Tommy's Honour Page #4

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for golf, is it not?

This is too much!

The clubhouse is for members,

Tommy, as you well know!

Well, I'll not be long, captain.

You will leave now.

Give you a good show, gents.

Davie Strath plays a

stymie like an old woman.

Golf champion Tommy Morris.

He'd have blocked my ball, too,

if he could.

No, you're all right, Tommy,

you can pick that up.

- Such a gentleman.

- I know.

I'm sorry,

you want me to take this?

Of course.

The hole is halved.

Davie Strath is two up.

Say your prayers, young Tommy.

My man's lying two.

He's got you beat.

I wish that fool

would shut his yap.

If all the fools fell silent,

this would be a very quiet town.

Brilliant!

And that's the gentleman's

fair share.

Fine thank you

from Davie and I, gents.

He bested me today, but I think

we gave you a good show.

You're a hero,

Tommy Morris, to this town.

But a gentleman...

You'll never be.

Aye, well, times change,

captain.

Times change.

Which one, which one, which one?

- That one, please.

- Okay.

Tommy Morris?

Congratulations. I saw you play.

You were spectacular out there.

Thanks very much.

Thank you, thank you.

- Did you come up last week?

- Yeah...

I just wanted to say good luck.

Well, thank you very much.

Thanks.

You shouldn't be wasting

your winnings on fancy dresses.

What should I waste it on, then?

Cake.

Good idea.

- Oh, sorry.

- Sorry.

Milady.

Old Mrs. Fraser

wouldn't recognize me now.

Oh, the lady that you worked

for.

Aye, lace-making.

She slapped me once

for wearing a ribbon in my hair.

If she saw you now,

she'd kill you outright.

Why are you doing

all this for me, Tommy?

What do you mean?

Because I want to.

Because we're having fun,

aren't we?

That can lead to trouble

for a woman.

You're not like

any woman I've ever met.

You're only 22.

I'm 23.

Ah, well.

What do you think

of love, Margaret?

Uh, I...

Don't put much store by it.

We're here.

Address the ball, Tommy.

Hold still, please.

So will you be talking to Willie

park for your article, Mr. Atwood?

In fact I'm not.

Not Willie, not Tom Kidd,

nor the other leading

professionals.

No one in London cares a whit for

any golfer not named Thomas Morris.

As well they shouldn't.

And is it the old ancient history

of golf that they're after?

Which case you should

probably speak to my father.

And my story's about

the founding father

and son of the modern game.

That makes a grander tale than

either father and son alone.

Let me ask you, Tom.

Do you believe your son

inherited his talents from you,

or did you teach him

all he knows of golf?

I've taught him

everything he knows.

- But not everything that I

know.

Hold still.

It's a mother's right

to know these things.

Surely you understand.

Tommy, you can't beat him.

He shoots it a mile.

Be still, Jamie.

I'll have him beat yet.

It's not always about length.

Sometimes it's accuracy.

Here, I'll double our side bet.

Gambling with a wild man.

Aye, double it.

Mum. Dad.

Tommy gave me his winnings.

It's no great honor

beating Robin hood, Jamie.

Here, dad.

A golf quiver.

Jamie, leave us.

Go see what your sister's

wanting.

And most of that money will go

into the collection on Sunday.

On your way.

Aye, father.

Of course we'd make ours bigger

for more clubs, like, but...

Caddies would love you for it,

dad.

What do you think?

Your mother's been

to Whitburn, Tommy.

What's this about?

That woman you're squiring

for the whole town to see.

Do you know the first thing

about her Tommy?

- Besides what you're wanting from her?

- Nancy.

A Fornacatrix!

This drinnen woman

parading around!

Named and shamed

in her own church!

I don't listen

to church gossip, mum.

'Tis not gossip.

Your Margaret drinnen,

the scullery maid

you've pinned your heart to...

Her minister showed me the

ledger.

She had a bastard child

five years ago.

All Whitburn knows what she is!

You'll not see that woman again.

- Meg?

- Tommy?

Tommy.

I don't care.

Are you scared, Tommy?

I'd be scared.

Not a whit, Jackie boy.

Not a whit. Come on.

They're a family of princes.

Without the king and queen, I

see.

"Give ear to my words,

O lord, consider my meditation.

Harken unto the voice of my cry

for unto thee I will pray.

My voice shalt thou hear

in the morning.

O lord, in the morning will I

direct my prayer unto thee,

and will look up."

For luck.

Oh, you're all the luck I need.

Dearly beloved,

we're gathered here

in the sight of god

to join this man and woman

in holy matrimony.

Marriage is ordained for the

procreation of children...

To be brought up in the fear

and nurture of the lord.

Will thou have this woman

as thy wife?

Will thy love,

honor and keep her

in sickness and in health

forsaking all others,

so long as you both shall live?

I will.

And, Margaret,

wilt thou have this man

as thy husband?

Will thy love, honor,

and keep him

in sickness and in health

forsaking all others

so long as you both shall live?

I will.

I now pronounce you

husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Tommy!

The last train

leaves Carnoustie at seven.

- Lizzie will be here to look in

on you.

I'm lucky to see her an hour a day

now that she has her new friend.

And that woman.

She's our daughter-in-law.

Tommy loves her, Nancy.

So must we.

I'll not sell my home

to a mere golf player.

I understand, Mr. Urquhart.

But, you know,

he's not a "mere golf player."

His name is known

from London to Calcutta.

Aye.

'Tis the name of the head of

the caddies at the golf course.

'Tis the name of a golf shop.

- You are speaking of his father.

- One and the same.

I understand.

Have you not heard me, man?

This may be worthy of your

attention.

We'll put a putting green

on the rise over there.

It's good to keep the golfer

looking toward heaven.

A bunker here

for the over-ambitious.

Wise men like yourselves will

make a prudent shot to here,

then it's one,

two shots to the hole.

- You got that, son?

- Aye.

Okay.

And does young Tommy Morris

design golf courses?

Tommy's no interest

in designing courses, sir.

He's only interested

in conquering them.

Gentlemen and ladies

on such a convivial afternoon.

Mr. Reginald white will represent

Blackheath in this contest.

And representing St. Andrews,

the champion golfer of Scotland,

Tom Morris, junior.

I never saw so many bonny

Lasses.

How long can we stay in London?

Oh, not long. I'll have

this boy beat in no time.

All the best, sir, aye.

My lady Margaret.

She knows we're to start at half

eight.

Aye, well, we've got all night.

Hmm?

And then we can have our night.

Don't paw at me, Tommy.

I'll not have my appearance

ruined as well.

Well... here we go.

Hello.

Come in, come in, come in.

Happy Hogmanay.

Go straight through,

go straight through.

- Happy Hogmanay, Tommy.

- You, too. I know.

All right, boys.

Happy Hogmanay.

Go on.

- Straight through.

- Happy Hogmanay.

Good to see you.

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