Bloody Tennis (2026) Movie Script
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 crme 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.
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 crme 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.