Tommy's Honour Page #2

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And your putting, god knows,

it's worse than my own.

Perhaps you might like to let

your sons make the gutties

and you get out and practice.

Thank you, sir.

Practice.

That man is a captain in the club.

How could you insult him?

Why'd you let him

talk to you like that, dad?

Because he has every right to.

I work for him

and the other gentlemen.

Yeah, you do, but I don't.

A caddy's son you are

and a caddy you'll be.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- What else would you be doing?

Well, I'll be a golfer.

Aye, a golf professional?

Who gives lessons?

Who makes golf balls?

Who makes golf clubs?

Who caddies for gentlemen

and treats them with respect?

No, that's yourself

you're talking about, dad.

And have you thought about how

you're going to make a living, boy?

Twelve... 13...

The lad's ready.

Why is he not your

playing partner?

He's just 15, sir.

We've been betting on you

for years now, Tom.

And when you've won, we put a

pretty penny in your pocket.

And I'm grateful to you

and to the other gentlemen.

But in all fairness to us, Tom,

your performance has fallen off.

What you say, sir, is...

It's a hard reckoning.

And a fair one.

Look here,

your backers want to win,

you have debts,

your lad's ready.

In one stroke

you solve the problem.

I thank you for your

good counsel, Mr. Kinloch.

- If I may?

- Of course. You have work to do.

Tom?

A man's got to use every club he

has.

Twenty for the winner.

A Sterling debut, lad.

Two Thomas Morris'

are certainly better than one.

Thank you, sir.

Don't worry, Willie.

I'm sure the park brothers

will live to fight another day.

Beginner's luck I call it.

Your pup's still got his milk

teeth.

We can always go round again

if you thought it was luck.

I'll see you

in Musselburgh, laddie.

The capital of golf.

Aye, pride in one's town.

It's a fine thing, Willie.

It's a fine thing.

Come on, son.

So says the man

who's won his last open.

Here.

Five pounds?

- Is that all you're giving me?

- Be still. That's your share.

Now get in there, and don't be

telling your mother your winnings.

Give.

Did you see that?

Hole-in-one.

Come on! Whoo-hoo!

Just try your arms by your

side there, young Mr. Morris.

Best just hold it, then.

And hold still.

Well done, Tommy.

Congratulations. Well done.

Thank you.

Give me a drink.

Come on.

Congratulations are in order.

George Atwood

of "the times" of London.

London, really?

Nice to meet you, George.

No one's ever won

the open by such a margin.

David Strath finished second

12 strokes behind.

Truth is, I let my friend win.

I'm a nobleman at heart.

Oh, aye, but a commoner

on the links, too.

And what will you

play for now, Tommy?

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