The Caddy Page #2

He work very hard,

but he don't like digging ditch.

Anthony, you're through.

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

And the boss is always picking on him.

Joe finally know

just what he want to do with life.

I wanna go home to San Francisco.

How about it?

Hop in.

He was plenty smart.

In four years,

Harvey grow up into a big boy, too.

He hope some day

to marry my daughter, Lisa.

But that golf, it was still in his blood.

- What time is it, Mr. Fisher?

- Two minutes to 12:00, Harvey.

Wow.

- Mr. Miller.

- Yes, Mr. Baxter?

Take lunch one hour later today.

Oh, but, Skin...

But, Mr. Baxter, I got tickets to see...

No buts, Miller. Your lunch is at 1:00.

- Lisa...

- Harvey, did Mr. Baxter speak to you?

- Yeah, come on, we're going to lunch.

- Oh, but, Harvey, we can't. Mr. Baxter...

I don't care what Mr. Baxter said, Lisa.

We've got tickets to see

Ben Hogan play,

and we're going to see him play.

Now, come on.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

This is Wendell Niles bringing you

a play-by-play account

of the San Francisco Open.

It's a beautiful California day

and everybody's having

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.

You were having a little fun, Skinhead.

Skinhead... Yes.

It's a different story now.

The shoe's on the other foot.

All right,

you had your chance then, Baxter.

- Now, Miller!

- Mr. Baxter!

Oh, I'm sorry.

You look just like a rhinoceros.

Wait, I did it and I'll fix it.

Here.

Miller.

- One second, Mr. Baxter.

- Yeah.

- Miller, Miller, Miller.

- No, it's all right.

No, I got it. Now, just... That's fine.

Miller.

- I'm going to get it now.

- Miller.

Here it comes, Mr. Baxter. All right.

We got it, didn't we?

That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Mr. Baxter!

Got off those skates! Miller!

Come back here.

Now, listen, Miller...

Miller, that's not funny.

Miller!

Get off of there, Miller! Get off of there!

Not the China Department!

Not in the China Department!

It's all right, Mr. Baxter.

I won't hit anything!

Miller.

I'm sorry, Mr. Baxter!

- Mr. Baxter?

- Yes?

- I'd like to give my two weeks' notice.

- Well, that will be...

Get out.

Get out.

- Harvey.

- Yeah?

Where's that winning smile?

Come on, let's see that dimple.

No, I'm no good for anything, Lisa.

I'll never smile again.

Harvey Miller, is that any way to talk?

It's the only way I know how.

Look, all great men

have had to go through bad times.

You've read about them in books.

Then when you're famous,

why you'll... You'll look back and laugh.

Ha, ha, ha.

Just say I'm no good for anything.

I let you down.

- Go ahead.

- Okay.

Harvey Miller,

you're no good for anything.

You've let me down.

Gee, it sounds awful when you say it.

I wish my brother Joe was here.

He's had a lot of experience in business

and he could help you find yourself.

I ain't even lookin' for myself.

All I know is golf.

And I sure wish I could forget it.

- Hey.

- What?

Why forget it?

- Huh?

- Teach it.

Why, with all you know about golf,

you'd be a cinch to open a school.

You can stand people one at a time,

can't you?

Yeah.

Gee, that's a good idea, Lisa.

Boy, if I ever amount to anything,

you'll be the woman behind the man

that made the man behind the gun

who loved the woman behind the man

behind the gun.

I got carried away.

- Goodnight, Harvey.

- Goodnight, Lisa.

Goodnight, Lisa.

You know what?

The first thing in the morning,

I'm gonna get organized.

Goodnight, Lisa.

Goodnight, Harvey.

Mama reserved the church for February,

but she can postpone it again.

Maybe she won't...

Maybe she won't have to.

Once I get my school started...

- That's right, Harvey.

- Uh-huh!

Goodnight, Harvey.

Goodnight.

Excuse me.

I got carried away again.

Thanks a lot, pal.

Don't make too much noise.

Don't want to wake the folks.

I haven't been home in years.

Hey.

This is my room.

You're in my bed.

Excuse me.

Hey!

See you tonight, Lisa.

Ma! Pop!

Ma! Pop! Lisa!

Joe! Hey, Mama!

Joe!

Joe, it's wonderful you're back.

You know,

there's somebody in this house.

- You wait, I get my harpoon gun.

- Come on, let's...

- I found him in my bed. He looks nutty.

- Oh, no, Joe.

I don't know who he is.

That's it.

- That's Harvey.

- That's Harvey.

Harvey?

You're away from home

so we rent him your room, Joe.

- Yes. He's nice boy.

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