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The paperwork's gonna take longer than the fight did.

Yeah, but it always does.

- I'm here for Pryce Cahill. - You his dad?

- No, I'm his coach. Butch Lydecker. - Mm-hmm.

Well, he got into a pretty bad fight.

We'd rather hand him off to his dad.

Well, I'm the closest thing he's got.

Come on. Come on.

Thank you, gents.

- Why are you getting into fights? - Butch, he started it.

- What was I supposed to do? - You walk away.

That's what you're supposed to do.

You walk away.

I know you wanna be a regular kid,

but you don't get to be one.

That's the bad news.

Now the good news is that you have a gift.

You have been blessed with more natural talent

than any golfer I've ever seen.

Now, I've only ever said this to one other student

in the entire 20 years I've been coaching.

Pryce, you could be the best that's ever played this game.

Hey, look at me.

I mean that.

You owe it to yourself to become great.

And that starts by walking away from assholes like that,

and from doing dumb shit.

You hear me?

Who's the other student?

Jack.

Nicklaus?

You serious?

Yeah.

Listen to me.

If you…

You waste what you've been given,

and you will have a hole inside of you forever.

It is not the kind of regret you want nipping at your heels

for the rest of your life.

Trust me.

So, Clark's plan?

Plan is to visit Butch Lydecker, and have him, you know,

work out the kinks and whip me back into shape.

Well, I guess if anybody can bring your game back to life,

it's that guy, right?

You think this is a stupid idea, don't you?

Me winning the US Open.

If you would've told me this three weeks ago,

I would've said you're out of your fucking mind.

But after what you did at the Dove, I guess anything's possible.

All right. It's… It's a long shot,

but it's not stupid.

Any chance I could talk you into coming with us?

Two old cowboys,

one last sunset ride together, Lonesome Dove style.

No can do, partner.

I've got to cut my own trail.

I sold the house.

What? This house?

No, the Hearst Castle. Yeah, this house.

Back pocket deal Amber-Linn set up. All cash, no escrow.

Family from Arizona's moving in.

That's huge.

I know. I got to get all this stuff into storage and, um,

- be out by the end of the week. - Does Elena know?

I haven't told her yet.

- I'm going to surprise her. - Yes.

Hey, hey, Clark, what are you doing?

What do you mean?

I-I mean, you're all dressed to go to the pool and there's no pool here.

This is prime UV time, man.

Twenty minutes sun kiss, every day

kick-starts vitamin D, boosts mood, improves hormone levels.

What do you got under the towel there?

- Just my throttle and caboose. - Uh-huh.

You're not getting naked in my backyard, Clark.

You got to get it in all the nooks and crannies, Mittsy. That's how you know

- you're soaking up the good stuff. - Hey, absolutely not.

Do not take out your nooks and crannies in my backyard.

I'm serious, Clark.

Clark! Clark.

I gotta start working out.

All right.

There he is! Showtime Wheeler!

How you doing? Peter Crane.

- Nice to meet you. - Hi. Peter Crane. How are you?

- This is Zero. - Of course, yeah,

I've seen you on the bag. Peter. Hey.

And, uh, my mom, Elena, she's my manager.

We… We got a mom-ager.

I love that. Welcome.

Welcome to Stratus.

Whoo!

You look good in green.

Am I right? Does he look good in green or what?

- Yes. Yes. - Come on.

We assembled a little dream team for you here, Santi.

Let's do a quick around the horn, put some names to some faces.

Your first team, myself,

- Shonda Mills right here. - Hey, Santi.

Of course, you know Jeremy.

We all know Jeremy, don't we?

Your profile team, we got Cassandra, we got Val, Poppy.

They're going to be taking care of your interviews, your shoots,

your socials, all the media ops.

Actually, uh, Zero handles all my socials already.

Oh, no, baby, it's okay. It's… Really, I'm good.

- You s… sure? - Yeah, absolutely.

I mean, you guys are pros. I am not.

- So… - Great.

We got Mike and his guys.

They are client services.

They're gonna make sure you are set up here in LA.

We've got a couple of houses for you in Santa Monica.

A couple of Teslas, so you can sit in traffic in style.

That's how we roll.

All you got to focus on is being a fucking rock star.

I said that out loud, didn't I?

I'm sorry, Mom. I get excited.

- Forgive me. - Oh, you're good.

If cursing were a sport, I'd have endorsements.

look out, Cassandra. We got a copywriter.

Listen, everyone at Stratus is ready.

Scratch that.

The world is ready to see you make your professional debut

this week at the Charles Schwab Classic.

Calls are already coming in, aren't they, Shonda?

Mastercard, Under Armour, Monster Energy are all interested.

We've got some real nibbles.

- What's a nibble? - Uh, early stage sponsor deal.

They give us a little cash, Santi wears their logo while he's on the course.

When he plays well, the nibbles grow.

- Exactly. - Oh.

And nibbles become bites,

and bites become meals.

And next thing you know, we're at an all you can eat fucking lobster buffet.

I mean, come on.

And it all starts tonight.

Stratus is throwing a little shindig, aren't we, at Bar Centrale?

Gonna have clients. We're gonna have partners.

We're gonna have sponsors.

And they are all excited to meet you.

Let's fucking go.

Peter cursed first.

I'm a bad influence. What can I say, Mom?

Welcome home, Santiago.

But you guys must have met, right?

- You know William? - Actually, yeah.

- Hi, nice to… Nice to meet you. - Yeah.

He's that guy. I do.

Then have you met her?

- She's an ice skater. She's amazing. - No. Hello.

- Hi. Nice to meet you. - The best.

Okay, dude, I'm taking you to Kevin Aylesworth, deals with Monster.

It's one of our nibbles.

Dude fancies himself a golfer. Loves to talk a big game.

Just smile and nod.

That is Bobby Croft, head of marketing and strategy at Nike.

- Are we meeting him? - Not tonight.

Bobby is a bite. A big bite, a fucking double Whopper with cheese.

We're still munching fries, but we'll get there.

Kevin, my man, you know this guy.

There he is, Showtime Wheeler.

How are you, kid? Kevin Aylesworth. I'm an ad rep for Monster Energy.

Ah, it's so good to meet you, man. I love your game.

Yeah, I'm a golfer myself.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh?

Yeah, yeah, big time, big time.

- Y-You got the Schwab this week, right? - Uh-huh.

- Have you ever played that course? - No. No, not, not yet.

Oh, it's… it's no joke.

Yeah, I played it last June.

I can tell you everything you need to know.

- Yeah. - That'd be great.

- Give me the secrets. - Oh.

You're gonna wanna watch out for hole five. It's a beast.

You're Santi Wheeler's better half, right?

- Zero? - Yeah. Yeah.

Hi, I'm Dominique.

- Nice to meet you. - Oh, Greg Beck is my husband.

He's the tall one over there with the pullover and golf tan.

You just described like 95%

- of the people in this place. - That's… Yeah.

I like your shirt. Who makes it?

Oh, uh, actually I do.

Um, it's kind of like a side hustle. Eco-friendly golf garb.

I'm a designer. It's sort of my thing.

- Get out of here. - Yeah.

I love that. That's so cool.

You know, my friend Bethany, she actually has a boutique on Melrose.

Maybe she could showcase some pieces.

- Come on, have a drink with us. - Oh, uh, I'm…

I think I'm… I'm good. Thank you.

You know…

…I know we look like a bunch of tight-ass WAGS,

- but we're actually a shitload of fun. - I-I bet you are. I just…

I think we're probably going to leave soon.

So, um…

But thank you.

- Okay. Next time. - Sure.

So, Tom just signed Trey Wallace. He's the point guard for the Jazz.

- Ooh, congratulations. - Ah, thanks.

Elena, do you mind if we talk business for a minute,

just chop it up a little bit?

Oh, no. Please, please. Chop it up.

Chop, chop. Chop away.

So where are we with the signing bonus?

- Yeah. - What have you heard?

Well, the signing bonus is great,

but it's the royalties that are a joke.

I'm trying to get it up to four percent.

And they're all, "Rookie season.

Who knows the kid's gonna perform?" Yada, yada, yada.

Well, who cares about the bonus?

- Oh, I'm sorry. I was just… - No. No, please, Elena.

What are you thinking?

Well, I mean, you-you believe in Trey. Right?

Like you think he's gonna do well?

Absolutely. Kid's a star.

Then drop the bonus. Push the royalty up to 5%.

There's no exposure for them until he performs,

and they feel like they're getting a deal. You both win.

Mom-ager.

Careful, Tom. If she becomes an agent, you're toast.

Well done.

Hey.

You look cozy. Did you shower?

A bath.

- Oh. - Yeah.

They have these little bath crystals that pop

and it feels like you're floating in a giant glass of champagne.

Oh, wow, that's exciting.

- How was the party? - Ah, it was amazing.

I was with Peter, the head of Stratus.

He introduced me to everyone. And we…

You know, he was so nice. And we chopped it up.

You chopped it up. What does that mean?

Talked business. That's what they say.

- Yeah. - Okay.

Yeah, they like my ideas.

It was incredible, Mittsy.

- Well, good for you. - Yeah.

- How was your day? - Well, I… You know,

besides keeping Clark from tanning his asshole in my backyard,

everything was okay.

- What? - Yeah, I don't know.

- I guess it's a thing. I don't know. - Really?

Hey, I've got news.

You got news? What news?

I sold the house.

- What house? - My house.

All cash, no escrow.

I got more than I would have asked.

W-Wait, wait. You sold it already?

Yeah, papers are signed. Everything's going into storage.

I got to be out by next week.

Amber-Linn has lined up places for us to look at.

This is it. Next level, baby.

It's exciting, right?

- Uh… - I thought maybe a "Whoo-hoo!"

Or "Hey, that's great!" Or I don't know, a smile…

Yeah, no, no, no, yeah.

It's just like…

Um, like,

I-I didn't know you were putting the house on the market so soon.

It's what we talked about.

Yeah, but it's…

it's so fast.

- Um. - So, what's going on?

No, no, no. Nothing's going on.

It's just, um…

I mean, I have to stay out here for a while.

In LA?

Yeah, yes.

Santi's team is here.

- And… - And what? And what?

And I'm part of it, uh-huh.

And the Schwab's coming up.

Myrtle Beach is after that. Then there's the heritage.

There's just, like, a lot to do.

- I just sold my house. - Well…

I didn't tell you to sell your house.

You said we're taking it to the next level.

No, yeah. I said next level.

Not sell your house this afternoon,

no escrow, all cash, and move out in 15 minutes.

Jesus Christ. I mean,

were you gonna tell me you were staying in LA?

Well, yes. Of course I was gonna tell you.

Yes. But it's… it's just…

I mean, everything's been moving so fast.

Well… well…

well, what does this mean?

What do you mean,

- "What does this mean?" - I mean, what does this mean?

I mean, when are you coming back?

I-I don't know.

You don't know?

- Mitts. - What? I-I'm just…

I'm-I'm trying to get the math right on this thing.

I mean, I thought we were, I don't know, moving in the same direction.

No, we were.

- We are. - Well, it doesn't… doesn't sound like it.

No, except… Whoa.

- But don't-don't force it. - I'm not forcing it.

- It looks like you're forcing it. - No. I'm trying to push it in.

- Yeah, but don't… No, don't push it. - No, but you gotta push it to get it in.

- Just let me do it. - No, no. Hey, relax.

Believe it or not, I've put golf clubs in the back seat of a car.

Okay, that may be true but it doesn't look like it.

- Don't… No, your wedges are… - See?

Dude, don't scratch the upholstery.

- I'm not scratching it. - Your wedges are hitting the seat.

- They're wedges, not knives. - They're Alcantara suede. Just stop.

- Stop. Just stop. - Okay. Damn it.

- It doesn't fit. - What kind of golfer

gets a car that you can't fit clubs into?

We'll take the 'Vette. Let's go.

There's no way I'm riding a canary yellow '87 Corvette, Pryce.

It's a 2002.

Well, not to sound like a dick, but I'm famous.

I can't be seen in a 2002 Corvette.

Besides, we'll never make it out of the county in that shit box.

You got a better idea?

Let's take the RV.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

What about the house, and Elena and taking it to the next level?

It's not happening. She's staying in LA.

What? Why? Are you guys breaking up?

We're taking a beat.

- What does that mean? - I have no fucking idea.

But I do know I'm homeless.

So I might as well take the ride with you two bozos.

Besides, who else is gonna carry your bag?

I mean, am I allowed to say I'm thrilled?

- I mean let's ride. - All right.

What year is that?

Oh, shut up, Clark.

All right, sickos. We are here live in the studio.

Okay, here it is.

The Charles Schwab Classic. Copper Ridge. Prescott, Arizona.

All the big boys are out to play here today,

as well as some new faces.

And fresh off his third place at the Founders in Los Angeles,

Santiago Wheeler is making his professional debut here today.

It's always exciting to see someone make the leap to the big tour.

But, you know, when you're out there for the first time,

you're battling nerves just as much as anything else.

Do I look hot?

Yeah, insanely hot. You're an LA ten.

- No, pero hot-hot. - Oh.

- Like, sweaty. No? - Mm-mmm. No, no.

The lady in the store said the suit would breathe,

but I feel like I'm in scuba gear.

No, you don't look hot though.

- You look amazing. - Yeah?

Yeah, you're a badass.

- Yeah. - What? Hey, whoa. What's going on?

Eh? No, no.

I miss Mittsy. He's usually the one who gives me the pep talks.

- Ah. - So…

- Ah. - Hey. Uh…

I'll be him.

Knock it off.

You're the most gorgeous woman in the world.

You're gonna be fine.

Let's go.

- Let's go. - Come.

Now on the tee. Making his professional debut,

playing out of Los Angeles, California,

Santiago Wheeler.

Yes, let's go!

Whoo!

- Oh! - Oh.

Not bad.

- Yes! Yes. - All right. There it is.

Whoo!

I can't believe we're heading back to Lydecker's farm.

It's been 25 years since I've been there. When's the last time you were there?

It's been a long time.

- Mitts? - Never been.

- Oh, you are in for a treat. - Yes, he is.

It is the mecca of golf.

Anybody who's been anybody went through the farm at some point in their careers.

Butch is a genius.

Hey, uh, Speed Racer. You want to watch the road?

There's a $180,000-car back there.

Hey. If you don't like the way I'm driving,

you're welcome to drive your own vehicle.

I don't even know why we're towing that thing.

Because it gives us a chance to be together.

- Come on, we're on a hero's journey. - That's right. Thank you.

This is the stuff of legend.

And Butch is okay with all these heroes just landing on his doorstep?

Of course. He was like a father to you.

- Why wouldn't he be? - I don't know.

We haven't spoken in a while.

What'd you do?

Why do you assume I did anything?

Maybe he did something.

Well, that's usually not the way it goes with you,

- is it? - Okay. Hey, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

- Butch is Butch. - Butch is Butch.

- He's gonna be thrilled to see us. - He'll be happy.

Goddamn it!

You did that on purpose.

Why would I hit a pothole on purpose?

The angle of visibility is a little tricky in an RV.

They just come up so fast, Clark.

There's gonna be potholes on every hero's journey.

Right?

It sure doesn't look like a mecca to me.

What happened to this place?

Where is everybody?

Looks like something from The Walking Dead.

I feel like a zombie is gonna pop out of that barn over there.

Yeah.

Hey, Butch?

Hey, Butch! Open up, it's us.

Hey, what are you doing? You can't just walk into somebody's house.

It's Butch. We're like family.

Honey, I'm home--

- Whoa! What the… - Don't come any closer!

- No! No! - Holy shit. Hey, hold on.

I'll zap your asses too.

Ah, it's great to see you.

Nice to see you, fellas.

Butch, this is Mitts Dandry, my longtime friend and caddie.

- Okay. Good to meet you. - It's an honor to meet you, Butch.

Oh, well, that's nice. Thank you.

How have you been?

Oh, I can't complain, really. This weather's been for shit.

Looks like we got another big soaker coming in.

- Good for ducks, I guess. - Yeah.

My teeth are making a buzzing noise. I can hear my teeth.

You lucky I didn't have time to grab the shotgun.

I mean, how long has it been?

It's… …It's been a long time.

- Has it? - Oh, uh, 20, 25 years.

- It's been that long? - I…

I think it's actually been longer.

Oh.

Who are you again?

It's me. Pryce.

Pryce Cahill.

Oh, okay.

Do… Do you remember me?

The girl said we were having lunch, right?

Uh…

I don't want a goddamn salad again.

If I wanted lawn clippings, I'd mow the…

Mow the yard.

He doesn't recognize people most of the time.

W-What's going on with him?

Do I look like Doc McStuffins to you?

My job is to make sure Mr. Butch has his food, medication,

and that he doesn't wander off.

Any questions you have, you can ask his daughter.

- She just pulled up. - Amanda?

Pryce Cahill.

The prodigal son returns.

My head is vibrating.

Are my eyes bulging?

They feel bulgy.

Here, drink this. It'll help.

Come on, Clark, this can't be the first time you've been tased.

So you're Mitts, huh?

I'm sure we crossed paths, but I don't think we ever actually met.

My dad always said that you were the best eyes of any looper on tour.

Why you hitched your wagon to that train wreck always baffled him.

It often baffles me.

Hey, say what you want. Nobody ever changed the channel.

I was exciting.

Exciting like fireworks over a propane tank.

Hey, Dad. Dad, I made you a sandwich.

Okay, thanks, but I don't want a salad.

Yeah, no. No salads.

Good. I fucking hate salads.

I know, Dad. I hate 'em too.

- You know what? Fuck those salads. - Yeah.

So, does he have Alzheimer's or something?

Yeah.

And also paradoxical lucidity.

So, yeah. Most of the time he's confused

and doesn't really remember things or people,

but-but there are moments when he's just totally back.

I spoke to Kirby Shaw

who said he was down here working with him a couple of years ago.

Yeah, it was right after that, I think, that he started slipping.

And then, um… …pretty downhill after that.

So…

Yeah, he did have to stop coaching, which was hard.

- Pryce, you can still talk to him. - I know.

I do all the time. He likes it.

I mean, I don't know what to say.

Come on. You could talk the skin off a snake.

You can handle one old man in a BarcaLounger.

Well… what are you guys doing down here anyway?

Do not tell me that you were just driving through Potosi, Missouri

and, uh, dropped in to say hi.

Well, Pryce is gonna make a run at the US Open.

And these guys were hoping your dad could dial him in.

Well, Dad's not really dialing anybody…

Wait, what? What? You're…

- You want to play again? - Yes.

- In the US Open? - Mm-hmm.

Silver Pines?

- This year? - He's gonna win it.

He's gonna w…

That's awesome.

Oh. Oh, wow, you're serious?

I'm sorry.

Uh, sorry. It just…

I mean, that's-that's a bit of a Hail Mary, don't you think?

He set the course record at Highland Crest. Shot a 61.

- Sixty-one. - I know. We watched it.

It proves he's still got it.

Sure, or it proves he's still got a horseshoe up his ass.

Hmm. Both can be true.

You know what? You're right.

- I apologize. That was rude. - It was.

I suppose anything is possible.

And I sincerely wish you the best of luck.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Um, since you guys drove all the way down here,

um, you're welcome to join me for dinner with Dad.

I'm making ribs. He'd love the company.

Just think about it.

Does anyone else smell pennies?

That 8-iron on 16.

All right, I'll admit I doubted it.

I even… I looked at Peter.

I said, "There is no way that he flies that on from a buck ninety."

He did, he did. No, but what did I say?

I said Showtime was gonna stick it.

And what did he do?

- He stuck it! - He stuck it. Yeah, he stuck it.

I-I couldn't believe it.

Ye of little faith, Kev.

You got to have faith, man. Come on.

Looking at the time doesn't make it go any faster.

Come on, you're having a drink with us.

Uh-uh, I am not taking no for an answer.

Wait. Hold up, hold up.

You sold pictures of your feet?

Okay, how many?

Well, enough to raise $700,000.

- What? - Her feet aren't even that nice.

- Oh. - I mean…

- Swerving out there, I'm like… - I know.

- …"What is he doing?" - I know. I… Yeah. That's not good.

See that? This guy's…

He was working there. He was a dancer.

- Hear, hear. - Thank you.

So admit it, you thought we were all just a bunch of stuffy WAGs, huh?

I mean, you know, I thought you guys would be without a doubt,

a bunch of, like, shallow,

self-absorbed, Botox-y, Ozempic-shooting housewives.

- Oh, wow. - No.

What?

We're not not those things.

You get used to it. I've been in that club

- before I could talk, you know. - It's fucking true.

Have you seen anything like this?

- Yeah. - I knew when I was at ReadySafe.

- Didn't I call you that morning, Pete? - Yeah.

I called Pete that morning and I said,

"I think we found our next fucking Tiger," and I'm not kidding.

Could you imagine? A year ago this kid was bagging groceries.

Hi.

At the Charles Schwab Classic today, Tommy Fleetwood finished 4 under par,

just two shots behind tournament leader, Scottie Scheffler.

And newcomer Santiago Wheeler, in his professional debut,

finished 2 under for the day…

- That's your kid, right? - Yeah.

Wh… What happened between you two?

Um, nothing. He just…

Difference of opinion. He wanted to go pro and…

Oh.

He thought he knew better than his coach, so he pulled away.

I mean, it sounds familiar.

Okay, I spoke to Danny Wade down at Jupiter.

He's available. And he can start working with Pryce in a few days.

- Oh. Danny's a solid coach. - A few days?

I mean, it certainly couldn't hurt.

- Hey, is this you and Jack Nicklaus? - Yeah.

- Aw. - That's, uh… When…

That's, um, '86. Yeah, we spent the whole summer in Sarasota.

- Dad used to take me everywhere with him. - Your dad's a legend.

Yes, he is. You hear that, Dad?

Yeah.

Hell of a coach.

Not a good estate planner.

Yeah, he didn't save a dime from any of this.

Insurance ran out. That's why I moved back here to take care of him.

Getting old sucks, fellas. Avoid it if you can.

- What the hell is this? - What do you mean "what is that"?

- Ooh. - Obviously,

it is "The Chalice of Dominance."

- Oh. Okay. - That is the pinnacle

of competitive sports.

Let me see that.

What was the name of the place that we would do it?

- The Neon Rodeo. - Yes, that's it.

This was a classic arcade.

Every Sunday we'd go play the trifecta.

- We'd play, uh, Skee-Ball… - Air hockey.

- And Whac-A-Mole. - And then best--

Best two-out-of-three. Loser had to say,

- "You are the King of the Trifecta." - "You are the Queen of the Trifecta."

Of course I never had to 'cause I always won.

- Because I let you win. - Come on.

- Don't start with that shit again. - It's true.

She was cute. So, naturally I pulled my punches.

I was very cute. But you did not pull your punches.

You're so full of shit. You are as delusional now as you were then.

What does that mean?

Pryce, sorry, but winning the US Open at 55 years old?

Mickelson won the PGA Championship at 50.

He hadn't been in cold storage for 15 years like Pryce.

Cold storage? Like…

One minute I'm-I'm back in the Neon Rodeo.

- Now I'm just getting hammered. - I'm just saying.

Look. Okay, yeah.

I know you're just saying,

and I'm just saying I know we have work to do.

Work to do, Pryce?

Even if you get through the 36 hole qualifier,

Silver Pines, it's the longest course in the country.

If you were Rory, it would be a test. But you're not Rory.

Come on, you're old.

You're out of practice, and you are splashy.

- I'm not splashy. - Um…

- What's splashy? - Means your dissociation's gone.

Exactly, Dad.

Your ground forces are weak, and you just…

you keep chasing speed instead of stability.

I saw it at the Dove.

You're also dropping too far under in transition.

- And what does that mean? - Yeah, I'm probably a little splashy.

A little?

All right, come on. Show me one. Half-speed.

- Half-speed. - Yep, let's see it.

You're not rotating through impact.

- You can feel that, right? - I mean, a little bit, but…

Yeah. You're just throwing your arms down at it like a lumberjack.

Looks like you're swatting skaters instead of hitting a golf ball.

Okay, well now you're double-teaming me.

Look, I'm just saying you're the most intuitive golfer I've ever met.

So you know that kind of swing is not gonna hold up under pressure.

Not for a 36 hole qualifier.

Certainly not for four rounds at the US Open.

He can tighten that up. You know how great he is.

- He's Pryce fucking Cahill. - Yes, fine, you're right.

You are.

You're great, Pryce. There is no denying that.

The problem is just that I don't think anything's changed

since you walked through that door at 16 years old, 120 pounds soaking wet.

You could always dial in the mechanics. You could get in shape.

You could put in the time.

But you would still have your finger hovering over that self-destruct button.

Why? Nobody knows.

It's one of the great mysteries of the universe.

But until you figure that out,

I just think that winning the Open is a pipe dream.

Sorry to rain on your parade, guys but that's the truth.

You guys have to excuse me. It's bedtime for Butchy.

But you're welcome to stay here tonight.

Pryce knows where the rooms are.

Say good night, Dad.

- Good night. - Good night, sir.

That's our swing coach.