Mm-hmm.
A little bit of magic time.
I feel it.
Yes, sir.
Terrific shot! I'm in the goddamn woods again.
Goddamn.
Damn game.
I spend more time in the trees than the squirrels.
Wizard Two? Why not?
Uh-oh.
Not again.
I've had five heart attacks in the last ten years.
My first was on a golf course in South Carolina.
It wasn't all that bad.
A couple of doglegs that were more dog than leg, but I-I'd- all in all, it was playable.
Assuming, of course, you didn't die on the second hole.
The second coronary was at Augusta, where they had the Masters.
Went down right on the first fair way.
It was a good thing, too, 'cause those greens probably would have been the end of many way.
My wife used to ask me, before she passed on,
why do I play a game that seems destined to kill me?
It all started back in 1928...
when I was just a youngster in Savannah, Georgia.
Jones and Hagen are really goin' at it.
They're like neckandneck all the time. Nuts.
Was it 350? Nah. More like 400 with the roll.
I don't care how good Jones and Hagen are.
Junuh could've beat 'em both with his eyes closed.
Junuh won that thing three times in a row.
Now when I was growin' up, every town had its heroes,
and ours was Rannulph Junuh, an athlete who was a born winner.
Well, I wanted to be just like him.
Ladies and gentlemen, Junuh has the most difficult shot in the history of golf.
He must sink this shot from 110 yards to win the championship.
He steps up to the ball.
The crowd is hushed in anticipation.
Can he make this miracle shot? And he swings!
Fore! Watch your heads!
Now I'd never seen him play myself, since it was before I was born,
but it was said that Junuh had been on track to becomin' the greatest golfer...
this country had ever seen.
Titanic off the tee.
Approach shots which fell to earth, as Sam Snead once put it,
"like a butterfly with sore feet. "
He won just about everything.
But even he was the first to say that his most significant victory...
was winnin' the heart of Adele Invergordon,
daughter of the wealthiest man in Savannah.
But fate plays funny tricks.
# The Yanks are coming The drumsrum-tumming everywhere#
It was a patriotic call to arms to fight "the war to end all wars. "
Junuh and everyone else in town believed it was his destiny...
to lead the young men of Savannah in to battle.
# Till it's over over there##
#How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway#
#Jazzin' around##
It was to be his crowning glory.
But nothing could have prepared him or anyone...
for the shock and sorrow of what was to come.
Positions. Get ready. Ready, Captain.
Positions. Prepare to advance. Ready, sir.
Advance!
Confused, broken...
and unable to face return to a hero's welcome,
Junuh just disappeared,
hopin' to forget...
and to be forgotten.
But Adele, bein' a woman of the South,
had survived worse than desertion.
And she moved on with her life,
dedicatin' herself to her father's dream.
What we have here is the most magnificent golf resort on the face of God's good earth,
and I am buildin' it right here in Savannah.
Krewe Island, legacy to my sweet Adele.
And we'd like to use all of you as our main suppliers.
I was ten years old when Junuh came home.
Stop!
Less than a year later, the Great Depression that swept the nation...
hit Savannah.
Jobs were lost, stores and banks were shut for good.
And John Invergordon, havin' spent his last dime on his great dream,
opened Krewe Island on what should have been a glorious spring day.
#My consolation when blue#
#So just supposing that you##
It might not have been a shot heard round the world, Oh, Daddy!
but it sure reached every nook and cranny in Savannah.
I'll be putting some doors and closets in the parlor.
With any luck, we could have some boarders within a few weeks.
Hardy, you think you can share your room with Cara Mae?
What about the store?
Oh, Jesus.
I've died and gone to hell.
It's not as though you got a choice, Adele.
Your Krewe Island golf resort is dead and gone.
You've got the gumption of a corn fritter, Neskaloosa. My gumption is not the subject.
Well, then what is the subject, gentlemen? Huh?
If it's your offer to take Krewe Island for one-tenth of what my father spent-
You are lucky to be gettin' a dime on the dollar, Adele.
Just so you gentlemen can turn right around and resell it...
to some Carolina paper mill for a tidy profit?
The fact that you've most likely got the deal in your pocket already is not my problem.
Maybe we should come back when the shock of your father's passing...
isn't so- so- Oh, God.
Don't bother. I'm not sellin'.
You got a stack of debts that'd fill every storage bay in the Cotton Exchange-
And I intend to pay them off.
In time. With what? Ball tokens?
With money people gonna spend once they know that this is the premier resort in the South.
Did I miss somethin'? Did I? Or are we not in the midst of a great depression?
There's still people with money, Neskaloosa, and I'm gonna make sure they know about Krewe.
But how exactly do you intend to accomplish that?
How? Well, how?
How? I'll tell you how.
I'm gonna have the greatest exhibition match ever held...
on the greatest golf course ever built.
Bobby Jones... - Bobby Jones?
will be playin' Walter Hagen... Walter Hagen?
for the grand prize of $10,000. $10,000?
You can't be serious, Adele. $10,000 for one weekend?
Well,
I'd make it more, gentlemen,
but that's just about all I believe I can raise...
if I sell everything I own...
on this earth.
Except, of course, Krewe Island.
Bobby Jones and Walter Hagen are comin' to Krewe Island?
Playin' an exhibition match for ten grand?
That's correct.
They don't know it yet, but that's exactly what they'll be doin'.
Have you gone totally off your rocker?