Tin Cup Page #17

MOLLY:

(to bartender)

And give me a vodka tonic with a

twist -

SIMMS:

Molly, really, this isn't...

dignified...

MOLLY:

Roy?

TIN CUP:

I wanta go back to Texas...

MOLLY:

What about the river, the piranha,

the immortality? All that

bullshit? You gonna drag your ass

home with an 83?

(looks around)

In fact, two hundred says he can

hit it through that door, over the

patio, into the river, and make

that pelican fly off that post.

Everyone strains to look -

POV - ABOUT 170 YARDS AWAY

A pelican sits on a piling in the river. Impossible.

BACK TO SCENE:

101.

SIMMS:

This is ridiculous...

But Romeo's sizing it up.

ROMEO:

You got that shot, Pods, hood the

seven, turn it over, start it low,

right to left...

Molly takes a swig of her drink and slaps some money on

the bar.

MOLLY:

I'm not leaving till one of you

men starts acting in a manly

fashion.

Simms puts a hundred dollar bill on the counter.

SIMMS:

Let's just get this over with.

One ball, one swing, one gull.

MOLLY:

Roy?

Tin Cup still sits, head half buried at the bar. He's

never passed up such an opportunity, but he's pretty low.

ROMEO:

You the man.

He turns from his bar stool, glances at the situation.

TIN CUP:

One swing? Four to one odds.

SIMMS:

I'll make it ten to one. Stick it

up your ass. I'm leading the

Open.

MOLLY:

Now we're talking! Manly men!

Whoas! From the barside gallery. Tin Cup rises and

someone hands him a club. Suddenly there's a crowd,

including Gary McCord who's been watching from the far

end of the bar. He grabs a seltzer hose as if it's a

mike and begins announcing.

McCORD

... He's looking at thirty yards

of bar and grill, an opening

through the French doors, forty

yards of patio umbrellas, a

102.

hundred yards of water, and a

lonely pelican sitting out there

in a 15 mile an hour breeze, south

by southwest...

(beat)

He'll probably try to shut down a

four iron -- no, he's selected his

trusty seven iron...

Tin Cup steps up to a ball lying on the carpet.

TIN CUP:

Kind of a thin lie...

SIMMS:

Beats all that deep rough you were

in today...

ROMEO:

Fore in the grill! Fore on the

patio! You're the legend, boss...

Tin Cup suddenly backs off the swing and turns to Molly.

TIN CUP:

What is this all about?

MOLLY:

Shut up and hit the ball.

McCORD

(on "mike")

The Ledge still has to be thinking

about that brutal, ego-sapping,

manhood-robbing eighty-three he

buried himself under yesterday. I

mean, that's just an avalanche of

golf swings, a landslide, a

pyroclastic flow -

TIN CUP:

Dollar bills...

98

And he swings -- the ball rockets through the hall and 98

clears the open door...

The bettors pile from the bar and grill and race to the

patio to watch the flight of the ball, as -

It's carrying, it's hooking, it's carrying, then:

THWACK! -- It hits the piling! The SEAGULL lifts off,

SCREECHING angrily.

ROMEO:

Stiff, baby, stiff!

103.

99 A whoop goes up -- And Simms storms out. 99

SIMMS:

I'm outta here. You're all nuts.

MOLLY:

I musta been blind thinking youwere worth a sh*t, Simmsy!

(raucously)

Drinks on me, boys! Helluva shot,

Roy!

TIN CUP:

Actually I thinned it a little orthat pelican'd be flying aroundwith a Titleist up his ass...

This is the old Tin Cup -- and he's in the clubhouse withan eightyfuckingthree.

CUT TO:

100 EXT. WINNEBAGO IN PARKING LOT - NIGHT 100

Pouring rain -- Lightning and THUNDERSTORMS.

down on the club and the beat-up RV.

It pours

Romeo stands outside with an umbrella, dragging on acigarette, trying to stay warm.

101 INT. WINNEBAGO - NIGHT 101

Tin Cup and Molly in bed, lit only by light spilling infrom a parking lamp. They make love with enthusiasm,

finally wobbling to a stop.

Silence, except for the rain. Until:

TIN CUP:

I kinda shanked it, eh?

MOLLY:

No, no, no... you were great...

TIN CUP:

Tempo is everything...

MOLLY:

Perfection's unobtainable...

TIN CUP:

Mighta rushed it on the downswing...

104.

MOLLY:

Come over the top a little...

TIN CUP:

Yeah... well, as Walter Hagen once

said -- 'Sex and golf are the only

two things you can be bad at and

still enjoy...'

MOLLY:

Let's take a mulligan and tee

it up again -

They embrace with enthusiasm and start thrashing again.

102 BACK OUTSIDE 102

Romeo's patience is getting thin. He pounds on the door.

ROMEO:

You guys done yet? This is no

time for a marathon...

The rain keeps coming down.

CUT TO:

103 EXT. GOLF COURSE - NEXT DAY 103

Galleries line fairways and fill stands. The course is

wet, the skies threatening, but play is underway.

104 EXT. TELEVISION TOWER - DAY 104

JIM NANTZ in the booth.

NANTZ:

The sun is struggling to come out,

the course is drying up, and in

case you're just joining us, the

leaders have just reached the

ninth hole because of delayed

starting times -

(beat)

-- David Simms is clinging to a

one shot lead over Peter Jacobsen...

but the real story is out on

sixteen where a driving range pro

who shot an opening eighty-three

is making a run at perhaps the

most legendary round of golf in

Open history, Johnny Miller's

sixty-three at Oakmont -- Ben

Wright is in the tower at

105.

sixteen...

CUT TO:

105 EXT. SIXTEENTH HOLE - DAY 105

We hear Ben Wright's voice as Tin Cup marks his ball onthe green. A small gallery has begun to follow him.

WRIGHT (V.O.)

If anyone was ever to make a runat what is the most storied number

in Open history, Miller's sixty-

three, it would be today when therain has softened the greens,

enabling the players to take deadaim at the flags. Still, the

unswerving courage of an unknowndriving range pro from Salome hasraised that humble journeyman fromthe ashes of an ignominiouseighty-three to wave a mighty fistat the pantheon of golf'simmortals. This man, this RoyMcAvoy has laid siege to therecord book by birdieing the firstseven holes. A brave par from thewater at eight, and a gloriousbirdie three at the dauntingtwelfth, another at thirteen...

Tin Cup gets his read, and steps up to putt.

WRIGHT (V.O.)

... this putt to go ten under forthe day...

Tin Cup putts -- When the ball is still two feet from thehole, Tin Cup raises his putter in triumph... and sureenough, the ball drops in the hole.

CUT TO:

106 EXT. GOLF COURSE - HIGH ANGLE - DAY 106

Golf fans stream from other fairways to catch up as:

A107 EXT. SEVENTEENTH GREEN A107

Tin Cup knocks his approach to within six feet of the

cup. The swelling gallery at the green roars.

CUT TO:

106.

107 INT. DRIVING RANGE (SALOME) - EVENING 107

Doreen is behind the till. The regulars and several

customers crowd the counter, staring up at the TELEVISION

as Dewey rushes in from his job.

DEWEY:

They said on the radio he was ten

under -

EVERYONE:

Shhhh!!!

Silence, everyone watching the TV, everyone starting to

contort in body-English, then:

A joyous roar -- Tin Cup's putt went down.

with glee.

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