Tommy's Honour

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- Yeah, all right, I'll take that wager.

Aye, so will I.

Right, what was that?

This can do more than just

pick balls out ruts, boys.

You bring the club down hard

on the back of the ball

and it'll spin like a top,

front to back.

I call it backspin.

Pay up.

Come on.

Her ladyship inquires as to

the hour of your return.

Day is over when the war is won.

Dad's at war

with the gorse bushes, Tommy.

Oh, aye.

And the dunes no doubt,

and the rain and the goats

and the rabbits.

- I fear I'm outnumbered.

- Yeah, dad, I was thinking...

You got a teeing ground

at the first hole, right?

Well, why don't we put one

next to every green?

The way you've got it now

we've got golfers out there

tearing our Greens up every day.

Eh, it's not a bad idea.

But who am I to fiddle

with a 500-year-old game?

There are 13 rules to golf.

The first one,

you must tee the ball...

Within a club length of the hole.

Even I know that.

- And rules written 100 years ago.

- Aye, and you'll not be changing them.

Leave the rules of golf

to the steering committee.

Men of the Morris persuasion,

good day to you.

Well, afternoon, captain.

Niblick's as good as new.

Ah, good, good.

Hmm.

I trust you'll be, uh, caddying for

me at the spring meeting, Tom?

It would be a pleasure,

sir, but, uh,

colonel Fairlie's already

arranged for my services.

Oh, I see.

Well, perhaps, young Tommy

could do the honors.

That's a very generous offer,

sir.

I don't know, sir.

Well, Tom...

I've been considering betting

on you for the match next week.

But your last outing

against Willie park...

You cost me 60 pounds.

Sorry, sir.

Well, it's not the money

I'm worried about.

It's, uh, it's my reputation...

My standing in the eyes of the

town.

Understand, sir.

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