Tommy's Honour Page #2
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.
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.
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.
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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