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Dad, I'll be fine.

Mary Tyrone's a fucking living legend.

I know, but it will be worth it, I promise.

Games like these are impossible to get into.

She would have wanted me to succeed.

Just because...

Look, I've got to go, okay? We're almost there.

I'll let you know, okay?

- I love you, Sophie. - Yeah. You too.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye. You too. Bye.

First time in Europe?

Sorry?

Your first time here? Europe.

- Mm-hmm. - Very hot, huh?

Silly American.

Welcome, darling,

to the Mary Tyrone Tennis Academy.

Miss Tyrone, it's an honor. I'm --

I know who you are, Sophie. And I know that you are late.

- Yeah, sorry, my flight -- - Follow me.

French monks brought tennis to this area in the 13th century.

Now we join ancient tradition and state-of-the-art technology

to mold the bodies and minds of the crème de la crme of tennis.

You feel it?

The energy?

These are the shower and locker rooms.

The main mansion is here.

It used to be a convent full of nuns and their delicious bodies.

This is the dormitory.

The training facilities are that way.

Now go and meet the others.

Wait.

We demand complete focus during these six weeks.

No calls, no games, no distractions.

Sure. I just promised my dad I'd check in.

I'm your daddy now.

Your father will be informed of everything he needs to know.

Frida, you fat donkey!

I want power, not drama.

Come on! Watch, Nelly.

Slow. Too slow.

Where is your focus, huh?

Who are you?

The replacement.

They said someone dropped out or got injured or something.

Where's your uniform?

I just got here.

Rule one --

Training starts on time or it doesn't start at all.

Get off my court.

- But Miss Tyrone said -- - Rule two -- No excuses.

Sit down. Watch what you are missing.

Bana! Xue! You are on.

Come on! Move, Bana.

- Who's that? - Oh, dear.

Apparently she's replacing Erin or something.

Ignore them.

Nelly thinks that she's better than anyone else

because her mother is Martina McNair.

I call her Bloodbath.

Frida's Nelly's little bitch.

A religious nut.

I call her Alfreda.

So you got, like, a nickname for everyone here?

Oh, yeah. Pretty much, yeah.

That's the machine.

She was sent to the Tennis Academy of China

before she could even walk.

And that is Mystique.

Locked in her own world, never lets anyone in.

But if you break her focus, she gets really pissed.

I think I'll call you...Bambi.

Yes! Good, good, good, good, good.

Heidi, you're up.

I can't. I have my period.

Uh! Again?

Don't be pathetic. Come on.

I have stomach cramps.

Okay. You know what that means.

One dodges, everyone pushes.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Yeah, go.

Tempo. Tempo. Tempo.

That's your locker.

I don't think Erin will come back.

Unremarkable player. Are you any better?

We'll see.

You look more like a ball girl than a competitor, to be honest.

Welcome to the Academy, Sophie,

where everyone thinks they're the next Mary Tyrone.

Xue. From Nanjing.

- Sophie. - Where are you from, Sophie?

Detroit. Michigan.

Oh, USA.

Isn't it very dangerous there?

I don't know. It's just a city.

Oh, my word. Nylon strings.

Did you pick these out at a thrift store?

She must be one of those heartwarming underdogs.

Who's the dog here, bitch?

Psycho.

You should wash, by the way.

I can smell you from here.

Leave her alone.

Old medicine.

Fantastic against sore muscles.

Mouth.

Now roll up your shirt.

Let's see if you've got the guts.

It's true.

Daughters really do rob their mothers of their beauty.

You knew my mom?

No. But I saw her play once.

It must have been just before she fell pregnant.

Poor thing. Didn't stand a chance.

I'll never understand

how someone can put all their hopes and dreams

into something they're clearly not made for.

And it seems the apple hasn't fallen far from the tree.

What?

Stavkos convinced me to bring you here.

But he doesn't always have the best eye.

In my opinion, you might be a useful stepping stone

for the other girls, at best.

No, you're wrong.

Am I?

Yeah.

Fine.

I'll put you up against Frida tomorrow.

Win, and you can stay.

Lose, and you'll be on the first plane back to daddy.

Mmm.

- What is it? - It's energy.

Very nutritious.

Rookie.

This smells...

...sort of old-school.

They're my mom's. She played too.

Ranked 622 in the world.

I understand that you're upset.

When I arrived here, I puked for like two days straight.

I-I mean, I just got here.

I'm not ready to play.

You want to eat my ass?

I'm Sleepy.

Come taste me.

Mary says that it's vital that we go through the pain.

But me and Sleepy, we say fuck that shit.

And he has two bigger brothers.

This is Happy.

He cheers me up every time.

And this...is Trippy.

Why walk when you can fly?

I'll take you to Rainbow Land.

Thanks. I'll pass.

That's how my mom died.

Um...I'm sorry.

You know what happened when my grandmother died?

It was like I could hear her voice sort of singing to me.

- My dear warriors, please show your rivals due respect

and come to court for Sophie's decisive game.

There is so much at stake.

Finally.

Fuck!

15-love.

Fuck.

You did this.

Do you want to forfeit?

- Hey, we're not home right now. Too bad, so sad.

Please leave a message after the

Dad, please pick up. It's me.

Dad, I really need you.

I failed.

I know you put up your savings for this. I'm --

Dad?

Dad.

Maybe next time try your mother.

Fuck you.

Now you may go.

Aah! Help!

No!

Let me out!

What the fuck?!

Please let me go! God, please!

Let me go!

Let me go! What the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no! What are you doing?

Please! Please! Let me out!

No! No! No, no!

- You are a caterpillar, Sophie.

But you showed you have guts against Frida.

And in front of me.

Will you emerge from your cocoon a moth

or a glorious butterfly?

- Grow! Win! Transcend! - Grow! Win! Transcend!

- What the fuck? - You're in, Sophie.

- Grow! Win! Transcend! - Grow! Win! Transcend!

Welcome to the competition.

- Grow! Win! Transcend! - Grow! Win! Transcend!

- Grow! Win! Transcend! - Grow! Win! Transcend!

- Grow! Win! Transcend! - Grow! Win! Transcend!

My little larvae.

I'm glad to see you all so well rested.

As you know, just being here is a great privilege.

But I was able to increase the opportunity so tremendously

that you will fall to your knees.

The winner of this year's Mary Tyrone training camp --

if she's worthy --

will get a wild card to...

Wimbledon!

- What? - You're kidding! Wimbledon?

I've never competed on grass.

What?!

Come on, slow ladies! Faster!

Lazy donkeys! Come on!

I said faster!

You are part of something bigger.

Only in unity can you approach transcendence.

Connect to your primal force.

This pure raw power.

You can do it. You can do it.

Hey, Sophie, come on. Move. More. Yes, sir!

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Higher than rules.

Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!

Higher than morality.

Find everything society demands you suppress

and let it out!

Gro-o-o-o-o-an!

- Aaaaah! - All of you!

Groan!

Feed your breath!

Ye-e-e-e-ah!

Hello?

Yes.

Who?

Whoa!

Bambi!

It's your father!

Hello?

- Hello, my little girl. It's Daddy.

You did so well the last two weeks

that you earned a little reward.

A very special treat.

Exciting, isn't it?

- Ew. - Eww.

- Now eat what is offered to you,

my little worm lover.

Eat the treat.

Don't do it, Sophie.

Do it.

- Come on. - Eat, eat, eat, eat.

- Eat it! - Do it. Come on, try.

Eat.

- Eat. - Eat!

- Come on! - Eat, eat, eat!

- Do it, Sophie! - Eat it! Come on!

- Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat! - Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat!

- Come on! - Eat, eat, eat!

Eat.

Ohh! Fuck, that's gross.

Oh, my God.

Wow, you really went for the leech.

Why does Mary keep them?

Are they her, like, idea of a pet?

They say pets look like their owners.

Well, then you should get a leech too, Heidi.

- Shut up, Nelly. - Aah!

Hey! Uncalled for!

You fuck off!

- Aah! - We going hard?

Oh!

- Aaah! - Frida.

Girls, listen up.

This is now a knockout competition.

Nelly and Bana are clear at the top.

The bottom four will compete to qualify for the semifinals.

Heidi will play Sophie.

Frida against Xue.

Losers go home.

- Grow, win, and transcend! - Grow, win, and transcend!

Amen!

It's okay if you win.

Just please let me get a good score

so my grandfather won't hit me.

He'd do that?

With a stick.

Musty.

It's healing.

Fresh wounds smell like roses.

I talked to your father. He sounded very pleased.

But he said that your mother didn't always

put her heart and soul into the sport.

She was too kind.

You mustn't be.

Not now.

Heidi's still my friend.

No. She's German.

And the second you let her get the upper hand, she'll kill you.

Do you want to throw all this away for a girl you just met?

Or do you want to make your father proud?

And rich.

♪♪

Fuck.

Shh, shh, shh.

I guess he finally found religion.

Never mind that perv.

Want to take a walk?

- Sure. Yeah. - Come on.

- Wow. - You feel it, right?

I guess.

It's the energy that Mary mentioned.

Heidi says she's having a period twice a month here.

Yeah, it just doesn't stop.

She thinks that Mary is manipulating the moon.

- And why would she do that? - I don't know.

To make us more bitchy?

In Kinshasa, when I was a little girl,

I wanted to be the ball.

You know? Just fly above everything.

That sounds pretty nice to me.

So what do you want to be now?

I want to be the racket.

Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

This fucking place.

Get your muscles ready.

Don't hold back.

Don't flinch.

Now!

Once more.

Breathe in.

Now!

And now, the winning ace.

Breathe in.

Whoa! Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Fuck you! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Look at you.

Anything to tell me?

*-Just got lost in my flow.

She broke my rackets.

I did not.

They're just rackets.

Exactly.

We have plenty of spares.

What you do here?

Mary said I could get a new racket here.

Can I just, like, take any of these?

This.

Polyester?

Mnh-mnh. Mm...

I don't understand. Sorry.

Mm...

- Catgut? - Mm-hmm.

I thought that was a myth.

No, I don't -- I don't want that. Sorry.

This.

See?

Feel.

We really have to help Heidi.

If she doesn't win the next game,

her grandfather's gonna be mad.

He'll hit her, and she won't get any medicine anymore.

Poor girl.

Remember, the ball is a living thing.

Sometimes you have to caress it.

Other times you have to push it away.

How do you like the new racket?

Good. Really good.

Bambi? Where are my teddy bears?

What are you talking about?

Sleepy. Happy. You know that I need them.

I don't have them.

But I need them.

Are you all right?

Do you need something?

Glass of water?

Fuck, man. Fuck.

Out!

Game, set, match -- Frida.

Aaah!

Sophie, Heidi, you're up.

Are you ready?

I can't play.

So forfeit.

We could postpone.

Play tomorrow.

Girls. On court.

- Come on. - Sophie...

I didn't break your rackets.

I know they're your mother's.

I wouldn't do that.

And I'd never take your pills, Heidi.

But it's Wimbledon.

Bye-bye, little Heidi.

Aah!

So what will you do now, Xue?

Join the army or something?

There's more than one path to the top.

- Spoken like a true loser. - Fuck you, Frida.

And Sophie stays in competition

without winning -- again.

For now, we celebrate, girls. All right?

Garden later. Losers welcome.

And Sophie brings the treats.

What are you talking about?

Well, Happy, Trippy, the whole fun bunch.

Oh, come on, we all know you have them.

Sophie?

I just need Sleepy back.

Please.

Please.

I can't sleep. Please.

I can't sleep.

Then you should really get off that shit.

Come on in.

Got the goods?

Ice cold.

Thank you.

Yeah. Fuck it.

How much, Xue?

Oh!

♪ Deeper and deeper ♪

♪ Like dancing on fire ♪

Come on, Nelly.

- Whoo! - Whoo!

All right, come on, Sophie.

Sophie, come on.

Wait, give me your hand.

Whoo!

How long till they kick in?

Whoo!

Come out, Sophie!

♪ The sunless sea ♪

♪ Hanging strips of silver ♪

♪ The black saint slashes ♪

♪ The visions of love ♪

Heidi.

No, no, no.

Heidi.

Heidi.

Come down.

Heidi.

Very hairy.

So hairy.

Hairy, hairy, hairy.

When do you leave, Xue?

In an hour.

Heidi too?

Where is she, by the way?

She doesn't know.

Too busy last night, I guess.

With Bana. Like dirty little snails.

Oh, make me sick.

And so we come to the semifinals.

I bet you're all dying to know whom you'll face.

Bana...

...against Frida.

And Nelly versus Sophie.

Fantastic matches.

You better get to work.

Heidi?

Are you okay there?

- What? Sorry. - Are you okay?

Back to China?

Really strict, hm?

Have you been there?

No. Too far.

Can we just not talk, please?

Where's Heidi?

Mary said she left early.

No goodbye?

Come on.

Right.

Oh, Sophie?

Look after yourself.

Sure.

Nelly's fast.

And she'll try to drag you around the court.

But I've been watching her

and she makes unforced errors under pressure.

Okay?

Sorry.

If you -- If you can match her in power and aggression,

the mistakes will add up.

All right? Just act like if you'd kill her.

That's how I would beat her, anyway.

What?

Why are we stopping?

Pee-pee.

Okay.

♪ Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ♪

♪ Ever dared to dream before ♪

♪ But the silence was unbroken ♪

♪ And the stillness gave no token ♪

♪ The only word there spoken ♪

♪ Was the whispered word ♪

♪ Back into the chamber turning ♪

♪ All my soul within me burning ♪

♪ Soon again I heard a tapping ♪

♪ Somewhat louder than before ♪

♪ "Surely," said I, "surely that is ♪

♪ Something at my window lattice" ♪

Yes?

Farewell present?

- What is it? - Catgut.

Okay. Thank you.

Take? Take?

Very elastic. Very strong.

Aah!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- ♪ Back into the chamber turning ♪

♪ All my soul within me burning ♪

♪ Soon again I heard a tapping ♪

♪ Somewhat louder than before ♪

♪ "Surely," said I, "surely that is ♪

♪ Something at my window lattice" ♪

Just wait a second before you shower.

Wait.

♪ This mystery explore ♪

- It's your sweat. - Really?

I'm serious.

Oh, ignore us.

We were hoping to spy on your training,

but watching you smell each other like

my mum's dogs is much more exhilarating.

- Ha ha ha. - Why don't you join us, then?

I'd rather eat you on the court,

thank you very much.

Besides...

You still fucking smell, Sophie.

Is it your conscience dripping out with something?

Makes me almost a bit scared to face you, honestly.

I mean, Heidi was your best friend,

and look at what you did to her.

Yeah, where's the little Fraulein now?

I don't know. In a ditch. Or at the end of a rope?

Hey! I'm gonna fuck you, Bana!

Get out of my way.

You've been training hard.

I can smell the lactic acid on you.

But sore muscles take longer to grow,

and it's vital you grow now.

You need to dig deep to face Nelly.

You need to sacrifice.

Do you know that in the animal kingdom,

some mothers willingly feed their own bodies

to their offspring?

It's called matriphagy.

This is not a game we play, Sophie.

It's a sacred rite.

We face ourselves to give people an ideal.

- Where's Heidi? - Heidi failed.

- She didn't fail -- - Be quiet.

Focus on your body.

How does this actually feel?

Embrace it.

What the fuck?

What are you doing?

I...

You bite me?

I'm sorry.

It's your scent.

My scent?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's...intoxicating.

Don't you feel that?

Of course.

Come here.

Last night, I dreamt about

the constellation of our semifinals.

Nelly plays Frida, and Bana against Sophie.

You tell us the day before the match?

Yes, Nelly. That's an accurate observation.

You can't.

This isn't a democracy, girls.

I'm supposed to play Frida. Nelly plays Sophie.

This isn't what we trained for.

The choice before you is to play the game

or miss out on Wimbledon.

Your opponent is your opponent,

Never your friend.

We could just leave.

Please don't talk right now.

You really want to win.

Of course.

No matter what?

No matter what.

Yes!

- Out. - Fuck!

Come on.

Play.

15-love.

30-love.

Will you stop that?!

Ugh!

You enjoying this?

- Fuck! - Yes!

Fuck! Fuck!

Shh.

15-40.

Match ball -- Sophie.

Ugh!

Whew.

Out!

What?

The ball was out.

No. No.

Game, set, match -- Sophie!

You fucking bitch!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Ow!

Fuck!

Losers go home. Mm?

I've been considering this for a while.

I'm going to join a convent.

Just pray and play and play and pray.

What are you going to do, Bana?

Don't kill yourself.

Some people get real depressed when they lose.

They become this... lifeless bodies.

It's all flying away.

Have some faith, Bana.

I'll pray for you.

Come.

What is it?

Special fruit.

Come. Very good.

Special fruit here. Good.

Can we go?

First peel, then eat. Very good.

Tastes good, actually.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Mmm, mm, mm.

It reminds me of fruit that I was eating when I was a kid.

Nice childhood.

- I like it. - Yeah.

It's good.

What the fuck?

Sophie.

Follow me.

Follow me!

Wait!

There you are.

Hi, Sophie.

Just in time to make your strings for the final.

Get to work now.

Cut, Sophie.

Cut.

Cut.

Really pampering us, aren't they?

Didn't sleep too well?

Slept like a baby.

Yeah, down it.

Not so hungry, though.

Are you missing a lover, perhaps?

Did you know what goes on here...

...from the start?

My mother's, Martina McNair.

How do you think she got to where she is?

When I was six, she made me kill my pet cat to make strings.

She says it's a family tradition.

We do it to toughen ourselves up.

Be ready for real competition.

You babble too much. Just eat.

15-love.

30-love.

40-love.

What's going on?

Game, Nelly.

What were you doing?

Ow!

15-love.

Come on.

Ow!

30-love.

Come on!

Serve.

Serve!

Serve!

Game. Set. Match!

And the winner of Mary Tyrone Girls Cup is Sophie.

Yay!

Yay!

Yay!

Oh, Sophie.

Wimbledon won't know what hit them.

How do you feel, my butterfly?

Hungry.

♪ You made it to the top ♪

♪ You did an amazing job ♪

♪ Beat everyone you could ♪

♪ You liked the human food ♪

♪ Sophie number one ♪

♪ You're here ♪

♪ But soon you will be gone to Wimbledon ♪

♪ To Wimbledon ♪

Thank you, Fred.

You could have been a wonderful singer.

Enjoy your final meal.

An original British steak pie.

Take my strength, Sophie.

You'll never be alone. Never.

Good, my darling.

Very good.

You've incorporated the strength of the other girls

like a true warrior.

In my day, they had to force feed us like foie gras geese.

More.

I'm still hungry.

- We'll give you more. - No, I want it warm.

I'm still fucking hungry!

Well...

I hope I taste delicious.

- Yes, we are getting more and more excited

as we are reaching this very special time of the year.

So get your strawberries ready

and grab a cone with lemon juice,

because we're heading to

the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club.

Or as we say, it's Wimbledon season,

with new players,new chances and competition.

Sophie, are you ready?

Your first time in grass.

You will love it.

It's so soft.

I believe in tennis.

The racquet, the ball,

the energy of the sky and the earth

in ebb and flow.

Moon and blood

led by the cosmic energy of the universe

descended into the realm of pain,

melted with the flesh,

risen in glory,

on grass,

on sand,

on acral

to reach the Almighty Grand Slam.

The forgiveness of my sins,

the resurrection as a winner,

and the game everlasting.

- Grow. - Grow.

- Win. - Win.

- Transcend. - Transcend.