(pointing to the pile of devices) That stuff cost me over 200 dollars -- TIN CUP Then it's 200 dollars of shit... Molly takes a pitty-pat swing and whiffs, and mutters under her breath with the ease of a longshoreman.
She deposits all the golf gimmick devices in a pile. I can always tell when someone is lying to himself, but I'm quite susceptible and frequently wrong when that person lies to me. TIN CUP Well, you talk like a golfer -- Molly unloads a mighty second swing.
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TIN CUP Written by JOHN NORVILLE and RON SHELTON December 1995 Draft FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY 1. (We get glimpses of him throughout the scene as he struggles with what is assuredly a pirate operation.) Four of six floodlights nailed to the roof cast pools of yellow into the gathering darkness. These men are the range regulars: CURT, CLINT, EARL, and DEWEY. Romeo quickly pays Dewey and more quickly takes money from the losers.
TINNY CHEATIN' HEART MUSIC, the dull GROAN of a TRACTOR, CRICKETS CHIRPIN' love songs, sporadic ZAPS from BUG LIGHTS, and an occasional random THWOCK as we -- FADE IN: 1 EXT. ROY "TIN CUP" Mc AVOY stands under the swarm of moths crowding the brightest light, hitting golf balls. Each man has money in one hand and his preferred libation in the other.
She waggles the club head, then takes the club back.
TIN CUP Yeah, woods are metal -- don't worry about it -- and the driver's known as the Big Dog and I'm just saying to turn him loose, let 'er rip, let the Big Dog eat! She cracks one dead solid perfect out into the night.
The critical opening phrase of this song is the grip, in which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the smallest finger...
TIN CUP (CONT'D) Sometimes a love sonnet and sometimes a Homerian epic -- it is organic and of a piece, yet it breaks down into elegant stanzas and quatrains. Tempo is everything, perfection unobtainable, as the body coils, now to the top of the swing, in profound equilibrium.
All heads turn to take in the arrival of: 3 MOLLY GRISWOLD 3 Standing just inside the door -- she's a fresh-faced beauty in her early thirties, and she's got all new everything the sport of golf requires: new bag, new clubs, new shoes, new clothes, new visor... And the regulars gather to look out the window -- 4 THEIR POV - THROUGH WINDOW 4 To the range, where Molly is stretching and Tin Cup is discreetly waving to the regulars to get lost. TIN CUP The first thing you gotta learn about this game, Doc, is it ain't about hitting a little white ball into some yonder hole. MOLLY I'm a psychologist -- in layman's terms call me a neo-Jungian, post- modern Freudian, holistic secularist. She begins unpacking one of her bags, pulling out every golf gimmick on the market -- swing aid straps to pull your elbows together, a ball pendulum that hangs from your hat, a metal contraption for your feet, etc. He stares in disbelief as she tries to wriggle into some of this stuff. She stands there with contraptions coming from every limb.
They hurry out to the range, Tin Cup oblivious to his gaffe. Tin Cup can be slightly condescending in these situations, though she's got him a little wary. MOLLY I'm sure there are excesses and repetitions here, but I believe in the gathering of knowledge and I figured, well, there must be some truths about the golf swing illustrated by these devices -- and that you'd help me sort through it. He tees a ball, hands Molly her driver and steps back.
And all the men are asking themselves the same question: what's she doing here? I used to practice in El Paso but I've moved here now...
she looks like she stepped out of an ad in Golf Digest. It's about inner demons and self-doubt and human frailty and overcoming all that crap. MOLLY Inner demons and human frailty are my life's work.
DRIVING RANGE - LATE DAY 2 A man, JOSE, is on the roof, wrestling with a rickety satellite dish, stringing wire, trying to get it to work. Behind him: A group of men forms a semicircle, facing away from Tin Cup.