Caddyshack II (1988)
Did you guys hear what happened to Mary Ellen Tobin?
Total humiliation.
She found out that her boyfriend is part Italian.
I bet I know which part, too.
I've always wondered.
What are you, Kate?
Me?
Erm, we're New Yorkers, originally.
Well, Miffy tells me that the two of you room together at Radcliffe.
Five iron.
I was at Harvard Law.
I'm very surprised we never met.
Well, I just transferred last year from Michigan.
I knew someone who once went to Michigan.
I think it was our maid.
Kate, I am just kidding.
- Outstanding.
- Marvellous.
Marvellously outstanding.
Kate.
Caddy, could you please run and get me a diet root beer?
Er...
The nearest soda machine is way back at the snack bar.
Er, yeah, I know where the soda machine is.
Snotty little bitch.
I may never come back.
I know you thlnk I'm no match for you, baby You Ilke makln'It rough on me don't ya?
My, my Back to the shack Huh, huh, yeah And nothlng sults me better than that If tlme has taught me anythlng Got to learn to be the ball And I can't keep from laughlng at It all I'm gonna laugh I'm golng all the way Sooner or later gotta love somebody Don't care how long It takes You can turn up the heat But I'm playlng It cool I know It's hard to belleve I aln't nobody's fool - I'm golng all the way - All the way - Sooner or later gotta love somebody - I don't care Don't care how long It takes...
Ah, good morning, Mr and Mrs Mannings.
I've not gone to school Baby, Ilke It or not I aln't nobody's fool Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
Pardon me.
Excuse me.
Pardon me.
No, no!
My halluclnatlon May come as some surprlse You may try to deny It You're amazed when the clown slaps you In the face Leaves you dumbfounded there In hls way, yeah - I'm golng all the way - Yeah - Sooner or later gotta love somebody - Love somebody Don't care how long It takes Llke a shock to the heart I've got news for you Maybe I'm not so smart But I'm nobody's fool - I'm golng all the way - Oh, yeah Hup.
Excuse me.
- I'm golng all the way - I'm nobody's fool, baby...
One diet root beer.
This... was really good.
Thank you.
I won't be a caddy all my life.
I'm going to car-wash school in the fall.
Back to work.
Ah-ha.
Why don't you girls run along and I'll take care of the caddies?
- Thank you, Todd.
- Great round, Kate.
Thanks.
All right, hunchbacks, listen up.
The club recently purchased 50 Cushman electric Golf Master golf carts, which means that once they're delivered your services as caddies will no longer be required.
Does this mean that we're fired?
That's very good.
Pass it on to your brethren, won't you?
Just so there are no hard feelings I'll see what I can do about letting you keep those coveralls.
Why don't you ask your father to join Bushwood?
Imagine how much fun we could have.
All the tournaments we could win.
Oh, that would be great.
I would love that.
But I'm not sure how my father would feel about it.
Oh.
Well, maybe if he saw how dignified and elegant everything is here...
Dignified and elegant.
Yeah.
He'd fit right in.
Well, make up your mind.
You want to play or you want to fold?
Either you play or fold.
If you're not gonna play or fold, you're gonna sit.
Between me and you, there's more comfortable places to sit.
Hello.
Did you pass away?
Come on, hurry up.
I'm talking to you.
Are you still living?
Blink twice if you can see me.
I should call you.
Low-life phoneys is what I should call you.
I'm out.
How do you like that?
Wiped out again.
What are you doing gambling on a job site anyway?
I should fire you all.
I'm gonna do something better.
Make you go back to work.
OK, sweetheart, blow the whistle.
For 20 years he thinks I speak Spanish.
- You don't speak Spanish?
- No, but I listen fluently.
God bless him.
He gives that cockamamie Spanish hell, doesn't he?
- His cheques don't bounce.
- You got that right.
Jack, why do you let him win?
- How did you know?
- I saw your hand.
You had him b*at.
You had a full house.
I got a full house.
He had a real full house.
Every time I walk in there I see 24 kids.
You're a soft touch.
Don't tell him that.
I don't want him to know.
If he thinks I'm a wonderful person he'll try to become my partner.
- Hello.
What are you doing here?
- Hey, Jack.
Take chances, I'm insured.
What the hell is happening down there?
You in that tractor!
Can you hear me?
Not those people again!
I told them, you want to save a crummy house that's about to fall down, come over to my place.
Sometimes I'm tempted to say "To hell with it, it's not my field".
But this is your field.
You bought this field.
And that field.
You must be worth about $50 million.
It's nobody's business.
I'm worth a lot more than that.
- See you downstairs.
- Wait for me.
Let me talk to 'em.
I hate those people!
Then hurry up.
Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
This is private property.
Please let me handle this.
It requires a little diplomacy and tact.
Lady, please, get lost.
People are working.
Can't you see that?
You look like you never had a job.
- Mr Hartounian, I presume?
- Yes.
We represent the Historical Preservation Society.
I have a temporary injunction... restraining you from demolishing any structures on the Armstrong Estate... until the City Planning Commission rules on our appeal.
What are you talking about?
This is nothing but an old dump!
This building is over 70 years old.
It's part of our heritage.
What are you talking about?
This is a garage, can't you see that?
Do you come from a long line of mechanics?
It was a carriage house.
It's one of the original buildings on what was the Armstrong Estate, the property line of which ran down to this brook.
Does this look like a brook to you?
This is not a brook, lady, this is a sewer.
Originally it was a brook.
Originally your family comes from monkeys.
What's that got to do with it?
This property has been laying here, dead, for 25 years, do you know that?
All of a sudden, I buy it, I try to put up some decent housing that working people can afford, and what do I get?
A historical society.
Out the bullshit!
You can't stand working people living in this neighbourhood.
I'm not going to argue with you.
If you want us to move you'll have to move us.
No problem.
Rayette!
Let's go!
Come on!
Come on!
Run!
I run and I run and I run and I run I can't stay away, darlln' I run and I run and I run and I run...
Look, Pop, if someone asks you, we winter in the Bahamas, somewhere in the Hamptons and don't mention Jersey.
I'm only doing this because I love you.
That's the only reason.
If it was up to me, I'd rather have a hernia operation.
Come on, Pop, joining Bushwood is something you should want to do.
You worked hard for what you've got.
You deserve the best country club.
This is the best?
They're a bunch of snobs, that's all.
Look at the names of their kids.
You ever hear their names?
This and this Junior and The First.
The Second, The Third, The Fifth, The Sixth.
They're brilliant!
They can't even think of a name for a kid.
It's not fair to condemn them because they have roots.
They got roots like an oak tree.
We got roots.
We got roots like a radish.
I don't want to be a radish all my life.
So, please, Pop, just try.
- Kate!
- Hi!
Hi.
Er, Daddy, I'd like you to meet my friend Miffy.
Miffy?
Miffy, that's a cute name.
I knew a girl in school once, we called her Muffy.
Probably for different reasons.
She was an ugly girl.
She had a coming-out party, they made her go back.
They made her...
Well, shall we go?
Todd's waiting on the patio with a scrumptious junk bonds salesman.
- Good luck, Daddy.
- Good luck.
Have a good time.
- Bye.
- Goodbye, girls.
Kate, I am so sorry.
I had no idea what you were going through at home.
- What do you mean?
- Well, I mean your father.
- My father?
- He isn't your real father, is he?
I'll get that for you, sir.
- Are you expected?
- Why, does it show?
You look like a sick man.
I don't want to give you any problems.
I'm looking for Ty Webb.
The room that time forgot.
Mr Webb, your guest.
- Jack!
- I see you're working hard, as usual.
You know how it is.
Managing a large inheritance is a full-time job.
The lawyers and accountants send me a lot of things.
Got to sign things.
A lot of work for a measly couple of million bucks a year.
I was born with a wooden spoon in my mouth.
Hm.
Must have been hard on your mother.
How's business?
Still building those apartments?
Yeah, yeah, mostly middle and low-income housing.
No money in it, but I sleep well at night.
That's interesting.
I sleep well during the daytime.
Where, in a cat box?
You look terrible.
I got it.
There you are.
Who built this thing anyway?
I'll be right with you, Jack.
You know me, I believe a healthy life needs a balance between work and play.
Give and take.
In and out.
Yin and Yang.
I heard you get more Yang than you can handle.
- Hey, Ty, you're looking well.
- Hey, nice to see you, Vinny.
- Er, Ted.
- Whatever.
What you going to do with all those hearts?
Ty!
Damn!
Seven of diamonds.
Keep that queen of spades.
- Have a seat.
- Sure.
- He's ruined the entire hand.
- So you want to join Bushwood?
It's for my daughter's sake.
Me, I couldn't care less.
This place is what the world would have looked like if the Germans had won.
Well, lucky for us, the Japanese won.
I guess I should introduce you to some of the members.
- Do you have to?
- Take it easy, Jack.
You just relax.
The important thing is to be yourself.
And of course, lose the accent.
What accent?
Jack Hartounian, I'd like you to meet some of the oldest members.
- Mr Foreskin.
- Forrester.
Forrester.
And Mr Crabs.
And Mr Wrinkle.
- That's Winkler.
- Winkler.
And Mr er...
- Or is it Mrs?
- Jamison.
Jamison, that's right.
Mrs Jamison.
- Oh, there you are, Ty.
- Hello, Chandler.
- I was looking for...
- PoliGrip?
- No, no...
- Condom machine?
- No.
- That blue stuff you put your combs in?
I was looking for a Mr Hartounian.
Hartounian?
In this club?
Oh, you mean Jack?
Here he is.
- Hello.
- How do you do?
- I'm Miffy's father.
Chandler Young.
- Chandler Young?
I'm at a disadvantage.
I only have one last name.
And quite an interesting last name it is.
- Hartounian?
- What is your background?
My background?
My father was Armenian.
My mother was half Jewish, half English, half Spanish.
- That's three halves.
- Oh, she was a big woman.
I thought you should meet Chandler.
He's the club president.
You can play golf with him.
If that goes well, a cocktail or two, and er, maybe some light petting later.
I'll leave that up to you, Chandler.
Well, I got a thing.
He's a little strange.
Elizabeth.
- Oh.
- Jack, this is Elizabeth Pearce.
Hi, Jack.
I sure like your suit.
Thank you.
You're a real nice-looking person.
- Thank you.
- I'll come back when you're dressed.
That's all right.
I was just going to get dressed.
Real pleased to meet you.
Wait a minute.
Look what I did.
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
Oh, is that where that goes?
Most women put that in a different location.
I don't need any there.
I've asked Elizabeth and my wife to join us to make it a foursome.
I wouldn't mind if it's a foursome, or two twosomes, or four onesomes.
And this is my wife.
Cynthia.
Oh, oh.
Hello, hello.
Hello.
Oh, no, absolutely not.
It's out of the question.
I refuse to play golf with this man.
Then I take it you've met?
This is the man who is trying to destroy our community.
It was just a little disagreement the other day.
Little?!
He tried to run me over with a steam roller.
What steam roller?
Bulldozer.
It was a bulldozer.
I really have to apologise to you.
I was wrong.
I'm terribly, terribly sorry.
Darling, a word.
Excuse us for a moment.
Jack, let's get our clubs.
- Let's not make a scene.
- The man tried to k*ll me.
I'm sure he had his reasons.
The fact is he's here.
- I promised Miffy we'd play.
- It's funny running into Mrs Young.
I bet the first time was funnier.
Sorry I missed that.
Besides, this is an opportunity for you to save the Armstrong Estate.
You can catch more flies with honey.
Mm.
I'm not going to run some heavy equipment into a girl like you.
How sweet.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
So, everybody happy now?
- This should be fun, don't you think?
- I don't see how.
You're the guest.
You have the honour.
I'm only here 15 minutes and already they want to give me honours.
I must be making a good impression.
You are, Jack.
That means they want you to tee off.
Good luck.
Oh.
Here goes.
Well, this'll be it.
Here we go.
Now!
Interesting club.
What would you call that?
It's a twelve-gauge.
Twelve-gauge.
Out of amm*nit*on, Mr Hartounian?
A friend of mine at NASA sent me this.
I'm surprised that you bother coming out at all.
Surely you could develop a gadget that would allow you to sit in the club house and punch buttons all day.
I got a friend working on that, too.
Doesn't that take some of the sport out of it?
Not at all.
Things could go wrong.
Batteries could go low, get static.
Anything could happen.
Sometimes the signal interferes with a pacemaker.
Edward!
Edward!
Edward, are you all right?
- Bingo!
- Bango!
I feel all right now.
Must have been that chilidog.
He wants to become a member of Bushwood.
Can you imagine that?
With him around I can imagine anything.
So er... what would you say on my chances of becoming a member here?
Well, thatjust may depend on you, Jack.
This is a lovely neighbourhood.
People hate to see it mucked up with cheap apartments.
I can't tell you your business, but you know what they say.
One hand washes the other.
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
You wouldn't want to disappoint your daughter, would you?
- There's Daddy.
- Oh, hi.
- I certainly wouldn't.
- Why don't we get you an application?
Leave the real-estate business to the lawyers.
If you want to leave it to the lawyers, we'll leave it to them.
But remember, it was your idea.
I didn't go to one of those big, fancy law schools like you did, Mr Pierpont.
So you're going to have to explain something to me.
How in the world do you expect Mr Hartounian to voluntarily stop building on that site and move this entire housing project somewhere else?
I don't see it.
Because, sir, he'll have no choice.
Let me explain how the legal system really works.
OK.
You see, Mr Blunt, if your client doesn't voluntarily cease and desist we'll be forced to go through the long and very costly process of injunctions, law suits, motions, counter motions, hearings, appeals...
Which will cost you so much in legal fees and construction delays you'll wish you'd never heard of the Historical Preservation Society.
Because there's no way in hell we'd let you come barging into Bushwood Estates and throw up a lot of cheap housing for blue-collar trash.
Which one of you is Chandler Young's son?
I am.
You've certainly made it clear how your legal system works, Mr Young.
Now I'd like to explain a little bit about the Peter Blunt system.
You see...
I don't go in for... law suits and motions or any of that legal stuff.
No, no, see what happens is I find out where you live and then I come to your house, see, and I... b*at down your door with a f*ckin' baseball bat!
And then I'm gonna make a bonfire with the Chippendale, maybe roast that golden retriever, then eat it!
Then I'm coming upstairs, junior, and I'm gonna grab you by your Brooks Brothers PJs and I'm gonna take your brand-new BMW and cram it up your tight ass!
Do we have an understanding?
- So, Martha, is he in?
- He's in a meeting.
Now get the hell outta here before I really get mad and hurt somebody.
- I tried to sweet talk them.
- So I heard.
I don't think they went for it.
We're not allowed to build on Bushwood Estates until we get the planning commission ruling.
- We have to have a hearing.
- A hearing?
Do me a favour, don't try to sweet talk the planning commission, OK?
Jack, have a little faith in your lawyer.
Faith in a lawyer.
- That was great, Daddy.
- It really was, Mr Young.
Thanks, Kate.
he's coming along nicely.
Jumping a fine horse is a special blend of strength, courage and grace.
It's a beautiful thing to watch when it's done right.
Slow down.
Slow down.
- Elizabeth, where's the brake?
- Next to the clutch.
Slow down.
Easy, easy.
Son of a bitch!
You go this fast again, I'll send you back to the beer truck.
Whoa!
Dog Food!
Daddy.
What are you doing here?
I asked him.
Oh, Kate, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth, my daughter Kate.
Oh, Kate, I'm so happy to meet you.
Hello.
I can't believe I'm seeing you on a horse.
He tells me he's been around horses for years?
Betting on them, not riding them.
You want me to be a gentleman.
They ride.
- Not like that they don't.
- Quite an entrance, Jack.
For a moment, I was afraid you might fall and break your neck.
Or your arm.
Maybe strike your head against a fence post.
Maybe be dragged several miles over rough terrain.
Sweet of you to be concerned.
So you're not troubled by our lawyers' meeting.
No, not at all.
Care to take a few jumps?
I don't think he's quite ready forjumping yet, do you?
Nonsense.
Nothing to it.
Hold on tight, grip with your knees.
Let the animal do all the work.
Sounds like my wedding night.
Your horse has quite a gas problem.
It's not the horse.
- Raise all the jumps.
- Yes, sir.
I mean this is crazy.
He could really get hurt.
Almost definitely, I'd say.
Stay behind me and do exactly as I do.
Go!
Ha!
Yee-ho!
A little higher next time.
Higher!
You may want to urge him a little more, Jack.
Come on.
Up, Prince.
This time, Dog Food, over it.
Over it!
One more set ofjumps, Jack.
We'll make it an easy.
Having fun yet, Jack?
- Good evening, miss.
- Good evening, sir.
Pop.
Daddy.
Did you have to wear that tux?
- Why, what's wrong with it?
- It's... blue.
It's notjust blue.
If you look at it this way it's purple.
If you look at it like this it's gold.
Beautiful, huh?
Come on, sweetheart.
People here like their tuxedos black.
Sure.
And they like their noses red, their blood blue, their faces white.
Until they hire help and then they want every face to be black, brown or yellow.
Isn't that amazing?
I'm not a hypocrite enough to go along with a colour scheme like that.
Look, Pop, I don't expect you to change all at once.
If you could just turn down the volume a little.
I'm gonna introduce you to this guy I really like, so could you just pretend you like everyone?
Pretend?
I'm Jack Hartounian.
I can't pretend to like people I don't like.
Why are you so impressed by these fonzanoons?
What's a fonzanoon?
A guy who farts in the bathtub and bites the bubbles.
Nice.
Pop, please don't...
Kate.
I'm so glad you could make it.
This is for you.
- Thank you.
- That's a fonzanoon!
This is the person I was telling you about.
Todd, I'd like you to meet my father, Jack Hartounian.
- A pleasure, sir.
- Why do you look familiar?
Because I'm suing you, sir.
Nothing personal, of course.
Nothing personal?
You think your head getting busted might be personal?
You think a broken nose might be personal?
You think your head in a toilet bowl might be personal?
Have a pig in a blanket.
I love yourjacket.
Doesn't he look nice, Todd?
Kate, it's always a pleasure.
Thank you.
Come with me, Jack.
Just over here.
- He's a very funny man.
- Yeah, he's a riot.
Hey, look at this.
Chandler.
You want to buy a horse?
Look who's here.
Cynthia.
You must be happy to see me, huh?
Of course.
Hello there.
How are you?
What's happening?
Look at this conversation I just had.
It's great.
It's the first time in here that someone else got the cold shoulder.
Do you think I care?
I like to talk to myself.
You know why?
I like to deal with a better class of people.
I like that.
Do you rumba, samba, mambo-schmambo?
- I try to tango.
- That's close enough.
Kate, will you please look at your father and my cousin dancing out there.
Excuse me.
Ha!
Boy, this is a tough room.
- What are you doing?
- Wow.
I was just practising.
In the dark?
How can you tell where the ball went?
You can't.
Which is probably why you don't see a lot of night golf.
How's the party going?
I see.
Was it er...
Was it that bad?
Harry... just by looking at me, would you say that I was lower class, middle class or upper class?
- You're being serious?
- Yes.
I would say... middle.
Upper maybe.
Middle upper.
Definitely.
So what are you?
I mean, at home, when you're not doing the caddy thing?
Well, at home we happen to be upper lower.
But when I'm away at school I like to pretend I'm lower middle.
But what I aspire to become is middle middle.
You're obsessed with class, aren't you?
I just want to fit in.
But around here it's so important that you look a certain way, you have the right friends and join the right sorority.
Come on, Kate.
Joining the right sorority...
It's not important.
- You know who you remind me of?
- Who?
- My father.
- Guess that's better than your mother.
Attention, everyone!
It's time for our little sl*ve auction.
Remember, it's all for charity, so let's see if we can break last year's record of $4,500.
Break out your chequebooks and think Mandlngo while I read the list of this year's willing slaves.
What is this all about?
It's a game they play when they feel guilty about being rich.
They auction off the judge or chairperson, and you buy them, take them home and they sweep your floor, clean your garage and afterwards you give them lunch and a martini and it's very civilised.
Civilised.
How do you do?
Nice to see you.
Jack.
I'd like to have a word with you.
Hey, Chandler, how are you?
Mr Club President, how you been?
I'm having the time of my life here.
- Everything is lovely, wonderful.
- Yes, it is.
Here's the thing.
My wife and I spoke to several of our members.
We feel that after tonight it might be better if you didn't visit the club for a while.
- What do you mean "for a while"?
- Ever, actually.
We just don't feel you're Bushwood material.
The messy apartment business, the attempt on Cynthia's life.
You understand, I'm sure.
I understand.
Good.
Our first society sl*ve going up for bids is the charming Cynthia Young.
So I thought we'd start the bidding at erm...
$50.
Do I hear 50?
- $50.
- $100.
- 200.
- 250.
- 300.
- Do I hear 325?
- Very well, going once at 300.
- Come on.
- Going twice.
- 325.
- I thought he'd left.
- 325 is bid.
Do I hear 350?
Please!
- Daddy.
- Don't worry.
350!
400!
- 450!
- 500!
Finish him, Chandler.
510!
A thousand bucks!
I have a thousand dollars.
Do I hear more?
- Daddy.
- Very well, going once.
- Father, bid!
- Going twice.
- Chandler!
- What's he waiting for?
Please!
Well...
- Sold!
$1,000 to Mr Hartounian.
- Why?
Ha.
- Do you want a tip?
- I want a tip.
Bend from the hip sockets.
If you can see your zipper... you're screwed.
Hip sockets?
OK.
Here?
- No.
- Here.
- Here.
- Here?
- No, here.
Yeah.
- Oh.
- That's good.
- Kate!
What is it you're doing out here?
- I'm just hitting some golf balls.
- Want to hit some?
- It's all in the hips.
- Oh, sure.
In my tuxedo, without my glove or my spikes?
Aren't you an employee, and isn't there some rule about how close you're allowed to stand to members and guests?
Yeah, I think it's 3.5 feet, but only during working hours.
And if my memory serves, wise ass, didn't I already fire you?
Yes, you did, which is probably why I'm not working.
Kate, would you like to go back inside?
Actually, I think I might go home from here.
Great idea.
I'll drop you, and we can stop at Bonny's.
She's having a party.
Do you want to?
OK.
Thanks.
Thank you.
See you around.
Not around here, she won't.
$1,100 going once.
Someone, please.
Going twice!
Sold, Mr Chandler Young for $1,100 once again to Mr Hartounian, who has so graciously purchased all of our society slaves tonight for a grand total of $11,950.
I do hope you'll be able to find enough little chores to keep us all busy.
I'll think of something.
Come on, guys, let's go!
We've got a lot of work to do.
I really hate this.
Easy.
Oh, Jamison!
Hey, stupid, get out of there!
What are you, nuts?
- This is an outrage!
- Tell me about it.
I asked for labourers.
A labourer's a guy with big arms.
Bad teeth.
Just broke up with a waitress.
Hey, you're doin' a fine job.
Listen, a couple of us are going bowling after work, suck down a couple of beers.
- Wanna come with us?
- Suck down a couple of beers.
Fine.
Oh, excuse me... sir.
Hey, Jack, let me ask you a question.
How much did you pay for these people?
$11,900.
Well, you got b*rned.
That old broad can't carry lumber for sh*t.
All right, Hartounian, you've had your fun.
What are you trying to prove with this?
I'm not trying to prove anything.
I want you and your friends to see that people work hard for a living.
Don't tell me about hard work, mister.
I've cut more firewood than you'll ever see.
It'll take more than you got to break Chandler Young.
Chandler!
Chandler!
Chandler!
Hey, where's she goin'?
It's not even lunch time yet.
Chandler!
- All in favour?
- Aye!
Opposed?
Then it's settled.
Jack Hartounian's finished in this city.
- PP, you handle the IRS.
- Uh-huh.
Contact the police, fire and utilities.
OK.
PM, go to work on his suppliers and subcontractors.
Excuse me, gentlemen, but aren't we being a little childish about this?
Is punishing this boob really worth all this time and effort?
- Mm-hm.
- Yes.
I think so.
Definitely.
I'll tell you this.
He'll wish he never set foot in this club.
Hard to say, huh?
How long do you think it'll be before you get our power turned back on?
- What?
- Hard to say.
I see.
Well, is it as hard to say as "Oh, God, help me, there's a man in my office with a flamethrower"?
- What's going on here?
- We got a problem.
We got no cement, no lumber, no steel, no nothing.
The building inspector just pulled our permits.
- Where is the electricity?
- I'm working on it.
- There's a conspiracy.
- What are you telling me?
If you don't back off Bushwood Estates they'll put us out of business.
That's what they think!
- Hi.
- Jack.
Hi.
Down here, reading.
Listen, I want to buy Bushwood Country Club.
I made up my mind.
I got to get even with these sons of b*tches.
Hold on a minute, Jack.
Calm down.
- You want to buy Bushwood from me?
- That's right.
That's right.
Well, let me ask you this.
Do I own it?
I checked it out.
You own 53 per cent of the stock.
53 per cent?
Ah, good old Dad.
No flies on him.
Very few on Mom as I recall.
Mom and Dad.
Well, they're gone now.
- They passed away?
- No, no, Palm Beach.
Wait a minute.
I'm sorry, I think they are dead.
Listen, I want to talk business.
All right, let's talk over a game of golf.
- But you don't play golf anymore.
- I still play.
Just not outdoors.
I finally got it down to the absolute basic essentials.
Club... ball... and swing.
The rest is just walking round the park wearing funny pants.
Is it safe to hit a ball in here?
Of course.
It's a ballroom.
- Want a lift?
- Why not?
There's a tough dogleg to the right up here.
- So do you want to sell, or what?
- Why are you so upset?
Because they insulted me.
First they shut down my building sites.
Then they cut off my power and phones.
- Pulled all my permits...
- Ouch!
Let's look at it from their point of view.
OK?
I can't wait.
I need an answer today.
Take it easy, Jack.
We're gonna have to negotiate.
There's gonna be phone calls, maybe some mail.
Talkin' mucho dlnero here.
And probably some American money, too.
A little chunky.
I don't care what it costs.
I want it.
Mm-hm.
Tough lie.
Jack, if I sell it, half the people I grew up with won't speak to me again.
They don't speak to you now.
That's a very good point.
I'm gonna have to bank it off the Chagall.
I topped it.
I topped it.
Got a good bounce.
- It's in.
- Do we have a deal or not?
- Hm?
- Huh?
- Why not?
- Now you're talkin'.
Do you have a twin sister?
Well, gentlemen, I think we've seen the last of Mr Jack Hartounian.
I guess he learned a little something about who calls the sh*ts in this city.
Wake up!
Now I know what they do with the bodies once the medical students are finished.
You have incredible nerve, Hartounian.
What makes you think you can walk into a private club, - and stroll around as if you own it?
- Cos I do own it.
You must be Chandler.
What are you up to?
- Where did you get these?
- Ty Webb.
Ty Webb.
I don't know what sleazy deal you made or what do you intend to do here, but our members will never stand for this.
- Most of them can't stand anyway.
- Listen, Chandler.
You know what the most important problem with the world is?
Privilege.
People like you who somehow think you're better than everybody else.
Here is a city full of poor people, poor people who've suffered.
Suffered and struggled in the factories and the slaughterhouses.
For what?
So that people like you should live in a mansion on the hill?
Chandler, let me tell you something.
There's gonna be a lot of new faces in this club.
I'm gonna see to it.
I'm gonna open Bushwood Club to the general public.
And I'm gonna make sure that everyone... has a taste... of the good life.
Don't you just love this guy?
Don't start thinking you've won anything!
This isn't over yet.
See you at the reopening.
Hope you like pickled herring.
Yeah, come on back any time and we'll play a few holes.
- Chandler, I want to go home.
- See here, Cynthia, the last thing we want to do is let him think he's winning.
But he is winning.
Well, it's no different, is it?
Perhaps it won't be so bad after all.
- Gimme that!
- This is outrageous.
I don't want to talk about it, let's just play.
Hey, boys, you made it, huh?
What do you think?
Isn't it great?
It's great, isn't it?
I suppose this is someone's idea of having a good time.
What?
Perhaps you can turn the music down, you idiot.
Oh, yeah, right.
What do you say I join you for a little small ball?
Here, have a pull off of that if you want.
You've got a driver and a putter.
How can you play with two clubs?
How many do you need?
I can't believe I'm playin' golf, huh?
Golf.
Golf.
Sounds like you got something stuck in your throat.
Oh, he really got a hold of that.
That one's in the upper deck.
Oh, that one's gone.
Where's my beer?
You know the problem with golf?
It's a game for wusses.
There's no damn contact.
You know what I mean?
Wait, wait, wait.
I got an idea.
I got an idea, look.
Let's play one on one.
I'll defend the hole and you try to score.
You got helmets, you got pads, you got your clubs flying around.
Throw in a little stiff body checking.
Boom, you got yourself a game.
- What do you say?
- Good God.
Well, it was just an idea.
Ho!
Where were you?
I've been looking for you all day.
I can tell.
Quite an impressive search party.
Ha!
Oh, Cynthia.
I didn't even see you here.
- How are you?
How you doin'?
- Do you mind?
You're blocking my sun.
Your sun?
Your sun?
I'm doing you a favour.
You lay around here your face will look like an alligator bag.
You're gonna be wearing luggage tags for earrings.
Really!
I hope you brought your wooden shoes.
It looks good, don't it, huh?
Don't it look great?
Yeah, we had a hell of a time trying to find all these giant tulips.
You got to knock it right through that little door.
It's hard as hell.
All right!
I'm on my game today.
Give it a try.
Hey, Kate!
He seems absolutely thrilled with the joke he's made out of our club.
Miffy, I hardly think Kate wants to hear our unvarnished opinion on the subject.
You don't have to varnish it for me, Todd.
I stopped apologising for my dad a long time ago.
I admire that, Kate.
Hey.
That's a pretty girl over there, huh?
Yes, it is.
You'd like to get her alone in the dark?
As long as I've got your permission.
What's yourjob here?
Yourjob here is as a lifeguard.
That's why I hired you.
I didn't hire you to watch my daughter.
- The lives.
Lives.
You got that?
- Guarding lives.
Every life around this pool is your responsibility.
- Yes, sir.
- Repeat after me.
- Every... single...
- Every single life...
- You're too fast.
- Every single life... around this pool is your responsibility.
- My responsibility.
- Every life!
- It is my responsibility.
- Every single life.
Except that son of a bitch there.
Girls, now you'll see some sliding.
Get that bastard.
Kate!
Miffy!
Watch this.
Look out below.
Yeah!
Oh, hot, hot!
Hot!
Hot!
He's such a show-off.
Oh!
Oh, boy!
Oh, boy!
Oh, boy!
That's hot!
Ow!
Oh, that's...
Ow, my ass!
That's it.
Take him off!
sh**t!
Come on, sh**t!
Come on!
Come on, sh**t!
sh**t!
Come on!
- Will you please move?
- Huh?
Oh.
Sorry.
Go ahead.
Come on, you got it!
He steals the puck.
He's got it off the ice!
Easy!
Easy!
Easy!
He sh**t!
He scores!
This is some damn sport, eh, boys?
- I think I've had enough for today.
- Let's go another 18.
What do you say?
Chandler Young?
Yes.
Our mutual friend told me to meet you here.
Captain Tom Everett, United States Marine Corps, Company A, retired.
I was expecting someone with a vehicle, but not this.
Well, think about it, your objective is to surveil a target operating in the construction business.
What could be better suited to this sort of covert recon than a barf wagon?
- Order something.
- I'm really not that hungry.
Typical.
Might I remind you that sacrifice is the key to the survival of your country?
Or in this case, your country club.
All right, then give me a cheese sandwich.
Don't have it.
I'll have a tuna on wholewheat.
Don't have it.
No.
I think you'll be ordering number six.
Fiesta burrito with chilli and eggs.
Just exactly what is your m*llitary background?
Oh, I had 15 years in.
Covert stuff mainly.
Recon, LRRPs, special ops.
Yeah.
Most of the details of my assignments are still classified.
I can't go into it without compromising elements of our foreign policy.
But it was mainly demolition work of an inter-personal nature.
Then there was that damn bureaucratic snafu in the Nam.
I ended up in a VA mental facility.
Typical.
So typical.
I can then assume our friend will be discouraged from involvement with Bushwood Country Club?
Are we talking... discouraged... with extreme prejudice?
I'm afraid we already tried extreme prejudice.
Didn't work.
No, no, no, I meant do you want him... terminated?
The less I know about that the better.
Good.
That's my policy exactly.
That way, when we're captured, and they put a 12-volt battery to our testicles, which can, does and has happened... we can honestly say we're ignorant of the subject.
Should we swear a blood oath on it or something?
Oh, I don't think that will be necessary, Captain Everett.
OK.
From now on, in future communications, you'll refer to me as...
Mr Sanderson.
And I will refer to you as erm...
Mrs Esterhaus.
Fine.
Well...
I guess that's it then.
- Oh, Mr Sanderson.
- Goodbye...
Mrs Esterhaus.
My God.
- What's the matter?
- You look stunning.
Thank you.
Give me a minute.
I'll be right back.
Jack?
Jack, I'm in the kitchen.
Jackie?
I'm just fixing something.
Oy!
Jack?
Jack, shall I get that?
What are you doing out there?
I just wanted to see what it would feel like to come home to you every night.
Oh, how sweet.
- Now what were you really up to?
- Me?
Nothing.
Nothing.
I just wanted to give you a present.
Hello.
- What's this?
Where you going?
- Going to stay at Miffy's for a while.
Miffy's?
Why?
Cos I can't live with you anymore.
Live with me?
What happened?
You don't care about me, or you wouldn't have done what you did to Bushwood.
Did to Bushwood?
I made it into a fun place.
No, you took a beautiful country club and turned it into Coney Island.
It was perfect the way it was, but you couldn't stand that, could you?
You had to make it cheap and common.
I don't believe this.
You sound just like one of them.
Don't you understand?
- I want to be one of them.
- You wanna be one...
Then be one of them.
Go ahead.
Go ahead, you got no family anymore.
- You're now one of them.
- That's fine with me.
Fine with you, fine with them, and it's fine with me.
Then go ahead.
And don't come back here anymore.
- Little bit hard on her, weren't you?
- I was hard on her?
I work like a dog all my life so she should have everything.
And she talks to me like that?
All kids go through things like that.
They're embarrassed about their parents or they want to be someone else.
I hope you're right.
Just give her a chance.
She'll be fine.
Everything is perfect.
It's a perfect mess, that's what it is.
My daughter walked out on me.
Just when I thought I was doing it right, I'm doing it all wrong.
Just when I think I'm on top I'm on the bottom again.
My daughter was right.
No matter how rich I get I'm a filthy, vulgar person.
That's what I am.
That's what I am.
I'm trash.
I'm filth.
I'm dirt.
I'm garbage.
I'm the scum of the Earth.
I'm the scum of the Earth!
You can contradict me any time you want, you know.
Hm?
No, no, no argument here.
I make a point never to interfere in people's relationships.
You know, there's no mystery to dealing with women.
Women are...
They're just human beings like you and me.
They're fragile, they're sensitive, they're responsive to...
kindness and warmth and honesty.
They just have to be treated that way, that's all.
Let me show you what I'm talking about.
What the...
Very funny.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Ty Webb.
- We were noticing you at the bar.
Er... want to play trap the clam?
- Dip the donkey?
- Excuse me.
Spank the puppy?
Swallow the swan?
- I have to put a dime in the meter.
- I'll help you.
Mow the lawn?
Pop the weasel?
Well, we're finally alone.
I know.
Have you ever seen a crisp $50 bill?
Urghh!
Uh-huh.
Jack, just the man I was looking for.
I just spoke to my friends at the planning commission.
Here's a little present for you.
It'd be a miracle if you ever got another building permit in this city.
You crooks are all on the take.
Where you're taking it I don't want to know.
So you might be interested in selling your Bushwood stock, at a whopping loss, of course.
I'm sick and tired of you and your bullshit, got that?
- I'm buying you out!
- You're crazy if you think we'll sell.
- Name your price!
- Why don't we flip for it?
OK, coin in the air.
Coin in the air.
...taking over...
Be honest, who had heads?
I'm gonna flip again.
Here we go!
It's tails.
- Did you hear me?
- Let me tell you something.
OK.
You want a fight, you got yourself a fight.
One more word and I'll k*ll ya.
One more word!
- Clown.
- That's not the word.
- Barbarian.
- That's not the word either.
- Coward.
- That was the word.
- That was the word.
- Break it up!
Break it up!
You want to settle this?
Do it like gentlemen, on the golf course.
- 18 holes.
Partners.
- Great idea.
You win, you can have your club back.
He wins, he keeps the club and he builds those apartments.
- You're on, mister.
- OK, you got a bet.
It's on my course.
- And no trick clubs.
- Who needs them?
You're finished.
Out of my way.
Hey.
Todd.
Go out and get a nice tie.
You look like a Pee-wee Herman doll.
Look how uncoordinated he is.
Can't even drive a car.
Can you imagine him b*ating me at golf?
Frankly, you're not great yourself.
Even with me as your partner there's still an element of risk.
Take my word.
Risk has been eliminated.
That's my car!
Place yourself in my hands.
OK, trust me.
Relax.
Come on, relax.
All right.
Bend your knees just a touch.
- You want to spread your legs.
- You want me to leave you alone?
That's not funny.
OK, let's see that grip.
No, Jack.
Jack.
- Terry...
- Harry.
- Harry.
You're gonna be his partner?
- Yes.
50/50, right?
- I don't like you that much.
90/20.
- Close enough.
I want you to swing nice and easy and hit one down the fairway, OK?
Just want to see how you hit it.
Take your time.
Nice and easy.
Right down the fairway.
Relax and swing easy.
Don't be afraid.
Any time.
Just give it a good hit.
Right down the fairway.
Fellas?
No.
No.
Hold it.
Time out.
You're picking your head up.
You got to keep it down.
Down.
And I noticed you're bending your left elbow on your back swing.
Keep that straight.
Use both hands.
Bend your knees a little bit more.
That's it.
- It's really quite simple.
- Kevin.
- Harry.
- Whatever.
You're just confusing the man.
It's really quite simple.
First of all, get rid of all this stuff.
What you want to do is clear your mind.
OK?
Watch me, OK?
Take a deep breath.
Close your eyes.
And just be the ball.
- Be the ball.
- Be the ball.
Be the ball.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na.
- Be the ball.
- Be the ball.
Be the ball.
Be the ball.
Be the ball.
- Be the ball.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
- Na-na-na-na-na.
Na-na-na-na-na.
No, no, no, no, no.
Jack.
Jack.
Jack!
Jack!
You're not being the ball.
Be the ball.
Do me a favour, you be the ball.
If I wanted to be sports equipment I'd be a lady's bicycle seat.
Tell you what, the problem is concentration.
Why don't we try it blindfolded?
- Why not?
- All right, let's try that.
Jack, we tried the spiritual approach and it didn't work.
It's not your fault.
But this is the latest biomechanic, ergonomic, kinaesthetic, state-of-the-art teaching technique.
You'll like it.
Get rid of that wicked slice.
Let's try it.
OK, let's try one.
That's getting better.
Perfect!
- Good morning, Mrs Esterhaus.
- Don't "Mrs Esterhaus" me, you idiot.
You blew up my Rolls-Royce.
It's difficult.
In my line of work you learn it's the details that k*ll you.
Just make sure that next time there aren't any screw-ups.
I'm playing this man in a golf match and I don't intend to lose.
You won't.
OK.
These are six mercury-filled, steel-jacketed dum-dum golf balls.
Feel the weight on this little sweetie.
This is a high-tensile strength titanium driver, which in the hands of a trained professional will definitely redefine the term "handicap".
Oh, yeah, look in the eyepiece.
Go ahead.
Feel free.
I've set up a simulation.
See?
Watermelon hanging from those gallows.
Yes.
Let's just say that that watermelon represents the head of your problem.
All right?
OK.
Now, sir, if you would please...
keep your eye on the fruit.
Keep your eye on the fruit.
Keep your eye on the fruit.
- Good.
- Good?
- Good.
- Good?
It's better than good.
It's gone.
Now, listen, I want to be very clear about this.
Follow the match closely, but stay out of sight.
Do nothing, unless you my signal.
OK.
But should my opponent start to win I will tip my cap.
Speaking of tipping, there is the as yet unattended to matter of my fee.
- I'd like it deposited there, please.
- What's this?
A Swiss bank account?
It's the combination of my locker at the Greyhound bus station.
How elegant.
I hope this is the last time we have to meet like this, Mr Sanderson.
My sentiments exactly, Mrs Esterhaus.
Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready to rumble.
Gentlemen, these are the rules of the match.
It's a Scotch twosome.
Each partner hits the other partner's ball.
For those of you unfamiliar with this type of play, it's a little like tag-team wrestling.
Only you can't do this.
None of this.
Or this.
Now, fewest strokes wins the hole.
Most holes wins the match.
- Fine.
- Australian winter rules.
You may improve your lie in the rough if you can roughly prove you're not lying.
If your ball goes in the water you may go in after it, but only if it's been 45 minutes since you last ate.
- Are you quite finished?
- Not quite, no.
- Largest shoe size has the honour.
- Anybody b*at a 12D?
- I can, but I'm out of this.
- So?
- So I guess you're up.
- OK.
May the best man win.
And if that doesn't happen, I hope Jack and Harry pull this off.
Wish I could stay, but I got a thing.
Bye.
- Knock 'em dead, Harry.
- Come on, Harry.
Straighten up!
Yeah!
If you have to have a partner you're the partner to have.
Great.
These clubs are terrible!
Here we go.
I know.
I know!
Be the ball.
Be the ball.
Be the ball.
Swing for the fences.
He's sliced it.
Stay out of the woods.
Stay out of the woods!
- Stay out.
- Look out!
There's my objective.
He's no thr*at.
Nice duds though.
Sure hate to mess 'em up.
This is gonna be an easy one.
One quick stroke, I'll bounce him and be out by sundown.
Easiest money I ever made.
Hmm.
How the hell am I supposed to concentrate with smurf like that walking around?
You did that on purpose.
Naughty!
Naughty!
I may have to put you in the duck suit, and your little dog, too.
Ah-ha!
Hey!
Hey!
Who the hell sent you.
You little subversive vermin.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Legal matter coming through.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
You getting the sh*t kicked out of ya?
How's it goin'?
Terrible.
I'm hungry and have to go to the bathroom.
No, I mean the game.
What's the score?
Ah, we're losing.
They're six holes ahead.
I was starting to get used to country club life.
What do you say we try something different?
Come here.
But the green is over there.
You have the worst slice in the history of golf.
Might as well go with it.
Ha-ha!
- See that?
- Thank you.
Thank you.
And I thought this was a hard game.
I got you now, you little furry freak.
You're not going to get away from me.
Scrambling around.
I know you're in there.
He's close.
You're close, aren't ya?
Just a few feet away.
Mocking me.
Ain't a gopher alive that's a match for an ex-Marine.
- Shh!
- Here we go.
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Yes!
Chandler, what's going on?
You were up seven holes, now he's won the last six.
- You promised he couldn't win.
- He can't win if he doesn't finish.
- Harry.
Hi.
- Is your dad gonna be happy to see you.
Yeah.
How's the match going?
It's all tied up with this last hole to go.
- Do you think you can win?
- We got the momentum.
Yeah.
Yeah, I think we're gonna win.
OK, little gopher.
Hey.
It's your friend Tom.
I gotjunk food.
Everybody loves mass-produced cream-filled pastries.
They're good.
I was just trying to get your attention before.
Come on.
They're good.
Huh?
Very subtle, Mrs Esterhaus.
I read ya, loud and clear.
Whoo!
That hurts.
I think it was a big mistake tipping that arrow head with poison.
- Don't hit it long.
- Gotcha.
No, no, wait.
Don't hit it short.
OK, right in the middle there is where I want to go.
Wait, hit it long but let it go short.
Well, it's not long.
But it's short.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
You...
Come on, hit me.
Huh?
Come on, hit me.
Come on, hit me!
Nya!
What's up, doc?
Seems that cream always rises to the top, doesn't it, bag boy?
Well, girls, once we win this hole this place will be back to normal.
Kate, we might even be able to make it in time for Bunny's brunch.
Would you excuse me?
Kate, I've decided that you mustjoin my sorority.
And I know that the Kappas are just going to love you.
There's only one thing?
Would you consider changing your name?
Maybe take out the "ounian" and shorten it to Kate Hart.
Isn't that great?
Wait a second.
What is wrong with my real name?
Nothing.
It's just that it sounds so...
So what?
Kate, you want people to think that you belong.
I do belong... to a family.
Well... if you want my honest opinion, Kate, I think that your family's really embarrassing.
And I'm really happy that I'm not a part of it.
Yeah, so am I.
What?
What?
Miffy, you are a stupid, superficial, snotty little bitch.
Oh, really?
Really, Kate?
Oh!
Whatever!
What...
Ow!
Well, Jack, I guess it's come down to this.
Whoever sinks their putt wins the match.
Frankly, I'm not worried.
Chandler, could I talk to you for a moment?
Look, I don't know much about golf, but I do know the difference between a 50-foot putt and a two-foot putt.
It's always been my experience to go with the guy closer to the hole.
- You're my kind of guy.
- Thank you.
- Can I give you some friendly advice?
- Yeah, all right.
- Have you tried putting with a wedgie?
- A wedgie?
Yeah.
Oh, it's great.
All the pros are doing it.
- Would you like me to show you?
- Yeah.
See, what you do is you take your normal stance, like you're putting the ball.
Just like that.
You never putted with a wedgie?
- No.
- You just take your stance.
And then... this is the wedgie!
Try putting with that crammed up your cr*ck.
Pop?
Pop.
I just wanted to say that whether or not you sink this putt...
I love you.
I'm really sorry I've been acting like such a jerk lately.
I guess that's what I get for hanging round a bunch of fonzanoons.
I don't know what you thought.
Did you think you'd just walk out on me, insult me, come back when you want?
Put your arms around me, tell me "I love you" and I'll forget everything?
Yeah, that's the general idea.
You're right.
Ah-hah.
Sink your putt.
Now.
Do it now.
Now.
Now!
Now!
- You can do it.
- Do it.
Now.
Do it now.
Do it.
No!
Shh!
He still might sink his putt.
If he does, we tie.
Father, a word.
This putt is very simple and very straight.
Just tap it.
- Tap it.
- Just tap it.
A tiny, tiny tap.
- Tiny tap.
- A tiny, tiny, tiny tap.
- Lost ball, wouldn't you say?
- We win, you lose.
Hey, Chandler, nice touch.
Excuse me, Mr Something.
Might I trouble you for a scalpel, some forceps or maybe even a pair of pliers?
You see, I had a little trouble getting out of the roughs over there and damn if I didn't accidentally sh**t myself with a poison-tipped crossbow dart.
If I pull the arrow out, will you please suck out the poison for me?
Let me get this straight.
You pull it out, I suck?
Is there any money in it for me?
Oh, tough course.
It was a tiny tap.
Look at you, you've b*rned your sweater.
Mother, how could you marry a man with such a terrible short game?
Oh, shut up, Mary Frances.
Spoiled, snotty, superficial little bitch.
What?
Todd.
Todd.
Oh, drat, I guess this means you won't be going to Bunny's brunch?
Hey, baby.
Vroom!
Vroom!
Vroom!
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