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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.

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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.

10 TIN CUP AND ROMEO 10

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.

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