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Hey, buddy, period.

Just checking in again, period.

Hit me back and let me
know you're okay, period.

Hang loose emoji.

Smiley face emoji.

What's wrong with kibble?

Dry food gives Amorcita
eczema, and Ricky has IBS.

You know, if you died in your
house, they would eat you.

No. They love their mama.

Even if they love their mama,
they'd eat her in a pinch.

Fore!

Oh, what the hell?

Whether it's at home, at work, or
out on the golf course, things...

they don't always go as planned.

But with Ready Safe Insurance's
true form protection plan,

-you'll always be ready...
-Ugh, this guy.

-...to hit the next shot.
-Mmm.

I'll see you at this year's
Ready Safe Invitational,

on August 14th, in
Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Look out!

It's a shame.

-That was a really nice driver.
-Give me a break.

Asshole.

-Clark Ross?
-Colossal asshole.

We were on the tour
together, 2009.

He was Pryce's playing
partner at Sawgrass.

Yeah, it was the
day he flamed out.

Oh. What happened?

Clark won that day,

and he said some terrible
shit in the locker room

and Pryce fed him his teeth
in front of a lot of people.

Lost his tour card after that.

And what did Clark say?

Well, he said the kind of shit
that gets you punched in the mouth.

Well, he's very good looking.

Yeah, that's legit.

You should see him in person.

-It's been three hours.
-Yeah.

You know, he missed dinner,
not answering his texts...

Are you at all curious about
your child's whereabouts?

He sent me a thumbs up emoji.

And that means he cares enough
to let me know he's alive.

-We have a system. It's fine.
-Okay.

Well, the last thing he
said to me was, "Fuck off,"

so whatever system we
have, it's not fine.

We've got Applebrook next
week and he's not ready.

And what's Applebrook?

The first of two qualifiers
for the US Amateur.

Yeah. It's a big deal.

For his game to get to
where it needs to be,

we have to be on the same page.

So, I gotta mend some
fences, or eat a little crow,

I'm happy to do it, but
I mean, where is he?

Can you do an Amber
alert for boys?

You know, Pryce,
he's a teenager.

Sometimes, you just gotta...

give 'em some space.

If you'd ever had a
kid, you'd know that.

Besides, Santi was so good
today. He was fantastic.

No? He won?

Yeah, it's the way he won
that... ...worries me.

I mean, he was lights-out
on the back nine.

But he's clubbing up on every hole,
shooting at the pins, you know.

He played angry, not smart.

Well, maybe if he had a coach
instead of a degenerate gambler

barking on his backswing...

I wasn't barking
on his backswing.

-Oh!
-Hey!

-There he is.
-Hey. Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, look at this.

We were worried about you.

Nice to get that first
win under your belt.

Gracias, mami.

-Oh, this is Zero.
-Oh.

I know, you're the
girl from the bar.

You made me the birdie Bellini.

Uh, yeah. You should have
gotten the bogey Bellini.

-It comes with an extra shot.
-Ah.

Uh, Zero. My pronouns
are she/they.

Ah. Elena. Her/she.

Pryce, he/him.

I could use a bogey
Bellini. My associate.

Yeah, hi. Mitts.

Just a man, a regular man.

Okay. Uh, yeah, we're
gonna hit the pool.

-Okay.
-Now? You g...

-Yeah.
-Uh... Okay.

-Good to see you.
-Nice to see you.

We'll keep that there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait... Wait a second.

I thought we were all
gonna kinda maybe hang out

and celebrate a little bit.

-Reconnect.
-I'm good, Pryce.

You do you.

Santi.

It's gonna be cold.

Not sure those fences
wanna mend, pal.

Hey. Got you a little
fuel to start your day.

Your mom said these
are your favorite.

-Cool.
-Oh, wait.

We got a tee time at 9:00, and maybe
we can talk a little bit before.

Kinda recap yesterday,
the pluses and minuses...

I've got plans with Zero and
a bunch of their friends.

We're going swimming
at some dope quarry.

Quarry?

It's a place where people
mine rocks and shit.

-No, I...
-You ever heard of that?

I know what a quarry is.

Then why'd you say it like that?

I was just repeating the word.

Processing the information.

-Okay. Good talk.
-Wait, wait, wait a second.

You know, I think...

...you and I gotta try
to get on the same page.

And I know it's tricky.

You know, a coach-golfer relationship
can be a little bit like a marriage...

Not your wife.

That's not what I'm saying.

You literally just said
that we're married.

No, no, no. I said
it's like a marriage.

Well, then I want
like a divorce.

Teed you up for that one.

Listen, I'm just saying,

I think we can communicate
better going forward. That's it.

I have plans.

Yes. You're communicating your need
for some downtime, which I respect.

-I hear you.
-Great.

Maybe we reconvene
this afternoon.

We get some swings in then.

Should we say, like,
around two o'clock?

Yeah. I'll agree to anything

if you just let me shut
this big ol' guy right here.

Okay. All right. So,
we're on for two o'clock?

-Yeah, whatever.
-Okay. Whatever.

You're welcome.

Someone brings me a
sandwich to my room,

it's basically breakfast in bed.

I say thank you.

But I'm from a different
generation, I guess.

Just breathe.

Two o'clock.

Why did you buy three
boxes of Lucky Charms?

Oh, yeah. They're for Pryce.

They're his favorite
because he's a child.

-Oh.
-Mmm.

-And why do they call him "Stick"?
-Well, it's a nickname.

No, I know that. But
what does it mean?

Think about the best
player you know, all right?

The kind of golfer that,
when you watch them swing,

it just makes you wanna cry
'cause they're so goddamn good.

Truth is, those
guys aren't shit.

But there's another species of
player, you know, like the...

the +5s, the +6s...

just superhuman.

Those guys are sticks.

And that's where he got it.

He was that good?

Yeah, he was that good.

Hey.

How did it go?

How did what go?

Well, you mended
things with Santi?

He was a no-show.

-Wasted an hour.
-Then where is he?

I don't know. He said he was
going with Zero to a quarry.

Quarry?

You see? Exactly.
That's what I said.

You're processing the
information by repeating it.

Santi acted like that was the
most insane thing he'd ever heard.

No, Pryce. You
need to go get him.

What am I gonna do? I'm not
gonna drag him out of there.

When a teenager makes a commitment,
you need to make them stick to it.

-Yeah.
-I don't...

-What do you think, Mitts?
-Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

You have to keep your word.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, fine. Let's go.

Oh, don't look at
me. I'm not driving.

I've got a couple of large
format pieces of beef to prep.

Oh, so it's important to
honor your commitments

until you're inconvenienced?

And then it's just every man for
himself, 'cause of your hunk of meat?

No. Wh-What do you think?

I think we should all go.

Checkmate.

That's a great thought.

I'm not going.

How you doing? We are looking...

-How many?
-Uh, we don't need any tickets.

-We're just on a quick retrieval mission.
-Three.

Proof of floaty?

What? Sorry, what?

No floaty, no entry.

No, no, but we're not
gonna be swimming.

We just gotta go in
here real quick...

No floaty, no entry.

And no Mittsy.

Fucking floaties.

Jesus.

-No, I'm just gonna get my son.
-Yeah.

So no floaty, no necessary.

-Thank you.
-Well, for an additional fee,

you can purchase your own
personal flotation devices.

Noodles start at $15.

Mm-hmm. Okay, fine.

So, two tickets, two noodles.

We're out of noodles. All
I have left is unicorns.

-Of course. Yeah.
-Those are 40 bucks.

So why would you offer noodles,
if you don't have noodles?

'Cause it's a bait-and-switch.

-It's very confusing.
-Ignore that it's an emergency...

Two unicorns, two
tickets. Hundred bucks.

Price gouging.

So, now you're just gonna
use us now just to gouge us?

Uh-huh, exactly. No...
And you know what?

I wanna talk to the manager about this.
'Cause what you're doing is not right.

Okay... Actually, no,
no. Let's just do...

Here, you know what? One
ticket and the floaty.

Thank you. It's okay.

Not gonna give him
the satisfaction.

-Sorry.
-No, it's fine.

I can smell saliva
on this thing.

It's like he just had a hot dog.

Okay, so, tell me what
you're gonna say to him.

-Come on.
-What is there to say?

Uh, "Come on, Santi, get your
stuff. Let's go. We gotta practice."

Why are you up on my ass, bruh?

You think he's gonna
come at me that strong?

-I'm gonna go.
-Wait, wait, wait.

You can't go. He's with a
whole wolf pack of Gen Zers.

I'm his mother.

Yeah, exactly. What kid wants
to hear, "Hey, your mom's here"?

Look, you said he had to
honor his commitments.

He made the commitment to me.

Okay.

Just remember, they
can smell fear.

The Gen Zers.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, dude!

Nice jump, bro!

I made it to the VIP
section of the rock quarry.

How you doing?

This is where the
cool kids hang out.

I didn't know they
made geriatric Bronies.

Geriatric. Yeah.

I should've asked
for a senior discount

'cause I sure didn't
get one coming in here.

-My name's Pryce. How you doing?
-Brooklyn.

-Brooklyn. That's a cool name.
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, growing up I knew a guy named
Landslide who had a taco stand.

-Who is this guy?
-What are you doing here, man?

Uh, we had a meeting scheduled a couple
hours ago in the lobby, remember?

So, the mountain's
come to Muhammad.

-Come here.
-You wanna talk over here?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Sorry.
-Excuse us.

Pryce, I, like, I...
I lost track of time.

Okay.

It's an easy place to lose track of
time but come on. We gotta focus.

-We got the qualifiers next week.
-Pryce, come on...

You're being really aggressive with
all this grind culture rhetoric, man.

What grind culture?

He's had most of the day off.

I mean, it is Monday,

the start of the work week
for most of the world.

I mean, you gotta
read the room, okay?

Prescribing late-stage
capitalistic ideology

to your great brown
cash cow isn't working.

My who? What?

Look, as my mother would
say, "Get in formation, ho."

-Come on.
-Oh.

Fucking move!

-Shall we?
-We shall.

Ciao!

-Oh, my...
-Oh, my God.

Hey, is there, like, a quick path
down, or a ladder or something?

I don't think so.

Okay.

Can you hold my
phone please? Thanks.

And if I don't make it
back, tell my story.

I don't know who you are.

That's pretty much my story.

Whoa, check out the old dude!

Made it!

Whoo.

Thanks, Brooklyn!

Whoa. Yes.

Pryce didn't text me back.

-I'm going in for real this time.
-Hey, hey, hey.

Just wait a second.

Maybe they're talking it out.

Pryce might be
a good golfer...

-...- he doesn't know...
-...about kids.

All right.

T-There's something you
should probably know.

-Oh, did I offend you, Mitts?
-No, no.

Uh, it's just, you said
something to Pryce last night.

The thing about if
he ever had a kid.

Mm-hmm.

Well, he, you
know, he had a kid.

Had?

Yeah.

Uh, his name was Jett.

And, uh, he died of-of
cancer when he was four.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

I didn't know.

He never talks about it.

I just... You know, I
thought I should tell ya.

Yeah.

Is that why Sawgrass happened?

Golf was the only thing
keeping him together, you know?

And-And, uh, he thought he had
a handle on it, and he didn't.

And does this have something to do
with what Clark Ross said to him?

Yes.

Oh, wow.

You learned all the good words
in that construction site.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, you hit the water
harder than you think there.

Thought we established
a boundary, no?

You're not gonna leave
me alone, are you?

Not after I spent a hundred
bucks on this damn floaty.

Now, that got the
blood flowing.

Um, Santi, I'm gonna
let you two talk.

As long as you feel safe.

As long as he feels safe?

What am I gonna do,
cannonball and splash him?

-It's cool.
-Okay.

I'll be over here
if you need me.

What do you want, Pryce?

I want us to reconnect, okay?

So, we can go over the parts
of your game we need to work on

to get you ready for next week.

Thirteen.

Thirteen what?

That's how many tournaments
I won the last year I played.

Santi, you have a gift, okay?

It's like...

the other guys were using clubs
yesterday and you had a lightsaber.

You've got this weapon,

but you wanna be able to
turn it on when you need it.

Otherwise, you got Darth Vader coming
at you and you're holding a sparkler.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-I'm talking about yesterday

where you couldn't get out of
your own way on the front nine.

Right. And you
flipped out on me.

I didn't flip out on you.

I said you needed to use
your head, which you did.

You said, "Bamm-Bamm, think!"

And, in fact, when you were up
my ass with your "coaching,"

my lightsaber didn't work.

It was the moment that I
stopped listening to you

that I became Luke
fucking Skywalker.

I shouldn't have talked to
you like that. I'm sorry.

I had a coach like you,
Pryce. I know the playbook.

Ride my ass when I don't play your
way, talk shit through my backswing,

and then...

...show up the next day
with some bullshit apology.

But you know what, Pryce?

I'm not a little kid anymore,

and no one's gonna tell
me how to play my game.

Because I got that
win yesterday.

Twenty-two.

The Taylor Swift song?

No. That's how many wins
I got when I was your age.

But here I am,
jumping off cliffs

with a unicorn floaty
tied around my waist.

Because I didn't know
what I didn't know.

I'm curious. What... What
don't I know? Tell me.

Well, you overthink
it around the greens,

and sometimes you're
swinging from your toes,

which is chopping your rotation.

Biggest thing is
you're in your head.

It's like peaks and valleys,

and we need some long, flat
expanses of professionalism.

'Cause the way you play is not
sustainable for 42 weeks a year.

Not when you're playing the
guys you're gonna be playing.

It's not gonna be the
hacks you played yesterday.

You're gonna be playing athletes
who are mentally strong.

It doesn't matter who I play.

I'm gonna win the qualifier,
and the sectional,

and the Amateur, and I'm
not gonna stop winning.

Great. Let's do it.

And I'm gonna do it my way.

And what, you want me just to sit back
and bring you breakfast sandwiches?

Yeah.

And cash the checks.

-Put some sunscreen on.
-You put some sunscreen on.

I've got sunscreen on.

I'm a pretty smart
guy, user-friendly,

and, Mitts, I'm an easy
person to talk to, right?

Exactly. Because I listen.

And most people don't listen.

Look, I'm... I'm not a man who
admits defeat easily, okay?

Amber-Linn asked for a
divorce seven years ago.

I didn't sign those papers
till last Wednesday.

I'm not just waving a white
flag at the first sign...

Let me get a sip of water.

Mitts, how long
will he do this for?

He's like a toddler, he'll
wear himself out eventually.

But I'm running out of
options. I really am.

I-I don't know how to
get through to him.

Elena, g-give me some help. What do
I say to get him to listen to me?

Well, that's the thing with
Santi. He doesn't listen to me.

He doesn't listen to anyone.

Well, then what are
we even doing here?

Good question.

And why did I give you $100,000?

Great question.

Oh, look, a clown car.

Oh, wow.

Later.

Bye, guys.

Nice to meet you. Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Hi, tiny babies.

Hi.

I'm sorry. They have
attachment issues.

It's okay, little ones.

I would be upset too if I was
domesticated into my own enslavement.

Enslavement?

They eat better than I do.

Sit. Come here.

-Come here. Sit here. Julio.
-There goes their bodily autonomy.

Their what?

-I'm kidding.
-Oh.

-Come here, babies.
-Ooh!

-Yes!
-Huh? Right?

You eat red meat?

Of course he does.

-You don't?
-Wait, are you anti-meat?

Well, I'm anti-industrial
agriculture.

I mean, livestock production accounts for,
like, 15% of global greenhouse admissions.

-So...
-Oh, I didn't... I didn't know that.

Yeah. I mean, most of it's, like,
methane, which is to say that the, uh,

burps, farts and shit of innocent
heifers are stealing our future,

so I just don't wanna
be complicit in that.

Yeah. Ew.

Uh, I'm good. I don't...
I don't wanna eat that.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I spent a hundred
bucks on these steaks.

Can't be complicit in
destroying the earth, Mitts.

Oh, okay.

Well, it's good to have
deeply held beliefs, kid.

I could just eat potato
salad and pickles.

Yeah, you do that.

Mmm.

You can eat a bunch of pickles.

I stand corrected.

There is now one
person he listens to.

Yeah.

Hey, you know, I think there
might be an opportunity

for us to help each other out.

You're acting super
creepy right now.

Like, either you're about to show
me your dick or, I don't know,

-seems like you might show me your dick.
-No.

What are you talking about?
I'm not about to show you...

-I have pepper spray on my person.
-Okay. Okay.

Keep your voice down.

God, you really like to keep
people on their heels, don't you?

One minute you're calling
me, like, a capitalist pig,

the next minute I'm a flasher.

You got poor Mitts spinning,

-which I actually like.
-Okay.

Yeah, well, you are a middle-aged
unmarried man with a bad haircut,

talking about helping
each other out.

Okay, maybe there was a better
way I could've worded that.

By the way, what you just said was
kind of bullying. But let's move on.

I want to talk
about Santi, okay?

He thinks he knows everything.

It's impossible to coach
somebody like that.

He doesn't listen to me.

What, you think
he listens to me?

Are you kidding?
Of course he does.

Did you not just
see him out there?

All of a sudden he's
the president of PETA.

And this is, by the way, while
he's still digesting 14 Whoppers

from last week.

Yeah, he listens to you.

Now, I want you to
come on the road

and be amateur golf's
first gender-fluid caddy.

Dude, I have a
whole life here.

I see. You have a very rich life

that you're able to carry
around in a duffle bag.

Yeah, a couple trash bags too.

And you don't have a job.

So, maybe you need us
as much as we need you.

Look, I can make
minimum wage here.

I'll give you $10,000.

And a $100 every time you
caddy. Under the table.

I'm serious.

Pryce, there's one
thing I've learned

in the 27 hours I have
been with you people,

and that is that
you are a brokie.

You don't have $10,000.

Okay. That's... That's true.

I don't have it yet...

...but I'm gonna get it.

And what I'm offering you
is once in a lifetime.

Helping someone
realize excellence.

That's an exciting thing.

Look, I-I like Santi,
okay? We have fun.

And I've been around enough clubs
to understand that he's, like,

really, really good
at golf, but...

No, no. He's not just
good. He's great.

Look. Okay, you see this?

Yeah, it's a very pretty ring.

This is a 1999 Ryder Cup
team ring from Brookline.

Tiger Woods has one of these.

You can sell this online right now for
5K. I'll give it to you as collateral.

You help me get him through the
Amateur and I will get you paid.

And if I don't, keep that.

Help me make him great.

It's a good thing.

All right. I'll do it.

Thank you.

But how are you gonna spin this?

But how am I gonna spin it?

Routine is sick...

That's deep, right?

I'm telling you, I really
think I screwed up my feet

jumping off that cliff.

Feels like it could be
that plantar fasciitis BS.

-What's that?
-Old man foot.

As someone who has
plantar fasciitis,

don't talk about something
you don't understand.

Well, I understand that
my feet really hurt.

Okay, I don't even know if I'm
gonna be able to carry his bag.

If only we knew a seasoned caddy
who could step in and save the day.

Absolutely not.

Mitts, come on.

It'd be good for you to
get out and move around.

It's not happening, brother.

My days on the
bag are behind me.

Well, what are we supposed to do,
get a temp caddy, have Elena do it?

Come on, you've got the wisdom.

Wait, why don't we
just have Zero do it?

Zero can be my caddy.

Wait. What? For,
like, the entire time?

I'm... I'm flattered,
but I don't...

No, come on. I mean, you're
unemployed, we have an opening.

No, Santi. That's
not gonna work.

It's a pretty important job.

Zero's a club rat.
They know their shit.

I don't know. I'm kinda done
with the whole golf scene.

No. Fuck that. Come on.

I mean, we're gonna run
every course we touch.

I don't know. I mean, Zero,
is that even something

that you'd be
interested in doing?

Come on.

Road trip with us.

Be my caddy.

-Okay. Okay. Yeah.
-Yeah?

-Yes! Yes!
-Oh, my God.

Pryce...

Where are you going?

-Let's fucking go!
-Let's go!

-What just happened?
-I don't know.

Are you okay with this?

No, but I mean...
...we need a caddy.

Jesus Christ.

God.

Oh, man. Damn it, Pryce!

What were you thinking
jumping off that cliff?

Hmm.

-That was a hustle, right?
-What are you talking about?

What happened right
there with the kid.

You... you played that, right?

No, I didn't.

I mean, sometimes things
just, you know, work out.

Oh, right.

And, uh, you don't see any
flaws in your little plan?

There is no little plan.

Mmm.

But if there was a little
plan, do you see any flaws?

Yeah.

Many.

Well, if he's happy, I'm happy.

Great. Happy fucking idiots.

Happy fucking idiots.

We're back in business.

Don't be scared.

It's all gonna work out.

Mmm.

Good dog.