The Caddy Page #3

a wonderful time.

Ben Hogan is stepping up

to the ball now.

There's the back swing.

The ball is in the air and it's beautiful!

It's underneath that...

It's funny, Lisa. Crowds don't seem

to bother Mr. Hogan.

I don't want to be a killjoy,

Harvey, darling,

but I'm worried about our jobs

at the store.

You know how Mr. Baxter is

about employees

taking too much time for lunch.

Harvey, I'm worried about Mr. Baxter.

Why, has he shot yet?

Mr. Baxter, our boss, who could fire you

just like all the other Mr. Baxters

in your life.

And then we'll never be able

to get married.

Oh, don't worry about money, Lisa.

I bet a whole two weeks' salary

on Mr. Hogan.

Harvey, you didn't!

... right through that clump of trees

or under a low-hanging bow.

What a tough break for Ben.

How about us? Two weeks' salary.

Harvey, what are we going to do?

Come with me, Lisa.

Give me a nine-iron, please.

Mr. Hogan.

Mr. Hogan,

this is a very important shot to me.

And to me.

Well, this is a very fast green,

Mr. Hogan,

and you're gonna need

a lot of backspin.

So I suggest you use your wedge.

Well, if you don't mind,

I'll use the nine-iron.

I just thought I'd mention it.

My name is Harvey Miller, Jr.

- How are you, Harvey?

- I'm fine. How are you, Mr. Hogan?

- How's the family?

- Fine, thank you.

- That's swell.

- Come on, son. Let Mr. Hogan shoot.

All right.

That's a wedge shot, Mr. Hogan.

- See what I mean, Mr. Hogan?

- You're so right.

You see, I played this course

many times with my Dad and I...

- Come on, boy, off...

- You're not Mr. Hogan.

Now take your hands off me.

Hurry up and change.

I'll just push the clock back a little bit,

so old Skinhead won't know.

Old Skinhead does know.

Well, don't tell... Mr. Baxter!

Miller. Miller.

Miller!

- Miller?

- Yes, Mr. Baxter.

We're having a terrific run

on birds today.

- Birds?

- Badminton birds.

Miller, why?

Why did you take three hours for lunch?

Well, you see, Mr. Baxter,

I go to this terrific little restaurant

in Dallas, Texas.

Dallas, Texas! You...

- Miss Anthony.

- Yes, Mr. Baxter?

You're fired.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. Baxter.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson.

- Hello, Harvey.

- It's a nice day, ain't it, Mr. Johnson?

- Yes, it is, Harvey.

Watch where you're going, boy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Phillips.

I guess I was going

where I wasn't looking.

- Miller.

- Oh.

Look out! Help, help!

Put that ladder back there, you...

Miller!

Miller!

Miller!

Mr. Baxter, please don't hit me.

I didn't do nothing, Mr. Baxter.

I was just out and I...

All right, reach, Baxter.

Now, now, now, Miller.

It's a different story now, ain't it, Baxter?

Yeah, we...

We were just having a little fun.

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