EXT. 8TH HOLE TEE AREA, HUNTER RANCH GOLF COURSE - DAY
Three-par with two tee boxes, one several yards in front of the other. A foursome putting out on the green guarded by sand bunker when Jan and Barbara in golf cart, then Brian and John in theirs, arrive on the path that meanders among oak trees and rolling hills. Jan parks cart near forward tee, John at the rear.
Each in tour-level warm weather attire. Barbara and Jan in visors and knee length shorts. Brian in Cuesta College ballcap, John's advertises Hunter Ranch. Jan and Barbara leave cart, get clubs from their respective bags. Jan with driver goes to forward tee area, places tee and ball, steps away for two practice swings as the foursome on the green get in their carts, drive away. Barbara stands by with four-wood, phone in back pocket..
BRIAN: Does that four-wood mean you're going for it?
BARBARA: Doesn't mean I'm laying up.
BRIAN: Well alright.
The last of the foursome on the green putts out, gets ball, the group get in their carts, drive away. Jan steps to her ball.
BARBARA: Go get it, mom.
Jan waggles, looks at the green, swings and flies the ball straight down the fairway.
BARBARA: Nice, mom.
BRIAN: Dead center.
JOHN: Way to go, hon'.
The ball lands, rolls to a few yards short of the bunker. John, Jan and Barbara applaud, Jan raises driver, bows. She and Barbara exchange a high-five on Jan's way to cart, Barbara's to tee. John gives a thumbs-up that Jan reciprocates.
BRIAN: Helluva shot, Jan.
JAN: Thank you, Brian. You're about to see it get one-upped.
Jan puts driver in bag, turns to Barbara taking practice swings. Barbara steps to ball, waggles, looks down fairway exactly as Jan had, swings. The ball flies in a higher arc than Jan's and will clearly be longer.
JAN: Toldja so..
BRIAN: Damn.
JOHN: Get in the hole!
The ball lands on the green, rolls to within two feet of the hole.
All applaud, Barbara's subtle fist pump, She walks to cart. John gives a thumbs-up that Jan reciprocates.
BRIAN: Helluva shot, Jan.
JAN: Thank you, Brian. You're about to see it get one-upped.
Jan puts driver in bag, turns to Barbara taking practice swings. Barbara steps to ball, waggles, looks down fairway exactly as Jan had, swings. The ball flies in a higher arc than Jan's and will clearly be longer.
JAN: Told ya.
BRIAN: Damn.
JOHN: Get in the hole!
The ball lands on the green, rolls to within two feet of the hole.
All applaud, Barbara's subtle fist pump as she walks to cart. John and Brian get out of cart, John gets fairway wood from bag, goes to tee box. Brian bows to Jan, who reciprocates. John gets seven-iron, stands by.
JOHN: Talk about tough act to follow.
BARBARA: Says the man with two holes-in-one from that tee.
BRIAN: No shit.
John plants tee and ball.
JOHN: Lucky shots both.
JAN/BARBARA: Oh stop it.
John addresses ball, looks to fairway, back to ball, waggle, backswing interrupted with club over head when Barbara's PHONE RINGTONES FOG HORN.
BARBARA: Doh.
BRIAN: Who's a Fog horn?
BARBARA: Hunter, Foglost.
BRIAN: Oh.
Barbara picks up.
BARBARA: Hey.
Her face expresses the news of Tom's death. John's and Jan's express concern, they look at each other.
BARBARA: Alright, Hunter. Let's talk later, okay?
I love you too.
(She pockets phone.)
JOHN/JAN: What is it?
BARBARA: Tom died in bed at Hunter's. Chloe's coming home. She lands at four-thirty.
All are stunned. to stillness. John finally walks to cart, Brian assumes driver's seat, John bags his club. Jan and Barbara get in cart, Jan in driver's seat, leads the way on the path away from the tees.
