The Legend of Bagger Vance Page #3

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Now, now.

Now, we need the Yankees...

...but we also need someone|from Savannah in the match.

One of us giving them...

...a run for their money.|Then they'll know what we're made of.

We need someone from Savannah|playing in our tournament!

What about Dougal McDermott?

He's a Scot and only|comes into town to get drunk!

- Bobby Jones is from Atlanta!|- I said Savannah!

- The South. The real South.|- Yeah.

Neskaloosa knew the golden rule|of politics better than anyone.

If you can't beat them, lead them.

All right, hold it!|Hold it, everyone!

There's one person we're forgetting.

We all know there's one man who hits|gargantuan drives off the tee...

...and has a lock-picker's touch|on the greens...

...Savannah's own|Enderby "Cottonmouth" Conyngham!

Wait a minute!

He's 80 years old!

He'd need one caddy to carry|his clubs, and two to carry him!

Junuh could whup them both.

You're off your rocker. He couldn't|whup a dead possum in a sack.

- That ain't true.|- Oh, yeah?

What about Captain Junuh?

- Who?|- Captain Junuh.

My Dad says he's the greatest golfer|Savannah ever had!

- Hardy.|- Well, it's true!

You said it a hundred times!

Sit down, son.

The boy's got a point!

- Junuh's born and bred in Savannah.|- Exactly!

That is the point!

- What ever happened to him?|- He gave up golf.

Forget Junuh, assuming you|can locate his whereabouts.

I hear he's so far gone...

...he wouldn't know|a putter from a p*ssy willow.

I know where to find him!

You find him, Hardy,|and we will be there.

Fly, lad...

...with winged sandals on your feet!

If I live to be 1000,|which doesn't seem likely...

... I'll never know where|I got the courage to call out.

But once I did, I wasn't backing down.

This could've been the stupidest idea|I've ever had.

Captain Junuh?

Captain Junuh?

This is Hardy Greaves, sir.

Jacks. All you be holding on guts.

I need new shoes.

You're crazy.|Get out of here with that.

Make sure you guys save|some money for me.

He ain't gonna win.

What have we here?

Well, well.

Look like we got|a new card player, gents.

It's all right. Don't be scared.

I ain't scared.

I've seen men drunk plenty of times.

- What do they look like?|- It ain't much.

Least not so much|as they seem to think.

But it don't scare me none.

Gentlemen, this is the only male in|Chatham County who isn't full of sh*t.

What's your name, son?

Hardy. Hardy Greaves.

- You Frank Greaves' boy?|- Yes, sir.

What brings you here, Hardy?

Maybe I better come back|when you're not so busy.

Busy?

I thought you were gonna say "drunk".

But I'm not busy and I'm not drunk.

There ain't enough whiskey in Georgia|to get me drunk enough.

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