Tin Cup Page #6

DOREEN:

In exchange for what?

TIN CUP:

My driving range back.

She dances away from him, not exactly sold on the idea.

She dances back to him, reclines a leg on the partition,

and moves her face opposite his.

DOREEN:

Roy, I'm not as dumb as my hair

makes me look.

TIN CUP:

They ain't all strictly minor

league. One of 'em pays almost

two grand!

She twirls off. He chases her, beer and entries in hand.

TIN CUP:

Now wait, Doreen. You gotta do

the math, and you gotta look at

how good I'm playing. I hit the

shot of the tournament at the

best-ball. They put it on

national TV.

DOREEN:

I saw.

TIN CUP:

And what does that tell you?

The MUSIC comes to an END. The club is momentarily

silent.

TIN CUP:

(shouting)

And what does that tell you?

DOREEN:

It tells me you took an

unauthorized day off. Next time

it happens, you're fired. In the

meantime, I'm putting in a time

clock.

TIN CUP:

I'm not punching in no time

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clock like some working stiff!

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27 INT. DRIVING RANGE - NEXT DAY 27

Tin Cup punches the new time clock which is locatedunder the awning near the ball wash.

KACHUNK goes the TIME CLOCK as he hurries outside -29

EXT. DRIVING RANGE - DAY 29

-- and there he finds Molly, waiting on the tee with herdriver and a bucket of balls.

Am I early?

TIN CUP:

MOLLY:

Mr. McAvoy, I can appreciate thatyou have a fairly laid-back,

relaxed lifestyle -- but I havehours to keep.

TIN CUP:

A former paramour once ascribed myfluid sense of time to being bornunder the sign of Pisces -something

about floating throughthe universe -He

tees a ball for her and steps back.

him, half-amused.

She's staring at

MOLLY:

You amuse me, Roy. But I'm the

only woman in America born afterWorld War II who thinks astrologyis a crock of sh*t.

(beat)

Now let's see if the Big Dog'll

eat.

Waggle.

TIN CUP:

MOLLY:

I'm waggling...

TIN CUP:

Set up to the ball like I showedyou last time.

Molly addresses the shot. Her stance is rigid, overly

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mechanical. Tin Cup winces. But she looks terrific.

TIN CUP:

Quit trying to wring that club's

neck, Molly. Show it a little

warmth and compassion...

He moves around behind her to reposition her shoulders.

TIN CUP:

Remember, this game's about trust

and touch and letting go. So

while I'm subtly enhancing your

technical prospects, why don't you

tell me all about your personal

life...

MOLLY:

It's none of your f***ing

business, Roy.

Tin Cup's hands move down to square her hips. He's

discreet and professional.

TIN CUP:

Your boyfriend's a golfer -that's

my bet -- and he's why

you're taking this game up.

Hell, I probably even know

him -

SIMMS (O.S.)

Get your hands off her ass, Roy.

And, as Tin Cup's hands recoil in alarm...

DAVID SIMMS steps onto the range.

MOLLY:

(to Simms)

Hi, sweetie...

TIN CUP:

Not him...

CLOSE ON TIN CUP

Crushed and bewildered.

CLOSE ON SIMMS:

A killer smile. The man is absolutely at ease with his

own success and charm.

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30 EXT. WINNEBAGO - NIGHT 30

A shadow paces across the drape in the lighted window.

TIN CUP (O.S.)

He's taking her to Miami for thefucking Doral! How am I supposedto compete with that?

31 INT. WINNEBAGO - NIGHT 31

Romeo ponders Tin Cup's dilemma from the couch.

ROMEO:

Man, you are having a bad week.

TIN CUP:

She must think I'm such a nothing,

such a loser... a lousy drivingrange pro living in a Winnebago,

making five bucks an hour pluslessons.

ROMEO:

She don't know you live in aWinnebago.

TIN CUP:

Well, she sure as hell knows I

ain't taking her to no Doral formassages and mimosas all weekend.

I gotta do something with my life.

He reflects deeply while Romeo shrugs.

TIN CUP:

I gotta rise to a level worthy ofthe women that think I'm a joke.

ROMEO:

Well... you could go out and winThe Open.

TIN CUP:

(pausing, asif jarred)

Romeo, that idea has promise.

I was joking.

ROMEO:

I ain't.

TIN CUP:

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ROMEO:

We talking about the same

tournament? The U.S. Open? The

Biggest golf tournament in the

world?

TIN CUP:

Not just the biggest golf

Tournament in the world; the most

democratic.

ROMEO:

What do you mean?

TIN CUP:

I mean it's open. Anyone's got a

shot at it. You just gotta get

past a local and a sectional

qualifier, and unlike Doral or

Colonial or the A.T.T., they can't

keep you out. They can't ask you

if you're a garbageman or a bean-

picker or a driving range pro

whose check is signed by a

stripper. You qualify, you're in.

ROMEO:

And then you pay out of your own

pocket to go there and get all

nervous and intimidated -

TIN CUP:

Who's intimidated? I just told

you I'm gonna win the damn thing!

ROMEO:

You don't got the game.

TIN CUP:

I got every shot in the book.

ROMEO:

I said you don't got the game.

The mental game. The head game.

TIN CUP:

You suggesting I err on the side

of excess?

ROMEO:

You always go out to shoot zero.

Sometimes you pull it off. But

you can't play like that at the

Open. You win by taking what the

course gives you. You win by

being humble, which you aren't,

and patient, which you never will

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be.

Tin Cup comes over to the couch, sits down, and puts an

arm around Romeo.

TIN CUP:

Well, since you're the authority,

How'd you like to teach me how to

be what I ain't and never will be?

ROMEO:

You don't ever listen to me.

TIN CUP:

This time'll be different. I

promise.

ROMEO:

I don't know, man. Right now you

don't even got the money to get

your clubs out of hock.

TIN CUP:

Yeah, well... my sticks may be in

a pawn shop, but I got a rake and

a hoe at the range.

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32 EXT. MESQUITE COUNTRY CLUB - DAY 32

Expensive cars in the parking lot -- A putting green in

b.g.

CLOSE ON TRUCK OF MERCEDES

The trunk opens. A set of expensive golf clubs is

removed by a wealthy looking guy, BOONE, 40'S. He

turns to face Tin Cup and Romeo who is reaching into

the trunk of Roy's Cadillac.

BOONE:

Let me get this straight -- you're

going to play me for four hundred

dollars with those?

Romeo removes an old golf bag from the trunk. It

contains a rake, a hoe, a baseball bat, and assorted

garden tools.

TIN CUP:

And I'll give ya two a side... I

got the title to my car as

collateral.

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BOONE:

I'm not interested in that pieceof sh*t.

TIN CUP:

That's cuz you think of it astransportation, Boone. Think of

it as bragging rights. Think of

yourself sitting around the barcrowing to your buddies about theCadillac you won off Tin CupMcAvoy.

(the real kicker)

They'll forget all about theWinnebago you lost to me.

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33 EXT. MESQUITE COUNTRY CLUB - FIRST TEE - MORNING 33

Boone addresses the ball on the first tee.

BOONE:

No mullies, no gimmes, no bumpingthe ball -And

he rips a drive down the fairway.

BOONE:

Nutted it.

Tin Cup selects the baseball bat from his golf bag.

Romeo hands him a pink ball and Tin Cup shows it toBoone.

TIN CUP:

I'll be playing a Pink Lady today.

BOONE:

That little pink fag ball supposedto rattle me?

Tin Cup moves over to the tee markers.

TIN CUP:

Not unless I knock it by you.

And he tosses up the Pink Lady and fungoes it long andstraight down the fairway.

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34 EXT. MESQUITE FIRST FAIRWAY - DAY 34

Tin Cup stops at his ball, and looks twenty yards back to

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