Becoming Redwood Page #6

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And I got to admit,

made things

a little clearer.

In fact, I want you

to do me a favor.

Anything.

Get rid of 'em for me.

No comprende,

under the bed.

I told 'em every year,

let's ride them bulls

in Spain!

Come on, dad, it's lunchtime.

I'm ready to run

with them bulls!

They ain't so tough.

The problem

is them spaniards.

They eat

too much spicy food,

just like Pete's friend,

Walter, and that crazy monkey.

Never seen a goddamned monkey

sh*t that much.

Sort of reminds me

of that boy

at the track.

Sure could pick

a winner, though!

Dad, you... you never

been to the track.

You okay, dad?

That little Buddha

got me thinking.

Life is changing...

And I've gotten crusty.

Feeling okay, dad?

Dad?

Never felt better.

18th hole at Augusta national.

This is it, Scott.

Well, Chuck,

redwood seems poised,

almost like he knows...

The secret.

Do you really think

he's old enough

to know the secret?

Well, I think

we're about to find out.

Jack's made

his approach on 18,

and he is safely on the green.

Redwood has a 5-iron,

he's down one,

and needs to hit it tight

for a chance at birdie.

He could hole it

for the win,

but I really think

he should bare down

and play it safe.

Hansen is looking

for his first

magical green jacket

that will change everything.

Take a deep

breath, red!

In through your nose...

Out through your mouth!

In...

Out.

Focus.

The secret.

"The secret."

Nice swing, red!

It's right at it.

My God, it looks...

Pretty...

- damn!

- Great!

It could go...

In the hole...?

He's won it!

Yeah! Hah! Yes!

A miracle from the fairway!

Whoo-hoo!

Redemption!

We're saved! Redemption!

Incredible!

Wow!

We did it!

- Ho, ho!

- We did it.

Yes.

Nice job, red.

You deserve this.

No, ruben.

We deserve this.

So, tell us, redwood,

I mean,

how does it feel?

11 years old,

and already a champion.

I mean,

it feels great, Scott.

I'd like to thank Jack nicklaus

for giving it his all,

but, most importantly,

I'd like to say

to everyone out there,

that my dad

is innocent on all charges,

and he's gonna come get me

and my mom now,

and maybe even Earl

could come with us.

I mean, he lives

in the basement, you know,

but they think he's crazy...

Delusional.

Okay, redwood...

Well, we wish you

and your father

all the best.

After all,

marijuana is just

nature's cigarette.

I love you, dad.

We love you, dad.

We love you, dad.

We love you, dad.

We love you,

dad.

We love you, dad.

We love you,

dad.

We love you, dad.

We love you, dad.

I beat him. I beat Jack!

I beat Jack!

Mom! Mom, I beat him!

I beat Jack!

"Redwood,

"I wish I could give you

a big hug right now.

"I wish I could change

a lot of things

"that I've done in my life.

"However, sometimes,

"these lessons come

in strange packages

"that take time to understand.

"I'm sorry

"that I might have hurt you

by my actions.

"They were never

meant to harm you in any way.

"I only wanted to protect you

from the things I know,

"which I now realize,

"after sitting in this cell

for what seems like forever,

"to be impossible.

"You are your own person,

"you have your own gifts,

"and you will grow

and realize them on your own.

"Having said that...

"I write with news

that breaks my heart

to tell you..."

No!

Redwood?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

I want to go visit my father.

I think, uh...

I think that'd be okay.

We'll all go.

Dad, honk!

Just relax.

We're gonna

be late.

Now, hold your horses,

hard-ass.

Holy sh*t!

Give 'er a pull.

Ruben and I

he's found a new bag,

and that's all right with me.

Besides...

I found a few new friends

and I've realized,

that when life calls

for a draw

and you hit a fade...

Maybe it's time

to take a step back,

work on your game,

and learn to hit a draw.

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