Tin Cup Page #4

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SIMMS:

(unfazed)

Well, you tell him I'm in town for

my big charity best-ball

tournament, and I got a spot for

him when he comes back from...

whatever.

ROMEO:

You got a spot for Tin Cup? I

thought you hated him.

SIMMS:

Romeo! You wound me. I'm fond

of the guy, going way back to our

days at University of Houston,

when we won all those titles

together.

ROMEO:

He says he carried you on his

back.

Simms won't be drawn into this adolescent competition -he's

too comfortable with himself and his success.

SIMMS:

I didn't have much craft back

then -- just a little native

ability. Roy's a great ball-

striker....

ROMEO:

Why you here?

SIMMS:

I want to win my own tournament,

and he can help me if we can

manage to behave like grownups

together. Tell him that.

Tin Cup suddenly appears in the doorway.

TIN CUP:

What's the catch?

SIMMS:

There is no catch. I put together

a tournament with an elite field

and a half-million dollar purse,

and I'm tired of seeing all the

money head out of town.

TIN CUP:

Then make more birdies.

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SIMMS:

I need you on my team.

TIN CUP:

You ain't that friendly a guy...

SIMMS:

We're playing Cottonwood where you

once shot fifty-nine, where you

can shoot sixty-five in your sleep

'cuz you know every bump on every

fairway, every subtle break on

every green -

TIN CUP:

(warily)

You an' me -

SIMMS:

Me an' you -- like the old days.

Tin Cup can't quite believe this offer from his old

nemesis but there aren't many options out there. He

grabs Simms's hand and starts pumping it, gushing

with enthusiasm.

TIN CUP:

... Well, put 'er there, partner!

These two homeboys are gonna show

the world what golf in West Texas

is all about!

SIMMS:

No, Roy. I didn't mean I want you

to play with me. I just want you

to caddie for me, read my putts,

club me, that kinda stuff.

Tin Cup wilts like a time-lapsing daisy. His hand falls

free of Simms's. Words fail him.

ROMEO:

You son of a b*tch.

TIN CUP:

(to himself, blankly)

Caddie? Me?

SIMMS:

I can't bring a guy in off the

street to play in my tournament.

It's a big-time event, corporate

sponsors, thirty dollar tickets...

I got a network to cover -

ROMEO:

(interrupting,

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outraged)

This guy off the street, he could

kick your ass on that golf course.

Like he kicked your ass in junior

golf. Like he kicked your ass in

college. Like -

SIMMS:

I'll pay you a hundred for the

loop, five percent of any

earnings -

ROMEO:

Get the hell outta here! Take

your goddamn color coordinated

corporate sponsored soul and get

outta here.

SIMMS:

Okay, okay, just thought I'd offer

you some work...

Simms heads to his car.

TIN CUP:

Simms!

SIMMS:

(stops)

What?

TIN CUP:

I'll take the job.

ROMEO:

We'll take the job.

Simms nods in agreement, and exits. Tin Cup stands there

with Romeo, feeling humiliated.

POV SHOT - SIMMS

drives away down the road.

TIN CUP (O.S.)

That man stands for everything I

hate in life.

ROMEO (O.S.)

You mean like... success?

CUT TO:

14 EXT. COTTONWOOD GOLF COURSE CHARITY EVENT - DAY 14

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Banners and galleries and concession tents create the

atmosphere of a polite circus.

A15 EXT. COTTONWOOD GOLF COURSE CHARITY EVENT - 16TH GREEN A15

-DAY

BILLY MAYFAIR putts out on the 16th green to polite

applause.

B15 EXT. COTTONWOOD GOLF COURSE - 16TH TEE - DAY B15

The two twosomes tee off and the caddies follow,

including Tin Cup.

15 EXT. COTTONWOOD - 16TH FAIRWAY - DAY 15

A leader board reads: SIMMS/STADLER -10, MICKELSON/

MCCORD -8.

A giant gallery lines the fairway and rings the distant

green which is fronted by a lake, as:

STADLER hits a three wood toward the green -- the BALL

PLUNKS in the middle of the lake. The GALLERY GROANS.

Stadler just shrugs to Simms, as if to say, "I thought I

had enough club."

SIMMS:

Like I told you, it was more'n

you had in the bag.

STADLER:

Yeah, well... I had to go for it

after your caddy said he could

get home from here.

Simms swivels his head around to look at Tin Cup.

TIN CUP:

I could.

Simms looks away, at the shot he's facing: a two hundred

fifteen yard carry over water. He looks back at Tin Cup,

shaking his head.

SIMMS:

I gotta hand it to you, Roy. For

fifteen holes you've seemed to

grasp the concept here: I'm

trying to win and your job is to

help me.

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TIN CUP:

Five percent of your earnings does

numb the gag reflex.

SIMMS:

Give me the seven iron. I'm

laying up.

TIN CUP:

You can make that shot.

SIMMS:

The smart play's to lay up.

TIN CUP:

These fans didn't pay thirty bucks

to watch a tour star lay up on a

short par five.

SIMMS:

I'm sitting on a two shot lead

with three to go, and my partner's

in his pocket. Suddenly, par's a

good number. Gimme the seven

Iron.

TIN CUP:

No way. You're going for the

green. These fans paid good money

to see golf shots they can't hit,

not golf shots they feel shitty

about themselves for having to

hit.

Simms reaches for the seven iron. Tin Cup clamps a hand

over the club.

TIN CUP:

Thirteen years on tour and you're

still a p*ssy. Hit the f***ing

one iron, Dave.

SIMMS:

Thirteen years in a driving range

and you still think this game's

about your testosterone count.

Simms removes Tin Cup's hand from the seven iron and

grabs the club, stepping up to address the ball. Tin Cup

mutters to the gallery.

TIN CUP:

Two-fifteen to carry, and the tour

star's laying up.

And the remark summons gallery voices suddenly urging

Simms to go for the green. Simms motions for Tin Cup, as

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if reconsidering.

SIMMS:

But if you're gonna editorialize,

do it on the other side of the

ropes. I got no qualms about

firing your ass right here, right

now.

TIN CUP:

Fire me? Hell, I should fire you.

Simms steps back to his ball with the seven iron, and:

16

Stadler's still standing back where he hit the shot into 16

the lake. MICKELSON and GARY McCORD, the other team in

the pairing, are there with him. Romeo, Stadler's caddie,

stands just behind them.

McCORD

(to Mickelson)

I know you could knock it on from

here, I'm just saying that caddie's

been drinking muddy water if he

thinks he can.

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