Specifically the fairway of HOLE 2, tee at 55-seconds into video.
At 1:03 note the cart on the path at the crest of the hill, under cover of oak,
B-i-n-g-o.
EXT. FAIRWAY - HUNTER RANCH GOLF COURSE - HOLE 2 - DAY
So, something like:
Jan and Barbara in their cart crest hill where path is shaded by oak, followed by Brian and John in theirs.
John asks Brian about his son's baseball status, son is going to play at Cuesta (College). Brian re "Barb says" re Hunter and Chloe visiting Tucson for a tour of the town and campus re softball scholarship offer.
All stop where Barb and Jan get out to play their balls, each getting club from bag. They're all PGA-worthy attire, down to the cleats and gloves.
Jan's and Barb's skirts show their athlete-toned legs, as do their polos flatter their arms. Jan wears a visor, Barb a ballcap.
Brian and John in polyester and polo, Brian nearer stylish. He wears a visor, John a Pebble Beach ballcap.
The green they're aiming for is concealed. The tee-box behind them is at least 150 yards away.
Jan is back, she'll hit first, she goes to her ball in the middle of the fairway just beyond the sand bunker she's avoided. Barb's ball is ahead of hers by thirty yards but near the rough. Two other balls are ahead, one farther than the other, another bunker and bend to be navigated.
at the lip of a sand bunker, the other ahead, having safely avoided it
Jan's back is to the group as she walks. Barbara stands at their cart. Brian and John observe from theirs.
JOHN: I don't want to jinx your -
JAN: Then hush.
All smile except Jan, who approaches her ball with focus.
JOHN: Whatcha hittin', hon?
She shakes her head. John looks at Barb, shrugs his shoulders, she shows him six figures.
JOHN (CONT.) Six, huh?
Barb's eyes roll, her shoulders sag in faux collapse. Brian muffles his laughter in both hands.
JOHN (CONT.) Think that'll give ya the -
JAN: John.
John shushes himself with a finger over his lips.
JOHN: Now she's focused.
JAN: And still not deaf.
All eyes go big. Jan arrives at her ball, turns toward them as she looks at it, the fairway and bunker in front of her, looks at them, addressing John.
JAN (CONT.) Ya know what would give me even more focus?
JOHN: Um, maybe uh friendly wager. Not that I'm saying you're predictable.
BARBARA: Oh boy.
Brian shakes her head. Jan looks up to stare spears back.
JOHN (WHISPER): Doh.
Jan slowly positions herself to hit the ball at John.
BRIAN: Will she?
BARBARA: I don't know.
JAN: Mister Freeman.
JOHN: Misses Freeman.
Jan walks toward them.
BARBARA: Nice, dad.
JAN: Barb, would you please hand me my fairway wood..
Jan stares at John as she passes to make the exchange with Barbara and as passes on her way back to her ball before turning to her target.
BARBARA (over shoulder): I put this between and past those two oaks...
JOHN: Yes dear?
JAN: It's yes to the dog.
BARBARA: What dog?
JAN: The dog I've pretended to have second thoughts about getting.
Jan arrives at her ball, turns to them
BARBARA: This is news. Why pretending?
JOHN: To see how much she really wants one. Too.
JAN: Dum dee dum.
JOHN: Deal.
Jan steps to the ball, addresses, the wag, the look down the fairway, the swing that sends the ball on a low line drive toward.
JOHN: Damn.
BRIAN: That's gonna roll.
JOHN: Damn.
The ball lands and does indeed roll to a stop between and just past the oaks. All applaud. Jan bows, walks to them. Barbara high-fives her as she passes to her ball.
BARBARA: Hellava shot mom.
Jan stares at John as she nears.
BRIAN: Great shot, Jan.
Jan puts her club in bag.
JAN: Thank you, Brian. I haven't hit a ball in ten years.
She sits in the driver's seat of her cart, calls back to John.
JAN (CONT.) And don't you think for a heartbeat that I don't know damn well you want that dog as much as I do.
JOHN: How's tomorrow?
Jan smiles.
JAN: After farmer's market?
JOHN: After breakfast.
She turns to him, nods. All turn to Barbara arriving at her ball. She addresses almost exactly as Jan had. She drops clubhead to tee, looks down fairway, pulls back when her PHONE RINGTONES TYPEWRITER SOUND.
JAN/JOHN: Hunter.
Barb gets phone from pocket answers after RETURN ZING.
BARBARA (FAINT) Hey.
They watch her listen, finally look up toward them, pocket her phone, get her ball. A FOURSOME arrives on the tee behind them.
JOHN/JAN: Something's happened.
Barbara arrives, tears in her eyes. Brian gets out of cart to meet her.
JOHN?JAN: What's wrong, Barb?
BARBARA: Tom Walker died in the night at Hunter's.
JOHN: Jesus.
JAN: Oh no.
Silence. Barbara slips into Brian's embrace.
BARBARA: Chloe's coming home. She lands in San Francisco at four.
Silence. Finally:
JOHN: Let's go.
Barbara gets in cart, Jan drives them away down the path, John and Brian follow.