All language subtitles for Fifteen Love_S01E05_Episode 5

Hey, are you
at the right address?

Er, account address.
For Mr. Lapthorn.

She was sleeping,
so I just...

Did Glenn book this
car for you?

Hey...

...are you OK?

Can you take me back
to Longwood Academy?

I can pay.

You’re one of
the exchange players, right?

And you were at the
Championships today?

A few of us were invited
to see behind the scenes.

I messed up, drank too much.

Glenn put me in a taxi,
and er...

And how are you feeling now?

Sick.

I mean, I...
I, um, I hit my head.

You hit your head?

Can we just go, please?

No, come with me.

It's OK.

Keep watching.

Now.

Maybe the magic's gone, but...

Here.

- OK boys, off to bed.
- Take it.

It, like, teleported.
How did she do it?

Yeah, I dunno.
That was so cool.

You're good with kids.

My brother's eight.

So... can I go?

Luisa...

I don't need a lift.
I can walk.

I'd really like you to consider
spending the night here.

Who's going to
look after you at Longwood?

Hm?

I can make you up a bed
here on the sofa.

We... we can put on a movie.

I just feel like
you're a long way from home,

and after the day you've had,

wouldn’t your mom want someone
with you?

Come on, Luisa.

That was really fun.

Look at these.

Agent, agent,

Brand Ambassador.

You know, tomorrow's a rest day.

Er, yeah, no, we’re gonna train.

You’re still thinking about
Glenn and that girl.

Let it go!

This is time
to think about yourself.

About us!

I know.

Well, look at us!

Smashing it!

OK...

...it's true, we are killing it.

Yeah.
So, come on!

Ah, she's gonna
love you...

What was Glenn like when
you met?

Why do you ask?

- OK.
- I can't imagine him young.

I'll tell him you said that.

No, don't.

I was working at a five-star
hotel in Montpellier.

It was the Open Sud de France.

One of his last tournaments
as a player.

Maybe the last...

Anyway...

...the biggest names
were staying with us.

Glenn had to stay further out,

but he spent all his time
in our lobby,

stealing moments with
these great coaches and players.

Soaking up the world and the
knowledge.

Eventually, I asked him,

"Why do you drive over here
every night,

"when you should be resting
at your own hotel?"

Do you know what he said?

"I perform better,
when I'm out of my league."

So I suggested we go on a date.

Well...

...this former number one
had been bothering me.

I won't say his name,
but... total prick.

Anyway... he tried to muscle in.

Suddenly Glenn didn't care about
tennis anymore.

Told that pig to back off
and made sure he did.

That's when I knew he wasn't out
of his league at all.

Chouchou.

Sabine?

Even without hitting a ball,

you’ve become one of the biggest
stories this week.

Hell of a time
to part ways with your coach.

You know what they say
about crisis and change…

Look, I've already won
two Grand Slams.

Now I need a coach to
supercharge my route to stardom.

Your call
has been forwarded

to an automated
messaging system.

- Luisa.
- is not available.

At the tone,
please record your message.

When you have
finished recording,

hang up...

...or press one
for more options.

I thought we were leaving early.

It is early.

Did you get much sleep?

That's it, good.

Hello.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, I can't wait
to get out there.

Mm. What time are you on?

She’s hitting with Josie at 11.

OK. But I’m on now
and me and Peter

really don't have anything left
to surprise each other with.

Renee why don’t you
come down, run us ragged?

Really?

Yeah, yeah, I'd love that.

- Go on then.
- OK.

Make sure you work on her
backhand.

Sorry.

Whoa!

What's going on here?

You trying to smash
the lights out?

I'm fine!
Let's keep going.

No, hang on.
What do we always say?

What's going on in your body

is going on in your mind.
So, spill it.

What if I don't fit in,
in Longwood?

What if people look down on me?

When has that
ever bothered you?

What if I'm not good enough?

Ah, there it is.

Do you really think they'd
throw all this money at you,

full scholarship,
subsidized coaching,

if they didn't think
you were good enough?

Believe me, love,
these kinds of people

do nothing out of the goodness
of their hearts.

They can see talent.

They can smell it.

And you've got it.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, where'd you think you're
going?

We've got 20 minutes left.
Come on!

Remember, follow
through. There it is, good.

Justine?

Adam, hi!

Long time.

- I thought you moved to Texas?
- Yes.

I'm brand manager
for an exciting little start-up.

Well, not so little anymore,
but uh...

- Wow.
- I run sessions

at all the major
tournaments, look, um...

I just wanted to warn you, um...

...about this PR girl
who's been asking questions.

What... kind of...

Stirring it all up about...

...what happened in Paris.

Your wrist.

We don't want that, do we?
I mean...

...it's ancient history.

Sorry, you've lost me.

She's a terrier of a woman,
snapping at anything that moves

with not a thought in her head,
Mikki Easton?

No.

No, they're all holed up at the
Port Roy.

Don't know anything about it.

Well, watch out.

She's looking for a story.

About Glenn?

No.

About you.

Thanks for calling me.

I’ll take her back to Longwood,
make sure she's OK.

No problem.

You didn't have to rush over.

Oh, no, I wish you'd called me
last night.

Luisa's up, I'm just giving her
space.

So, er, what's the story?

Too much fun in SW19.

- She went to the Championships?
- Mm-hm.

Got a bit drunk. Like everyone.

- She said that?
- Whacked her head.

Glenn put her in a car,

but she fell asleep,
so it diverted here.

I couldn’t let her go back
to Longwood in that state.

Sure, well that makes sense.

And how is she this morning?

Fine.

I'm fine.

Can we give you a lift to
Longwood?

- Mm.
- OK.

Esme's gonna check you over
again at the clinic, OK?

Just to keep an eye on how
you're doing.

I, um...

...need a charger, for this.

Yeah, no worries.
We can find you one.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I thought only us journos

had to be up before noon.

What happened to you last
night, huh?

- Hm. Something came up.
- Well, you were robbed.

Barghazi on the dance floor
was my first hard-on in a year.

Madam? Excuse me?

Dear God, isn't that
Justine Pearce? Do you know her?

I hear I'm your latest headline?

Whoa.

I've heard you've
been talking to Adam Jaffe?

He doesn't know anything.

Not here.

Adam knew you were sleeping
with Glenn.

Er, no.

What's in this for you?
Some kind of scandal?

This again. You always think
everyone's against you.

Why can that be?

I'm not trying to sell you out,

I'm trying to nail Glenn!

All I've wanted
since arriving is to see you.

Whenever I try to connect,
you blow up in my face.

Because I can't trust anyone.

Look, the stuff is not what
interests me about you.

I just wanna get to know you
better.

What do you want?

Luca, take it easy.

Hey, slow it down!

Theo!

That's it, next.

Hey.

You really wanna do this?

You were abandoned as a player,

and now your first instinct
is to push people away...

You fucked Justine.

And you lied to everyone about
it.

Most of all, you lied to me
about it.

The Longwood deal was one thing,

but this disgusting mess
has absorbed all your time...

- That's not true.
- Your focus is fucking shot.

You failed me in every way.

I made some errors of judgement.

But for the right reasons.

I'm ashamed to be associated
with you.

Hey, hey, look.

You're tired.

And you're under pressure.

But what we talked about with
Justine, it was not...

...illegal.

Now come on, hey.

Let's get back to work.

We need to focus on what
matters here.

Like how you're gonna return
Kamolthani's serve

when it comes at you at 133mph
on grass.

This isn't just about tennis.

Oh, like hell it's not!

Whatever you think of me...

...you have always
been my priority, always.

I don't wanna see you
for the rest of the tournament.

Oh come on, don't be such
a child. What's it gonna look

like if I don't show up at your
match today?

No one but me sees that
I'm alone.

Hey.

Luca!

Let them see!

This is the first time
you've shut up since we met.

You're freaking me out, stop!

Tell me something about you,
then.

What?

Like a random fact?

No something
that you don't talk about.

Come on, you literally know
everything about my life.

Oh my God... OK.

Uh...

...so I grew up in a town
called Ropersville.

My godmother, Brianna,

started bullying me when I was
a teenager.

She was my mom's best friend,
always at the house.

It was teasing when we were
all around the table.

But when she got me alone,
it was a lot worse.

I told my parents.

I showed them where
she fucking stabbed me

with her Humane Society pin.

What?

But...

...they were a bit off at me at
the time,

since I started talking about
being queer.

So, they reckoned maybe
she was right.

About... all the poison I was
spreading

or whatever.

And did... they kick you out?

How could they not believe you?

I shot her.

In the leg.

Are you serious?

With a pellet gun, yeah.

- Love that.
- Er, yeah.

Then I started
couch-surfing for a few years,

got into some pretty unhealthy
co-dependent relationships,

saved up enough to get
to New York,

and then I came here.

Why?

I don't know I had this
fucked up idea

that the English were better
behaved.

I don't know it's so weird.

Do you hear from your parents?

I don't have a family.

I'm never going back.

And you were right.

When you said this isn't
my story.

No.

But I really care about these
shit heads thinking they can

break us down.
Target us however they want

and that we'll never say
anything about it.

I think you do too.

I won't leak or publish anything
about Glenn

unless you want me to.

Thank you.

How's it with Rusty?

Amazing. Those legs are long!

Renee Okoye!

Can we get a few words on camera
before your next match?

Jesus Christ.

Hey... sit down, take a seat!

Are you ready for this exposure?

I mean, it's only
what I've wanted my entire life!

Sorry, I'm not very cool.

Being in the quarter-finals
is extremely cool.

And the two of you make for such
an inspiring story.

Justine, your comeback
to the Grand Slam arena

is generating its own heat.

What does your future hold?

A...

...a shit load of metalware
for Renee Okoye.

I love that!

Uh, sorry.

Excuse me.

Ah, so, nerves before the match?

Er, what do you want?

I honestly thought you were
crazy,

but everything you told me
was true.

What are you on about?

I can't believe what
he's done.

Steve?

It's Luisa, she's here, she's
um...

She's what?

She's pregnant.

Glenn's got her pregnant.

- Thanks Renee.
- I'll call you back.

I've got two agents to meet
and then a physio session.

Sounds good. Want me to come?

- No need.
- Sure?

- Honestly.
- OK.

- Hi!
- Ah!

Oh my God, Dad,

you promised not to be a dick!

- I'll message you, OK?
- Yeah.

- Wanna meet for supper?
- Definitely.

What d'you think,
hey?

- Justine.
- Oh, fuck you.

What flew up your arse?

You knew what fucking happened

between me and Glenn at the
French Open.

Oh, really, this now?

It started a bit before Paris,
didn't it?

Does that make a difference?

I straight out asked
if you were all right.

And if you weren't, well...

...damn, you were convincing.

You could've asked me again.

Again?

D'you think it's the
world's duty

- to police your bad decisions?
- I'm sorry, what?

Having a bit of fun
with your coach is one thing,

it happens all the time. Cry
into your pillow if you want,

but dosing up on painkillers
to play on a known injury,

making a total fool of yourself,
and your team,

when the bone splinters?

There's no excuse for that.

- That's not how it happened...
- It was entirely avoidable.

Mild discomfort, you said.

Christ,
you must've been in agony.

If you'd been honest about it,
I could've arranged a scan,

but you were determined to play
that match

no matter the consequences,
and I took the heat.

The truth is, you're only
interested in yourself.

You girls are all the same.

And the worst thing is,
you all think you're special.

What do you mean by that?

You're the one who shot
to stardom,

but it could've happened to any
of them.

Any of them?

Who's "them"?

It's not a big deal.

She's gonna take the morning
sessions from now on.

I used to take
morning sessions.

- We'll work something out.
- But that's what you said.

It's the way it has to be
right now. Chin up.

I thought you were only
coaching me now.

I have to let them
down gently.

You're my number one.

But they all...

...think that they're special.

That's it.

Just there.

Can I take you for lunch?

I know a banger of
a falafel place.

I need to go, actually.

You meeting someone?

A friend.

Oh from the academy?

I'll give you a lift into town.

If I eat chickpeas,
I don't have to walk,

that's my rule.

Take a left here.

Oh, my bad.

Shall I stop here?

No! Um, it's further up.
Past the square.

I didn't know Glenn was...

We're here.

Fuck's sake.

Yeah.

If you're wondering
how much I know, it's...

...you know that she's
pregnant, right?

You can go over if you want to.

This is the only way
you'll hear the truth.

Are you gonna sit there
and deny it?

I heard she got herself
into trouble, yeah.

- She's done that, has she?
- You know what I mean.

Luisa's a nice girl.

She just made a mistake.

Was I a mistake?

That's something that I don't
think you will ever understand.

What we had...

...I'm not ashamed of it.

Coaching you... was one of the
most...

rewarding experiences

of my life, Justine.

If things'd gone a different
way...

What way?

If I didn't get injured?

If I'd won the French?

What, you'd have
left your wife and kids for me?

You were the real deal.

You had everything to play for.

No, no, I had everything
to lose.

Well at least,
that's what I thought.

I'd never have spoken up
back then.

But this isn't just about me,
is it?

Yeah I don't have time
to be a punching bag

for your...
overactive imagination.

Oh fuck you, Luisa's a child.

Whatever it is
you're threatening me with here,

I think it's painfully clear
that no one listens to you.

Luisa will be fine.

She's a glimmer

who doesn't know who she is yet.

No, but I do.

She's an enormous threat
to your family,

to your future.

You fucked up.

And this time, there's evidence.

Listen, Luisa means
nothing to me.

I think the only person you need
to worry about

saving right now, Justine,
is yourself.

I mean, somehow you've managed
to crawl

out of this terrific mess
you've created for both of us,

with just a glint of a new
career. Every other door closed,

every other bridge well
and truly burned.

And you're gonna tell me,
that you're willing to torch

your and Renee's shot at
glory... for this?

Fucking let yourself win!

Stop being the victim, for once!

And when you do win,
I think this moral outrage

about some girl you spiked
and robbed last week

will be gone.

And maybe then you'll finally
fuck off

out of my life,
and leave me alone.

Get me out of here.

I know it doesn't feel like it.

But Justine is somebody who can
help you.

I'm not talking to her.

Luisa.

You had to hear it from him.

You, you did that to shame me!

No, no, I was trying
to protect you.

Let's go back to Longwood.
We can tell Andi what happened.

They won't care,
they don't know me.

And you, you just wanna use me,

to clear your name because
you're a joke! No one believes

- a word out your mouth.
- You're right.

Even I didn't believe her,
and I'm her friend.

Look, if you get a flight
back to Orlando,

what about the next girl?

I'm not answering your stupid
questions. I just wanna go home!

Luisa!

Let her go.

Fine.

Hey.

Where are you?

I've been watching the warm-up.

Meltdown with Luca.

He kicked me off court.

Er, look...

Justine is here.

I know, coaching Renee Okoye.

Yeah... stirring up more
trouble.

What about?

You know that girl
you looked after last night?

Luisa?

Yeah,
Justine's making these

deranged accusations about
me and her.

Sexual accusations.

Are you serious?
That's disgusting!

It gets worse.

She brought her to a club,

and got her drunk,

and gave her a concussion.

Wait, when did that happen?

- About a week ago.
- A week?

That's why I sent
her home

from the Championships
last night,

before anything bad happened.

OK, I've got to pick up
the boys.

Yeah, give them my love.

Yeah.

Glenn's right.

I can't touch him.

Luisa needs protecting, now.

It's time to take this to Andi.

Where will that get us?

Another tribunal?

Luisa would never agree to it.

Yeah, you're right.

She's still a long way off

accepting what's happened.

I arrived into a right mess
of lies this morning.

Where, at Glenn's house?

Did Khalida know she was lying?

She knew something was wrong.

Can you wait here
for a bit?

She's pregnant,
you know that, right?

Luisa's a nice girl.

She just made a mistake.

Luisa means nothing to me.

I'm driving.

Something's wrong.

Too fucking right
there's something wrong,

I've just been ambushed
by Justine,

you set me up!

Shut up a minute.

I'm cramping.

What if...

All right, all right, calm down.

Look, cramps can mean anything.

It doesn't have to be bad, OK?

Are you bleeding?

- No.
- All right.

I want you to lie on your side.

And breathe. Long, slow exhales.

How's that?

Yeah.

- That's better.
- Good.

I'm gonna book you an
appointment with a gynecologist.

I need to see someone now!

No, it's
a private clinic.

It's the best,
I'm gonna call them,

and then I'll send you
the appointment time.

But... if there's any more pain
or bleeding,

call 999 or get a taxi
to A and E.

That's Accident and...

No! No! No!

You can't be serious.

I know I'm the last person

you wanna see, but...

Get the hell away,

this is my home!

Khalida, please listen to me.

I was just with them.

With who?

Glenn...

...and Luisa.

How dare you
drag that poor girl into...

- I haven't dragged anyone...
- I hear you attacked her.

I hope she presses charges.

It started in Orlando,

now she's here on exchange...

Glenn's told me what
you're up to.

New batch of rumors
you're spreading around.

You're really sick, you know?
Deep down.

Did he tell you about
her being pregnant?

Mom?

No I bet he didn't.

Because even he wouldn't risk

having the whole truth
out there.

Luisa's pregnant with his baby.

About six weeks...

Mom?

You can't protect them forever!

Ask someone you do trust,
ask Steve.

He found Glenn's messages

on Luisa's phone this morning.

It's a pay-as-you-go.

He'll be footing the bill.

Did the same with me.

You know what?
I really felt for you, Justine.

But you deserve everything.

The pain, the failure.

You destroyed yourself.

I feel for you.

You think when you
fuck your husband

he's thinking about you?

He's not.

It used to be about me,

now he's thinking about her...

Mom, stop!

Mom?

Mom...

Why were you shouting?

It's nothing.

What did you say?

It's nothing,
come on.

It's OK.

Out!

30-40.

Unlucky, Luca!

Come on, Luca!

Luca said you weren't...

Yeah, well I'm here now.

Come on, Luca!

He's barely holding
serve.

His head's all over the place.

It's Indian Wells
all over again.

- Shit.
- Match. Second serve.

Come on, Luca!

All right.

Game 7-1.

Kamolthani leads,
five games to two.

Third set.

Come on, Luca!

Come on, Luca!

Go on, Luca!

Come on,
Kamolthani, you can do it!

Please ladies and
gentlemen, players are ready.

Thank you.

15-Love.

Come on, Luca!

Her backhand is so strong
from the baseline.

Every time she does that,
every single time.

Yeah, mm-hm.

Ah, shot.

I pity Damitz.

The two of you pulling
her game apart.

Are you taking Alex out?

- Yeah for sure, you need space.
- Well actually

we have been talking about
staying with my parents for

a few weeks
in the run-up to Paris.

- Weeks?
- Yeah they just got

the court resurfaced.
And the pool,

it's great for conditioning
and that

And just like, the headspace,
you know?

Yeah.

It's there, there, there.

Yeah, it's so lazy.
It's every time she does it.

We're going to see
your grandfather.

Come.

I wish I'd taken your side
from the beginning.

I'm sorry.

Well, I lie about everything.

So...

Sometimes you do
the right thing...

The wrong way.

Just in a really
inappropriate way.

Those emails
with Tillett were the killer.

Yeah.

Glenn went straight to the top.

Did all that groundwork
before...

anything even happened
between us.

A paper trail to undermine me

if I ever told anyone.

It's so fucked.

Yeah, we can throw eggs
at his house

when we drive through
Teddington.

If there are other girls,

Glenn will have
raised the alarm with Tillett.

He'll have sent more emails
as a safety net.

This is insane,
I am not a good liar.

He's never gonna give 'em to me.

No, but he'll give them to
Longwood.

We've gotta do it, come on.

Argh.

Hello big boys!

I didn't expect you.

I need to talk to Charles.

He maybe not know who you are,

or what decade.

It's a bad day.

No kidding.

We won't be long. Come.

Come in, come in, come in!

Let's play.

Zaneta,
is there any ice cream? Please?

...renewed calls
for Asian countries

to reduce their prices
for customers.

We speak to our business affairs
correspondent

about that later in the program.

China, new members of the
communist party

have been arrested over
anti-corruption...

Hello, Charles.

Did you watch Glenn's match?

Colleen keeps the controller
under lock and key.

Irish witch!

Did you see her up at the house?

She's never there when
I need her.

Barzaghi lost.

All I hear about

is people losing.

Why does no one fucking win!

Is that Justine down there?

What?

Where?

I thought I saw someone
in the summerhouse.

Oh, yes, yes.

They're down there.

Training.

Why Glenn carries on with her,
I don't know.

Carries on?

He wanted to play, of course.

But he was a puny little thing
at school.

Colleen says they'll be here
until the French Open.

You saw my wife, did you?

I've been calling her for hours!

Do you think she'll win?

Justine's got what it takes.

And what she wants.

What's that?

My son, of course.

So they're sleeping together?

Here?

Under your roof?

"Sleeping together!"

He fucks her.

Well, why not?

That little green tennis
skirt...

...always lying around
the Oval Room.

So Colleen...

Colleen doesn't know?

Yes!

It must be nearly tea time.

Where is that woman.

Tell my wife to come down here,
right now!

Colleen!

Colleen!

Come on, Charles.

It's time for tea.

And without those emails,

we'd have had no way
to defend Longwood.

So you can see why Andi's
concerned.

So what d'you need from me?

Well, um...

You can collate them and send
them to us through email,

or I can save you time,

and get a copy of them
on a flash-drive right now.

Yes...

OK, maybe that would be best.

Yeah, then if something
were to happen in the future...

I don't expect that's
very likely.

No, well, these days we have
to expect the unexpected.

Too bloody right.

Luca,
how does it feel

to be leaving
the tournament so early?

I didn't come here to leave
before the quarter-finals.

What about the rumors
you're back on the booze?

What rumors? That's not true.

Well would you like to comment

on the leaked audio that emerged

when you were on court?

What audio?
What are you talking about?

That was the fear?

Come on, lay it on me...

I took a drink.

A drink? One drink?

A bottle.

Someone wired the call.
That was a private conversation.

This is absolutely outrageous.

That is the lowest form of
journalism!

That's bullshit!

I was sober last night!

I was sober on court today!

I lost the match cos,
you know what?

Sometimes tennis players do
lose matches.

Especially when there is
no fucking trust around them.

Yeah the only thing I have to
say is,

I have zero confidence left in
my coach,

and our relationship is over.

- Hey, Luca, please.
- Luca! Luca!

Luca, one more
question!

Luca, are you
an alcoholic?

Can we get a
comment, Glenn?

Well, after that glowing review,
who could refuse.

Um...

Look, let us all remember

that Luca had
a very good first week here, OK?

Having said that, he has had
some personal issues, which...

...I'm afraid,
despite everyone's best efforts,

got the better of him today,
but...

I am so proud of everything
that we've achieved together.

I'm only sorry that

it hasn't come to fruition
at this tournament.

And, um...

...although we won't be
working together going forward,

I ask that you please give him
the respect

and privacy that he deserves.

And I hope that after the break,
he will...

...come back an even
stronger player.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

...wake of Barzaghi’s

dramatic exit from
the Championships,

it seems that Glenn Lapthorn
is now a free agent.

I'm sure that'll be of interest
to many players out there,

given his recent success
at the French Open.

You get so controlling
at tournaments.

You lose sight of the goal.

Bullshit! You get jealous

that it's me walking out
on court and not you.

Got it!

All his archived emails
from Longwood.

2014 to 2022.

OK, let's go.

All right.

It's all over for Luca.

Post-match press was
a blood bath.

But I've come out ahead.

He'll take the hit.

Anyway, we're gonna be fine,
my love.

I'll be home soon.

Anything?

Glenn and Tillett talked.

A lot.

Nothing covering for Glenn

abusing anyone else at Longwood.

I'm going as fast as I can.

D'you want a coffee?

Why don't you try a word search?

Yeah, for what?

Lies, or, inappropriate, sexual?

Your call
has been forwarded

to an automated
messaging system...

- Luisa.
- ...is not available.

At the tone,
please record your message.

When you've finished record...

David, I've decided
not to invest further time

in Renee Okoye's game.

Partly because I still
don't know

whether Justine
will engage with rehabilitation.

And partly because these last
few weeks

have confirmed my gut feeling

that Renee is a minor
league player.

She lacks boundaries.

Frankly, I think
she'll react badly to rejection.

You know how emotional
these girls can get.

In any case, I thought it
worth keeping you in the loop.

Jus?

What's happened?

Have you found something?

Another girl?

Oh, shit...
Hey!

Are we still meeting
for supper?

I cannot go back into the room.

My nerves are jangling about
tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, for sure.

I'm here, I'm back, so...

Quarter-fucking-finals!

I know!

It's been so crazy
with all the press stuff.

Feel like
my head's not in the game.

It'd be so good to just sit down

and feel a bit more grounded,

and go over the plan.

Everything's gonna be good, OK?

Nothing's gonna spoil tomorrow.

OK, thanks.

Bye!

OK, love you. Bye.