Tin Cup Page #8

TIN CUP:

Hose?! Hose?! Get your mouth

outta the gutter! This is a

matter of the heart!

CUT TO:

A42 EXT. MAIN STREET (SALOME) - DAY A42

Tin Cup's Caddy pulls up and he gets out, goes to the

front of a store that is now a health services office.

He looks around warily -- as if someone might see him

entering such a place -- and ducks inside.

43.

CUT TO:

B42 INT. SMALL ROOM - DAY B42

It's the exit, "cool down" room, not the waiting room.

Tin Cup sits nervously, he's slightly overdressed forthe occasion. He looks childlike.

The door to the inner office opens -- a woman comes outand sits down across from him. She's weepinguncontrollably. He stares. He fidgets. He's nervous,

out of place.

Finally Molly enters through the same door because shehears the crying. She sees Tin cup -- an awkward moment,

then -TIN

CUP:

I didn't do anything!

MOLLY:

I know... I know... wait in there.

Tin Cup slips into the main office while Molly consolesthe weeping woman.

CUT TO:

42 INT. MOLLY'S OFFICE - FEW BEATS LATER - DAY 42

Tin Cup is dutifully lying on the couch because heheard that's what you do. He stares at the ceiling.

Molly enters and sits down.

MOLLY:

Roy... are you okay?

TIN CUP:

I need therapy.

Obviously.

MOLLY:

TIN CUP:

What do I do? I mean... to do it

... therapy... I mean, how do Istart doing... it.

MOLLY:

In parlance you might understand,

just kick back and let the Big Dog

eat.

He sighs and plunges in.

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TIN CUP:

Okay, okay, let 'er rip...

(deep breath)

Suppose there's this guy. He's

standing on the shore of a big,

wide river. And the river's fulla

all manner of disaster, like

alligators and piranhas and

currents and eddies, and most

people won't even go down there to

dip a toe. But on the other side

of the river's a million dollars,

and on this side of the river

there's a rowboat. I guess my

question's this:
What would

possess the guy on shore to swim

for it?

MOLLY:

He's an idiot.

TIN CUP:

No. He's a hell of a swimmer,

see. His problem's more like...

why's he always gotta rise to the

challenge?

MOLLY:

He's a juvenile idiot.

TIN CUP:

You don't understand what I mean

by the river.

MOLLY:

We're talking about you and what

you like to call your inner

demons, Roy, that human frailty

you like to blather about, not

some mytho-poetic metaphor you

come up with in a feeble and

transparent effort to do yourself

credit.

TIN CUP:

Y'mean you're gonna make me feel

lousy? I came here to feel better

-- what kinda therapy is this?

MOLLY:

You don't have any inner demons.

What you have is inner crapola,

inner debris -- garbage, loose

wires, horseshit in staggering

amounts.

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TIN CUP:

I ain't just some jerk driving-

range pro who drinks too much

booze and eats too few vegetables.

MOLLY:

You're being defensive -- cut to

the chase and tell me why you're

here.

TIN CUP:

Well... I'm smitten with a woman.

MOLLY:

That's good. Is she smitten with

you?

TIN CUP:

Not yet.

MOLLY:

Have you asked her out?

TIN CUP:

She's seeing a guy. I don't know

how serious it is, but the guy's a

real horse's ass, in my opinion...

MOLLY:

If you shared your heart with this

woman -- maybe asked her out to

dinner -- then it would force

these issues out in the open.

TIN CUP:

I'm afraid she'll say no.

MOLLY:

Ahh... so what you're saying is

that all your speeches about

swimming across the shark infested

waters are really just about your

golf game -- not about your

personal life.

TIN CUP:

Christ, I didn't know we were

gonna get into my personal life!

MOLLY:

This is therapy!

TIN CUP:

Well, jeez, I know, but I didn't

think it was that kind of

therapy...

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MOLLY:

What were you expecting? Ann

Landers?

TIN CUP:

Yeah.

MOLLY:

Look, it's rather simple. Those

risks that you love to take on the

golf course, the risks you talk so

passionately and poetically about

-- you need to apply those risks

to your personal life with the

same passion.

TIN CUP:

I should ask this woman out.

MOLLY:

Yes!

TIN CUP:

I should risk coming right over

the top and snap-hooking it out of

bounds left.

MOLLY:

Yes!

TIN CUP:

Risk hitting it a little thin

and -

MOLLY:

For Godsakes, Roy, that's enough!

TIN CUP:

Right. Sorry.

MOLLY:

S'okay...

(beat)

Look, just walk up to this woman,

wherever she is, look her in the

eye with those big beautiful green

eyes of yours, let down your guard

and don't try to be smooth or cool

or whatever -- just be honest and

take the risk -- you can do it!

Tin Cup rises with new confidence. He does several deep

breathing exercises, trying to work up the courage. She

stares at him. And he walks right up to her.

TIN CUP:

Dr. Griswold -- I think I'm in

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love with you.

Molly is stunned.

MOLLY:

What?!

TIN CUP:

From the moment I first saw you I

knew I was through with bar girls

and strippers and motorcycle

chicks, and when you started

talking I was smitten and I'm

smitten more every day I think

about you -- and the fact that

you know I'm full of crapola

only makes you more attractive

to me because usually I can

bullshit people but I can't

bullshit you and in addition, most

women I'm thinking about how to get

into their pants from Day One but

with you I'm just thinking about

how to get into your heart -

Molly was clue-less. She just stares.

MOLLY:

My God...

TIN CUP:

(optimistically,

proudly)

Stunned, eh? So what about dinner

and we can talk about `us' and if

we have a future and how to drop

that horse's ass boyfriend of

yours -

MOLLY:

Roy, slow down -

TIN CUP:

Hey! I just hit a eight degree

driver off a cart path here, I'm

staring eagle in the face -

MOLLY:

This is a terrible mistake!

Tin Cup is knocked off his horse. Into deep rough.

TIN CUP:

I'm acting from the heart so I

can't make a mistake?! Right?

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MOLLY:

Wrong. Aw, sh*t...

(beat)

I am one horrible shrink...

jeez... I didn't know you were

talking about me.

TIN CUP:

Would your advice have been

different?

She's frustrated and at a loss for words.

MOLLY:

Session's over. You better leave.

Crushed, Tin Cup heads to the door, stops and turns.

TIN CUP:

I'm gonna qualify for the U.S.

Open and kick your boyfriend's

ass.

MOLLY:

Please leave.

TIN CUP:

Whatever you think of me, you

should know that your boyfriend

hates old people, children, and

dogs.

He exits. She just sits there.

CUT TO:

43 EXT. DRIVING RANGE - HIGH ANGLE - NIGHT 43

The lone figure of Tin Cup stands on a tee, arching SEVEN

IRONS -- THWOCK! -- into the night, serenaded by CRICKETS

and the occasional BUG-LIGHT ZAPPING a fly.

Romeo and the regulars stand behind Tin Cup observing

approvingly. Tin Cup mutters something with every swing.

It sounds like he's saying -

TIN CUP:

(just before

swinging)

Dollar bills...

Tin Cup hits another shot, totally focused.

TIN CUP:

Dollar bills...

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ROMEO:

How'd it go with the doctor lady,

boss?

TIN CUP:

If she was a par three, I'd'a made

a nine.

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