Finnegan's Foursome

Not your best, Jack.

Nah, it's all right. No problem.

Now, just to remind you, two putts for the tie.

A three putt...

and I win.

I don't like either of those options.

When was the last time I lost to you, Declan?

I have never beaten you, as you well know.

So, if I were to miss this after 40 years

of playing together, that would be...

would be quite something, wouldn't it?

All right, here goes.

Oh, I don't believe it. oh!

You know, I thought about missing that putt on purpose

and finally giving you a chance of glory.

Your eyes must be failing you, Jack.

You've left it short.

Just give it a second.

Oh, I swear to God, Jack Finnegan.

You must have made a deal with the devil.

The devil? Nah, it's the golf gods.

They keep smiling on me.

There's the man everyone on tour is talking about.

-How you doing, Patrick? -Hey.

How are things, Mr. Finnegan?

What the fuck is this, Mr. Finnegan?

All right. We're partners now.

-All right. All right. -You're part of the family. Please call me Freddy.

All right, Freddy. Bill, always good to see you.

-Good to see you, Freddy. -How's it goin'? Good, good.

So, how are we feeling?

-You guys like everything that Stacey's pulled for you. -Good. Yeah, 100 percent.

-It's great. -Yeah.

Well, he loves the new patterns on these shirts here.

And I like the new logo, too. Yeah.

You see? Of course, he does, 'cause the kid has great taste.

I know. I know. I fought him on the new design.

-Oh, yeah. -My son came up with the idea,

so obviously, I'm a little biased, all right?

-That's fair. -But let me ask you, I'm curious,

how do you feel about some of these bold new color combos

we're going with this year?

I hope you like the blue and orange

because it is a nod to my beloved New York Knicks.

Well, the... the pants might be a little too bold for me.

Besides, I'm... I'm a Lakers fan.

Is that a fact? Wow, Bill.

Okay, we may have to rethink this whole relationship, huh?

Obviously, Patrick, I'm only fucking with you.

Stacey, you know what we should do?

We should put together a purple and gold look in time

-for the open, maybe, right? -Yeah, sure.

Okay and speaking of my son,

this is him now, so you're gonna have

to excuse me a minute, all right? I'll be right back.

Hey.

I'm not going to wear purple and gold, by the way.

Yeah, that's... that's okay.

So, you're going to love this.

I got Paddy Mac in the office right now,

and he just told me he loves the new logo. How cool is that?

See? Aren't you glad you went with my idea?

Yeah, of course I went with your idea

because you're my son, and I love you.

And it was a great idea, which is exactly why, Frankie,

you should come and work with me.

Think how cool would it be.

Me and you working together side by side.

Okay, Dad, I don't know what this new kick you're on

is all about, but I'm a musician,

-not a business guy. -Yeah, I know.

But I don't understand why you can't do both.

Have a real job with me that helps pay the bills

and then you do your music on the side.

Okay, Dad, let's just agree

to not discuss this anymore, okay?

Okay, I apologize, but I'm a dad who wants to spend more time

with his son, so shoot me.

Well, if you really want to hang out,

why don't you get your ass down here

and play another 18 with me?

Just finishing up my first round now.

Look, you know I wish I could, but I can't today.

But do me a favor, don't kill yourself out there,

because no amount of practice is going to help your cause...

Quiet on the course, please, old man?

I'm about to stick this on the green.

Shit, fucker.

All right, Dad, I got to go

because I clearly have more work to do.

No, no, it's true.

Sadly, after 30 years of playing with the professor,

none of us have ever beaten him.

Please do not remind me.

Your father is almost 80 years old, isn't he?

Yeah, I know it's embarrassing, babe,

but you also have to understand,

he is the most competitive pain in the ass

you've ever met. And he will stop at nothing

to ensure victory for himself,

including chirping in your ear when you're standing

-above a putt on 18. -Let it go.

Yeah, but he's still an 80 year old man.

Yeah, and I believe I already said

it's a little embarrassing, didn't I?

Sarah, in their defense, the professor has played

on tour for almost 20 years.

He's not to be taken lightly at any age.

Which is why I have an announcement to make today.

I am going to sit this year's tournament out.

What?

No, Dad, come on. You have to play.

I can't do it. I just cannot do the whole thing with him again.

The long winded speeches,

the drinking of the Molly Mayhems,

and God forbid he gets his load on

and he wants to do his rendition of "The Parting Glass."

Because you have a heart of stone.

Sarah, I'm sorry.

I know you've only been married for a short time,

but unfortunately, I'm afraid you will find this out.

-Do not listen to this man's lies, all right? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Dad, how can you say that?

I love Grandpa and his ceremonies and rituals.

You need to hear the mashie niblick speech again?

Yes, I do, and the closest to the pin competition,

which I plan on winning this year, by the way.

And lash them straight, laddies. I love it all.

You see, Freddy, you are the only

wet blanket in this group.

We all love the old man and his traditions.

I think I have to side with Freddy on some of this.

What? Why?

Because I don't like the way he pits you two

against one another all the time.

This endless competition, it's not healthy.

-It's harmless. -Eva, thank you.

And therefore, it is settled.

I'm not playing this year, so please, enjoy yourselves.

Hm. Well, if Uncle Freddy isn't planning on playing,

then maybe I can finally join, right?

-Great. -Great idea.

Unless the Finnegan Cup wants to continue

its 75 year long history of discrimination against women?

It's up to you. You know, whatever.

Wait, is this true?

What kind of family have I married into?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The only reason a woman has not competed for the cup

is because no Finnegan woman, prior to yourself,

has played golf.

Excuse me. I used to play a little bit,

but I could never really find the time

because some of us have very demanding full-time jobs.

-Mom. -Ow.

Uh, I am suffering from writer's block,

which should not be cause for mockery and jokes.

Thank you very much.

But if Freddy is indeed not going to play...

My mind is made up.

...then, Marie, of course, you should play.

-What a great idea. -Oh.

Um, absolutely not.

How is she going to do that on such short notice?

She's got exams next week that she has to study for.

Okay, Mom, I could study down there,

and I can study on the flights.

I'm a capable student. I can study.

Absolutely not.

Your finals are more important than golf.

Dad, I mean, come on.

You just... you just said that I could so I can, right?

-Sorry, kid. -Dad.

What your mother says goes.

Although, I will disagree with her on one point.

Nothing is more important than golf.

You must be excited about the boys arriving?

Yep. Their flight should get in around 5:00.

That should give us enough daylight

for the closest to the pin competition.

You're a lucky man, Jack. I hope you know that.

Oh, yeah. The game has given me many blessings, Declan,

but it also took me away from the boys.

And well, because of that, I have some regrets as you know.

-I do, but do the boys know? -Huh?

Maybe that's what this visit should be about.

Find a time to tell them how you feel.

What, face to face?

Like some kind of sensitive Yank talking to a shrink? God, no.

Come on, Jack, they deserve to know.

Well, maybe I'll put it in a letter.

A letter? For fuck's sake, Jack.

Trust me, Jack if you don't tell the boys how you feel,

it'll be another regret to add to the list.

That's the one. That's the one. Come on.

Be the number. Be the number. Yes!

Hey, big brother, what can I do for you?

Are you going to disappoint your father

or are you going to be a big boy and a good son

and let bygones be bygones?