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♪ It's your thing, do what you want to do

♪ I can't tell you who to sock it to

♪ It's your thing, do what you want to do

♪ I can't tell you who to sock it to

♪ If you want me to love you... ♪

Somewhere else will have to have some cool record stores. Eve?

Yeah, I think so.

Eve, you're playing at Wimbledon.

This is it.

Just go out there and enjoy yourself.

Mm-hm.

Thanks, Trisha.

Miss Goolagong, we've been looking everywhere for you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're meant to be in dressing room number one.

I thought that was just for seeded players.

Don't worry, dear. We'll get you there.

Chop-chop. Mm.

♪ ..Who you give your thing too

♪ It's your thing, do what you want to do

♪ Oh, I can't tell you who to sock it to

♪ It's your thing, do what you want to do

♪ Oh, I can't tell you who to sock it to... ♪

It's going to be a lovely day.

Mwah!

That's it.

Thanks, mate.

Great, thank you.

Who might you be?

Evonne.

Well, Evonne, welcome to your new home.

No more moving now.

This is where we're sitting.

Thanks, Frank, appreciate it.

Great to have you, Kenny.

Plenty of shearing to be done.

I'll see you later at the pub.

Yeah.

Mm-hm.

Come on, kids, get in there.

Go on.

Come on.

Here we go!

Let's go have a look.

Barbara, can you watch your sisters here for a minute?

Thanks, bub.

Never had a house with a proper floor.

Now you're going to have to sweep and mop it.

Yeah, now I'll hear you sneaking in at night

after you've been at the pub.

Evie, can you grab my hat from the car?

Mm-hm?

What you got there, Evie?

Come on.

Good things are going to come, bub.

Just you wait.

Miss Goolagong to serve.

First set.

Play.

Quiet, please.

Excuse me.

My dad said you people have to go out the back.

Why is Dad gonna go out the back?

Danny! Bloody took your time.

You won't get a drink out here, mate.

Come on.

Come on.

15-love.

Quiet, please.

♪ Oh, give me land, lots of land

♪ Under starry skies above

♪ Don't fence me in... ♪

Hear that?

What?

Over there. What?

I don't see nothing.

The bunyip. I seen it.

He's looking at you.

He's coming to get you.

Larry, stop scaring your sister.

I seen a bunyip. He's like under the water.

Hmm...

Maybe.

Go and grab some more wood for the fire.

Mm-hm.

Evie?

Was there really a bunyip there?

There's a lot of things out here.

But with me and your mum watching you,

nothing's going to get you.

Here.

See how that works for you.

Barb, wait up.

What are they building?

Read the sign, Eve.

"Barellan and District War Memorial Tennis Club opening soon."

What are you doing?

Mum told me to get some of the white stuff.

For what?

Not telling.

Tell me.

We're going to play tennis.

Sorry, Eve.

You're too little.

You've got to be 10 to join the tennis club.

Good.

Ready, Barbara?

Yeah. Here we go.

Good.

Just relax. Here we go.

Good.

That's good, Barbara.

There's another one.

Ready?

And there.

Good.

Oh, stay relaxed.

That's good.

Would your sister like to have a go?

Nah, she hates tennis.

You can't play.

I can. You watch.

Nice shot.

Did you see that?

I hit a nice shot.

How about one more?

Here we go.

Hm.

Game, Miss De Roubin.

One game all.

Miss Goolagong to serve.

That's good, Evonne.

Rotate your shoulders and step into the shot.

Tight.

I'll be back in a sec.

Keep going.

Black car. Big, tall, white fella?

Must be welfare.

She better be worth it, Bill.

Evonne!

See, Eve? He coming to get you.

You going to the mish.

I'm Vic Edwards.

Tennis coach from Sydney.

Evonne Goolagong.

Pleased to meet you.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Evonne Goolagong.

Why'd you want to come out here for?

Just having a look around.

Not much out here.

We'll see about that.

Inside.

Inside now.

Go on.

Welfare don't need to come around here.

The house is clean. The kids go to school.

Make sure you put that in your report.

This is Mr Edwards.

He's a tennis coach from Sydney.

He wants to have a yarn about Evonne.

Mr Goolagong.

Just telling your wife how impressed I am with Evonne.

She possesses a raw talent that in all my years of coaching

I've not witnessed.

And I've coached a Wimbledon finalist, Fred Stolle,

John Newcombe, Australian junior champion.

I think Evonne could be...

Could be what?

As good as those players.

Maybe better.

She's a natural.

What she has, that can't be taught.

But with dedicated training,

I truly believe Evonne could become a world-class tennis player.

You want to coach her?

Yes, I do.

All the way out here?

If you agree to allow me to coach Evonne,

you'd need to think about her moving to Sydney.

Mr Goolagong?

I heard what you said.

You want to take our girl away.

I understand. I have daughters too.

I can't emphasise it enough.

Evonne has the potential

to make her mark on the international game of tennis.

Show the world that it doesn't matter where you come from.

What matters is what's inside of you.

The talent, the desire...

...she has that.

Sydney's a long way from here.

A long way from family.

Yes, it is.

Who's going to pay for this dedicated training?

It won't cost you anything.

And what's in it for you?

The creation of a champion.

That's enough for me.

Where would she live?

She'd live with my family.

With my wife, Eva, and our daughter, Trisha.

What about school?

She would certainly attend school.

Any black fellas at that school?

I don't think there are, no.

I could come home on the holidays.

Would you let me show you what I mean?

There you go.

OK.

Meet the ball early.

Follow all the way through.

Well done.

Beautiful.

She's having fun.

Lovely.

And again.

We got something for you, Eve.

It's from everyone in the town.

Evonne Goolagong from Australia is serving for the match.

Oh, my goodness me, what a glorious serve.

It's an ace.

Evonne Goolagong is the new Wimbledon champion.

Hey, you got no shame.

I got a little bit.

Don't forget to treat everyone the same.

And have a lovely day.

I'm proud of you, bub.

Promise me you'll enjoy it.

And when it stops being fun, you come home.

I promise.

Come on, bub.

You're going to miss the plane.

How was your flight?

OK?

It was good.

A bit bumpy.

Mrs Edwards will see you to your room.

You make yourself at home.

Yeah, it was all a bit much for me too

when I left the country and came to Sydney.

But you get used to it.

Don't know if I will.

Let's go up and see Trisha.

You'll be sharing a room with her.

She'll help you to settle in.

Come on.

Trisha?

Say hello.

This is Evonne.

Hi. Hello.

The bathroom is down the hall.

If you need anything, just ask.

Thank you.

Trisha, please make Evonne feel welcome.

Yes, Mum.

Lunch is in half an hour.

Never had a bed to myself before.

What's that?

It's from Princess Magazine.

I've had it since I was little.

It's a story about a girl who dreams of going to Wimbledon and winning.

Is that your dream?

Send me a postcard when you get there.

How are you settling in, pet?

Good.

Thank you, Mr Edwards.

You make sure Trisha doesn't keep you up gossiping all night.

Because it all starts tomorrow.

Not only tennis.

We've got school, and deportment and elocution lessons.

All part of the plan.

Get you ready for life on and off the court.

How does that sound?

Sounds good, Mr Edwards. Yeah.

You're not going to be doing this alone.

I'll be with you every step of the way.

Would you like to ring home?

But the post office is shut on the weekends.

We've arranged to call home every Friday at 5pm.

So, have you been to Sydney before, Evonne?

Mm. Perhaps we girls should plan a little tour next weekend. Hey?

Where shall we take her, Trisha?

Can we go to Luna Park?

I don't see why not.

Doesn't have to be all work and no play, does it, Mr Edwards?

But tennis is fun.

Evonne's got the right attitude.

You could take a leaf out of her book, Patricia.

Hm?

You ready, girls?

For God's sake, Trisha, concentrate.

You're waving that racquet around like a magic wand.

Oh!

No, leave her, Evonne.

She's fine.

Evonne?

Your backhand lacks power,

but your weakness will become your strength in no time.

You remember that.

And if you change your grip... Yeah.

Just a quarter of an inch, that's it.

...it'll change your game, pet.

Good follow-through.

Love-15.

You lost in straight sets, Trisha.

Paul was off colour.

Maybe he didn't want it enough.

She's going OK, then?

Quiet, please.

Love set.

Go, Gong!

Quiet.

Ooh.

Are these English parties always this much fun?

Excuse me.

Mm.

Hi.

Hm?

Hi.

I don't like them either.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Would you like another?

Here.

You did not see that.

See what?

I'm, uh... I'm Roger Cawley.

It's an honour to meet you.

I'm Evonne Goolagong.

I know.

You're here taking Sutton by storm,

and warming up for your first Wimbledon.

Well, have you got a pen?

Don't you want my autograph?

What are you doing tomorrow?

Playing tennis.

After that?

Oh, I'd have to check.

My social calendar's chock-a-block.

Oh, come on.

Don't fight it.

I'm English, and I'm charming.

And England can do better than this.

What are you doing here, then?

Being a good friend.

Although it seems like my good friend has found another.

So about that date?

It's a date now, is it?

What about it?

The Rolling Stones are playing at Earl's Court.

You're kidding. You got tickets?

Is that a yes?

Game, set and match, Miss Goolagong.

Great job.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Yes!

Ooh, I like that.

Look at this.

The two prettiest girls in tennis.

Pretty and talented.

They're calling you the Sunshine Supergirl, Evonne.

I've been called worse.

We've got big plans for Evonne, haven't we, pet?

If you say so, Mr Edwards.

And what are those plans, Vic?

In four years' time, Evonne will be Wimbledon champion.

That's optimistic.

I'd say confident.

Dad, we have plans for dinner tonight.

Have you?

Who with?

With Roger and Paul.

Well, I don't think that's a very good idea.

You're into the second round of Wimbledon.

We need you well-rested.

Don't be out late.

We won't.

Hm.

Hi.

Thought we'd never get away.

Hello, Gong.

Looking lovely. You too. Great seeing you.

How was your day? Yeah, it was good.

I did some training and then we...

Hello.

I'm Roger Cawley.

Yes, I've seen you sniffing around my daughters.

Your daughters?

What do you do, Roger?

This and that.

Played the British tennis circuit for a few years.

I realised I'd never make the slam, so...

I turned my attention to my, uh, journalism.

Which paper?

Magazines, mostly.

Mm.

Women's Own.

Honey.

I write romance stories, mostly.

Cawley, you say?

Yes.

Never heard of you.

Oh, you wouldn't have.

I wasn't very good.

Not like Evonne.

Dad, leave the poor man alone.

We're going. Hm?

Lovely to meet you.

Odile didn't stand a chance today.

Seriously, you dazzled her.

It was almost embarrassing to watch.

So is this.

Be quiet.

Well, I enjoyed it.

I don't think Odile did.

I heard her dad's a duke or something.

Wait, do they have those in France?

Not since the Revolution.

Her father does own a tennis club, though.

Right next door to his castle.

Just as well she has that to fall back on.

Let's have a cake, huh?!

Oh!

Oh. Oh, here we go.

You're an absolute animal.

Shall we get some dessert?

No, no, no. Let's go dancing. No.

Oh, don't tell me. Mr Edwards?

Is he always like that?

Yes, basically. Hm.

I wouldn't be here without him.

You're just afraid I'm going to show you up on the dance floor.

You think? Hm.

Well, do you have moves?

Oh, you're going down. Prove it.

I've got the best moves.

Prove it.

Come on, let's go.

Righto. It's happening.

I just wish I had that much energy on the tennis court.

You are magnificent in any setting.

Cheeseball.

Right. Come here.

We'll just carry on then, yeah? Mm.

Alright.

So, you've got some moves.

Are you conceding?

No way.

Wait till you see my Lindy hop.

Your Lindy... Your Lindy what?

It's all in the balance.

Oh, right. Yeah.

I don't know what you're laughing at.

I'm not laughing.

Oh, really? I never laugh.

Oh, you're a bad liar, Gong.

Oh, right.

I've been carrying this around all night.

Are you mad?

It's only been a few weeks.

Gong... Yeah, sorry.

It's a... It's a gift.

It's a small gift, not a proposal.

Wait, you mean you don't want to marry me?

God, no.

I mean, not yet.

Turn around.

Thank you for...

for...

Easy, you two.

You're welcome.

I'll see you soon?

Absolutely.

Yeah.

You're such a tease, Evonne Goolagong.

I'd say irresistible.

What the hell is going on?

What do you mean?

I will not have you making a fool of me.

Really?

It was just dinner, Mr Edwards. Nothing else.

I know what it was.

You're not here to enjoy yourself.

You're here to play tennis, to do what I say.

Can't we just have a night out?

You're here to compete.

Have you no respect for me, our family, for tennis?

For God's sake, Trisha, you're an embarrassment.

I'm sick of this.

I am sick of you controlling my life.

What to do, how to be, what to say.

It's always the Vic Edwards way.

I just don't want you to throw it all away.

I won't.

What are you doing?

I'm done, I'm going home.

What? No.

Trisha, you can't go.

You can't leave.

I can and I will.

I'm out of the mixed doubles.

We're out of the women's.

There's no reason for me to stay.

It's your dream, it's not mine.

But I need you. You don't.

There are a thousand people who can play doubles with you

better than I can.

It's not just about tennis.

I know.

But I'm tired of being humiliated by him.

Don't let him tell you you're not good enough.

Talk to him.

It wouldn't work.

Nothing I do makes him happy.

Sorry, Eve.

You're going to have to work out how to deal with him by yourself.

Hey.

You're Evonne Goolagong, aren't you?

Can I get your autograph?

My wife loves you.

Is that OK?

She'll love that.

Thanks.

You look well and truly ready, pet.

Ready for what?

Centre Court.

I just heard.

What?

Tomorrow?

It's a second round match. I'm unknown.

What are we doing on Centre Court?

There's a lot of interest in you, and rightly so.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Mr Edwards.

Peaches has won Wimbledon.

Junior Wimbledon.

Evonne, be proud.

Celebrate this.

You're the first Aborigine to play on the Centre Court of Wimbledon.

Is that what this is about?

Me being a black fella?

Oh. Who cares?

If the tennis world is talking about you, that's a good thing.

Use it.

Can we get dinner?

I'm starving.

Yeah, of course, pet.

We'll stop on the way back.

I do want to apologise for my behaviour last night, pet.

But maybe it's better that Trisha went home.

She just wasn't happy.

All I want is what's best for you.

You know that, don't you?

I do, Mr Edwards.

Thank you.

How did you sleep, pet?

Not so well.

What?

It's not like you to lose a wink over tennis.

We are playing Centre Court at Wimbledon.

I am.

And joining me in the commentary box today

is reigning Wimbledon champion Ann Jones.

Ann, how does it feel not to be taking part this year?

Quite relaxing, honestly.

And a privilege to be here.

Evonne Goolagong will be playing on Centre Court for the first time

against former junior champion Peaches Bartkowicz.

Ann, would you say it's a case

of an Aborigine David versus an American Goliath on court today?

Not at all, Dan.

Bartkowicz has had a strong start to the season,

but Evonne plays with confidence, agility and a real ingenuity.

She's only 18, but she was as cool as a cucumber

when she took a set off me at Sutton a few weeks ago.

Let's see if she can bring some of that composure to Centre Court.

Her gazelle-like grace has been much praised in the press.

Ann, would you say she's an instinctive player?

I'd say she's a smart one.

And that, combined with her temperament

and her positive attitude,

makes her an enviable opponent.

Ladies, it's time.

And the first Aborigine to set foot on Centre Court, no less.

That's a long journey in anyone's book.

Ladies and gentlemen... Oh, here they come.

...stepping onto Centre Court,

Miss Jane Bartkowicz from the United States of America

and Miss Evonne Goolagong from Australia.

So, we're in for a fierce contest today.

I'd say so, Dan.

And I'm willing to bet Evonne has a long career ahead of her.

And, of course, somebody who has been instrumental in that

is her coach, Vic Edwards.

Miss Bartkowicz to serve.

Silence, please.

15-love.

Quiet, please.

30-love.

Out.

40-love.

I do want to apologise for my behaviour last night, pet.

But maybe it's better that Trisha went home.

She just wasn't happy.

All I want is what's best for you.

You know that, don't you?

I do, Mr Edwards.

Thank you.

You know how much I love you, don't you?

Goodnight, Mr Edwards.

30-40.

Peaches has a set point on Evonne's serve.

Deuce.

Blistering serve to stay in the set.

It's fast moving with 20 minutes on the clock

and Peaches controlling the pace.

Perhaps not the game we expected.

Peaches gets the break and takes the set.

Game and first set, Miss Bartkowicz.

Now, that's impressive.

Certainly intelligent play by Peaches,

but I'd argue that Evonne is out of form.

Perhaps overwhelmed.

It can be a daunting place to play.

Who is it?

It's me.

May I come in?

Oh, I...

I'm sorry if I shocked you.

It's just that...

...I really do care about you, pet.

I care about you too, Mr Edwards.

I was just about to have a bath.

Get to bed.

Important match tomorrow.

You can let yourself out.

Pet.

I'm in love with you.

You're the most beautiful player I've ever seen, Evonne.

I've fallen in love with the woman you've become.

If you ever put your tongue in my mouth again, I will bite it off!

Evonne, no, no, no, no, no.

No... You don't understand.

Oh, Mr Edwards, I think it's time you left.

Evonne, please.

Mr Edwards, please.

I think it's time you go.

Hello? Hello, are you alright in there?

Hi. Sorry, I heard shouting.

Is everything OK in here? Or...

Yes, yes, everything's fine.

My coach was just leaving.

Yeah, alright.

Quiet, please.

Goolagong has been completely outplayed.

Yes, this will be a real setback for her.

It's demoralising to lose a match so quickly.

You feel like you let the crowd down.

And not just the crowd, Ann.

Vic Edwards may be regretting

bringing her to Wimbledon this early in her career.

Game, set and match, Miss Bartkowicz.

What an embarrassment.

C-grade effort on the Centre Court of Wimbledon.

What a joke.

The whole crowd could see your mind wasn't on the game.

You went bloody walkabout.

Such a gutless effort!

Well?

You'll stay here for the plate tournament.

That's where the losers from the first two rounds play each other.

Maybe that's more your level.

Evonne! Evonne!

Evonne! Evonne!

Evonne!

Evonne! Evonne!

Vic Edwards has spoken about his four-year plan for you.

How much did today set that plan back, do you think?

I don't know.

You'll have to ask him.

How do you think today went, Evonne?

Are you satisfied with your performance?

Well, no.

I guess I wasn't my best.

Couldn't quite feel it.

Peaches deserved the win.

She outplayed me.

The plan's on track.

Today was disappointing, but Evonne will learn from this.

We'll learn from it.

You've all seen what a beautiful player she is.

There's talk you went walkabout on court today.

Can you tell us what that means?

Evonne's the first Aborigine to play on Centre Court,

and I'm nothing but proud to be a part of that.

Evonne! Evonne!

Evonne, have you got what it takes to win this tournament?

Will you be back next year to make your coach proud?

Evonne!

Over here, Evonne.

Excuse me, Evonne, one more question.

Evonne.

Why are you going to South Africa?

Are you a supporter of apartheid?

You're going to a country where the oppression of black people

is written in law.

That's totally inappropriate.

I asked Evonne.

I'm going to play tennis.

For the first time in history,

two Australians will contest the women's single final at Wimbledon.

Come on, Evie!

Margaret Court will meet the young Aborigine Evonne Goolagong.

Which got lost?

My letters to you, or yours to me?

I got your letters.

Mum!

I don't want you to throw away all that hard work.

I'm worried if you go home now, you'll never come back.

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