Tin Cup Page #14

DEWEY:

And since I couldn't get the post

office to come aboard, me and my

girl friend Muriel's gonna buy a

fan club patch you can put anywhere

you want.

Doreen and the regulars look at Tin Cup proudly.

TIN CUP:

I'm supposed to wear this sh*t?

JOSE:

This sh*t is us, man. You can't

win without us.

DOREEN:

You're the pride of Salome!

TIN CUP:

Hell, I won't even make the cut!

DOREEN:

What happened to your confidence?

ROMEO:

He's shanking his love life so

he's shanking the golf ball.

DOREEN:

Must be true love.

ROMEO:

He's a goner.

Tin Cup surveys all the bizarre sponsorship loot, and

starts loosening up. These are his people, after all,

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and they're behind him all the way.

TIN CUP:

Look, everybody, this is great.

I'm sorry I'm acting so pathetic

but my swing's never abandoned me

before. I just need a little time

to work it out.

EARL:

Anything you want -

CLINT:

Give him some room, boys -

TIN CUP:

(to anyone who'll

listen)

Maybe it's my grip... maybe I'm

opening up too soon... too late...

coming over the top... no,

dropping underneath...

(beat)

Oh, sweet Jesus, why have you

abandoned me?

DOREEN:

(to the regulars)

He's trying to talk to God. It's

time for us to go.

Doreen and the regulars quietly slip away to leave Tin

Cup with his newly sponsored gifts and, more importantly,

his newly lost grip, swing, and confidence.

ROMEO:

You want me to stay, boss?

TIN CUP:

I need to be alone.

ROMEO:

You got it.

And Romeo herds the rest of them out to their cars in the

lot. And as they drive away, Tin Cup sits down, his head

in his hands.

DISSOLVE TO:

81 EXT. RANGE - NEXT MORNING 81

The Winnebago sits forlornly in the parking lot next to

the range which has never looked lonelier.

Tin Cup's Caddy convertible pulls up to the Winnebago.

83.

But Roy isn't driving -- Molly is.

the door.

She gets out, goes to

She knocks.

Roy?

MOLLY:

Anybody home?

There's no answer so she tries the door, and walks in on:

CUT TO:

82 INT. WINNEBAGO - MORNING 82

Tin Cup stands there caught, like a deer in theheadlights, like a man caught cross dressing, a privateconfession made public -- he can't run and he can'thide...

Roy "Tin Cup" McAvoy is wearing every gimmick that Mollyfirst arrived with -- plus many more. He wears a

pendulum cap, his arms are strapped together, a curioustriangular coat hanger type contraption connects hiselbows, there's a neck brace, an ankle anchor, an arrow

attachment to his left hand, a bucket for right foot, heswings a collapsible club... and a BEGINNERS GOLF VIDEOPROJECTS loudly from his VCR, so loudly that he neverheard her knocking.

My God...

MOLLY:

Aarghh...

TIN CUP:

Roy...

MOLLY:

TIN CUP:

Dr. Griswold...

A moment of pathetic silence, then:

Molly starts laughing -- He is destroyed.

TIN CUP:

The therapist laughs at herpatient? Is that how it works? A

man is laid bare before God and

he's the butt of the cosmic joke?

MOLLY:

I'm sorry, I just...

TIN CUP:

Some of this sh*t might actually

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work, y'know... I mean I think

there's something to this hat

with the pendulum golf ball

thing... may be on to something

here...

MOLLY:

Oh, Roy, Jesus... Quoting yourself,

'It is the paraphernalia for lost

and desperate souls.'

Tin Cup lets down. The wind goes out of his sails and he

loses his defensiveness.

TIN CUP:

Well, God damn... a lost and

desperate soul stands before you.

(beat)

I assume I have the

confidentiality of doctor-client

privilege in regards to this

outfit?

MOLLY:

Of course you do. What happened?

TIN CUP:

I got the shanks.

MOLLY:

Are you taking penicillin?

TIN CUP:

It can't be treated! It's much

worse than whatever you thought it

was.

(beat)

There's a glitch in my swing.

MOLLY:

So it's in Romeo's department?

TIN CUP:

He thinks it's your department -says

it's a head thing.

MOLLY:

Oh. Well. I just came over to

congratulate you on the regionals

and return your car -- David says

he doesn't want it, just wanted to

make a point with you -

(beat)

But I suppose we could have a

therapy session right here and now

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TIN CUP:

I don't want therapy. I want you.

MOLLY:

Roy... I gotta get some air -

TIN CUP:

Look at me -(

considering what

that means)

Well, not right at the moment -but

listen to me. You're with the

wrong guy. I'm the right guy.

Everyone tells me my face is all

screwed up tight as a drum 'cause

I've been crazy about you from

the day you showed up wearing

this stupid stuff and the whole

damn thing has both inspired

me to get here on the verge of

greatness yet it's also caused

me to get the shanks which

could humiliate me in front of

a zillion people.

(beat)

Such is life. So dump that phony

bastard and come to the Open in my

corner -- you can delay your

romantic urges, which I know are

lurking in there among the excess

of brain cells you possess -until

the appropriate time...

(beat)

Tell me you're not at least

moderately attracted to me.

Tin Cup stands there with the ball still dangling from

his hat, the leather straps, the bucket, the arrows -for

the moment he's forgotten how stupid he looks.

MOLLY:

You have moments.

TIN CUP:

Tell me which ones are my moments

and I'll try to duplicate them.

MOLLY:

This is a moment. You look great.

TIN CUP:

Now?!

MOLLY:

Utterly exposed, completely

vulnerable, the inner child trying

to get out.

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TIN CUP:

My inner child needs spanking.

MOLLY:

You always liked that part about

saddling up, the smell of leather

TIN CUP:

C'mon, let's have a drink. Call

it therapy. Charge me 75 an hour.

Little Cuervo, little Freud...

She's thinking about it.

MOLLY:

Naw... I gotta go.

(turns to leave)

Oh, I don't have a car, I

need a ride.

CUT TO:

83 EXT. ALONG RIVER BACK TO TOWN - DAY 83

Tin Cup and Molly in his convertible. He works on her

without pushing too hard.

TIN CUP:

I know a spot along the river's

great to watch the sunset?

MOLLY:

Not tonight.

TIN CUP:

'Not tonight' means maybe some

other night?

MOLLY:

I didn't mean it like that.

TIN CUP:

Consciously you didn't mean it

like that -- but how about

unconsciously, you're the expert,

did you mean it unconsciously?

MOLLY:

Unconsciously, Roy, I don't have a

clue what I'm talking about.

TIN CUP:

I feel we're making progress.

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MOLLY:

I do too. But I have no idea what

it's progress towards...

A84 EXT. MOLLY'S OFFICE - DUSK A84

The Caddy pulls up in front of her office at the newmall. She gets out.

MOLLY:

Good luck in the Open, Roy.

TIN CUP:

Put your money on me, Doc, theodds are fabulous and God knows

I'm overdue...

He drives away, and we stay:

CLOSE ON MOLLY:

Watching Tin Cup careen away in his Caddy.

CUT TO:

84/85 EXT. SOUTHWESTERN HIGHWAY - DAY 84/85

The intrepid Winnebago on the way to the Open.

drives -- Tin Cup stares out the window.

Romeo

ROMEO:

You got to relax, boss -TIN

CUP:

Goin' to the U.S. Open with theshanks. Gonna be chili dipping myway around the course on worldwidetelevision... sure, relax.

ROMEO:

I'm gonna get rid of them shanksfor ya. No hay problema.

TIN CUP:

Molly and I are circling eachother... I can feel it...

ROMEO:

She the enemy, boss.

Naw...

TIN CUP:

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