELL, MA'AM, A LONG TIME AGO
AT ST. ANDREW'S,

THEY HAD A MEETING
TO TRY AND FIGURE THAT OUT.

AND ONE OF THE CLAN
STOOD UP AND SAID:

"THERE'S 18 SHOTS
IN A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY,

AND I RECKON
WHEN THE BOTTLE'S EMPTY,
THE ROUND IS DONE."

[laughing]

GRANDPA!

(Big Bob)
BE CAREFUL.

HELLO, BOBBY.

OH, SON,
YOU ARE GROWING LIKE A WEED.

BOY, YOU GET BIGGER
EVERY TIME I SEE YOU.

PAPA,
HOW NICE OF YOU TO VISIT.

WELL, I HAD TO COME UP
ON BUSINESS.

MEETIN' SOME BUYERS HERE
FROM NEW YORK IN THE MORNING.

IS THIS THE WAY
YOU SPEND YOUR SABBATH?

SETTIN' A BAD EXAMPLE
FOR YOUR SON?

WELL, GETTING LITTLE BOB
OUTDOORS

HAS DONE WONDERS
FOR HIS HEALTH.

EXCUSE ME, PAPA,
I HAVE TO GO INSIDE
AND CHANGE.

COME ALONG, ROBERT.

GO UPSTAIRS
AND DRESS FOR DINNER.

(Mr. Jones)
YOU SPEND SO MUCH TIME
PLAYING GOLF OUT THERE,

I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER
IF IT'S FOR YOUR SON'S HEALTH

OR YOUR OWN AMUSEMENT.

(Big Bob)
PAPA, I MEET
MY BIGGEST CLIENTS HERE.

THE COCA-COLA PEOPLE
ARE KEEPING ME SO BUSY

I'M LOOKIN' TO TAKE IN
A NEW PARTNER.

AND WHY?

BECAUSE I PLAY GOLF
WITH ASA KINDLER
AND BOB WOODRUFF.

SO YOU'RE TELLIN'
ME THAT IT'S NOT
YOUR MERIT AS A LAWYER

THAT'S ADVANCING YOUR CAREER?

HOW ENCOURAGING.

GRANDPA, LOOK AT MY WINDMILL.

I BUILT IT MYSELF.

(Mr. Jones)
THAT'S JUST FINE, BOBBY.
THAT'S FINE.

MAYBE YOU'LL GROW UP
TO BE AN ENGINEER

AND NOT FRITTER AWAY YOUR TIME
PLAYIN' WORTHLESS BALL GAMES.

SON OF A BITCH!

[gasps]

ISN'T THAT YOUR HOUSE
OVER THERE?

I BET YOUR POOR MOTHER'S
MISSING YOU.

DON'T YOU THINK?

GO ON, NOW. GO HOME.

RED,
DO YOU HAVE TO PLAY GOLF?

WHAT ABOUT ME?

TAKE 2 WEEKS OFF
FROM THE GAME.

AND THEN GIVE IT UP
ALTOGETHER.

[gasps]

WHAT CAN I DO
FOR YOU, LADDIE?

WHAT ARE THOSE?

20 CENTS APIECE.

YOU DIDN'T GET ANY OF THEM
WHILE THEY WERE STILL ROLLING,
DID YOU?

NO, SIR.

CHEEKY WEE RASCAL,
RIGHT ENOUGH.

GOOD MORNIN'.

AYE, IT IS.

YOU KNOW, I WAS THINKIN',

IF WEE BOBBY'S
GONNA BE TAGGIN' ABOUT,

HE MAY AS WELL PLAY A BIT,
IF HE CAN KEEP UP, THAT IS.

I MADE HIM A FEW CLUBS.

WEE BOBBY,

HIT THE HELL OUT OF IT.

[clapping]

HEY, BOBBY.

(Alexa)
BOBBY. HEY, BOBBY, WAKE UP.

COME ON, BOBBY,
HE STARTED AT 6.

THAT'S HIM,
THAT'S HARRY VARDON.

(Bobby)
5 BRITISH OPENS.

DID YOU SEE THAT?

[spectators clapping]

[whistling]

AREN'T YOU CHILDREN
SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL?

[men laughing]

(Big Bob)
IT HAS BEEN MY IMPRESSION

IF YOU SHOOT OVER 100,
YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PLAYIN'.

IF YOU SHOOT UNDER 80,
YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS.

HEY, ROB,
WHY DON'T YOU SHOW US ALL

HOW STEWART MAIDEN
HITS THE BALL?

[Big Bob laughing]

GO AHEAD, SON.

YEAH, PRETTY GOOD, HUH?

NOW WHY DON'T YOU SHOW US
HOW JUDGE BROYLES SWINGS?

[men laughing]

SON OF A BITCH!

(Perry)
HEY, LITTLE BOB.

YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH US?
WE TEE OFF IN 10 MINUTES.

YOU GO AHEAD, SON.

(Big Bob)
BE CAREFUL OUT THERE, NOW.

(Bobby)
THANKS.

(man)
YOU SEE, COLONEL?

THANK YOU. KEEP THE CHANGE.

[people chattering]

[horse snuffling]

HOW YOU DOIN', MILT?

O.B. HOW ARE YOU, SIR?

WHO'S YOUR OPPONENT?

[groans]

(O.B.)
OH, MY.

HE'S JUST A BOY.

IT'S EMBARRASSING, O.B.

THEY SHOULDN'T LET CHILDREN
PLAY IN ADULT TOURNAMENTS.

(starter)
NOW ON THE TEE, MR. MILT SAUL,

AND MR. ROBERT TYRE JONES, JR.

MR. JONES, YOU HAVE HONORS.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO FIRST?

AH, NO, YOU GO AHEAD, SON.

GOOD GRIEF. WHAT A SWING.

(O.B.)
LITTLE BOB JONES,
A TOW-HEADED BOY

FROM EAST LAKE GOLF CLUB
WAS BORN ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY.

BUT LUCK IS NOT AN ISSUE

WHEN YOU HAVE A GOLF SWING
THAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED
AS HEAVENLY.

[people applauding]

(O.B.)
I'M GOING ON RECORD.

BOBBY JONES IS DESTINED
FOR GREATNESS.

"DIXIE WHIZ KID LIGHTS UP
GEORGIA AMATEUR."

BY O.B. KEELER.

SHEER DELICATESSEN.

(Ralph Reed)
THE WINNER

OF THE GEORGIA STATE
AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP

IS MR. BOBBY JONES.

CONGRATULATIONS, BOBBY.

BOB.

CONGRATULATIONS, BOB.

GENTLEMEN,
FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN TODAY,

I BELIEVE YOUR BOYS ARE READY
TO PLAY IN THE U.S. AMATEUR.

THE U.S. AMATEUR?

PLAY, COLONEL, I DIDN'T SAY
I EXPECTED THEM TO WIN.

"HALF A LEAGUE, HALF A LEAGUE,
HALF A LEAGUE ONWARD

FORWARD, THE LIGHT BRIGADE"

(Bobby)
"WAS THERE A MAN DISMAY'D

"NOT THO' THE SOLDIER KNEW
SOME ONE HAD BLUNDER'D

THEIRS NOT TO REASON WHY,
THEIRS BUT TO DO OR DIE"

[men laughing]

HE GETS THAT FROM HIS MOTHER.

[bell ringing]

WHAT ARE YOU DOIN'?
YOU GONNA PLAY IN THOSE?

I THOUGHT YOUR DAD
BOUGHT YOU NEW SHOES.

THESE ARE MY LUCKY ONES.
I HAVE MY 4-LEAF CLOVER, TOO.

WE'RE GONNA NEED SOME LUCK.

LOOK WHO'S IN THIS FIELD.
THE CURRENT U.S. OPEN CHAMP,

3 FORMER AMATEUR CHAMPS,
2 N.C.A.A. CHAMPS,

AND US.

I HEARD THE GREENS
WERE LIKE BILLIARD TABLES.

BENT GRASS.
IT'S LIKE PUTTIN' ON ICE.

YOU TRY TO
JUST TAP YOUR BALL IN

AND IT SLIDES ALL THE WAY
ACROSS THE GREEN.

IT'S 18 HOLES, BOYS,
JUST LIKE HOME.

COME ON, NOW.
LET'S GO GET REGISTERED.

(O.B.)
EXCUSE ME. THANK YOU.

(lady)
OH. WHY, OF COURSE.

(starter)
NOW ON THE TEE,

FORMER AMATEUR CHAMPION
MR. EBEN BYERS.

[all exclaiming]

HEY, REMEMBER WHAT
OLD BOB FITZSIMMONS
USED TO SAY?

"THE BIGGER THEY ARE,
THE HARDER THEY FALL."

(starter)
NEXT UP,

GEORGIA STATE CHAMPION
MR. ROBERT TYRE JONES, JR.

[all exclaiming]

SHIT!

(Bobby)
DAMN! SON OF A BITCH!

DAMN. DAMN IT TO HELL!

BOBBY JONES.

[crowd exclaims]

SHIT FIRE! GOD!

SON OF A BITCH!

WHAT A KID.

FACE OF AN ANGEL.

THE TEMPER OF A TIMBER WOLF.

[crowd exclaims]

DAMN.

[crowd exclaims]

LEAVE THE DAMN THING.

WOULD YOU LIKE SOME GUM,
MR. BYERS?

(reporter)
CONGRATULATIONS.

THAT WAS QUITE A MATCH, SON.

MR. BYERS AND I
BOTH PLAYED TERRIBLY.

HE JUST RAN OUT OF CLUBS
BEFORE I DID.

COME ON, LET'S CALL YOUR DAD.

(O.B.)
IF HE KEEPS PLAYIN' LIKE THIS,

I'M TELLIN' YOU,
HE COULD WIN THIS THING.

I'VE NEVER SEEN
ANYONE PUTT LIKE THIS.

(Grantland)
THAT WAS QUITE A ROUND
YOU PLAYED THIS MORNING, SON.

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SWING.

THANK YOU.

YOU LIKE ICE CREAM, HUH?

YES, SIR. THEY GIVE YOU
AS MUCH AS YOU WANT.

HAVE A GOOD TIME
THIS AFTERNOON.

OH, I WILL, SIR.
THIS IS REALLY FUN.

GOOD MORNING.

BOB, THAT GENTLEMAN
YOU WERE JUST TALKING TO,

THAT'S GRANTLAND RICE,
THE SPORTSWRITER.

HE WRITES FOR
AMERICAN GOLFER.

HE LIKES MY SWING.

(man #1)
HEY, BOBBY, COME ON.

(man #2)
GO GET HIM.

[spectators cheering]

YOU HAVE QUITE A FOLLOWING.

I CAN'T HELP IT.

WELL, GOOD LUCK TO YOU.

GOOD LUCK TO YOU, SIR.

(starter)
AND NOW ON THE TEE,

MR. ROBERT TYRE JONES, JR.

[people exclaiming]

(starter)
NEXT ON THE TEE,
MR. ROBERT GARDNER.

[all exclaiming]

[scattered clapping]

"ALL SQUARE AT THE 10TH.

"THERE CAME 3 HOLES
IN SUCCESSION
THAT BROKE THE KID'S HEART.

"BUT THE GEORGIA SCHOOLBOY
SWUNG ALONG IN HIS WORN SHOES
AND DUSTY PANTS,

"WHISTLING AN AIR
FROM A RECENT MUSICAL COMEDY,

"AS JAUNTY AS
IF HE HAD WON HIS FIRST
NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP

"INSTEAD OF JUST HAVING BEEN
BEATEN IN THE 3RD ROUND.

HE WAS THINKING
ABOUT HIS ICE CREAM."

[train rumbling]

HOW YOU DOIN'?

(man)
JUST FINE, THANK YOU, SIR.

MR. KEELER.

YOU CAN CALL ME O.B.

WHAT ARE YOU READIN', SON?

JUST SOME STUFF
THEY WROTE ABOUT ME.

THEY MAKE IT SOUND
LIKE I DIDN'T MIND LOSIN'.

I DID MIND.
I WAS MAD AS HELL.

I KNOW YOU WERE MAD.
I WAS THERE, I SAW IT.

A WILL TO WIN,
THAT'S VERY IMPORTANT.

WHY DO THEY CARE ABOUT
WHAT I WEAR?

THEY EVEN MADE FUN
OF MY SHOES.

AH. THAT'S THE PRICE
OF FAME, SON.

I'M AFRAID YOU'RE GONNA
HAVE TO GET USED TO IT.

I DON'T THINK
I WANT TO BE FAMOUS.

IT'S TOO LATE NOW.

[crowd cheering]

[crowd clapping]

O.B.

ROB, ALL THESE PEOPLE,
OUR CLUB MEMBERS, OUR FRIENDS,

THEY EXPECT
A GREAT DEAL OF YOU NOW.

EVERYBODY HERE WILL BE
WATCHIN' EVERY MATCH YOU PLAY.

BUT I LOST.

(Big Bob)
IN THE FUTURE, YOU'LL WIN.

YOU'VE SHOWN EVERYONE
JUST WHAT YOU'RE CAPABLE OF.

YOU MUST NOT LET US
OR YOURSELF DOWN.
YOU UNDERSTAND?

ROBERT, HE'S JUST A CHILD.

YES, CLARA
BUT HE'S OUR CHILD.

SON OF A BITCHING BASTARD.

[all exclaiming]

I CAN'T BELIEVE
YOU JUST DID THAT.
YOU COULD HAVE HURT SOMEONE.

(Bobby)
I THREW IT OVER THEIR HEADS.

IT WAS A SIMPLE SHOT,
I'VE DONE IT A MILLION TIMES.

THERE ARE SOME EMOTIONS,
ALEXA,

THAT CANNOT BE ENDURED
WITH A GOLF CLUB
STILL IN YOUR HANDS.

(Alexa)
YOU KNOW, THAT MAN PAID $1,500
TO CADDY FOR YOU.

THESE PEOPLE ALL PAID
GOOD MONEY TO SEE YOU PLAY.

THEY PAID TO SEE
ALL OF US PLAY--

NO, BOB,
THEY CAME TO SEE YOU.

YOU'RE THE STAR.

I'M NOT A STAR.

YOU'RE THE U.S.
AMATEUR CHAMPION.
I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING.

YEAH, BUT YOU'RE GONNA DO
SOMETHING, AND THEY KNOW IT.

EVERYBODY KNOWS IT.

AS SOON AS YOU GET OUT
OF YOUR OWN WAY.

[all chattering]

TOUGH LUCK, SPORT.

THIS ISN'T OUR DAY, BOB.

MMM-MMM, HE'LL NEVER MAKE IT
OVER THAT TREE.

[crowd cheering]

[all applauding]

SHOWOFF.

I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE A STAR.

I DON'T WANT TO BE A STAR.

HMM, TELL THEM.

(man)
WAY TO GO, BOBBY!

[car honking]

HERE HE COMES.

AH, SIR WALTER HAS ARRIVED.

I HEARD
HE'S QUITE THE RACONTEUR.

OH, AND THEN SOME.

HE'S BROKEN ALL 11
OF THE 10 COMMANDMENTS.

(chauffeur)
MR. HAGEN?

MR. HAGEN!

THEY ARE WAITING FOR YOU.

WHERE IS SHE?

I TOOK HER
TO HER HOME OF RESIDENCE.

WHERE WAS I?

RIGHT THERE
WHERE YOU ARE NOW SITTING.

[bottle clinking]

[official clears throat]

[gurgling]

HAGEN, LET'S GO ALREADY.

GENIUS DESERVES PATIENCE,
MY FRIEND.

[grunting]

I'M AFRAID I'M A TRIFLE SOFT
IN THE TREASURY.

IN CASE YOU HAVE
NOT BEEN HEARING,

SO IS MOST
OF THIS ENTIRE WORLD.

YOU STILL OWE ME TWO 20'S
AND ONE 10 FROM LAST WEEK.

AND YOU HAVE NOT BEEN
PAYING RENT ON THIS MOTORCAR.

THIS IS A CHARITY FUNCTION.

IF I DON'T MAKE
SOME SIDE BETS, WE GO BROKE.

[sighs]

GOOD MAN.

MORNING, CHICK.

WHERE YOU BEEN, WALTER?
PRACTICING A FEW SHOTS?

NO,
BUT I'VE BEEN HAVIN' A FEW.

YOUNG MR. JONES, I PRESUME.

I'M WALTER HAGEN.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
HOW DO YOU DO?

BETTER THAN MOST, SON.
BETTER THAN MOST.

I ASSUME I HAVE THE HONORS.

(starter)
ON THE TEE,

US OPEN CHAMPION,
WALTER HAGEN.

[crowd applauding]

[all exclaiming]

HE SWINGS
LIKE A WOUNDED DUCK.

JUST DON'T BET MONEY
WITH HIM.

THEY DON'T CALL HIM
SIR WALTER FOR NOTHIN'.

[all exclaiming]

NICE PUTT.

2 THREES IN A ROW.

18 THREES MAKE 54.

[all groaning]

NEXT HOLE.

[all exclaiming]

[clapping]

[all groaning]

[crowd applauding]

SHIT FIRE AND DAMNATION!

MASHIE.

I THINK WE'RE IN TROUBLE.

(Hagen)
I ASKED MY WIFE
WHAT SHE WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS.

SHE SAID A DIVORCE.

I SAID I WASN'T THINKING
OF ANYTHING THAT EXPENSIVE.

EXCUSE ME.

**[music playing on radio]

YOU HAVE QUITE A GAME.

I PLAYED AWFUL.

I NEVER HIT A GOOD SHOT
AFTER YOU MENTIONED THAT 54.

ALL I MADE WAS 5s.

THERE'S A LESSON THERE.

YOU KNOW,

I DON'T CARE IF I START OUT
WITH 4 FIVES.

I SIMPLY FIGURE
I'VE USED UP MY QUOTA,
AND I FORGET ABOUT THEM.

AND I GO ON.

I DON'T ALWAYS
HIT THE BALL STRAIGHT.

BUT YOU KNOW
WHAT I'VE LEARNED?

3 BAD SHOTS AND ONE GOOD ONE
STILL MAKE PAR.

GOLF IS A GAME OF RECOVERY.

[Bobby chuckling]

YOU'RE GONNA MAKE
ONE HELL OF A PRO.

YOU GOT THAT SWING,
AND YOU GOT THE NAME.

CROWD LOVES YOU.

YOU KNOW,
WITH THE WAR ENDING,

THE TOURNAMENTS
WILL START UP AGAIN,
AND SKY'S THE LIMIT.

I'M NOT GONNA TURN PRO.

I--I SIGNED UP FOR
GEORGIA TECH THIS FALL.

REALLY?

SCHOOL IS NICE, I GUESS

BUT ISN'T THE POINT OF IT ALL
TO MAKE A NICE,
BIG BAG OF MONEY?

NOT JUST.
I WANT TO GET AN EDUCATION.

I THINK THAT'S IMPORTANT.

CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?

WHY DO YOU PLAY GOLF?

'CAUSE I LOVE IT.
AND I WANT TO WIN.

DO YOU KNOW WHY I PLAY GOLF?

FOR THE MONEY.

I HAVE TO WIN.

WHICH IS WHY, WHENEVER
YOU COME UP AGAINST ME,

I'M GONNA BEAT YOU.

I'LL BEAT YOU.

[whistling]

[chuckling]

[church bell tolling]

[bell ringing]

THANK YOU.

[bell chiming]

HELLO, GEORGE.
GOOD MORNING, MARY.

(Mary)
MAY I HAVE
A COCA-COLA, PLEASE?

(George)
YOU SURELY MAY.

HERE YOU GO.

THANK YOU.

[bell tinkling]

[tram bell ringing]

* ONE LOOK IN THOSE EYES
BURNING WITH LOVE *

* MUST BE A ROSETTE
FROM HEAVEN ABOVE *

* YOU'RE REMARKABLE,
THE MOST REMARKABLE GIRL *

* WELL, LOOK AT THOSE LIPS
WHO CAN RESIST *

* T HAT THEY'VE NEVER
BEEN KISSED *

* YOU'RE REMARKABLE,
THE MOST REMARKABLE GIRL *

* I LOVE YOU, PRETTY BABY

STOP.

* SOMEDAY YOU'LL LOVE ME

[inaudible]

[crashing]

[tram bell ringing]

* YOU'RE REMARKABLE,
THE MOST REMARKABLE GIRL *

* REMARKABLE *

[thunder rumbling]

THESE ARE THE WORST CONDITIONS
I'VE EVER SEEN.

(O.B.)
HAVE SOME COFFEE.

THANKS. BROUGHT SOME
LOCAL PAPERS THERE.

WHAT ARE THEY SAYIN'?

WELL, A LOT OF THE FOLKS
ARE PICKIN' US TO WIN

EVEN THOUGH THIS HERRON FELLOW
IS A MEMBER HERE.

THEY SAY ROB'S STROKES
ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT.

[sighs]

THEY'RE STILL HARPIN'
ON HIS TEMPER, THOUGH.

HIS, UH, "SMOULDERIN' WRATH,"
AS ONE OF 'EM CALLED IT.

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'M GONNA DO WITH HIM.

[thunder rumbling]

MAYBE YOU COULD TALK TO HIM.

WHAT AM I GONNA
SAY TO HIM?

THE WAY I SEE IT,
HE'S TRYIN' TO PLEASE YOU,
HIS MOTHER,

AND THE WHOLE DAMN CITY
OF ATLANTA.

I MEAN, THROWING CLUBS
MAY BE THE ONLY THING HE HAS

TO RELIEVE THE PRESSURE.

WHERE IS HE NOW?

HE'S MAKIN' A TELEPHONE CALL.

HIS MOTHER?

WELL, I DON'T THINK SO.

ALEXA?

NO.

OH.

IT'S A COUPLE MORE DAYS
AND THEN WE'LL TAKE
THE TRAIN BACK HOME.

GOSH.

I CAN'T WAIT
TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

IS YOUR FATHER
STILL SITTIN' THERE?

YES. I'M SORRY,

A-ABOUT YOUR BAD WEATHER,
THAT IS.

I--I HOPE
IT CHANGES SOON.

ME, TOO.

WHEN I GET BACK I THOUGHT
MAYBE YOU'D LIKE
TO COME TO DINNER.

MEET MY FOLKS.

OH.

UM, WELL, YES,

THAT--THAT--THAT WOULD BE
REAL NICE.

I'D BETTER GO. YES, YOU, TOO.

YES, ME, TOO.

GOODBYE.

ROBERT JONES?

[clearing throat]

YES, DADDY.

I DON'T KNOW HIM.

WELL, HE GOES TO TECH.
HE KNOWS MATT AND JOHN.

IS HE CATHOLIC?

DADDY--

IS HE?

NO, HE ISN'T.

WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU
ABOUT THAT?

YOU TOLD ME:

"JUDGE NOT,
LEST YE BE JUDGED."

[sighing]

AND WHERE IS HE
THAT THE WEATHER IS SO BAD?

YOU WERE LISTENIN'
TO MY CONVERSATION?

WELL, I'M SITTIN' RIGHT HERE.

HE'S PLAYIN'
A GOLF TOURNAMENT.

IN OAKMONT, PENNSYLVANIA,
IF YOU MUST KNOW.

THE U.S. AMATEUR?

YES.

THAT WAS BOBBY JONES
ON THE TELEPHONE?

HE PREFERS BOB.

WELL, IS HE WINNIN'?

HE'S IN THE FINALS.

(spectators)
OH!

[spectators clapping]

O.B., HE'S GONNA
WIN THIS DAMN THING.

I CAN FEEL IT.
A NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP.

[people chattering]

QUIET.

FORE!

[people muttering]

WHAT IN THE HELL
ARE YOU DOIN'?

SOMEBODY MOVED.

ARE YOU MAD?

IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.

[male announcer]
NOW BOARDING, TRACK 3,
LOCAL, HOMESTEAD,

RICHVALE, RANKIN, BRADLEY.

NOW DEPARTING ON TRACK 3,
LOCAL, HOMESTEAD,

RICHVALE, RANKIN, BRADLEY.

[sighing]

JUST DON'T TELL
YOUR OLD MAN.

[chuckling]

WELL, BOB, I GUESS
THIS IS YOUR RUNNER-UP YEAR.

YOU'VE COME 2ND
IN 4 TOURNAMENTS IN A ROW.

THAT MEGAPHONE.

THE MEGAPHONE DIDN'T BEAT ME.

DAVEY HERRON DID.

I LOST 13 POUNDS
IN THAT MATCH, O.B.

13 POUNDS.

I CAN PLAY 36 HOLES
IN THE HOT SUN AT HOME

AND NEVER LOSE
BUT A POUND OR 2.

I-I'VE JUST GOT TO LEARN
TO MANAGE IT BETTER.

I KEEP MAKIN'
STUPID MISTAKES.

WELL, YOU KNOW
WHAT WILL ROGERS SAID:

"GOOD JUDGMENT
COMES FROM EXPERIENCE,

AND A LOT OF THAT
COMES FROM BAD JUDGMENT."

IT'S TRUE.

I NEVER LEARNED ANYTHING
FROM A TOURNAMENT I WON.

"IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD
WHEN ALL ABOUT YOU

"ARE LOSING THEIRS

"IF YOU CAN MEET
WITH TRIUMPH AND DISASTER

AND TREAT THOSE 2 IMPOSTORS
JUST THE SAME"

"IF YOU CAN FILL
THE UNFORGIVING MINUTE

"WITH 60 SECONDS'
WORTH OF DISTANCE RUN,

YOURS IS THE EARTH
AND EVERYTHING THAT'S IN IT"

"AND WHICH IS MORE

YOU WILL BE A MAN MY SON"

AH, HELL, JUST KEEP IT.

HI, BOBBY.
HELLO.

WHO'S THAT?

I HAVE NO IDEA.

**[music playing at club]

HELLO, EVERYBODY.

HEY, BOBBY.

THIS IS MARY MALONE.
HI.

MARY. ALEXA.

NICE TO MEET YOU.

HOW DO YOU DO?

DO YOU PLAY GOLF, MARY?

OH, NO, I DON'T.

WELL, GANG,
TODAY IS JANUARY 15, 1920.

REMEMBER IT WELL.

IT IS THE LAST DAY
WE CAN DRINK LEGALLY.

(man)
THERE'S NO WAY
PROHIBITION CAN LAST.

(Alexa)
I READ AN ARTICLE
IN VANITY FAIR.

IT SAID WE'RE GOIN' ON
"THE GAUDIEST SPREE
IN HISTORY."

THEY CALL THIS THE JAZZ AGE.

HERE'S TO JAZZ, THEN.

AND OPERA.

AND GEORGIA TECH GOLF.

AND FRIENDS.

HI, BOBBY.

HELLO.

WE'RE HAVIN' A PARTY
AT OUR HOUSE.
YOU WANT TO COME BY?

UH, I'M--I'M WITH SOMEONE.
THANK YOU.

OH, WHAT'S YOUR
GIRLFRIEND'S NAME?

WE COULD CALL HER MARIGOLD,
BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT
SHE'S TRYIN' TO DO.

ARE YOU SURE
SHE'S YOUR TYPE?

THAT'S ENOUGH.

(both)
SHE DOESN'T DRINK,
SHE DOESN'T PET,

SHE HASN'T BEEN
TO COLLEGE YET.

BOBBY JONES!
I WANT TO BUY YOU A DRINK.

(Bobby)
I HAVE ONE, THANK YOU.

WHAT YOU DRINKIN'?

WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE BEER.

(man)
WAITRESS!

EXCUSE ME.

WAITRESS, 2 BEERS.

(Bobby)
MARY. MARY!

WELL, DON'T JUST SIT THERE.
GO AFTER HER.

(Bobby)
MARY.

[truck honking]

MARY.

WAIT.

OH, LET ME GO.

NO.
I'M GOIN' HOME.

I--I DON'T--
I DON'T PLAY GOLF.

AND I--
AND I DON'T GO TO COLLEGE

AND I DON'T DRINK.

AND IF THAT'S WHAT
YOU WANT--

I DON'T CARE ABOUT
ANY OF THAT.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE FAMOUS
WHEN I MET YOU.

I JUST KNEW
THAT YOU WERE SWEET.

MAYBE YOU NEED TO FIND
SOMEBODY WHO CAN--

I HAVE FOUND SOMEBODY.

[thunder rumbling]

[horn blowing]

[people chattering]

[people applauding]

[birds chirping]

[people chattering]

BONNY BOBBY, IS IT?

HI.

MY NAME'S ANGUS.

I'LL BE YOUR CADDY.

IT'S A PLEASURE
TO MEET YOU, ANGUS.

[spectators applauding]

THAT'S HARRY VARDON.

UH, MR.--MR. VARDON,
I'M--I'M BOB JONES.

HOW DO YOU DO?

IT'S A DREAM COME TRUE,

TO PLAY WITH YOU, UH,
HERE-HERE AT THE OPEN.

I SAW YOU AT--AT AN EXHIBITION
AT THE EAST LAKE GOLF CLUB
WHEN I WAS A BOY.

REALLY?

YEAH.

(starter)
NOW ON THE TEE,

FROM THE UNITED STATES
AMATEUR,

ROBERT TYRE JONES, JR.

[spectators groaning]

BITCH.

MR. VARDON, YOU EVER SEEN
A WORSE SHOT THAN THAT?

NO.

(spectators)
OH!

[clanking]

[spectators applauding]

EXCELLENT MATCH, MR. VARDON.

WELL PLAYED.

UH, WOULD YOU LIKE
TO HAVE DINNER TONIGHT?

I'M SORRY.
I HAVE A PREVIOUS ENGAGEMENT.

(Big Bob)
HE'S ON THE VERGE.

I CAN FEEL IT.

A PUTT HERE OR THERE
MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

IN A WORD--

THE WORD IS "VANITY."

I HAVE A GRANDSON
WHO IS WELL-EQUIPPED

FOR THE RIGORS OF COMMERCE,
AND YET YOU ALLOW HIM

TO DISSIPATE HIS POWERS
IN THE PRESENCE OF IDLE MEN.

MY SON IS A GROWN MAN, PAPA.

I HAVE NEVER DICTATED TO HIM
THE THINGS
THAT SHALL MAKE HIM HAPPY.

AND I WON'T START NOW.

WHY DO YOU DEFY ME

AND ALLOW IN YOUR SON
WHAT I WOULDN'T ALLOW IN YOU?

BECAUSE HE IS MY SON!

HE IS MY ONLY SON,
AND THERE'S GREATNESS IN HIM.

I CAN SEE IT
EVEN IF YOU CAN'T.

[chattering]

[clapping]

DAMN.

ANGUS, THIS DAMN WIND.
I CAN'T BELIEVE
HOW HARD IT BLOWS.

AYE. EVEN THE CROWS
ARE WALKING.

WHO MADE THIS COURSE?

A GLACIER,
15,000 YEARS AGO.

OH, BOB.

[grunting]

(Angus)
DO YOU KNOW THE DEFINITION
OF "INSANITY," LADDIE?

WHEN YOU KEEP DOING
THE SAME BLOODY THING

AND EXPECT TO GET
DIFFERENT RESULTS.

ANGUS, I HATE THIS COURSE.

IT'S A GOD-FORSAKEN
COW PATCH.

AN OLD WOMAN WITH
A CROQUET MALLET
COULD PLAY THIS HOLE IN 3.

I'VE DONE IT IN 2.

[chattering]

LADDIE, YOU DID WRONG.

YOU CAN BE FORGIVEN
FOR LOSING
BUT NOT FOR QUITTING.

THERE WON'T COME A DAY
WHEN IT SHALL BE FORGOTTEN

THAT BONNY BOBBY GAVE UP.

NOT BY 'EM, MIND YOU.
BUT BY YOU!

[knocking on door]

MR. VARDON.

I HEARD ABOUT
WHAT HAPPENED TODAY.

THE OLD COURSE GAVE YOU
A THRASHING, DID SHE?

HMM.

THAT'S HER DUTY.

THEY WERE PLAYING GOLF HERE

WHEN THEY STILL THOUGHT
THE WORLD WAS FLAT,
MR. JONES.

ALL I REALLY WANT TO SAY IS,

DON'T GIVE UP ON HER.

SHE'S THE GRANDEST COURSE
THERE IS.

HOPEFULLY,
SOME DAY YOU'LL SEE.

YOU KNOW,
I'VE BEEN PLAYING GOLF
FOR 35 YEARS,

I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE PLAY IT
WITH MORE GRACE.

WHATEVER YOU DO,
DON'T STOP HITTING THE BALL.

(Barbershop Quartet)
* HONEY, HONEY,
HEAR THAT TONE *

* ON THAT SLIPPERY
SLIDE TROMBONE *

* OH, BABY BEAUTIFUL

* OH, TUTTI-FRUTTIFUL

* PLEASE DON'T BLOW
THAT HOME, SWEET HOME *

* MISTER, DON'T YOU EVER WASTE
A FANCY TELEPHONE *

* SLIDE, SLIDE,
WHEN I GLIDE, GLIDE, GLIDE *

* TO THE MUSIC
OF THE SLIDE TROMBONE **

HE LOOKS SLUGGISH.

HE PLAYED WELL
THIS MORNIN'.

DON'T WORRY, COLONEL.
I THINK HE'S READY.

HE LEARNED HIS LESSON
AT ST. ANDREWS.

I'M PICKIN' HIM
TO WIN IT ALL.

OH, HELL, GRANTLAND,
EVERYBODY IS.

IS IT ME, OR DOES HE LOOK
LIKE HE'S LIMPIN'?

OH, GOD, NO.
HE'S GONNA GO FOR IT.

[people exclaiming]

SON OF A BITCH!

[woman grunting]

(man)
ARE YOU OK?

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MA'AM?

I'M SO SORRY.
I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.
I'M--I'M FINE.

REALLY, I'M--I'M FINE.

I'M--I'M SORRY.

IT IS FROM
GEORGE WALKER HIMSELF.

YOU WANT ME TO READ IT AGAIN?

"YOU WILL NEVER PLAY
IN ANOTHER U.S.G.A. EVENT

UNTIL YOU CAN LEARN
TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER."

DO YOU UNDERSTAND
WHAT THIS MEANS?

SIT DOWN!
I'M NOT FINISHED YET.

[sighing]

SON, I KNOW HOW DIFFICULT
THIS IS FOR YOU.

THE PRESSURE.

I UNDERSTAND THIS ENTIRE TOWN
IS ROOTIN' FOR YOU.

BETTIN' ON ME.

YOU HAVE TO FORGET
ABOUT ALL THAT.

FORGET ABOUT
THOSE OTHER GUYS.

YOU HAVE ALL THE TALENT
IN THE WORLD.

IT IS TIME FOR YOU
TO STEP UP AND BE A MAN!

IF I WIN,
DOES THAT MAKE ME A MAN?
IS THAT WHAT IT TAKES?

COME BACK HERE.

[groaning]

WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH YOUR LEG?

[exclaiming]

ROBERT, WHAT'S THE MATTER?

OH, MY GOD. ROBERT,
HOW LONG HAS IT
BEEN LIKE THIS?

WEEKS.

CAMILLA, CALL THE DOCTOR!

(Big Bob)
VARICOSE VEINS. AT HIS AGE.

I KEEP THINKIN' BACK
TO MERION,

WHEN HE WAS 14.

THERE WAS SO MUCH PROMISE.

YOU'RE DISAPPOINTED
IN HIM.

I DIDN'T SAY THAT.

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO.

[crickets chirping]

[moaning]

[sighing]

[groaning]

(Bobby)
DEAR MR. WALKER, I WANT
TO FORMALLY APOLOGIZE TO YOU

AND U.S.G.A. FOR MY BEHAVIOR
IN ST. LOUIS THIS FALL.

I WANT TO ASSURE YOU
THAT IN THE FUTURE,

I WILL ACT WITH ALL CIVILITY.

AND THAT I WILL NEVER
AGAIN SHOW ILL TEMPER

IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM
ON A GOLF COURSE.

YOU HAVE MY WORD ON THIS.

YOURS SINCERELY,
ROBERT TYRE JONES, JR.

**[orchestra playing]

HE SPEAKS
6 LANGUAGES.

[chattering]

A LITTLE BIT CLOSER.

SMILE, BOB.

YOU KNOW, I SAW YOUR SON
PLAY BASEBALL AT GEORGIA, R.T.

HE WAS A TERRIFIC PLAYER.

THAT WOULD BE
THE POOREST COMPLIMENT
YOU COULD PAY HIM.

WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS,
BOB?

WILL YOU TAKE UP
GOLF PROFESSIONALLY?

YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT IT.

PROS ARE MAKIN'
SOME BIG MONEY NOWADAYS.

LOOK AT WALTER HAGEN.

YOU'D EARN A LOT MORE
THAN ANY OTHER
PROFESSIONAL GOLFER.

WELL, I WAS THINKIN'
OF ENROLLING IN HARVARD
THIS FALL.

AND MY MOTHER WOULD LIKE ME
TO GET A MASTER'S
IN LITERATURE.

BUT YOU ARE GONNA PLAY
IN THE MAJOR TOURNAMENTS
THIS SUMMER?

WELL, ISN'T HE, COLONEL?

THAT WOULD BE UP TO HIM.

[crickets chirping]

(Bobby)
SIR WALTER,

I HEARD HE'S BROKEN ALL 11
OF THE 10 COMMANDMENTS.

[all laughing]

(Bobby)
IT'S NOT TRUE, PERRY.

HE JUST CAN'T BRING HIMSELF
TO ATTEMPT MORE THAN 6
OF THEM AT A TIME.

[students laughing]

GOOD MORNING. GOOD MORNING.

WHICH ONE OF YOU BOYS
IS GONNA BE 2ND?

PROCEED, MY GOOD MAN.
I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY.

[camera clicking]

(man on radio)
AFTER 4 ROUNDS AT THE US OPEN,

BOBBY JONES
AND BOB CRUICKSHANK
ARE TIED AT 76.

JONES BLEW A 3-STROKE LEAD
DOWN THE STRETCH

FINISHING, IN HIS OWN WORDS,
"LIKE A YELLOW DOG."

CRUICKSHANK MADE
2 CRUCIAL BIRDIES

AS JONES FALTERED
IN THE 2ND PLAYOFF.

BOBBY JONES
IS THE BEST SHOT-MAKER
IN GOLF,

BUT IT SEEMS,
HE JUST CAN'T WIN.

THE PLAYOFF TOMORROW...

IDLE HANDS
ARE THE DEVIL'S WORKSHOP.

[whistling]

(man on radio)
WALTER HAGEN FINISHED
3 STROKES BACK.

CYRUS.

[birds chirping]

(O.B.)
DID YOU GET ANY SLEEP?

DID YOU?

THE BETTIN' IS 10-TO-7
ON CRUICKSHANK.

HE'S GOT THE MOMENTUM,
COMIN' FROM BEHIND.

AND THEY'RE SAYIN'
THAT YOU'RE WEAK
UNDER THE BELT.

THAT'S WHAT
THEY'RE SAYIN', HUH?

THIS PLAYOFF, IT MEANS
A FORTUNE TO CRUICKSHANK.

YOU'LL JUST BE PLAYIN'
FOR PRIDE.

THIS TELEGRAM
CAME FOR YOU.

WHAT'S IT SAY?

"KEEP THE BALL
IN THE FAIRWAY

AND MAKE ALL THE PUTTS
GO DOWN."

AND IT'S SIGNED,

ROBERT TYRE JONES, SR.

GRANDFATHER.

IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T
REALIZED IT YET,

YOU'RE THE BEST GOLFER
IN THE WORLD.

NOW, WHEN YOU GET THAT
THROUGH YOUR HEAD,

YOU'RE NOT JUST GONNA WIN
ONE TOURNAMENT.

YOU'RE GONNA WIN 'EM ALL.

(male announcer)
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

THE CONTEST FOR THE 1923
OPEN CHAMPIONSHIP

WILL CONTINUE
WITH A PLAYOFF BETWEEN
MR. ROBERT TYRE JONES, JR.,

AND MR. ROBERT CRUICKSHANK.

STEWART, HOW YOU DOIN'?

GOOD, THANKS.
WHERE'S BIG BOB AT?

HE THINKS HE'S A JINX.
HE WON'T BE COMIN'.

GOOD IDEA.

(male announcer)
MR. JONES HAS THE HONORS.

[spectators applauding]

HEY, BOBBY,
HIT HELL OUT OF IT.

[spectators clapping]

[grunting]

JONES BIRDIED THE 17TH.
THEY'RE EVEN,
WITH ONE TO PLAY.

NOT GOOD.

WELL, HE SHOULD LAY UP.

[all cheering]

WELL PLAYED, BOBBY.

CONGRATULATIONS.

[spectators exclaiming]

I'VE FINALLY WON
A CHAMPIONSHIP.

I DON'T CARE
WHAT HAPPENS NOW.

...THE GOODS, AT ALL TIMES,
AFTER DELIVERY TO COCA-COLA

OR A TRANSPORTATION COMPANY--

[intercom buzzing]

YES, DORIS?

(Doris)
SORRY TO INTERRUPT, SIR,

BUT IT'S MAJOR COHEN
OF THE ATLANTA JOURNAL.

EXCUSE ME.

HELLO, MAJOR.

HOT DAMN AND HI-DEE-HO!

[laughing]

BOYS, I THINK
WE HAVE A CHAMPION.

[all laughing]

**[orchestra playing]

[audience applauding]

(man)
CONGRATULATIONS.

HO, HO, HO. BOBBY!

(man)
HOW LONG YOU BEEN
SELLING REAL ESTATE?

JUST A COUPLE OF MONTHS NOW.

WH-WHEN'S YOUR
NEXT TOURNAMENT?

UH, THE U.S. OPEN,
NEXT MONTH.

BUT GOLF IS NOT AS IMPORTANT

AS FINDIN' THE RIGHT HOUSE
FOR YOU AND YOUR WIFE.

UM, I--I THINK SHE WANTS
A WORD WITH YOU.

(woman)
I DON'T LIKE THIS HOUSE!

BUT, HONEY,
THIS IS BOBBY JONES.

[people cheering]

WHO'S BETTER THAN US, HUH?

OH, YOU BETTER SHOW ME
SOMETHIN' TODAY, KID.

ANYONE CAN WIN ONE OPEN.

SHUCKS, SHUCKS.

OFFICIAL. UH, OFFICIAL.

I CAUSED MY BALL
TO MOVE.

Y'ALL DIDN'T SEE IT MOVE?

NO.

I'M HAPPY
I DIDN'T SEE IT MOVE.

BOBBY.

WE'VE, UH,
TALKED WITH WALTER,

ALL THE OFFICIALS,
AND SEVERAL PEOPLE
IN THE GALLERY...

NOBODY SAW YOUR BALL MOVE.

IT SEEMS A MATTER
FOR YOU TO DECIDE.

ARE YOU SURE YOU CAUSED
THAT BALL TO MOVE?

I KNOW I DID.

YOU'RE TO BE
CONGRATULATED, SON.

SIR, THAT'S LIKE
CONGRATULATING A MAN
FOR NOT ROBBING A BANK.

I DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE
TO PLAY THE GAME.

[spectators cheering]

(O.B.)
BOBBY JONES LOST THE U.S. OPEN
BY ONE STROKE.

IN CALLING
A PENALTY ON HIMSELF,

HE DEMONSTRATED FOR ALL OF US
THE HIGHEST IDEAL
OF SPORTSMANSHIP

AND PERSONAL HONOUR.

I AM PROUDER OF HIM
THAN IF HE'D WON.

THERE ARE THINGS FINER
THAN WINNING CHAMPIONSHIPS.

[chuckling]

[train horn blowing]

[spectators cheering]

NICE SHOT, BOB.

BEAUTIFUL!

THAT WAS A BEATING
I'LL NOT SOON FORGET.

COME ON, LET'S GO
GET DRUNK.

(reporter)
THIS WAS BILLED

AS THE UNOFFICIAL
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP OF GOLF.

WHY DO YOU THINK
IT WAS SO LOPSIDED A VICTORY?

WELL, UH,

WHEN WALTER HAD TO PUTT,

HE MADE IT EVERY TIME.

[reporters laughing]

IT'S WELL DOCUMENTED THAT
YOU SHUN THE LIMELIGHT.

HOW DO YOU FEEL
BEING THE MOST FAMOUS
GOLFER IN THE WORLD?

I DON'T THINK I AM.
I THINK WALTER'S MUCH MORE
FAMOUS THAN I AM.

NO, I-I'M INFAMOUS.

I--I, UH,

I THINK FAME'S
OVERRATED, ANYWAY.

YOU KNOW, THEY ASKED
ENRICO CARUSO WHAT
HE THOUGHT OF BABE RUTH.

HE SAID, "I DON'T KNOW,
I NEVER HEARD HER SING."

(reporter)
WHAT'S YOUR HANDICAP COMING
INTO THIS SEASON, SIR WALTER?

SAME AS LAST YEAR.

DRINK AND DEBAUCHERY.

I JUST WANT TO SAY ONE THING.

EVEN IF HE HAD WON TODAY,

BOBBY JONES WOULD'VE
WALKED AWAY WITHOUT A DIME,

AND I WOULD'VE
GOTTEN THE PURSE.

NOW, BOB REALIZES
THAT A PROFESSIONAL

MAKES HIS LIVING
OUT OF THE GAME.

AND I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW
THAT I APPRECIATE
HIS IMMENSE GENEROSITY

IN COMING HERE
TO PLAY IN THIS EVENT.

THIS IS A SMALL TOKEN
OF MY ESTEEM.

THANK YOU, BOB.

[cameras clicking]

(reporter)
HUH, CONSOLATION PRIZE.

DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT'S GOING
TO BE A VERY PROMISING YEAR,
DOES IT, BOBBY?

(announcer on radio)
NOT A VERY PROMISING YEAR
FOR BOBBY JONES?

I'M HERE TO EAT MY WORDS,
SPORTS FANS.

IN WHAT HAS BEEN CALLED
THE FINEST GOLF EVER SEEN
IN THE UNITED KINGDOM,

BOBBY JONES HAS WON
THE BRITISH OPEN.

THIS YOUNG MAN HASN'T PLAYED
AS MUCH GOLF AS
YOUR AVERAGE DOCTOR,

BUT WITH HIS TRUSTY PUTTER,
CALAMITY JANE,
AND HIS DRIVER, JEANNIE DEANS,

HE' S QUICKLY
BECOMING THE GREATEST
TO EVER PLAY THE GAME.

IF HE CAN WIN THE U.S. OPEN
LATER THIS MONTH,

HE'LL BE THE ONLY
GOLFER IN HISTORY
TO HOLD BOTH WORLD TITLES.

CAN HE DO IT?

HERE'S MY ADVICE,
SPORTS FANS: BET THE RANCH.

* IF I WERE FAMOUS,
FOR EVEN A DAY *

[women laughing]

I WON A FORTUNE ON YOU, SON!

YOU'RE MY HERO!

* I'D BUY AN ESTATE *

I'M STAYING AT THIS HOTEL.

I PUT A BUNDLE DOWN ON YOU
TO WIN THE OPEN.
DON'T LET ME DOWN.

CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH,
MR. JONES? JUST SIGN MY SHIRT.

WE'RE GONNA HAVE
A BIGGER PARTY IN ATLANTA!

[grunting]

[gasping]

[Bobby retching]

I'M CALLIN' THE DOCTOR!

(Bobby)
NO.

(O.B.)
HE'S HOLDIN' IN HIS TEMPER

AND I THINK HE'S PAYIN'
THE PRICE FOR IT.

HE'S WOUND UP
TIGHTER THAN A DRUM.

ALL THE CELEBRATIONS,

NEW YORK, THEN ATLANTA,
ALL THE TRAVEL...

HELL, HE HASN'T HAD
ANY REAL TIME OFF
SINCE THE BRITISH OPEN.

AND NOW,
WITH ALL THIS PRESSURE...

I DON'T THINK
HE SHOULD PLAY.

DOCTOR,
THIS IS THE U.S. OPEN FINAL.

AND THERE'S ANOTHER ONE
NEXT YEAR.

HE'S EXHAUSTED, DEHYDRATED.

AND FRANKLY, GENTLEMEN,

I BELIEVE HE'S SUFFERING
FROM A NEUROLOGICAL DISORDER.

I'M GOING TO RUN MORE TESTS.

LOOK, EH,
HE'S NOT GONNA WIN ANYWAY.

HE'S, WHAT,
6 STROKES BEHIND?

I'M GOIN' TO PLAY.

JUST GIVE ME SOMETHIN'
FOR MY STOMACH.

ROB, THE DOCTOR THINKS--

JUST GIVE ME SOMETHIN'
FOR MY STOMACH.

THANK YOU, DOCTOR.

[spectators cheering]

I'M HEADIN'
BACK TO THE HOTEL.

THERE'RE STILL 2 OR 3 MEN
OUT THERE WITH A FAIR CHANCE
OF CATCHING YOU.

I KNOW, BUT I'VE GOT
TO GET AWAY FROM HERE.

[gasping]

[crashing]

BOB.

[sobbing]

BOB!

PLEASE.

ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE
WAS A NORMAL PERSON.

WE CAN'T UNDO
WHAT'S DONE, BOB.

YOU HAVE TO MAKE A DECISION.

I DID.

I CAME HERE TO WIN.

[phone ringing]

HELLO?

YES, WOULD YOU HOLD
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE?

MY LOVE FOR YOU
HAS NOTHIN' TO DO

WITH YOU WINNIN'
ANY CHAMPIONSHIPS.

(Mary)
YES.

YES, I'LL TELL HIM.

YOU JUST WON THE DAMN THING.

(professor)
THE JUDGE PREDICTED
DIRE CONSEQUENCES

IF THE PLAINTIFFS
WERE TO PREVAIL.

THESE WERE HARSH WORDS
BY THE LOWER COURT.

PROBABLY BLUFF.

THE APPEALS COURT REVERSED,

DEMANDING STRICT COMPLIANCE
WITH PROTECTIVE COVENANTS.

EVEN IN LAW,
THERE IS VIRTUE IN NECESSITY.

YOUR ASSIGNMENT
IS ON THE BOARD.

WE WILL COVER THE COMMON LAW
PRINCIPLE OF FINDS,

WHICH EXPRESSES THE ANCIENT
AND HONORABLE PRINCIPLE
OF FINDERS KEEPERS.

THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL COURSE.

I DON'T KNOW WHY
I COULDN'T SEE IT BEFORE.

AYE. IT'S THE TRUE TEST.

[spectators cheering]

NOTHIN' WOULD MAKE ME HAPPIER
THAN TO TAKE HOME YOUR TROPHY.

BUT I CANNOT.

PLEASE HONOUR ME
BY ALLOWIN' IT
TO BE KEPT HERE,

AT THE ROYAL AND ANCIENT
GOLF CLUB, WHERE IT BELONGS.

WELL SAID, BOBBY.

WELL SAID.

(spectators)
HIP, HIP, HURRAY!

HIP, HIP, HURRAY!

YEAH!

[spectators cheering]

HOW RARE. A PLAYOFF.

THIS IS GRANTLAND RICE,
BRINGING YOU
UP-TO-THE-MINUTE DETAILS

OF THE UNITED STATES
OPEN GOLF TOURNAMENT
AT WINGED FOOT.

WITH ONE HOLE TO PLAY
IN THE 36-HOLE PLAYOFF,

BOBBY JONES LEADS
A BELEAGUERED AL ESPINOSA
BY 23 STROKES.

I'LL GO AHEAD AND SAY IT.

THIS IS THE MOST
CRUSHING PERFORMANCE

BY A CHAMPION IN A PLAYOFF
IN THE HISTORY OF GOLF.

BOBBY JONES HAS WON
HIS 3RD U.S. OPEN

AND HIS 9TH MAJOR
PROFESSIONAL TOURNAMENT
IN 6 YEARS.

HE'S SO FAR AHEAD,
NO ONE IS 2ND.

AND BY THE BY,

LUCKY FOR ALL YOU
PROFESSIONAL GOLFERS OUT THERE

BOBBY JONES
HAS PASSED THE BAR.

COME ON, BOBBY.

(both)
CHEERS.

THANKS.

[phone ringing]

HONEY, CAN YOU JUST STOP THAT
FOR ONE SECOND?

HELLO?

HELLO, HONEY. I WON.

HELLO?

HONEY?

(Bobby)
THAT IS, THAT IS TERRIBLE.

THEN--THEN WHAT DID
MR. GRIMES SAY TO YOU?

HE TOLD ME TO GO TO HELL.

YOU KNOW, I THINK THE BEST
COURSE OF ACTION FOR YOU

IS JUST TO FORGET
ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING.

UH, BUT HE TOLD ME
TO GO TO HELL!

YES, WELL, I'VE CHECKED
THE LAW ON THAT, AND, UH,

YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO.

[snickering]

[chuckling]

HI, DADDY.

OH!

WELL, I'VE GOT SOMETHIN'
IN MY POCKET.

I WONDER WHAT IT IS.

WELL, THIS, UH,

MULLIGAN STEW IS FANTASTIC.

ROBERT JONES,
WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND?

BECAUSE WE KNOW
IT AIN'T MY COOKIN'.

I TALKED TO
MIKE McMAHAN TODAY.

IT WOULD SEEM THAT

THE U.S.G.A. WANTS ME TO
CAPTAIN THE WALKER CUP TEAM.

THE BRITISH AMATEUR
IS AT ST. ANDREWS THIS YEAR.

MARY?

MARY?

IN 6 YEARS, HAVE WE SPENT
EVEN ONE TOGETHER?

WELL, IF YOU'RE GONNA GO,

THEN GO.

THE BRITISH AMATEUR
IS THE ONLY MAJOR
I HAVEN'T WON.

THIS MAY BE MY LAST CHANCE.

MARY, HONEY,
I UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL.

YOU DO?

YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL?

THIS TIME
IT'S GONNA BE DIFFERENT.

THE U.S.G.A. IS PAYIN'
FOR EVERYTHIN'.

I'M--I'M TAKIN' YOU WITH ME.

DO YOU THINK
I'M WORRIED ABOUT MYSELF?

I KNOW WHAT THESE
TOURNAMENTS DO TO YOU,

I KNOW HOW EXHAUSTED

AND TIRED AND DEPRESSED
AND PHYSICALLY ILL YOU GET.

EVEN WHEN YOU WIN.
AND WHEN YOU LOSE...

WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS

OVER AND OVER.

[sobbing]

I CAN'T STAND BY
AND WATCH YOU KILL YOURSELF

OVER A STUPID TROPHY ANYMORE.

DON'T YOU HAVE ENOUGH OF THEM?

HOW MANY IS ENOUGH, BOB?

[sighs]

**[Non Piangere, Liu!
by Puccini playing]

IT'S ONE OF
YOUR FAVOURITES.

PUCCINI DIED
BEFORE HE FINISHED IT.

SOMETIMES I WONDER
IF ITS BEAUTY

WAS THE VERY THING
THAT KILLED HIM.

A SLAVE GIRL LOVES A PRINCE,

BUT HE CANNOT RETURN
HER LOVE.

HE MUST NOT KNOW.

(Bobby)
OH, HE KNOWS. VERY WELL.

BUT THERE'S AN
EVIL PRINCESS IN THE LAND,

AND HE MUST SOLVE
A RIDDLE SHE INVENTED.

THEN HE'LL BE FREE
OF HIS DESIRE FOR HER.

SHE BEGS AND PLEADS,
THE GIRL WHOSE LOVE IS TRUE,

BUT HE SENDS HER AWAY.

I'VE BEEN SELFISH.

NO, YOU HAVEN'T.

MARY, SOMETIMES I FEEL
LIKE I'M IN A CAGE.

LIKE A,

LIKE A CAGE
OF CHAMPIONSHIP.

FIRST YOU'RE EXPECTED
TO GET INTO IT,

AND YOU'RE EXPECTED
TO STAY THERE.

I CAN WIN ALL 4 OF THEM.

WHAT?

I CAN WIN ALL 4 MAJORS.

BOB.

MARY, I CAN DO IT.

I CAN'T GET AWAY
FROM THIS IDEA
OF PREDESTINATION.

I HAVE TO DO IT.

AND THEN I'M GONNA GIVE IT UP.

I WILL HAVE DONE EVERYTHIN'.

NO ONE CAN SAY A WORD.

BUT I CAN'T DO IT
WITHOUT YOU.

[panting]

[grunting]

(reporter)
WILL YOU TALK
TO THE PAPERS?

MR. JONES, WHAT DO YOU THINK
YOUR CHANCES ARE

TO WIN ALL 4
MAJORS THIS YEAR?

LLOYDS OF LONDON
HAVE THE ODDS
OF 120-TO-1 AGAINST IT.

NO WONDER.
NO ONE COULD DO THAT.

I'VE PUT $500 ON HIM.

AYE!

**[band playing]

(starter)
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

YOU GAZE UPON THE WINNER
OF THE 1930
AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP.

SAID WINNER TO BE
FORMALLY PRESENTED
TO YOU BY MYSELF

AT SOME JUNCTURE
IN THIS FINAL
ROUND OF MATCH PLAY.

MR. BOBBY JONES

VERSUS A CHAMPION
OF THE UNITED KINGDOM

MR. ROGER WETHERED.

AT YOUR PLEASURE, GENTLEMEN.

GOOD LUCK.

THANK YOU.

[spectators cheering]

[spectators exclaiming]

A 3-FOOTER,
AND THE AMERICAN
IS OUR CHAMPION.

ON MY SIGNAL, BEGIN PLAYING,

AND WE ESCORT THE WINNER
TO THE CLUBHOUSE.

[spectators cheering]

**[band playing]

(announcer on radio)
AFTER 6 GRUELLING AND CLOSELY
CONTESTED MATCHES THIS WEEK,

BOBBY JONES
EMERGED VICTORIOUS TODAY

AFTER BEATING
ROGER WETHERED 5 AND 4.

I TOLD YOU NOT TO WORRY.

HIS MOON IS IN SAGITTARIUS.
HE'S IN A VERY POWERFUL CYCLE.

WITH THIS VICTORY,
MR. JONES RAISES THE QUESTION:

CAN HE WIN
THE REMAINING MAJOR CONTESTS
THIS SEASON?

CAN HE WIN
THE IMPREGNABLE QUADRILATERAL?

YES, OF COURSE HE CAN.

GET UP, LET'S POUR
SOMETHING FOR HIM.

DON'T YOU START DRINKIN'
TILL I'M THERE TO SUPERVISE.

YES, DEAR. COME ALONG.

MORNING.

GOOD MORNING, SIR. SORRY,
YOU CAN'T PARK HERE, SIR.

DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

YES, SIR.

THEN YOU KNOW
I'M THE DEFENDING
BRITISH OPEN CHAMPION.

YES, SIR.

AND YOU ALSO KNOW
THAT FOR SOME ARCHAIC REASON

PROFESSIONAL GOLFERS
ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE

THE CLUBHOUSE FACILITIES.
AMATEURS ONLY.

YES, SIR.

WELL, THIS AUTOMOBILE
IS MY DRESSING ROOM.

AND THIS AUTOMOBILE
IS MY WARDROBE.

AND THESE STAY PARKED
RIGHT HERE
UNTIL THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER.

YOU SEE,
I'M HERE TO BEAT BOBBY JONES.

HEY, FELLOWS.

I'M HERE
TO BEAT BOBBY JONES.

[men muttering]

[spectators cheering]

HOW ARE WE DOIN'?

WALTER HAGEN SHOT A 68.

YOU ONLY HAVE ONE ROUND
TO CATCH HIM.

OR HIM TO SINK
TO MY LEVEL.

CAREFUL, O.B.

YOU'VE GOT A BIG BLACK THING
ON YOUR HEAD.

YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME
WITH THOSE 40-FOOTERS.

[all chuckling]

[spectators chattering]

[gasps]

MR. RAMSEY,
THE PUTTER PLEASE.

THANK YOU.

[spectators clapping]

YOUR BOY'S FINISHED.

[spectators cheering]

I RECOGNIZE YOU.

YOU'RE THE BRITISH OPEN
CHAMPION.

MARY GAVE ME
YOUR STOMACH MEDICATION.

[moaning]

I GUESS THERE'LL BE
ANOTHER PARADE IN NEW YORK.

AND THE PROS WILL BE
GUNNIN' FOR YOU
AT INTERLACHEN.

YOU KNOW, O.B.,
THE LONGER I PLAY THIS GAME,

THE HARDER IT GETS.

SMILE.

[people chattering]

IT'S 110 IN THE SHADE.

THANK GOODNESS
WE DON'T HAVE TO
PLAY IN THE SHADE.

HELLO, KID.

HELLO, WALTER.

HOW'S THAT SWING?

YOU REMEMBER
OUR MATCH IN '26?

I SEEM TO REMEMBER
YOU BEAT THE LIVIN' HELL
OUT OF ME.

REMEMBER WHAT
THE HEADLINES SAID?

I THINK I TRIED TO AVOID
THE PAPERS FOR A TIME.

"JONES LOSES TO HAGEN."

THAT'S WHAT THE PAPERS SAID.

YOU WERE ALWAYS THE NEWS.

ALWAYS THE NEWS, KID.
WIN OR LOSE.

BUT YOU KNOW THIS IS,

THIS IS WHERE IT STOPS,
DON'T YOU?

IF YOU PULL OFF THIS, UH,
THIS GRAND SLAM THING,

THEN I AM NOTHIN'
BUT A FOOTNOTE.

I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN.

I KNOW.

HUH.

YOU KNOW,
IT'S KIND OF HOT OUT THERE.

YOU MIGHT WANT TO
ROLL YOUR SLEEVES UP.

(Bobby)
I CAN'T.

(golfer)
WHO'S GONNA BE
2ND, WALTER?

[golfers laughing]

TELL ME SOMETHIN', FELLOWS.

WHY IS IT, WHENEVER
I FAIL TO STOP THIS AMATEUR,

THE REST OF YOU
CURL UP AND DIE, TOO?

ALL THIS DAMN PART-TIMER
HAS TO DO IS SHOW UP

AND THE BEST, THE BEST PROS
IN THE BUSINESS DROP DEAD.

ONE OF YOU BETTER STEP UP
IN THE FINAL ROUND,
YOU HEAR ME?

GO TO HELL, HAGEN.

HE'S THE BEST THERE IS,
AND YOU KNOW IT.

[all cheering]

(spectators)
3 IN A ROW, 1 TO GO!
3 IN A ROW, 1 TO GO!

3 IN A ROW, 1 TO GO!
3 IN A ROW, 1 TO GO!

(man)
WELL DONE, SIR.

3 IN A ROW, 1 TO GO!

(man)
BOBBY, YEAH!

SET 'EM UP.

(bartender)
YES, SIR.

[clapping]

GET THIS THING OFF ME.

SO, JONES, WHEN ARE YOU
GONNA CASH IN?

HAGEN'S PITCHIN'
THAT HAIR TONIC,

WHICH IS WHY
YOU NEVER SEE HIM WEAR A HAT.

THEY PAY A MAN
NOT TO WEAR A HAT,
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?

HAIR TONIC, SHAVING CREAM.
ALL YOU'VE GOT TO DO

IS SIGN YOUR NAME
AND MAKE A MILLION BUCKS.

SO, WHAT'S HOLDIN' UP
YOUR PARADE, SPORT?

I'M AN AMATEUR, MR. MULLEN.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE ORIGIN
OF THAT WORD IS?

IT'S FROM
THE LATIN ROOT, TO LOVE.

TO BE AN AMATEUR
IS TO LOVE THE GAME.

ONCE YOU PLAY FOR MONEY,

YOU CAN'T CALL IT
LOVE ANYMORE.

BUT I GUESS
YOU'D KNOW ALL ABOUT THAT.

SO, WHAT ARE YOU, JONES,
SOME KIND OF IDIOT?

DON'T THINK I DON'T READ
YOUR CRAP, KEELER.

AND THAT'S NOT THE STORY
WE ALL WANT.

WE WANT THE ONE YOU'D PRINT
IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE
YOUR NOSE STUCK SO FAR--

[grunts]

[men mumbling]

BY GOLLY, IT'S FISTICUFFS.

BOBBY JONES IS A TRUE AMATEUR
AND A GENTLEMAN.

THERE'LL NEVER BE
ANOTHER ONE LIKE HIM.

MONEY.

IT'S GONNA RUIN SPORTS.

COLONEL.

COLONEL?

BOB, HE'S GOT
TERRIBLE STOMACH CRAMPS.

I THINK IT'S HIS APPENDIX.

UH, WELL, WE'VE RUN
EVERY TEST WE KNOW.

AND WE ALL AGREE THAT

THE CRAMPS ARE BEING CAUSED
BY A NERVOUS DISORDER.

AND ALL I CAN DO
IS PRESCRIBE PAREGORIC.

I'M O.B. KEELER,
BRINGING YOU THE FIRST EVER
LIVE RADIO BROADCAST

OF THE U.S.
AMATEUR GOLF CHAMPIONSHIP.

MR. BOBBY JONES'S QUEST
FOR THE GRAND SLAM.

"DOES THE ROAD WIND UPHILL
ALL THE WAY

"YES, TO THE VERY END

"WILL THE JOURNEY
TAKE THE WHOLE DAY

FROM NOON TILL NIGHT,
MY FRIEND"

(announcer on radio)
...FROM THE
MERION CRICKET CLUB,

WHERE BOBBY JONES
HAS DEFEATED JESS SWEETSER

IN THE SEMI-FINALS
OF THE U.S. AMATEUR
GOLF CHAMPIONSHIP.

GENE HOMANS IS NOW THE ONE MAN
WHO STANDS BETWEEN

MR. JONES AND THE GRAND SLAM.

[sighing]

[knocking on door]

GOOD LUCK, SON.

GOOD LUCK.

(O.B. on radio)
BOBBY JONES WINS THE HOLE.

HE'S 8 UP WITH 8 TO PLAY.

BOBBY JONES TO PUTT.

HE LINES IT UP.

NOW, THE PUTT SHOULD BREAK
SHARPLY TO THE LEFT.

(all)
OH.

JONES JUST MISSES LEFT,
LEAVING HIM A 3-FOOTER.

MR. HOMANS TO PUTT.

HE ADDRESSES THE BALL.

NOW, THIS PUTT
SHOULD BREAK RIGHT.

(O.B.)
NOT EVEN CLOSE.

[stuttering]
MR. HOMANS,

HE'S CONCEDING THE HOLE
AND THE MATCH.

(O.B.)
BOBBY JONES HAS WON
THE GRAND SLAM!

BOBBY JONES HAS
WON THE GRAND SLAM!

[people screaming]

(O.B. on radio)
BOBBY JONES HAS WON
THE GRAND SLAM!

HE WON!

OH!

YOUR DAD WON.

WHEN DO YOU TURN PRO?

PARDON ME. COMING THROUGH.

(Big Bob)
WHERE IS HE?

CONGRATULATIONS, SON.

THANK YOU.

THERE ARE FINER THINGS
THAN WINNING CHAMPIONSHIPS.

COULD I INTEREST YOU
IN A MARRIAGE
TO A FULL-TIME ATLANTA MAN?

I THINK
YOU'LL LIKE THIS FELLOW.

AN OBSCURE LAWYER.

DOTS "I'S," CROSSES
"T'S" ALL DAY.

HOME FOR DINNER BY 5:30.

IT SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM.

IT'S OUR DREAM.

I'M FINISHED, MARY.

I'M RETIRIN'
FROM TOURNAMENT GOLF.

YOU FULFILL MY HEART, MARY.

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU.

YOU KNOW,
I LOVE WHAT GRANTLAND WROTE:

"FOR WHEN
THE ONE GREAT SCORER COMES
TO WRITE AGAINST YOUR NAME

"HE WRITES NOT
THAT YOU WON OR LOST

BUT HOW YOU PLAYED THE GAME"

YOU WON ALL THESE TOURNAMENTS
FOR YOUR DAD AND FOR ME,

AND THE PEOPLE OF ATLANTA.

YOU GOT 2 COLLEGE DEGREES
FOR YOUR MOTHER,

BECAME A LAWYER
FOR YOUR GRANDFATHER,

AND YOU RETIRED
FROM GOLF FOR YOUR WIFE.

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO
FOR YOURSELF?

(Bobby)
WE'RE STANDIN'
ON THE FIRST TEE.

I'M GONNA CALL IT
AUGUSTA NATIONAL.

IT'S GONNA BE MY HOMAGE
TO ST. ANDREWS.

[spectators cheering]

(man)
WELCOME BACK
TO THE COURSE AT ST. ANDREWS.

HOW ARE YOU?
FINE.