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Cash Carson is essentially looking
at a straight 5-footer.

He's been the best in the field
with a putter all weekend.

But this putt is for the win.

Quiet, please.

Sometimes in life, things that used
to be simple suddenly just aren't.

Things you're sure you know how to do,

you simply can't anymore.

One disaster leads to the next
until you find yourself lost in the woods.

And that's when you realize
you've lost your swing,

and have no idea how to get it back.

My high-school Spanish is a little rusty,
but did he call you a ripe peach?

Oh, Augusto's charm
is not in what he says.

It's what he does to me.

Oh, he understands that.

Yes, he does.

My God.

You met him at a wine tasting class?

Something to be said for adult education.

- Grande mocha-tastic.
- That's me.

Thank you.

- Oh, sorry.
- No, no, no, my bad.

- J.D.
- Dani.

Hey.

Oh, let me get this for you.

Oh, that's okay. It's a good thing
I wore my mocha-tastic-colored jacket.

Can I have another one, please? Sorry.

It's been what, four?

It's been almost five years.

The last I heard, you were in Africa.

Yeah, doing some field work in the Congo.

But... You look amazing.

Divorce agrees with her.

Oh, well, sorry about the divorce.

Don't be. I'm not.

J.D. Aldridge, this is Jeanette Fiero.

- Hi.
- Hi.

J.D. was my favorite post-grad professor
at Hofstra.

Professor? Of what?

Psychological anthropology.

I study the relationship
between culture and the individual.

I bet you do.

Mocha-tastic on the bar.

I have to go give a lecture now,
but I wanna catch up with you.

You do Facebook?

Oh, yeah, kind of. I do.

I only have 11 friends,
and one of them's my mother.

I tried to defriend her,
but that's not so easy.

Nice to meet you, Jeanette.
Great to see you, Dani.

And you.

Super hot psycho-whatever-ologist.

That was exciting.

That was mortifying.

I just babbled on and on,
like a big idiot.

So maybe you're a little off your game,

but if you would just do
what I have told you to do--

- But, I--
- No.

Jeanette. Really?

The wedding ring discussion again?

Why are you so incredibly intent
on me getting rid of my wedding rings?

Wow, speaking of broken records.

Hello?

We're losing our crap
faster than a goose on an all-bran diet.

You fired Terrence King as your client?

No, I told you, Terrence is welcome
to come back to therapy whenever he wants.

He chose to miss his last two sessions.

He claims that you told him not to show.

Wait a minute.

What I said was that
if he's going to be in therapy,

he needs to respect the rules of therapy.

How about we save the teachable moments
till after the playoffs?

What the heck's the big deal, anyway?

The big deal is that
he got my underage son into a club.

He bought him a car.

Oprah buys cars for people all the time.

Just call him
and get him back in the damn chair.

That's not how therapy works.
He needs to call me.

Who cares who calls who?

This is a professional football team,
not The Rules.

Terrence has a problem with boundaries.

He's got none.

So if I don't set any,

we're never gonna make
any meaningful progress.

We have our playbook. She has hers.

Okay, tell you what.

TK continues to backslide,
it's on both your heads.

And that is no joke.

Starts with a jerk or a tremor
in my hands, my arm.

Makes the simplest shots go haywire.

It's called the yips.

Loss of fine motor skills
without explanation.

It affects a quarter to half
of all golfers.

So you do your homework.

But can you help me beat it?

Well, we have to figure out
if the cause is physical or psychological.

First neurologist said
there's nothing wrong with me,

and the second neurologist said,

"See a shrink."

Can you tell me
what was going on in your head?

What happened?

Sunday, 18th hole.

I had a three-stroke lead
with a gimme putt, but...

Muscles felt
like they were on fire, twitchy.

I was trying to calm myself down,

but suddenly it's like
my thoughts were screaming at me.

Is the 18th green fast or slow?

Which way is the grain?
How did Wally read the break?

And I'm starting to yell at myself,

"Stop thinking and putt."

But one idea keeps jumping
on top of the next.

And then...

my body abandoned me.

The Almost Kid strikes again.

The Almost Kid?

Last year,
I won my first big PGA tour event.

Big deal. It ratcheted up expectations.

"He's the next Tiger, the next Phil.
How many majors can the guy win?"

And then immediately, the yips took hold.

And now...

I'm becoming a punch line.

You feel like a punch line.

No, no, I'm literally a punch line.

In every clubhouse,
on late-night talk shows.

"Newest form of birth control:
the Cash Carson.

Because the guy can't put it in the hole."

- Terrence.
- Dr. D.

I'm glad you decided to show up
for your appointment a few hours late.

But remember what we talked about?

Front door is for family,
office door is for patients.

Yeah, about that,
I'm not really your patient anymore.

Want you to meet somebody.
Lazarus Rollins, my new therapist.

New therapist.

My man Laz, he's the real deal.

Life coach, total package.

Life coach?

I trained in cognitive therapy,
but I work in all areas.

Career, romance,
finance, physical wellness.

It's a holistic approach.

I do not want you to take offense to this,
because what we have is great.

But this is more hands-on, you know?
It's next-level.

You do not have to apologize.

You are free
to work with whomever you choose.

I'm glad you feel that way.

You know,
because you being a female and all.

What TK is trying to say is,

psychotherapy is
a field dominated by women,

and male clients often feel judged.

It's not your fault.

It's just stuff that females don't get.

Really? Like?

Like wanting
to punch somebody in the face.

Oh, no, I think I can understand that.

Male clients don't share as freely
when the practitioner is a woman.

Like the time I had that ménage à cinco.

As I recall, Terrence, you were
very comfortable discussing that with me.

No one is saying that female therapists

impose their values on purpose,
but it does happen.

Well, time's up.

I've always wanted to say that.

- So long, Dr. D.
- Yes.

- Best of luck to you, Terrence.
- Yeah.

I felt it was important for Terrence
to get some closure before moving on.

So thank you.

Oh, no. Thank you.

I am so off my game here.

Am I the only person that
doesn't understand the Facebook?

Okay, all right.

"Love to have dinner with you."

No, "love" is too much.

No, it's gotta be like,
"Hey, dinner sounds fun."

For God's sake, hit the send button.

You're second-guessing yourself on this.

I know. Okay.

Boy, you are my rock, you know that?

Yeah, I know.

Sent.

The concert is gonna be so rad.
Do we have good seats?

Linds, any seat next to you is good.

Hi, Mom. Hi, J.

- We're gonna go do homework.
- Okey-doke.

That's Joey Fontanini.

Seems into him.

I know, right?

They just...
They seem so comfortable together.

Do you remember that feeling?

Because I don't.

I mean, when is it that
I became so awkward with all of this?

I'm telling you,

those wedding rings are like
little tiny handcuffs on your love life.

They're just taking up real estate
in your underwear drawer.

I just need to see you happy.

He wants more masculine therapy.

Masculine? What's that mean?

Go shirtless and sweat a lot?

You'll have to ask TK.

Don't want it
to affect your standing with the team.

What will affect my standing
is if people see me as a pushover.

Oh, by the way, I can't make dinner.

You can't make the what?

You're new to Facebook, aren't you?

Why? What did I do?

I think you were trying
to respond to somebody named J.D.

Instead you invited your
entire friend list to dinner with J.D.

Oh, well, you know what?
The more the merrier.

Bring Laura. We can have a foursome.

Or an 11-some. I do have 11 friends.

But then that would actually make it
like a 12-some.

Stop talking.

Have fun.

With J.D.

Oh, thanks.

See you.

Do you normally do fairway therapy?

Only when
I have patients that land in the rough.

So we're doing bad golf puns?

- Yep.
- Yeah.

Lately I feel like
everyone's looking at me.

Well, what are they thinking?

"Guy can't hack the pressure."

Is that what they're thinking,
or what you're thinking?

I can't tell anymore.

Then this is a good place to start, right?

You'll play, and I will take you
through a guided-imagery exercise

that you can use during your game
when you feel the yips are coming on.

You're the doctor, doctor.

We're here for a therapy session.

Dr. Santino, this is my fiancée, Sarah.

Nice to meet you.

- And you.
- Hey.

This is Wally Jordan.
He's the world's greatest caddy.

Yips shrink, I presume.

Something like that.

Dropping next to you.
Closest to the pin wins a C-note.

All right, then. It's on.

You don't mind if they tag along?

No, it's your session.

Cool.

Who let that guy on the field?

TK's agent went straight to Coach,
insisted we give Laz full access.

Who is he?

The guy has some sports clients,
baseball, soccer, hockey.

He puts them through some 10-step program.

Look who's coming to make nice.

I don't do nice. That's your department.

Laz Rollins.

Nico Careles and Matt Donnally.

- Head trainer, is it?
- It is.

I'm getting TK ready for my yoga
and Pilates program after practices.

I'll need a spot in the facility.

Private, so we can concentrate.

Well, the facility's for team practices,
and my training program.

What's your game, Laz?

My game? Getting these young men
in touch with their true power.

I get it,
you don't want your high-price investments

in the hands of some guy named
after a supernatural biblical character?

No disrespect, Laz,

but what does a life coach actually do?

I can only tell you what I do.

I make good players great
and great players legends.

There is no reason
for our agendas to be at odds.

Our agenda is to have TK
focus a little more on game film

and a little less--

On babes and booze.

Among other things.

Step one of my program
is behavior modification.

One week,
and I will give you a clean-living TK.

Something funny?

You don't know TK.

You don't know Laz.

One week, or I'm gone.

- What do you think?
- Same as you.

Trouble.

Any day, Wally.

Dude, genius can't be rushed.

What a beautiful ring. When's the big day?

Haven't set a date yet.

Cash, nickname, the Almost Kid
doesn't just apply to golf.

But that's okay. I'm patient.

That's 200 if it's a yard.

Telling you, it's 195.

I'd get out the range finder.

Really? The range finder?

Been having the same argument
since I met them.

One ninety-five on the dot.

Here's your five-iron.

Bet I can do it with an eight.

- How long have you known Cash?
- Four years.

We met at a bar of all places.

I was the serious law student,
and they were the party boys.

You were right, five-iron.

Told you.

Let me show you how it's done.

Sit, sit.

Oh, 5 feet from the cup.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, just lightheaded.

All right.

Just take it easy, man.

Okay. I think it's the heat.

I think it's the scotch.

I never went drinking with Dr. D.

Different process, different test.

Whoa, whoa, this is a test?

I will drink your ass
under the table, son.

Number one in the process is removing
the limits that society sets for us,

and discovering the limits
that we choose for ourselves.

I choose no limits.

Excellent. In that case,
I got an assignment for you.

No, no, no.
I don't do homework assignments.

Dr. D was always trying
to get me to do homework,

reach up in there and get in touch
with my feelings, get my cry on.

No, relax.

We're not here to disrespect
the work you did with Dr. Santino.

No point in creating bad karma.

We're here to build
on the work you've already done.

Okay.

So...

you see anything you like?

I see a lot of things I like.

As a matter of fact,
this one's a peach right here.

Good.

I want you to take as many peaches,
and apples, and oranges as you like...

and then take them home.

Fruit salad, baby.

Tonight I want you to experience
the full level of your power.

You know what?

I dig your homework.

My man.

Excuse me, ladies.

Yep, Wally drinks.

What does that have to do with my yips?

Well, you chose to bring your fiancée
and your caddy to our session,

and your caddy was drunk,

so I was wondering
if maybe you wanted me to see that.

Look, look, it's not like yesterday
was a tournament or anything.

So he doesn't drink at tournaments?

He was a little buzzed at Bay Hill, and...

And he showed up
three minutes before tee time at Augusta.

Do you trust him
when he's in that condition?

Look, I'm standing over the ball.

I could smell the guy's breath,
and I start thinking,

"Who knows
if anything he's told me is right?"

And yet you've never mentioned this.

A caddy isn't just someone
who carries your bag.

He's my partner, an extension of me.

He knows the course. He reads the lies.

What am I supposed to do?

Fire him?

The guy's had the worst dumb luck.

How so?

Wally and I both had golf scholarships
to ASU.

They called us the dynamic duo.

One week, I'd shoot a 70, he'd shoot a 69.

We pushed each other to be better.

So, what happened?

Wally wrapped his car around a tree,
and he never got his game back.

He went from a scratch player
to a three handicap.

And that's it.

That's the difference between
being on tour and being a caddy.

But he's not just a caddy.
He's your caddy.

Wally and I have been there
for each other through everything.

You're telling me
to dump him now because he's got problems?

No.

Cash, I am not telling you what to do.

But I am telling you that
your friend has a drinking problem.

And you are not helping him
by pretending that it's okay.

And you are certainly not helping him

by pretending
that it's not affecting your game.

I can't tell you how many times
I looked in his eyes,

and knew he wasn't right,

and wondered
if there was anything I could do about it.

What do you want to do about it?

Well, thanks for a terrific evening.

It's so embarrassing my other
Facebook friends didn't show up.

- So rude.
- So rude.

I am very sorry about the wine.

Yeah, first coffee, then red wine.

Subject seems highly accident prone
these days.

Certain Austrian shrink would say,
there's no such thing as accidents.

It's a good thing I'm not a Freudian.

I would say
it was a happy accident, running into you.

I was very glad that you called so soon.

You reach an age,
you just know certain things.

Like what?

Like...

- George Harrison was the coolest Beatle.
- Yes.

You shouldn't drink five
Long Island iced teas in an hour.

And you know when something terrific
is right in front of you,

waiting three days,
or a week, just isn't gonna work.

- No. No, I didn't.
- No.

- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.

No, no, I'm all right. No worries.

No worries.

I think I'm gonna need some ice.

- Yes, you're gonna need some ice.
- Yeah.

First she spills her wine
all over the guy.

- And there was the elbow.
- An elbow?

Yeah, so the man, J.D.,

he goes in for the kiss,

and, well...

Dani elbows him.

Slow down, slow down.

Did I what Dani?

Did I... Oh, tell Dani.

No. No, I haven't.

I don't know how.

She's had a lot of change of late.

Grando bummer for Dani.

Grande bummer.

I will, I promise.

Oh, my God.

That is Lindsay's boyfriend,

and that is not Lindsay.

I can't believe this. You're dumping me?

That's why you called me in here?

We both know I've been having problems
on the course, and I--

And I'm the reason for them?

Name one time I missed a distance
or pulled the wrong club.

- Name it.
- That's not--

God forbid, Cash ever takes responsibility
for anything he does.

So much easier to blame it on Wally.

I don't think that
Cash is trying to assign blame.

The hell he's not.

- You put all this into his head.
- Wally.

It's all right. Anything he has to say,
I'm here to listen.

Even if I were a drunk,

which I'm not,

I'm a much better caddy than
most of the others stone-cold sober.

And I can smell the alcohol
on your breath right now.

So what? I'm fired?

I just want you...

to get help.

You know who's got the problem?

- Yippee-ki-yay you.
- Hey, hey. Wally.

Cash brought you here
because he cares about you,

and he wants you to get help.

Yeah?

Screw him. Screw you.

I quit.

Good luck this weekend.
Bet you don't even make the cut.

Go, go, go.

Hey, T, you running this drill
or just losing your lunch?

It was so good the first time,
I decided to try it twice.

I need some fluids.

You had plenty of those last night.

So is this what excellence looks like?

Your 10-step program looks like it's about
to send TK into a 12-step program.

Patience is a virtue, gentlemen.

Running a post without puking,
also a virtue.

I guess we'll be saying a tearful goodbye
at the end of the week after all.

I wouldn't count on it.

Okay, do something.

- You suddenly agree with my methods?
- There's a time and a place.

I live in the basement
so you can live in the penthouse.

I don't care where you live.
Get that guy out of our house.

Okay, I know
I'm totally obsessing over this,

but what with the coffee,
and the cabernet,

and then the elbow to the face,

J.D. probably thinks
I'm Frankenstein's monster or something,

lurching around, bumping into things.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he changed his number

and defriended me from Facebook.

I know, I know, the rings.

You're gonna say
something cuckoo about the rings.

I saw Lindsay's boy,

with another girl, kissing.

Kissing? Are you sure?

I know what kissing looks like.
This was lot of kissing.

She's completely gaga over this one.

Like I've never seen her before.

Well, what am I gonna do?

If I tell her, she hates me.

If I don't tell her, I hate me.

Go.

Come on, ladies.

- Move, move.
- Let's go.

Let's go.

He's partying hard with Laz,
puking on the field.

If we don't get TK
out of this relationship,

he's headed for a pretty big fall.

But I told you, there's only
so much I can do in this situation.

I get it. I understand.

I'm not asking you to break your rules,
but can't you just bend them?

It is killing me
watching TK spiral like this,

but he's my ex-patient, not my child.

I forget that, and then I'm an amateur.

If there's a bridge out, you gonna
let the car just keep driving and crash?

Or you gonna warn the driver
to take another way?

Damn it.

Oh, boy.

It is a concert, so I do have to look hot.

What's wrong?

Come here.

I'm just gonna come out and say it.

Jeanette saw Joey
at the coffee shop on Baxter, and...

he was with another girl.

And they were kissing.

Why are you telling me this?

You deserve to be treated better than--

What? Than how Dad treated you?

No, this isn't about me. I'm--

Well, you're wrong. Joey didn't do that.

Jeanette's wrong.
She didn't see what she thought she did.

Okay. I'm sorry.
I didn't know whether or not to tell you.

I don't have to hear this anymore.

Why do you always ruin everything for me?

At four under, this is
Cash Carson's best outing in weeks.

He fired his long-time caddy
just two days ago.

Some would call that reckless,
but it appears to be working.

So how was he this morning?

Good, good.

This is the first tourney
he hasn't had Wally on his bag

in the last three years,
but he knows he did the right thing.

Come on. Just breathe.

Oh, no.

Come on, man.

I've gone from the golfer
who cracks under pressure

to the fool
who holes an 11 down the stretch.

Cash, after such a big change,
a new caddy, it's not--

Stop, stop, all right? No.

I'm sorry, Dr. Santino.

I can't do this.

I can't sit around here

and act like talking
is gonna somehow make it all better.

Maybe it would've been better if
I'd run into that tree instead of Wally.

- Cash.
- Just leave me alone, please.

Sarah, it's okay. He just needs some time.

This is just like after Doral.

What's Doral?

Doral Country Club in Florida.
It's the site of Cash's first pro win.

You'd think he'd be happy, right?

Instead he got handed the trophy
and the check, and he cried.

The trophy disappeared.
We never saw it again.

Wally's drinking problem doesn't help,

but Wally's had a drinking problem
for a long time.

For how long?

Since the night we met at the bar.

Cash and I sat and talked for hours,
and Wally went home early.

And we got a call at 4 a.m.
that he was in intensive care.

I'm sorry.

The night that Wally crashed
is the same night that you two met?

He never told you that?

No.

No, he didn't.

Linds still not talking to you?

Nope, not a word.

I really was just trying
to spare her the hurt.

Honey, we all have
to go through a lot of rotten apples

before we find one without any worms.

What if you accidentally
smash that apple into a pulp

before you know
whether or not it's good or bad?

Is J.D. the apple?

In this tortured metaphor, yeah, he is.

- You wanna get your swing back?
- Yeah.

Release yourself from bondage.

- Oh, no.
- Hey.

It's hard to have game
when you're handcuffed to the past.

Which is why I have to tell you something.

Oh, sorry. What did you say?

"It's hard to have game
when you're handcuffed to the past"?

God forbid, Cash ever takes responsibility
for anything.

Maybe it would've been better
if I'd run into that tree.

Sorry, I gotta make a phone call.

I appreciate you coming back.

Sarah insisted.

- Seat?
- No, not staying.

Okay.

There's a couple things
that you didn't mention

I wondering if we could talk about.

The night of Wally's crash.

- That was the night that you met Sarah.
- So?

I'm just wondering
why you didn't give me the whole story.

Okay, whole story.

We all met at a bar.

Sarah was hot. We both liked her.

She was into me.

Wally decided to leave.

He wrapped his car around a tree
20 minutes later.

It's ancient history.

It's hard to have game
when you're handcuffed to the past.

You said, "I can't tell you
how many times I've looked into his eyes

and knew he wasn't right."

That night, did you look into Wally's eyes
and know that he wasn't right?

I don't know.

I think you do.

I think that it's the reason
why you can't set a wedding date,

the reason why you flinch

right before you're about to win.

It's guilt.

I kept saying, "Slow down, man."

He kept downing drinks.

He gets up to go.

Told him not to drive.

Tried to stop him,
but he says, "I'm fine."

And...

And?

I just...

I just let him go.

If I'd stopped him...

he'd be where I am.

On the greens.

Not standing in the background while--

While you're marrying Sarah,

and collecting all the trophies.

I wanna save him. I...

I want him as my caddy, but...

I can't have him there...

drunk...

killing himself.

Have you ever said any of this to Wally?

Guilt.

And after what's happened...

I don't know if I'll ever get the chance.

Those shoes are hot.

It is amazing how much you can get
for a pair of old wedding bands.

- You did it.
- I did.

You did it.

So tonight's date
will be a test to your theory.

I'm gonna go out,
and I'm gonna have a real good time.

What's wrong?

Is it Augusto?

Because I will punch him
in his pretty face.

No, no.
It's nothing, nothing. It's just...

I've been waiting
for the right moment to tell you.

I'm leaving, Dan.

Leaving, like on a trip?

Augusto took a job in Barcelona, and...

I'm moving there with him.

I didn't know how to tell you,

because the last couple months
have been so hard on you.

I just...

I just wanted you to be okay.

I'm okay. Of course I'm okay.

The problem is that
you're the one who got me okay.

Watching you
start a new chapter in your life,

it's inspired me to start my own.

Who am I gonna talk with?

Who am I gonna drink with?

Who am I gonna crap on Ray with?

How am I gonna get through
a day without you?

Oh, please.

You are Dani freaking Santino.

You make the day.

New club opening downtown. You in?

No, dog, I'm gonna sit this one out.

Really? No party?

I tested out my power.
I think it belongs on the field.

Your life, your choices.

That's what
I've been trying to tell people.

Somebody who understands me.
Thank you, brother.

Treat your body like a god,
worship at your own altar.

Reward yourself with rest.

Congratulations.

You've completed stage one.

I did?

- You did.
- Did what?

TK has decided
to give up the bars and booze,

devote more time to practice.

Is that right?

That's right. Been trying to tell y'all.
Man, Laz is the bomb. Dot com.

Look forward
to continuing our symbiotic relationship.

Dinner was great.

I mean, who knew that you could find
such good Moroccan cuisine on Long Island?

Nice catch on the red wine tonight.

- Thank you very much.
- Very nice.

I didn't want you to wear it again.

It's okay. Cabernet is my color.

Oh, is it now?

What?

No, no. Stay.

I just...

I'm really out of practice.

With all of this. With dating and...

I mean, you know,
I married my high-school sweetheart

before I could even have a legal drink,

and then 17 years and one divorce later,

I had a one-night stand.

That's it.

Two men.

That's the extent of my game, and...

It's okay.

It's fine, because...

I don't play games.

I spent an hour
on the phone with Wally last night.

He's agreed to go to AA,

and he wants to talk to you.

Where do I start?

Start with hello.

Mom?

Honey.

What's wrong? Come here.

Sweetheart?

You were right.

He admitted it.

What did I do wrong?

Nothing.

That's what's so hard to accept.

The scariest part
of putting our hearts out there is that...

sometimes they drop it.

Well, it makes me not wanna do it.

Don't let the Joeys of the world
knock you out of the game.

Still trying
to wrap my head around this guy.

So I did some digging. Laz Rollins.

Pseudo-spiritual program based on
male dominance, male enlightenment.

First level costs you 50 grand.

Second level, 100 grand.

He earned $3 million
on his baseball clients alone.

One day he disappears, because his actions
caused various locker rooms to implode.

- We're knee-deep in it now.
- This guy's a cancer.

Question is,
how are we gonna stop him from spreading?