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?
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!
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.