Arthur didn't cheer. He didn't throw his hat. He just took off his glove, looked at the empty hole, and felt the weight of ten years finally lift off his shoulders. "Drinks are on you," Leo said, grinning. "Double scotch," Arthur replied. "And make it a large one."
Arthur stepped up. The silence of the course was absolute, save for the rhythmic thwack of a distant mower. He didn't see the trees or the sand. He saw the line. A tiny, invisible wire stretching 240 yards out. [S1E13] Breaking 80
He didn't read the break. He knew this green. He'd lived on it in his dreams. He tapped the ball. Arthur didn't cheer
Arthur didn't respond. He walked. Every step toward the ball felt like wading through deep water. He reached his lie. 145 yards out. An 8-iron. "Drinks are on you," Leo said, grinning