Who are you?
What are you doing?
There's a golf Iinks going in here.
What's golf?
Golf is a game played by gentlemen.
Not for the Iikes of you.
Now, run along, boy.
Here it is, sir.
Come on! Let's go!
That's it. Sit up straight, Sarah.
Lightly on the reins. There.
This is how we do it, Francis.
We work hard, and we bring home the money.
Work hard. Bring home the money.
- Guillermo! - Yes, sir!
Come on!
Francis, what in the world are you doin'?
It's after midnight!
You're keepin' your brother up. Go to bed.
Raymond, go to sleep. No talkin'.
No noises. I mean it.
What have you got there, Francis? Hmm?
Francis.
Can I see him, Father? PIease?
What's he talking about? See who?
Harry Vardon.
Any gentleman who plays this game
is not a friend to you.
I know.
But he's the greatest ever.
- Arthur, I don't see the harm in... - Not another word.
The boy goes to school today.
That's the end of it.
Mrs. Darcy, mind the Iittle one!
He'II try to climb those stairs.
Francis, Ieave your books.
I've got shoppin' to do. You come with me now.
Father said I had to go to school.
You can miss school for one day.
Besides, I need help with me packages. Come along.
What could be causing such a fuss?
Go on. I'II find ya.
Thank you, Iadies and gentlemen.
I'II now presume upon your goodwill
and request the services of a volunteer.
Anyone?
Hello. What's your name?
- Francis. - Hello, Mr. Francis.
Now, do you know what this is?
A brassie.
So it is. Have a bash.
Go on.
That's all right, Francis. Even in our darkest hour,
we must always remember, you never despair.
Have you held a Iive bird in your hands?
Not too hard to hurt her.
Just firm enough to stop it from flying away.
Try it again.
Did you see that?
Hail the conquering hero!
Mr. Darwin.
- Is this what I think it is? - I'm not sure, Harry.
I received a summons from Lord Northcliffe,
- just as you did. - Keep the change, mate.
- He's waiting inside. - Today's the day.
But, Harry, no professional has ever been asked
to join a gentlemen's golf club as a member.
First time for everything, Bernard.
- Yes. - Look at this place.
Why else would they want you here?
He doesn't confide in me. I only work for him.
Ten years ago, I was clippin' hedges.
Marvelous.
Brilliantly done, Harry.
Thank you, sir.
I'd be honored if you gentlemen would consider
- adding it to your trophy case. - A glittering addition.
We'd be pleased to keep it for you. Wouldn't we, Neville?
Handsome.
But you might not get it back without a tussle.
Don't plan on handing it back myself without a fight.
Harry, I'II come to the point.
We've had an opening at our club.
Lord Bullock chairs the membership committee.
What does your father do?
Uh, he's a gardener on Jersey, sir.
I'm told you're Church of Rome.
- Mother's French? - Yes, sir.
I believe we can work around it.
It's decided, then. You're just the man for us.
Well, I don't know what to say, sir.
Well, say yes.
We want you to work for us. Decent wage.
You can run your own shop.
Lessons, of course. Charge what you Iike for those.
You're the only man who can set me right.
You'II have your work cut out.
I think it's drinks all around.
I'm told you'll work for us...
Golf is a game played by gentlemen.
Not for the likes of you. Played by gentlemen.
Run your own shop. Decent wage.
Run along, boy.
Francis. It's after midnight.
Just one more, Mother.
Mr. Hastings!
- Ah, Master Francis. - Sir.
We now Iack but one essential
to complete the swift appointment of our round:
- Your clubs. - My clubs, sir?
Caddies aren't allowed on the course. If Mr. Campbell sees me out there...
You Iet me worry about Campbell. Go. Get those clubs.
You go, boy. Get those clubs.
- Well struck, Iad. - Thank you, sir.
What did you shoot?
Uh, an 81, sir.
What did you take on 1 5?
A nine, sir.
So you shot an 81 first time around
on the toughest golf course in New England?
- With a nine? - Well, I... I think I...
I saw you standing there, knowing caddies aren't supposed to play...
Go on.
I... I think I got a Iittle nervous, sir.
We needed to see how you handled yourself.
Handled myself?
National Amateur Championship's here next month.
Are you saying that I can...
What do I have to do?
- You have to play in the qualifier. - That's the easy part.
You have to be approved by the executive committee.
You're a caddie here?
Yes, sir. For ten years.
I recently resigned to preserve my status as an amateur.
What, no plans to turn professional?
Uh, no, sir. I plan to have a career in business.
- Oh, business? - Yes.
What sort of business?
Howard, we need...
Sorry. Carry on.
What's your home club? I don't see it here.
They have to sponsor you.
My home club?
- I'm between clubs at the moment. - Look, see here.
you may have qualified as a player,
but this just isn't the sort of thing that caddies do.
You're a caddie?
Yes, sir, I was.
Caddies don't play in the Amateur. It's not for your kind.
Members only.
We need to discuss the opening on the greens committee.
I'm sorry. But there must be a way
for somebody who's not a member to compete.
Not this year.
As if he could afford the $50 entrance fee.
Excuse me. Sir...
...if I were to pay the $50,
would I need to belong to a club?
Technically, no.
You would still need a club member in good standing to sponsor you, and...
And... that would be me.
Fifty dollars to play golf.
I'II pay back every penny from my earnings.
Is this how I failed you? Is that all you've Iearned from me?
No, sir. But it's just a game.
A game?
A game doesn't give a man what he needs to make a Iife, feed his family.
If I win, great things could happen.
Nothing will happen.
They'II use you for their own amusement.
I can do this. This is something I'm good at.
What if you do?
What will you get for your $50?
I had dreams too, Francis.
No matter what you do,
they'II never Iet you cross that street.
AII I want is a chance.
OK.
OK, we make a bargain.
You promise me if you Iose, no more golf.
You give up this fool's game.
You finish your schooling, you Iearn a trade,
and you bring home an honest wage.
If I don't qualify?
Yes, I promise.
It's the English edition. It's not even in print here yet.
Harry Vardon.
Thank you.
Read it, study it.
You'II need a 78 to qualify.
Stiffer competition.
These are the best amateurs in the country.
Do you think I'm ready?
I don't know, and neither will you until you're in it.
There's golf, and there's championship golf.
Keep it for me. I'm going to the party.
They said all the players are invited.
What's it Iike in there?
I couldn't tell you. I'm not allowed inside.
Do me a favor, would you?
Hi. This boy I used to see before I Ieft for college is after me.
- Pretend you asked me to dance. - There you are, you peach.
You know, you can't avoid me all evening.
I... I said a dance, Phillip.
Not this one.
- I promised this one to... - Francis Ouimet.
- Do I know your family? - I don't know.
- Phillip Wainwright? - Wainwright?
Oh, yes. Wainwrights, good people.
Wainwrights.
Well, the evening's young. She'II catch up with you.
You're a real sport for helping.
It's no trouble.
I had the craziest day.
I take a train from Philadelphia, my bags end up in Baltimore.
My tux is in the bags in Baltimore.
I'm wearing the houseman's suit.
I think you Iook just fine.
You too.
Is he gone?
No, he's still watching.
Shall we dance?
You said you were going to college?
Smith. First semester.
Oh.
Where are you going?
To college?
I'm taking the year off to consider my options.
I think that's so wise.
Perhaps you'II go to Europe.
Perhaps I will. 'Cause I have family in France.
I'm sorry. What did you say your name was again?
Francis. Ouimet.
Oh, Iook! There's my brother!
- Freddie, you must know Francis. - Freddie.
Caddie Boy.
Freddie, you're such a kidder.
Dad, Mother, this is Francis Ouimet.
How do you do?
That's a beautiful dress.
Francis is playing in the tournament.
Yes, yes, I know.
Well, you boys chat. Mother and I will be right back.
Swell girl, your daughter.
Young man, you may have been invited,
but don't get the idea that you belong here.
There are only two types of player:
Those who keep their nerves in control and win championships,
and those who do not.
Five or Iess, and you make the cut.
Eighteen? I can make five here in my sleep.
That's the one.
Congratulations.
That's too bad, Caddie Boy.
You could caddie for me in the tournament.
You're available, right?
Congratulations, son. Well played.
Empire, Harry.
The sun never sets on us, all that rubbish.
Consider the glory that was Greece of AIexander the Great.
Now you can't even find it on a map.
Greece introduced sport to the world,
pure expression of their superiority.
We've trodden that same road.
Football, cricket, rugby, golf.
AII the major championships remain in British hands.
Save one.
What are you proposing?
The U.S. Open.
You won it before.
I want you to mount a new campaign
to do to the Americans
what AIexander did to the Persians.
Lay waste to 'em.
My papers get exclusive coverage.
Bernard here comes along to chronicle your conquest.
It's our game, man.
Win their Open and bring back that trophy.
You pocket your winnings, of course.
- Wouldn't pay for the crossing, sir. - AII expenses paid.
As part of an exhibition tour, all sponsors arranged.
Does that cover it?
Yep. That'd do it.
And I hear there's talk
of an honorary membership at the club.
This would clinch it.
And I daresay His Majesty might want to show his gratitude
to England's greatest sportsman.
Harry Vardon, Order of the British Empire.
Has a nice ring to it.
I'II need a partner. Somebody to share the workload with.
My thoughts exactly.
Wilfred here is your man. Top amateur in the British Isles.
Delighted, old chap.
Jolly good wheeze, what?
Giving the Yanks a thorough thrashing.
I had someone else in mind.
Ted Ray?
Christ, he's a Visigoth.
No, he's a Jerseyman.
'Scuse me.
AII bets off!
- Come on! - Come on!
- Ted! - Harry!
Hey! Look at you!
What's this, another night out with your ruling class masters?
Ted Ray, Lord Northcliffe.
Lord Northcliffe? The honor is entirely mine.
What brings you down this way, Harry?
Hello, hello
Stop your little games
Don't you think your ways you ought to mend
Can you believe they moved the Open back three months
just so one guy can play in it?
Well, he's Harry Vardon,
The Stylist, The Greyhound.
I don't care if he's the man in the moon.
They wouldn't do that for an American.
Ask Francis. He used to play.
- You did? - No, not really.
Ah, he's being modest.
He used to be good before he gave it up
for the glamour of retail. Isn't that right, Francis?
Francis!
Casey would waltz with the strawberry blonde
And the band played on
He'd glide 'cross the floor with the girl he adored
And the band played on
His brain was so loaded it nearly exploded
The poor girl would shake with alarm
He 'd ne 'er leave the girl
With the strawberry curl
And the band played on
Oh, well. It was glorious.
- Wasn't it glorious? - Yes, it was.
Have you ever heard such a voice?
It was Iike the... the music was coming through her
from someplace else.
That's the feeling I've always wanted...
Francis, for what? Hmm?
There he is. Francis! Come here.
Meet Robert Watson,
president of the United States Golf Association.
Francis, pleasure.
Well, the pleasure's mine, sir.
Uh, Iet me have a salesman show you our equipment.
- It's the best selection in Boston. - He's not here to buy clubs.
I hear you Iive in Brookline, not far from the country club.
Right across the street.
We're holding our Open Championship there in two weeks.
- Your name came up. - My name, sir?
I'm Iooking to add a Iocal amateur to the field.
Harry Vardon's playing. And Ted Ray.
Mr. Watson, thank you, but I can't accept.
- Why not? - I'm awfully busy here.
And, uh, I don't play golf anymore.
- How old are you, Francis? - I'm 20, sir.
Awfully young to be giving up on your dreams, aren't you?
I just have different ones now, that's all.
I'm sorry, Mr. Hastings.
There's no need to explain, Francis.
AII the best.
That swing Iooks familiar.
What are you doing here?
Father's taking me out for our annual round.
My brother said that you were working here.
Your brother. I've seen him in here a couple times.
I was hoping you could sell me some equipment.
I'm not actually the salesman.
Still considering your options?
Yeah.
I'II go get you a salesman.
AII right.
Harry Vardon.
The Stylist. Practice round.
We're expecting a big turnout, so it's important we have marshals here...
Mr. Watson. Francis Ouimet.
- Can I speak to you, sir? - What is it?
If that offer is still good, I'd Iove to take you up on it.
We have to think about that.
- I'm not asking for favors... - Can you give us a moment?
What about Grove Street?
Meet me here, sunup.
You've got some work to do.
Billy, where do we stand?
Cut Iine's 76.
Six holes to make up four shots.
What is it? What's wrong?
- You just made six straight birdies. - I did?
Congratulations, Iad. You're in the Open.
Gentlemen?
I want to welcome you all, professionals and amateurs alike,
to the 1 8th United States Open Championship.
Four rounds of golf to be played over the next two days
to identify the best player in the world.
Let's give a special welcome
to the British Amateur Champion, Mr. Wilfred Reid...
...and our famous professional visitors,
Harry Vardon and Ted Ray.
I'II yield the floor to our defending champion,
a professional from Philadelphia, John McDermott.
If you read the papers, there's a Iot of talk
about the great English champions sailing over here to play in our Open.
As the only born American to win this cup,
I'd Iike to say to you boys, welcome.
- We're happy to have you. - Hear, hear.
We know Harry Vardon was winning Opens
back when most of us were Iearning our ABC's.
He's a genius in the history of our game.
Mr. Vardon, I know you won this baby once before.
I see your name here.
It's a Iong time ago, by the Iook of it.
Well, we hope you boys have a nice time here in Boston.
Personally, I don't think you will.
I don't care if you whupped us the Iast six weeks.
I'm tired of people saying all you have to do to win is show up!
This time you're not taking our damn cup back!
Might just have to kill that one.
- Good Iuck, sir. - Thank you, sir.
Billy.
See you first thing tomorrow morning?
- I can't. - Well, why not?
This English fella offered me 20 bucks,
50 if he wins.
Well, I can't give you anything Iike that.
I'm sorry, Francis. I've got two kids at home.
Mr. Campbell? I just Iost my caddie.
Do you know somebody?
- Sorry, all the Iads are taken. - What am I supposed to do?
Hitch up your knickers. You think Vardon and Ray
will take pity because you carry your own bag?
This is the Open. Every man for himself.
What am I doing here?
Hey, Francis!
Jack! What are you doin' here?
Me and Eddie hooked school to come watch the practice round.
Are you still caddying out at Franklin Park?
- That's right. - Any chance you can
carry for me tomorrow?
- In the Open? - Yeah.
Well, what happened to your guy?
He got a better offer.
Then that guy's a big, fat jerk! What?
Jack, if you're gonna do this,
you gotta be here tomorrow at 7':30 sharp.
Do it!
Can Eddie come too?
Jack, I can't change the rules.
You're only allowed one man on the bag.
Maybe he could walk with us and keep score.
We'II figure it out.
- Is that OK with you? - Sure.
Francis, you got yourself a deal.
That's great, Jack. That's great.
I'II see ya, Eddie.
I'II get it, Henry!
And what do you want?
I was hopin' to speak to Sarah. Is she here?
She Ieft for college.
- When, today? - Yeah.
Give her a message for me.
Who was that, Freddie?
Ah, it was... it was no one. It was a peddler.
Did you hear about the caddie playing in the Open?
It should never have happened. Reflects badly on all concerned.
I say, if he wants to go out and play
and make a fool of himself again, so much the better.
- Who are you talking about? - It's a club matter.
Caddie Boy.
Ouimet.
Insists he's an amateur. What is the world coming to?
- More bisque, sir? - Thank you, Henry.
And what kind of pie does Audrey have for us tonight?
- Huckleberry, sir. - Ah. Splendid.
Did you think you could keep it from me?
I didn't try to.
Your name is in the newspaper, sneaking around behind my back.
No, no, no, Father...
You're going to stop this now.
A man knows his place and makes his peace with it.
- I can't talk about this. - Then you Iisten.
This is for your own good.
I am trying to protect you.
Protect me from what?
Francis, those men don't have to earn a place in this world.
It's given to them.
We're not those kind of people.
Now, you go tell them that you can't do this.
It's a mistake.
I won't do that.
You gave me your word.
I can't quit now. I'm sorry.
Then so help me, when this is over,
you find somewhere else to Iive.
Fine.
Make sure these people get the etiquette guide.
Most of them have never been on a golf course before.
God help us.
Mr. Ouimet!
Eddie!
Where's Jack? I tee off in ten minutes.
Truant officer caught him. He's in school.
- Why aren't you with him? - Come on! This is the U.S. Open.
Thanks for coming to tell me.
Mr. Ouimet, I can caddie for you.
Eddie, my bag is as big as you are.
But I can do it!
I carry for Iots of fellas at Franklin Park. Ask 'em.
I came to make good on what Jack promised.
I hooked school, took three streetcars and I am big enough!
I'm in 5th grade, and I want to caddie for you!
Calm down for a second.
How about this? I'II carry my bag, and you walk next to me.
- No, Mr. Ouimet! - Call me Francis.
- I can do it, Mr. Ouimet. - Francis.
I know your game. I've seen you play.
- I can carry that bag! - AII right. AII right.
You can caddie for me. OK? But you're gonna have to call me Francis.
- OK, Francis. - AII right.
You got a problem?
This is the 9:45 tee time.
The professional from Cattawaukee Golf CIub,
AIbert Murray.
From Brookline, Massachusetts,
amateur Mr. Francis Ouimet.
Whatever you decide, Francis,
keep your head down and I'II watch the ball.
We're gonna par this hole.
That's the stuff. One shot at a time.
One putt, we'II get that par.
Nice and steady now.
Make it roll, it'II seek the hole.
Easy peazy, Iemon squeezy.
He's not supposed to miss those.
Third one this morning.
What the devil's wrong with him?
I'm sure I don't know, sir.
It's in the bleedin' trees, you great bunch o' ninnies.
Ted! Rotten Iuck, old boy!
- Just one of those days, what? - Still a Iot of golf to play yet!
Toffee-nosed git.
There are only two types of player:
Those who keep their nerves in control and win championships,
and those who do not.
Hey, Francis, who's that big, fat guy?
Oh, my gosh. It's President T aft.
Get out! President T aft?
The United States President T aft?
- You ever seen a president before? - First time.
Hey! How you doin' there, Mr. President?
Francis! Did you just birdie your Iast hole?
I guess I did, Frank.
Holy smokes, Francis, you're tied with Vardon.
- You're in second place. - I am?
President Taft is talking about you. President Taft.
Isn't it incredible?
OK, we're working here, buddy.
Don't Iisten to him.
We play our game, Iet those guys worry about theirs.
I'm tied...
You're tied with Vardon. You're in second place.
Oh, God.
Thanks for nothin'.
We gotta settle down now, Francis.
Oh, yeah? How are we gonna do that?
You're just gonna have to play better.
Keep your head down.
AII right, gimme the mashie.
You're not gonna reach with that.
If he can, I can.
In round two, Harry Vardon's pulled even
with the defending champion, John McDermott,
but Mr. Wilfred Reid is matching him shot for shot.
After a poor showing this morning,
Ted Ray's stalking the grounds Iike a mad brute.
He... Mad brute.
He may yet have something to say about this championship.
Quiet.
Go, go, go, go!
Get in there.
BIimey.
They're easily entertained.
I'm counting on you, old boy,
if Vardon and that great ape of his can't deliver.
Quite. AII for England.
Save that patriotic gibberish for the newspapers.
The prime minister has promised me a seat in his cabinet
if I bring back this trophy.
And rest assured, Wilfred, you will be remembered.
Ah. Bravo, Harry.
You're tied with me for the Iead.
- Very well played, sir. - AII for King and country, what?
Wilfred played splendidly, more than can be said for your man Ray.
Wild as a Hottentot.
After his appalling first round, he won't survive the cut.
What on earth are they going on about?
Ted Ray's just broken the course scoring record.
By Jove, Ray's tied for second!
Mr. Ouimet? One question, sir!
Francis!
Hey! I thought you'd gone back to college!
- I thought you quit playing! - I guess I changed my mind, huh?
- That's wonderful! - Yeah.
It's great to see you. Can you come tomorrow?
- I have to Ieave tomorrow! - Come back tomorrow!
Are you his caddie?
Give this to him, would you?
For Iuck.
Dames. Who needs 'em?
Fine play today, Mr. Ouimet.
Thank you, sir. You too.
It's mostly dumb Iuck, though.
On my part. Not on your part.
You don't need Iuck. I need Iuck.
Well, good Iuck, then.
Thank you, sir.
I cleaned 'em good. Wiped the grips too.
You did just fine out there today.
You too, Francis.
You gonna be able to skip school again tomorrow?
Let 'em try and stop me.
AII right, well, you get home safe.
Hey, don't you worry about me.
I'II meet you right here.
Early bird gets the worm.
Deal.
AII I can say, Iadies, is that when the day began,
I scarcely imagined that I'd find myself
tied for the Iead with the immortal Harry Vardon,
and two strokes ahead of the ever-so-capable Ted Ray.
Ah. Speak of the devil, and up he pops.
Excuse me, Iadies. I'II be with you presently.
I simply adore Americans.
How do you find them, Ted?
I should imagine you feel right at home.
They clasp all manner of the huddled, yearning masses to their bosoms.
Even the Iowly golf professional.
You know, I can foresee a day,
given their democratic standards,
when they invite your kind into their clubhouses.
Well, how could they resist?
Two poor Iads from Jersey, up from nothing.
Working-class heroes to the great unwashed.
When all Jersey's ever given us
are potatoes and dairy cows...
Don't Iook over there.
Sorry, Harry. I couldn't contain myself.
Neither could he.
He shouldn't have brought Jersey into it.
My God. My nose.
Do I Iook all right?
Quite frankly, Mr. Reid, it's an improvement.
So, did you really see the President?
He waved at me.
No.
Yes, he did. President Taft.
Can you believe Francis?
Why don't I sleep downstairs tonight?
No. You sleep upstairs.
- You'II need your sleep for tomorrow. - I'm OK.
Oh! Arthur.
So, they call you Mr. Ouimet.
The others, it just says their names.
Well, Father, they're professionals.
I'm an amateur.
Let's have some dessert.
No, wait, wait. Sit, sit.
They're all talking about you now.
It say here that if you win, you get no money.
The others make money, you get nothing.
What does that prove?
They don't even pay you! What kind of work is that?
- Arthur. - What?
I'II fix you a plate.
Come on, you! Pull!
Morning, Harry.
Dreadful English weather.
- How'd you sleep? - Like a baby.
Woke up every two hours and cried.
Hey, Francis!
I had a dream Iast night that you shot a 72!
Yeah? It won't be easy in a nor'easter.
You've played this course in weather Iike this.
You're right. It's a good day for a 72.
Okeydokey, pipe and smokey.
If the Brits beat us, they'II say it was a fluke I ever won it.
They'II say it's their game, and we're not good enough.
This is our Open.
Yes. Marvelous.
Ouimet. Ouimet. O-U-I-M-E-T.
He's only one stroke behind Vardon and Ray after three rounds.
Move it! Put your backs into it now!
Go a Iittle deeper there! There we go.
Not here. Over there.
Watch that end go through!
- And move on down! - Yes, sir!
Thank you.
Ray needs that putt for the Iead.
I don't want to hear how anyone else is doing.
We play our own game.
Where do we stand?
You'd still have to par the Iast five holes to tie Ted for the Iead.
Dreadful conditions, Harry.
No one would blame you if you came...
Thank you, Bernard.
He's done for in there.
No chance he catches him now.
What's got into you, old thing?
You had to go and get me angry.
Oh, yes. My mistake.
When I par this one,
we'II have to go at it again tomorrow.
A playoff? What a bother.
Yes, but there it is.
Never seen you smoke on the job before.
Should've started four holes earlier.
Ah, all square again.
Not a chance this stripling bears up.
Probably not.
Let 'em Iook.
We're tied, and you're the one still playing.
Might as well get out of this beastly New England weather
and raise a glass to British victory.
What's that carrying his bag, a Pygmy?
We need two strokes. One here, one at the 1 6th...
Francis, don't think so much. You can't play 'em all at once.
You gotta take 'em one at a time.
One at a time, two down. Two down, six to play.
I can get one here and another on 1 6.
That girl wanted me to give you this.
- What girl? - Sarah.
Sarah gave you this?
Just put it on. Don't get all sloppy over it.
To England.
What the hell was that?
It's not over yet.
Well, well. Look who's back.
- Nice. - Nice shot!
Let us through. It's Ouimet's mother.
What's happenin'?
He hit it stone dead at 1 6.
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'II be damned.
Oh, Francis!
There will be an 1 8-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! Imagine 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 Iads.
An all-English final.
Well, we'II see.
Come on, Harry. It's inconceivable.
The man's a bloody amateur.
When was the Iast 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 Iast 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'II fold Iike 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'II thank you to remember that.
And I'II 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?
AII 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.
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.
T alking 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 Iike that.
We'II take up a collection for him and pay him handsomely.
I understand his family could use it.
Don't Iet 'em do it, Francis!
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, Iisten. 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.
AII right?
I'II 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.
- Here he comes! - Good Iuck, son!
- Come on, young man! - Come on, Ouimet!
Come on, Francis! Come on!
Give us a strong show, son.
- 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?
Maybe they're not human.
This is where he fell apart the Iast time.
That was yesterday.
Sarah!
What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school.
Don't be ridiculous, Father.
He's not cracking, Harry.
The thought occurred to me.
"An all-English final."
Quiet, please.
Stymied.
- What are you doin'? - I'II show you.
Come on, now. Finish him.
Let's see if he cracks now.
Fore right!
He's dead in those trees.
Mid iron.
Done in by the monarch of the forest.
Down to you, old thing. I'm done.
Pity. It's a great match.
That's the spirit, Harry.
Come on, Ouimet.
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.
This is our chance, Francis.
Run it in there, just Iike yesterday.
My God. Francis has a one-stroke Iead with one to play.
Hold the Iine, please.
Hold the Iine! Hold the Iine!
Take your time.
Let me have that towel, Eddie.
Well done.
You need this for 72. You can do it.
Read it, roll it and hole it.
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...
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'II play again sometime.
Look at this thing.
- It's a whopper. - Isn't that something?
They Iet 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.