Stick (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

1
Can I interest anybody in a Pepsi
or a beer or
Actually, that's your only options.
No takers?
How you doin'?
Well, it would've been good to know that
we were gonna have another
strange man with us for eight weeks.
- I understand.
- Yeah.
I've known the guy for 30 years.
He's great. He's really sweet, I promise.
How we doing, Ricky?
- Love this guy. How old is he?
- Hmm. Yeah.
- He's 18 years.
- Eighteen.
[chattering on radio]
How you doin', skipper?
You want me to take over the helm?
You can stretch your legs.
- You never said anything about dogs.
- I didn't know.
I mean, come on, they're so tiny
we're not even gonna notice 'em.
And the old one back there,
he might not even make it to next week.
Then there'll just be two.
We'll end up missing him.
[Mitts] Excuse me. Miss?
[clicks tongue] Elena. My name is Elena.
- Yeah. Elena
- Yeah.
can you take the dog off the dinette?
We eat there.
[Elena] Ah.
[in Spanish] Look who's talking.
Like he's so fancy.
[speaks Spanish]
I am fancy. Very fancy!
[in English] I worked construction
in a former life. I hablo a little bit.
- Ah, okay. Ya.
- Gracias. Ya.
Hey, let's play I Spy.
You guys want to?
Would that be fun?
Or actually, no,
we could do the license plate game.
Or maybe punch buggy?
That one gets intense. [stammers]
[sighs]
Or you wanna just play Russian roulette?
And I'll go first.
[Pryce] Pretty good.
Hey, maybe try to keep
your weight forward and stay tall,
'cause that'll help you
clip it off the turf.
[Pryce chuckles]
Nice.
Question.
What do you do when you get in a slump?
What d What do you mean?
You know, when things go sideways
and you need to snap out of it.
You know, like if you get negative.
I don't know.
Come on. Everybody has something.
[stammers] Elena,
what do you do when
you need to calm down?
I drink.
Besides that.
I think of the beach. And drinking on it.
See? Perfect visualization.
When your mom gets overwhelmed,
she goes to her happy place.
The beach. And alcohol.
- For me, it's music.
- [chuckles]
When things get dark,
I start singing "Cecilia" in my head.
What's Cecilia?
[Pryce] "Cecilia," by
Simon and Garfunkel.
It's one of the greatest
feel-good songs of all time.
When I was playing,
and I'd start to kind of spin out,
to calm down I'd sing "Cecilia."
Cortisol levels drop.
System begins to relax.
Negative loop broken.
I defy anyone to listen to "Cecilia"
and stay in a bad mood.
You can't do it. It's not possible.
- I'll play it for you sometime.
- "Cecilia."
[Elena] Julito. Julio. [speaks Spanish]
Come on, girls.
Julio. [speaks Spanish]
[chuckles]
What's so funny?
Look what we've done to the wolves.
- [chuckling]
- Ricky's not a wolf. [sniffs]
He's a Chihuahua mix.
All dogs are descended from wolves,
and I bet they had no idea
they'd be wearing sweaters
and carried around like handbags.
[chuckles]
[chuckles, inhales deeply]
Your fly's open.
Descended from monkeys.
[speaking Spanish]
[theme song playing]
[Pryce grunts, sighs]
[stammers] Why did we stop?
We're here.
Where's the hotel?
What hotel?
The hotel we're staying in.
No, we're not staying in a hotel.
Why do you think we have an RV?
Well, I assumed y-you two lived in it?
No. Mitts owns a home.
I once lived in a home.
No, no, this will be
good for camaraderie.
We get campfires and s'mores and kumbaya.
Look, Mitts and I will take the bunks
and you guys take the big bed.
[Mitts] Whoa. Wait a minute.
That's a Tempur-Pedic Cloud back there,
and I need it for my lumbar.
I know, but you can just
put a pillow behind your back.
I have sciatica.
What the hell's a pillow gonna do?
Pryce, I'm not sleeping or showering
in a crappy RV with two strange men.
Whoa, whoa. This is not a crappy RV.
It was voted motor coach of the year
in 2006.
Elena, why would you spend your money
on a hotel when we have beds here?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm not spending money. You are.
[stammers]
My money's a little tied up right now.
In case you forgot,
I just wrote you a pretty sizable check.
You're like the richest person in here.
- Yeah, but Pryce, that was our deal.
- [stammers, scoffs]
Do you not remember our deal?
I said pay for our travel expenses.
Yeah. I meant, like, snacks, magazines,
and dinners with no appetizers.
I'm not sleeping with my mom, guys.
It's a beautiful RV.
This RV has the highest resale value of
any class A motor coach on the market,
- thank you.
- [Elena] I don't care.
I'm not sleeping in here. Okay?
There's a DoubleTree a few miles back,
and I want to go there.
- There's a DoubleTree?
- Yeah.
Absolutely not.
- But it's a DoubleTree.
- Not happening, Pryce.
Well, welcome back, Mr. Dandry.
I see you have some
four-legged friends with you.
[typing]
- Well, of our pet-friendly rooms
- Hey.
we have a junior suite.
Yeah. Don't need a suite.
Well, the suites come with a kitchenette.
Don't need a kitchenette.
Mmm. Kitchenette could be nice.
We have a courtyard room
with a view of the pool.
Don't need a courtyard.
Don't need a view. Just a bed.
- Two beds.
- Two beds.
Well, would you be interested in
upgrading
- No.
- No.
No. Just the room, four walls. That's it.
Please.
[Pryce] See? Solutions.
That's why they say
the Pryce is right. [chuckles]
Okay, get some rest.
We gotta tee off at high noon.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Good night.
[Pryce] Okay.
Today is going to be a walk in the park.
This place is made for your game.
Fairways are long and collecting.
- Mm-hmm.
- Back nine's mostly downhill.
- You'll have
- Which is good, so what do I win?
Actually, today we don't worry
about winning or losing.
- We're just gonna get the juices flowing.
- Okay.
- [Elena] Hmm.
- What?
- [Santi chuckling] Oh.
- Yeah.
- Open your arms, mi amor. Yeah.
- [Pryce] What's this?
Maybe I should get a little hit
of whatever that is.
That is palo santo wood.
She used to do this before every tourney.
- Mm-hmm.
- Cleans the energy, gets the vibe right.
- Yeah. It connects us to our ancestors.
- [exhales] I like it.
- [chuckles]
- Smells like a Dead show.
Feel like it's summoning birdies
and eagles.
- [Santi] It is.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Okay. So, just to recap, just have fun.
No pressure.
Just gonna deice the wings.
[Mitts] Goddamn it!
You okay?
- What's wrong?
- What's the matter?
Her dog got into the storage box
and pissed.
Smells like a fuckin' kennel in here.
And how do you know
it was one of my dogs?
Did you climb into the box and piss?
No, I don't think so.
So it must've been one of your dogs.
Probably that Mister Rogers mutt
with his dumb sweater.
- [Pryce] Just relax, all right?
- [Elena scoffs]
We can deal with it later.
Mitts, we need to sign in.
You go. I gotta take care of this
before it sets.
Good idea. Yeah.
Anything I can do?
For starters you could maybe
house train your mutts.
Aside from that,
how about getting me some club soda
so I can get the stink
out before it sets?
A "please" would be nice.
Welcome to this year's
Sparkling Meadows championship.
[golfers cheering]
Today's tournament is a shotgun start.
Kathy has your
pairings over at the table.
And a big shout-out to Chuck Gray,
our last year's winner.
All right. Play well. Play timely.
And, uh, have fun.
You want to head out to the first tee,
stretch a little?
- I'll meet you out there.
- Yeah. Okay.
Take some putts too.
[exhales]
[sighs]
[gasps] Ooh.
Hi. What can I get you?
Hi. Strange request.
I have a a little situation
happening in a motor home.
Can I buy a pitcher
of club soda from you?
Uh, yeah, sure. Just give me one minute.
[sighs]
What's that beautiful
thing you're making?
This is a birdie bellini.
So it's prosecco, peach puree,
and Malfy gin.
I'ma have one of those while I wait.
- Yes, ma'am.
- [chuckles]
- Yeah.
- [golfers laughing]
Excuse me, honey.
How we looking on that round?
Give me one minute.
- [golfer] Another minute?
- [laughing]
Golf bros.
I despise golf bros.
- Yeah. At least they tip like shit.
- [chuckles]
Jesus Christ.
It's like this dog had a fucking agenda.
Did they all come in here? What the fuck.
Oh, my God. Fuck!
Son of a bitch!
Come on!
[sighs] Oh, fuck.
[grunting]
[straining]
Goddamn it!
Are you hustling me?
I feel like you're trying to hustle me.
Oh, I'm not hustling anybody.
I'm suggesting you put your money
where your mouth is.
I mean, you're the one who's in here
saying your nephew's some kind of hotshot.
I never said hotshot.
I said he's a talented kid, which he is.
[Chuck] Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
You said he was
gonna win it all today, right?
[stammers] He'll clean house,
that's what you said.
Isn't that what he said?
It's what you said.
Well, I mean, he's my nephew.
I'm a home-teamer.
But I never mentioned
money. That was you.
It's 500 bucks.
I mean, you don't have 500 bucks?
Of course I got 500 bucks.
That's not the point.
We're talking about betting on a child.
Oh, come on. Give me a break.
It's my sister's kid.
It just feels inappropriate.
- All right. So don't call it a bet.
- What do I call it?
Something else. I don't know.
Um, you're seeding your own 529 form.
What's a 529 form?
It's an education fund for college.
You're being a good uncle.
Yeah, but if he loses,
I gotta pay you $500.
But he's not gonna lose, right?
- It's what you said. Back it up.
- [sighs]
Geez. My sister did say college
is expensive.
It is.
All right, but if we're gonna do this,
we should at least help the kid
pay for his books.
[chuckles] That's what I'm talking about.
- Oh. What did I get myself into?
- Yes. [groans, chuckles]
Any questions?
What's the course record?
Exactly.
Good drive.
[Chuck] Uh-huh. Appreciate it.
[blows] It's gonna be a good day.
[golfers chuckling]
So this lady goes into the pro shop
and she asks,
"Do you have something for a bee sting?"
The pro goes, "Where'd it sting you?"
She says,
"Between the first and second hole."
The pro goes, "Well, first of all,
your stance is too wide." [chuckles]
Oh, you not laughing?
You didn't think it was funny?
No, I did.
Uh, the first time
I heard it two months ago
from a woman
who actually stuck the landing.
- I'm sorry. I got more of
- Please don't touch me.
- [golfers] Ooh, feisty.
- [patron] Okay.
- How about this one?
- [chuckles]
[waiter sighs]
What do you call a blonde
at the golf course?
- What?
- The 19th hole.
[golfers chuckling]
No, come on. It's fu
- [groans]
- [golfers gasp, chuckle]
What the fuck?
- [manager] Zero!
- [patron] Fuck.
[stammers] Sir, I'm terribly sorry.
You're apologizing to him?
Zero, can we talk
quietly in the kitchen, please?
No, no. You know what?
We can do this right here.
You're gonna fire me
because you think I should just smile
- and let assholes be assholes.
- [golfers chuckle]
But you know what, Mr. Bronwyn?
I'm gonna do you a favor, I quit.
[golfers chuckle]
I'm so sorry. I will be right back.
[golfer 1] Fucking bitch.
[golfer 2] I know.
Women have no sense of humor.
- [chuckling]
- Really?
She's fucking nuts though
- [groans] What the fuck?
- [speaking Spanish]
[Santi] So what are you thinking?
[Pryce] You see that wind blowing?
I think hit a little knockdown shot.
Just a three-quarter swing,
weight on your front foot,
ball back in your stance
and hold the finish.
Got it.
[Pryce] Whew.
Yes.
- I see what you're doing. [laughs]
- You said to hold my finish.
And to think I thought
you might not be coachable.
- Come on!
- [chuckles] What?
- [Mitts] Is someone there?
- [gasps, speaking Spanish]
[exclaims]
[breathes heavily]
Where the hell are you?
I'm under the bed. What took you so long?
[stammers] It was very busy.
And they were very short-staffed.
Why are you under the bed?
Look, there's a latch
on the side of the bed.
- That'll unlock it and then just
- Okay.
lift the handle up
to lift the mattress.
[Mitts] You see it?
[Elena] Oh, no, this looks wrong. [sighs]
[Mitts] What?
- [stammers] Everything is bent.
- Fuck.
Like [stammers] things
that should not be bent, are bent.
[Mitts] Oh, shit.
The struts must have snapped
when it dropped.
- Yeah. [breathing heavily]
- Okay, listen.
You're gonna need
to get under the carriage
and grab my screw gun, all right?
We need to take off the hinges.
[sighs]
[golfers exclaim]
[chuckles]
- [golfers clamoring]
- [golfer 3] Uh-oh.
[golfer 4] All right, buddy.
What happened there?
[sighs] I don't know.
I do. Your stance is all over the place
and the ball is too forward.
Come on, you gotta think
before you hit, Bamm-Bamm.
Be smart.
Actually, you know what?
Scratch the wedge.
Let's just use the eight iron here.
We're 30 yards out.
No, I know.
But just hit a little bump and run.
Just choke down on it.
You got all that green.
It's easy.
Here we go.
You got this.
What the hell was that?
You're the one that told me
to hit the eight, right?
- So I hit the eight.
- Hey, I said hit a bump and run.
I didn't say skull it
across the county line.
It was a mishit, it's not a big deal.
- Right.
- Nice try.
- [scoffs]
- [sighs]
[sighs]
It's okay, he'll bounce back.
[sighs]
Damn it!
[groans]
[chuckles]
I thought you'd bounce back.
You're six over. Are you kidding me?
[stammers] Is it the new clubs
or something?
Do you need a burger?
Is it low blood sugar?
[sighs]
What, we're just shrugging now?
Listen, I'm trying to understand
what's going on with you. Help me.
You're six over on the front nine,
for God's sakes.
Whatever.
No, it's not whatever, okay?
You've double bogeyed
the last three holes.
- I'm having a bad day, Pryce.
- Santi, no.
A bad day for a player like you
is better than anything
these goobs could ever hope for.
We gotta pull out of this.
Are you listening to me?
Hey, sit up!
Wake up, and start playing
like you want to be here.
Get your head in the game.
Santi?
[sighs]
[sighs]
Whoa!
What are you so pissed about?
You got a lot of big mad happening.
What's going on?
Just some asshole.
[chuckles]
Yeah, I came across
a few of those myself today.
[groans] It's not working.
[Mitts] Which screw gun are you using?
You use a different screw gun
for different purposes?
I'm using the yellow one.
You're stripping the screws,
I can hear it.
[sighs, stammers]
Don't yell at me, please.
[exclaims, speaking Spanish]
- [sucks teeth]
- Have you seen Santi?
[sighs] But he was supposed to be
with you.
[Mitts] Pryce, get me out of here.
- Mitts, what
- [sighs]
- [sucks teeth]
- Are you under the bed?
No, I'm a fucking ghost.
Yes, I'm under the bed.
Why are you under the bed?
[Mitts] Because I got stuck under
the bed. Can you get me out, please?
Yeah, no, pero, Pryce, what
happened with Santi? What's going on?
[Pryce] Ah, it's nothing. He's fine.
He had a rough front nine
and we kinda got into a little thing.
What kind of little thing?
- [Mitts] Excuse me.
- Nothing.
I mean, I barked at him a little bit.
- [Mitts] Hello.
- What did you say?
I said he needed to get his head
in the game
'cause he's not playing up
to his potential.
- [Mitts] Guys?
- Then he stormed off.
[sighs]
- You pulled a Gary Wheeler.
- [Pryce] A what?
Yeah. That's the kind of thing
his father used to say.
- [inhales sharply]
- What does that mean?
[sighs] Santi's dad was his biggest fan
when he played good.
But when he was not playing so good,
Gary was an asshole.
A yelling, humiliating,
poking him in the chest,
"Get your head in the game,"
kind of asshole.
- [Mitts] Why were you leaning on the kid?
- What?
[Mitts] It's a dog track tourney.
It means nothing.
- Why were you yelling at him?
- Yeah.
Because he was six over on the front nine
and I was trying
to light a fire under him.
[Mitts] So what? It doesn't mean
anything. There is nothing at stake.
- Or is there?
- I should get back.
- [Mitts] You got money on it, don't you?
- What? No. No.
- [Elena] What?
- [Mitts] You fucking idiot.
- No, I didn't
- [Elena] Okay, what?
Says the guy trapped under the bed.
How much did you put on him?
I can hear it in your voice.
You're scratching your ear right now,
aren't you?
- Yes, he is. He's doing that.
- [Pryce] No, I wasn't. [chuckles]
[Mitts] That's what he does
when he's lying.
- I had an itch, come on.
- Did you bet on my kid?
- No, I [stammers] I didn't. No. No.
- [Mitts] He did.
Pryce, you told me
this whole thing was legit.
This is legit. It's not a big deal.
It's a few bucks.
It's a few bucks?
Look, I got to go.
The back nine's about to start.
[Mitts] Pryce!
[sighs]
[Mitts] Did he leave?
Elena?
Did Did you leave?
Yeah, I don't I mean, this guy Pryce
sounds like he's exploiting you.
You know, he's making you jump
through his hoops for his own ego
- and personal gain, you know what I mean?
- Yeah.
Yeah, like, it's so obvious. It's cliché.
It's what these capitalists do.
It's the same shit that
these tight-ass country club managers
do to people like me.
They're like, "Stay in line,
follow our rules."
Like, fuck you.
I'm not your proverbial bitch.
- [sighs]
- [chuckles]
[chuckles] I mean it.
Yeah, I know.
- Try harder.
- [Elena] I'm trying.
[groans] It's not working.
Nothing's moving.
Try yanking.
[sighs]
What is the difference
between yanking and pulling?
It's a swifter action.
- [sighs]
- [stammers] It's more deliberate.
Aha, okay, more deliberate. Okay, okay.
[inhales sharply] Hold on, let me
[groans, speaks Spanish]
[groaning]
- [sighs] It's not working.
- So what are you doing?
- Are you just sitting on the bed now?
- [sighs]
[sighs] Okay, look
[sighs] I know how to get you out.
Then do it.
But before I do it,
we need to have a conversation.
Are you kidding me?
You wanna have a conversation
while I'm trapped under a bed?
- We need to set some boundaries.
- Oh, my God.
I don't like the way you talk to me.
I mean, I've only known you for 24 hours
and you're quacking orders at me.
Like all nilly-willy.
Mm-mmm. No.
No, you're very condescending.
You act like you don't want me
to be in your RV.
I don't want you in my RV.
Well, too bad because we're here.
And the way you treat me is unacceptable.
[sighs]
I was married to an asshole before,
and I'm not married to him anymore.
So while we're here,
we're gonna be civil.
Is that clear?
Is that clear?
Yes. Yes, it's clear.
- Now can you please
- [sighs]
get me out of here?
Yes, I can.
Great.
[ringing]
[dispatcher] 911, what's your emergency?
Uh, hi. I have a man trapped in a bed.
And it's not as sexy as it sounds.
This guy really gave
your mom a hundred grand?
Yep.
Okay, so you must be good.
I am.
How good are you?
Like for real, how good?
Like, really good.
- Hmm, like, really, really good?
- [chuckles]
- Yeah, all the "really's." Yeah.
- Okay.
So then what happened today?
I don't know. I
I was playing great and then on five I
[sighs] I choked, I got in my head.
And then Pryce started being an asshole
and then it just got even worse. And I
No, screw that. Screw that.
You can't just, like,
give your power away like that.
You know what I mean?
Especially not to that idiot.
You can't just let him take
what's intrinsically yours.
I'm-I'm talking about extreme ownership
of your gifts.
You know what I mean?
Look, there's still more golf, right?
Back nine.
Okay. So, get out there
and show them what's up.
- Own it.
- [chuckles]
I'm assessing your player
a one stroke penalty.
What? No.
If he's not back on the tee box
in five minutes, he's DQ'd.
I thought it's ten minutes.
- What if it's a medical emergency that
- Hey! I heard that.
Your nephew doesn't finish,
you pay up three G's.
Okay, okay. Just give me a little space.
Just a Hula-Hoop of distance.
Okay, what are you saying?
You're not the kind of guy
who's gonna skip out on a bet, are you?
I'm the last guy
who's gonna skip out on a bet.
I have my money right here.
Happy to pay if I lose.
- Do you have your money?
- I do.
Okay. [chuckles]
[clears throat]
[sighs]
[whispering] Come on, Mitts, pick up.
[Mitts] Hey. Leave a message.
Hey, it's me.
We might need to skip out on this.
Now there's a maintenance entrance
off the 14th hole.
I want you to bring the RV around,
wait for me there.
I'm gonna be walking, maybe running.
When you see me coming make sure
["Baba O'Riley" playing]
[crowd exclaims]
Oh, yeah.
Actually, this might not be over.
Call you back.
[chuckles] Come on.
Talk birdie to me.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
When you get it dialed in, then
You're gonna carry your own clubs?
[sighs] Okay.
[whispers] Come on.
[crowd exclaiming, cheering]
[crowd applauding]
- [crowd applauding]
- [scoffs]
[crowd exclaiming]
[groans] Come on.
[groans]
Come on.
- Yes.
- [crowd applauding]
[groans]
Come on!
- [crowd exclaims]
- Yeah!
[chuckles]
There it is.
[Zero chuckles]
[cheering]
Yes!
Come on! [chuckling]
- Yes.
- [crowd applauding, cheering continues]
[firefighter chatters, on radio]
[onlookers cheer]
[firefighter speaks indistinctly]
[Chuck] You hustled me.
Hustled you?
You're the one who wanted to bet.
- Come on.
- Jesus, I don't even care.
That was, hands down,
the best golf this course has ever seen.
It was pretty good, man.
[groans] All right.
- For his college fund.
- [groans] Higher learning.
- Congrats.
- Congrats. Yeah.
[Mitts] Whoa! Okay.
[sighs]
You fix it?
Yeah.
Look
about the RV. I'm just not used
to having people in here.
You know, it was always just,
uh, me and my wife.
And, uh,
I think that's why I've been edgy.
That's no reason to take it out on me.
I know. You're right.
You're right.
Okay, you good?
Yeah.
Okay.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- [cheering]
- [Pryce] Yes!
What a way to finish.
That's one of the best back nines
I have ever s
[sighs]
Santi, hey.
[groans] Whoa, hey.
Hold on a second.
Man [pants]
Look, I'm sorry the way
I talked to you today.
What can I say? I'm competitive.
Fuck off, Pryce.
[applauding]
Come on! Dude, extreme ownership.
- [Santi chuckles]
- [Zero] I wanna see it.
- Oh, my God, it's nice. It is cool.
- [Santi] It's cool, right?
[both speaking indistinctly]
Who the hell is that?
That?
That's trouble.