Tommy's Honour Page #3

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golfer, than he can be a golfer.

But if he wants to sail

to the orient,

then bon voyage.

Lift that pint without me.

Hi, Tommy.

What happened to you?

Golf's a lot rougher

than you think.

I don't think about golf at all.

You think about me?

Listen to Mr. champion of

Scotland.

Oh, no, just a Greenkeeper's son

stands before you.

Well, you're standing in my way.

So, um...

So, what time

do you finish your work?

How old are you, Tommy Morris?

How old do you think I am?

I'm 28 years old.

Best find yourself a school

girl.

Do you know what

I love most about golfing?

No, there are times

when you've no hope of a shot,

you've got no chance, it's

impossible, but you try it anyway.

You put everything

that you've got into that shot.

And then you just...

You just see where it goes.

Margaret's a lovely name.

Meg, they call me.

Can I walk you home,

Margaret-called-Meg?

Short walk that would be. I

live just above the restaurant.

Ah, Tommy.

Do us proud in Perth next week.

We're counting on a tidy profit.

We know you can't lose

as a single player.

No disrespect to your father.

It's good to hear

how much you do respect him.

Gentlemen.

So, gentlemen pay you

to play golf?

After a fashion, yeah.

They put the stakes up for a

match.

Hundreds of pounds, like.

And gentlemen in every town

back a golfer.

When I win...

My backers take the winnings,

and they pay me as they choose,

there's no say in it, really.

Hundreds of pounds?

Oh, yeah.

What's your fancy?

These chocolates have come

all the way from Belgium.

Of course you'd be talking up

the ones with the highest price.

We'll take a dozen.

Here you go, ma'am.

Sir.

Well, she sounds a fiery one.

No.

I'm in love, boys.

You're what?

I'm telling you...

I believe there's a cure for

that.

Come on.

Stop making sh*t up.

- All right?

- Aye.

Hello, Davie.

This way, lads,

I've what you're wanting.

One of you waits.

I run a respectable house.

No.

I would like to pay my respects,

please, Mrs.

Aye.

Why not?

Won't be long now.

Suit yourself.

Go on, girl.

You should be out there

with the rest of them.

Thank you, Mr. Riggs.

Not so fast.

Can I see that club?

Aye.

He's a clever one, my player.

These scratches, mate,

they pull the water away so the

ball does the slippy slide.

Well, you've got it won now,

Mr. Kidd.

I'll not catch you

unless you drown.

Ah, fortune was on my side

today.

No, you outplayed me, Tom.

Well played.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the winner of the 1873

open championship,

Mr. Tom Kidd.

Jamie, come on, get up.

Get the gloves.

You stick them on, right.

Right, outside, everyone.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Right.

You're getting far too heavy

to carry, Jackie.

Happy Hogmanay.

Ready?

Run! I'll race you!

Fine work we did

on that chariot, dad.

No, I won't take credit for that, son.

It was all your idea.

Sorry I'm late.

It's all right.

Happy new year.

What will I win for sinking

this?

To the winner,

a fine plump goose.

A goose?

What's the prize for second

place?

Bottle of Whisky.

Oh, bugger.

There you go, son.

There we go,

there we go, there...

Right.

Oh, oh...

I... oh.

There you go, Kirky.

The dregs of my defeat.

A toast to the house of Morris.

It's my honor to caddy

for the finest Caddie master

the old game will ever see.

No man can fashion

a better golf club.

No other could have

tamed these links

and made our home course

the Jewel of Scotland.

And none but old Tom

can claim to be

the father of the greatest

golfer of them all,

Tommy Morris!

Tommy!

Shh, here they come.

Lizzie, I can't believe

you brought us here.

Meg needs to know

your darkest secrets, Tommy.

Tommy, how lovely.

Yes, a lovely spot for the girl

to come fetch her brother

- when father's going to tan his

hide.

Always the wicked one were you?

He'd sit by this tree

thinking no one would find him.

Aye, you know, your Tommy

was the only one of us

ever tried to climb

clean to the top.

Right little monkey he was.

Get off.

What is that?

What is that?

What is that?

What do you mean?

It's a monkey. It's a monkey.

Such bonny stitchwork.

I'm hopeless with a needle.

Ten thumbs.

I'll teach you lace-making.

- You made that?

- Aye.

A gentleman's wife

in Edinburgh gave me work.

Has Tommy told you about the plot

he's hatched for the money matches?

If there's plotting afoot, I'm

in.

Why are we giving all the

riches to the rich, Davie?

It makes no sense.

The rich have riches.

It's nothing to do with us.

Yeah, but it does if they're

betting on you and me.

Perhaps this can wait.

Some matters are best left...

Unannounced.

I'm starving.

Is there any more food?

Here take that.

Do you want some?

The post is here, sir.

Good.

And Thomas Morris

to see you, sir.

Which one?

Thomas junior.

He state his business?

All he would say is

"the rights of man."

- Very well. Send him in.

- Sir.

Never seen a man

play chess alone before.

My opponent is a Cambridge don.

He's a brilliant tactician.

We play by mail, you see.

With this morning's post,

he lost a pawn.

And he's about to lose another.

What brings you to see me,

young man?

I wanna discuss the stakes

for the match tomorrow.

Oh, I might have guessed.

A young man's fancy

turns to thoughts of love...

And money.

We've always been

very generous with you, Tommy.

More so than with your father,

as a matter of fact.

But then you've always been...

More valuable to us

in some ways.

My view of my value

differs from yours, captain.

You see, Davie and I

are the ones playing the match.

So we should be the ones

collecting on the stakes.

Well, don't be ridiculous.

It's time for a new arrangement,

sir.

An arrangement?

You are not my business partner.

You have your role,

and we reward you for it.

Just as we do

with your father and the rest.

If you want me

to play in the match tomorrow,

then the money comes to me

before we begin, all of it.

I'll take my fair share and

I'll give the rest back to you.

Otherwise you can find yourself

another player.

Your station in life was set

before you were born,

young Morris.

Now, you've done well for

yourself, I'll Grant you that.

But never think

that putting on a gentleman's

suit makes you a gentleman.

You come to my home

with these outrageous demands.

In your father's time that would

have earned you a lashing.

Be grateful. You prosper

thanks to men like me.

The sheer nerve of the man.

Next he'll expect to be

a member of the club.

Greenkeeper's son

acting as our equal.

God forbid

I should live to see it.

Right, you're certain are you?

- Yes.

- Right, then.

Why don't you just

wait right here?

Yeah.

- Yeah, that would make more sense.

- Right.

Tommy.

Thomas!

Thomas.

- Thomas Morris!

- Tommy.

Tommy, you know

I can't let you in here.

Just pretend

you never saw me, Bertie.

You must leave at once!

Right you are, sir.

Due at the tee any minute now.

Gentlemen, 'tis a grand day

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