All language subtitles for 7.Days.in.Hell.2015.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

( music playing )

- ( faint pop )
- Man: Come on!

- Man #2: Out!
- ( crowd cheering )

Chris Evert:
And here we go.

Aaron Williams,
one point away
from ending

this outrageous
seven-day match.

Jim Lampley:
On this, his 67th
match point.

He can end it all
with one serve.

- ( grunts )
- John McEnroe: Oh.

Lampley:
A weak 30-mph serve
into the net.

McEnroe:
Seven days of play
really taking its toll

on everyone here.

Lampley:
Please end it.

Please end it.

( grunts )

Fuck, no.

McEnroe:
Jesus. Oh, this is
killing me.

The Williams-Poole match.

It wasn't even a match.
It was--

it was something else.

It was two men

stuck in eternal flames.

- Referee: Deuce.
- Yeah, I know it's deuce.

We all know
it's deuce, man.

It was...

seven days in hell.

Narrator:
It was the most
spectacular match

in tennis history.

But to fully understand
how these two men got here,

we must first know
where they came from.

( babbling )

( rock music plays )

Aaron Williams, thank you
for sitting down with us.

- My pleasure.
- You're known

- as the "bad boy" of tennis.
- No. You know what?

- Fuck this and fuck you.
- ( tone beeps )

Evert:
Aaron Williams does not play
"country club" tennis

because he's
from the streets.

I mean, literally.

He was left on a street
by his mother

and then was adopted
by Richard Williams,

father of Serena
and Venus.

Well, with Aaron
it was a reverse "Blind Side."

You know, a rich white family
gets a black kid

and makes him play football.
Well, we flipped it.

My dad, he took
a white kid and made him
play tennis.

Narrator:
Like his sisters,

Aaron quickly rose
to the top of the game.

But the number-one
ranking eluded him.

His personal life,
however,

has shined bright
since his arrival to fame.

Serena Williams:
We could go months
without talking to him.

He'd hang around a lot
in Vegas,

spending a lot of time
with Rod Stewart and
some magician.

Well, it was me,
Aaron Williams

and Rod Stewart going out
every night for about 10 years,

crushing pussy
and making money.

Narrator:
Aaron's chance

to become
the top-ranked player
in the world

finally came
at the '96 Wimbledon finals.

Lampley:
What happened
at Wimbledon '96

completely changed
the trajectory of
Aaron Williams' life.

Evert:
Will he do it?
At 25 years old

finally win Wimbledon
and grab

that number-one ranking
he so desires?

Lampley:
Can he do it?

Can he beat the Belgian,
Jens Goossens?

( grunts )

- Lampley: Ace.
- Evert: Three points
away now.

Lampley:
Here comes the guitar.

Evert:
He is gunning
for that title.

Court announcer:
30-love.

Lampley:
Another ace.
Are you kidding me?

148 miles per hour.

Evert:
He's like, on another
planet right now.

- ( grunts )
- ( cheering )

After those three aces,
there wasn't one person

who didn't think that
a four-bagger was coming.

And with it,
a new tennis champion.

Narrator:
But what came next was
something quite different.

Evert:
Here we go.
Championship point.

Lampley:
It appears he just
whispered to himself,

"This is how we do it."

The hit
Montell Jordan song

that Aaron sung
backup vocals on this year.

- Evert: Oh!
- Lampley: Oh, jeez.

This is not good.

Evert:
We just hope
he's all right.

You knew right away
he was dead.

Lampley:
My Lord, I've never seen
anything like this.

McEnroe:
It was one of the great
tragedies of all time

and, technically,
it wasn't the impact
that killed him.

But the impact gave him

a heart attack
and that killed him.

So if you ask me,
did Aaron kill him?

I'd say kinda.

The silver lining
to that man's death

is that Aaron had set a--
a new speed record

for a serve.

Lampley:
If the pressure of winning
Wimbledon wasn't enough,

now he's got a dead body
on his hands.

McEnroe:
Aaron probably should have
forfeited after killing a guy.

But he didn't
because he's an asshole.

Lampley:
Second serve now,
after killing a man.

- ( man yells )
- ( crowd gasps )

Lampley:
Not a good sign
for Williams.

( ball pops )

( crowd cheering )

Narrator:
Aaron lost, but remarkably,

killing a man
and losing his greatest
shot at Wimbledon

and the number-one
ranking

still wasn't as low
as he would sink that day.

Duke of Kent:
Let us start with
a moment of silence

for Chauncey...
Kensington,

who gave his life
for the game of tennis.

( applause )

Duke:
And now let's hear it
for the runner-up,

Aaron Williams.

( scattered applause )

Thanks.

Man, sorry
I couldn't win today.

- I thought
I was gonna, but...
- ( man yells )

Aaron:
I didn't murder him.
He had a heart attack.

( crowd jeering )

Great.
Well, you know what?
I hate all of you too.

I hate this
stupid-ass country.

The food's terrible.
There's no hot chicks.

I've seen
maybe two, max,

and they were, like,
"sixes" at best.

Even then,
they'd be way lower

if you put them
in an L.A. or Miami

- or even a San Francisco!
- Duke: This is an outrage--

- Get out
of my fucking way!
- ( screams )

He pushed the duke.

You don't shove
a member of the royal family

unless your brain
is made of toddings.

( laughs )
Sorry for my language.

Narrator:
It was the push
heard round the world.

( screaming )

( screaming repeats )

( screaming distorted )

The Duke of Kent
has been pushed.

( speaking Armenian )

( speaking Korean )

- ( crowd booing )
- ( microphone thumps )

Later, tennis.

Serena:
I mean, no one
actually thought

he was saying goodbye
to tennis for good

because that's a crazy thing
to say when retiring.

"Later, tennis"?

Narrator:
After this dramatic exit,

he vanished.
And it seemed

that would be
the last anyone would hear
from Aaron Williams.

No one could know
that he would return
to compete

in the longest
and arguably greatest game
in tennis history.

( Aaron grunts )
Fuck, no!

Narrator:
His competitor
in the match

was Charles Poole.

( music plays )

Narrator:
When you're
a child prodigy,

the cameras start
filming early.

British narrator:
His name is Charles
Lloyd Poole,

and at three years
of age,

he's only got the entire
tennis world talking.

You've got to be
the best, Charles.
The best.

Mummy won't love you
if you're second best.

British narrator:
He's clearly one to watch.

Caspian Wint:
If you like tennis,

you will certainly like
my next guest.

It is
the wunderkind,

Charles Lloyd Poole.

( audience applauds )

Welcome to "Good Sport."

The rooftops of London

have been a-flutter

with talk that
you may be turning pro

before turning 16.

Indubitably.

It would make you
the youngest pro in history.

Oh, yeah,
indubitably.

McEnroe:
It was pretty obvious
someone had taught this kid

the word, "indubitably,"

thinking that mixed
with his English accent,

it'd make him
sound smart.

Charles was by far

the thickest person
I ever met.

It was like
talking to a child
with brain damage.

His mother wanted him
to turn pro so badly

that she found a shortcut
for schooling.

She sent him
to a vocation school

that taught him to be
a bloody lorry driver.

I must say, you are
looking extremely fit.

Would you mind

lifting-- lifting
your shirt so--

so we can inspect
the abdominal muscles?

Oh, yeah,
indubitably.

It was also obvious
the host of "Good Sport"

was interested in him
sexually.

( gulps, moans )

I'm not entirely
sure that camera

got that.

Crackerjack.

Well, Caspian Wint
could be

a bit
of a rapscallion.

That guy was a creep.
Nobody liked him.

Why do you smell
like fire?

Because
I rage inside,

like a furnace.

( stammers )
And d-do you
have a g--

a girlfriend?

No, but I did
have one once.

He was always really sweet
and properly fit.

And I know
he really did love me.

But, you know,
my modeling career
was just pff-ff!

♪ Feels good
to be a model-- ♪

Besides, even
if I had wanted more,

there was just
no getting past his mum.

She was an iron fortress
around him.

Are you scared
of your mother?

No. No, of course not.
I-- I love my mum.

I'm not scared of her.
I'm not scared of my
mum at all.

Wint:
Charles...

is your mother
using you

for her own

dashed dreams?

Oh yeah, definitely.

He's joking.

( Wint, mother
laughing )

Louisa Poole:
I always liked
that Caspian Wint.

He and Charles

always seemed to have
a very special connection.

Narrator:
Two years after
walking off the court,

Aaron Williams
finally resurfaced--

in Sweden,
of all places--

to become the top
of his game once again

at a new endeavor.

( speaking Swedish )

( laughing )

( program music plays )

( TV announcer
speaking Swedish )

( speaking Swedish )

( speaking mock Swedish )

Uh, hmm?
Yeah?

Yeah.

( program music plays )

( announcer speaking Swedish )
"Den Swedish Hit Show."

( speaking Swedish )

( chuckles )
No...

( crowd cheering )

Lampley:
Here comes the guitar.

Announcer:
I don't think there's
anyone in the world

who doesn't
want to have sex
with Aaron Williams.

Narrator:
With the success
of his underwear line

and clearly not
missing tennis at all,

it seemed Aaron had landed
back on his feet,

but beneath him
was again, black ice.

( speaking Swedish )

Narrator:
Aaron was hit with thousands
of malpractice lawsuits.

A Swedish judge ordered him
to pay $12 million

in class action fines or
face a decade in Swedish jail.

The Swedish courtroom sketches
were just magnificent.

They looked like
a wonderful Disney film.

Narrator:
Those remarkable sketches
were inspired by this man,

Jan Erik Eckland,

a major fan
of Disney films

and a prominent
Swedish courtroom artist
in the late 1950s.

Every courtroom artist
coming up after 1955

will tell you
they got in the game

because of
Jan Erik Eckland.

Before Jan Erik Eckland,

Swedish courtroom sketches
looked like any other
courtroom sketch.

Jan Erik said, "I want
to do something different.

I want to do
something fun."

He comes along
and turns the dull settings

into fantastical worlds

complete with
anthropomorphic animals

and magical beings.

Narrator:
Jan Erik inspired

courtroom artists
all over the world

and began a renaissance
of courtroom sketching.

And there are
certain perks

that come with
being at the forefront
of your industry.

Jan Erik
is driving fancy cars,

sleeping with gorgeous women.
He owns a biplane.

This guy was
on top of the world.

Narrator:
The only thing left
for Jan Erik Eckland

wasn't on Earth.

So he built
this rocket ship.

He said,
"I'm gonna find a new planet
with better food

and prettier women
and crazier drugs."

Narrator:
The rocket blew up
on launch.

So Aaron owed $12 million
to the Swedish government

and his inability
to come up with the funds

led him into
a pit of despair,

AKA, PCP.

( yelling in Swedish )

- Boogie, boogie, boogie.
- ( groaning )

Nobody wants to end up
in prison.

- ( gate clangs )
- But if you do
end up in prison,

Swedish prison's
the way to go.

It's a lot like living
in a very modern home

with mid-century
finishes.

Narrator:
And once again, people
assumed that was the last

they would ever hear
of Aaron Williams.

So, Charles,
you're now number two
in the world.

You're favored
to win Wimbledon,

which would
make you number one.
How do you do it?

Yeah, well,
when I'm playing
I serve the ball

and the man opposite me
on the other side
of the court,

he plays it
back to me.

Now, then I try to hit
to a place in the court

that he's not
standing in anymore.

And if he manages to reach
that and play it back,

if it lands short,
I run forward

and then I try and get it
to another place
in the court

that he's not
standing anymore.

And sometimes
it goes outside
of these lines

on the side of the court.
And if that happens,

the ump, he shouts,
"Out!"

And that's--
that's very bad
if that happens to me.

But if it happens
to the other player,
I really like that.

I understand how
the game of tennis
is played.

I guess I meant,
what's your overall
strategy?

Yeah, yeah.
Indubitably, yeah.

Okay.
You know, Charles,

you-- you can't help
but compare your career

to that
of Aaron Williams.

And I think
it's fair to say
there's been a debate

about who's
the better player.

Would you say
it's you?

Yeah.

( echoes )
Yeah. Yeah...

Narrator:
That sheepish comment
unexpectedly

made it halfway
around the world...

to an all-male orgy.

( music playing )

( speaking Swedish )

Soledad O'Brien:
Would you say it's you?

Yeah.

( speaking Swedish )

( water pattering )

Narrator:
And with a seemingly
innocuous statement

that should have gone
unnoticed...

- Yeah.
- Charles awoke
a sleeping dragon.

( speaking Swedish )

( squawking )

Narrator:
Despite the escaped convict,

Charles' fate
to be world number one
seemed predetermined.

But would it come
at the following Grand Slam,

on his home court
at Wimbledon?

An Englishman
hadn't won Wimbledon
since Fred Perry in 1937,

so there was tremendous
pressure on Charles to bring
the trophy home.

I mean,
can you imagine?

Yeah, thank you so much.

Yeah.

Yeah, goodbye, ma'am.

- That was the Queen.
- Interviewer:
What did she want?

She wanted me to win.

Narrator:
With the weight of an
entire nation on his back,

Charles stepped up his
training to a diabolical level.

♪ Bend me, shake me,
rock me, roll me ♪

♪ I'm in overdrive,
I'm in overdrive ♪

♪ Hate me, break me,
you can't fake me ♪

♪ I'm in overdrive. ♪

Winning the seven matches
necessary to bring the trophy
home to England

seemed nothing more
than protocol.

Until an unexpected
guest showed up.

No one expected Aaron
to come back to tennis.

I mean, he got
that awful tattoo.

Narrator:
No one pictured Aaron Williams
back on a tennis court

until a young PR man

at the All England Club
had an idea.

The All England Club
is allowed to admit players
through a wild card.

So I proposed we let Aaron play
for the press it would bring.

I did not like
the proposal one bit.

( distorted screaming )

The duke was furious
upon hearing the name,

but cooler heads prevailed
when I assured him

Aaron would lose badly
after not playing for years.

Not to mention
we would have him lose
to an Englishman

who was certain
to humiliate him.

( laughs )

Narrator:
That Englishman
was obviously

Charles Lloyd Poole.

Every tennis fan
had been dying for
these two to play.

It was a guaranteed,
epic match.

Not to mention
all the trim it would bring.

( applause continues )

The second they entered
the stadium,

all the girls
would just soak their socks.

Interviewer:
Jesus.

Lampley:
Just moments ago,

the first to walk
onto Centre Court

and prepare to open play
for this fortnight
at Wimbledon--

oh, my God.

He appears to be wearing
some kind of sleeveless,

denim button-down.

McEnroe:
Pros are sponsored
and given clothes.

Here's the problem,
though.

No one wanted to give
Aaron an endorsement

until Jordache decided
to get in the game.

The spirit of Jordache
is one of experimentation.

If I dig that shit,

I think the customer's
gonna dig that shit.

That white denim
has to go down

as the all-time worst
tennis outfit.

I liked his hair
and he looked good
in the jeans.

End of story.

Look, in the first rounds
of any tournament,

you have top-seeded guys
playing low-ranked guys

and there's rarely
a surprise.

( ball pops )

- ( grunts )
- ( applause )

McEnroe:
And the start of the
Williams-Poole match

seemed to be
going accordingly.

( crowd groans,
cheers )

The guy was 30.
He hadn't played in years.

Pickard:
It looks like he's never
played tennis before.

McEnroe:
The guy's just dying
out there.

- ( distorted groan )
- He looked like an old,
faded drug addict.

Which is what he was.

Narrator:
Charles effortlessly
destroyed Aaron

in the first set
in an unprecedented
21 minutes.

It was on course
to be over soon.

- But the weather
had other plans.
- ( thunder rumbling )

Look! It's raining.
We have to stop.

- We have to stop.
It's raining.
- ( crowd groaning )

Lampley:
We'll have to continue
this match tomorrow.

If you want to catch the end,
be sure to tune in on time

because it won't
last long.

He played so bad,

Jordache pulled
its sponsorship.
Thank God.

We lost a lot of money
with that endorsement,

and I lost my job.

But I sell pianos now.
I fucking love it.

Narrator:
The scoreboard
said it all.

And the battle
would conclude the
following day.

Or so we thought.

What happened
the second day was
nothing short of a miracle.

( grunts )

- ( crowd cheering )
- Lampley: Another
winner from Aaron.

- Yeah!
- Lampley: This guy
has been totally reborn.

Serena:
It's like riding a bike.

It just clicked for him
on that second day.

Aaron:
I couldn't see. Was it in?
Did it go in?

- Yeah.
- My point?

- Yeah, yeah, it went in.
Your point.
- Okay, cool.

And that confidence
gave him a huge burst
of energy.

Lampley:
It looks like
Aaron's having some fun

with the line judge
out there.

Narrator:
But others suspected
that burst of energy

was from something
much more illicit
than confidence.

It was pretty obvious

that he had hidden cocaine
in his water bottles...

- ( sniffs )
- and in his rackets...

( sniffs )

- and in his coke necklace.
- ( snorting )

And even on the lines
of the court.

( snorting )

Copperfield:
Seems crazy now,
but you gotta remember

this is before cocaine
was illegal.

Interviewer:
Cocaine was always illegal.

Really?

Oh, we knew
he was on cocaine.

It's just that in England
it's very rude to point
things out.

Narrator:
Whatever the reason
for Aaron's

sudden energy
and inspiration...

Lampley:
It appears there's
a bit of blood

on his wristband
from his nose.

Narrator:
It led to arguably the
greatest tennis of his life.

The match was expected
to end quickly.

But Aaron's rally
extended the game,

leaving it tied
at two sets each.

It would be the first
match in tennis history

to go three days.

When I got in,
there was a message
from the Queen.

( phone beeps )

( woman speaking )

( beeps )

Interviewer:
Wow, the Queen of England
really wants you to win.

How are you dealing
with the pressure?

Will you excuse me just--
just for one second?

You're experiencing something

that is the optimum
in tennis.

Narrator:
The following day began
at the crack of dawn.

And the play
was again remarkable.

( crowd gasping )

Lampley:
What? Come on!

McEnroe:
How'd he get to that?

Lampley:
Unbelievable.
Are you kidding me?

This is like nothing
I've ever seen.

McEnroe:
Spectacular!

Absolutely spectacular!

( crowd cheering )

Lampley:
Oh, my God!

- McEnroe: What? Come on!
- ( cheering continues )

Lampley:
I'm gonna go ahead
and call that

the greatest point
in tennis history.

Pudding:
In the fifth set of Wimbledon,
there's no tie break,

so you play until one man
wins by two games,

be it 8-6, or 9-7,

or 10-8--
or 11-9, for example.

They could
theoretically play
forever, which is scary

for somebody like me
who doesn't much like
watching tennis.

Narrator:
The match stretched on
for eight hours that day,

but neither side
was able to claim victory.

( phone beeps )

On day four, Aaron came out
completely depleted.

Oh, Jesus Christ, easy.

McEnroe:
His legs were like
Jell-O,

just two little
pudding pops.

Evert:
He's collapsed
like a baby deer.

No fight in his eyes.

- Out.
- Narrator: But just
when it seemed

Aaron was on
his last breath,

he was granted a gift
from the gods.

Evert:
Charles up a break,
one point away

- from finally ending this.
- ( woman squeals )

Lampley:
And now this match
has it all.

- Evert: Ladies and gentlemen,
we've got a streaker.
- ( crowd cheering )

Looks like security
has her now.

Lampley:
Seems Aaron wants to take care
of the situation himself.

He's holding his hand out
to calm the streaker.

Evert:
He's made eye contact
with her.

Whoa, whoa, what's
going on down there?

Lampley:
Whatever he said to her
was quite the line, Chris.

What's he doing to her?

Lampley:
It appears that Aaron
is now

copulating
with the random streaker.

Is no one
gonna stop this?

Pudding:
You'd think that a player
would be disqualified

for having sex
on the court for over
four hours,

but really, there's no rule
in the book about it.

So what could we do,
but watch?

( cheering, applause )

Pickard:
He went down on her
for a solid hour at least,

the whole time
high-fiving her.

It was like nothing
I'd ever seen,

and I'm no stranger
to adult films.

Woman:
Whoo! That's what
I'm talking about.

Court announcer:
Quiet on the court, please.

Narrator:
For Aaron, the streaker
was a life preserver

in a sea of grass
and he clung to her
for dear life

- until he could
no longer hang on.
- ( crowd cheering )

Evert:
Are they clapping because
they're happy it's over

or are they proud
of his work?

Lampley:
Hard to say,
but it looks like

we might actually
get back to tennis.

( man yelling )
Whoo!

Evert:
Spoke too soon.

We've got
another streaker.
This one's a dude.

( Lampley laughing )
It appears Aaron is not
as happy to see this guy.

Oh, wait.

It looks like
he's gonna bone him too.

( crowd cheering )

- ( both panting )
- Lampley: They are having sex.

Well, if you need to stall,
this is definitely
one way to do it.

- ( both moaning )
- They're letting out
a harmonized moan now.

These guys
are really in sync.

He-- he came so hard,
it made a divot in the court.

- Evert: Looks like
they've finished up.
- ( crowd cheering )

( female streaker
squeals )

Evert:
The female streaker
has returned for more.

We've got three bodies,
two of them naked.

Oh, I think I know
how this is gonna pan out.

Lampley:
And now Aaron is kissing
the female streaker.

And now,
the male streaker.

And now he's making
the two streakers kiss.

Narrator:
The lovemaking
lasted until nightfall

and Aaron survived
another day.

( camera shutters
clicking )

Good morning.
Before I get started,
I just want to say

I'm not going to apologize
for the incidents in
yesterday's match.

What happens between
two or three people

on the Wimbledon courts
is between them.

And it's natural
and it's beautiful.

That out of the way,
as many of you know,

I've spent years searching
for the true identity of
my birth father.

I'm an orphan.
Adopted.

And...

I'm happy to announce
that today I have found him.

His name
is England's own...

Engelbert Humperdinck.

And I'd like to
hereby announce

that my performance
in this match

will be dedicated
to my native home

of Great Britain.

England's true son
has returned!

Whoo!

See you on the court.

Look, we all know this,
tennis is a head game.

And it was a great move
to get in Charles' head.

I mean, the guy's
whole identity

was based on being
the only British star
in the sport.

And suddenly,
Aaron had taken that
from him.

( grunts )

Court announcer:
Game, Williams.

Go, Britain!

He's a phony.

Lampley:
The crowd loves him.

I'm the one
who's English. Me.

- ( crowd booing )
- Lampley: Seems everyone's
turned on Charles.

Pudding:
By this point the English
had bloody had it with Charles

and they truly believed
Aaron was a Humperdinck.

A brother-in-arms.

Narrator:
But the abuse
directed at Charles

didn't end
with the angry spectators.

When he got back
to his hotel,

he was greeted
by a much more
intimidating audience.

( phone ringing )

( female voice slurring )

( Charles speaking )

( Mrs. Poole speaking )

( Charles speaking )

( Mrs. Poole speaking )

( dial tone hums )

( cheering )

I'm British, eh!

- ( truck horn honking )
- ( crashes )

- ( crowd screams )
- Woman: Oh, my God!

( program music playing )

Aaron Williams...

has been hit..
by a twuck.

Did something happen
to Aaron Williams?

- Man: He was hit by a truck.
- He was hit by a truck?

Oh, no.

You have two men competing
in a high-stakes match.

One of those men
gets hit by a truck.

The other man...

is a licensed
big-rig truck driver.

- ( camera shutter clicks )
- ( truck horn blares )

But somehow
no one thinks to accuse

the guy
who's a truck driver.

I'm indubitably concerned
about Aaron.

It'd be a great shame
if he couldn't play again,

and I advanced
and my mum and everyone
liked me again.

No comment.

( program music playing )

Against the advice
of his doctors,

and anyone
with eyeballs--

Aaron Williams
checked himself out
of his hospital this afternoon

to continue
his ludicrous,

now six-day match
against Poole.

This is not
something to miss.

( crowd cheering )

Evert:
Aaron's right-handed

and his right arm
is completely shattered.

So it's like, okay,
you want to keep playing,

but with what arm?

It appears Williams
is now going to attempt

to continue this match
with his left hand.

Lampley:
I mean, this is just
an exercise in stupidity now.

Evert:
There's no way
this works.

( grunts )

Evert:
A left-handed ace?
Are you kidding me?

Lampley:
This guy can do anything.

( crowd cheering )

Pickard:
At this point,
sports psychologists

explained it was
entirely mental.

No man would ever break
the other's serve
because, A--

he didn't believe he could,
and, B-- he didn't want to.

They had both made
a deal with themselves

that this is how
they would spend the rest
of their lives.

And they were
okay with that.
And so was I.

Narrator:
But in the 196th game
of play,

it seemed Charles was ready
to break that pattern.

Up for the first time
at triple match break point,

Charles had three
opportunities

to put an end
to the nightmare.

What happened
in '98, '97,

I would call
the greatest travesty
in sports history.

Lampley:
Please end it.
Please end it.

( grunts )

- ( crowd gasping )
- McEnroe: What the--?

What's going on?
It's David Copperfield!

- Evert: Oh, my God!
- At that point,
you'd just seen it all.

Aaron was in no way
responsible.

It was simply
a trick gone wrong.

I was supposed
to appear on top of
the Statue of Liberty.

But sometimes
these things just--

well,
they just happen.

Pudding:
Charles couldn't
concentrate after that.

Playing at Wimbledon
is hard enough

then add on top of that
all the pressure

and fear that
a magician might appear
on your shoulders at any time.

Narrator:
Whatever it was
that happened,

it now seemed
the match would never
reach a conclusion.

- Court announcer: 30-15.
- Narrator: Until...

( horn blares )

( camera shutters
clicking )

- Reporter: Aaron,
how are you feeling?
- I feel great.

I popped my shoulder
back into place

"Lethal Weapon" style,
so, good to go there.

And Charles
didn't try and hit me
with his truck last night.

- ( reporters hooting )
- So that always helps.

Reporter:
Charles, what are your
thoughts on the sex tape?

What sex tape?

Ooh, you hadn't
heard about that?

What sex tape?

Reporter:
The one with Aaron and Lily.

- Lily: Is it recording?
- Aaron: Yeah, it's on.

It's going.

One doesn't expect
this type of thing to be
released to the public.

It was...
rather embarrassing.

Not so much for me,
but more for Aaron.

I empathize.
I've been there, you know?

I am so disappointed
that surfaced

today of all days,
you know?

I don't want to distract
from the match.

- ( yelling )
- Whoa, whoa. Hey!

It was
his biggest secret.

( distorted groan )

He started balding
around 13.

Evert:
If you're gonna wear
a wig,

why would you wear
that wig?

( distorted groaning )

If you are gonna wear a wig,
that's the one to wear.

- Don't touch my hair, bro!
- Don't touch my bloody
girl, mate!

- You're dead, bro.
- You're dead, mate.
You're dead, mate.

- Charles: Ugh!
Get off of me, man!
- Get off of me, man.

- Get off of me, dude, bro.
- I'll see you on the court,
mate, dude.

- Get off!
- Get off. Get off!

( ball popping )

- ( grunts )
- ( cheering, applause )

Lampley:
Would you look at this?

For the first time
since 1977,

the Queen is back
at Wimbledon.

( applause continues )

( crowd gasps )

( cheering, applause )

( cheering, applause )

You have taken
everything from me,

but you will not
take this match!

I'm taking
your virginity next.

Lampley:
This is more of a street brawl
than a Sunday at Wimbledon.

Narrator:
Finally the tension rose
to a boiling point

and the lid
was knocked off the pot.

- ( groans )
- Yeah! Come on,
motherfucker!

Williams:
Bring it.

Whoo!

What did you just do?

What'd I do?
I didn't do anything.

I honestly didn't
notice anything,

but Charles
clearly saw something.

To me, a very clear,

very well done
"pussy-eating" sign.

Serena:
It did seem unintentional,
but knowing my brother,

I'd guess it was
very intentional.

Well, if Charles
had actually watched
the provoking tape,

he probably wouldn't
have cared at all.

Pickard:
The one-two punch of
the sex tape with his girl

and whatever gesture
he made,

it was more than Charles
could take.

- You want to fight me?
- I will rip you in half
if you want to go.

McEnroe:
This shouldn't be happening
at Wimbledon.

- Let's go.
- I'll rip you
in half, mate.

Lampley:
This is not what
you want to see.

I will rip you
in half.

Queen:
No.

- Let them fight.
- ( crowd cheering )

( music plays
through sequence )

( both yelling )

( crowd cheering )

And that
was how it ended.

They killed each other.

( violin music
playing )

Serena:
They lived to play
each other.

They died
playing each other.

You know,
it only seemed right

that they be buried
together

in the same coffin.

( music continues )

I've seen
too many dead bodies
on the tennis court.

Mrs. Poole's voice:
I would have spent
more time with him,

but he was obsessed
with tennis.

( music continues )

Pudding:
They were two of England's
greatest sons.

Except for Aaron Williams,
who was not English.

Aaron may have died,

but his spirit
lives on in all of us.

That was perhaps
his greatest trick.

Actually, somebody
should say that at my funeral.

That's the perfect thing
to say about me.

I really did
love them both.

Charles was so dim.

And Aaron was so bad
at getting erect.

( music continues )

It would have been
incredibly tragic

if these were
football players
or basketball players.

But it was tennis players.
Who cares?

♪ Every day
that goes by ♪

♪ The tears
that I cry for...♪

Do you have any--
any role models?

Oh, yes.

I really look up
to Aaron Williams.

He's my favorite
tennis player,

and person of all time.

You are
a fascinating creature.

O'Brien:
Charles Lloyd Poole.

Do you
genuinely hate him?

No, no.
I don't hate him.

I mean,
I respect the shit
out of that kid.

It seemed
like I hate him,

sure, but hate, love,

I mean, those are just

two flip sides of the same
quesadilla, amiga.

The great quesadilla
in the sky.

Yeah.

If I die, that should be
the last shot, of my dock.

( music playing )

I don't know
what the word "strategy"
means, Bryant Gumbel.

I'm not Bryant Gumbel.
I'm Soledad O'Brien.

I'm at the wrong show.

Putting a tennis player
in denim

was the first
in a series of bad choices

that I made
as president of Jordache.

I sponsored
a bunch of Mexican guys
who do cockfights.

I started
a JonBenét Ramsey
line of denim,

after she died.

- Lily: How's it going?
- It's good.

Like 25%.

Wint:
I would presume

that there's only
one way to grip a wacket.

Oh, no,
there's loads of ways
to grip a racket.

- Do tell.
- You can hold it
like this

when you
want to make

a big shot
over the head.

What if it's a
very dirty handle?

( slurping )

Last month you crashed
your Lamborghini Countach

into your Viper.
What happened?

What's the PC way to say
I got fucked up with two
Puerto Ricans?

There really
isn't one.

I got fucked up
with two Puerto Ricans.
( laughs )

- Bro, bro.
- Mate, mate.

- Bro, bro.
- Mate, mate.

Both:
Mate!

Pudding: I actually
heard that they dropped
the coffin into the sewer.

A friend of mine
didn't believe it.

I did believe it.
I thought that sounds
about right.

Interviewer:
How are you dealing
with the pressure?

Just got to get
a sip of water.

Interviewer:
What's wrong
with this kid?

It was seven days
in hell.

Interviewer:
Why are you looking
at the lens?

'Cause I think
that would make a good title.

"Seven Days In Hell."