Tommy's Honour Page #3

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Money, glory...

Fun.

It's been eight years,

since colonel Fairlie

and the Earl of Eglinton

asked me to organize

the first open championships.

The Prestwick club

donated a fine

Moroccan leather belt

as a trophy.

And we declared first champion

would hold that belt for one

year

before passing it on

to his successor.

We also declared

that should any man

win that belt three years in a

row,

that man would keep

that belt in perpetuity.

A bit of trickery, that was.

After all,

who could do such a thing?

Not you, Tom Morris. Two wins

in a row was your limit.

Aye, aye.

Aye it was, it was.

I am very, very proud to say

that the ultimate winner

of this prize,

of that belt...

Is my very own son,

Thomas Morris, junior.

Well... the game is

catching on in England.

We have a fine course

in Liverpool now.

In Devonshire,

westward ho has adopted

the St. Andrew standard

of 18 holes.

And Blackheath...

My home club...

Is prepared to take the lead.

We want to be the center

of golf in England.

Perhaps in all the empire.

- Will there be anything else, sir?

- Thank you, no.

Do you know that your serving port

to the champion golfer of Scotland?

Oh, just Scotland?

Aye, well, it's the only place with

golfers of any account, eh, major?

I hear they play

the game in England now,

Liverpool, Devonshire.

That'll be all, miss.

I'm prepared...

To offer you a position.

Position?

Tell me this, Tommy...

What's your future here?

Work in your father's shop?

And one day, rest his soul,

it's your shop.

My work, major,

is emptying the pockets of crack

golfers and their backers.

That's all.

- In Scotland?

- Yeah.

And for every pound here...

It'll be 100 pounds

backing you in England.

As the professional golfer

at Blackheath...

You will be a wealthy man.

Oh, Davie, Davie, watch it!

- Davie, come on. No, no, no.

- Aw, just...

How's your father

gonna manage without you?

He'll have to make

more putts that's for sure.

Who will be partnering him

in his money matches?

No, don't you be angling

for an opportunity.

Eh, I'm just saying.

I think I should make a steady

playing partner for old Tom.

Davie, come on.

Our boy's just about to go away

and conquer England here.

- He is.

- Mm-hmm.

He's going to England.

I can smell the alcohol from

here.

May have had a pint...

Or two.

And where will you be

keeping your belt?

What do you mean?

Did you accept

major Molesworth offer?

Did you seriously think

there would be golf business

in St. Andrews

that I wouldn't know about?

You had scallops and steak

for your luncheon.

And you didn't even finish your

plate.

They've got grand plans

at Blackheath, dad.

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