The Legend of Bagger Vance

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A little bit of magic time.

I feel it.

Yes, sir.

Terrific shot!|I'm in the goddamn woods again.

Goddamn it.

Damn game.

Damn it.

I spend more time in the trees|than the squirrels.

Wizard Two? Why not?

Not again.

I've had five heart attacks|in the last 10 years.

My first was on a golf course|in South Carolina.

It wasn't that bad. A couple of|doglegs that were more dog than leg.

All in all, it was playable.

Assuming you didn't die|on the second hole.

The second coronary was at Augusta,|where they had the Masters.

Went down on the first fairway.

Good thing too, because those greens|would have been the end of me anyway.

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 at it.|Neck and neck.

- Nuts!|- Remember that drive he hit?

- Was it 350?|- More like 400 with the roll.

I don't care how good they are.

Junuh could beat them|with his eyes closed.

He won three times in a row.

When I was growing up,|every town had its heroes.

Ours was Rannulph Junuh.

An athlete who was a born winner.

How I wanted to be just like him.

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!

- Where did that come from?|- I don't know!

There he is!

I'd never seen him play|since it was before I was born...

... but it was said Junuh was on track|to being the greatest golfer ever.

"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 would say|his most significant victory...

... was winning the heart|of Adele Invergordon.

Daughter of the wealthiest man|in Savannah.

But fate plays funny tricks.

It was a patriotic call to arms...

... to fight the war to end all wars.

Junuh and everyone in town|believed it was his destiny...

... to lead the young men of Savannah|into battle.

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.|- Ready, captain.

- Get ready. Positions.|- Ready, sir.

Prepare to advance.

Sergeant...

...advance!|- Advance!

Confused, broken...

... and unable to face a return|to a hero's welcome...

... Junuh just disappeared.

Hoping to forget...

... and to be forgotten.

But Adele, being a woman of the South,|had survived worse than desertion.

She moved on with her life, dedicating|herself to her father's dream.

This is the most magnificent|golf resort on God's earth...

... and I'm building it|here in Savannah.

Krewe Island.|Legacy to my sweet Adele.

And we'd like to use all of you|as our main suppliers.

Thank you, that's quite an honor.

I wouldn't dream of anything but.

People don't obey, we'll repeal.

We can't repeal the Commandments,|they don't obey that.

Yet no law on the statute book...

I was 10 years old|when Junuh came home.

Stop!

Less than a year later,|the Great Depression hit Savannah.

Jobs were lost.|Stores and banks were shut for good.

And John Invergordon, having spent|his last dime on his great dream...

... opened Krewe Island on what should|have been a glorious spring day.

It might not have been a shot|heard around the world...

Oh, Daddy.

... but it reached every|corner of Savannah.

Amen.

I'll be putting some doors and closets|in the parlor.

With any luck, we can have|boarders within a few weeks.

Hardy, can you share your room|with Cara Mae?

What about the store?

Oh, Jesus.

I've died and gone to hell.

It's not as if you have a choice.|Your golf resort is dead and gone.

You've got no gumption, Neskaloosa.

My gumption is not the subject.

Then what is the subject?

If it's your offer to take it for|one-tenth of what my father spent...

You're lucky to get|a dime on the dollar.

Just so you can turn around|and resell it...

...to some Carolina paper mill|for a tidy profit?

That you've likely made the deal|already is not my problem.

We should come back when the shock|of your father's passing isn't so...

God.

Don't bother. I'm not selling.

You got a stack of debts|that would fill the Cotton Exchange.

And I intend to pay them off...|in time.

With what? Ball tokens?

With the money people will spend once|they know it's the premier resort.

Did I miss something? Or are we not|in the midst of a Great Depression?

People still have money|and I'll make sure they know...

How exactly do you intend|to accomplish that?

How?

- Well, how?|- How?

I'll tell you how.

I'll have the greatest|exhibition match ever held...

...on the greatest golf course|ever built.

Bobby Jones...

...will be playing Walter Hagen...

...for $ 10,000.

- What?|- $ 10,000? You can't be serious.

$ 10,000 for one weekend?

I'd make it more, gentlemen...

...but that's about all|I believe I can raise...

...if I sell everything I own|on this earth.

Except Krewe Island.

Jones and Hagen|are coming to Krewe Island?

To play an exhibition|match for 10 grand?

That's correct.

They don't know it yet,|but that's what they'll be doing.

Are you off your rocker?

Nobody has the right to call|Krewe Island "Invergordon's Folly".

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