The Hawk (2026) s01e08 Episode Script

[ethereal music rises slowly]
[Lonnie] You know those moments in life
where you wanna pinch yourself and say,
"How did I get here?"
[distorted soundscape]
How did a boy from Yuba City, California,
find himself in a room full of guns
and flying bodies?
Life is a kaleidoscope
of colorful candy, isn't it?
You can't taste it
if you don't reach for it.
[music stops]
Everyone cool down. Okay?
Let's take the temperature down a notch.
Again, my name is Lonnie Hawkins.
This is my wife, Stacy Hawkins.
We are estranged, but we're working on it.
That is our son, Lance Hawkins.
And this gentleman right over here
is my wife's current beau, Radish Dunkirk.
Radford Phipps, an absolute pleasure.
And I believe that woman
there in the stocking cap
is my one-time caddie, Sam.
I don't know you, dude.
My name's not Sam. It's Delroy McDowell.
Sam, shut it. It's important the killers
know our names and that we're real people.
I'm still gonna blow his hand off
if I don't get my money.
Swear to God, if you do that,
I will rip your dick off!
I'd be careful, Cuddle Bear.
She's ripped off one dick today.
She is like Santa Claus
with a big old bag full of dicks.
If you're gonna shoot a hand,
why don't you just shoot his hand.
- It's already broken.
- We don't know that.
It's probably badly sprained
and in no way will affect my golf game.
Then why does it smell?
It could be infected.
We'll know more
in the next 48 to 72 hours.
- It does smell.
- I don't wanna…
Fat guy, stop talking.
- I'm not fat.
- Shut it!
Okay.
But seriously, you know,
my BMI is normal for someone my size.
- Y'all need to shut up!
- [gunfire]
- Oh!
- [shrieking]
- [screams]
- We're in control now.
- [shrieks]
- [Sam] That's right.
We're in control,
so I'm gonna need you three
to take your kid and get out of here.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Lance! Come on, let's go!
- Bye, Tony Hawk.
- No!
- They call him The Hawk ♪
- Hawk! ♪
He's a golfer ♪
The greatest golfer in the world! ♪
Everyone in. Get in. Get in. Come on.
- [panting]
- What the fuck?
- What are we doing in here?
- Sam told me to hide.
- Who's Sam?
- Dad's old caddie with the gun.
What? So your caddie told you to hide?
- Oh my God!
- [all exclaiming]
Oh, holy shit. That was crazy.
- I knew it!
- It's Delroy.
Oh, I missed you. I was wrong.
I never should have fired you.
I miss the noises you make when you talk.
I miss how I…
I used to ask for my sand wedge,
and you'd give me a putter.
You're erratic, and… and awful driving.
- Awful!
- [quietly] What the fuck?
I miss you, buddy.
What I'm trying to say is I need ya.
Firing you was the biggest mistake
I've ever made.
And I've made very few,
if any at all. I mean…
Maybe that seven… iron, going with seven
iron on the fifth hole at the Old Course.
Old Henry, he wanted me
to go with an eight iron.
But the wind started to pick up,
and I thought if I just hit an easy seven,
I could keep the ball
from ballooning on me.
Maybe I swang too hard, I don't know.
[softly] Point is, nothing can compare
to that decision to let you go.
It was wrong. I need you.
I need you more than anyone.
Well, you know what, Lonnie?
You should've thought about all that
before you fired my ass.
[quietly] Oh my God. Shut up.
You could have killed someone, lady.
Oh, you're welcome.
- You fucking shitbag.
- Whoa…
I just saved your freaking hand
from getting blown off.
She's 100% correct.
If it wasn't for me and this lady
saving your ass with some Rambo shit--
- Yeah.
- Why are you screaming and yelling at me?
You didn't do dick.
I'm surprised you didn't pee your pants.
- I didn't do dick?
- Yeah.
- No.
- I did so much.
But I want to thank you, Sam,
for saving my son's hand.
- Not that it was worth saving, but…
- Mom!
- What? I am sick of your bullshit, Lance.
- Rude.
I am sick and tired of it.
You're worse than your father.
Kill them both. I don't even care.
- Whoa.
- Oh, whoa, whoa…
I don't kill people.
I just, you know, shoot the ceilings.
Still cool.
At least no one got hurt.
Yeah? What about this?
[all gasping]
- [Stacy] Lance!
- Your right hand!
- Yeah.
- That's incredible.
Yeah. Why is that incredible?
You're Luke Skywalker. I'm Darth Vader.
Father and son losing the same hand.
We're connected for eternity.
You know, I can't even feel it.
Maybe I'm unbreakable.
[Radford] I think I may be able
to explain why you can't feel it.
[chuckles, sighs]
Radford, you're shot!
Yes, I seem to have
inadvertently caught a bullet.
Can I just bring up the one thing that I
think we're all thinking about right now?
This was an incredible family moment!
One to be cherished.
- And we're in Las Vegas.
- [Stacy] Lonnie…
[quietly] Boxcars! Right?
Hiding from gangsters.
- The list goes on and on.
- [both] It's a great city.
"For a woman, wert thou first created."
"Until nature, as she wrought thee,
fell a-doting…"
- [frantic music plays]
- Okay. He's babbling.
Oh, he's not making any sense.
- We gotta get him help.
- Por favor.
[Lonnie] Come on, Radcliffe.
Don't ruin this trip, please.
- [Stacy] Here we are. Okay, great.
- [Radford] Yes.
- [Stacy] Okay, good.
- [panting]
You're doing great.
Okay, now let me hear you say it.
Self… inflicted.
- Good job.
- I knew I liked you, Radcliffe.
[Stacy] Good. Okay.
[frantic music halts]
You know, they try to get you on the bacon
'cause they cook it in that greasy pan
to force you not to eat so much.
- That's when I dive in to the ham.
- Oh yeah.
The ham, that's where you win.
You win with the ham.
And the sausage, both types.
Can we talk about
the elephant in the room?
- Stacy, I did not wet my pants, okay?
- I'm talking about our son!
Oh, let me guess. You don't like the hair.
Does the pink shock you?
I look fucking awesome.
I like the hair. My man looks cool.
- Yeah, me too.
- Thank you.
I thought you looked like
Machine Gun Kelly
when I busted through that hotel room.
Colson Baker.
- Enough. Not the hair.
- I like her. She's cool.
I leave him alone for one night
and he almost throws away
his entire career.
- Our son needs help. Can you see that?
- Hey! I had that situation under control.
Okay? I did.
Yeah, you're right, Stacy. He's a mess.
And it's affecting his game.
His game?
Do you even give a shit about
anything outside of his golf game?
- Oh, do you?
- Excuse me?
Seriously, you only care about me winning
for your stupid drink.
And you lied to me. Dad told me.
You said he messed up my Legos when
I was a kid. I didn't even have Legos.
You just lied to my face.
It's true, Stacy. You did lie.
You can be a bad mother sometimes.
- [Lance] Mm-hmm.
- The two of you, please!
You don't think I can see what's going on
with the gambling addiction,
the drinking, lying, cheating?
I told you that story
so you could keep focused
so that this shit wouldn't happen.
That's why I did it.
- No. No.
- Yes.
You told me that story
because you're both selfish fucks.
Hey! Don't talk to your mother that way!
She's a very good mother
and a very sexy woman.
You'd be lucky to roll around the bed
with someone like this.
- Dude, what the fuck?
- What do you mean?
- [Lance] It's my mom!
- [Lonnie] I know. She's hot as shit.
- [Sam] She is.
- Fucking stop.
Hey, my wife and I
are here on a family retreat.
Would you mind not swearing?
[all] Fuck off!
- Yeah, maybe fuck off, guy.
- [Sam] You heard him. Get out of here.
Can you please be a dad
for just one second, Lonnie?
- What, I…
- One second is all I ask.
[Lonnie] I took him to a steak dinner.
We talked about life. What have you done?
- I do everything all the time.
- [Lance] Oh my God, listen to yourselves!
Nothing's your fault.
It's just the other person's fault.
Well, in this particular case…
Oh, my… Dad, Mom,
I love you. I do.
But for now, why don't you just
stay the fuck out of my life, okay?
I'll figure my own shit out.
I'm taking my pancakes.
[sighs deeply] Look, it has been
an emotional day, you know,
with the gunshots and the yelling
and the running and the crying.
- I think everybody's just on edge.
- Yeah. A very weird day.
- [Sam] Mm-hm.
- A weird day.
- Yeah.
- Very strange day.
- Long, strange day.
- [bluesy jazz music playing]
Very strange.
A day like no other.
So weird.
Very weird.
A day filled with raw… emotion.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
Yeah.
I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom too.
Um, should I come too?
- No.
- [music fades]
[sighs]
I better not get stuck with this bill.
- [music picks up]
- Oh, Lonnie.
- Oh, stay there.
- Oh, God.
- Oh, get in. Get inside.
- Oh, watch my hand.
- [grunts]
- [both panting]
Do I have sausage breath?
- Shh!
- [grunts]
[toilet flushing]
[Stacy] Oh, Lonnie.
[both moaning]
[Lonnie] Squeeze my nuts!
- [Stacy] Go harder!
- [Lonnie groans] Squeeze!
Squeeze. Squeeze 'em. Tighter.
- [Stacy] Deeper.
- [Lonnie] Yeah.
[both shouting] Oh! Oh!
Better not hurt himself.
[quick intriguing music playing]
- [man] How's the ham?
- [utensils clink]
[music fades]
[exhales deeply]
[sighs]
One-time deal, Lonnie.
Same thing you said
the night we made Lance.
One-time… deal.
If you say so.
- Stop thinking what you're thinking.
- Okay, yeah. I'm good.
Are we terrible parents, Lonnie?
What? No.
He wanted to be you his whole life.
That's all he wanted.
But he's not you.
Golf is fun for you,
but it's not fun for him anymore.
I mean, maybe it was once,
but now he's just playing
to get to your heart.
But he doesn't know what I know.
You don't have a heart.
[scoffs]
Hold on. I have a heart.
I failed him. I failed my own son.
[Lonnie] Oh…
No, look.
I have a heart, I do.
We still got time.
[somber music playing]
Come on.
You're such a good mother.
You are. Do you know that?
- Thank you, Lonnie. You're sweet.
- You're a great mom.
Thank you, Lonnie.
What the fuck are you doing?
- What? Nothing, I'm…
- Jesus, Lonnie.
I'm horny.
All of a sudden, you don't get horny?
I'll see you, Lonnie.
I rocked your world.
One-time deal.
I did. I rocked her world. You heard it.
Are you looking for your friend?
- Yeah. Did you see her?
- She left. Yeah.
Wanna know where she went?
- Oh, you know?
- Yep.
She left me a message to give to you.
- Well, uh, where'd she go?
- Hm.
Are you going to apologize to my wife
for your potty mouth?
What? Are you kidding me?
Vegas is a huge city, friend.
She could have gone anywhere.
Okay. Sorry, lady, for what I said.
There. Where'd she go?
No. I mean, that's not an apology.
- You can do better.
- Dude, this is important, okay?
I can't lose that woman.
It's a matter of life or death, okay?
Basic civility is also important.
Without it, we don't have
a society that works, do we?
So, please, try again.
Lady, I'm deeply sorry
for my foul language.
Hey, guy, you get one more shot at this.
If you can't nail it,
I zip my mouth till the rapture happens.
- Dude!
- Uh-oh. It's beginning to zip.
No. Unzip.
Ma'am, uh, I… am so sorry
for what transpired earlier.
That… that type of language,
it's inexcusable.
And I hope you accept
my sincerest apology.
I'm gonna make every effort to become
a better person starting right now.
Your friend said to meet her
at Deuce's Wild at 2:00 p.m.
Thank you.
And for putting me through all that,
you know what I'm gonna say to you?
I have a… I have a general idea.
Have a nice day.
The Hawk's a bit of a wild card.
Ma'am.
Who the fuck is the Hawk?
["What Kind of Man Are You"
by Dolores Johnson plays]
So you gave that Christian guy 100 bucks
to make him apologize?
Yep. But if I know this Hawkins guy,
he ain't never showing up.
- [scoffs]
- [door opening]
[dramatic Old West-style music plays]
[golf spikes clicking]
[clicking echoing]
Well, well, well, Mr. Hawkins.
[music fades]
You're the pickle guy.
What are you doing here?
He's, uh… my dad.
[Sam's dad] Sit.
- We need to talk.
- Dad, that's not necessary.
Samantha, we're just two fathers
having a talk.
Right?
Do you have a code
that you live by, Mr. Hawkins?
I do. "Play it as it lies."
Okay, that's not a code.
That's a rule in golf.
But, see, I have a code.
And Sam knows the code I live by.
See, she lied to me. She stole from me.
And now she came back here
to make it right.
Why are you here, Mr. Hawkins?
Well, I came to get Sam. We're…
We're gonna be playing in the US Open.
And why should she trust you?
I don't trust you.
You say you need Sam, but you fired her.
Sam is my daughter, Mr. Hawkins.
And you broke her heart.
What if I treated your son
the way you're treating my daughter?
You couldn't fire him, 'cause…
you're not in the same line of work--
Oh, Lonnie, do you even have a heart?
You know what? Get the fuck out of here.
And leave my daughter alone.
[somber music playing]
[sighs]
["Di' una parola"
by Antonello Venditti plays]
You know what?
You're the second person today
who's questioned my heart.
And that's bullshit.
I have a heart.
Marley and Me's my favorite movie.
I can't make it through "I'm Not in Love"
by 10cc without falling apart,
so don't tell me I don't have a heart.
I came here for Sam.
Sam, whose last name I don't even know,
who has the worst taste of clothing
of anyone I've met.
- What?
- [song continues]
Who doesn't know anything about golf,
but is the best damn caddie in the world.
I came here
because I need her,
and she needs me.
I have a heart, Mr. Sam's dad.
Yeah.
Right on.
Fuckin' A.
[Lonnie] Sam.
The bus is parked near the Walmart
on the west side of town.
I'm gonna be pulling out
in an hour for the US Open.
And I would love it
if you were behind the wheel.
I told you he's got balls.
He's a pickle guy.
Pickle guys are tough.
[narrator on TV] In the open savanna,
the cheetah pauses.
Wait, didn't we watch this already?
Mmm? I don't think so.
- Every shadow, a possibility.
- [doorbell rings]
- Did we order food?
- To the untrained eye…
I don't… I don't remember. Maybe.
Lance? What the fuck?
Crystal! [laughs] Hey, what's up?
Been a minute.
Just thought I'd, you know, drop on by.
Drop by?
What are you doing in Los Angeles?
- I'm just chillin'.
- Yeah?
Yeah, I'm good. I'm cool. I just, uh…
[inhales sharply]
Yeah, I just… [stifling sobs]
I was just in the area. [whimpering]
Okay.
- [crying] I'm sorry.
- Come on. No, come on. Let's go.
- What's wrong?
- [sobbing] Everything is wrong.
[somber music playing]
[Crystal sighs]
Natalie left me.
My dad's gonna beat me in the US Open.
[sobs] My mom doesn't even love me.
[sobbing] I lost all my money,
everything's gone to shit.
[whimpering]
[sniffling]
[grunts, sniffs] How you doing, though?
You straight?
- Yeah, I'm good, yeah.
- You been watching anything good lately?
Any shows or anything?
[engine rumbling]
[engine stops]
- [chittering]
- [shrieks] Oh shit!
- [chittering]
- [Lonnie] Whew! Man…
- Go over there.
- [Lonnie] How'd that thing get in there?
Oh man, did it make a nest?
That was all that
scratching noise… in there.
What you doing there?
Oh, I'm just, uh…
Just looking for something.
- You need help?
- No, thanks.
What's he looking for?
- What are you looking for?
- Oh, just… something for my kid. You know.
We got kids.
They don't want nothing to do with us.
I mean, you feed 'em, you clothe them,
you teach 'em everything you know…
Yeah.
…then they don't want
nothing to do with you.
Yeah, no, I consider myself
a pretty good dad.
You know, my kid's got everything.
Now he wants me to get lost.
It's hard to be a man in this world.
There is literally nothing harder.
Men have always had it the toughest.
Yeah, when are people gonna listen?
When are men gonna catch a break?
When?
- What happened to your hand?
- Uh… I… I think I broke it.
Is that painter's tape?
Yes, it is.
Respect.
Thank you. You don't know
how much that means to me.
[narrator on TV] For most animals,
eucalyptus is inedible…
I'm thinking about taking 'shrooms.
Okay, cool. Just save us some.
We'll join you in a bit.
You know, Lance, I'm glad you came,
'cause I still need that favor.
- [Lance] What favor?
- Remember I was telling you?
My dad, he wants his ashes spread
on the 18th green at Pebble Beach,
and, you know, the US Open is next week.
I figured maybe you could help me.
Eh… I don't know if I'm gonna
even play in the US Open.
Why? You qualified, right?
Yeah, but I don't know
if I even like golf anymore.
Did you ever like golf?
Yeah. I mean,
when we were kids, it was fun.
Hm. Well, why don't we
go find out if you still like golf?
It's self-inflicted.
So…
So then what happened?
Well, Lance ran off.
And then… Lonnie and I
had sex in the bathroom.
Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Radford.
Okay, do tell. Go on.
[sighs deeply] Well, I'm still
thinking about Golden Fisk's offer.
Because he told me the guys
at Mike's Hard Lemonade
could invest in Teed Off
if I partner with him.
- But Lance will hate me.
- Well, you don't know that.
- Maybe it's the best thing for Lance.
- Well…
What I don't understand
is why you'd have sex with a man you hate.
- [groans]
- I know.
So strange, right?
Mm-hmm.
You ever have
unresolved feelings inside you
that you don't want to face head-on…
and instead of dealing with them,
you just leave them unresolved?
I don't think so, no.
What do you think?
Am I a good person, Radford?
Oh, Stacy, people are complicated,
you know.
I think Walt Whitman said it best
when he said, "I exist--"
Just tell me, am I a good person?
I think you're a good person.
Do you think you're a good person?
Not right now, I don't.
- [ball strike]
- [Lance] Oh shit.
[Crystal] Mmm…
- Yup.
- Ah!
- Yup, still got it.
- Oh… Shit, that was not bad.
I mean, I beat my dad one time.
You beat Old Henry at golf?
No fucking way.
He was a scratch golfer.
I… cheated.
Can't cheat the game of golf.
You sound like your dad.
So when you said, "Don't let my dad win,"
you meant I should cheat?
No, that's not what I meant.
I meant, our dads,
they have this certain way of seeing us.
And every time I just tried to be
what he wanted me to be, I lost.
So I stopped seeing myself
as Old Henry's daughter and just… me.
And it definitely changed things.
- How's that supposed to help me win?
- What does your dad always say?
"You'd be shocked how many times
I had sex with your mother right there."
No, the other thing he used to say--
When we were kids.
- Golf is a mental game.
- Golf is a mental game.
- Sorry, he said a lot of stuff.
- He… Yeah.
So why don't you beat him
at the mental game?
- [intriguing music plays]
- Hmm.
[ball whooshes]
- [Crystal] Mm-hmm.
- [Lance] Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- [glass shatters]
- [Crystal] Oh! Okay.
That was bad, that one sounded bad.
- [Lonnie] God damn it.
- [twanging]
I must have lost 'em.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
I'm sorry, guy.
I know what it means to lose something.
I've had more playoff losses than wins.
It's that kind of day, Baron Davis.
I lost my son,
now I'm pretty sure I've lost my caddie.
Yeah, a good caddie's
like a dog whisperer.
A rare and beautiful thing.
- [horn honking]
- [engine revving]
[car hydraulics whirring]
["No Effort" by Princess Nokia playing]
Look at me
So clean, no effort ♪
Pony tail, ripped jeans
No effort ♪
Face clean, gold ring
No effort ♪
Insane, my chain
Big pressure ♪
[song fades]
Hey, hotshot.
Hay is for horses.
Yeah, but they may need supplemental
feeds depending on their workload.
Sam, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I fired you.
That will never happen again.
Jesus Christ.
What is this, an episode of Hoarders?
Trying to find my old clubs.
I thought Lance should have them.
What better way to prove to him
how much I love him?
I mean, other than giving him a kidney
or killing one of his enemies,
I can't think of a single other thing.
- Yeah.
- Well, what's in that crate over there?
Oh, just probably more of my shit.
Could be… My pellet gun might be in there.
- Oh, it could be my turtle coffin.
- Oh!
[bright instrumental plays]
- Nope.
- Will you lookie there!
[Sam laughs]
- You're like a bloodhound.
- That's right.
- I have a heart.
- Yeah.
[inhales]
I have a heart!
- [engine revs]
- [Sam and Lonnie] Whoo!
- [Sam] Pebble Beach?
- [Lonnie] Pebble Beach, Sam.
But first, let's find me a range
and see if I can hit with this hand.
["I'm Not In Love" by 10cc playing]
I'm not in love ♪
[groaning]
So don't forget it ♪
[glass shatters]
It's just a silly phase
I'm going through ♪
And just because ♪
I call you up ♪
Don't get me wrong ♪
Don't think you've got it made ♪
I'm not in love, no, no ♪
It's because… ♪
[music fades]
[swirling wind whistles]
[distant sirens wailing]
- [fabric rustling]
- [wind whistling]
[whistling wind slows]
- [Hawk screeches]
- ["I'm Not In Love" resumes]
[airy vocalizations rising]
[passing traffic noises]
[woman] Ma'am?
- [music stops]
- [tone chimes]
Ma'am.
Honey? She wants to know
if you need anything.
Huh?
Oh. No, thanks.
I don't need anything.
- ["Lot Lizard 93" by Surfbort plays]
- Hot damn, I'm a brand-new man ♪
Got a hundred dollar bill
In the palm of my hand ♪
Move to California
Where the weather's better ♪
I'm a lot lizard
A glutton for pleasure ♪
I get high
Living in the desert ♪
I get by
Party with my demons ♪
One more time
I've always had a feeling ♪
Oh yeah
You were just a dream ♪
I am just an angel
Living in a nightmare ♪
Life is just a game ♪
Love is an illusion
I'm not going nowhere ♪
Smiling while
I'm choking all my enеmies ♪
All I do is laugh away the pain ♪
[vocalizing]
When things get weird
We have each other ♪
Best friends almost could be lovers ♪
Bright new face on the magazine ♪
You almost made it
But you blew your brain ♪
[instrumental plays]
[song ends]