Tin Cup Page #10

56.

nothing bugs me -- except

insufficient applause.

(surveying the

fairway)

Gimme the lumber.

But Romeo is handing him a two iron.

ROMEO:

I think two iron's safer.

TIN CUP:

I said I want the Big Dog.

Romeo looks warily down the fairway of a tight dogleg

left par five.

ROMEO:

Tight par five, out of bounds

left... you don't want to hit

driver.

TIN CUP:

I'm not going left of those trees.

I'm going over those trees... with

a little draw. That way I get

home in two. That way I'm putting

for eagle.

ROMEO:

You don't need eagle to qualify!

You need to get used to playing

smart --no mistakes wins the

Open.

TIN CUP:

Qualify? I want the course

record! Now gimme the lumber!

Tin Cup reaches for the driver. Romeo shifts the golf

bag beyond Tin Cup's reach.

ROMEO:

You not going to listen to me?

You don't care I'm trying to help?

You think I'm full of sh*t?

TIN CUP:

I think I'm gonna get penalized

for slow play if you don't give me

that f***ing driver.

ROMEO:

You a head case, boss, always

were, always will be.

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TIN CUP:

Then let's ask the head doctor.

Dr. Griswold?

(to Molly)

Dr. Griswold, should I hit the Big

Dog or the two?

Suddenly an OFFICIAL steps forward.

P.G.A. OFFICIAL

Soliciting shot selection advice

is a two-stroke penalty.

MOLLY:

Trust your feelings, Roy.

TIN CUP:

(to Romeo)

Ha! Gimme the driver and shut up.

Romeo pulls out the driver and he snaps it in half over

his knee. He tosses the two halves on the ground near

Tin Cup.

ROMEO:

... Go ahead. Hit the driver.

Tin Cup looks at the two halves of his driver, curbing

his anger, not giving Romeo the satisfaction of a

reaction.

TIN CUP:

I changed my mind. Gimme the

three wood.

ROMEO:

You can't clear the dogleg with a

three wood.

TIN CUP:

Wanna bet?

Romeo pulls out the three wood, snaps it over his knee,

and tosses the halves on the ground next to the driver

halves. Tin Cup turns with amusement to his playing

partners, lest they think management has lost the upper

hand with labor.

TIN CUP:

Guess I'm going with the safe

shot, boys.

Tin Cup reaches for the two iron, studies it a moment,

frowns, and then:

He snaps it over his knee. He dumps these halves on the

ground with the halves of the driver and three wood.

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Romeo stares, aghast. Tin Cup merely shrugs.

TIN CUP:

Sometimes I fan that two iron.

Better gimme the three.

Romeo warily hands Tin Cup the three iron. Tin Cup looks

at it, frowns, then:

He snaps it over his knee and tosses it on the ground.

Molly leans over to the regulars.

MOLLY:

Is this normal behavior for him?

EARL:

The word 'normal' and him don't

collide in the same sentence too

often.

She watches in amazement as -

TIN CUP:

Sometimes I catch that three a

little thin...

He drops the three iron halves with the other halves, and

steps past Romeo and sequentially yanks all but the seven

iron from his bag.

He snaps them over his knee, one by one, citing the

crimes of each club with mounting absurdity and ire.

TIN CUP:

And I've hooked my four iron...

(snap)

... and hit flyers with the

five...

(snap)

... and shanked the six...

(snap)

... and skulled the eight...

(snap)

... and fatted the nine...

(snap)

... and chili-dipped the wedge...

(snap)

... and bladed the sand wedge...

(snap; then pauses

to reflect

contemptuously

on his putter)

... and then there's Mister

Three-putt...

He snaps the putter in half and dumps it in the pile of

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broken clubs at his feet.

Then, he reaches for the last club in his bag, the seveniron. The regulars hold their breath, thinking this isthe end of Tin Cup's Open bid. But...

Tin Cup smiles and caresses the seven ironaffectionately.

TIN CUP:

But the seven iron, I never miss

the seven iron. It's the onlytruly safe club in my bag.

He moves to the tee, drops a ball, and hits it down themiddle with the seven iron.

TIN CUP:

You happy, Romeo?

ROMEO:

No, boss, I'm tired... my life'stoo short to spend it watching youfall apart. I done it too manytimes.

Romeo turns and starts walking away.

TIN CUP:

What's this? You're quitting?

First sign of adversity, you'requitting?

(as Romeocontinues)

Anyone want to bet me I can't parin with a seven iron?

(to Molly)

Doc? Take the bet?

MOLLY:

Roy -- just shut up and hit theball.

CUT TO:

54 QUICK SERIES OF SHOTS 54

Tin Cup's magic with a seven iron.

seven iron.

He drives with a

55 He chips with a seven iron. 55

56 He blasts out of sand with an open-bladed seven iron. 56

60.

CUT TO:

57 EXT. COTTONWOOD LOCAL QUALIFIER - EIGHTEENTH HOLE - DAY 57

Tin Cup drains a ten foot putt -- also with the seveniron, and left-handed to boot. He's past the localqualifier.

The regulars erupt in cheers.

the Masters.

You'd have thought he won

And Tin Cup shrugs to the tiny gallery, with insoucianceand cockiness, and pronounces -TIN

CUP:

An easy game, this golf...

CUT TO:

58 EXT. 19TH HOLE - OUTDOOR BAR - DAY (LATER) 58

Tin Cup holds court surrounded by his regulars and muchof the gallery. He's a local hero -- but Molly's notimpressed.

A WAITRESS delivers a tray of long neck beers.

19TH HOLE WAITRESS

Beer for everybody.

CLINT:

You the man, Tin Cup!

A toast is raised to their king, and Tin Cup eats it up.

TIN CUP:

Thanks, boys, what'ya think was mybest shot -- the seven iron on

twelve, the seven iron on

fourteen, or maybe it was thebunker shot on eighteen which, tomy recollection was a -- seven iron?

Much laughter. This is the Tin Cup they love.

EARL:

You definitely the man!

TIN CUP:

How'd I do, Doc?

MOLLY:

(cheerfully)

You failed miserably.

61.

TIN CUP:

What?! I parred the back nine

with a seven iron, I qualified for

the regionals, I -

MOLLY:

Your job is not just to qualify

for the Open, it's to prepare for

the Open. My job is to help you

prepare.

TIN CUP:

You said to 'trust my feelings'!

MOLLY:

I didn't know you felt like

breaking all the clubs in your

bag.

CLINT:

He didn't break the seven!

EARL:

He smoked that seven, brother -

MOLLY:

From what I understand, the U.S.

Open is the most difficult golf

tournament in the world played

under the most difficult

circumstances with the greatest

players -- winning it means

controlling yourself, managing

your emotions, staying cool, not

getting in a pissing contest with

your caddie who, incidentally,

quit.

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