Tin Cup Page #20

120.

McCORD

This is definite jail. This is

life without parole. His only

chance to stage a jail-break is go

at the ball left-handed and hope

he can somehow snake it back into

the fairway, and save par from

there.

Tin Cup glares balefully back at McCord. Then he walks

over to a nearby tree, and surveys the line to the green

from it. He walks back for his ball, turns to McCord...

and we see that familiar fierceness aflame in Tin Cup's

eyes.

TIN CUP:

Fifty bucks says I knock it on...

with a seven iron.

And he selects the seven iron, addresses the ball right- handed,

and:

He swings -- the ball rockets low off his club, and...

... it ricochets off the trunk of a nearby tree, and...

... it bounces up the fairway, skitters past a trap, and

trickles onto the green, stopping ten feet from the pin.

The gallery goes crazy as Tin Cup steps from the woods

collecting his money from McCord while jabbing a taunting

finger at Simms.

133 INT. TELEVISION TOWER 133

Nantz and Wright stare at the monitors.

NANTZ:

That took balls...

134 EXT. GOLF COURSE 134

Simms ignores Tin Cup's taunt, and lines up his shot.

SIMMS:

(to himself)

That's just Roy being Roy. Just

wait him out, Dave. Just make

pars. Let him make the mistakes.

And he hits his iron to the fat part of the green, and -

TIN CUP (O.S.)

Beauty, Dave. Par written all

over it.

121.

135 EXT. LEADER BOARD 135

The scorer posts a -5 next to Tin Cup's name. Simms is

still at -7, and -

CUT TO:

136 EXT. GOLF COURSE - NINTH GREEN 136

Tin Cup intently follows the flight of his iron shot, as:

The ball lands near the front of the green, bounces, then

rolls, following the contour of the green. It finally

stops five feet from the pin.

A SWELLING, DEAFENING ROAR from the GALLERY accompanies

the unfolding shot, and -

137 EXT. TENTH TEE 137

Jacobsen looks toward the roar at the ninth green.

JACOBSEN:

He's making his run.

138 EXT. LEADER BOARD 138

The scorer posts a -6 next to Tin Cup's name. Simms is

still at -7.

CUT TO:

139 EXT. TENTH GREEN - DAY 139

Molly and Doreen watch Tin Cup drain a putt.

MOLLY:

(still watching

Tin Cup)

So why'd you leave him?

DOREEN:

You ever dated a guy who actually

believes in soul mates?

MOLLY:

Actually, no.

DOREEN:

He thinks he's a tough guy, but

he's a hopeless romantic.

122.

And as the gallery falls silent, she turns to watch Tin

Cup.

CUT TO:

140 EXT. ELEVENTH GREEN - DAY 140

Tin Cup's firmly-struck putt spins out of the hole. The

GALLERY GROANS, sharing his agony, and -

141 EXT. TWELFTH TEE 141

Jacobsen, pausing to watch, sighs with relief before

starting down the fairway.

CUT TO:

142 EXT. THIRTEENTH HOLE - DAY 142

Tin Cup follows the flight of his approach, and up ahead

on:

143 EXT. FOURTEENTH TEE - DAY 143

Peter Jacobsen hears the GALLERY ROAR. He turns to his

caddie, incredulous.

JACOBSEN:

He's throwing darts back there.

We gotta make birdies, Squeaky, or

we are playing for second.

And he snatches his driver from the bag, determined to

make birdies.

CUT TO:

144 EXT. LEADER BOARD 144

The scorer posts -7 next to Tin Cup's name. Simms is

still at -7, as is Jacobsen. And...

145 EXT. FOURTEENTH GREEN - DAY 145

Jacobsen rolls a long putt into the hole, and as the

GALLERY CHEERS, he points a finger of challenge back at -

Tin Cup waiting in the fairway. Tin Cup seems to enjoy

the taunt.

TIN CUP:

That's right, Peter. You'n me.

That's all there is.

123.

And he selects a club, and...

CUT TO:

146 INT. DRIVING RANGE (SALOME) - DAY

Tin Cup's fans, deeply into the beer by now, contort withbody-english and holler at the TV screen.

FANS:

Get in there! Come on! Go down!

146

They explode with cheers. Some twirl with glee. Others

exchange high fives.

EARL:

He's tied for the lead again! And

they're running outta holes!

CUT TO:

147 EXT. TELEVISION TOWER - DAY 147

The leader board is superimposed on the monitor.

-8, Jacobsen -8, Simms -7.

McAvoy

NANTZ:

So it's come down to the seventy-

second hole of this greatchampionship, and the skill andcourage of three Texans who havedueled throughout the day for thechance to be crowned OpenChampion... Peter Jacobsen is onthe fairway at 8 under, McAvoy atthe 18th tee is tied at minus 8,

and David Simms trails by one...

148 EXT. EIGHTEENTH TEE 148

Tin Cup and Romeo watch Jacobsen hit his shot.

TIN CUP:

Jacobsen's laying up.

(turning to Simms)

You ain't gonna have that luxury,

Dave. Not if you play to win.

He moves to the tee, and...

CUT TO:

124.

149 EXT. TELEVISION TOWER 149

The monitor shows Tin Cup's drive bounding down themiddle of the fairway.

NANTZ:

McAvoy's hit a perfect drive, Ken.

VENTURI:

I'm not sure that's good news forMcAvoy. With his inexperience,

the last thing he needs is anexcuse to fool with that water

again today.

150 BACK TO TEE 150

Tin Cup whispers to Romeo as Simms tees up.

TIN CUP:

I didn't catch it all.

ROMEO:

Then you got to lay up.

Simms rips a drive down the middle, the ball landinga little short of Roy's.

151 EXT. EIGHTEENTH FAIRWAY - DAY 151

Tin Cup in the fairway, studying his shot.

TIN CUP:

So birdie wins it.

He looks at Simms, ten yards across the fairway from him.

TIN CUP:

You or me, Dave?

Simms points to himself. He has a wood in his hands, but

he puts the club back and reaches for an iron. Tin Cupedges closer to Romeo.

TIN CUP:

(whispering)

He's laying up. Birdie to tie,

eagle to win, and that gutlesswonder's laying up.

ROMEO:

(whispering)

Par to tie, birdie to win... youlay up too, Roy. You can make

birdie laying up.

125.

They watch Simms lay up. Then Romeo offers Tin Cup an

iron, hoping he'll take it.

TIN CUP:

You know something, Romeo? Eagle

puts me ten under. No one's ever

finished an Open ten under, not

even Nicklaus.

ROMEO:

You don't need an eagle. Birdie

wins, par ties.

(firmly)

Hit the lay up. Hole a wedge for

goddamn eagle.

Tin Cup throws some grass in the air, looks back at the

green, the gallery, the whole grand setting... and he

seeks out Molly's face in the crowd. He moves over so

she can hear him.

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