Tommy's Honour Page #4

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My father was a handloom Weaver.

There was nine of us

in two rooms.

I barely had a whisker in my face when

I was apprentice to a golf ball maker.

I worked 16 hours a day and

sent pennies home every month.

- I know this.

- My father...

He earned less money in a

year...

Than you and I

made in one match last week.

I'll be sending money home, dad,

just like you did.

- I will.

- You work for your father, Tommy.

Working for another man, that's

an altogether different matter.

What do you know of Molesworth?

Hmm?

What do you know of England?

I know it'll pay me

twice your salary.

You think of nothing but

yourself.

Dad...

I don't want to spend my days

on my knees teeing up

gentlemen who despise me

who-who think they're better

than me, can you not see that?

What do you think

you'll be doing at Blackheath?

Making my own way!

I would have lost

more than I would have won

without you as my playing

partner these last few years.

I could lose this house.

Your place is here.

Tom!

Tom, the Weaver's son.

Takes three putts

and our Willie takes one.

Tom, Tom the Weaver's son.

Takes three putts

and our Willie takes one.

Aye, you're in Musselburgh now,

old Tom.

No place to tarry

over a four-foot putt.

Park brothers, one up.

I'll give youse boys

a chance to double your bets.

'Cause we're giving Saint

Andrews a thrashing today.

Tommy Morris.

Go back to fife.

Hey, I saw that.

Put it back, you dog.

I'll play it where lays.

Why don't you hit it off

that one's forehead?

Now, now, Kirky.

We'll forgive them their

trespasses.

Here, dad.

Stand back.

Let the man play.

Bugger off,

champion golfer of shite.

He's trying to play a shot,

you idiot!

Tommy!

Two whiskies, please.

They're laughing at us.

What did you expect,

cheers wherever you go?

Musselburgh is Willie park's town.

How much?

- A tuppence, please, sir.

- Thank you.

Thanks.

This is unprecedented.

The St. Andrews gentlemen will

lose their wages if you concede.

Are you conceding the match?

There will be no match

if we're not in it, sir.

That's not for you to say,

Tom Morris.

Go on.

Come on!

This is no golf.

James, time for a pint?

Aye, all right.

That's ready to go.

Is this a Thomas Morris, Jr.

Original?

Oh, no, that's one of Jamie's.

These hands have far more

important work to do.

What like breaking noses

in Musselburgh?

Only a couple.

Dad walked away, though.

"This is no golf."

- Who took home the money?

- Well, not us.

For all I know, the gentlemen

feathered their beds with it.

So, what, you suggesting

I got the first pint?

For starters, aye.

You've got Mr. Campbell's

foursome in half an hour.

He expects you to bring

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