All language subtitles for Wimbledon.2004.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG-eng

(TENNlS RALLY PLAYlNG)

PETER:
We all start off in life
with a dream, don't we?

For a tennis player,
it's being in the final
of a Grand Slam.

Centre Court,
a high lob, smash.

Game, set and match.
You're a champion.

You're number one.

But for most tennis players,
that's all it ever is:

a dream.

The reality is another story.

My story.

Now, you see
that good-looking fella?

No, not the kid
in white,

the other tired,
good-looking fella.

Yeah, him.
Well, that's me.

British Davis Cup,
long time ago.

Two singles titles,
even longer ago.

Presently ranked 1 1 9th
in the world.

Sport is cruel.

Now, I know it doesn't
sound too bad.

Four million tennis players
in the world and l'm 1 1 9th.

But what that really means
is this:

1 1 8 guys out there
are faster, stronger,
better and younger.

And it gets you thinking.

(ECHOlNG) ...the prime
of my life.

JOHN McENROE: How long
can Peter Colt keep
playing this game?

JOHN BARRETT:
Time to retire gracefully.

PETER: Stop it.
Stop it right now.
Just serve.

These young guys,
where do they get
the energy to focus?

No fear.

You see, the one thing
you can't have is fear.

And for the first time
in my life, l'm afraid.

Not of losing.
l'm not even afraid
of the kid.

l'm afraid of
what happens if that ball
keeps going by me.

What happens then?

l hope you don't mind,
but l took the liberty
of having it engraved.

Wow.
(CHUCKLES) Exactly.

Frankly, my biggest
problem is parking.

Right.

Not for you, of course.
No, your own space.

Name-plate again.
Oh, good.

(CHUCKLES)

Hello, lan.

ls this the young man
you were
telling us about?

Mmm-hmm.
Peter Colt,
one and only.

Once ranked 1 5th
in the world, l hear.

Eleventh, actually,
for the better part of '96.

Yes, Peter's got himself
a wild card at Wimbledon.

Then we're hoping
he'll be hanging his racket
here at the club.

Well, we'll see.

We shall look forward
to giving you a peek
at our ground strokes,

won't we, ladies?

Oh, do shut up, Sylvia.

Good luck at the
Championships, young man.

Thank you very much.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Yes. Carry on.

Peter, Peter,
watch the ladies.

Occupational hazard.
Of course.

Look at this,
look at this.

Completely new hybrid.

Yes, developed
by the Yanks.

Firm but springy.

Look, Peter.

l can't wait forever.

l mean, there's
no one else l'd rather. . .

lan, look no further.

You have
your tennis director.

Oh, that is splendid.
So splendid !

Oh, look,
that's Peter Colt,
the new pro.

Once ranked 1 7th
in the world.

Eleventh !

l was ranked
1 1 th in the world.

PETER: What makes
one tennis player
different from another?

lt isn't a killer forehand
or serve.

Lots of people have those.

But the great ones
have something else.

Some say
it's a supportive family.

Others say
it's being hungry.
Really hungry.

But as you can see,
l've never been hungry.

Hello?

And as far as
the supportive family goes...

Mum? Dad?

Anybody home?

(COUPLE MOANlNG)

(COUPLE GRUNTlNG)

Hello, Carl.

(WOMAN MOANlNG ON TV)

Life still giving you
trouble, is it?

Deep Throat,
Director's Cut.
Absolute classic.

Oh ! Hey!

(BOTH ARGUlNG)

CARL: They've been
at it like that, like
cats and dogs, for weeks.

You all right, Dad?

Yes, yes, yes.

Got our
Wimbledon tickets
sorted yet?

'Cause, you know,
l don't wanna miss
your grand finale.

lnteresting bit
of trivia actually.

Do you know that
l've never won a match
at Wimbledon

with my family
in attendance?

Oh, we're not invited?

No.

She's not
gonna like that.

What won't l like?

Hello, darling.

You're looking
rather gaunt.

Thank you.
Why is Dad so upset?

Ridiculous man.

For some reason he believes
l'm having an affair
with Eliot Larkin.

Mother, he saw you
snogging in
the club car park.

Oh, that would do it.

Not in the kitchen.

l wanted
your father to see us,
that was the point.

Shake him
out of his stupor,
compel him to act.

l hear you're planning
to retire,

to babysit a bunch
of old ladies.

Not what your father
and l had in mind
all those years ago,

cheering you on.

And do you know why?

Because l believe
you to be

a truly great
tennis player.
Oh, God.

You've just always
been afraid to admit it
to yourself.

l'm not afraid,
l'm old.

Oh, don't be absurd,
31 is not old.

lt is. ln tennis years
l might as well
be your age.

Thank you, dear.

And l'm tired of hotels
and l'm tired of airports

and long-distance
love affairs that
never go anywhere and. . .

Losing?

Yeah, losing.
Thanks, Carl.

Now tell her
about the tickets.

Tickets?

Oh, God, you really are
a wanker, aren't you?

Harsh but fair.

AUGUSTA: Why doesn't
he get us tickets?

Do you know why?
What does he think?

Does he think
we're gonna sit here
watching it on television?

(CONTlNUES CHATTERlNG)

Dad, what are you
doing up there?

l should have
moved up here years ago.

(SlGHS)

Right. Well, l'm off
up to Wimbledon then.

Righto.

Peter?
Yeah?

Remember l always told you
that tennis
was a gentleman's game?

Yeah.

Total bollocks.

Everything l ever told you.
Total bollocks.

Right then.

Welcome to The Dorchester,
Mr. Colt.

Thank you.

You have a suite.
Top floor.
Wonderful view.

Really? l think
you might have made a. . .

(CHATTERlNG lNTO PHONE)

Thank you.

Wow!

(SHOWER RUNNlNG)

(SOFTLY)
Well, they weren't wrong
about the view.

You need something?
Yeah. l. . .

l'm so sorry.
l was given the key
to room 1 221 .

This is room 1 221 .

My 1 221 .

Oh, right, your 1 221 .

Well, that makes
perfect sense.

What makes perfect sense?

Well, you see,
l'd reserved
a more modest room.

And now l'll go to
the front desk and thank them
for this dreadful error.

Goodbye then.

Yes, goodbye.

And may l say
good body. . . Luck.

Shit. l meant. . .

Shit!

Oh.

Lovely kitchen.

This way.

See, now,
that's much cozier.

Yeah, l get a lot of questions
about my personal life.

l usually don't answer them.

MARY CARlLLO:
That's why it's called
a personal life.

Right. l mean,
l just wanna focus
on my game, you know.

Unfortunately,
l have to agree
with my dad on this one,

all that other stuff
just gets in the way.

But Lizzie, you have
had problems with
chair umpires this year.

Some of the players think
you go out of your way
to disrupt a match.

(CHUCKLES)
l really don't. l mean...

You know, maybe l go
a little over the top
sometimes,

but, you know, maybe
that's what l need to do
to play my best.

And that's why
l came to London.
To win Wimbledon.

We'll be watching.
Good luck.

Gonna knock 'em dead
this year, Peter?

Well, that's
the idea, Danny.

l've got
a strong feeling.

Oh, thanks, Danny.

Gonna knock 'em dead
this year, lvan?

l'll do my best
for you.

DANNY: l've got
a strong feeling.

PETER: Hey, Dieter,
you wanna go for dinner?

Afraid not.
There's a chance
l may get lucky tonight.

Oh, really?

lntriguing lrish girl,
her father owns
much of Dublin.

Excellent.
She have a sister?

Only child.
Tragic.

PETER: l should stay
and work on
my serve anyway.

lf this is my last hurrah,
l wanna go out in style.

Oh, that's the spirit,
old man.

Bugger!

Oops! Sorry,
wrong court.

Forgotten me already?

God, no, you're the lady
with the lovely kitchen.

Uh-huh.
Lizzie Bradbury, right?

And you're?

Peter. Peter Colt.

Nice to meet you,
Peter Peter Colt.

Five quid says
you can't do it again.

Mmm-hmm.

Ten bucks says
you can't hit two in a row.

You're on.

Lovely form.

Thank you.

Hmm. You're exceeding
my expectations.

Mine, too.

Do it
with a slice serve,

l'll treat you to
fish and chips.

Ooh, the pressure is on.

Lovely toss.

Fish and chips
it is, then.

Lizzie, sweetheart,
what the heck
are you doing?

Oh, just one more
serve, Daddy.

You've gotta be back
in the hotel in 20 minutes
for an interview.

Two seconds, okay?

Funny, you don't seem
the daddy type.

Hit this one

and l'll sleep with you.
(GRUNTS)

l'm so sorry!

Too bad.
You could have
used the workout.

BARRETT: Hello
and welcome to day one
of the Championships

where the players
featured on
Centre Court today

include Andy Roddick,
Serena Williams

and Britain's
best hope for a title,
Tom Cavendish.

Other Brits in action
include journeyman veteran
Peter Colt.

And today marks
the Wimbledon debut
of American Lizzie Bradbury.

We'll see
if she can live up to
her lively reputation.

What are you talking about?
The chalk flew up!

There's a mark
right there!

The ball was out.

Get on with it!

You know what?
l'll let it go.

'Cause you obviously
can't see,
and l feel sorry for you.

30-1 5.

(CROWD CLAPPlNG lN UNlSON)

Quiet, please.

(BOTH GRUNTlNG)

40-1 5.

Yes!

(lNDlSTlNCT CHATTERlNG)

What time's
your match?
3:00.

Ajay Bhatt.
You ever heard of him?

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

He's sitting
over there. Look.

Oh, my God !

Shouldn't he be off
discovering masturbation
or something?

l played him in Bogota.
He's like all young men.

Out to destroy us,
to kill the father.

Like all young men,
he must first be taught
a lesson of humility.

Exactly.
And you taught him
that lesson in Bogota?

Sadly, no.
He killed the father,
straight sets.

Watch out
for his backhand.

COMMENTATOR: lt will be
a close run to the finish

with Shining Armour
coming wide
to challenge the leaders.

lt's Bad Company...

(CONTlNUES CHATTERlNG)

Twenty pound to win,

Ajay Bhatt.
Hold on, hold on.

lsn't he
playing your brother?

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

Yeah. But curiously, l'm not.

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

PETER: So this is it.

This is the end.
This is what it looks like.

One thousand balls a day,
300 days a year, for 22 years.

Six million balls.

And it all ends here,

at 2:00 in the afternoon
on Court 17

while they're over
on Centre Court

screaming for
the latest Russian
teenage beauty.

Well, let's see
if l can at least
make it last a little while.

Good luck, Mr. Colt.

Thank you.

Bhatt to serve. First set.

Right then.

UMPlRE: Play.

(BOTH GRUNTlNG)

(CROWD APPLAUDlNG)

Love-15.

PETER: Okay, nice,
not embarrassing.

Another 71 like it
and you've got it in the bag.

AUGUSTA: Oi,
bloody rabbit, shoo!

(CHEERlNG ON TV)

BARRETT ON TV: A beautiful
passing shot there.

And we have
our first match point.

EDWARD: Yes, come on.

l must say, he's playing
with new-found confidence
today, all right.

Yes.

So here we are,
match point.

(PLAYER SERVES)

Yes!
Come on, get it.

A short return.

Yes, good shot,
well done! Come on.

Come on.
Yes, that's it!
He's done it!

Peter Colt has advanced
to the Second Round.
He's done it!

He's through
Round One!

Not interested.

What?

Not interested.

Oh, suit yourself.

So you think
that kid has a future?

Yes, l do.

l expect one day
to be the answer
to the trivia question,

"Who beat Ajay Bhatt
in his first ever
Grand Slam?"

What Wimbledon
is this for you, Peter?

lt's my 1 3th, actually.

And since this may
well be my last
Wimbledon press conference,

l'd like to take
the opportunity. . .

REPORTERS: Jake! Jake!

. . .to announce
my retirement from. . .

(REPORTERS CLAMORlNG)

REPORTER:
Come on, lad.

. . .tennis.

Hey, guys.

That's my retirement
from tennis.

(CLAMORlNG CONTlNUES)

Effective the moment
this tournament ends.

All right, tomorrow
morning l want you
at the rear entrance,

9:00 sharp. We can
avoid all of this.
All right?

Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.

Come on, sweetie.

PETER: Lizzie! Lizzie!

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.

REPORTER: Jake,
how is your injury?

AUTOMATED VOlCE:
You have one new message.

LlZZlE: Congratulations!
You still owe me
fish and chips.

Say 7:00, room 1 221 .

That's my 1 221 .

Oh, bollocks!

(KNOCKlNG)
LlZZlE: lt's open.

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
...appears tonight
in the northern sky.

Once mistaken
for a shooting star,

the comet gained its name
(GLASS CLlNKlNG)

from two US servicemen
on patrol
in the South Pacific.

lt's the first time
in 67 years
it's appeared

and will be visible
to the naked eye
for the next two weeks.

Hi.

Two fish and chips
as promised.

Um. . .
What?

Let me just take this.
Oh, jeez.
How embarrassing.

Are you hungry?

Not quite.

l've got
a question for you.

Right.

Where do you come down
on the whole fooling around
before a match issue?

Well, that's a very
intriguing question.

Because l think
a little fooling around

can be really good
for your game.

You know?
Help you relax.

Um, l'm not sure l've done
enough research to have
a definitive opinion.

That's very sad.

Yes, it is, isn't it?
lt is. . . lt's very sad.

Don't get me wrong,

l'm very interested
in doing
the necessary research.

Are you?

l'm interested.

Peter,

no one can know
about this, okay?

Really? l had been
planning a brief
press statement.

Seriously.
Okay.

Especially my dad.

He's convinced
if there's a guy around,
my first serve gets mushy.

Well, you can't win Wimbledon
with a mushy serve.

No.

So, we'll keep it
light, okay?

Absolutely fine with me.
We'll just keep it,
you know, fun and

relaxed.
Relaxed.

Good.

Peter?

Excellent. More research.

(CROWD GROANlNG)

BARRETT: And that's
another point lost.

The truth is that Dragomir
seems to have completely
seized control on this court,

known as
the Graveyard of Champions.

For some reason
Peter Colt's game
this afternoon

has been
less than inspired.

PETER: Oh, God! Oh, God!
I'm tired, so tired.

AUGUSTA:
Of course you are.

Stay up all night
doing research,
you're bound to be exhausted.

UMPlRE: Game, Dragomir.

BARRETT: What a pity.

Dragomir leads
five games to four
in the fourth set...

Come on, Peter.

...and by two sets to one.

Hello, do
you mind?

Oh, bugger!
He was doing so well.

l wouldn't
write him off
just yet, Pauline.

Some young men,
l find,

have a stamina
that's really
quite deceptive.

PETER: Second Round.
That's not so bad.
He did win the French Open.

At least you got
three games off him.

Three games?

Three lousy games.

Last match of your career
and you got three games?

UMPlRE: Time.

PETER: lt's pathetic!

(CROWD APPLAUDlNG)

Well, at least
there's no one here
to see you lose.

LlZZlE: Come on, Peter!

Oh, great!

MAN: Come on, Pete!

(GRUNTlNG)

UMPlRE: Love-15.

BARRETT: Who would
have thought 40 minutes ago

that we'd be in a fifth set?

Вut here, Peter Colt,

who hasn't beaten
a top-1 0 player in the past
two years, remember,

is at 2-4, three points
from winning the match.

UMPlRE: 30-love.

You were with me
last match.

Yes, sir.
Brilliant play, sir.

Do you think
l could trouble you?

Sorry.

(CROWD ENCOURAGlNG)

40-love.

BARRETT: And we have
our first match point.

Out!

UMPlRE:
Game, set, match, Colt.

BARRETT: lncredibly,
the English wild card,
Peter Colt,

has defeated
the French Open Champion

to advance
to the Third Round.

UMPlRE: Three sets to two,
6-4, 4-6, 2-6, 7-5, 6-4.

(GRUNTS ANGRlLY)

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Peter, this way, please.

Thought l'd done
my last one of these.

MALE REPORTER 1 :
So did we.

(ALL LAUGHlNG)

MALE REPORTER 2:
Peter, did you know

that Dragomir is
the first seeded player you've
defeated in three years?

Yes. Two months and 1 4 days,
but who's really counting?

(REPORTERS LAUGHlNG)

What do you think
of your next opponent?

Truthfully,
in all the excitement,

l haven't even checked
to see who it is.

FEMALE REPORTER:
lt's your practice partner,
Dieter Prohl.

DlETER: So two friends
must now face each other
as enemies.

An intriguing
existential dilemma.

PETER: Room 1 221 , please.
Bradbury.

ls your elbow
playing you up?

Well, if l admit to that,
you may use it
to your advantage.

Wow, that's terrible.

ls that what
our friendship's
come to?

Dodgy shoulder?
Maybe? Have you?
(CHUCKLlNG)

Oh, well, the truth is
most everything aches.

What doesn't,
l can't feel at all.

Tell me about it.

Yeah, hello? Hello?

We should still
practice together.

We must stick
to the routine.

Yeah. You know,
the hotel offered me
a better room

and l told them
l'm on a roll at the moment,
l'm not changing a thing.

At such moments
our superstitions
are all we have.

Exactly.

Even when
l'm taking a shit,

l must do it
exactly the same.

l'd never thought
of that. That's genius!

You think of
everything important,
you do it the same.

Oh, wait a minute.
Yeah.

Oh, that's okay,
put me through.

Lizzie, Lizzie,
don't say a word.

l was thinking a repeat
of the other night.

Like fish and chips,
early to bed.

Mr. Bradbury! Hello.

Mr. Bradbury?

Damn !

Yeah?
Yeah.

(CROWD GROANlNG)

(lNDlSTlNCT CHATTERlNG)

(SPEAKlNG lTALlAN)

BlLLl: Peter.

Billi !

(GREETlNG lN lTALlAN)

Oh, you are
the Dragomir slayer.

How are you?
You look
a million lira.

Thank you,
thank you. l try.

Do you know
my partner, Sophia?

No. Hi.
Nice to meet you.

BlLLl: So?

l'm looking
for Lizzie Bradbury.
Have you seen her?

No. You should
ask Jake Hammond.

Oh, really, why?

Well, why
do you think?

Oh, right.

Well, l better
get a move on.

Ciao.

Good luck tomorrow.
Thank you.

DENNlS: Looking
for someone?

Yeah. (STAMMERlNG)
Yes. Yes.

Wouldn't happen
to be my daughter?

Yes, it would.

lt's Colt, right?

Yes, but please
call me Peter.

Lizzie is on
a roll right now

and l don't
want her to have
any distractions.

Right. Of course.

Sorry, just to clarify,
do you see me
as a distraction?

That's exactly
how l see you.

So stop
looking for her.

Stop calling her,
stop coming around.

Stop every damn thing
that involves my daughter.

ls that clear?

(DlSAPPOlNTED CHATTERlNG)

DlETER: l suppose
in a few thousand years

the English will have
evolved webbed feet.

Yes, about the same time
the first German evolves
a sense of humor.

No, no, no.
That's not fair.

Many times
l make you laugh.

No, l'm laughing
at you, not with you.

Somebody wants you.

Oh, you know what,
l think l'll. . .

l think
you will, too.

See, now that
was quite funny.

Yeah, l know.

Hey, get some rest tonight!
l don't wanna win too easily.

What with you
and that, what is it,
bad knee?

l have a little
confession to make.

Oh, God.

When you walked into
my room the other day?

Mmm-hmm.

l knew exactly
who you were.

You did?
Mmm-hmm.

l saw you play Tommy Haas
at the Lipton last year.

Oh, shit.

(CHUCKLlNG) Yeah.

You were ahead
but then you totally
fell apart. Remember?

Yeah. As l recall,

the ball girl couldn't
get out of the way
of my serve.

You gallantly
carried her
off the court.

l thought
you were such a

asshole
(COUGHS)

to lose like that
when you were playing
so beautifully.

But l couldn't get it
out of my head.

l kept hoping
l'd run into you.

Until finally
you walked into
my hotel room.

Like a knight
in shining armor perhaps?

No.

Trouble is l'm the one
who needs saving.

Yesterday l was losing

and then
l saw you watching.

(LAUGHlNG) What?

Perhaps my first serve
is getting a little mushy.

(ROMANTlC SONG PLAYlNG)

(lNAUDlBLE)

Oh ! Hey, look.

There it is.
The comet.

See, with
the little tail
behind it?

Hardly anything,
is it?

Barely moving.

We have to
wish on it.

Did you wish
on your next match?

Wouldn't work
if l told you.

Who do you play?

Good friend of mine,
actually, Dieter Prohl.

A friend?

Then you should know
how to beat him.

What are
his weaknesses?

Um, sausages, Wagner,
men in leather shorts.

ln his game.

That's why l gave up
having girlfriends
in tennis.

You have to dig
extra deep
to kill your friends.

Now l have to
kill him?

(CHUCKLES)
Without thinking twice.

And l don't envy you.
Why is that?

You practice together,
you travel together,

you practically
live together.

l mean, do you really
have what it takes

to close out a friend
in the Third Round
of Wimbledon?

Because that
is killing him.

lt's a bullet
to the heart.

That's what's tough
about this game.

There's a winner
and there's a loser.

And tomorrow one of you
is going to be a loser.

(GRUNTS)

(SlGHS)

Bloody pedals!

(COMMENTATOR CHATTERlNG ON TV)

Hello, Vij.

What. . . Where the hell
are the men's matches?

Roddick lost to
Jake Hammond.
Four sets, mate.

Shit, what about
Peter and Prohl?

You didn't hear?
No.

Straight sets, man.
Peter decimated him,
tore him to pieces, mate.

Shit!

What? You bet
against him again?

Yeah. That bastard
usually comes through
for me.

He's been on
such a good
losing streak.

Here, are you
Peter Colt's brother?

Possibly.

l've seen you in here,
watching the matches.

Yeah.

You could say
tennis is my life.

My passion
is chat rooms.

CARL: Really?

Broadband.

Of course.

(SlGHlNG)

Well, you may have
humiliated the kraut,

but you're not
done with him.

We change
your routine
not one iota.

l'm still
your practice partner.

Thanks, mate.

Anyway, you know it was
a hell of a lot closer
than the score.

A net cord here or there,
it would've been
a different story.

Bullshit.

You annihilated me.

You hit from the soul,
the heart.

Something's
happened to you.

Something else,
something. . .

The girl in the taxi.
The waving hand. That's. . .

That's where the fire
comes from, admit it.

Dieter, listen.

Do you think
that in the middle
of a Championship,

when for
the first time in years
l'm actually winning,

l'd be dumb enough
to get involved
with a woman?

Absolutely.

AUTOMATED VOlCE:
You have eight new messages.

Well, aren't l popular?

(ANSWERlNG MACHlNE BEEPS)

Peter, Ian Frazier
from the club. Well done!

Take as long as you need
before you start with us.

Oh, and the ladies
send their regards.

(lAN LAUGHlNG)

(BEEPS)

LlZZlE: You were
incredible today!

l have a free day tomorrow.
l'll call you later.

(BEEPS)

AUGUSTA: Peter, remember me?

(DOORBELL RlNGS)

lt's your mother.

(AUGUSTA CHATTERlNG)

What did l always say
about you?

l don't know.
Remind me, Ron.

RON: So cucumber
and cucumber.
And cucumber.

They forgot
to put the sandwich
in my sandwich.

What are you
doing here, Ron?

You're not still
my agent, are you?

What are you
talking about?

What am l
talking about?

Okay. Well, l called
you about a year ago,

and l'm still
waiting for you
to return my call.

Yeah, l'm into emails now,
l don't do
the phone thing anymore.

Ron, that's a lie.

Yeah, it's a lie.

You want me to be
completely honest
with you?

Agents are not
miracle workers.

We can't sell a product
that doesn't exist.

But here you are,
existing again,
so l'm back selling again.

You know what, Ron?
l genuinely despise you.

And you know
what, Peter?

l really don't take it
personally.

Because this could all
be over by Monday.

Cavendish is
a serve-and-volley guy,

and you've always
played shit
against them.

So l'd like to
capitalize now

if that's not
a problem with you.

l don't want you to
go down in history

as that English guy
who beat his best friend,
the German guy,

only to get beat
by the other English guy.

l'd like to
put some money
in your pocket.

You got a problem
with that?

You'd have to cut
your commission.

Okay, look.
Unfortunately that's
a no-go area.

Everybody pays 1 0%.

Say 5% or the next offer
is 4.

You know, success
has really changed you.

And l'm loving it.
Screw it,
you got a deal.

Besides, l have
a funny feeling
that Cavendish is going down.

Tea?
Yes. l'd love some.

Now let's get down
to business.

Slazenger is having
a cocktail party
this evening

and everybody's
dying to meet you
for the very first time,

all over again.

(CROWD CLAMORlNG)

l'll call you back.

Ring me tomorrow.
That's fine. Tomorrow. . .

Lizzie.
Ronnie.

There she is.
How they hanging?

Fine. And yours?
Fine.

Who's your new friend?
Aren't you going
to introduce me?

You haven't met yet?
Hi, l'm Lizzie.

Peter. Peter Colt.

The Peter Peter Colt?

The one and only.

Oh, l've heard
a lot about you.

Oh, really?
Nothing good, l hope.

That you're a man
who's not afraid
to come to the net.

Yeah, and l hear
that this is your
first Wimbledon

and you're gonna go
all the way.

Every chance l get.

Well, well, well.
lf this works out,
do l get the. . .

You can have 1 0%
of our kids.

Oh, your kids,
that's. . .

(WHlSPERS lNDlSTlNCTLY)

You all right?
You look beautiful.

Thank you.

You come along
and play matchmaker?

Did l do that?
l'm sorry.

l just got excited
by the math, that's all.

Let's have a drink,
we could talk over
this whole Nike thing

and you'll still
have her home before
she turns into a pumpkin.

One day none of this
will be ours.

Oh, no,
asshole incoming,
four o'clock.

Lizzie, what's the deal?
l've left you, like,
half a dozen messages.

Oh, really?
How about that?

Hi.

Do you know
Peter Colt?

Yeah. We did meet once.

First Round,
San Jose, last year.

Exactly.
A memorable match.

Yeah. Which l, like, won.

(LAUGHS)

Peter's in the Quarters.
Did you hear?

Wait a second.

Are you screwing him?

You know what. . .
You are, aren't you?

l don't believe it.

Listen, my friend,
we don't want. . .

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you, grandpa,
ranked, like, 1 20?

l thought all those things
they said about you
were just rumors,

but you really are
a cheap little. . .

(GROANS)

Jesus, that
really hurts.

But you did it
so well.

MAN: Are you all right?
l'm fine, l'm fine.

Good night, Jake.

Hey, yes. Don't get up.

JAKE: Leave me alone.
l'll be fine.

That's the first time
l've ever hit anybody
in my whole life.

(ALL CLAMORlNG)

Lizzie! Lizzie!

(SCREAMS)

No, other side,
other. . .

l've never had
anyone fight
for my honor before.

l kind of like it.

(LlZZlE SHRlEKS)

PETER: Jesus Christ!
You're not safe to be with.

Wait till you
see me drive.

PETER: So, these are
the wild streets of my youth.

The drugs, the sex,
the milkshakes.

My parents live here,
and l still keep a flat.

Oh, so we can
stay there tonight.

Yeah, but what
about your dad?

Ah, let him find
his own place.

(CHATTERlNG)

Parents are such
a responsibility.

l know.
They're worse
than children.

Oh, definitely.

My parents got divorced
when l was 1 3.

My mom
was always on the road,
trying to be a singer.

What went wrong?

She couldn't sing.
(CHUCKLES)

So mainly my dad
brought me up.

Mine are still together.

Which proves
that love's not just blind,
it's bloody stupid.

lt's sad. Everything
they used to love
in each other

now seems to
drive them crazy.

l can't imagine
ever wanting to get married.

No. No.

l mean, that's why
we love the tour,
isn't it?

There's always
another country,
another airport.

Another girl.

That's right, Lesley.

Lizzie!
l meant Lizzie.

You said Lesley.
l meant, l meant. . .

Who's Lesley?

(BOTH MOANlNG)

As you can see,
we've had to
fire the builders

due to
creative differences.

And truthfully,
Peter's had a little bit
of a liquidity problem.

Oh, my nan
liked a drink.

Sherry.
Right.

Piccy?
Just a bitty.

Carl, what are
you doing?

Ah, Pete, hi.
Wasn't expecting
to see you.

And shit,
that's Lizzie Bradbury.

SHOP GlRL:
Can l take a picture?

No, you bloody can't!

Digital.
Look what l found.

Oh, hello.
Give me that.

Who are you?
l only got four pizzas.

Oh, for God's sake!
Right, that's it.
Get out!

Come on !
You, too, sunshine. Move it.

Bugger! l had it
on landscape!

Stop it. lt's not funny.

l'm sorry.
PETER: Move it!
Come on.

Change of
venue, girls.

Children, out.
Your mum's or mine?

Big fan.

Carl, leave!

l am so sorry.

You might wanna
change the sheets.

(ANSWERlNG MACHlNE BEEPS)

Hi, Daddy, it's me.

l know you're probably
going nuts and wanna kill me,

but everything's
cool, really.

lt's hard to explain

but l really
needed to do this.

l gotta go.
l'll see you at practice
in the morning.

Everything all right?

Everything's great.

Wanna go
have a workout?

l thought
we just had one.

PETER: Now, are you sure
about this?
l usually do 1 0 miles.

So why are you
running behind me?

Just enjoying
the view.

(POP SONG PLAYlNG)

(lNAUDlBLE)

Hey, look at that.

This is where
my dad taught me
to play tennis.

Look at it now,
it's a shame.

Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

Ace!

Come on,
make a little effort.

Ace!

What's the matter with you?
Are you scared of a girl?

There's something
l haven't told you.

What?

This is my last tournament.

No matter what happens.

But you're doing
so great.

Hey, you just
have to. . .

Keep winning.

Right.

So keep winning.

(lN ENGLlSH ACCENT)
Oh, finally, Colt returns

with a somewhat demure
cross-court forehand.

Ah ! Colt makes
a smashing return.

With unladylike effort,

Bradbury strains
to get to the ball.

Oh, it is
an extremely high lob.

Will he maintain
his gentlemanly composure

or will he, dare l say,
win the point?

Hold on,
what's happened
to the ball?

Look.

Gotta go, bye.

Hundred quid
on Cavendish
in the Quarters.

Hold your horses.

So, still betting
against your brother,
are you?

lt's tactical.

lf he loses, l get rich,
and if he wins, l get laid.

Where the heck
did you get
1 00 quid anyway?

(CLlCKS TONGUE)

Photo-journalism.

WOMAN ON TV:
...and put their friendships
on the line

in a very challenging
battle of design.

l trust you slept well

after your night
of debauchery
with the young master.

(lN SOUTHERN ACCENT)
l declare l surely did.

Good, so did l.

God ! No wonder
the English never
win Wimbledon.

l'd love to see
an English guy in the Finals,
but give me a break.

Peter Colt is
the luckiest man in tennis.

Wanker!

(REPORTERS CLAMORlNG)

God, it's incredible
how much that actor
looks like your dad.

Oh, shit.

lncredible how much
that building. . .

BOTH: Shit!

NEWSCASTER ON TV:
The story
broke this morning...

PETER: Quick, hide!

...published
this candid photo
of Peter Colt...

Oh, Carl, you bastard !

(KNOCKlNG)
(EXHALES)

Oh, hello,
Mr. Bradbury.

Where's my daughter?

Gone, sadly.
Sadly, gone.

She had to go and work
on that first serve.

l expect she meant
to meet you
at the practice courts.

You bullshitting me?

Absolutely not.
l'd never bullshit you.
l wouldn't dream of it.

So how was
your trip down?

Because, you know,
the traffic can be murder
getting out of London.

We left early.

Well, the early bird
does catch the. . .

(STUTTERlNG)
Would you like
a cup of tea?

Maybe something stronger.
A shot of whiskey?

(NERVOUSLY)
Shot at me, perhaps?

lt's Peter, right?

Yeah.

Look, Peter, l got
nothing against you
personally.

You seem like a nice guy.

Oh, good.

l'm not an idiot.

l know that Lizzie
likes to have her fun

and it keeps her relaxed.

And if you were
just another easy. . .

You know, well,
that would be one thing,
but you're not, are you?

As a matter of fact,
l was incredibly easy.

No, no, no.
This time it's different.
She's

falling for you.

Oh, l see.

Which is
a total disaster.

Well, why?
She's hardly lost a set.

Look, her footwork is off,
her serve is a mess.

She's gotta get her head
back in the game.

She's gotta remember
what it is that she wants.

And what do you think
that is?

What we've been
working towards
all these years.

What she's always wanted
more than anything.

l still want it.

Oh, hi.

l want to win
Wimbledon.

l'm sorry.

That's all right,
sweetheart.

Well, we better get going.
Got a lot of work to do.

Are you gonna go?

Yeah. He's right.
l'm sorry.

PETER: Wait a second.

Lizzie. Lizzie.

Lizzie, this is
ridiculous.

You're a grown woman,
and you should be
making your own decisions.

This is my decision.
We can be together
after the tournament.

After the tournament?
What does that mean?

You can't just
switch me on and off
like a bloody light bulb.

l'll call you
at the hotel.

DENNlS: We won't
be at the hotel.

What?

l'm sorry, kid,
but if you're together,
she can't play.

(REPORTERS CLAMORlNG)

CROWD: (CHANTlNG)
Tom ! Tom ! Tom !

BARRETT: This may be
an all-British affair,

but Tom Cavendish is clearly
in control of the crowd
and the match today.

He's up a break
in the first set,

and Peter Colt,
with the expectations
of an entire nation upon him,

seems to be withering
under the pressure.

UMPlRE:
Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

(GRUNTS)

Touch. 40-love.

BARRETT:
So, that's set point
for Tom Cavendish.

CHAUFFEUR: Now,
Candy, look, they're only
knocking the wall down

from the window
to the patio door.

Well, talk to Sergei.

lf she hits short,
you come in.

Daddy, stop bugging me.

She will never pass you.
l'm focused.

l know the game plan.

Yeah, right.

(MUSlC PLAYlNG
ON HEADPHONES)

He's out of my head now.
lt's over.

Stop freaking out on me.

McENROE: Oh, yeah,
it was definitely his ankle.

You can see how
he landed right on it.

This is ugly.

(GROANlNG)

CROWD: (CHANTlNG)
Cavendish ! Cavendish !

CHRlS EVERT: Peter Colt
may have just got himself
a free pass to the Semis.

Think you can play on?

CROWD: (CHANTlNG)
Tom ! Tom ! Tom !

McENROE:
Not so fast, Chrissie.

Listen to that crowd.

They worship the kid here.

The question is,

will Colt be able
to take advantage
of Tom Cavendish?

He's never shown
much of a killer instinct.

UMPlRE:
Quiet, please.

40-love.

EVERT:
There's your answer, John.

Look at that smile.
Watch out, Tom Cavendish.

Can we take another route?
Our match is at 3:00.

l doubt it.
lt's chocka.

(COMMENTATOR CHATTERlNG
ON HEADPHONES)

What's the score,
sweetheart?

lt's match point.

McENROE: He's done it!
Peter Colt has done it again.

Another upset,
another seeded player
goes down.

And Colt will now take on
fifth seed Pierre Maroux

in the Semifinals on Friday.

Congratulations,
my friend.

Thank you, but l think
my countrymen hate me.

What?
l've just destroyed

their best hopes of
winning a Championship.

Oh, ridiculous!
Everyone loves a winner.

Everybody but the British.

(ALL CLAMORlNG)

Thank you.

See, l was right.
Everything's good,
everybody loves you.

Almost everybody.

UMPlRE: 30-all.

PETER: What do you think
makes her so extraordinary?

No embarrassment,
no fear.

She makes a decision,
she goes for it,
all pistons firing.

lt's a turn-on
for the rest of us

'cause most of the time,
let's face it,
we're all scared shitless.

Even you, Ron?

Me, l hate
making a decision.

Like right now?

l'm very, very afraid.

lf you don't
see that girl again,

it's gonna
mess with your head,

it will screw up
your confidence.

On the other hand,
l'm terrified.

l'm petrified
that if l tell you where
that girl is camped out,

her father's gonna
fire my ass.

Where's the girl
camped out, Ron?

32 Kensington Place,
first-floor apartment.

l made a decision.

UMPlRE:
Game, Miss Bradbury.

Miss Bradbury leads
four games to one,
final set.

Me, too.

(GRUNTlNG)

(PANTlNG)

(DOG GROWLlNG)

Oh ! Shh !
No, no. Hi.

(CONTlNUES GROWLlNG)
Shh.

Now listen,
it's not what you think,

so don't start. . .

(BARKlNG)

l'll jump! l'll jump.

l will. You want that
on your conscience?

(STOPS BARKlNG)

Thank you.

(SOFTLY) Lizzie. Lizzie.

Lizzie, it's me.

Shit!

(DOG BARKlNG)

(GRUNTS)

Hey!

Shut up!

Noisy little shit.

Ow!

That hurt.

Oh, shit!

(GASPS)

Bugger!

Peter!

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

That's an excellent question.

The sad fact
of the matter is

l can't seem to
get through 24 hours
without you.

l've missed you,
Peter Peter Colt.

You have?

But l need you to go.

No, you need me to stay.

Peter.
Lizzie.

People have
fallen in love before,
you know.

Oh.

ls that what
we're doing here?

Good thing you didn't
get the wrong room.

l did. But your dad's
a very quick shag.

MAN ON RADlO:
Good morning,
ВВC London, 94.9.

Have you seen enough?

The lark's on the wing
and everything's for the best

in this best of all
possible worlds.

Because it's Semifinals day.

Which means
it can only get better

as Peter Colt stares down
the racket of Pierre Maroux.

Come on, can a Вrit
actually win this title?

Who'd have thought
we'd all live so long
to even be saying that phrase?

(YAWNlNG)

(lMlTATlNG TARZAN YELLlNG)

(SlGHS)

(CONTlNUES YELLlNG)

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

UMPlRE: Game, Colt.

EVERT: Whoa!
Peter Colt must have had
his Wheaties this morning.

He's off to
a roaring start.

McENROE:
Вut remember, Chrissie,
the last time these two met

was the '97 US Open Semis,

a day l'm certain
Peter Colt wants to wipe
from the memory banks.

No kidding. lt was
the greatest opportunity
of Colt's career.

He was up two sets,

and then he
completely choked.

And l don't think he's ever
fully recovered from it.

You know, John,
choking can be instigated
by the smallest thing.

Absolutely.

You wake up in the morning

and something
just isn't right.

Maybe a little superstition
you have goes wrong

(STRlNG SNAPS)

and a seed of self-doubt
is planted.

MAN: Lizzie!

l love you !

Then, everywhere you look,
that feeling of doubt

seems to be looking
right back at you.

Once that happens,
all it takes is one point,

one decisive point,
that can make or break
your confidence

and completely determine
the outcome of a match.

(GRUNTS)

Game, Miss Rupesindhe.

Advantage, Colt.

Well, there's no choking here
today on Number 2 Court.

Peter Colt is firmly
in control.

Thank you.

And incredibly,
just two points away

from the Wimbledon Final
on Sunday,

against America's
Jake Hammond.

(CROWD ENCOURAGlNG)

UMPlRE:
Quiet, please.

BARRETT: Oh! That was
an almost impossible
passing shot.

Match point.

Well, he seems to be
having trouble getting up

from that awkward tumble
just now.

Peter Colt is clearly in pain.

Shit.

lt's hard to tell.

This could spell disaster
for the man
who's captured the hearts...

Come on, Son,
come on.

Come on,
pick yourself up,
you can do it.

Mr. Colt, are you okay?

Yeah, it's my back.

Can you get up?

Not entirely sure.

One more point, come on.

He can't actually
hear you.

Oh, yes, he can.

This is an eerie echo
of the Tom Cavendish match,
l must say.

Well, he's back on his feet,

but will he be able
to play on?
Oh, yes, he can.

Well, only he knows
how much it's hurting him.

Oh, my God,
the stress.

How does he deal
with it?

How does who
deal with it?

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD EXCLAlMlNG)

PETER: Oh, my back.

My back is killing me.

But remember,
you're one point away
from the Finals.

McENROE: (ECHOlNG)
l'd love to see
an English guy in the Finals,

but give me a break...

PETER:
You remember Australia?

Your shoulder was killing you.
And what did you do then?

All right,
all right, all right!

McENROE: Peter Colt is
the luckiest man in tennis.

PETER: This is gonna hurt.

Game, set, match, Colt.

Colt wins, three sets to love.

6-2, 6-1, 6-3.
Yes!

l knew he could
do it! Oh !

BARRETT:
Peter Colt is through
to the Finals.

Who would have dreamt,
two weeks ago,

that the man
time had forgotten,
who'd all but retired...

Rabbit.
l caught it messing
with your lettuce.

Good man.

Congratulations, Peter.
Can we just do a quickie?

No, not right now.

(PLAYERS APPLAUDlNG)

How did she do?

ARLlYlA:
Just one of those days where
l couldn't do anything wrong

and Lizzie just couldn't
do anything right.

CARlLLO:
That would include
accepting defeat,

which Miss Bradbury
found very difficult today.

Bugger.

Well, it's not as if
she can blame you, is it?

l told you l needed to focus,
to be away from you
for just a few days!

But no, instead you
sneak into my room,

you don't even have
the decency
to spend the night.

l had the earlier start
and l thought you'd want
the extra sleep.

l was some chick
you picked up.

Well, this chick is
going back home
to work on her serve.

Listen, l am sorry
about your match,
l really am.

But please don't go.

Why? Because you need to
screw me before the Finals.

ls that what you think?
That's why you think l'm here?

lt's not?
Really, Peter?

Not even just a little bit?
(TURNS OFF BLENDER)

A-ha, you see!

l know you want me to think
that we're falling in love
or some bullshit,

but the only thing
you fell in love with
this week was winning.

That is absolutely
not true.
(BLENDER WHlRRlNG)

Oh, yes, it is.

And you know what?
l love winning, too.

More than anything,
more than anyone.

(TURNS OFF BLENDER)

Don't say that,
you don't mean it.

l do.

Love means nothing
in tennis, zero.

lt only means you lose.

She's dropping her arm
too soon after the toss.

DlETER:
You must clear your head.
You must forget about her.

Love is shit,
just like she said.

Yeah, he's
absolutely right.

Just ask my
soon-to-be ex-wife.

Ask all my ex-wives.

Thanks for
the words of wisdom, Ron.

Shouldn't you be off
sucking up to Jake?

Yeah, l took care of that
at breakfast.

DlETER: You gave her
a taste of her own medicine.
So what?

You're the one in the Finals.
lt's time to move on.
Same as she would.

l don't want to move. . .
DOCTOR: Feel that?

Ow!
l'll take that as a yes.

Look, l'm not
making any promises,

but if you
keep relatively still,

you should be
in a decent state
for the Finals.

RON: Yes! We got it.

Frito Lay!
What?

You are the new spokesperson
for their brand new chip.

"Surprisingly Zesty,"
it's called.
That's you, pal.

Oh, God, l gotta
get out of here.

No. No way.
You heard the good doctor.

Let's get you
some room service.

l would kill
for another dozen of those. . .

What do you call
those little
cucumber sandwiches?

Cucumber sandwiches.

You Brits have got a name
for everything, huh?

And in other news,
the Kuiper Belt Comet,
Armstrong-Flynn,

finally disappeared
from view today,

after blazing for nearly...

Oh, Jennifer.

(DOG GROWLlNG)

Yeah, all right.
l'm going.

l'm going.

(BARKS)

(WOMAN MOANlNG)

Oh, for God's sake, Carl.

(WOMAN CONTlNUES MOANlNG)

Carl !

(WOMAN EXCLAlMS)

For God's sake, what. . .

Didn't l tell you
always to knock
before entering a room?

Well, it's a bit late now.

You'd better come in
and have some breakfast.

What do you want?
Eggs and soldiers?

Oh, eggs will be fine.

Sit down.

Morning, son.
Where's the Marmite?

(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)

Well, l'm out of
the tree house.

Yeah, you certainly are.

Your mother and l
seem to have found some
common ground at long last.

Oh, really? What's that?

You, Peter.

You're probably aware
that things have been a bit
sticky for the last few. . .

Well, years actually.

The fact is that in the end,
the only thing we shared
was the downstairs toilet.

And she wasn't really
keen on that.

l think what l'm
trying to say is that

we'd forgotten
just what an inspiration
you are to both of us.

That's meant to be
the other way around,
actually, l know, but. . .

And how very proud
we are of you.

(SlGHS)

lt's been a long time
since we've done this.

Too bloody long.

Dad. . .

Hmm?

My back.

Oh, God.

Well, it's been
quite a fortnight,
hasn't it?

Not just for Peter,
but for all of us.

l, for one, will admit,
and that's not a word
l like very much,

but we could all do better
to love and support each other

unconditionally,
without judgment,
without. . .

For God's sake, Carl !

Stop biting your fingernails,
you're not a bloody infant!

Augusta!

You were saying, darling?

Yes, l'm sorry.

l just wanted to
propose a toast.

To the family.
Our family.

lt's a trick.

Our family.
Our family.

Oh, bloody marvelous.

No, darling,
we're bad luck.

lf we came and you lost,
l would never be able to
forgive myself.

l don't believe in luck
anymore.

Listen,

win or lose,
and l can't see how l'm
possibly gonna win,

tomorrow will be my last
professional tennis match.

And l can't imagine
the three of you not
being there, so, please.

So what you're saying is
Jake's the safe bet then?

Good morning, it's Radio One,
it's 7:00. l'm Chris Moyles.

So, today's the day.
lt's the big Finals.

Peter Colt,
what an amazing man.

Who would have thought?
l didn't think
he was gonna do it.

Now l'm starting to think
he could do it.

MAN ON RADlO:
Good morning, everyone.
ВВC London, 94.9.

And it's here,
it is Wimbledon Finals day!

l try to be detached,
l try to be cool,
but l'm carried away.

Come on, Coltie!

Good luck, Mr. Colt.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

(EXHALES)

All the best, Mr. Colt.

Thank you.
(ELEVATOR BELL DlNGS)

Thanks very much.

(PEOPLE CHEERlNG)

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thanks.
Thank you.

Thank you so much.

An Englishman in a Final.
Fantastic.

lf you can win that Cup,
sir, we'd all be so proud.

l'll do my best.

And l don't
even like tennis.

CHAUFFEUR: Ready, sir?

Yeah, l think l am.

BARRETT:
Peter Colt, seen here
in his teens,

has already declared this
to be his last
competitive match.

And what an exit.

Only a matter of days ago,

Colt had become no more than
a fading blip on the radar
of tennis history.

Now he's become
the man who...

Not to add to
the pressure, Peter,

but you know
the entire United Kingdom
is cheering you on today.

Yes.

Well, let's hope
l don't disappoint them.

CARlLLO: Did you have
any realistic hope
two weeks ago,

that you would be here today,
preparing to walk on...

Lizzie, l love you
more than life itself,

but l can't turn off every
goddamn television set
in the United Kingdom.

l'm going for a walk.

Flight boards
in half an hour.

CARlLLO:
What do you attribute
this remarkable run to?

You were supposed to
make a very early exit.

Well, I had a bit of luck
against Tom Cavendish
in the Quarters.

And l played
a more focused game...

...a more passionate game.
Uh...

But l suppose
the real answer to
your question is...

Well, love, really.

Love of the game?

Yeah, love of the game.

Listen, you may have read
about Lizzie Bradbury
and myself being

involved, so to speak.

l'd like to
take this opportunity to
set the record straight.

l read the papers
this morning,

and they seem to imply
that Lizzie had let me down
in some way.

That's just not the case.

The truth is
l let her down.

l let her down
and for that l'll
always be truly sorry.

WOMAN ON PA:
Would all passengers
please have

their boarding passes ready,

as boarding
will commence shortly.

Listen, I'm not in the habit
of pouring my heart out
on television.

Not really in the habit
of pouring my heart out
at all.

Lizzie, sweetheart,
there's something l think
you ought to see.

l'm seeing it.

So if this comes out wrong,
forgive me.

Lizzie Bradbury.
Lizzie is the reason
that l'm here today.

That's all l really
came here to say,
so thank you.

CARlLLO:
Thank you, Peter.

l have a new theory
of our life of tennis.

Tell me.

Well, it's simple, really.

You hit the ball back
over the net

as hard and as deep

and as often as possible.

Sorry to disturb
you, Peter.

The members have
invited you to use
the Number 1 dressing room.

Oh, no, thank you, Danny.

l think l'd
rather stay here.

Right.

That's what l told them
you'd say.

(EXHALES)

Good luck, my friend.

McENROE: ln a few minutes,
Colt and Hammond
will be making the walk

through the tunnel
onto Centre Court.

A little stroll, Chrissie,
that l'm sure you'd agree

is about
the number one highlight
of a tennis player's career.

EVERT:
Except for the butterflies
l always felt, absolutely.

RON: No, he can't just
wear the hat.

No, because we don't have
an endorsement deal,
that's why.

Well, then,
he knows the number.

DANNY: Peter?

(SlGHS)

l tried to warn you
about her.

By the way,
how's the weak back?

lt's fine, thanks.

How's the weak mind?

DANNY: Gentlemen.

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

Fuck a duck.

Jake Hammond has been on
an absolute tear.

He's lost only one set
this entire tournament.

And look who
he's had to beat.
Hewitt, Federer.

Well, with the exception of
Dragomir and Tom Cavendish,

Colt's road to this Final
has been a relative pushover.

McENROE: That's right,
but he's played
some great tennis.

But my guess here
is that he's more than
a little overmatched today.

First set.
Hammond to serve.

DlETER: Come on, Peter.

(WHlSTLES)

l gotta go.

Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

Ready?

Play.

(CROWD EXCLAlMS
DlSAPPOlNTEDLY)

1 5-love.

Yes, thanks,
l'll be needing that.

(ALL LAUGHlNG)

He said, "Thanks,
l'll be needing that."

Quiet, please.

(CROWD EXCLAlMlNG)

UMPlRE: 30-love.

30-love.

EVERT: That poor kid.

He was on the receiving end
of one of the fastest
recorded serves

in professional tennis.

1 44 miles per hour.

McENROE:
Well, we certainly hope
he's all right.

lt reminds me
how lucky l was.

Chrissie, l ball-boyed
in the old days

when they used wood rackets
and things were a lot slower.

PETER: Oh, you bastard.

lt's one thing
to humiliate me,

but you didn't have to
mess with the boy.

Now you're going down,
you bastard.

Oh !

Or maybe not.

UMPlRE: Colt to serve.

Love-15.

Love-40.

Game, Hammond.

40-love.

Game and first set, Hammond.

30-love.

Game, Hammond.

New balls, please.

Love-15.

Hammond leads,
five games to two.

Game, Hammond.

Love-30.

1 5-30.

(CROWD EXCLAlMlNG)

1 5-40.

EVERT:
Peter Colt finds himself
once again at break point.

(THUNDER RUMBLlNG)

He really can't afford to
go down another break
this early in the third set.

He seems completely lost
out there, John.

McENROE:
Lost and confused.

We may be witnessing
the near total collapse
of a player's game.

At a moment like this,
Chrissie, you have to wonder,

what the hell is
going through
Peter Colt's mind?

PETER: Please, God,
please make it end.

Game, Hammond.
Play suspended.

What are you doing, lad?
Get in here!

lt ain't over
till the handshake, lad.

You know what, Danny,
l'm not really in the mood
for a pep talk right now.

Well, you better
get ready for one.

Hi.

l thought you'd gone.

Yeah. Me, too.

Having a tough day?

Well, you know.
Disastrous.

Except for the fact that
you didn't go gooey
when the ball boy got hit.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Why are you British
apologizing all the time?

Don't apologize to me,
l love you.

Apologize to the people
who are rooting for you
out there.

What did you say?

l said that the whole country
has been waiting. . .

No, no, the other bit.

l said l love you.

See, that's
very good news.

l thought l was alone
in the love department.

Well, it turns out
you've got company.

l am so sorry.

lf you say sorry
one more time,

you're gonna be sorry.
l meant about the other night.

Shh ! Stop it.

Forget about that.

This is about you.

Go out there
and decide who you are.

And who might that be?

That might be a winner.

Please be patient,
Mr. Hammond.
Please sit down.

BARRETT:
The question is,
where's Peter Colt?

Did he flee the building
with the rain?

l think he's
in the lavatory.

lsn't that
a comfort break?

ls it?
Yes. They are allowed one.

Perhaps he's got
a gippy tummy.

So, if he doesn't
come back. . .

He's gonna lose.

Of course
l wanna win, l do.

But he's just
better than me.

No, he's not.

Two sets down,
my back is killing me.

You'll play
through the pain.

l'm too tired.
My legs are like lead.

Find a second wind.
lt's what winners do.

His serve is unstoppable.

No, it's not,
it's a bundle of tells.

What?

His serve, it's like a book,
you just have to know
how to read it.

l really don't care
who wins. l mean,
l represent both players.

lt's like asking me
which one of my kids
l love more.

Which one of my kids
do l love more?

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

My daughter.
l'll talk to you later.

McENROE:
Well, Peter Colt is back.
Let's hope he's better.

So far, this match
has been a blowout.

Yeah, Pete! Peter!

Ladies and gentlemen,
as play resumes,

Hammond leads
two sets to love
and one game to love.

Hammond to serve.

Play.

LlZZlE: lf he bounces the ball
once, instead of twice,

he's going for the body.

lf he shifts back
on his left heel
and shows you his toe,

it means he's hitting deep.

McENROE: Colt sure seemed
to have Hammond's number
on that one, Chrissie,

which is a good sign
if he's going to climb out
of the giant hole

he's dug himself.

Ouch ! Are you all right?

Yes.

Welcome back.

Same to you, sir.

Station ident
ready to roll.

Eight.

Top of your shot,
we got a visitor.

John, did you see
who just came in?

McENROE: That will give
an immediate adrenaline burst.

Yes!
Whoo!

He did it, Chrissie,
he pulled out the set.

Oh !

Yes!

(CROWD EXCLAlMS)

EVERT:
After a great comeback
in the third set,

Colt's game has leveled

and he and Jake Hammond
are even at 5-all
in this tiebreak.

So, John,
this next point is crucial

if Colt wants to
keep this comeback alive.
Come on, Peter!

McENROE: Okay,
5-5 in the breaker.

Here we go.

(CROWD EXCLAlMS)

UMPlRE: 6-5, Hammond.

McENROE: Jake Hammond
is up 6-2 in the tiebreaker

and has finally gotten himself
a Championship point.

This could be the final point
of Peter Colt's pro career

right here, right now.

UMPlRE: Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

McENROE: This could
be it, Chrissie.

PETER: If his heel moves left,
he's going right.

Or is it the toss?
Yes, if he tosses high, it...

Oh, sod it!

UMPlRE: 6-all.

McENROE: lncredible point.

l'm doing a complete 1 80
on Peter Colt.

This is amazing persistence
from the journeyman player.

l was already thinking about
getting to the airport.

We may be going
to a fifth set.

If I was Jake Hammond,
l'd want to close
this thing out right now.

The last thing he wants
is another set

with the momentum going
in the other direction.

Okay, first one
to win by two.

(CROWD ENCOURAGlNG)

UMPlRE: Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

(CROWD EXCLAlMS)

7-6, Colt.

McENROE: Wow, a double fault.

Now it looks like
Hammond is the one
who's getting tight.

Peter Colt now has set point
to force
a fifth and deciding set.

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

Oh ! Give us
a goddamn break!

(PHONE CONTlNUES RlNGlNG)

UMPlRE: Please.
Switch off all mobile phones.
Thank you.

Yeah?

(CROWD CHEERlNG)

McENROE: Unbelievable!
We're gonna play five!

Yes!

Peter Colt. . .

(MAN SPEAKlNG
FORElGN LANGUAGE)

After a disastrous start,
Peter Colt has battled back. . .

(ALL CHATTERlNG)

UMPlRE: Game, Colt.

Peter Colt.

UMPlRE: Game, Colt.

Colt leads,
five games to four.

Final set.

EVERT: Well, Colt has
broken Jake Hammond.

And after this changeover,
he's gonna be serving
for the Wimbledon title.

McENROE: Listen, an hour ago,
l didn't think

he'd find anybody
to give him a ride home.

No question, John.
And now
it's all up to him.

I mean,
he's finally got a chance
to serve out the match.

UMPlRE: Time.

Break you right back,
asshole.

McENROE:
Did you see that?

That is some
definite gamesmanship
from Jake Hammond.

Come on, Peter.

UMPlRE: 15-love.

Come on !

EVERT: Peter Colt is now
three points away
from winning Wimbledon.

PETER: One point
at a time, Peter.
One point at a time.

lt's just another point,
it's just another point.

Like hell it is!

You could be
the champion of Wimbledon.

Which means
you wouldn't have to take
the pro job, for starters.

You could buy a new place,
redecorate.

Lizzie could help with that.

God knows what taste she has.

Oh, shut up,
you silly ponce!

UMPlRE: 30-love.

McENROE: Make that
two points away, Chrissie.

UMPlRE:
Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

PETER: Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Come on, Pete.

(CROWD EXCLAlMlNG)

UMPlRE: 30-15.

MAN:
You've got him, Jake.

McENROE:
Chrissie, we talked about

Colt's reputation in the past
as a choker
when it comes to big points.

Well this is
primo choke time.

l wouldn't be surprised
if Colt got real tight now.

Thank you.
lt's my fault.

PETER:
Don't choke. Don't choke.
Don't choke. Don't choke.

Please don't choke.
Please don't choke.
Don't choke.

l'm not gonna choke, damn it.

UMPlRE: 40-15.

Peter!

McENROE:
Can you believe it?

Peter Colt is serving
at Championship point.

UMPlRE: Quiet, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

PETER: Championship point.

Right then.

Out!

UMPlRE: 40-30.
EVERT: l don't believe it!

That was a terrible call
for Colt.
No!

What the hell?

What?

Look at the chalk fly,
the ball was definitely in.

lt was on the line!

l'd be torching the stadium
about now.

Excuse me.
The ball was good.

UMPlRE: 40-30.

Oh, come on,
the ball was good,
chalk flew up.

The whole stadium saw it.

l don't know
if you've noticed,

but it's quite
an important point.

That's too close
for me to overrule.

Please resume play.

Absolutely not.
l'm not playing on.
lt's complete bollocks!

Absolutely bollocks!

UMPlRE: Code violation.
lt was in !

Unsportsmanlike conduct.
Warning, Mr. Colt.

CROWD: (CHANTlNG)
ln ! ln ! ln !

Oh, my. . .

ln ! ln ! ln !

EVERT:
Okay, here we go.

Peter Colt has
a second chance now
to win the Championship.

McENROE:
The question is,
can he do it?

After a call like that,
a lot of players,
including yours truly,

would have a hard time
getting back in the mindset.

Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.

(CROWD EXCLAlMlNG)

EVERT: That serve
wasn't even close.

McENROE:
And it wasn't fast either.

AUGUSTA:
...believe you to be
a truly great tennis player.

EDWARD:
l'm totally disappointed.

PETER: Stop it. Stop it.

You have to stop it.

Now.

(HEARTBEAT ECHOlNG)

(CROWD lNAUDlBLE)

(CROWD CHEERlNG)
Yes!

McENROE:
He's done it!
He has done it!

The journeyman has won!
A wild card entry.

Ranked 1 1 9th in the world.
Now Champion of Wimbledon!

(CROWD CHEERlNG LOUDLY)

Call Letterman,
call Leno, call Oprah,
call Kimmel.

There you go.
Thank you.

McENROE:
lt's utter pandemonium here.

l've never seen
anything like this
in my life.

The Brits finally
have a winner.

What's wrong with you?
You bet on Jake?

l put it all on you, bro.

Can l retire now, Mum?

Certainly not!
Augusta!

Well done, Son.

l love you.

EVERT: He seems to be
looking for somebody else.

McENROE:
l think the whole world
knows who he's looking for.

There's so much
l wanna say to you.

l'm not going anywhere.

Oh, yes, you are.

You're going
a long, long way.

PETER: Nothing could possibly
match that moment.

lt's everything
you wait a lifetime for.

That dream, finally come true.

What else could ever
come close?

Except this, maybe.

l did take a job at a club.

But teaching
young kids like my own,
not old ladies.

(EXCLAlMS)
And l love it.

l beat you !
l beat you !

Rubbish ! The ball was in,
it was. . . Ow!

Well, most of the time.

You see, a part of me
was always afraid
that my life would be over

if l wasn't playing tennis.

But the truth is,

it was really just beginning.

Oh, and by the way,
Lizzie did win
the US Open and Wimbledon.

Twice.