"Who are you?" "What are you doing?" "There's a golf links going in here." "What's golf?" "Golf is a game played by gentlemen." "Not for the likes of you." "Now, run along, boy." "Here it is, sir." "Come on, boy!" "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 doing?" "It's after midnight!" "You're keeping your brother up." "Go to bed." "Raymond, go to sleep." "No talking." "No noises." "I mean it." "What have you got there, Francis?" "Francis." "Can I see him, Father?" "Please?" "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..." "Not another word." "The boy goes to school today." "That's the end of it." "Mrs. Darcy, mind the little one!" "He'll try to climb those stairs." "Francis, leave your books." "I've got shopping to do." "You come with me now." "But Father said I had to go to school..." "You can miss school for one day." "I need help with me packages." "Come along." "What could be causing such a fuss?" "Go on." "I'll find ya." "Thank you very much." "I'll 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." "That's all right, Francis." "Even in our darkest hour, we must always remember, you never despair." "Have you held a live 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 clipping hedges." "Marvelous." "Brilliantly done, Harry." "Thank you, sir." "I'd be honored if you'd 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'll come right to the point." "We've had an opening at our club." "Lord Bullock chairs the membership committee." "What does your father do?" "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 like for those." "You're the only man in England who can set me right." "You'll have your work cut out." "I think it's drinks all around." "Yes, 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!" "Master Francis." "Sir." "We now lack 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..." "Let me worry about Campbell." "Go." "Get those clubs." "You go, boy." "Get those clubs." "Hup, hup, hup, hup!" "Well struck, lad." "Thank you, sir." "What did you shoot?" "An 81, sir." "What did you take on 15?" "A nine, sir." "So you shot an 81 the first time around on the toughest golf course in New England?" "With a nine?" "Well, I think I..." "I saw you there, knowing that caddies aren't supposed to play..." "Go on." "I think I got a little 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?" "I'll do anything." "Play in the qualifier." "That's the easy part." "First, 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?" "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." "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." "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 still 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'll pay back every penny from my earnings." "Is this how I failed you?" "Is that all you've learned 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 life, feed his family." "If I win, great things could happen." "Nothing will happen." "They'll 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'll never let you cross that street." "All I want is a chance." "Okay." "Okay, we make a bargain." "You promise me if you lose, no more golf." "You give up this fool's game." "You finish your schooling, you learn 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 in print here yet." "Harry Vardon." "Thank you." "Read it, study it." "You'll 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 players are invited." "What's it like in there?" "I couldn't tell you." "I'm not allowed inside." "Do me a favor, would you?" "Hi." "Hi." "This boy I used to see before I left 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'll 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 look just fine." "You too." "Is he gone?" "No, he's still watching." "Shall we dance?" "You said you're going to college?" "Smith." "First semester." "Where are you going?" "To college?" "I'm taking the year off to consider my options." "I think that's so wise." "Perhaps you'll 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, look!" "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 less, 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 Alexander 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." "All the major championships remain in British hands." "Save one." "So, 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 Alexander 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 even pay for the crossing, sir." "All 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'll need a partner." "Somebody to share the workload with." "My thoughts exactly." "Young 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." "Just a few more steps..." "Ted Ray?" "Christ, he's a Visigoth." "No, he's a Jerseyman." "'Scuse me." "All bets off!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Ted!" "Harry!" "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?" "They moved the Open back three months so one guy can play in it?" "He's Harry Vardon," "The Stylist, The Greyhound." "Hey, 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." "He's being modest." "He used to be good before he gave it up for the glamour of retail." "Right, Francis?" "Francis!" "Francis!" "Oh, well." "It was glorious." "Wasn't it glorious?" "Yes, it was." "Have you ever heard such a voice?" "It was like the music was coming through her from someplace else." "That's the feeling I've always wanted..." "Francis, for what?" "There he is." "Francis!" "Come here." "Meet Robert Watson, president of the United States Golf Association." "Francis, pleasure." "Well, the pleasure's mine, sir." "Let 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 live in Brookline, not far from the country club." "Across the street." "We're holding our Open Championship there in two weeks." "Your name came up." "My name, sir?" "I'm looking to add a local 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..." "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." "All the best." "That swing looks familiar." "Hey!" "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 of times." "I was hoping you could sell me some equipment." "I'm not actually a salesman." "Still considering your options?" "Yeah." "I'll go get you a salesman." "All right." "Harry Vardon." "The Stylist." "Practice round." "We're expecting a big turnout." "It's important we have marshals here..." "Mr. Watson." "Francis Ouimet." "Could I speak to you?" "Yes, what is it?" "If that offer is still good, I'll take you up on it." "I'm busy." "We'll think about that." "I'm not asking for favors..." "Give us a moment?" "What about Grove Street?" "Meet me here, sunup." "You got some work to do." "Billy, where do we stand?" "Cut line's 76." "Six holes to make up four shots." "What is it?" "What's wrong?" "You just made six straight birdies." "I did?" "Congratulations, lad." "You're in the Open." "Gentlemen?" "I want to welcome you all, professionals and amateurs alike, to the 18th United States Open Championship." "Four rounds of golf 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'll yield the floor to our defending champion, professional from Philadelphia, John McDermott." "If you read the papers, you know there's 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 like to say to you boys, welcome." "We're happy to have you." "Hear, hear!" "Harry Vardon was winning Opens back when most of us were learning our ABC's." "He's a genius in the history of our game." "Mr. Vardon, I know you won this baby once before, and I see your name here." "It's a long time ago, by the look 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 every single one of us the last six weeks," "I'm sick and 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." "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 like that." "I'm sorry, Francis." "I got two kids at home." "Mr. Campbell?" "I lost my caddie." "Do you know somebody?" "Sorry, all the lads are taken." "What should I 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 doing here?" "Me and Eddie hooked school to come watch." "Hey." "Are you still caddying out at Franklin Park?" "That's right." "Can you 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'll figure it out." "Is that okay with you?" "Sure." "Francis, you got yourself a deal." "That's great, Jack." "That's great." "I'll see ya, Eddie." "I'll get it, Henry!" "And what do you want?" "I was hoping to speak to Sarah." "Is she here?" "She left for college." "When, today?" "Yeah." "Give her a message for me." "Who was that, Freddie?" "It was no one." "It was a peddler." "Did you hear about the caddie playing in the Open?" "Should never have happened." "Reflects badly on all concerned." "I say, if he wants to go out and make a fool of himself again," "so much the better." "Who are you talking about?" "It's a club matter, dear." "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." "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 listen." "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." "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 live." "Fine." "Make sure these people get the etiquette guide." "Most of them have never been on a golf course." "God help us." "Mr. Ouimet!" "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?" "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 lots of fellas at Franklin Park." "Ask them." "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!" "Just a second." "Calm down." "How about this?" "I'll 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!" "All right." "All right." "You can caddie for me." "Okay?" "But you're gonna have to call me Francis." "Okay, Francis." "All right." "You got a problem?" "This is the 9:45 tee time." "Professional from Cattawaukee Golf Club, Albert Murray." "From Brookline, Massachusetts, amateur Mr. Francis Ouimet." "Whatever you decide, Francis, keep your head down and I'll watch the ball." "We're gonna par this hole." "That's the stuff." "One shot at a time." "One putt, we get that par." "Nice and steady now." "Make it roll, it'll seek the hole." "Easy peazy, lemon squeezy." "Yes!" "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 bleeding trees, you bunch o'ninnies." "Ted!" "Rotten luck, old boy!" "Just one of those days, what?" "Still a lot 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 Taft." "Get out!" "President Taft?" "The United States President Taft?" "You ever seen a president before?" "First time." "Hey!" "How you doing there, Mr. President?" "Francis!" "Did you just birdie your last 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?" "Okay, we're working here, buddy." "Don't listen to him, Francis." "We play our game, let those guys worry about theirs." "I'm tied..." "You're tied with Vardon." "You're in second place." "Oh, God." "Thanks for nothing!" "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." "Give me 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 like a mad brute." "He..." "Mad brute." "He may yet have something to say about this championship." "Quiet." "Go, go, go, go!" "Get in." "Blimey." "They're easily entertained." "I'm counting on you, old boy, if Vardon and that great ape of his can't deliver." "Quite." "All 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." "Bravo, Harry." "You're tied with me for the lead." "Very well played, sir." "All for king and country, what?" "Wilfred played splendidly." "More than can be said for your man Ray." "Wild as a Hottentot." "After his first round, he won't survive the cut." "What on Earth are they going on about?" "Ted Ray's 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." "That's wonderful!" "Yeah." "It's great to see you." "Can you come back tomorrow?" "I have to leave tomorrow!" "Come back tomorrow!" "Are you his caddie?" "Give this to him, would you?" "For luck." "Dames." "Who needs them?" "Fine play today, Mr. Ouimet." "Thank you, sir." "You too." "It's mostly dumb luck, though." "On my part." "Not on your part." "I mean, you don't need luck." "I need luck." "Well, good luck, then." "Thank you, sir." "I cleaned them good." "Wiped the grips too." "You did fine out there today." "You too, Francis." "You gonna skip school again tomorrow?" "Let them try and stop me." "You get home safe." "Don't you worry about me." "I'll meet you right here." "Early bird gets the worm." "Deal." "All I can say, ladies, is that when the day began," "I scarcely imagined that I'd find myself tied for the lead with the immortal Harry Vardon, and two strokes ahead of the ever-so-capable Ted Ray." "Speak of the devil, and up he pops." "Excuse me, ladies." "I'll be with you presently." "I simply adore Americans." "The exuberance, such charming naiveté." "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 lowly 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 lads 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 look 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 look 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'll need sleep for tomorrow." "I'm okay." "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?" "What does that prove?" "They don't even pay you!" "What kind of work is that?" "Arthur." "What?" "I'll 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 last night that you shot a 72!" "It won't be easy in a nor'easter." "You've played the course in weather like this a hundred times." "You're right." "It's a good day for a 72." "Okey-dokey, pipe and smokey." "If the Brits beat us, they'll say it was a fluke I ever won it." "They'll 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." "Go a little deeper there!" "Not here, over there." "Move on down!" "Yes, sir!" "Thank you." "Ray needs that putt for the lead." "I don't want to hear how anyone else is doing." "We play our own game." "Where do we stand?" "You'd have to par the last five holes to tie Ted for the lead." "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'll have to go at it again tomorrow." "Playoff?" "What a bother." "Yep, but there it is." "Never seen you smoke on the job before." "Should've started four holes earlier." "All square again." "Not a chance this stripling bears up." "Probably not." "Let them look." "We're tied, you're the one still playing." "Might as well get out of this beastly weather and raise a glass to British victory." "What's that carrying his bag, a Pygmy?" "We need two strokes." "Get one here, one at..." "Francis, listen to me." "Don't think so much." "You can't play them all at once." "Take them one at a time." "One at a time, two down." "Two down, six to play." "Get one here and the other on 16." "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 happening?" "He hit it stone dead at 16." "He's only down one." "What does that mean?" "Is it good?" "He makes this, it's a playoff with Vardon and Ray." "Dear me, it's almost beyond one's ability to calculate." "Don't mind if I do." "He can't keep this up." "It's impossible." "I'll be damned." "Yeah!" "Oh, Francis!" "There will be an 18-hole playoff tomorrow between Vardon, Ray and Mr. Ouimet to decide the championship." "Boy's a gift from the gods." "They're printing 'round the clock at home." "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 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?" "Come back." "Sit down." "Eat with me." "Enjoy yourself." "I came here to win a trophy, and on the face of it, Ted Ray or I should carry it off." "Not for you, not for England, but for sheer bloody pride at being the best." "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 doing?" "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 trying 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." "Talking what over?" "The members here feel that you need as much help as you can get 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 who really knows our course." "Exactly." "Eddie's doing 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?" "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 them 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!" "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." "Okay?" "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." "Here he comes!" "Good luck, son!" "Come on, young man!" "Come on, Ouimet!" "Come on, Francis!" "Go!" "You can do it, Francis!" "Give us a strong showing, son!" "Five for you there?" "That's right." "You can do it, Francis." "What?" "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 last 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 doing?" "I'll 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 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 like yesterday." "My God." "Francis has a one-stroke lead with one to play." "Hold the line!" "Hold the line!" "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." "Yeah!" "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..." "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." "Look at this thing, Francis." "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 something, Eddie?" "You and I are gonna be great friends." "You said it, Francis."