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[engines rumbling]

[gunfire]

[explosion in distance]

Watch out!

[gunfire]

["What's It All About" playing]

[person] Joe, come on!

Joe, let's go. We're gonna be late.

He ain't home.

-How do you know? -'Cause I saw him leave.

Why are you wearing that? It's, like, a hundred degrees.

What do you mean? It looks cool.

You do not look cool. Mario, come on!

-Will you quit following me? -Joe said I could come.

[sighs] Hijo de la…

-That shirt's real wet, man. -Yeah, thanks.

-What's he doing here? -Joe said I could come.

-Your nipples are showing, man. -Shut up.

[in Spanish] It's wet!

[in Spanish] Then why'd you wash it?

Hey brat! Because it smelled like a dog.

[in Spanish] I always tell him, Señora but he never believes me.

[in English] Felipe, will you shut your mouth?

[in English] What? [chuckles]

-That shirt is really wet. -Come on, let's go.

[chattering in Spanish]

[person] This ain't no taco stand, you hear me?

Yes, sir, I-- I understand that.

I told you guys to find another meeting place, you hear?

-Now git! -Yeah, yeah, we're gettin', viejo.

Oye, what took you guys so long? Who invited this pollito?

-Joe did. -Yeah, Joe did.

Why is your shirt wet?

[chuckles]

So, where is Joe anyway?

[grunts]

[grunting]

[groans]

Hey!

-Hey. -Come on! Put it down.

[bully] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on, come on, come on.

[Felipe] Get out of here!

-[shouts] -Yeah, that's right!

Thanks, guys.

Joe, you all right?

Of course.

I told Gene it ain't no picnic on this side of the creek.

Especially if you fight every gringo who calls you a wetback.

-They didn't call me a wetback. -Then what did they call you?

Nothin'.

But I bet they were thinkin' it.

Oye, what are you guys doin'? Come on! We're gonna be late!

["What Have You Done to My Heart" playing]

Pinche loco.

♪ Oh, what have you done To my heart, Ilein ♪

[song continues on radio, faint]

[breathes heavily]

That's terrible.

Uh, Lucy! Do you know where my ties are?

-What? -I-I can't find my green tie. It's--

Your green tie.

[chuckles]

Of course.

You okay?

Yeah, of course.

Why?

Sounded like you were going a little harder than usual last night.

Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you.

You must be nervous.

'Cause you didn't spend this much time picking out your wedding tie.

Oh, it's 'cause I had that one in the bag. [chuckles]

What?

I'm good. Great actually. You know?

I'm just gonna take it easy, like you said.

-I even have a good golf joke teed up. -No.

JB, please, no jokes. No.

Why-- Why do soldiers make good golfers?

-Honey, you're really not good at jokes. -What are you talking about?

-I tell great jokes. -No, no, no.

[scoffs] What are you talking about?

You love your golf game more than me, don't you?

Oh, come on, that is ridiculous. Don't say anything like that.

You know I love you both the same.

-Oh. -[laughs]

I told you I tell good jokes.

Hey, Joe. Thanks for warning me about the sand trap on 7.

Ol' Judge Cox here, he's gonna be finding sand in his hair for days!

I haven't seen that much sand in the air since we landed on Normandy Beach.

[all laugh]

You definitely had a better caddie than I did today.

Hey, good work today, son.

Wow. Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas.

I can see you're better with a cleaning rag.

[laughing] Hey.

Thank you, sir.

-Quit that, Tim! -What?

Excuse me?

[Tim] Uh, yes, sir?

-Did you inspect your clubs? -Yes, sir. They're clean.

All right.

Now, you boys watch your fingerprints on the car when you load the bags.

[caddies] Yes, sir.

[clears throat] Thanks for your help today.

Hey, uh, I've got these.

Why don't you take Gene out? Go look for lost balls and tees.

Meet me out at front, we can still make it to see El Llanito before dark.

-Yeah, all right. -Yeah.

What's El Llanito?

You'll see.

Let me get that. All right.

-[zipper opens] -[Joe sighs]

[door opens]

Thank you for coming today, Mr. Cox. Hope you had a good time, young man.

-[groundskeeper laughs] -[car doors open]

-[engine starts] -[doors close]

["Jelly Roll Man" playing]

♪ I work in a Bentley shop From 12:00 to 9:00 ♪

♪ Can't nobody big jelly roll like mine… ♪

[all chuckle]

Not as easy as it looks, huh?

Let me show you how it's done.

See that trap of nopales over there?

[chuckles]

Go fetch, ball boy.

I ain't crawlin' in there to get your ball.

That's not even a tough shot, Felipe.

Oh, yeah? A quarter says you can't do better.

All right.

How about that?

[Felipe] Whatever. You can't hit that.

Joe, what are you doing?

Joe, Joe, Joe!

-[music stops] -[tires screech]

[grunts]

Let's go! Come on.

Hey!

Come over here, you little shits!

[tires squeal in distance]

[engine switches off]

If you're trying to make a good impression,

you can try being on time.

-What the hell happened to you? -Don't worry about it. We're late.

Jesus.

-Hi. -Hello-- Oh.

Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Glenn.

Sir, are you all right?

No, I'm fine. I'm actually Frank's friend.

Yeah, Gayle, this is JB Peña.

He's my war buddy, and he swore I wouldn't regret this.

Why would you regret…

No, he-- he's, uh--

Look, um, I'm here to see Mr. Glenn about becoming a member.

Uh, yeah, you need to reschedule.

Is-- Is he back there right now?

-JB. -Oh, Mr. Peña.

-I'm just gonna talk to him for a second. -Where are you going?

Just two minutes.

-Mr. Glenn? -Yes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Glenn. I told him we could reschedule.

Yeah, uh, Mr. Glenn, uh, JB Peña, sir.

Are you Frank's pal?

Yes, sir. And-And I'm very sorry for being late.

Yeah, well, looks like you got a good reason.

-Oh, yeah, no, I-- It's fine. -It's all right, Gayle.

Okay.

-Well, come on in. Have a seat. -[JB] Thank you. Thank you, sir.

[Glenn] Frank says you just moved to town. Work-related, I assume.

Yes. I start, uh, Monday as the new school superintendent

at San Felipe High,

and, uh, well, if I'm being honest, sir,

this-- this place here is the real draw for me.

-Del Rio? -Yeah.

I mean, it's the best club around here.

Heck, the best club in all of Texas, if you ask me.

Unless, of course, you prefer that pansy Hancock course out in Austin.

Could play that course with my eyes closed.

I mean, the-- the traps are too small to even be a threat.

Um, uh, well, Frank mentioned that you, uh, served together. Marines?

Infantry, yeah. 141st regiment, yeah.

Must've been a hell of a thing.

So, I know you hear this all the time, but thank you for your service.

Uh, well, I don't hear that all the time, but, uh, that's all right.

I was proud to serve my country, so…

Well, that's great.

-[chuckles] That's good. -Yeah.

You know something, um,

I know the manager over at the Rio Grande Country Club.

Now, it's a bit of a drive, but it's a great little course.

And I know for a fact, they'd be lucky to have you as a member.

It's Miguel Chavez. No, it's Chapa. Miguel Chapa. I got it right here.

-No, no, sir. -No, it's really no trouble at all.

I know it's not a lot--

I'm sorry, sir.

Okay. It was good to meet you, Mr. Peña.

No, no, Mr. Glenn. Listen to me, I'm a good golfer.

All right, my clubs are in the car. I can show you.

That's not necessary.

All right, listen to this one.

Why do soldiers make the best golfers?

Because you're used to being in bunkers, you know?

Is that-- That's a joke?

No, no. Uh--

Look, I don't want to be a member of some border-town club

an hour from here.

I want to play here.

You can play here anytime as a guest with one of our members.

And I appreciate that, sir, but I don't want to be a guest.

I want to be a member just like everybody else.

Please.

I really need this.

[sighs] Listen…

Mr. Peña, you seem like a good man.

And if it was up to me, hell, I'd gladly let you join, but I--

I gotta consider our other members, and they…

and they are just not used to seeing a Mexican on the golf course.

I'm sorry, son.

I'm afraid there's just no place for you here.

Hmm.

Hi.

-JB, what happened? -It's-- It's nothing.

You were-- You were right.

He didn't like the joke.

Doesn't matter.

[grunts]

-[golf club smacks] -[golf ball clatters]

[school bell rings]

["Bye Bye Baby" playing]

Oye, I thought your dumb ass graduated two years ago!

-[laughs] -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

At ease, payasos.

The Mexicans aren't gonna invade. We already took over.

Don't be a jerk, cabrón.

Oh, no, no, no. This guy can't be serious.

First day of high school. Gotta make a strong impression.

You look like James Dean's Mexican cousin.

Órale, James Bean.

Okay, stuff it.

Listen, Gene, come here.

If I was you, I would show a little more gratitude, you know?

High school ain't no picnic.

Until you learn how things work around here,

you should keep a pen and paper and write down our moves.

Then let's see 'em, big man.

What?

I want to see your moves.

[stammers]

That's what I thought.

[Joe stammers]

Hey, nice moves.

Shut up. You come to school with no books?

[door bangs]

Principal Guerra!

Superintendent Peña! [chuckles]

Come on. Call me Tomás. Right?

Careful not to bump the car as you open your door.

You parked kinda close.

[scoffs]

You left the window open.

I hear you have some ideas on how to improve our low reading scores.

Just a couple of things that worked in my last district.

Right, well, one of the biggest challenges that we face at this--

Excuse me, sir. Is everything okay?

[whispers] You can't let the boys see you smiling.

The kids?

We just want to give them a taste of military discipline

so they're not so shocked when they get there.

-The military? -And I know it's hard,

because I'm not a mean person naturally, and I so badly want to be nice to them.

No, you should definitely be nice to 'em.

I guess this is the job we signed up for, right?

-No, no. No, it's not. -Just gotta suck it up.

Might as well just suck it up. Be a big boy.

[clears throat]

No.

[chattering]

-[microphone feedback] -Attention, everyone.

I hope you all had a great summer.

And I know you are looking forward to a new exciting year.

-[student] School sucks. -[students laugh]

Okay. Great.

On that note, I'd like to introduce our new superintendent, Mr. Peña,

who has exciting information about our new state policies for textbooks.

Mr. Peña.

[student claps]

Thank you, Principal Guerra, for that concise introduction.

And thank you all for being here.

I look forward to getting to know everybody over the coming months.

And I suppose if there is a virtue I'd like to focus on this semester,

-it'd be that of personal responsibility. -Is that…

Hey.

["Birddoggin'" playing]

I know you boys.

Come here!

[students clamoring, whistling]

♪ I knew that you had eyes for her ♪

♪ And, man, I really burned… ♪

Grab that boy!

What are you-- Who?

[Gene] Sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm not looking. I promise I'm not looking.

I see you.

♪ Turn around and start walkin' away And leave her be ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't want no birddog Buggin' me ♪

♪ Don't want no birddog buggin' me ♪

[Guerra] So which one broke your window?

-Mmm, not sure. -Okay.

We should go in there and start paddling them until we get a confession.

-We're not doing that. -Obviously.

Just a thought.

Where did these boys even get golf equipment from?

Oh, they probably stole it from the Del Rio golf club where they caddie.

They work at the Del Rio, as in the Del Rio Country Club?

It's nice, right?

I've never played there myself,

but I've gone to a few high school championships there,

and I gotta tell you… [whistles]

And are these state championships always played there?

At Del Rio? As long as I can remember, yeah.

You know, my cousin is chief of police.

He could dust that ball for fingerprints.

All right, boys. Here's the deal.

It was me. I broke your window.

They all tried to stop me.

So you're saying you did this on purpose, hmm?

Where'd you learn to hit like that?

Look, whatever you're gonna do, let's just get it over with, okay?

All right, kudos for being honest.

Unfortunately for you, property damage is a very serious offense.

-You boys are free to go. -Okay.

Come on, let's go.

[breathes deeply]

What's this guy doing here?

Looks like you boys are putting in some work.

Come on, man. We're not bothering nobody out here.

So I'm assuming you all don't have money to pay for my window,

so I have a deal for you.

Every Saturday for the rest of the semester,

you can come to my house and cut my grass,

or we can meet here and practice.

-[scoffs] -Practice what?

How would you boys like to be the first members

of the San Felipe High School golf team?

[all chuckle]

-Us? -Sure, why not?

A little coaching and the right opportunities,

who knows, maybe we can make it to State.

Are you serious right now?

I mean, no offense, sir, but you did hit your head recently.

Look, you don't think I know how those people at the country club treat you, hmm?

Don't you wanna show what you're made of? That you're just as good as any of them?

I'm in.

All right, that's one. Anybody else?

Yeah, me too.

Yes, sir. I'm in.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

What about you?

I'll see you at your house on Saturday.

[blows raspberry]

It's all right.

All we need are four players.

No offense to Gene, but we're three and a half players at best.

He's right, sir. Without Joe, we don't stand a chance.

[sighs]

Hey, Papa.

Oh, hey. How was school?

Meh. Nothing special.

Nothing, huh?

Hand me that wrench.

Actually, uh, they asked me to join the new golf team today.

Yeah? Does it pay more than the club?

I wouldn't be getting paid.

And I wouldn't be a caddie. They actually want me to be a player.

Player?

What do they want you to play? The trumpet, the violin?

Golf.

Golf? Wow.

Okay, well, you better bring your sombrero anyway, man.

'Cause whenever you're invited to a gringo party,

you're either the entertainment or the help.

And at least you were getting paid to be the help at the club, no?

I told them no.

That's it.

-Need help or… -Nah.

I'm gonna go inside.

[blues music playing on radio]

As people do.

Okay. [chuckles]

You remember Gayle?

-Hi. -Hi.

Uh-- Um, Frank, did you not tell them I was coming?

Well, of course I did. I told him about us.

Yeah, hasn't stopped talking about you for days.

Weeks.

He hasn't stopped talking about you for weeks.

Next day, I go to the infirmary,

and I can barely look those boys in the eye

after the wringer we put 'em through.

I'm just about to leave, and I hear this little voice just go, "Sir. Sir."

-We went like that. "Come closer." -I wasn't that bad. [chuckling]

-No, I was not that bad. -Trust me, you were in pretty bad shape.

So, I go over there, and I lean down, you know.

I think he's gonna give me a letter for his mama or something like that.

And he says, "Sir, aren't you Frank Mitchell the golf pro?"

-[laughing] -He--

Crazy bastard starts asking me for putting tips.

No, no, no. That was the next day, actually.

-So what'd you tell him? -I gave him golf tips.

All up the boot of Italy.

What was I gonna do? I can't say no to the guy. I still can't.

Come on. When do I ask you for anything?

-Oh, come on. -Seriously, I--

Look at him. He almost believes it himself.

So, JB, Frank tells me that you are starting a golf team at your high school.

Yeah, that's right. Yeah.

Uh, our first practice is tomorrow.

And actually, we can really use a knowledgeable assistant coach.

What did I tell ya?

-There it is. -I rest my case.

Think about it, all right?

Cheers.

[sighs]

So?

What?

Club's closed Mondays, right?

God, do you ever stop?

No one's there.

The boys got to play on grass eventually.

Let me ask you something. Are they any good?

Well, they, you know-- They can be.

[scoffs] You don't even know.

-Why does it even matter? -Well, of course it matters.

I don't want a bunch of kids tearing up my course.

Nah, the most important thing is that people see Mexican kids golfing.

-All right, that's good enough for now. -Good for who?

For the kids. For everybody.

People need to see us as more than just caddies and cannon fodder.

Well, just think about it.

[Lucy] He looks thirsty.

Yeah, I want him to suffer a little bit. Maybe it'll change his mind.

What? I'm-- I'm kidding.

Here.

[sighs]

So, this is what it might have felt like.

What?

For you to have a son of your own.

[chuckles]

He even kinda looks like you.

That's not what this is about.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

All right.

I think you've made your point. I get it.

Get what?

Okay, maybe I don't get it.

Why don't you wanna join the team? You obviously wanna play golf.

I golf every weekend.

I mean on a real course, where people can see you play.

My friends see me play.

I'm talking about important people.

They're important to me.

Look, you know what I mean.

All right, just some opinions matter more than others. That's all I'm saying.

It's not fair, but that's life.

The only opinion I care about is mine.

All right, well, tell me, Joe, what do you want?

-Want? -Yeah.

What, five, ten, 20 years from now, what do you want from life?

Well, you better figure it out.

'Cause life is…

Well, it's a lot like golf.

And some days, it's smooth sailing on the fairway.

Other days you're lost in the woods.

But as long as you can keep your eye on that flag,

you can always hack your way back onto smooth ground.

But if you don't know what you're aiming for, then…

I don't know.

And then maybe I'll just say a few words to set expectations,

but jump in whenever you want, all right?

And when it comes to technique, you're the coach as far as I'm concerned

-so I'll just defer to whatever you-- -Hey, JB.

Stop trying to butter me up, all right?

I know what you need.

You need a white guy to schmooze the officials

and get you into tournaments.

This is not a regular thing, all right?

I'm not their coach, you are.

Yeah, but, Frank, come on. You love teaching the game.

Yeah, to people who want to learn and respect the game, yeah.

But I don't want to be a babysitter to a bunch of juvenile delinquents

who just want to get out of detention.

[whistles]

[breathing heavily]

-Morning, sir. -Morning, boys.

Why don't you take a knee?

-Y'all working on a sand trap down there? -Yes, sir.

It's a par 3 when we shoot from here to the nearest flag.

And a par 4 when we shoot to the flag at the bottom of the hill.

We just play it 18 times for a full round.

All right, well, you boys probably recognize Mr. Mitchell here

from the country club, right?

-Of course, sir. -Yes.

Well, he's a great instructor,

and he's agreed, just this one time, to come--

You-- You boys built all this?

Yes, Mr. Mitchell.

Call me Coach.

I'll get you an extra nickel if you get the grass stains out of the white leather.

Yes, sir.

Oye. ¿Qué onda?

-Hey, Pollo. -Hey.

Where's your crew?

Uh, golf practice, I think.

Golf practice? What golf practice?

The high school started a team.

Oh, yeah? And you weren't good enough, and they left you behind?

Chingado, man. At least you know who your real friends are now.

Nah, I--

They didn't leave me behind. I told them no.

What, you don't wanna play?

I ain't gonna perform in front of rich bastards who don't respect me.

Oh.

Well, you know what? I completely agree with you.

I mean, why put yourself out there where they can laugh at you?

Right.

That's why I never take off my cage. It's my invisibility suit.

It tells the gringos, "Hey, I know my place.

You don't gotta worry about me."

I mean, they'll never respect you,

but at least they can't hurt you, you know?

And that's the important part. That's how I ended up here.

Uh, you done with that brush?

Yeah.

Thanks, Pollo.

[Mario] We cleared out the smaller mesquite trees through there,

but the nopales are kinda painful to remove without gloves,

so we just treat them as sand traps.

Yeah, you really don't wanna hit into those nopales.

And this is where we put the most work.

Clearing all the roots was probably the hardest part.

Well, it's a lot of work. What do you think, Coach?

Well, I think if you can putt on these greens, you can putt on anything.

I can help you out with that.

So I guess we're inviting everyone now.

[exclaims] Boom, I told you. Fifty cents, cabrón.

Thought I'd stop by, show you all how it's done.

Coach Mitchell, you know Joe from the club, right?

Yeah, I've seen him at the club out there hitting balls when nobody's looking.

Yeah, well, I seen you too, hitting that bottle when nobody's looking.

-Hey, Joe-- -No, no, no.

Think you're pretty good, don't you?

Let's go find out.

You got a natural fade. Good. Can you hit a draw?

Why would I want to hit a draw?

'Cause if you're going to be in the tournament,

you're gonna have to have all the shots.

Now, you got a good left to right. Can you hit it right to left?

-Yeah, I can. -Okay, let's see it.

Nope. Want me to show you how?

No, I got it.

All right.

Nope.

Y'all don't wear gloves?

Never needed one.

-Hmm. -[Frank] Nope.

Now, hold on. What's going on here?

I'm left-handed, sir.

But I can still hit it good this way. Look.

Yeah, no, no, I understand. Just turn around.

Stay with that position.

Okay, what-- what was going on with your foot?

Uh, it just feels more natural this way.

Natural, huh? Don't do that. It looks strange.

Okay.

-[grunts] -Nope.

Hey, Lupe, you don't-- you don't lock your hands when you swing?

No, sir.

I messed up my hands up in the fields, and it hurts if I try to lock them.

Now, I understand it might hurt, but just-- just try it.

Why don't you just let us do it how we do it?

[Gene] Yeah.

[chuckles] Let you do it how you do it.

Uh, well, Lupe, you used to work the fields, right?

We all did.

So did I. How'd you spot a newbie?

Uh, wear short sleeves on the first day.

Yeah, I did that. I got burned pretty good.

And how'd the bosses treat the new guys?

[Lupe] Gave them the rows with the least tomatoes.

[Felipe] You don't make no money on the bad rows.

That's right.

You see, there are unwritten rules that tell everybody you know what you're doing.

And when you break those rules, you get less opportunity.

Now, our goal here is to win tournaments, right,

and hopefully eventually make it to state championship.

First, I mean, we gotta get on the course.

And the only way to do that is to play the game

the way it's supposed to be played.

So that means when you guys show up here, even on your course to practice,

I want shirts tucked in and a belt.

All right, and no shorts.

And lastly and-- and probably most importantly,

I don't want to hear Spanish on a course, ever.

All right? Understood?

We gotta look and act like we belong here.

Got it?

Let's get back to work.

["Round and Round" playing]

♪ When the rollin' wheel Goes round and round ♪

♪ All my money goes down, down ♪

♪ Stand there losing all my dough ♪

♪ He got no sense to know when to go… ♪

-[bell rings] -Let's go!

♪ Look at that wheel go round and round ♪

♪ All of my cash Just like trash goin' down, down, down ♪

♪ My pockets were full When I walked in the door ♪

♪ I won a little bit And had to play some more ♪

♪ Started to lose and needed to quit ♪

♪ If I could win just a little bit ♪

♪ Ah, that wheel goes round and round ♪

♪ Look at that wheel go round and round ♪

♪ All of my cash Just like trash goin' down, down, down ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ If I kept on playin' I would soon be broke ♪

♪ I went outside just to take a smoke ♪

♪ Along came a gal with long blonde hair ♪

♪ Hey, baby, come over here ♪

Whoo!

♪ That wheel goes round and round ♪

♪ Look at that wheel go round and round ♪

♪ All of my cash Just like trash goin' down, down, down ♪

♪ Ho-whoa ♪

[no audible dialogue]

♪ She put her hand upon my arm ♪

♪ Threw me a curve with all her charm ♪

♪ I took that woman all over town ♪

♪ She threw my money Just round and round ♪

♪ Ah, that wheel goes round and round ♪

♪ Look at that wheel go round and round ♪

♪ All of my cash Just like trash goes down, down, down ♪

All right, boys.

Let's get everything together as quietly as possible.

It's time to head out.

[person whistles]

Uh-oh.

[JB] Who is that?

That's Pollo, the groundskeeper.

Oh, man.

-I'll go talk to him. -All right.

How long do you go to jail for trespassing?

Don't worry about it. You're not going to jail.

Obviously. We're just kids.

Wondering how long you'll be going to jail.

Hey, come on over! He wants to show us something.

All right.

I mean, you all are serious about this, huh?

About what?

This thing you started.

You're not gonna quit on me?

Yeah. We're serious.

Good.

Then you're the ones I've been waitin' for.

Come on in.

-[Lupe] Wow. -[Gene] Whoa.

-Nice. -[Mario] What?

[Felipe] What? Are you serious? Look at all this stuff.

[Gene] No way.

-Look at the shoes. -[Lupe] This is old man Herbert's stuff.

Is this for us?

Yeah.

[Gene] There's so much stuff here.

[Felipe] This is my size.

I call this set.

You know, Pollo, maybe we better keep this whole situation between us, huh?

What situation?

The gear.

And us practicing on the course and all.

I mean, don't wanna get you in trouble.

What they gonna do, put me in the cage?

[laughs]

[all chuckling]

Oh, sorry, boys, but caddies aren't allowed in tournament play.

Well, they're not caddies.

Eugene Patterson. You must be Coach Payne.

So glad we could squeeze you in. So, where are your players?

I'm Frank Mitchell.

I think you mean Coach Peña. He's the head coach.

Hey. Uh, "Payne" works too. Thank you for having us.

And these are actually our players right here.

Oh. When we spoke on the phone, I just assumed you were American.

Well, you-- you assumed right. [chuckles]

Great. Well, good luck to you all.

-Thank you, Mr. Patterson. -Thank you.

Good thing we tucked in our shirts.

All right, uh,

Gene's gonna be running around keeping track of your scores for us,

so if you have a question for me or Coach Frank,

tell him, we'll try and meet you at the next tee box.

Now, look. You're gonna have a lot of eyes on you out there,

and you're gonna have a tendency to overswing.

So don't.

-Just stay calm, stay-- -Frank?

Hey, Glenn. How are you? Judge Cox. How are you?

Mr. Glenn. Good to see you again.

Of course. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This is Milton Cox.

This is Mr. Peña. He is the superintendent over at…

-San Felipe? -[JB] That's right.

-Yes, that's-- -Well, that's great.

You got a boy in this tournament?

Yeah. Uh, yeah, uh…

Four, actually. The Mustangs, out of San Felipe.

Oh, I didn't realize San Felipe had a golf team.

Well, it's our first year, but wait till you see them on the course.

I mean, they took to it like ducks to water.

I think you, uh-- you'll be genuinely impressed.

I'm-- I'm sorry, uh…

Mr. Patterson invited y'all?

Eugene? Yeah. He's happy to have us here.

Excuse us. Don.

-It's good to see you. -Good to see you, Glenn.

All right, everybody stand up straight.

-Are they looking over here? -Who?

Fix your shirt.

Look happy to be here, for Christ's sake.

All right, damn it, not that happy. It's not The Mickey Mouse Club.

They're laughing at us.

Yeah, just forget about that for a minute.

Look, if we wanna go to State,

we have to get invited to more tournaments.

So you boys go out there, remember your etiquette. All right?

No joking around.

And stay serious, but don't look angry even if you hit a bad shot.

This might be the only tournament we ever get to play.

Well, the only thing you forgot to say was, "Have fun out there."

All right? You too.

-All right. -Now, come on, let's go warm up.

Have fun out there.

[official] Pass your cards to the right, gentlemen.

[grunts]

[spectators applauding]

Hopefully he plays golf better than he caddies.

[snickering]

["Sha-Ba-Da-Ba-Doo" playing]

♪ A-one, a-two A-buckle up your shoe ♪

[spectators exclaiming, applauding]

♪ A-three, four, five Baby, come alive ♪

♪ My left foot out Her right foot in ♪

♪ I need her, man Let the music begin ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

[groans]

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-da Sha-ba-da ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

♪ Everybody dance The sha-ba-da-doo tonight ♪

♪ Comme ci, comme ça A-tra-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ A swing once more Round the pretty floor ♪

♪ Left foot out, a shuffle in ♪

♪ Need her, man Let the chorus begin ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-da Sha-ba-da ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

♪ Everybody dance The sha-ba-da-doo tonight ♪

♪ A-one, a-two A-buckle up your shoe ♪

♪ A-three, four, five Baby, come alive ♪

♪ My left foot out Her right foot in ♪

♪ I need her, man Let the music begin ♪

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-doo ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪ Sha-ba-da-ba-da Sha-ba-da… ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ Everybody dance The sha-ba-da-doo tonight ♪

[official] Gentlemen, thank you all for participating

in the 16th annual Monte Cristo Juniors Tournament.

In first place,

Johnson High School with a score of 318!

-In second place, the fighting Irish… -Hey, boys, listen up.

I was just talking to Mr. Patterson over there.

He was very impressed with the way you handled yourselves today.

And finally, in third place, trailing close behind…

And he invited us to play in another tournament next month.

…Ranger High School with 335!

-Yeah! -[official] Congratulations.

[Mustangs cheering]

Great sportsmanship.

["Cielito Lindo" playing on radio]

[all singing in Spanish]

[exclaims]

Food!

-Food! Food! Food! -Food! Food! Food!

What do you say, Frank? Get these boys some food?

-I think it's about time. -Yeah!

Let's go!

-All I have to do is practice… -[Mustangs chattering]

Obviously, it was an aim and miss.

I am getting a steak dinner.

Uh, how 'bout a hamburger?

Can we get pie too?

Why not?

We should keep winning if we're…

I don't know about the…

-I'm gonna get some shrimp-- -They're not gonna serve you.

They're just gonna ignore you till you leave.

Sorry.

Might be able to find food closer to Laredo.

[door opens]

[door closes]

This isn't right.

-Joe. -I can't believe they don't wanna serve--

-Come here. -JB, what are you doing?

One second, Frank.

-[owner clears throat] -Excuse me. How you doing?

Kitchen's closed.

Look. I'm JB. This is Joe right here.

Uh, our golf team just finished a tournament--

Hey, Arnie, this here Mexican speaks pretty good English,

but apparently, he don't understand it.

Joe, come on!

Excuse me, ma'am. What's your problem?

I didn't realize I had a problem.

Hey, Arnie. Looks like we got a problem.

Sit down!

Well, hey, Curly.

What you doing holding that bat, huh?

You think you're gonna hit somebody with that?

-[window shatters] -[owner screams]

[Gene] Shit! What was that?

Can't speak English? I don't understand English, huh?

[owner shouts]

-[Lupe] Whoa! -[owner] Hey! Hey!

-Joe! -[Felipe] Joe, come on!

Joe, get over here.

That's a fore!

[JB] Get in the car.

[tires squeal]

-[boys laughing] -[Joe] Did you guys see that?

That thing broke!

-Joe. Joe! -Holy shit, Joe.

You're still coming over the top a little bit.

I want you to work on that before the next tournament.

[all laugh]

Yes, sir!

Mustangs. Mustangs.

-Mustangs! -Frank, pull the car over. Quiet!

-Pull the car over. -All right. All right.

-Get out of the car. -[engine switches off]

Come on!

Don't grab me like that.

Let me ask you something.

How'd that make you feel, hmm?

-Did it feel good? -Yeah, it did.

What do you think they're gonna do

to the next group of Mexicans that walks in that diner?

Maybe they'll think twice before insulting them.

Or maybe they'll just crack their skulls on sight.

Look, I fought and almost died for this country.

And I have people like that treating me like dirt all the time.

You think I don't want to break things?

How is that gonna change how they feel about us?

All right.

Damn it, Joe.

Go fetch the paper.

Yes, sir.

[sighs]

Dog got to it again.

Finish loading up the truck. I'll be out there in a minute.

Yes, sir.

Two, take it.

[grunts]

Put it underneath that tree.

Hey, Juanca! Make some space.

Hey, Mr. Putt-Putt!

Hey, Toño.

Hola, mijo!

-Hola, Señora Guzman. -Hey! Look who it is! [speaks Spanish]

Joe, can you believe it? Check it out.

Shut up. Put this away.

-What do you mean? You're famous, man. -[father] Hey, guys.

What are you up to?

-Did you not hear? -Hear what?

Oh, Señor Raul is saying that he's gonna out-grill you this year.

Ah, that old man is always talking crap. Go get me those chairs.

Why don't you two come help me with the chairs?

-What's up? -[person] Joe!

Fore!

Hey, Daniela!

Did you see my boy in, uh, today's newspaper?

All right. Come on.

Oh, yeah. I think I saw that when I used the paper to light the grill.

-Okay, well, she doesn't care, so… -[Felipe] No, she does.

Gene and I are also on the team.

I'm supposed to be team captain, but, you know--

[father speaks Spanish]

-Are these guys messing with you? -Hi, Mr. Treviño.

Well, I guess I gotta get those chairs on my own, huh?

Oye, Adelio. Tell me something.

Raul, my son tells me you've been talking crap.

No, no. I just want to find out how a vato like you can have a dandy for a son.

You know what I'm saying?

I know you were thinking the same thing.

He must take after his mother.

[Raul] Damn right he did.

Thank God for that.

Oye. Did I ever tell you

that I used to do body work in San Antonio for a golfer named Carl Peters?

-No. -Are you serious?

Hey, Mr. Raul.

Did you know that Felipe here is actually team captain?

El capitán. [speaks Spanish]

-Then for sure you know Carl Peters. -Can you help my dad with the chairs?

I mean, I wouldn't say I'm el capitán…

Can you help my dad with the chairs? I'll be right back.

Hey.

Um, I just wanted to say thanks for saving me back there.

Looks like you still got some bigger problems to deal with.

How do you figure?

You're the cockiest guy in school.

-You show off about everything. -What? Come on.

And now that you actually have something to brag about,

you play it down.

Well, maybe I just don't see what the fuss is all about.

Well, then you're dumber than I thought.

Wanna walk with me?

Butterflies, huh?

Hmm?

-I… -Oh, yeah. [chuckles]

Yeah, I don't--

I don't know why I get so tongue-tied with you.

Yeah, I've wondered about that myself.

-You don't find me interesting, or what? -No. No, no, no. It's not that. Um--

It's just--

It's just when you look at me,

the stuff I usually say to people just seems…

I don't know.

Come on.

["Unless It's True" playing]

♪ You alone possess me ♪

♪ I'm all yours, caress me… ♪

You ready?

♪ When you are near I don't wanna hear… ♪

[Daniela] Nobody knows this,

but I come up here with a notebook and write stories.

What kind of stories?

Just short stories.

For now.

Little things about the town.

But one day I want to write a real book.

Tell the world about our life here.

I don't know anyone in this town that writes books.

Me neither.

That's why I want to go to the city.

You see that red building there, just beyond the water tower?

Yeah.

That's the furthest I've ever been from home.

My mom says the city is no place for a girl.

Sometimes I think she's right.

But if you can be a golfer…

maybe she's wrong.

♪ You'll love me ♪

♪ Unless it's true ♪

[whooshing]

[metal clatters]

Papa, no!

Stop!

[grunting]

You think these people respect you?

-Huh? -Let me go!

You stupid little wetback golfer, with your stupid hat.

-No! -You're never gonna be anything to them!

[grunts]

They're laughing at you!

You hear?

You're an embarrassment.

Mr. Glenn! Good to see you. Judge Cox.

How are you?

Mr. Peña. What-- What brings you out today?

Well, we, uh-- we've got a 10:30 tee time with Frank and Gayle.

Is that right?

I'm Lucy.

Oh, I apologize.

It's my wife, Lucy.

Yes, well, this is my wife, Alice. Um--

And this is Milton's wife, Margaret.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucy.

And what a bold idea for a lady to wear trousers on a golf course.

I must say the idea never would've occurred to me.

Well, I mean, we really couldn't ask for better weather, right?

-For golfing. -[chuckles] Right.

-What time you all tee off? -Uh, well, also at 10:30.

-With Frank and Gayle. -Oh.

Hey! Sorry we're late. We were hitting balls. [chuckles]

Did we miss the small talk?

JB, I assume you already commented on the weather, right?

Frank didn't tell us we were playing with other couples today, so…

-Did I not? -No.

Oh, sorry.

Well, Don here, he asked me to bring along another couple for my team,

so I figured, "Hey, it's a great time for y'all to get acquainted."

Mm-hmm.

Well, see, the thing is, Frank, um,

Don and I like to play for stakes, and I'm not sure that the Peñas

will be comfortable with the amount that we're gonna be playing for.

Yeah, yeah. I think, Frank, you should just go and play.

We're comfortable playing for stakes. How much?

[JB] Lucy.

-Fifty dollars. -[Frank] Oh, come on, Judge.

-[Cox] What? -That's a lot of money.

Yeah, that's a bit rich for us. I'm so sorry about that.

-We'll do it. -[JB] Lucy.

Hold on a second. Lucy, what are you doing? We can't--

Well, that won't matter if we win.

Look. Fifty dollars. I mean, that's a bit rich for us too.

Come on, Frank.

You and JB are better than them.

When are you gonna get another chance to impress these guys. Huh?

I mean, will you two just grow a pair?

They'd have to have 50 bucks. So, don't worry about it.

All right, Judge. Tell you what.

Fifty dollars, I mean, that's a lot of cash.

I don't think I have $50 on me.

But what do you say we play for clubs, hmm?

If you win, you get our sets.

If we win… [clicks tongue] …vice versa.

[laughs]

Well, Frank, we have real nice sets of clubs.

And no offense, Mr. Peña, but, uh, your clubs aren't the same value as ours.

Yeah, yeah. They, uh--

These are my grandfather's clubs, so really have no value to anybody but me.

That's--

-Yep. -No, no, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.

Uh, Frank, is that a MacGregor set you got there?

Yeah.

Basically the same set Middlecoff won the Masters with.

Well, okay. Let's go.

[Cox, Glenn laughing, cheering]

["It's Time to Rock" playing]

[clapping]

-♪ It's time to rock ♪ -♪ Come on, let's rock ♪

-♪ Time to roll ♪ -♪ Come on, let's roll… ♪

-[clapping] -[Frank] Where have you been hiding her?

Well.

-♪ No time for blues ♪ -♪ Got no time for blues ♪

-♪ It's time to rock ♪ -♪ It's time to rock ♪

-♪ It's time to roll ♪ -♪ It's time to roll ♪

-♪ I got a date ♪ -♪ Got a special date ♪

♪ I can't be late… ♪

All right. Let's go.

-♪ This is the time ♪ -♪ Yes, this is the time ♪

-♪ To rise and shine ♪ -♪ Got to rise and shine ♪

-♪ Made up my mind ♪ -♪ Just made up my mind ♪

-♪ I gotta rock ♪ -♪ I gotta rock ♪

-♪ I gotta roll ♪ -♪ I gotta roll ♪

♪ Each time you're near me ♪

♪ You love to cheer, cheer me ♪

♪ I get that feeling ♪

♪ I need some loving ♪

♪ No time to guess ♪

♪ You need to rest ♪

-♪ You get a thrill ♪ -♪ You get a thrill ♪

-♪ I bet you will ♪ -♪ I bet you will ♪

-♪ Get some pep ♪ -♪ Bet you'd get some pep ♪

♪ With every step… ♪

[shouts]

♪ I got to go… ♪

[groans]

♪ And do the rock ♪

-♪ And do the roll ♪ -♪ And do the roll ♪

♪ Baby, rock and roll ♪

[exclaims]

[sighs]

Shall I try a wedge?

What difference does it make?

JB, come here.

-[Glenn] Yes, Margaret. -Girls, come here.

Look, if the idea here is to win these guys over,

I think it's backfiring on us.

[scoffs]

Hit it.

Lucy, Gayle, you're too good.

[scoffs, chuckles]

We need you to throw the round.

What?

No. No, no, no. No way.

We are humiliating them in front of their wives.

Well, it's what they asked for. Isn't it?

Gayle?

I don't know, Lucy.

-I mean, Mr. Glenn's my boss, after all. -He's mine too.

JB, these are your grandfather's clubs.

Yeah, Frank. I mean…

I'll find you another set of clubs.

-It's not about that. -Look, look.

If you want to win these guys over, the time to do it is right now.

Otherwise, I think things are gonna get really difficult for us.

And by that, I mean the boys.

I just don't understand why we can't just--

[Cox] Gayle, you're up!

Gayle, it's okay.

All right, let's go. Come on.

Okay.

[cheering, laughing]

-[Cox exclaims] -[wives cheer]

-Great shot, darling. [laughs] -Thank you, babe.

Very impressive game, fellas.

[Cox] Yeah.

We were sweating it there for a minute,

but we pulled together on the back nine there, didn't we, Don?

Absolutely.

Wow. Would you look at these beauties.

Hey, look, fellas.

JB's clubs, they're not worth very much,

and I think there's some sentimental value to them.

Why don't we just let them go?

[Cox] Are you kiddin' me?

I won those by beating the great Frank Mitchell.

I'm gonna hang them on my office wall like a trophy buck. [chuckles]

What do you think, Mr. Peña?

Well, I think, uh, you definitely earned some bragging rights today, sir.

-Congratulations. -See there, Frank?

That's a true gentleman in defeat.

-I respect that. -Good game.

All right, ladies. Drinks are on me.

[wives cheer]

[Margaret] Great job, honey.

[sighs]

[Lucy] Did you know I always take the long way home to avoid the park?

It's all the mothers, you know?

Laughing, chatting, bonding while their kids play together.

[sighs]

They make me feel like there's something wrong with me.

[sighs]

Do you know how hard I've-- I've prayed for children?

You know, I think-- I think about how unfair it all seemed.

That-- That feeling of being left out.

Maybe that's why I wanted to beat those ladies so bad today.

[chuckles] It's so stupid.

Lucy.

That's not stupid.

I understand.

Yeah.

I know you do.

Okay, all right. That's enough. [laughing]

[Gene] "Semper fidelis"?

"Semper fidelis."

It means "always faithful."

That's the motto of the United States Marine Corps.

-My dad wants me to be a marine. -Yeah?

Nah. Come to the Air Force with me.

It pays better, right?

Man, they won't let no Mexicans fly planes.

Then which one you gonna join?

None of them. Are you stupid or something?

Why not? It's better than working the fields.

You boys don't have to join the military to be somebody.

Why not, Coach? You did.

It's different for us.

How many medals did you get, Coach Mitchell?

More than I deserve.

[Felipe] How about you, Coach?

[exhales]

No medals for me.

Why not?

'Cause they don't respect us.

I don't need no medals to love my country.

Go, Mustangs.

-Go, Mustangs. -Go, Mustangs.

Go, Mustangs.

["I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire" playing]

♪ I don't want to set the world on fire ♪

♪ I just want to start ♪

♪ A flame in your heart ♪

♪ In my heart ♪

♪ I have but one desire ♪

♪ And that one is you ♪

♪ No other will do ♪

♪ I've lost all ambition For worldly acclaim ♪

♪ I just want to be the one you love ♪

♪ And with your admission That you feel the same ♪

♪ I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ I don't want to set the world on fire ♪

♪ I just want to start ♪

♪ A flame in your heart ♪

♪ I've lost all ambition For worldly acclaim ♪

♪ I just want to be the one you love ♪

♪ And with your admission That you feel the same ♪

♪ I'll have reached the goal I'm dreaming of ♪

♪ Believe me ♪

♪ I don't want to set the world on fire ♪

♪ I just want to start ♪

♪ A flame in your heart ♪

-Okay, stop, stop. -Okay, yeah, yeah.

Hey, come here. One more, one more.

Hey.

Is everything all right?

What do you mean?

I don't know. I just--

It feels like something's on your mind.

-Can't a girl just think? -That depends what you're thinking about.

Joe, um…

-[mother] Dani! -What?

[mother] Is that you?

Yeah, Mama, it's me.

[audience applauding]

Homestretch. All right.

Two more holes.

We're going to State.

-JB, I'm going to 18. You comin'? -Yeah.

See you at the last hole.

Hey!

Put the flag back!

I can't see the hole.

-Yeah! -[crowd cheering, applauding]

Hey! What's your problem?

-Joe, Joe. -What's your problem, huh?

Hey! That boy has to be disqualified.

-He is. He's leaving. -He stepped on my line.

-You gotta leave. -[Frank] Hey, hey, hey.

What are you doing, Joe?

We're tossing his score.

Sorry, boys.

Season's over.

But can't we use Gene's score instead?

Yeah, but…

Let me see your score card, Gene.

JB.

Gene.

I think I had a pretty good day.

[laughs] You think you had a pretty good day?

-You're better than me. -Wait, wait. Does that mean…

It means we're going to State, boys.

-[laughing] -Yes! Yes!

State championship, here we come.

[laughs]

Congratulations, JB.

I know how much this means to you.

The thing we gotta figure out is what to do about Joe.

Oh, will you let go of that?

Listen, truth is, that Tim Cox kid, he's a little punk.

Yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about, all right.

I'm not saying Joe was right. I'm not saying that.

Nah, you don't get it.

-Yeah, I do. -No, no. I'm saying you don't get it.

-No, I do. -Listen to me.

The only way these boys are gonna advance in life

is by playing by the rules.

Period. There's no other way for us.

Do you remember that second day after we got to Monte Cassino

and I was ordered to send your regiment across Gari River?

Well, you younger guys, you didn't know it,

but it was a suicide mission.

All the commanders knew it.

I never told you this,

but I went to Major Wingrove's tent,

and I told him I wasn't gonna do it.

I wasn't gonna send you boys across that river.

He gave me two options.

He said I could follow orders and be promoted,

or I could refuse and be court-martialed.

But either way, he was gonna send you boys across that river.

And in the end, I played by the rules.

And I got my promotion, and I got my medals.

You boys, you got sent into the meat grinder.

And we lost 1,300 that day.

The rules.

There ain't a day that goes by

that I don't wish that I'd left that meeting in handcuffs.

-I'm telling you, this is a bad idea. -What are you talking about?

We gotta celebrate.

Come on, we can't be a mile away from the border

and not visit our motherland.

Ándale, vamos.

The lady at the motel said there's a raft that can take us across.

There.

Are we going to Mexico or the Land of the Dead?

[speaks Spanish]

-[rope creaking] -[water churning]

[clears throat]

[in Spanish] You been doing this a while?

Cool.

I love the vibe here.

I know, right? Feels like home somehow.

Órale! This is our home! This is our roots!

[Spanish folk music playing on radio]

Okay.

I got this.

[in Spanish] Excuse me.

How you doin'?

[in Spanish] Americans?

[in Spanish] No man, we're Mexican.

Mother of God…

[in English] Okay.

[in Spanish] What are you drinkin'?

Tequila, what else?

Son of a…

[patron in Spanish] Mexicans huh?

Where are you from?

Um… [clears throat]

My grandparents were from Monterrey.

The little flowers from Monterrey. [laughing]

And you… the family… Monterrey?

Sorry?

Sorry, what?

Sorry what, pocho?

So what?

Your grandma didn't teach you real Spanish?

Take it easy.

Hey, hey, hey!

-[in English] Look at me! I'm American. -[patrons laughing]

My abuelita is from New York City. New York City!

[speaks Spanish]

[laughing]

Let's get out of here, man.

[in Spanish] Say hi to your grandmother for me.

[in Spanish] And to yours too.

But mine already passed away.

[patrons laughing]

Hey, hold on, guys. I forgot something.

Great idea, buddy.

-Shut up. -Take it easy, fella. Come on.

-[glass shatters] -[drunk patron shouts]

[Gene] Guys, go, go, go!

[patrons clamoring]

[in Spanish] Grab those little bastards.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go.

[tires screech]

Go, go!

Come on!

[whooping]

[speaks Spanish]

Go, go, go!

Go, go!

-Go! -Go, go!

Señor! Señor!

Señor! Señor!

Hey, hey!

Jump!

[groaning]

[laughing]

How much longer?

-Why? Are you nervous? -Why would I be nervous?

-[shouts] -Oh, my God. Joe!

[laughs]

[Daniela chuckles]

[Joe] Don't be looking.

[Daniela] Where are we going?

[Joe] Hey.

We're coming up on a stop. It's gonna be a little bumpy.

There we go.

-Okay. -Okay.

-All right, no peeking. -Okay.

Okay.

Okay, you can take it off now.

Okay.

This is it, right?

The red building near the water tower?

The furthest you've been from home?

You remembered.

Of course I did.

This is sweet, Joe.

Yeah, well, I wanted to, um, bring you here

because we're both gonna be done with school in a couple of months,

and I was kinda hoping that we could take the next steps together.

Joe…

And I'm gonna be moving out of my dad's house.

I can't afford no fancy place right away,

but my tía, she has a small house on her property.

-She said that we can stay there. -Joe, I'm moving to Austin.

What?

I got accepted to a writing program that starts in August.

God, I'm sorry. I was gonna tell you after your tournament.

No, no, no, no. It's, um-- It's okay.

The whole thing has been so crazy.

I sent them one of my stories, thinking I'd never hear back.

But they loved it.

Can you believe it? They actually loved it.

Wow. I'm happy for you. Um--

You always wanted to move to the city.

Well, I was hoping…

that you would come with me.

To Austin?

-What am I gonna do there? -Anything you want.

They have golf courses there, right? You could get a job there.

Come on, they're never gonna hire someone like me.

Well, maybe you could go to school too.

School? [scoffs]

-Yeah, right. Go to school. -Well, I don't know.

We'll figure it out, right?

It doesn't matter as long as we're together.

What was that story about?

The one that you sent in.

Was I in it?

You?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean--

It was about me and my abuelita.

[chuckles] Your grandma.

What?

Nothing. I'm-- I'm just surprised, that's all.

About what, exactly?

That people in the city would find that interesting.

So, what, the only interesting thing in my life

is you and your little golf team?

A lot of girls would be happy that their boyfriend's in the state championship.

Oh, a lot of girls, really?

Yeah, but it's okay, because that story is exciting too.

[scoffs]

-What is wrong with you? -With me?

Nothing.

I just don't want them to laugh at you, that's all.

The little wetback who writes about her abuela's enchiladas.

[official] Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 1957 Texas State Championship.

[JB] It's a two-day tourney,

so I need you to play conservatively until we get comfortable on the course.

Now, they're only gonna count our top four scores.

But I need all five of you to play like it counts, in case we need your score.

Understood?

Look, this is what we worked towards. Okay?

The stage doesn't get much bigger than this.

It's time to perform.

You boys ready?

-[Gene] Mm-hmm. -Yes, you are.

One, two, three.

-Mustangs! -All right, go warm up.

Come on, boys.

[exhales]

[golfer] Oh, we got a wily one here.

[golfer 2] Here, I can get it. Watch this.

Oh, so close.

All right, wait here. Try this 9.

Can you watch this?

[golfer] No! [laughs]

Uh-oh.

That's it. That's the one.

[golf cart engine starts]

Hey! Stop!

Oh, look. A spot opened up.

[ball clatters in hole]

[crowd groans]

It's about time.

[exclaims] Yeah, Joe!

-Looks like we're in second place. -By how many strokes?

Don't worry about it. Just keep doing what you're doing.

We'll be in a strong position for tomorrow.

-[golf club smacks] -[applauding]

Joe Treviño?

You're under arrest.

Wait, hold on.

-What's going on? -Stay back.

-No, this is a mistake. -He's under arrest.

You stay back, or you're going to jail too.

Hey.

-He was there too. -What?

The both of 'em was at my diner.

Hey.

-What's the word? -Still waiting.

What have the officials decided?

Well, he didn't finish the last hole,

so we're gonna have to use Gene's score as a backup.

And?

That put us in fifth.

Fifth place. I mean…

Can we come back from that?

Not without Joe.

[door opens]

JB, you can come on in now. Frank, you too.

[sighs]

Mr. Peña, you care to have a seat?

Nah. I think I'll stand, sir. Thank you.

Joe, you all right?

[Cox] I'm afraid not.

The young man refuses to talk,

but we have all the evidence we need at this point.

-Well, you are the judge, after all. -Frank, stay out of this.

You don't think I know you been sneaking these boys on this course at night?

[Cox] That is true.

I am the judge.

Boys make mistakes from time to time.

As you know, I have a son his age.

And I just don't think there's any need

to ruin this young man's future over one bad decision,

so I got the diner owners to drop the charges

under the condition that the window damage is repaid in full

and that the boys do some kind of community service.

Of course. Of course. He'll do whatever's required, right?

Absolutely. Thank you, sir.

-[Cox] And one final condition. -Yes, sir.

The San Felipe golf team is dissolved.

Permanently.

-Sir, I-- -You have had an impressive run,

but I think we can all agree that this little experiment has run its course.

I'm sorry, JB.

[Cox] Cliff, you can go ahead and take off the cuffs now.

It was me.

Excuse me?

That's my ball.

-I broke the windows. -Wait, Coach.

I take full responsibility.

Joe and the team will finish the tournament with Frank.

-No, JB, you really shouldn't-- -[Cox] Now, just hold on there, Don.

We were willing to pardon this young man's actions,

but I don't think the law will be as lenient with you in this case.

I don't expect that the, uh, school board will either.

Now, I appreciate what you're doing for these boys.

Shows you're a man of character.

I respect that.

Now, Don tells me that you've shown an interest

in joining this club, is that right?

I mean, Don, don't you think we could make an exception

for a man of Mr. Peña's caliber?

-Uh, yes. Yes, I think so. -[Cox] There you have it.

No one goes to jail, no one loses their job,

and you become the first Mexican member of the Del Rio Country Club. [chuckles]

Sounds like a win for everybody to me. [laughs]

What do you say, JB?

You should choose your next words carefully, Mr. Peña.

Or I promise you, you will never set foot on a Texas golf course again.

Good luck to you and your boys, sir.

A man of character. I respect that.

They're gonna need it.

[Cox] You son of a--

-Hey! -JB.

No! Don, that boy should still be disqualified.

-[Glenn] On what grounds? -Well, I don't know, damn it!

Just do something.

[sighs]

-[footsteps approaching] -[keys jingling]

[lock rattles]

Hey.

How'd you get me out?

Uh, Principal Guerra did.

Chief Reyes is my dad's cousin.

No, hombre. Your abuela Vidalia was my mom's aunt.

Yes, I-- Yes. Okay. We're double related.

Your abuela was Vidalia Ortiz?

She was.

[chuckles]

Vidalia is my great-aunt, man.

Marranito?

Look at you! You lost weight.

I guess we're cousins too.

That's Del Rio for you.

-Yeah. -Sí, sí. Okay.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[exhales]

Pollo, is that you?

-Yeah. -What are you doing?

What are you doing out here, cabrón?

What's it look like?

Celebrating.

Fifth place.

[Pollo] Oh. [chuckles]

You came out here to feel sorry for yourself, huh?

Why don't you take your pity party somewhere else,

'cause your salty tears are going to kill my grass.

Okay.

You kids today all act like the world owes you something.

I got news for you: This country's not your mama's pecho.

-I-- I'm not looking for pity. -Oh?

And I'll tell you something else. I served my country.

Oh, that was you?

Yeah. Yeah, just like everybody else.

I guess the only difference is,

when we came back, there wasn't parades or fireworks

or invitations to the White House.

There's no thanks for our service.

It's like we fought for someone else's country, you know?

Like-- I don't know, like we didn't count.

[Pollo sucks teeth, groans]

-Pollo, you all right? -My heart.

That's such a sad story.

Forget it. Come on, man.

Hey, you know what? I served in a war too. I fought.

You know? The war to end all wars. The Great War.

But you know what these vatos never gave me?

-A gas mask. -Yeah?

You ever been in a trench with mustard gas and no gas mask?

-No. -No. I didn't think so.

But you want a parade, huh?

Yeah, we can have a parade. With balloons, huh?

Okay, you had it worse than me.

Is that supposed to make me feel better or something?

Well, I guess nobody ever told you, huh?

Life ain't fair.

I mean, I didn't ask for this face.

Come on. It's not that bad.

But, you know, I understand if people are jealous when they look at me.

[chuckles]

Oh.

My brother, Chucho, he can't even stand in the same picture with me

'cause I make him look bad.

Mmm. Right.

You know, that's just life.

Sometimes you land on the green, sometimes you're in the bunker,

but you always play it as it lies.

But I'll tell you one thing.

Nobody can stop a man who can get out of a bunker.

All right. Everybody out.

Come on, man.

All right, everybody, huddle up.

Got somebody here who wants to say a few words to you.

-Morning, fellas. -Coach.

Hey, Coach.

Just wanted to, uh, wish you luck.

And, well, also want to apologize.

-[Felipe] Apologize for what? -Yeah, this ain't your fault, Coach.

No, I'm not talking about yesterday. I'm talking about this whole year.

You guys ever heard of Bobby Jones?

Probably the greatest golfer of all time.

-Yeah. -That's right.

Yeah. He used to say that golf is played on a five-inch course.

In the space between your ears.

All right, this game is--

This game is mental.

Now, your real opponent isn't out there on the course.

It's right here.

Now, if I'm being honest,

when I started this team, I just wanted to be a member of that club right there.

I showed you boys the rules of the game, you know,

how to smile, how to act, how to dress.

Showed you boys how to fit in, so they wouldn't laugh at you.

Well, so… so they wouldn't laugh at me.

You know, all I wanted was for them to accept us.

Today's different.

Today you have the opportunity to make 'em respect us.

Now, these teams, they're the best in the state,

and they've had access to a lot of things you boys haven't.

Best courses. Top-of-the-line gear.

[scoffs]

Probably a better coach.

But the best golfer isn't the one with the fanciest clubs or the nicest shoes

or any of that stuff.

It's the one who can summon the will to keep swinging when things get tough.

Till your hands are bleeding

and you've got sweat on your face and sand in your eyes.

But you keep moving towards that flag.

And that's you boys.

Every single one of you.

All right, you--

you belong here.

Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.

Not even me.

Let's get a "Mustangs" on three, hmm?

Come on. Bring it in.

-One, two, three. Mustangs! -Mustangs!

[no audible dialogue]

-Good shot. -We're in first, aren't we?

[exhales] Yes.

But, look, I want you to play like you're behind, all right?

Stay focused.

Bring it home.

I'm sorry. I was about--

Can you do me a favor?

I got my tractor with the range armor in it over there.

Can you keep an eye on it for me for, like, say, 30 minutes?

Sure. Yeah.

The keys are in the ignition.

Okay.

You got 30 minutes.

Thanks, Pollo.

You grounded your club in the sand.

That's a two-stroke penalty.

I did not ground my club.

I say you did.

Well, you're lying.

Yeah. Well, it's your word against mine.

Who's gonna believe a wetback?

[inhales sharply]

That makes you mad, huh?

What are you gonna do about it?

Do something.

Come on, Joe. Let it go.

Come on.

Do something.

Hit me, you stupid wetback.

-Yeah! -[cheering]

Yes!

[laughs]

You did it! You did it!

Guys.

-Oh, man. I'm so proud of you. -Thanks, Coach.

I'm so proud of you.

Way to go.

I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

There's your trophy, Coach.

[laughs]

Hey, hey. Hey!

Wait a minute.

What about the award ceremony?

Doesn't look like the weather's gonna let us do it this year.

Now, hold on.

That's bullshit.

Maybe next year.

Shame on you, Roberts.

Hey, come on, boys. Get your heads up.

Listen.

Today you boys showed honor and dignity.

Right, you earned your right to be here.

So I want you to straighten your backs, raise your chins

and march through that clubhouse and show your respect for the game.

-And for yourselves. -JB--

It's okay.

-Felipe, tuck in your shirt. -Okay.

-Everybody straighten up. -[Frank] Come on, boys.

-I'll lead you there myself. Come on. -It's fine, Coach.

We can do this.

Take this with you.

[chattering]

[chattering stops]

[cheering, whistling in distance]

[cheering]

Yes!

You did it!

Yes!

JB.

You got a call.

-It's too hot. It's too hot. -[laughs] Too hot.

Hello.

Hey, Coach. It's Joe.

Hey, Joe. What's going on?

I just wanted to let you know that I won't be able to make tomorrow's tee time.

No, it's all right. How about, uh-- How about Sunday?

I don't think I can make that either.

Hey. Everything okay, Joe?

I think so.

I finally got my eye on the flag.

[chuckles]

Bye, Coach.

Bye, Joe.

[chuckles]

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