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This is gonna get ugly.

It's gonna be beautiful.

Your forehand breaks down under pressure.

Don't think I haven't noticed your biggest weakness.

Weakness is in the mind.

You said it.

? I'm gonna make it good I'm gonna do it right ?

? I'm gonna make it good I'm gonna do it right ?

? I'm the only one that can write my story ?

Oh, yeah! Renee Okoye, Renee Okoye!

- Shut up! - Come on! Hit me!

? I'm the only one that can write my story ?

? I'm the only one that can write my story ?

? I'm the only one that can write my story ??

Okay, I take it back about your forehand.

Are they watching us?

Not us, you. You're the one playing St Petersburg next week.

This is weird.

Get used to it.

That's what you want isn't it?

Is something wrong?

No. Nothing.

Wanna see if you can break my serve.

Okay. Let's go!

Listen, um...

We're not gonna be training together anymore.

What are you talking about?

Glenn wants me to start training with a hitter.

Sure.

What happens when you get to your level, right?

You start training with guys. It's okay, it's a good thing!

- We can still play for fun. - There's not time for fun.

Not anymore.

So you're saying I'm not good enough?

You're saying you're on the road to stardom and I can't keep up?

Yeah, and you're not good for my game!

- Where's that coming from? - I need to step up, okay?

It's my time.

Okay. Well, good luck.

Justine?

I know it's hard to admit

that we're moving beyond our friends.

She's my best friend.

I know.

But we have St Petersburg coming up.

We have to keep our focus.

You're not gonna be alone, Justine.

I promise.

Hi! Thanks for meeting me at such short notice.

It's the worst possible timing.

I lose my coach just as I finally qualify.

But I am ready for a Grand Slam.

It's not impossible I could fit you in. Who you playing?

Koenig.

I remember you.

- Scholarship, right? - Yeah.

A few Longwood peers shot ahead

while you um...

So, what happened?

I'm on the rails, I just need to get moving!

In my experience, commitment starts early.

I picked up a racket when I was four years old so...

I know you're qualified.

You played two Spanish girls who think grass is for cows.

Doesn't mean you're ready for the main draw.

You're still an unproven player

in the biggest Grand Slam. It's my reputation on the line.

Well, I won't let you down, Jeremy. I swear.

I could fit you in if we can square the finances.

The time pressure's gonna crunch my rate.

Well, I can only pay you what I was paying my old coach.

She worked between three of us, so...

Yeah, the thing is, I watched a couple

- of your recent matches. - Have you?

- Tell me about her backhand. - Justine.

Think carefully, Jeremy. I've been watching

this girl's game my entire life.

What's her best two-shot combination?

When she's down on serve,

does she serve T or wide on the ad side?

- I... - Justine.

Take a guess, Jeremy. It's 50-50.

Look, I don't need this.

Oh sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?

So many people don't actually do the fucking work.

I'm so sorry about her. Maybe you can give me a call...

Yeah, sorry, you'd just be wasting my time.

What the hell is wrong with you?

He's fucking spineless. And lazy. I was helping you.

I didn't ask for your help!

Er, you did actually. And you qualified. So...

You just... You can't bear for me to have anything, can you?

Why can you never be happy for me?

You're playing in the biggest tournament of the year.

What more do you want, Renee?

You haven't asked what's happening with me.

I can't have another conversation about Glenn! Okay?

- You used to be on my side. - I was in your shadow.

Which was exactly how you liked it.

And now it's finally my turn and you can't...

There's no danger of forgetting that for a minute, is there?

Why are you such a shit friend?

Why are you just like everyone else?

Fucking hell.

Right, eyes on me!

Okay numbers, one, two, one... two, one... two.

All right! Okay, so warm up

and ones in a line here and twos over here.

What we're gonna be doing is practicing forehand returns.

All right, very good, guys. Bring it to me.

All right, here we go. Forehand returns.

Ones on the left, twos, right.

- Come on, pick up the pace! - Hey! You coming?

Here we go. Right to the net!

- Is she all right? - I dunno.

Here we go.

- She looks pale. - Bring it to the net!

Try not to hit me, please. Thank you.

Whoa! Stop, stop, stop! Everything all right?

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on. Let's take a breather.

All right, guys. Uh, I wanna see rally drills.

Take a court each.

Dizziness. Bruising up and down one side,

I'm guessing did you take a fall?

Thank you.

- Guys! Back to it. - Don't look so worried.

You're not in trouble.

Don't know why I can't keep up.

You won a tournament yesterday. Give yourself a break.

I'm sorry if Kiki led you astray.

What happened? Did you go drinking?

- I don't drink. - We all lose control.

I said I don't drink!

I was spiked.

What, on purpose?

By a guy?

- We have to report this. - It wasn't a man.

So...

Who?

It was Justine Pearce.

Hello?

Glenn! We got you a present, too.

This is too much.

Don't argue with her, she's always right!

It's the perfect watch for a man.

Style and substance without all the flashy stuff.

I can't thank you enough for the trust in me.

Justine would never have got here without you.

Jeu, set et match, Justine Pearce.

Hey.

Hey.

Dad said you've had an offer to coach in the States?

You don't answer my calls, my messages.

It's been 14 weeks Jus.

You haven't turned up for a single rehab session.

Because it hurts, still.

Well the scans say that it's mending well.

You've got meds to use as and when you need ‘em.

There's no reason for you to be in this kind of pain, Justine.

Look.

It's not just your own time you're burning through here.

I can't see how you get back to where you were,

not when you're this paralyzed by the road ahead.

I can't see it.

I'm so sorry Justine, but we have to close this chapter.

But I will always be here for you.

You know that right?

Okay.

All right, then.

I'm a little concerned you might have concussion so,

no bright lights.

No screen.

- Hi Steve! - Hi. Got paracetamol here.

And make sure you contact reception

or Esme straight away if you feel any worse.

Okay.

No tennis until you're signed off as fit to play.

Are we done?

Mm-hm.

Holy cats.

What's happened in here?

Pat!

I thought you were out with Mum? Have a drink!

I'm good, actually.

Oh, that's fancy.

- Where's this? - Paris.

How do I look?

Happy.

No, I'm not happy like that anymore.

Even with all this good stuff inside of you?

Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. Oh fuck!

No, no, no, um...

- All right, just let it out. - I'm so sorry.

Can you turn it on for me?

Yeah.

Thank you.

All right. I'll get you some, er, water.

Here you go.

Were you in my flat, with Renee,

the night after the French Open Final?

- She told you. - No.

You left your watch by the shower.

Your mum gave this to me.

She says it's the...

Perfect watch for a man.

Yeah. She gave Glenn the same one.

Look before you accuse me of anything,

I was there looking for you...

And I was late and I couldn't go home.

Why not?

Because I was uh, very, very high.

High?

That's so not you.

Obviously I can't hold intoxicants of any kind.

And I knew she'd have a go about the age gap again.

You know you are the only other person

who even half-understands that woman.

But you were...

...I don't know, on a bender, and Renee said I could stay.

You were here that night. You let me in at 4am, made my bed.

I tried to sober up showering at your house, but I was wasted.

I walked into the kitchen naked.

- I thought I was home. - What?

- Renee like... - Witnessed that. Yep.

And um, she put me in a taxi.

Shit. She never told me.

She said you had enough on your plate.

Oh, God. She's always looking out for me.

I'm a really shit friend.

I wouldn't say that.

She said you're the one who kept her going all these years.

No.

Okay, smile everyone!

The championship smile. Renee, smile.

That is perfect.

That's good! I think we got it.

Come on, let's go find Marc.

He's here.

- Hey buddy! - Yo!

- Good to see you. - Yeah.

You know Andi?

Nice to see you again. How are you?

- Buonasera. - Oh! Italians, very nice.

- Yes, it's really fantastic... - It is nice...

And you can share it with...

Yeah, of course.

Well, there's no secret to it. Discipline. Hard work.

- And talent. - Yeah, and indulgence of ego.

Of course you know it all, Glenn?

- Can I talk to you? - Give me one moment.

- Is something wrong? - Yeah.

What is it?

I don't have a coach for the championships.

No-one's available.

I wouldn't ask, but I'm desperate.

Do you have a contact?

Um...

Let me have a think. Okay?

Uh, maybe someone would come out of retirement

if you put in a good word?

- I work like a train. - Sure, sure.

You could give me a couple of sessions?

It's not just, um, look.

I, I'm sorry you're in this situation

- but I... - Glenn, please!

- Just excuse me for a minute. - This is important!

I've just qualified!

Yeah, and I'm a Grand Slam-winning coach.

I'm glad you got there,

but I'm not here to cheerlead until you crash out in the

second round to someone with a decent backhand, all right?

It's not glamorous but it's private.

I know you said not to come.

Thank God you did.

You saved me from an awkward moment there!

Look. I wasn't ignoring you.

I got all your messages.

I'm so, so sorry about what happened last night.

Steve says I have a concussion.

Concussion? Jesus.

- I can't play tennis. I... - Hey, hey, hey please,

come on, sit down.

I thought we'd have more time together.

I know, the setup here is very different to Orlando.

- I know, I just... - Come on.

Don't let Justine get to you.

She knows about us.

How?

It doesn't... What matters is that it'll all come out...

- Write a statement. - A statement?

Write down every detail about what happened last night.

Everything Justine did to scare you, and to hurt you.

The alcohol. The fall. The break-in.

Take pictures of the damage she did and if you cleared it up

it doesn't matter. Reconstruct it.

And record statements from anyone who was

at the club that night.

Are you listening to me, Luisa?

Won't it draw more attention to us?

No, this is the best thing that could've happened.

Assault and trespass.

She's given us control of the situation.

But listen, no more messages.

That has to stop.

Not forever.

Just for now.

And I need you to wipe everything from your phone

and your computer.

My number. Messages. Pictures.

You know how to restore factory settings?

- Yeah. - Okay. Do that today.

Now but first, I want you to go and see Andi Woodward.

- Now? - Yeah, right now.

Tell her what Justine did to you. About her accusations.

And make it very clear to Andi that they are baseless,

and that you're frightened. Okay?

Okay, good.

Go.

Not a huge ask, but we feel

that we're going to be successful here so I don't know,

200,000...

- Andi? - Sorry. Excuse me.

I need to tell you something.

I was attacked by Justine Pearce.

She spiked me.

If you'll excuse me...

Mum? Is that you?

Hi, Steve!

- It's Carol. - Is Justine there?

What has she done now?

- Mum? - What?

Give me my phone.

You've attacked some poor girl?

What? Steve you don't know the half of it.

- Good. You've been drinking. - Yeah, drinking.

Throwing up.

Reflecting on the rich tapestry of my life.

Luisa tells you all of this and you believe her?

- That's not like you. - She's a kid.

Not as young as she looks.

Won't believe what's been going on.

You gotta leave her alone.

Luisa told Andi what you did.

You have to leave her alone!

Open your fucking eyes, Steve.

- I can't do this anymore. - Do what?

You haven't done anything since day one.

I came here today to find you. To confide in you.

God knows why I'd expected you to listen.

Well I've heard it all before!

Everyone's hurt you and you've done nothing wrong.

But you have, Justine!

And you're damaging everyone around you.

Because you've failed me, Mum.

How about how you failed us?

It's not about winning and losing.

But this pointless poisoning of the past.

You keep telling us how you've lost everything.

It was your choice!

Yes, you could've come back from that injury.

And we would've been there for you. Me.

And your dad. And even Glenn.

Don't you fucking dare defend him.

It wasn't his fault!

And you are trying to bring him down

because you are jealous!

Let him have his success, Justine.

He's earned it.

- Look, this is harassment. - It's assault.

And slander. Again. Against me.

Okay, so what exactly is your relationship with Luisa Molina?

Christ. I know her. Of course I do.

She was one of the more talented players in the Orlando group.

I've run sessions with her. Given her tips.

But never one-on-one.

This is insane.

Look, we're on the cusp of these Championships.

The press are about to pour in.

Luisa doesn't want to take things further.

We absolutely have to shut Justine down.

She's already broken the NDA by being on the grounds.

- The first thing we do is we... - Retract payment.

I know. Look, I can handle that,

Okay, so listen.

They're waiting for you to make your toast.

- Yes. - Okay?

Okay. What a hold these 18 rectangles of grass have on us.

Right?

What does this tournament conjure in our minds?

Tradition. The global spotlight.

Stadiums packed with fans...

What part of that is tennis?

What's important, is to find your tournament

and play it your way.

You do that, and you don't win...

You won't kick yourself for being overwhelmed by the event.

We all know what that feels like.

So keep your head down.

Keep going. Do the work.

That's it.

The tennis is what you do every day,

and how you bring it to the next match.

So take us and all the work that you've done with you to SW19.

And bring your piece of the Championships home to Longwood.

Here's to you all!

Cheers.

You deserve better than that fucking idiot.

You're a fantastic player.

It's in my head all the time.

"Renee, you shouldn't be here."

"You're a fake. Everyone can see it."

You've never believed in yourself.

I suppose I didn't help.

No.

I am happy for you.

You just hate my guts.

No, I've been really jealous.

Of Glenn.

And you.

But, yeah, mostly Glenn.

He's a shit!

And a narcissist.

He'll never let us believe that we have the talent.

You made him, Justine.

Yeah and I crushed you in the process.

I made you feel like a third-rate player.

I pushed you away.

And I worked harder.

To spite you.

- Will you be my coach? - What?

You've played a Grand Slam. You know my game...

- I'm not a coach. - Are you sure about that?

Yeah, I...

I don't wanna go back into that world.

And I get that.

But... I'm not giving up, because I am selfish.

- It's my first Grand Slam... - You want me in your box.

I wanna win.

I like that.

Tu m'as fait peur!

You gonna miss me?

No guarantees.

Is the car here?

- No, I'm gonna drive myself. - Mm.

You nervous?

It never gets easier.

- Mm. - What? I love my wife.

You fell for these moves. You can't deny it.

Mmm. I must have been on the Kool-Aid.

- When this tournament's over. - Mm-hm?

I'm gonna take you away somewhere.

Oh, that little place in Lecce with the handsome manager?

Literally anywhere but there.

Embrasse-moi.

This is worse than your training sessions.

Stop complaining! We're here.

Oh, thank God!

Okay, 2-1-2.

Oh... Wow. Okay

It smells like my gran's house.

- Don't say that. - No, in a nice way!

Well it's perfect.

We've got everything we need.

- Glenn! I'm Krish. - Yeah.

We're so proud to be hosting you and Mr Barzaghi. Please.

The gym's fully equipped...

Everyone's gonna want a piece of you,

but for this tournament it's all about our cocoon,

right here.

Good food. Clear head.

Proper sleep. Hey, come watch this.

Look how far back you still are.

Where would Siguenza or O'Kane be?

- Nearer the baseline. - On the baseline.

I thought I was!

I don't realize I'm moving back.

That's it, keep it compact.

Good!

Better. Use your pace. Come on!

Good! Better!

Hey, move in! Move in!

Yes!! That's the shot.

That's the one.

Cheers, Theo. Take a break.

Good work.

You make it look easy.

Yeah, I can do it now, on a practice court.

But it's like everything, man,

I just believe I go back to the worst version of myself.

What's the big fear here?

- Lay it on me... - I took a drink.

Okay.

When?

The cow shit hotel.

I was... I was very angry with you.

A drink?

One drink?

A bottle.

Later you came over and I felt better,

but after that I felt shit about it...

Look, I've had nothing since.

But he's still there.

The addict.

It doesn't diminish you in my eyes, Luca.

The fact that you talked to me makes you stronger.

There is nothing you could say to make me back off.

I'm here.

Every step of the way.

Yes! Good!

Yes! That power in the top spin. Go!

Yes! Great! Okay, Josie, keep her moving,

make her stretch. And keep it out of her strike zone.

Move Renee, come on!

- Josie, may I? - Sure.

Ha! Shit. I've done it now.

Yeah, you have.

Crowds flock to southwest London

for the first day of the British Tennis Championship.

...prepare to give it their all on these grass courts.

...the next two weeks?

Yes! Yes!

Okoye leads three games to two, first set.

- Yes! - Yes!

Game, Barzaghi. Barzaghi leads...

Yes!

Yes. Come on!

Okay, okay. So we want this left leg behind the ball,

so we can drive it forwards.

We need all this strength here.

Josie, feed her that side again!

- Yes! - Yes!

Game, set, match Okoye. Two sets to one.

6-4, 3-6, 7-5.

- Can I get a selfie? - Uh-huh.

- How is this happening? - Work.

Your work.

You really came through for me.

Don't worry, I get perks like this and it's free.

I mean, why isn't everyone in here?

These are gonna look mad against all the white.

No, they look amazing.

You're amazing.

- Over 4,000 likes. - Come on!

Guess how many followers since this morning?

- 6.1. - You looked?

Like 50 times a day.

No, my God.

This is literally us!

? Ain't nobody else gonna do it for me ?

? I'ma do it like this do it like that ?

? Do it like this then I do it like that ??

- Mikki Easton. - You left me a message

a while ago now about a Glenn Lapthorn article?

Uh, I'm sorry. Who's this?

Adam Jaffe. I was Justine Pearce's senior physio

at the French Open in 2018.

Adam Jaffe! Thanks for calling back.

It'd slipped my mind,

I caught a glimpse of Justine at the Pavilion today and...

I've just arrived myself. Look, could we meet later?

I'd love to ask some questions

about Justine's wrist injury and that last match

- she played in Paris? - Okay.

There's a good bar at my hotel.

Hey! Where've you been?

I've been signed off play.

Why? You need to defend your title from these idiots.

Come watch Rusty's match with us.

I can't.

Yes!

Game, set and match Rushikesh Raj and Peter Flowers.

Game, set and match Barzaghi.

Three sets to none. 6-2, 6-4, 6-3.

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

Thanks.

I want to give you your money's worth. Tickets aren't cheap.

Argh!

Come on!

Game, set and match Barzaghi.

Three sets to one. 6-2, 5-7 6-4, 6-4.

Game, set and match Okoye, 7-5, 3-6, 6-3.

- We did it! - We did it!

I haven't felt like this for a long time.

You know when I'm out there I'm not even thinking.

You're always thinking.

Yeah sure, but... they're good thoughts.

Nice, positive thoughts.

- Well, that's something new. - Yeah.

I'll clear our stuff out of the locker.

Cool. See you at the B&B?

Yep.

- Warhorse. - Coach.

Keep it up. You're killing it.

So, are you. I mean, quarter-finals, come on!

- Keep it up, Glenn! - Hi!

You could say congratulations.

You didn't think we'd make last 16, let alone quarter-finals.

You've been a coach for... what a week?

Yep. Turns out we can do it all without you.

I really don't want you here.

Why is it you can't stay away from me?

I'm coaching Renee.

Nothing you ever do

is for anyone other than yourself.

Isn't that a winner's mentality?

You're a bleeding wound of a human being.

A black hole.

You just gorge and gorge and nothing stays.

Every match, every trophy, every ranking you climbed...

- Every fuck. - Yeah, every fuck

made you more of monster!

Hey come on, Jus.

We can't let this stop us.

You weren't meant to be at the parties tonight?

Hm... all of them.

But this is more important.

So, you were saying Justine had an undisclosed injury?

Yeah, um, well...

The bone wouldn't have shattered spontaneously.

And why didn't she have a scan?

Because she wasn't honest with me about her pain levels.

And she couldn't have hidden it from her coach.

I could tell you a thing or two

about her relationship with Glenn

- that might shock you. - Like what?

No way. I'm not sticking my neck out about that.

They were both adults. You'd be amazed

what an athlete's psychology is capable of.

Justine didn't want to be pulled from play.

It was the French Open.

She had training the previous day.

Any injury would've had to have

happened after that training session

or before the semi-finals the following morning.

As I recall, there was an early supper

that night with her parents

for her birthday.

Hardly high-octane.

Whatever happened, hiding that injury

ended Justine's career.

I believe that was a risk she was willing to take.

Listen, do you wanna take this upstairs?

I've got a balcony bigger than Eva Peron's.

I really don't.

Thanks for your time.

Your brother wants to watch tonight!

Talk sense into him.

Are you going? I want to go to a Grand Slam.

Be serious.

You could take me. On your phone?

Matteo, you'll get your sister in trouble.

Please, please, please, please, please!

I can't. I'm sorry.

- Okay. Bye sis! - Mija!

We miss you so much too.

You're doing all these amazing things.

Everyone at church is asking about you.

- Your teachers... - Matteo!

I'm borrowing your mascara.

I can't believe I'm on the list.

It's just a signing.

Uh, what? My signature on something

makes it more valuable!

You're right. That's actually pretty fucking cool.

- Stop! - It's not a fashion show.

Uh, yeah, it is a fashion show, actually.

That outfit's a bit much, isn't it?

It's just a signing.

Fuck the signing.

I'm going out.

Luca. These sessions are contracted.

- The sponsor will be there. - You talk to the sponsors.

What about the cocoon? We agreed it was safe...

You really think the problem is out there?

Your cocoon has fucking hatched.

Good to meet you, mate.

Honestly, I'm such a big fan.

Hi!

He really wanted to be here,

but I've just got him in the zone.

But if he can repeat what he did in Paris, we all know...

- Glenn? - ...the sky's the limit.

It's one of my daughter's friends.

They're always losing their tickets.

Just give me a moment.

What?

Where can we go? I need to talk.

Come.

- I can't make space for you. - I'm pregnant.

I've taken a test.

Please return your lanyards when leaving.

You said you were on the pill.

Well, after training I get so hungry.

I need to eat, but I know it'll slow me down.

- So I make myself sick. - Oh, f...

We all do it. Maybe one or two pills came up.

- You look so angry. - I'm not angry.

It's a shock for both of us.

What am I gonna do?

How far?

Six weeks.

It was that last time. In Orlando.

Okay.

So, we're gonna sit tight, wait until the tournament's over.

- Wait? - Luca is my priority right now.

- What about training? - Tell them that you're ill.

Look we're gonna get through this.

All right?

You just have to trust me.

All right? Come on.

Hello!

Here you go.

Do you think I should do like the, um...

Look, it's pretty good.

Just block it out.

- Please. - Yeah.

All right, there's a car on its way. It's a silver Toyota.

It'll pick you up outside and take you to Berkhamsted.

Don't get dropped off at Longwood, all right?

Find a public place nearby.

All right.

Oh, thank you so much.

Miss?

This is Berkhamsted.

Is it the account address we're going to?

Yeah, we did it earlier.

Dad's back!

Hello? Can I help you?