Tin Cup Page #3

Tin Cup enters, cash in hand, as the regulars all gather

excitedly around the TV monitor now coming in.

TIN CUP:

A class act there, boys -probably

the first actual `lady

type' female ever seen on these

premises -

ROMEO:

Shut up, boss -- we got the Corpus

Christi dog track on the dish -

EARL:

This is yer dead mortal cinch lock

bet with Do-reen.

Everyone's glued to the set. A greyhound race comes on

from a remote Texas track on the gulf.

TIN CUP:

Free money, boys, what does

Doreen know about the fine art of

Greyhound breeding?

ROMEO:

All she knows is she likes the

three dog 'cause his name is

Pride of Odessa 'cause she's

from Odessa.

TIN CUP:

Get ready for Oddessa-lation, boys.

How deep we in?

ROMEO:

You gave her twenty to one -

EARL:

It's only fifteen to one on the

toteboard -

TIN CUP:

Yeah, but I got every other dog

in the race. I'm just getting

even with Doreen -- I'm not

trying to clean her clock.

CLINT:

So how much you stand to lose?

ROMEO:

Twelve thousand.

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TIN CUP:

Hundred.

ROMEO:

Thousand.

TIN CUP:

(panicky)

Hundred.

ROMEO:

You said to shoot the wad.

TIN CUP:

I said get even, Pod. I didn't

say shoot the wad. We better see

that three dog rolling on his ass.

All eyes on the monitor -- the dogs break.

EARL:

Except... if he breaks slow, he

won't get creamed...

The starting box opens -- "THERE GOES THE RABBIT" -- the

three dog breaks slow and trails down the front stretch.

REGULARS:

Three dog's dying, T.C.... easy

money... (etc.)

The one dog veers wide, going into the escape turn,

annihilating the field. Dogs fly ass over teakettle

like bowling pins, and -

REGULARS:

Uh-oh.

The three dog clears the pileup, untouched, hugging the

rail. It has a ten length lead as it moves down the

backstretch and past the toteboard. The race is over -the

three dog wins.

Deathly silence. Somebody flips OFF the TV. Finally,

in a lame attempt to lighten the moment, Romeo speaks -

ROMEO:

So, Roy, you were saying you

felt a little flutter for this

doctor lady?

TIN CUP:

Yes, I was saying that... just

before I was interrupted by...

bankruptcy -- a development that

the 'Doctor Lady,' as you call her,

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will consider utterly predictable.

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8 EXT. GOLDEN TASSEL NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 8

The marquee advertises: EXOTIC DANCERS/STEAK $4.00.

parking lot is full of pickup trucks and beer cans.

Tin Cup and Romeo head toward the entrance.

ROMEO:

We lost everything, boss! We owe

Doreen twelve thousand bucks!

The

TIN CUP:

I think I been dating too manybig-haired blondes.

ROMEO:

Them big-haired blondes are a lotsmarter 'n us...

(beat)

... how we gonna pay her?

TIN CUP:

You underestimate me, Romes.

Romeo doesn't realize the truth in his own response.

ROMEO:

It's a bad habit I picked upfrom knowing you so long.

TURK (THE BOUNCER)

Hey, Tin Cup, Doreen's looking for

ya -TIN

CUP:

I'm sure she is...

They enter the strip joint.

CUT TO:

9 INT. GOLDEN TASSEL - NIGHT 9

A nearly-NAKED DANCER on stage to a lot of whoopingcowboys. Tin Cup moves in this world with ease andsomething that passes for grace. Everyone knows him.

WAITRESS/STRIPPERHey, Tin Cup, haven't seen ya inthree days!

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TIN CUP:

Busy man, Courtenay, busy man -

As they pass the stage, even the Naked Dancer interrupts

her moment with a bunch of guys offering dollar bills -

NAKED DANCER:

Tin Cup! Hi, sweetie!

TIN CUP:

Hiya, honey -- lookin' sweet...

And backstage they go, easily waved through by another

bouncer. They come up to a dressing room door. And

knock.

A voice from inside.

VOICE (O.S.)

That better be you, Roy.

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enter this holy of holies with complete familiarity. And

there she is -- DOREEN, 35, at least, the classic chesty,

hippie, big-wigged Texas goddess. She's older than the

other girls, and more experienced in every way. She's

smoking a cigarette and finishing up the touches on her

stripper's outfit.

Tin Cup and Romeo stand at her beckoning.

TIN CUP:

Doreen...

ROMEO:

You're looking particularly

lovely this evening -- This is

nicer than the leopard suit -

DOREEN:

Cut the horseshit, guys. So...

the one and two dogs always run

wide and the three dog always

breaks slow, so I figure there's

gonna be a big ol' pile of fur at

the turn and the three dog's

gonna tiptoe around it and walk

on home... I was right.

(smiles)

You owe me twelve thousand

dollars.

ROMEO:

We going to pay you.

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Tin Cup squirms as Doreen babbles a bit.

DOREEN:

I know you're going to pay me.

DOREEN (CONT'D)

(admiring her own

outfit)

Y'know I finally got rid of the

leopard suit thing -- it was so

retro, y'know... it's not easy

being a post-modern stripper...

(beat)

So... twelve big ones?

Tin Cup finally digs into his coat pocket and produces

some official-looking papers. He hands them to her.

TIN CUP:

There. With equity and inventory

it's worth twelve grand... more or

less.

Doreen leans forward to examine the papers. She looks at

Tin Cup with surprise.

DOREEN:

This is how you think you can

settle up? By deeding me your

driving range?

TIN CUP:

Only on condition you don't sell

right away, and me'n Romeo keep

our jobs.

DOREEN:

What in the world would I want

with your stupid driving range?

TIN CUP:

Equity, inventory, cash flow...

not to mention an enhanced stature

in the community, and prepaid

membership in the Salome Chamber

of Commerce.

For a moment, Doreen can only stare dumbly at Tin Cup,

caught off guard by this unexpected turn of fortune. Then

she starts to consider the idea more seriously.

DOREEN:

What are your labor costs?

(off no response

from Tin Cup)

Payroll, Roy. What do you pay

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your help?

TIN CUP:

Let's see... the tractor kid getsfive bucks an hour. Romeo, he

gets ten cash -DOREEN

What do you pay yourself?

Myself?

TIN CUP:

Doreen nods in a way Tin Cup finds threatening.

DOREEN:

To hit golf balls all day... whenyou're not breaking for beers orcorn dogs or to gather the guysand lay bets on which crow fliesoff the fence next.

TIN CUP:

You're referring to my managerialsalary?

DOREEN:

I'm referring to every nickel yousnatch out of the till and everybag of beer nuts you lift from therack, is what I'm referring to.

(beat)

I'll say it's worth ten and youstill owe me two.

She smiles, he sighs.

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11 EXT. PAWN SHOP - MORNING 11

Tin Cup parks his big old red Cadillac convertible outfront. He goes around to the trunk, opens it, takes outhis golf clubs, and carries them into the pawn shop.

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12 EXT. DRIVING RANGE - RIDGE - PARKED WINNEBAGO - MORNING 12

Tin Cup's domicile, parked near a slow-moving river. The

red Cadillac is parked out front next to Romeo's MercuryComet.

ROMEO (V.O.)

(with horror, inside

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the Winnebago)

You hocked your golf clubs?!

A13 INT. WINNEBAGO - DAY A13

Tin Cup sits on the couch, swigging Maalox.

TIN CUP:

I still got two grand to pay off.

And I can't see my new salary ofseven bucks an hour plus lessonsgetting it done.

ROMEO:

But your clubs are your livelihood.

TIN CUP:

Well the hood ain't too lively atthe moment.

A CAR HORN SOUNDS from outside.

TIN CUP:

Whoever it is, tell 'em I'm in

Houston on business.

Romeo opens the door, and steps outside.

David Simms!

town?

ROMEO:

What you doing in

Romeo steps outside to greet Simms. Warily.

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13 EXT. WINNEBAGO - DAY 13

Romeo and Simms under the awning.

parked nearby.

A spiffy new car

DAVID SIMMS, 38, looking every bit like the successfultour pro he is... Payne Stewart to Tin Cup's Maynard G.

Krebs.

SIMMS:

Romeo! It's been awhile.

Tin Cup around?

Is

Romeo is evasive.

ROMEO:

He's on business in Houston... You

supposed to be out playin' on thegolf tour.

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