Tin Cup Page #19

MOLLY:

Ex-shrink.

(matter-of-factly)

We're sleeping together now so I

can't be his therapist.

DOREEN:

I knew it.

MOLLY:

Knew what?

DOREEN:

Nothing, dear. Good luck.

(looking around)

Say, I have a little extra cash -why

don't we go somewhere fancy

and celebrate -- y'know, kinda get

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ready for the final round?

But the Regulars overwhelm her.

DEWEY:

This is the Waffle House, Doreen -

CURT:

Hell, I been dreaming of waffles

for 1800 miles...

EARL:

They got a waffle house in Odessa

just about like this...

JOSE:

Odessa? It's in Midland, ain't it?...

CLINT:

No, it's in Odessa.

They all pull up chairs and settle in for a long evening

at the Waffle House.

Tin Cup leans back in his chair, turns to Molly.

TIN CUP:

It just don't get much better than

this...

CLINT/EARL

You the man, Cup, you the man...

Romeo leans over to Doreen amidst the chaos and speaks

with suave elegance.

ROMEO:

You're looking particularly lovely

this evening... the coif is

extraordinary.

DOREEN:

Why thank you... Romeo.

CUT TO:

123 INT. WINNEBAGO - NIGHT (LATER) 123

All twelve of them are asleep or nearly so in the R.V.,

sprawled on and over every surface. Much snoring.

CLOSE ON MOLLY:

Her face close to Tin Cup's. Both awake.

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MOLLY:

You nervous about tomorrow?

TIN CUP:

Yeah, I'm nervous. So's everybody

else. But I only gotta come and

catch Simms. Sixty-seven guys

gotta come and get me...

Silence. Except for the random snore.

TIN CUP:

It won't always be like this...

y'know... with me... surrounded by

all these guys... snoring... a

stripper ex-girlfriend on the

floor... my caddie sleeping next to

her... all of us damn near

broke... won't always be like

this...

She puts her finger over his mouth gently.

MOLLY:

Yes it will... yes it will... and

it's okay...

CUT TO:

A124 EXT. WINNEBAGO - DAWN A124

Tin Cup slips out of the trailer -- Romeo follows.

DISSOLVE TO:

B124 EXT. RANGE - EARLY AM B124

Tin Cup hitting golf balls alone, except for the faithful

Romeo, getting ready for the final round of the U.S.

Open.

CUT TO:

C124 INT. WINNEBAGO - MORNING C124

Molly serves coffee to the regulars. She's upset.

MOLLY:

Which one of you is the bookie?

DEWEY:

We all are, but Earl's the best.

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MOLLY:

What are the odds that Roy will win?

EARL:

Vegas has him at ten to one. They're

sure he's gonna self-destruct.

MOLLY:

Those sound good to me -- I want

you to place a bet for me. Five

thousand nine hundred dollars on

Tin Cup to win.

They stare nervously.

CURT:

That's your nestegg.

EARL:

That's a bad idea, honey -- we

love him, but he's gonna fuckup

-

MOLLY:

I said put it all on Roy. Got

it?

DEWEY:

We can't let you -

MOLLY:

Boys -

Silence. Molly's in charge. She hands them a roll of

cash.

MOLLY:

Put it all on Tin Cup.

Earl reluctantly takes the money.

CUT TO:

124 EXT. PUTTING GREEN - MORNING 124

Tin Cup hits putts, intense, focused. Peter Jacobsen

works his way over to Tin Cup.

JACOBSEN:

Looking a little tight, Ledge.

TIN CUP:

Musta got too much sleep last

night. How you choking?

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JACOBSEN:

Just got one thought in my head.

Ten under. That's my number.

Tin Cup looks up, amused by the gamesmanship.

TIN CUP:

No one's ever been ten under for

the Open, not even Nicklaus.

JACOBSEN:

That's right, Ledge. Not even

Nicklaus.

And he moves off to putt. Tin Cup drops a couple balls

on the green to putt, and:

A ball rolls past them and into a hole. Tin Cup looks

over and sees Simms.

SIMMS:

Sorry, Roy, can't believe I didn't

see you with all that high-priced

endorsement crap you're flaunting.

TIN CUP:

That's always been your problem,

Dave. You don't think about

winning; you just want to look

good.

(turns away

to putt)

Thing is, this ain't a beauty

pageant.

(turns back, getting

in Simms' face)

And it ain't a rain-shortened Quad

Cities or a Greater Greensboro you

can back into. This is you'n me,

pal. This is match-play, and this

time you ain't getting no three

shots.

CUT TO:

125 EXT. FIRST TEE - HIGH ANGLE - DAY 125

A large gallery surrounds the tree and lines the fairway

as:

STARTER:

With the honor in the final

pairing, from Salome, Texas, Mr.

Roy McAvoy.

Boisterous applause. Tin Cup tips his cap and nods at

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David Simms, his pairing in this the final twosome of thefinal round of the U.S. Open.

TIN CUP:

Fairways and greens, Dave... anddon't forget to wave as I blow by.

SIMMS:

You mean blow up? Like you alwaysdo?

And Tin Cup moves to the tee.

His hand shakes worse than it did the first day as hetees his ball. Stepping back to line up his shot, hepeers down the fairway through a narrow corridor offaces. A daunting sight. He edges over to Romeo andtautly whispers:

TIN CUP:

Do me a favor. Bet me a buck I

don't put it in the fairway.

ROMEO:

I bet you a hundred.

TIN CUP:

Okay, good.

(going to tee off)

Puts things back in perspective.

CUT TO:

126 EXT. FIRST HOLE - MINUTE LATER 126

Tin Cup looks at his ball, almost invisible in the deeprough. He tries to locate the green beyond the treesthat surround him. In golf parlance, he's in jail. He

selects a club.

ROMEO:

Which way you going?

Tin Cup points over the trees.

addresses the shot. Then:

Romeo grimaces. Tin Cup

Tin Cup swings -- the ball flutters weakly out of therough and disappears into the branches of a bushy tree,

dropping eventually next to its trunk, and:

CUT TO:

127 LEADER BOARD 127

A scorer changes the number beside Tin Cup's name from -7

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to -5. Simms is still -7.

CUT TO:

128 EXT. THIRD TEE - DAY 128

Tin Cup arrives on the tee where Simms now has the honor.

SIMMS:

Nice double, Roy.

TIN CUP:

Just keep making pars, a**hole.

SIMMS:

I'll take eighteen of 'em.

TIN CUP:

And I will own you.

CUT TO:

129 EXT. THIRD GREEN - DAY 129

Molly and Doreen stand together behind the big gallery.

Molly is using a cardboard periscope to look over thegallery to the green. Doreen is on her tip-toes but allshe can see are the backs of heads.

A swell of cheers builds, then turns to groans.

MOLLY:

Oh no, Tin Cup ran it five feet

past.

(beat)

How did he get the name 'Tin Cup'?

DOREEN (O.S.)

He played catcher on the highschool baseball team. The star

pitcher had this big-league curve,

and not all his pitches hit Royin the mitt. Finally, you gottarespect a man's doggedness. You

know?

(beat)

The team decided Tin Cup soundedbetter than Clank.

Molly puts down the periscope at that remark, and handsit to Doreen.

MOLLY:

'Clank''s not a good name for a

man...

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Doreen looks through the periscope.

PERISCOPE'S POV - TIN CUP

lining up a putt. She pans over to Romeo helping him.

DOREEN (V.O.)

Tell me something, Molly... haveyou ever had a Latin lover?

CUT TO:

130 EXT. LEADER BOARD 130

The regulars study the board -- the scruffiest lot everseen at an Open. Next to them stand a group of U.S.G.A.

officials, all in neat, matching blazers. The contrast

is thrilling.

CLINT:

Our boy's in trouble... ya thinkhe's chokin'?

EARL:

Our boy don't choke.

but he don't choke...

He fucks up

The scorer changes the number beside Tin Cup's name to-- -4. Simms is -7, and -CUT

TO:

131 EXT. TV TOWER - DAY 131

Wright looks at the monitor where Tin Cup stands among

some trees.

BEN WRIGHT:

This is disaster for McAvoy.

After losing three shots to par inthe first four holes, he should

have just taken iron off the teeto get the ball in play. Does he

have any shot at all, Gary McCord?

132 EXT. FIFTH HOLE - DAY 132

Tin Cup's ball lies on dirt next to the trunk of a tree.

He surveys his options. Behind him, wearing a headset,

McCord analyzes the situation for the TV viewers.

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