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And there's Nick Irons

hitting a big forehand return

in front of a sellout crowd at Wembley Arena.

Irons known for his powerful ground strokes and speed

was a champion on any surface.

10 lessons for 300.

You got a bargain rate, ma'am.

And Nick Irons is a legend.

Could play with any of 'em, Connors, Mack, any of 'em.

Crowd pleaser had quite a flare for the game.

He showed that flare back in '81

when he took the unbeatable Bjorn Borg.

- So do you have the 300?

Three exciting sets

at Suntory Invitational in Tokyo, Japan.

Irons a self-taught scrapper matched Borg's foot speed.

Irons's was a comer and even Borg knew it.

But nothing topped his biggest-

You are one lucky kid.

You're gonna be learning at the feet of a legend.

It's kind of funny.

What?

- That tennis player looks exactly like the guy

I saw throwing up on his car outside.

Okay, Arnold, here we go.

- His name is Albert.

- Right, right, Albert.

Here we go, Albert, last three balls, ready?

Back swing.

Good.

Racket back, swing.

Good.

- What's so good?

He never hits the ball.

- Doesn't matter, it's the form that counts.

Okay, Albert, this is the last one.

Racket back and swing.

Kid's a natural.

it's 91 degrees,

85% humidity in Miami.

Just a wild guess, Nick,

but I'd say you shot a few tequilas last night.

- Yep, even ate the worm.

- You're late.

There's no more bookings today.

But I want you here for the walk-in, do you understand?

- I'm here.

- By the way, I understand that you crashed here

a couple of nights last week.

Do that again, you're fired.

- Coming off the caffeine again Beales,

makes you so bitchy.

- Don't forget to wash the damn court.

- This is 426.

What's the spread on the Bulls Blazers game?

All right, put me down for a nickel on the Blazers.

I'll take the points.

Also give me a deuce in the over.

All right, thanks for your support.

Results of the 7th race are now official.

Number four Daddy's Best was the winner

at 8-60 to win, 480 to play, and 320 to show.

- Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?

- Just what I thought,

'67 not a '68.

- Hey Mel, how you doing?

- Let this car go to shit, didn't you?

I used to have one of these myself.

Wife got it along with my kid.

Hey Nick, listen, Gil wants to talk to you.

He's over there.

- I'm impressed.

That used to be Don Johnson's?

- All right, tell him we can handle all the action he's got

so long as he stays with the ponies.

If he moves over to b-ball

tell him we can pull up at say 50 grand a pop.

Fair enough?

All right, you stay in touch.

So you still betting 'em, huh, kid?

I thought we had a deal or did you forget?

You still owe me 26,000 bucks?

- Forget?

No, I didn't forget.

In fact, I was just on my way of the ATM machine.

You crazy?

- No, you are crazy, Irons.

I don't like being conned.

You are a worthless little shit with a major problem.

- You're right, you're right.

Listen, I'll get you the money next week, I promise.

- Spare me please, I don't wanna hear.

But this could be your lucky day.

Come on, I wanna talk to you.

See, I think I finally figured out a way

how we can solve this problem.

I want you to take care of somebody for me.

- Wait, wait, wait, Gil, I'm not into guns, not into cement.

- Get real, will you?

I'm talking about a coaching job.

- You mean tennis?

- No, football, smart-ass.

Of course tennis.

See, it's for my young son, Joel.

He's only 17.

He wants to be a tennis player.

Now you know me, I never cared much

for the sport guys in little white shorts.

It don't seem natural besides people don't bet on it.

Anyway, Joel's going on this satellite tour this summer.

You know this bush league thing?

- Yeah, so?

- So his regular coach just quit

and I want you to take over.

You do this for me, we'll call it even.

- Sorry, Gill, it's just not for me.

- What do you mean not for you?

He's just a kid.

It's only for the summer.

All you gotta do is look after him.

- Hire a nanny.

- Wait a second.

- What is your problem? - What are you brain dead?

I am offering you an easy way out of this mess, Irons.

Besides you're perfect for the job.

- Oh yeah, now I'm perfect, how's that?

- Because you're the biggest screw up in South Miami,

that's why I need you.

See Joel, he's got this idea,

he can make it in tennis, you know, the big time.

- Good luck. - Exactly.

He's a million to one shot.

And besides that, athletics is not his forte.

Figures are his forte.

He's got the touch, believe me.

And come September,

he's gonna have to start working with me.

In the meantime, I want you to discourage him.

You know, get this fag thing out of his system.

- Look, I'll do anything you want.

You know, if you want me to make some runs, I'll do it.

I'm not going back in that circuit.

- You are taking this job, asshole.

- Oh, yeah. - Good boy.

You start tomorrow.

Here's your expense money.

Now listen to me, don't worry about a thing.

You just be yourself, you can discourage anyone.

I'll be in touch.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

Holy shit.

I'm a winner regardless of what people say.

- Mr. Irons.

I'm a butterfly.

- Wow, it's really a pleasure to meet you, sir.

My father's told me a great deal about you.

- I love myself. - Is that right?

What is that horrible sound?

My masculine energy.

- Oh, those are some relaxation tapes I listen to.

I don't take flack from anyone.

- Well, relaxation time's over.

Garlic pills?

This place smells like a goddamn hospital.

- Most beautiful day in Orlando today.

But thunderstorms from West Palm Beach, Miami

down through Naples, the Keys.

- The Weather Channel? - Temperatures as far

as far as the water can- - It's just a hobby.

- Yeah, well before you start showing me

your butterfly collection, grab your stuff.

Let's go see if you know which end of the racket to hold.

Ah! What the hell you think you're doing?

- Sorry, it just snapped open.

- Well, snap it closed.

You almost put my eye out.

What are you doing with that thing anyhow?

- I heard there's a strong frontal trough coming through.

I was just being prepared.

- Prepared, Joel?

That's a laugh.

This is the satellite circuit, you don't get prepared.

It's gonna be hot as a bitch all summer.

The prize money's shit.

And there's a hundred guys out here ready

to cut your balls off for a better ranking.

So I don't want to hear prepared from a spoiled little prick

who probably can't beat a dozen old gray-haired

cut shot farts at any country club in America.

- Did I hit a nerve?

Welcome to Orlando.

First stop on the satellite tour.

All qualifiers must sign it now for the open.

- I don't believe my eyes.

Nick. - $5 for main-

- Nick Irons? - $10 for qualifier.

- Dale Farley, the best chair umpire

who never saw a baseline.

How you doing?

- A long time, Nick.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

But what brings you here?

Don't tell me you're attempting a comeback.

- No, no, I'm coaching.

This is my new pupil, Joel Robbins.

Joel, focus in.

- Nice to meet, Joel.

Nice to meet you too, sir.

- Ah, Nick, Joel, I'd like you to meet Delores Smith

who's just started working with us.

- Delores, that's a beautiful name.

My mother's name is Delores.

- Really?

- Thanks. Just let him know, I'll call him back.

Delores, I forgot to give you these.

Jennifer, come on over here.

I guess you'll have to meet him sooner or later.

Nick, Joel, this is the new tournament director

on the circuit, Jennifer Hudson.

- You look great.

You look like shit.

- Jet lag, long trip for Monaco.

- I guess you two know each other.

- Tournament director, huh?

I thought you'd outgrown the circuit years ago.

It wasn't a circuit that I outgrew.

So are you here to play tennis

or did you get lost on the way to the track?

- Excuse me, Jennifer.

You have a phone call inside.

- Thank you, Tommy.

I have to get that. It's very nice to meet you.

And Nick, I'm sure I'll see you lurking around.

- Well, this is just like homecoming.

We even have a queen.

So Delores, you think we can get a practice court?

- I'll check.

- Uh, that's a waste of time, Delores.

Guys, the courts are all booked up.

Maybe you should just try again later.

- Yeah, well, I see nothing's changed.

Thanks anyway.

- Thank you.

- Whoa.

- Was that an old girlfriend of you as Mr. Irons?

- The name is Nick.

And when you quit walking into me. You're very annoying.

- Sorry.

Oh no, there's Brock.

Who the hell's Brock?

Brock Haynie, I've known him since I was 12.

He's the best athlete I ever saw.

He's the best at everything.

So how bad he beat you?

- Nevermind.

Let's just say he's on the Future's team and I'm not.

Brock dog!

Automatic,baby, automatic.

- Oh no, he sees me.

- Big deal, act friendly, wave.

- Hi Brock.

- Freak.

- Ah, nothing is going right.

I shouldn't have come out this summer.

Can't even get a practice court.

- Shut up.

We'll get a court.

You know, you should be happy with your draw.

I mean, Olmedo in the first round.

It's not bad.

- What are you talking about?

- Of course, if you get past him,

your second round's a lot tougher.

I mean, it could be Tilden, and Tilden, he's no slouch.

- Oh no, no, slouch off.

In fact, Tilden in the second round,

that's a really tough draw.

I mean, that's a really tough draw.

- Don't push it. - Hey guys, did you hear that?

I think the draw's up.

- Let's go.

- Got it.

- Go! - What is it, what's up?

Wanna start with a good one, man.

- Grab my bag. - Wanna be first, man.

- Grab my bag. - Oh man,

I hope I don't get Jackson. - Where's everybody going?

The draw?

- Loosen up, Joel.

Looks like you're constipated.

Stop the whistling.

All right, we're gonna play in points.

I serve.

Let's go.

- Okay.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What are you doing?

- What?

- That, that thing with these shorts.

- What do you mean?

- Keep pulling them up.

- I don't do that.

- You don't do that?

You just did it. You do it every time you miss a point.

It's very weird.

- No, I never did that.

Besides, why are you looking at my shorts?

I think you're the one that's weird.

- Wait a second, let's get one thing straight, okay?

I am the coach here and I just saw,

forget it, just forget it.

Let's go back and play, all right?

Ah, you see?

You see You just did it again.

- I did?

I didn't think I did.

In fact, I, I, I'm pretty sure I didn't that time.

- Well, if you didn't Einstein, why are they way up there?

Get the hell off the court.

Already?

I, I hardly feel like we've practiced.

- You don't need practice,you need to shrink.

- Come on.

The players are practicing

have not been assigned court must get off now.

Report to the registration- - Up to the same old shit,

huh, Robbins?

That's pretty sad.

- Oh, no Cowens.

Did I feel rain?

- Come on, get out of our way.

- All right, all right, on court everybody.

Let's go. - Come on.

- Oh, well, Nick Irons.

I should have figured it was you.

- Do I know you?

- My name's Bill Cowens.

I coach the Future's team.

right.

Listen, no offense, I was just helping my kid out.

- I know what you were doing and I just wanna let you know,

I don't appreciate it.

In fact, I know a lot about you.

I used to be with Prostar around the time

that you were banned.

I was even on the board for your case.

- How interesting.

Put that on your resume?

That's, that's funny.

Funny, you're a funny guy.

- Yeah, cut the shit, what do you want?

- Little respect, pain and simple.

Even a joker like you should know what that is.

- Hey, coach, we're playing sets or doing two on ones?

- Ah, let's do some two on ones.

We'll get to sets in a minute. Oh, oh, by the way,

you know you're wasting your time with that Robbins kid?

He, he's got no balls.

He's, he's a headcase.

He, well, you'll find out.

All right, yeah, Brock, Jai on that side.

Jimmy, Jai's out here.

- Can I have your attention please?

Good evening.

I'd like to welcome everyone

to the Orlando Sunbank Tennis Classic.

I hope everyone's enjoying themselves

and that the players are getting enough to eat.

And judging from the Future's team seated right here,

I don't think I have to worry, right, Bill?

Oh, incidentally, uh, Bill, would you stand up please?

How about a nice round of applause for Bill Cowens

who's not only the fine coach the Future team

but also man responsible

for putting this whole damn tour on the map.

- Okay, I'll talk to you later. Buh-bye.

- Pick a card.

And put it back in the deck.

No.

- Yeah, never could do that trick.

- It's been a long time since I heard that sound.

- You miss it?

- No.

- Come on Jenny, admit it, there's still something here.

I saw the look in your face this morning.

- Heartburn.

Excuse me.

- Okay, all right, I made a few mistakes, I know that.

- A few mistakes?

You were a one man demolition team, Nick.

You screwed up your career and you destroyed us.

- You walked out.

- Who wouldn't have between the drinking, the gambling,

and the screwing around?

Okay, okay, so I messed up.

I was a kid.

- So was I. - Exactly.

That's why we owe it to ourselves as adults

to sit down and talk things out.

Just the two of us.

Nice dark restaurant, maybe.

Nice bottle of chianti.

You've got an expensive account, right?

You're unbelievable.

I don't see you for 10 years

and all of a sudden here you are out of nowhere

trying to slip right back into my life

as if nothing happened just because you're lonely.

Well, this may come as a shock to you, Nick,

but I'm not down here

to be a part of your entourage this time.

This time I'm down here for me.

- You know I've been watching you Joel,

and you seem like a pretty good guy.

Hey, the circuit can get, well kinda lonely.

Hey, I was 17 once too, I know.

If you ever need a friend, I'm around.

- Do you know there are some women who don't even enjoy sex?

They consider it their duty.

- But not you, huh?

- Oh, I believe it's the miracle of creation.

A gift to be enjoyed and shared.

- And do you, you practice those beliefs?

- Religiously.

Curve ball, strike three.

- Hi sexy.

- Hey, Delores.

Hitting 285 with four home runs.

Time to get dirty.

- Oh, that's a, oh.

Yeah, yeah, I like, I like what I see.

- This is just the beginning.

Decker winds up and throws.

Strike one.

Yeah can- - Yeah.

Only get this one out it's be something, huh?

Two outs.

- You getting hot?

- I'm hot.

Wind up the pitch.

- Then, then say it.

Say it.

- I'm burning up.

- Oh, yes, yes.

Big hit to left field.

- No, no! - No?

Way back, it's gone.

Home run.

Hasset.

- Oh, what's the score now?

Three run home run.

- 5 to 1 Cubs, game's over.

The crowd is done.

- Oh, no it's not.

- Okay guys, all you qualifiers

ready to play your first round?

- Okay, that'll be at Brammer High School.

Everybody on the bus.

- Brammer?

- Ah, cheer up.

Now remember the top 16 players at the end of the summer

get to go to champions in St. Petersburg, so no attitudes.

Come on.

- Look at this. - No way.

No way.

- Nick, they really expect us to play on these courts?

- Quit your bitching, you're a qualifier.

And get out there and play.

Nutcase.

- How's your bloke fairing, Nicky?

- He doesn't castrate himself, he'll probably win.

- Good game.

Case you didn't notice I won.

So what'd you think?

- I think you have two more matches to play.

And that's just to make the main draw.

If you do get in, you better do some damage

or else you'll be qualifying again next week.

But let's just say you get lucky

and you win a couple matches.

Well, you better stop smiling

'cause you gotta do it again the next week

and then the week after.

But let's pretend for argument's sake, Joel,

that you have a little talent

and you win a couple tournaments.

Finish top 16 in the satellite.

Great, huh?

Bullshit.

It means nothing.

Big deal.

You wanna make some money, make the big time?

That's top 100 in the world.

That's Wimbledon.

That's the US Open.

That's when the babes start to whisper your name.

What are you now?

You're a piece of shit with a serve,

who just wanna qualify match in a satellite.

Now get ready for your next game.

- You know, not all the greats were ball players.

I mean a real ball player has to have class, style.

Like Borg for instance.

He was a ball player.

Djokovic not a ball player.

- Hey, Brock, how about Agassi?

- Yeah, Agassi, yeah, he's a ball player.

Becker not a ball player.

- Yeah, what about Robbins, is he a ball player?

- Robbins?

Who gives a shit about Robbins?

- Come on, come on, hurry up.

Idiot.

Come on, Joel, chop, chop.

- You shouldn't be rushing me.

I was beating that guy until you rushed me.

- Yeah, sure you were, Joel.

Sure you were.

Meanwhile we have about 10 minutes before post time

and there's a horse in the second race that can't lose.

- I don't know why you're out here. You're not helping me.

- Well I'm out here 'cause your father's paying me.

- Well, he shouldn't be.

It seems to me you're just stealing his money.

- Stealing his money, stealing his money?

I don't think so.

You see this?

Winner ATP championship, solid gold.

Melt it down, it's worth 10 grand.

- So?

- So I don't need to steal people's money.

I've got money.

Yeah, well, all you're gonna do

is blow it on the horses.

- That's very observant, Joel, but not quite right.

See, this is my screw you money.

I don't blow this.

I got a little piece of property down in Panama.

Sit in the sun all day, drink tequila at night.

And this gets me there.

- Yeah, why don't you go now?

I'm better off without you.

- Ah, come on, Joel, you'd be nothing without me.

See, that's where you're wrong.

You're just a phony.

You're no coach.

- Joel, shut up.

- All this big talk about top 100.

Sure you made it to the big time, but you blew it.

You pissed it all away.

You're nothing.

You're no better than me.

- Okay, get out! - What are you doing?

- I said get out punk and bring your damn racket!

Okay, one set, you serve.

- Come on, this is crazy,

I mean, you're not even dressed for this.

- Serve!

Damn kid thinks he's a player.

Stupid idiot.

Wait, Joel, just one question.

When you serve, do you breathe in or out?

Breathe in or out?

What's he mean by that?

- Fault.

Don't think, don't think.

- Double fault.

Love 15.

Love 30.

- This isn't fair.

You're trying to kill me.

- Life isn't fair.

Serve.

Love 40.

- What are you doing?

- I'm getting ready for your pansy ass serve.

Go ahead.

Fault.

Double fault, game.

- Shoot. - Gimme the ball.

My serve.

Now you're gonna see what a real serve

is supposed to look like.

15 love. - You can't do that.

I just did it. Come on.

- Oh, whatever.

- Oh, shit, there's Brock.

30 love.

- Wait, you're gonna take that point?

- You're damn right.

It's not my fault, you're a paranoid psycho.

Let's play.

- Fine, let's go.

I'll show you how to play.

- That's it you little shit, I win!

So don't you ever, ever question my professionalism

in the sport of tennis.

- Look I just can't take it anymore.

Can't you do something?

I think I'd be better off alone.

- I hear you, Joel, and I'm very sorry.

But you know I already paid this guy Irons in advance,

so for the moment, my hands are tired.

You know what I mean?

Now trust me son, I will find you another coach

as soon as possible, all right?

Meanwhile, you just gotta hang in there.

Be a good boy.

I'll be in touch.

- Hey, Irons, did you hear,

Joel's playing one of my boys tomorrow?

- You really take this stuff seriously, don't you, Cowens?

It's my job, Irons, I'm a coach.

You know, maybe one boy out of this whole bunch

will actually make a living at this game.

I'm just trying to make sure it's one of mine.

- I'm choked up.

- Bitter, aren't we?

Angry that our little 15 minutes

in the sun got cut short?

Go back to your beer.

- What's the matter with you?

- I can't believe it.

Out of 64 guys I drew Brock.

Nick, I play Brock tomorrow.

- We'll pack tonight.

Time gentlemen.

Mr. Robbins has won the toss, has elected to receive.

Players ready?

Play.

All right, this is my chance to be Brock.

He's not so tough.

Keep calm, breathe deep.

Think quick, think quick.

15 love.

Holy shit, what was that?

He got lucky.

Okay, I'm ready.

He's probably going backhand this time.

Gotta look backhand.

Think quick, think quick.

He went forehand.

30 love.

- I need a drink.

Where's he going now?

40 love.

no.

- And you bust, huh?

That's my money. - Game one,

Haynie six games to one.

- You're disgusting.

Joel's getting his ass kicked out there

and all you care about is your gambling.

- So I was having a quick beer, is that a crime?

Besides, he doesn't need me out there every second.

He does fine without me.

- You depress me, Nick.

You used to be a guy who stood for something, who cared.

But look at you, it's such a waste.

- Game Haynie.

Haynie leads, 3-1, second set.

- Joel, come on now.

Hang in there.

- Yes!

- You all right, Joel? Hey, let me help you up.

- Leave me alone.

- He needs an injury timeout.

Is there a trainer?

- I don't need a trainer.

I don't need you.

- Is the clock on?

Is it a default or not?

- This thing's gonna swell up.

Maybe you ought a default.

- Default?

I don't default.

I can come back.

- Oh, don't be stupid.

You can't come back.

- How'd you know what I can do?

Joel, time's almost up.

Are you playing or not?

- I'm playing.

Now get off the court.

I said get off the court.

Play will resume.

Score is love 30.

Haynie leads 3-1, second set.

Fault.

Double fault.

Love 40

Game Mr. Haynie.

He leads four games to one.

Game Mr. Haynie, he leads five games to one.

Game, set, and match, Mr. Haynie, 6-1, 6-1.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- What the?

The hell you think you're doing?

- You were slow out there today, Joel.

Your hands didn't move fast enough.

- Ow. - Gotta work on

that quickness, your feet are like stone.

- Goddammit, stop it, that hurts!

- Ooh, you're angry.

I like to see that.

It's a fine emotion for tennis.

- You're crazy! - Crazy Joel?

Maybe.

Crazy enough to think you have a little talent.

I hate to see you waste it.

- Oh, now you think I have talent.

- A little.

But you got more than that.

That's why I'm gonna help you.

- Bullshit!

I don't want your help.

- Wanna beat these idiots?

You're gonna need me.

I'm the only guy that can show you how.

- Why?

Why now?

Goddammit, Joel, do you want my help or not?

Now, there's a lot of different ways

to become a tennis champion, Joel.

Connors got pumped up.

Borg was the iceman.

Mack got mad.

They were all different,

but they all had one thing in common.

They knew how to intimidate.

-Did you do that? - I like to think I did.

I played a street game.

I hustled.

I took the rules and I made 'em work to my advantage.

See, tennis is a mind game.

It's a mind game more than anything else.

You have to learn how to break your opponent down mentally

before you can start to win.

Now we have 10 weeks, Joel.

10 weeks before Champions at St. Petersburg.

- Champions, wow.

I'd like to make that.

- I'm not talking about making it there.

Talking about winning the son of a bitch.

Good.

Good.

Good, keep it going now.

That's good.

Watch yourself.

Like it.

Let's go, Joel.

Hit it!

Ah, not quite.

Little bit better.

Wait, freeze.

Don't worry, it'll all go away as soon as you start to win.

Now come on, hit this!

Push it, Joel, keep moving.

All right, Joel.

It's called Indian Poker.

Whoever has the highest card wins.

Your bet.

- I bet 10 bucks.

You're 10, up 40.

- I'm out.

How'd you know?

- I bluffed.

I saw it in your eyes, you were scared.

First rule in tennis, gotta be able to bluff your opponent.

Gotta be able to look a player in the eyes

and say you're full of shit.

Game Mr. Dobson.

He leads 6-3, 4-1.

- Okay, look 'em in the eyes.

Look him in the eyes.

Hey, Dobson.

You're full of shit.

- Audible obscenity, Mr. Robbins, warning.

- Are you serious?

For saying you're full of shit?

- Default Mr. Robbins.

Game set and match to Mr. Dobson.

- You're not supposed to say it,

you're supposed to think it.

All right, you're gonna have to look at me for signals.

Till you can think of yourself out there.

- A coach can't give signals.

It's illegal.

- It's a technicality.

Don't shit yourself.

They all do it.

Joel's signals are easy.

I scratch my head, you go to the net.

My stomach, you stay back.

My right shoulder, you play his forehand.

My left shoulder, you play his backhand.

Easy.

Now, the great players are separated

by the good players by feel, in the hands.

It's crucial for volleys.

Catch.

- Feel, Joel.

We're working on feel.

- Hey, what are you-

- Let me guess, breakfast of champions.

- I think it's time you learn the psych move.

Say it's four all in the third set.

Your opponent's serving, right?

Break point.

He's nervous.

You wanna play with his head, keep him guessing.

You do this,

you go way outside the doubles alley like this,

and you weave up and down.

- What's that gonna do?

- Forces him to think.

Death for a player.

He'll double fault, guaranteed.

Oh no, this is awful.

I'm down match point.

Bet this guy takes steroids.

Shoot, what should I do?

Oh no, look who's back, Brock.

God, they would be watching.

Hey, I know the psych move, it's guaranteed.

Oh, this is gonna be great.

I love this.

He's gonna choke.

He's got a double fault.

- This guy's a moron.

Yes.

Game set and match Oxburn, 6-2-

- Kid's a moron. - 4-6, 6-1.

- What a surprise.

- Joel, relax.

Now number one, like the way you stayed in there,

the first two sets, it's very good.

Number two, I like the way you challenged the umpire.

You didn't get pushed around.

Number three, you're a moron.

- What?

- The psych move, Joel.

Bad timing.

You gotta do it when there's pressure on him.

No one feels pressure

when they're serving you 5-1 for Christ's sake.

Go take a shower.

Got things to do.

- I think you've made a mistake.

The bar is around the corner.

- I'm here to pick up Joel's prize money.

- Wait here.

- Ah, shit.

Dammit, Jai!

God!

Can't play this goddamn game!

- What was that, Jai?

- Nothing, coach.

Sorry, I didn't mean it.

Pack your bags.

- What?

- You heard me.

You're gone.

Now get out of here.

Survival of the fittest.

At least they respect him.

- Do they?

Or is it what he can do for them?

- Third round singles, 27.50.

Here you go.

You can buy a lot of beer for this.

- You can buy a hell of a lot more than that.

In fact, I bet I can show you

the time of your life for half that.

Interested?

Come on, Jennifer, everybody needs a night out.

Tell you what, gimme a shot, huh?

If I can sink the rest of these cards into this box,

then will you go out with me?

- Impossible.

- No, no, it's not impossible,

it's improbable, it's a big difference.

You on?

- Fine.

Go ahead, just get it over with.

I'll see you at seven.

Dinner, river style.

- Must have been a bitch getting reservations.

I never thought I'd see you again.

- Disappointed?

- Surprised.

But then again, you're always good at that.

God, do you remember when you took me to Monte Carlo?

- Oh, yeah, I charted that jet.

fabulous.

And then you lost your shirt.

- I didn't lose you.

- Almost.

And then you left it up to fate.

And then you took out that deck of cards

and you said, "Pick any card except the king of hearts

and it's over between us."

"But pick the king of hearts

and we're destined to be together forever."

- And?

- I picked the king of hearts.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

I see what you're doing with Joel.

I like it, it's very nice.

- Nice.

Oh no, no, I'm just, just teaching him a few things,

you know, tactics, signals.

- Signals?

What for?

- So he doesn't get destroyed out there.

I mean, I don't know whether you noticed it or not, Jenny,

but kid's a mess.

- Listen, I'm sorry about what happened

between you and Johansen.

A lot of people thought you got a bum deal.

Nah, I deserved it.

Got pissed off, you know, I just, just lost it.

Learned something though.

You don't just haul off

and hit a top five player in the world on national TV.

Gotta make sure no one's watching.

Anyway, they, they buried me pretty good.

You know, even after the ban, no one would touch me.

Then came the injuries.

- Wait, I'm sorry, I can't do this.

- What?

What's wrong?

- I can't do this again.

The lies and the playing around.

- Come on, we were meant for each other, remember?

King of hearts.

- Every card in that deck was a king of hearts.

- You knew?

- Then why didn't you-

- Because I was 18 and I wanted to believe.

- Believe me now.

Come on now.

- You know, I had a really great time tonight,

but I have to be at work in four hours.

- Great, we'll get right to bed.

- Delores's new stud of the week.

- I wonder if there's anyone left in the circuit

she hasn't slept with.

- Who?

Me?

- Well, here's my room.

- Yep.

- Thanks, Nick.

- Wait, wait.

This is really it?

- For tonight.

- Fine, played a nice match.

- All right, thanks.

- And you played, wait, wait, wait, you see?

Walked into me again, huh?

- Okay, got it.

- Yeah, yeah, okay.

Straight line, good.

Excuse me, but I, I think there's something wrong

with the schedule.

You have Joel set to play next match on.

He just finished busting his ass in a three hour marathon.

- I just walked in here myself.

I knew nothing about this.

- Well, can't you put him on late this afternoon?

There's gotta be some open times.

- Well, the sponsors want Haynie then.

It's feature time.

- Top seat's get the advantages.

Well, you should know that, Nick.

- Yeah, well, I'm getting sick of it.

- This isn't right, Bill.

- Goes with the job.

- Better, slide.

Let's go, keep doing.

Push, push, push, and slide.

Good, you're a little klutzy.

Good job.

I know.

Guy's a headcase, no balls.

- So you're not gonna make Champions, huh?

I mean, there's only two more weeks,

you'd really have to kick butt.

Hey, listen, as long as you're not gonna make Champions.

I thought I'd turn you onto a gig.

This friend of mine, he's down in Boca,

and he's looking for some players to model some clothes.

You make a few bucks,

you just tell him Brock recommended you.

- Hey, Brock.

See you champions.

- Game, set, and match

to Joel Robbins 6-1, 4-6, 6-3.

Game, set,and match, Robbins.

3-6, 6-1, 6-4.

- All right, good.

- Hey, Gil.

Take a look at this.

- Irons's you son of a bitch.

there's a ball hit.

Dava gets back out and he can't get it.

Two runs will score.

there you go Nicky boy.

You gotta trust me, mate.

- I'm outta here.

Bartender.

- Hey, Nicky, where's your sweetie?

- She's out having dinner with some local big shots.

She's a workaholic.

See now, if it was me,

I would keep my butt parked right here.

- Oh, hey, oh, you okay?

Someone should take you home.

Someone always die.

Nails. - Yeah, mate.

- See to it that someone takes Dolores's car

back to motel, okay.

Come on. - You're so sweet.

- Get in the car.

Watch your step, kid.

- Nick, you owe me a dance.

How about a nice cold shower instead, huh?

- If you hold the soap.

- Nick, just one dance.

Just, just hold me.

I'm alone out here, you know?

- Okay.

Nick.

- Jenny?

- Hi, Jennifer.

- Oh, I was just, I was just taking Delores

back to the motel.

- I see.

- Wait a second, this isn't what it looks like, believe me.

- We were just dancing

and then he wanted me to take a shower.

- No, no, cold shower.

Not, not a real shower.

Oh, wait, wait, hold, hold, hold on a sec.

Wait, wait, you don't actually think

that I was gonna be sleeping with Delores, do you?

I mean, at, at least not now.

- Now, but you did sleep with her.

- No.

Yeah, yeah, a long time ago.

Once, I slept with her once.

I mean, it was like nothing.

I, I mean, no, it was nice.

It was nice. - Had a good time.

- Oh, come on, Jen, come on.

Hey, that was over like two months ago.

I mean, we weren't even back together yet.

- But when I asked you if you had slept with Delores,

you said no, so you lied to me.

- Shouldn't lie to her, Nick.

- No, no, I didn't lie, I didn't lie.

I, I remember I didn't say no, I didn't say anything.

I remember that.

- Two weeks and you're back to your old tricks.

- Oh, come on, Jenny.

I, I was just taking her back to the motel.

She couldn't drive.

I mean, you see what kind of shape she's in.

- I don't care what you do.

But I refuse to waste my time with somebody

who doesn't respect me enough to tell me the truth.

- On, Jenny, come on, I respect you.

- Save it, Nick.

I already know this con by heart.

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.

- Okay, this guy's big,

so keep him out there a long time.

- Final match between- - This is it, Joel.

Mr. Clark Deal of Detroit, Michigan.

- Win this match, we got to St. Pete.

- Mr. Joel Robbins of Miami, Florida.

Players, ready?

Play.

15 love.

- Oh, shoot.

Dammit!

- Yeah! - Game, set, and match,

Mr. Robbins, he wins 3-6, 7-5, 6-4.

- Thanks.

- You did it.

- Nick, I think the babes are starting to whisper my name.

So Candy, you sure you don't mind stopping by my room

so I can change?

- Whatever you say, Joel.

Candy, I'm coming out now,

so you might wanna look the other way.

- Tennis anyone?

All right, Mr. Tennis Man, it's showtime.

Oh, I just love rookies.

Oh, don't worry. While you were in the shower,

I called one of my girlfriends.

Thought you might like to play some doubles.

What's going on?

- Good question.

Hey, come on, Gil,

this isn't, this isn't what it looks like.

- Shut up, Irons.

We're going home, Joel, start packing.

I said start packing.

- Can I talk to you outside?

- Why?

- Just give me one minute.

- All right.

You be ready to go in 15 minutes.

- Look Gil, I don't blame you for being.

- I don't give a damn about the girl.

It's this.

You told him, didn't you?

You broke our agreement, didn't you?

Didn't you?

- You don't understand, kid's doing well.

Even made the goddam last tournament.

- I don't care what he made.

You were supposed to babysit him for the summer,

get this tennis crap out of his head!

- Right, right, and send him home

so he can lay off Penn State in six

while you collect the juice. You're the father of the year.

- I know what's best for my own son.

- Oh, you do? - Yeah.

Didn't you ever ask Joel what he wants?

You mind your own damn business, Irons!

Think I want him ending up like you,

a burnt out drunk living in his car?

Joel's gonna work for me.

- Okay, fine, fine.

But just tell me one thing, why do you want him so bad?

- You really wanna know, asshole?

- Yeah, I wanna know. - All right, I'll tell you.

'Cause we're talking

about a $20 million a year cash business

where people like to steal.

You know what a bookmaker's biggest nightmare is?

His own people ripping him off and cooking the books.

That's why I need Joel.

The kid is the best I've ever seen with numbers,

and he's blood, and blood don't steal.

There's just one more tournament.

Why won't you let him have a shot?

- 'Cause he's a long shot

and long shots don't ride in limos.

He's good, you know?

He's got potential like I never seen.

That's bullshit and you know it.

- Bullshit, bullshit?

I'll tell you what, I'll make you bet, okay?

Bookies like the gamble, don't they?

So what are you driving then?

- This, this for 10 grand.

Everything I got.

I'm saying Joel wins the whole thing.

You are crazy.

Besides I don't need your money.

- Oh, that's right. I forgot.

It's not the money is it?

It's the action.

The edge.

It's that rush you get right before you're gonna win?

Well, how you feeling now, Gil?

Wanna bet on that rush?

- What's the catch?

- Nothing.

Nothing, except if Joel wins,

you let him decide what he wants to do with his life.

You got it?

- All right, you're on.

No wonder you're always busted.

Goddamn lunatic.

Good afternoon.

This is the first round match

between Mr. Arlen Sanders of Augusta, Georgia

and Mr. Joel Robbins of Miami, Florida.

Players ready.

Play.

Game, set, match, Mr. Robbins.

7-5, 6-3.

Game Robbins.

He leads three games to two.

Double fault, game, set, match Robbins.

- Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Game first set Robbins.

Six games to three.

- This guy's for real.

Game Robbins.

He leads three games to one.

Game, set, and match Robbins.

He wins 6-3, 6-1.

- Congratulations on a match well played Joel.

But what about tomorrow's finalist, Brock Haynie?

You've never beat him.

You're 0 and 4. - So Brock won.

- Oh he won very easily, 0 and 3.

And what about Nick's coaching method?

They're very unusual.

I've heard about the Frisbees, the eggs-

- Nick, we need to talk.

- Not now, Farley, I need to ice his shoulder.

- This won't wait.

It's been brought to my attention that you and Joel

are in violation of rule 365 of the player rule book.

- Speak English, Farley.

- Under no circumstances will a coach be allowed

to convey directives to a player on the court

by the use of gestures or signals.

- Give me a break, Farley, nobody enforces that rule.

Half the coaches out here do it.

- Nick, I saw you.

Now I'm gonna have to do the fair thing,

which is go through the procedures.

For now Joel can play in the finals tomorrow as planned.

However, you must not be anywhere near the playing court

or you will be in violation of the ethics code

resulting in Joel's default.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- I'm very serious.

Rules are rules.

- This is bullshit.

You set this up.

- You know, Irons, I'd be happy to have an ATP official

interpret the rule for you if you'd like.

- Yeah, I bet you would.

- Sorry, Mr. Robbins.

- Dale, I'd like to have a couple of words with you.

Bill, you also. - Sure.

- It was you, wasn't it?

- What? - Yeah, it had to be.

You're the only one I told.

Makes perfect sense.

- Don't be ridiculous.

I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or Joel.

- The hell you wouldn't.

- Nick.

- Nick, this is crazy.

We cannot let them get away with this.

- They can do whatever they want.

- But I can't play without you.

The only reason I was winning was because of you.

- Joel, you're whining.

Now look, there's some things in life you can't change,

but you gotta go on.

And you're gonna play that match tomorrow by yourself.

- Fine, then you have to call off the bet.

- Bet?

What bet?

- Oh, come on, Nick, I heard you guys that night.

Still can't believe my dad did that.

Don't worry about it, he was just playing the odds.

- But you stood up for me.

No one's ever done that for me before.

- Come on, don't get any wrong ideas, okay?

I was making that bet for me.

There's a lot of side action

I can win down the line with you.

- Ah, but what if I lose?

What about your gold piece, your property in Panama?

- Forget it. - What do you mean forget it?

- I mean forget it. - How can you forget it?

It's all you have.

- All right, all right, all right, you really wanna know?

Covered with guano.

- Guano?

- Guano, bird shit.

The whole place is covered with bird shit.

Okay, it's worthless.

So now you know.

- Nick, I'm sorry.

Look, no matter what happens tomorrow, I wanna,

well, I wanna- - Wait, wait.

Would you just quit talking for once?

You're very annoying.

And back off, you're breathing on me.

Nervous, huh?

I don't blame you.

Big final match, everyone watching.

It's pretty scary.

Joel, go to the service line.

I said go to the service line.

Go.

Okay, lie face down on the clay.

- What?

Do as I say?

- Okay.

- All right, now flop around like you're a fish.

- Come on, Nick, this is crazy.

- Just do it.

- Check this out.

- Now you just made a complete fool

out of yourself on Stadium Court.

Can only get better from here.

All right, concentration, that's the key.

I want you to forget about everything out there, okay?

The people, the crowds, everything.

Look, Joel, I just wanna say,

I know I haven't always been the greatest coach

and I'm sorry.

- Nick, it's okay.

- Oh and Joel, just remember,

no matter what happens, you're full of shit.

- Welcome back to St. Petersburg, Florida.

This is Fred Stolle along with Cliff Drysdale.

And we're just moments away

from the player's arrival on Stadium Court.

It's a scorcher out here today for the finals.

We're about to see heavily favored Brock Haynie

take on the unknown Joel Robbins.

Robbins is a surprise finalist here.

Doesn't appear to have much of a chance in this match.

At least on paper.

- The lines judges are taking their positions.

They are ready for the Southern Satellite Champions Finals

at the beautiful Stouffer Vinoy Resort

in St. Petersburg, Florida.

And we'll be right back after this message.

- Hey, it's a great day for the big match, huh?

- Oh, couldn't be better.

- Yeah, you know, if this gets tight,

it's gonna be up to you.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you know, winning's a fine line.

Tennis game of inches.

Make it happen.

- I don't understand.

- Oh, I think you do understand, Dale.

I think you better.

I think you understand just fine.

There aren't that many employment opportunities

around for a 45-year-old guy

who likes to chase little boys around the locker room.

So don't screw this up.

- Hey Bill, good luck.

- Hey, thanks.

Here come the two finalists out on the court.

Brock Haynie from Trenton, New Jersey.

And Joel Robbins from Miami, Florida.

Haynie of course has been outstanding on the satellite tour.

He's quite a player.

There's a lot at stake for both boys.

- Hey, Joel!

- Kid must be nervous.

- Mr. Haynie has won the toss

and has elected to receive.

Players ready.

Play.

Fault.

Double fault.

Love 15.

Love 30.

Love 40.

Fault.

Double fault.

Game Haynie.

Haynie leads, one game to love.

First set.

- Hey Robbins, it's not too late for that modeling job.

15 love.

30 love.

40 love.

Game Haynie.

He leads three games to love, first set.

- I knew this would happen.

What an embarrassment.

Game Haynie.

Game Haynie.

Game Haynie.

Game and first set to Haynie.

Six games to one.

- Well, this is turning into a real romp.

Haynie's just killing him out there.

Seems to be a bit of a mismatch.

Reminds me of the time I kicked your butt

down in Joburg in '65.

And we will be right back

with the second set in just a minute.

Game Haynie.

He leads two games to love.

Hey Cliff, we have a look at this stuff, will you?

Haynie's having a bit of fun out there.

Kid loves to showboat.

Now you just made a complete fool

out of yourself on Stadium Court.

It can only get better from here.

Hey, hell of a shot there by Robbins.

Seems to have woken up a little.

Oh, there you go another big shot.

40-30.

Game Robbins.

Game Robbins.

Games are 3-2 Haynie, second set.

- Dale, you gotta do something about these cameras.

Guys can hurt themselves.

- Camera people going to have to move back please.

- Don't let up.

Back to play now.

- Correction.

Correction, serve one is out.

- You sure?

That that lineman just saw it good?

- Yes, Mr. Robbins, the ball was out.

Continue play.

Advantage Mr. Haynie.

Dale Foley, a very competent umpire

seems quite firm in his opinion.

look good from up here.

Of course, even my ex-wife looks good from up here.

- Score is deuce.

Overruled.

Ball was out.

Advantage Mr. Haynie.

- What, are you blind?

That ball was way in.

- Code violation. Mr. Robbins.

Point penalty.

Game Mr. Haynie.

He leads 4-2.

- He's getting ripped off.

Wonderful shot by Robbins.

Break point for him.

Wins this and he's right back in the match.

- Time.

Serve is ace.

Score is deuce.

- Wait a minute.

I had my hand up over head, didn't you see?

- The serve was good, Mr. Robbins.

Play tennis.

- They're cheating him.

That asshole's cheating him, even I know that.

- He's hooking him.

That bastard's hooking him.

- Time violation.

Point penalty advantage Mr. Haynie.

Play Mr. Robbins, or you'll be defaulted.

10 seconds, Mr. Robbins.

- Seems to be some kind of commotion

going on down here in the stands.

- Farley, you chicken shit chimpanzee candy ass,

how much you getting paid to cheat for this bastard?

- Irons, that's enough!

Irons, you're not supposed to be here.

You're in violation of Rule 365.

- Oh, I'm in violation?

I'm in violation?

Hey, yeah, you hear this Fred?

This bum says I'm in violation.

The same jerk that's been cheating my kid all afternoon.

I mean is this a crock of shit or what?

- And now a word from our sponsor.

- I think you've just seen this match.

- I demand a default.

- Default.

Game, set, match Haynie.

- Sure, why not?

Well, it looks like Irons has done it again.

- Joel Robbins has been defaulted

because his coach, Nick Irons walked onto the grounds.

I have never seen anything weirder than this.

- What the hell do you think you were doing?

- Me?

What was I doing?

- This lunatic has ruined the finals.

Now he should be banned for life.

- Then you should be too

because I haven't seen him do anything

that you haven't done.

The match continues.

Farley, get your scrawny butt out of that chair.

- Wait a minute.

He's already been defaulted.

- Not by me.

And as tournament director,

I have a decision to make, gentlemen.

Now I've seen both of you use signals,

so I should end the game right here and now

and default both players, but they're really not to blame.

So the match continues under Davis Cup rules.

That means you can coach from the sidelines.

I'm gonna keep this thing fair one way or another.

- Ms. Hudson, your future's getting shorter.

- Some future working for you, Cowens.

Let's start play.

Tommy, could you please take the chair?

Ladies and gentlemen, this game will continue.

There'll be a five minute delay

while the grounds crew cleans up the court.

- Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Thanks. - For what?

I was just doing my job.

And what were you doing out there?

- I was standing up for Joel.

Well you damn near cost him the match.

- He'd lost anyway.

At least he's got his dignity.

What do you know about dignity?

- I bet my life on it.

And what's that supposed to mean?

- Johansen.

Yeah, he was messed up in the head.

Thought he could go around making things up about you.

What things?

- Does it matter?

- Yes.

- He thanked me for staying out all night

partying with Nails after the finals at Newport.

Said if I hadn't,

he never found out what a great piece of ass you were.

And they banned me.

- Well, he wasn't making it up, Nick.

- What the hell do I know?

- I don't know what to say.

- Don't.

It's only a game.

Time, gentlemen.

- Brock, we're okay here.

Now it's just a couple more games.

Don't try for anything too big, huh?

- I got it. - Yeah.

Spectators,take your seats.

This 4-2, advantage Haynie.

Mr. Haynie serving.

Play.

Score is deuce.

Game Robbins.

Game Haynie.

Game Robbins.

Game and second set to Robbins.

7-5.

- Yes!

- That's my son.

Yeah.

- Robbins has just evened this match up one set all.

What an amazing comeback.

Third and final set coming up.

- Strings are loose, give me this thing.

- Don't let up.

Time, gentlemen.

- Go get him. All right, you can do it.

Keep believing.

Let's go.

Games are 4-3 Haynie.

- Slow down, slow down.

Game Robbins.

- Just gotta, just gotta keep breathing, okay?

Breathe, okay?

Here we go.

Time gentlemen.

Go get him.

Game Robbins.

He leads six games to five.

- Stay focused, stay concentrated.

Don't panic, you can do this.

All right, go get him.

Game Haynie.

Game 6-all.

We will now play the 12 point tiebreaker.

- Okay, what now, Nick?

What should I do?

Well, Nick?

- What the hell do I know?

Play tennis.

Fred, thisis getting exciting.

It all comes down to the tiebreaker.

The tiebreaker, of course,

the first player to get to seven points

with a margin of two.

1-0 Robbins.

One fault.

- Way to go, Brock.

6-5 Haynie.

- All right!

- Haynie is serving at match point.

He's one serve away from winning the championship.

- Hang in there, Joel. - That's okay, Brock.

- That's the way, Joel. - You can do it, Joel.

Come on, Joel, come on.

Dig deep, Joel!

Come on Brock, show me what you got.

- 6-all - Yeah!

- All right, shake it off.

Come on, hang in there.

- Come on, Joel. - Quiet please.

- Come on, Brock, dig deep.

- I cannot believe he missed that shot.

A critical mistake.

- Mistake my ass, he just choked, man.

Well, it is match point for Robbins.

The championship is at hand.

Come on, Joel.

- Joel, you're winning. - Come on, Joel.

Come on baby.

- Come on, Joel! - Hey, Brock!

- Go, Haynie. - Joel.

Come on,Joel, you can do it.

You're game, Joel.

- Joel! - Go, Brock!

Game, set, and match to Robbins.

He wins 1-6, 7-5, 7-6.

- Yeah, he did it!

He did it!

He won!

- I don't believe it.

In what has to be one of the biggest upsets of the year,

unknown and unheard of Joel Robbins

has just become the new Satellite Champion.

- Good match, Joel.

I guess you are a ball player.

- Son of a bitch!

- Joel, great match.

Great match.

You know, you, you showed me something out there today.

I know the odds were stacked against you,

but you came through like a champion.

I, I think I was wrong about you.

I think you do have a big future in this game.

Why don't we sit down tomorrow, talk about it?

- Mr. Cowens, sir. - Yes, Joel.

- You're full of shit.

- Not bad for a head case with no balls.

- Hey, let me through.

Joel, you were a fantastic, son.

You made me very proud.

I'm sorry, I had no idea you could play that well.

You got a lot of plans t make. So what's it gonna be?

You wanna keep this bum as your coach or what?

You serious?

I'm very serious.

You were right, Irons.

Sometimes a long shot does come in.

Thanks.

Come on son, we got a lot of catching up to do.

I'll be in touch.

Good work.

You leaving?

Yeah, I'm starting over.

Hear it's a lot better if you have company.

Oh, you and I, Nick, impossible.

No, not impossible,improbable.

Big difference.

Tell you what, let'sn leave it up to fate.

Oh no.

Pick any card in this deck except the king of hearts.

That's you and me forever.

Wait a minute.

That's not the way it goes.

You're right.

I'm tired of gambling,especially on things I love.

Joel went on to play the Grand Prix circuit.

I coached him of course.

He did all right too.

Playing well at the French, Wimbledon, and the US Open,

but especially at the US Open.

The place where the babes whisper your name.