Tin Cup Page #5

TIN CUP:

What did you mean I should try

'being saddled' sometime?

TIN CUP (CONT'D)

Were you being literal or was that

some kind of Freudian type deal?

Molly? Doctor?

(beat)

What kind of saddle?

CLOSE ON MOLLY:

As she walks into the West Texas night. She smiles,

enjoying Tin Cup's confusion.

Tin Cup just stares into the night, holding his cash, until

JOSE'S VOICE ECHOES down from the roof.

JOSE:

I got it! Esta bien! The flag

is up!

CUT TO:

12.

7 INT. DRIVING RANGE SHACK - NIGHT 7

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.

13.

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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