Tin Cup Page #15

88.

ROMEO:

Well she wakin' up with the enemy

-- same thing.

TIN CUP:

Tell me something, Romes -- the

absolute truth -- you think I can

go 72 holes without falling apart.

Romeo keeps driving, pretends not to hear.

TIN CUP:

You heard me! I don't want no

bullshit... do you think I can do

it?

ROMEO:

I don't know, boss, I just don't

know.

And Tin Cup puts on his Walkman, and stares out the

window endlessly at a thousand miles of passing scenery,

to the MUSIC of GEORGE JONES...

DISSOLVE TO:

86 EXT. DESERT - DAY 86

The WINNEBAGO RUMBLES out of the country heading east,

and -

DISSOLVE TO:

94.

87 EXT. CENTRAL TEXAS PLAINS - DAY 87

The Winnebago heads out of the high plains.

DISSOLVE TO:

89 EXT. PINE HILLS GOLF CLUB (NORTH CAROLINA) - DAY 89

The Winnebago passes through a "tunnel" of tall, old

pines into a cathedral environment of old money and

old golf.

90 INT. WINNEBAGO - DAY 90

Romeo and Tin Cup stare out into the trees, the lushness

-- a couple of wide-eyed kids.

TIN CUP:

I bet this is the first Winnebago

they ever saw here...

89.

ROMEO:

Yeah... and the first Mexican...

The Winnebago pulls up to a guard gate -- A SECURITY

GUARD comes to the window. A banner hangs above the

entrance a few paces past the security gate, proclaiming:

"Old Pines -- U.S. Open Championship."

SECURITY GUARD:

Yes?

ROMEO:

Como esta, amigo. I have with me

one of the legendary ball strikers

in the history of golf -

The Security Guard strains to see in.

SECURITY GUARD:

Who's that? Mr. Crenshaw? That you?

Mr. Price, Mr. Norman? No?

Tin Cup leans across Romeo to introduce himself.

TIN CUP:

Roy 'Tin Cup' McAvoy.

Representing the great American

Southwest.

The Guard backs off quickly, turns to his SECOND.

SECURITY GUARD:

Do we have a... McCormack... on

the list.

ROMEO:

McAvoy --Roy McAvoy -- he's a

legend!

SECURITY GUARD:

We got over 150 legends in this

tournament. Sorry.

Romeo starts cursing in Spanish. The Guard is unphased.

SECURITY GUARD:

Call the police.

ROMEO:

Police?

The police quickly appear to take over the situation.

Tin Cup leaps out of the Winnebago to argue his point.

TIN CUP:

There's a mistake here, fellas!

90.

A COP grabs Tin Cup and Roy is ready to fight. It's

getting ugly real fast.

COP:

We'll throw your ass in jail right

now, pal -- there's a lotta

lunatics here and we don't take

chances...

At that moment David Simms pulls in, driving a convertible

sponsor's car. He sees the scuffle, gets

out.

SIMMS:

What's the problem here?

SECURITY GUARD:

This clown says he's in the

Open...

Simms spots Tin Cup -- a delicious moment for him. Tin

Cup wants to hide but he just gamely covers his face.

TIN CUP:

Hiya, David... nice sweater.

SECURITY GUARD:

He's not on the list.

Simms takes the clipboard with the list.

SIMMS:

Hiya, Roy... welcome to the big

leagues...

(checks the list)

Here ya go, Charlie, his name's

right here.

(to Tin Cup)

They spelled your name wrong -easy

mistake with a total unknown.

SECURITY GUARD:

(to Cop)

Let him in.

Simms smiles at Tin Cup, the easy smile of a man on top.

Tin Cup doesn't respond, just asks the Guard:

TIN CUP:

Which way to the practice range?

As Tin Cup tries to regain some dignity, and climbs back

into the Winnebago -

91.

SECURITY GUARD:

(to Simms)

He said he was a 'legend'?

SIMMS:

Oh he is... he's a very big name

at a driving range in Salome,

Texas...

They all have a good laugh, and -

CUT TO:

91 EXT. PRACTICE RANGE - DAY 91

Lots of the big names are there. Romeo is like a kid at

the ballpark.

ROMEO:

Look! Right there! Fred

Couples... and Ray Floyd!

Romeo notices that Tin Cup is staring at the pile of

practice balls lying there on the tee.

TIN CUP:

Look at these balls. Brand new

Titleists. Lookit 'em, every one

a brand new Titleist.

(lowers his voice)

Sneak a few in the bag when you

get a chance. We swipe enough

free sh*t we might even pay for

this fiasco.

Tin Cup limbers up, trying not to be in awe of the real

legends who line the practice range, hitting beautiful

shot after beautiful shot with graceful ease.

ROMEO:

You think it would be

inappropriate to ask Ray Floyd for

an autograph?

TIN CUP:

I think it's a dead giveaway,

Romes... but if I still got the

shanks we're gonna be found out

real fast...

Tin Cup nudges a ball from the pile into address

position. Romeo hands him a different club.

ROMEO:

Hit the seven iron. You never

miss the seven...

92.

TIN CUP:

Good thought, Pods...

Tin Cup waggles, shakes, limbers, addresses...

TIN CUP:

Dollar bills...

And he swings.

THWOCK! A hideous shank squirrels across line, almost

hitting a group of U.S. Open officials. Heads turn.

TIN CUP:

(to anyone who'll

listen)

Who hit that shot? Anybody see?

He addresses another one. And swings.

THWOCK! A disaster. He crumbles.

ROMEO:

A little thin, Boss.

TIN CUP:

A little f***ing thin?! I still

got the shanks! Everybody's

watching! Christ, Simms is here...

Simms has arrived and is watching Tin Cup with delight as

he loosens up.

ROMEO:

Maybe we should work on putting.

Ya can't shank a putt.

Tin Cup pretends to limber a little more before daring to

strike another ball.

TIN CUP:

If you're the Mexican Mac O'Grady,

Romes, you gotta figure out why

I'm still shanking the ball.

(beat)

What's the problem? I'm catching

it on the hosel, right? Moving my

head? I'm laying off it, I'm

pronating, I'm supinating, I'm

clearing too early, I'm clearing

too late, I'm off plane, I ain't

dropping in -- oh, God, my swing

feels like an unfolding lawn chair.

ROMEO:

You got a virus in your brain. I

93.

got to kill the brain to kill the

virus.

TIN CUP:

Anything. Kill me now!

ROMEO:

Put all your change in your right

pocket.

Tin Cup follows orders, not questioning the logic.

ROMEO:

Very good. Now tie your left

shoelace in a double knot.

Again, Tin Cup dutifully follows orders.

ROMEO:

Esta bueno. Now, turn your hat

around backwards and put a blue

tee behind your right ear...

TIN CUP:

I'll look like a fool.

ROMEO:

What you think you look like

hitting those squirrelly chili

peppers up Freddy Couples' ass,

eh? Do what I say or I quit.

TIN CUP:

Okay, okay...

ROMEO:

Perfect... now hit a seven iron

into that tree over there. You're

ready.

Tin Cup hits a perfect seven iron into the trees.

TIN CUP:

How'd I do that?

ROMEO:

You ain't thinking about shanking,

you ain't thinking about the

doctor lady, you ain't thinking

period. You just lookin' like a

fool and hittin' it pure -- your

natural state.

TIN CUP:

F*** you.

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