Tommy's Honour Page #6

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You have no business

keeping it from me.

I didn't want to

burden you with it.

Dad, I'm not a child anymore.

Can you not see that?

I'm a married man now.

You can't just keep

making decisions for me.

I don't need you

to do that anymore.

We had to finish the match.

No, we didn't.

No we didn't, dad. No.

There is no shame to forfeit

if you can't play on.

Did you not tell me that?

Is that not one of

the many golden rules

that you drummed into me

since I was a boy?

- We were winning.

- Nah.

No you were having a good game, dad, and

you don't have many of them anymore.

Golf is your god, dad,

it's not mine.

I shall need towels

and ice water.

You'll need to keep

her temperature down.

Shh.

- He'll be here soon, lass.

- Where is he?

I've never known

Tommy Morris to be late.

He's coming soon.

We sent him a telegram.

He'll be on the next train.

Can you get Tommy for me?

Please, get Tommy.

That's a good lass.

Is he here?

Ladies, you must leave the room.

Now.

Lizzie, we must do as he asks.

Tommy?

Tommy!

Tommy!

Margaret?

Margaret?!

It was a boy, Tommy.

Your Margaret

put up a Valiant effort.

God rest her soul,

and the child's.

Margaret.

Margaret.

Margaret. Margaret. Margaret.

Margaret.

No, Margaret.

Come on!

Lie!

Lie down!

Lie down!

You out for a walk?

Just what you need

to build up your strength.

So they say.

Have you heard the noise

the Englishman's making?

Aye.

Old Molesworth's at it again.

He's putting his son up against

all the best professionals.

He makes sure he gets

plenty of strokes going in.

Willie park

spotted him four shots

and then Willie lost.

Molesworth's handicapping that

boy like a pony in a race.

Now he's issued

an official challenge.

It's in all the newspapers.

They've got the crackpot idea

the laddie can beat you, Tommy.

If young Arthur here

was to play the illustrious Tommy

Morris on his home links, no less,

well... in all fairness...

Four strokes...

Not be sufficient.

Now, major, as I'm sure

you can understand,

there are other

elements to consider.

Circumstances that can

affect a man's abilities.

Arthur here took

four strokes off Willie park.

Look what happened to him.

Ah, yes, but...

Let's not

forget we're discussing

a plucky amateur in competition

with

a four-time open champion.

A spectacle.

It will be a match

to remember for years to come.

Will you play, Tommy?

We'd all go out to see you win.

Thank you

for your thoughts, miss.

- Sir.

- That'll be all.

Women.

- I'll play.

- Ha! A toast.

Tommy! Come on,

you're late, man. Come on.

Tommy!

Tommy, wake up, lad.

Can't see him.

- Davie.

- What?

Tommy, come on.

Tommy, come on, lad.

Up you get.

Come on. Help get him up.

Come on.

Up you get, Tommy.

Come on.

Come on, lad.

- Up you go.

- Tommy.

Come on.

Eh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

Tommy!

Tommy, Tommy.

There you go.

Tommy, there you are, boy.

Where's my clubs?

All right.

- Get that down you.

- No, I'm fine, Davie.

- Yeah, go on.

- No, I'm fine.

- Are you all right, Tommy?

- Aye.

Yeah?

Good morning.

This is the last day

of our contest.

Mr. Arthur Molesworth

leads by one hole

with these 18 left to play.

Mr. Molesworth has the honor.

Play away.

He swings like a Lassie.

I tried talking to that

fancy britches Caddie of his.

Looked at me like

I was a red Indian.

What's he carrying ten clubs for?

No man needs more than seven.

Davie, how's our boy fairing?

We're one up.

Oh, one up.

Here.

Course is unplayable.

Match is suspended

until conditions improve.

You're in my way.

Look, Tommy,

maybe your dad's right.

Let's just go inside

and sit by the fire, eh?

Wouldn't be like you

to stop a match now, would it?

Take heed, all.

If a player retires from the

course,

he forfeits the match.

I'm the keeper of these links.

And I say the weather wins.

Play is suspended.

The wager stands.

Molesworth one up.

Here, son.

Son.

This will warm your hands.

Thank you.

Oh, no, no.

Not now, not now.

Tommy.

Tommy.

Tommy.

It's all right, Tommy.

Come on, Tommy.

Not too late

for a side bet, Charles.

Oh, you're the bold man now,

are you?

- Now the ride has turned.

- Oh, come on, be a sport.

There's nothing better than

all-square on the last hole.

Winning is better.

I would suggest, uh...

Stymie him.

Come on.

Coward.

Did you see the look

on the English goose, Tommy?

You plucked him good.

Aye, that last shot

could be your best one ever.

By the best golfer ever.

Tommy, major Molesworth's

come to see you.

I must apologize for the hour.

I've brought a gift

for the champion.

Thank you.

Was...

A match for the ages.

A brave victory.

For your next winter battle.

I'll show you out, sir.

- Don't touch it. It's Tommy's.

- I'm not hurting it.

It's late.

You two, bed.

You surprised us

with your final shot today, son.

A rut iron on the putting green.

You'll have every golfer

in Scotland trying it,

destroying my Greens.

Maybe we'll...

Make a new iron club.

A for the green.

With a flat bottom so you...

Lift the ball

without tearing the turf.

Dad.

I'm here, son.

I forgive you, dad.

They say

he died of a broken heart.

I leave that kind of talk to those

with a fanciful turn of mind.

Poets. Fortune tellers.

Your like.

I'm the last one, Mr. Atwood.

You see how strong he is?

Could hit the ball

further than anybody.

No mean feat given the cudgels

we made back then.

It's a handsome memorial.

And an honor to you as well.

Hmm...

The truth is he

was better than I.

He was better than all of us.

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