Seven Days in Utopia Page #3

I'm gonna see you tomorrow

down by the river.

Daybreak, all right?

What does the river

have to do with golf?

You'll see.

You will see.

JOHNNY:

Rhythm, balance, patience.

That's what you need

to stay in your game.

The same with fly fishing.

It takes a calm mindset

a focus on the feel,

rather than the outcome.

It takes emotional control.

Hey?

All right.

JOHNNY:
All right.

Now, tell me.

What was his downfall?

Well, he...

he took the bait.

Yeah, but why?

What made him fall into that trap?

I'm not sure.

'Cause he was hungry?

No, he was mad.

I teased him with a shadow casting,

never quite letting the fly touch the water,

so I was able to take that fish

out of his game today.

Now, you ready to give it a try?

All right, remember.

To stay in balance in the skiff

or during your golf swing,

you have to control your emotions.

Okay?

Uh-huh.

Breathe, Luke.

Rhythm, balance, and patience.

Johnny, I got one.

JOHNNY:
Now catch it.

Keep the tip up.

Seep the tip up.

Take it as it comes.

All right?

Easy. Easy.

Oh!

Never fails.

Got him, Johnny.

Hey-hey-hey! Good job, son.

Woo!

How come you always seem

to do things the hard way?

- Good.

- Hey!

JOHNNY:
Come here.

I want to show you something.

named Jack Nicklaus

took me out of my game.

You know how?

By staying in his game.

The calmer he was,

the madder I got.

And I tried shots

I wouldn't ordinarily take.

Now, this look familiar?

A little hiccup on 18.

Well, at least you got beat

by the golden bear.

Yeah, and so would you have.

Ha ha ha.

Now tomorrow we actually meet

at the course.

Fifth fairway.

I'm sorry.

It's not good to be late in life, son.

Time is too precious to waste.

I said I was sorry.

If this was a tournament,

you'd be disqualified.

Now, you want to play

like a professional,

you have to act like one, all right?

Now take a seat.

Take a seat.

Today...

we're gonna paint. All right?

Paint?

All right.

All golf shots start with a blank canvas.

We paint the shot with our eyes first...

so our bodies can reproduce it accurately.

Now...

what kind of shot

could you make from here?

- Well, I think-

- No, no, no. Don't think.

See.

Okay.

I see a low punch eight iron.

Playing the ball back in my stance

with a slightly hooded clubface.

I can see the ball flying about 30 yards

with some hook-spin,

landing on the upslope of that hill,

bouncing up and going in the cup.

Okay. Now go paint it.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Just paying a visit to Paul.

- Yeah.

So hard. Mm...

Hey, Mama, you gonna be all right?

Just give me a minute?

- Right, honey. You go have fun.

- Take care.

Can't believe it's been two years.

Yeah.

I miss Paul most every day.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Whoa-ho-ho.

Yeah. Whoa-ho-ho.

Ohh. Ah.

- Hi.

- Hey.

LUKE:
You look nice.

Well, thank you.

So your Uncle Johnny,

he's a real piece of work today.

Yeah, well, it's actually kind of

a rough day for all of us.

It's the second anniversary

of Dad's passing.

- Oh.

- It's okay.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, I was gonna ask you...

My father and I used to go up

to Obra Maestra on his birthday.

I was thinking of going

out there later today,

and I could really use the company.

It'd be an honor.

Okay.

I see Uncle Johnny's

got you painting already.

Yeah, he does.

I wasn't expecting that.

Looks like we're gonna have

to add another shelf.

Maybe one day there'll be

Tour trophies on that shelf.

Ain't no maybes in this world, Luke.

You understand?

Yes, Dad.

Good.

Now rephrase what you just said to me.

Well, one day there will be

Tour trophies on this shelf.

I'm counting on it, son.

I'm proud of you.

You ready, cowboy?

Obra maestra means

masterpiece in Spanish.

I can see why.

Sure is beautiful.

Might even go as far as call it Utopia.

Yeah. I suppose you might.

You ever think of living somewhere else?

Well, everything I need's right here.

I'm free to be myself.

Free to do the things I was born to do.

What is that?

Bring freedom to horses.

And, uh,

the occasional stranger.

JAKE:
Come on.

Hyah, hyah! Move!

Jake.

Jake, you're coming too close.

You're gonna scare the horses.

Come on! Come on!

Whoa.

What are you doing out here with him?

I'm taking a ride.

I didn't know I needed your permission.

So, Tour boy,

choke on anything lately?

Yeah, well, at least I got a sport

to choke on.

And what do y'all play out here,

mutton busting?

You know what us Tour boys say

about hicks and sheep, don't you?

That's real funny.

I don't know who you think

- you're talking to.

- Boys.

Hey, quit it!

Now, you're acting

like a couple of children.

Jake! Chuck, get him off!

You heard the lady.

Get off me!

Now, how about you two hotheads

settle this over a friendly little game

of cowboy poker after the rodeo tonight?

MAN:
Woo!

ANNOUNCER:

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the final event of the evening.

Hold onto your seats.

It's time for cowboy poker.

Introducing our players:

Duane "Slim" Pickens and Chuck Baer

as the usual suspects.

Four-time Utopia Rodeo champion

Jake Rustin.

And our final player, he's a first-timer,

so let's give a warm Utopia welcome

for professional golfer Luke Chisholm.

All right, boys, deal the cards

and let's get this party started.

Time to put up or shut up.

All right.

What are we playing?

Texas Hold 'em.

Oh, yeah, but there's a catch.

You got to hold on to your chair.

Why?

You'll see.

The last man still in their seat

in the end wins 200 bucks!

ANNOUNCER:

Watch out. He's got his sights set

on the usual suspects.

Chuck's all in.

MAN:
Go get him, Cannonball.

ANNOUNCER:
Who's Cannonball

gonna go for next?

MAN:
Watch out, Slim!

Keep your butt in the chair.

Aa-aa-ahh! Whah!

JAE:
It's you and me.

Let's see what you got.

Boys.

MAN:
Atta boy, Jake!

Whoa!

ANNOUNCER:

And the winner is the rookie!

Dang it!

Yeah!

Proud of you, son.

Hey, Luke, Luke,

what's next for you?

Is it time to go pro?

Um...

Well, this hasn't even sunk in yet,

so I'm just gonna try to enjoy

this feeling and, uh-

He's a humble kid.

Uh, what he means to say is yes.

He will be turning pro.

Of course he'll be turning pro,

and we'll begin to look for

a sponsor's exemption immediately.

MAN:
Woo! All right!

- Yeah!

- Good going, Luke!

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know. Laugh it up.

Hey, speaking of manure,

where'd the rhinestone cowboy go?

I was ready to gloat.

Well, Jake went off in a huff.

He doesn't like to lose.

Well, that makes two of us.

Hm.. Well, there's more to life

than winning, right?

Like what?

Family. Friendship.

Faith. Love.

Oh, yeah.

I guess those, too.

All right, Johnny's got

the horses hitched up.

It's time to go.

You know, cowboy?

Sometimes I think you might

just be hopeless.

Hey, Luke.

Get in here, smelly.

Come on in here.

I hung up your masterpiece.

You forgot to sign it.

What's this?

Oh, that?

Oh, that bottle's my greatest trophy.

No, let me explain.

It's the last liquor I ever drank.

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