Perfect Match (2024) Movie Script
1
Thank you all
so much for showing up
in such big numbers
on such short notice.
Now please, settle in,
quiet down.
Yes, all the camera teams
please come to the front.
All the way to the front for the
camera teams. Yes, thank you.
Uh, no, no, no, no.
Uh, keep the eye clear, please.
No, sit. Thank you.
-No, thank you.
-Then we're ready to start.
Thank you.
Now, without any further ado,
I'd like to ask you
to please welcome
the most outstanding female
tennis player of all time,
the one and only Steffi Graf.
Run! Steffi! Come!
Beinarbeit! Beinarbeit!
Beinarbeit!
Come, Stefanie. Come!
Come on,
move your ass, Andre.
You're sleepwalking!
Harder! Hit harder!
Hit harder!
Get up! Play!
-Come on, get up!
-These shoes are stupid!
The feet hurt terrible!
You're such a crybaby!
When I was your age,
I didn't even have shoes!
Just wear it and see
for yourself. I'll show you.
Turn the dragon back on, dad!
Switch it on now!
After more
than three years at number one,
Steffi Graf did drop
from that number one ranking
just two weeks
before the tournament.
And we can see it
in her performance.
She's kind of lacking
the 100% confidence
she normally radiates
on the court.
Of course, she's a big champion
and she still has her...
Yeah, look at this,
she has her forehand,
this incredible weapon. Wow!
There's surely nobody
who plays it like Steffi.
Mind you, he shaped her
to be a champion,
Peter Graf, seen here
with his trademark grumpy face.
Feels like a hammock.
Why, you said 27.
-It's not 27.
-Of course it is.
You say 27, I do 27.
Okay, I'll show you.
What a clown.
Why, good morning. Yeah.
Good morning. How you doing?
Look at her.
She's such a robot.
- Robot?
- Yeah.
She never gets tired,
never laughs, never cries.
She got no sense of humor.
What does that make her
if not a robot?
-German.
-Yeah.
A German robot. Even worse.
You know, I strung
the rackets for all of them, uh.
Borg, Connors, McEnroe,
uh, you name it.
Et voila. I told you.
No, I told you.
I said 27, not 26.9.
Nobody can feel the difference.
-Nobody?
-Nobody.
Well, then nobody says
you haven't got a clue.
And nobody's pissed off and
nobody wants you to do it again,
but this time make it 27,
2-7.
It's match point Steffi Graf
and second serve
Sabine Appelmans.
Oh, strong winds
on the center court today.
A really tense situation now
for Appelmans.
Ah, a weak serve
to Steffi Graf's forehand.
And there's another
blasting forehand winner.
That's it for Steffi Graf.
She moves on
to the quarterfinals
with a 6-2, 6-1 victory over
Sabine Appelmans of Belgium.
Amazing.
There has been a mix-up
in the schedule.
Two players were given
the same time slot, I'm afraid.
This is incredible.
Mistakes happen, unfortunately.
Not in my world.
Well, then we have to think
about a joint press conference.
Together with whom?
Ms. Graf, after 186
consecutive weeks at number one,
more than
any other player before,
some Yugoslavian kid
just pops out of nowhere
and kicks you off your throne.
Monica Seles
is not just some kid.
She's a fantastic player
and I appreciate
the competition with her.
But how did it feel?
That's sports, I guess.
I would be furious.
- At least I'd admit it.
- Yeah, but to know that...
You would have to become
number one first.
Andre, are you boycotting
Wimbledon again this year?
Uh, I'm just not into
their prissy white outfits,
simple as that.
I don't need no one to tell me
what to wear.
Steffi, what do you think
about that?
Maybe I shouldn't say this
here in Paris, but to me
there's nothing greater
than winning Wimbledon.
But, of course,
I respect Andre's position,
even though I think
white could be an improvement.
So you're not a fan
of Andre's style?
Um, what do you mean?
We practically have
the same hairdo.
No, but seriously, um, to me
Andre is the purest ball striker
in all of tennis.
I learn something
every time I watch him play.
-You're learning from me?
-Why not?
I watched a couple
of raw beginners the other day
and even learned from them.
And what do you learn
from beginners?
Mm... how much fun they had.
Andre,
what can you learn from Steffi?
Me?
Uh, I guess...
how to win Wimbledon.
Does that mean you will
reconsider your boycott?
Ja.
You were so wrong.
-About what?
-Steffi. She's funny.
Funnier than you,
that's for sure.
Oh, Steffi.
Danke.
Steffi...
Thank you.
Hey, guys, it's good to be here.
-Nice to see you all.
-Andre, Andre!
Andre, over here.
Andre, over here.
Andre, Andre. How do you feel?
I feel better. I'm
excited, I'm ready for this.
- Did you bring white pants?
- I sure did.
-How do you rate your chances?
-Well, I'm here to win.
- Is that realistic?
- Why wouldn't it be?
Well, just, uh, playing on grass
is something else.
The ball bounces differently,
the serve...
-Are you playing or am I?
-You, of course.
Exactly. Okay, so leave it to
me. As I said, I'm here to win.
Ms. Graf, are you ready
for your next Wimbledon title?
Oh, my God. Keisha!
- Uh...
- How long has it been?
Oh, I don't know,
like, five years.
-Are you gonna play again?
-Oh, my God, no.
I ran over to the evil side.
I'm a journo now.
What?
-I really missed you.
-Me, too.
-Should we go for dinner? Yeah?
-Yeah.
Let me talk to my father.
Papa?
Do you remember Keisha?
I lost against her
at the finals at...
-Uh, US Open Juniors.
-Yes.
Yes, uh, I do remember that.
Um, I thought
I could grab dinner
with her
while you have your meeting.
Uh, nice meeting you.
You know a place
where nobody would see us?
How about my place?
-Yeah?
-Yes. Let's do this.
We just have to be quick.
Andre, have you ever thought
of playing in the doubles event?
Look, I-I need to get some rest
now. Thank you very much.
Hey, guys,
give him some privacy, okay?
Hey, hey!
What the fucking hell?
Come on.
Just one more question, sir!
What the fuck?
- Over here!
- Andre. Andre!
Fuck.
These are mock-ups
of how the campaign could look.
- Mm-hmm.
- What do you think?
Nice. I like it.
I'm glad you feel
that way, Mr. Graf,
because your financial
expectations have been robust,
to say the least.
You want the best,
you pay the price.
Steffi isn't number one anymore.
She will be again, very soon.
If you're so sure,
I'll recommend that we pay
what you're asking for
on one condition,
that Steffi becomes
number one again this season.
- No problem.
- Mr. Graf.
We'd prefer
making the deal through
one of our daughter companies
on the Virgin Islands.
Makes things easier for us
in the UK.
That sounds like tax evasion.
Well, that's a nasty word.
To us
it's standard practice.
But we will be willing
to offer you an additional 10%.
Twenty-five percent.
Twenty percent.
Twenty-five percent.
If your dad could see you now.
Steffi, bad, bad girl.
Okay, I need to know everything.
What about romance?
You seeing someone?
Steffi, you know
there are players on the tour
who'd literally die for you.
Mn-mn.
No tennis players, please.
Wait.
Look.
"Photos by Keisha Hill." Wow.
Congratulations.
-It's not about that, come on.
The guy, look at him.
He's a racing driver.
He's single and German.
Ah, I don't know, I'm not a fan
of arranged marriages.
Nobody says
you have to marry him.
-Mm.
-Mn-mn. No, you keep it.
I'll give him a call. Name is
Michael, just so you know.
Oh, come on, he's cute.
But that mustache?
Fuck.
-What? What's going on?
-He doesn't wanna play.
-Where is he?
-He's in the bathroom.
- Open the door!
- Go away!
Don't be such a wimp!
Leave me alone.
Mike, let Philly handle this.
Come on. Come on.
-You're such a failure.
-Hey.
Don't worry about it.
We'll take care of it.
Is dad gone?
Yeah, th-they're both gone.
I'm so terrified,
I can't even breathe.
I fucking hate tennis.
I already know what they're
gonna be saying about me.
Hm. Rock star of tennis.
All in white for the very first
time, here at Wim...
Wait, what's that?
Oh, there's a brown spot
on his backside.
Huh! Yeah.
Andre Agassi shat his pants,
center court. What a loser.
-You wanna withdraw?
-Yeah.
But I can't.
The rock star
of tennis, all in white
for the very first time
here at Wimbledon.
David Wheaton
with a very strong serve
and volley performance.
- Fuck!
- 30, 15.
I always had my doubts
whether Agassi
could pull it off,
but this is turning out
to be a real debacle.
Game to Mr. Wheaton.
Warning, Mr. Agassi.
Racket abuse.
What? He did the same thing
in the first set.
Why do I get the warning?
Fuck!
We are seeing
a devastated Andre Agassi
turning to his bench, looking
for support, but I don't think
he has it in him
to turn this match around.
David Wheaton
serving for the match now.
He goes out
to Andre Agassi's backhand,
and a crisp backhand volley
by the end of Andre Agassi's
first appearance
here at Wimbledon.
Fuck.
Where's dad?
He left.
Back to the hotel?
Back to Vegas.
Oh. Well,
let's go out and get wasted.
Okay. Well, well, at least wanna
take a shower and change?
Nah.
Okay.
Wow!
Yeah.
-Fuck Wimbledon. Yeah, man.
-Fuck Wimbledon.
Fuck tennis!
Steffi Graf is the queen
of Wimbledon again,
winning
her third Wimbledon title
defeating Gabriela Sabatini
in the final.
You heard?
The German robot did it again.
Steffi!
Tonight's the championship ball
and you're so not invited.
Yup. That's exactly why
we should go.
And it was
my great-great-great-grandfather
William John
Cavendish-Scott-Bentinck,
the fifth duke of Portland
and Marquess of Titchfield,
of course, who actually planted
that very quince tree out there
in the same year that Napo--
Uh, excuse me.
Sorry.
Unless you can show me
a proper invitation, sir,
I don't see myself authorized
to grant--
My ass!
Would you at least
see yourself authorized
to graciously grant me access
and answer nature's call
in your very shithouse?
Regretfully, sir,
that won't be possible either.
And now I need to ask you
to leave the premises.
Otherwise, I might see myself
forced to seek security.
And don't worry, I'm beating it,
looks friggin' boring
in there anyways.
Anybody wanna join? Bring booze.
- Well...
- Come on, man.
-Get out of my way. Come on.
-Hey.
What are you doing, man, huh?
You know who that is?
That's Andre Agassi, huh?
He's gonna be world number one.
That's right.
Remember the name,
you English clown.
I haven't got time for you now,
sir. Have a good evening.
Yeah, your hat looks stupid.
Stupid!
Hey, buddy.
Just you and me now.
Hey, Steffi.
Hi, Andre.
What are you doing here?
Great.
Having a bad day?
No, well,
I'm having a bad life.
You have no idea
how boring it is in there.
So, thanks for saving me.
You know, you seem different
from what I imagined.
I thought
you were just a stuck-up German
no-nonsense tennis robot,
train-and-win.
I am.
I guess
I need to be reprogrammed.
Mm-hmm. Right.
But you're also quite different
from the impression you give.
Really? Why, how do I seem?
Like, show off, poser.
Yeah.
Full of yourself
with an I-give-a-shit attitude.
Well, not entirely wrong,
after all.
If you could pick a place
where you want to be right now,
anywhere
in the entire universe...
Well, surprisingly, I'm...
happy right here, right now.
How about you?
Rome.
Rome?
I just love Rome.
- Steffi?
- Shit. I've gotta go.
No. Go? Wait, wait.
Let's get away, let's...
And-and fly to Rome.
-Yeah, some other time.
-Or go dancing.
- I wanna dance with you.
- You're drunk.
Well, some things
can't be denied, but...
Well, if you win the tournament
next year,
we can dance
the winners' waltz.
-There's a winners' waltz?
-For almost 100 years.
Stefanie.
Oh.
Steffi!
Mama...
- Danke.
- Oh.
Okay, guys, listen up,
we're on air in ten, nine,
eight, seven,
six, five, four, three,
two, one.
Welcome back to the show,
everybody.
1992, it's another year
at Wimbledon,
but some things
never seem to change.
You mean
the strawberries with cream
or Steffi Graf
winning round after round?
Well, both, actually,
but there are
some things
that have changed entirely.
Andre Agassi, for example. He's
on a winning streak this year.
And to me, he seems
like a totally different player.
That's why we're so happy to
receive his longtime coach and
good friend, Nick Bollettieri.
How are you, my friend?
-Hi, Nelson, Grace.
-Hi, Nick.
So tell us, what's the secret
behind Andre's success
this year? What's the magic?
Actually,
there's no magic involved.
Just a lot of hard work
and learnings from last year.
Most of all, we changed
Andre's position on the court.
Last year
he was about nine feet
behind the baseline
on his return.
But this year he stands
right on the baseline,
immediately controlling
the game,
even on his opponent's serve.
How does that change
his match plan?
He's more proactive, making sure
he's the one calling the shots.
You gotta be proactive,
you gotta
be the one calling the shots.
No, I just don't know
how to do that.
Well, you're gonna have to take
some risk, Andre.
Just-just go to her,
talk to her.
I mean, you need
to tell her that--
That I'm madly in love with her
after one conversation,
drunk as a skunk?
-Yeah.
-She's gonna think I'm a creep.
Okay, uh, let's-let's try
something, all right?
Um, I'll be Steffi.
You talk to me.
-What? No way.
-Yeah, of course. Come on.
It'll be like training,
back and forth. It's easy.
Just, just talk to me.
I mean, Steffi.
What's the matter with you?
You can't just tap her on
the shoulder. She's not a dude.
Again.
Hey-hey, Steffi.
-What?
-You drop that idiotic smile.
Again.
Hi, Steffi. I-it's me, Andre.
Do you remember me?
No, I suffered a stroke
and I lost all my memory.
Who are you again?
Andre Agassi.
Of course she remembers you.
God, you're such a moron.
This doesn't make sense.
Let's go for dinner.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, man, pizza again?
-I love pizza.
-Oh, come on.
Hey, hey, hey.
She's on her own.
Her father's not here.
-Yeah, this is your chance.
-Ah, I don't know, man.
-Thank you.
-Yeah, come on, come on.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go.
Oh.
Steffi.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Uh, well,
I-I just saw you at reception
and, uh, I, I was thinking that,
uh, you know, that it's so nice
to see you. Um...
A-and, and I thought
maybe we could do something
sometime.
I mean, like,
some kind of activity.
Like what?
I don't know, like, uh...
Sports?
Sure. Great idea.
Y-y-you happen to,
you happen to do any sports?
Mm, I play tennis
every now and then.
Wow, me, too. Um...
Maybe we should play some tennis
one day.
Okay, but you better watch out.
I'm pretty good at it. So
you might get your ass kicked.
I'd love that.
Don't we have an appointment
for the weekend anyways?
Winners' waltz. Right.
You remember.
How could I forget?
Okay.
Hollywood couldn't have
scripted it better.
The women's final brings us
the ultimate showdown.
Defending champion Steffi Graf
facing her arch rival,
Monica Seles.
The bookies were offering
odds of a 187 to 1
for Andre Agassi
to win this tournament.
But he has done the impossible
and reached the final,
facing service monster
Goran Ivanisevic of Croatia.
Aggressive
forehand return by Agassi.
Another amazing passing shot.
Backhand down the line.
-Fantastic performance.
-Come on!
Match point Steffi Graf.
Can she take
her fourth Wimbledon title?
Monica Seles serving
to stay in the match.
A good return by Steffi.
She plays a forehand,and
Monica Seles can't get to it!
Steffi Graf is the old
and new champion
here at Wimbledon,
defending her title
against Monica Seles
in a truly unique fashion.
A joyful Peter Graf.
And ladies and gentlemen,
this young German,
she might very well
be the most complete, yes,
the most outstanding female
tennis player of all time.
I really didn't think
he had it in him,
but this young American,
this rebel of tennis,
has proved us all wrong.
And now it's match point
Andre Agassi.
Oh, what a miss!
What an easy backhand volley
missed by Goran Ivanisevic!
And in utter disbelief,
Andre Agassi
falls to the ground,
sobbing, heavily sobbing.
Yes, he has done
the impossible.
Nobody expected this
before the tournament.
Nobody thought
that this was possible,
maybe not even Andre Agassi
himself, but he is the winner.
Here at the Holy Grail
of tennis,
he is the winner in Wimbledon.
Oh, what a beautiful scene
of sportsmanship now
between Goran Ivanisevic
and Andre Agassi
who is celebrating his victory
in front of
a frantically cheering crowd.
You know
how to dance a waltz?
Uh, yeah, kinda.
What do you think?
Wow. Um, great.
She'll be impressed,
I'm sure.
Okay, now show me
how to dance a waltz.
-Why?
-There's this tradition.
Uh, the winners' waltz.
I'll be dancing with Steffi.
And you're starting
to learn now?
Mm, better late than never.
Okay, give me your hand and then
this one, put that one there
and then straight back
and look her in the eye.
-Okay? Yeah.
-Okay.
Agassi Dance Studios.
Hi, dad.
Uh, yeah, he's right here.
Uh, hang on, I'll-I'll put
him on speaker, hang on.
Hey, dad.
What the hell happened?
That fourth set was a disaster.
You played like a total wimp.
Um, I won the fifth, though.
Just barely.
But my ass, you did it, son.
You freaking did it.
-I'm proud of you.
-Thanks, dad.
But we'll talk about
that fourth set
when you're back.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks so much.
Welcome to the Champions' Ball,
Mr. Agassi.
And congratulations.
Wow, you again, huh?
You know what?
I think I forgot my invite.
-Please.
-Andre! Andre! Over here!
-Good to see you.
-Sir, sir, this way!
Mr. Agassi!
Over here, please. All
right! Look here. Big smile.
All right. Hold that cup.
Hold the cup. All right, higher.
Little bit higher, please.
- Great.
- Hey, Steffi! It's Steffi!
Steffi!
Do this together.
Get in there.
Come on.
Turn here. Look here, Steffi.
And congratulations.
Fantastic match.
Thank you.
Look this way, please.
Both smile. Thank you.
Thank you very much. Yeah, yeah.
Ho-hold-hold it a little bit...
You guys want Steffi
on her own as well?
Steffi! Steffi!
Come on.
With your boyfriend.
- Michael.
- Steffi, where is Michael?
Can we take a picture
with you two guys?
- Yes, thank you. Thank you.
- All right.
- How about a kiss?
- A kiss.
Lovely girl.
Awesome.
Sorry, man.
-Do me a favor.
-Yeah?
Find whoever is in charge
and cancel the waltz.
Sure.
Andre?
Andre?
- Andre?
- Coming.
Not bad, huh?
Drop-dead gorgeous. Who is she?
Have you been locked up in a
basement for the last ten years?
If that's what you call
marriage, yeah.
-What do you think?
-Out of your league.
Her name's Brooke Shields.
Studied at Princeton.
She's an actress shooting a
movie in South Africa right now.
-Nice.
-But I've got her fax number.
-What are you gonna do?
-Send her a fax.
How romantic.
In fact,
I've sent her a fax
every single day
for the last six weeks.
- Action!
- Every single day.
Uh, excuse me, Ms. Shields. Uh,
there's another fax for you.
Just came in right now.
And I will keep sending
her a fax every day
until I finally get to meet
her. And then we'll be dating.
Or she'll get
a restraining order
against you for stalking her.
Well, she'll be back on Saturday
and then we'll see.
And for the record,
you're a horrible person.
That's why you love me.
Oh, man.
Hey, Brooke.
Andre. It's Andre.
She knows you're Andre, Andre.
Hey, Brooke,
you look more gorgeous
than I had imagined.
Come on, Andre.
You can do better than that.
You're a champ.
You're a champ.
Just relax. Just relax.
Hey!
You're a very strange man,
Andre Agassi.
We've never met.
And you sent me 73 faxes
to this day.
Seventy three.
And you know
what the strangest part is?
I really...
really liked it.
Oh, my...
Oh, my God.
I honestly didn't know
that was even possible.
I'm sorry, but... you're not
gonna be able to play
any tennis tournaments
in the future.
Why?
Because I am gonna keep you
here with me in bed
forever and ever.
Mm-hmm.
Oh. Ah. I love cold pizza.
-Mm.
-Fuck!
Ninety-three messages?
-I think I gotta--
-Get back to life?
Yeah.
Well, maybe
I should shower first.
Mm.
Well, this is it.
Oh, my God.
You've gotta be kidding me.
Pretty cool, huh?
This is the house of a very
immature man with no girlfriend
who's trying to compensate
with typical boy stuff.
-Really?
-Mm-hmm.
-What about Cape Cod?
-Mm, God, no.
It's so boring.
Yeah. Actually, you're right.
Disney World?
Huh? Really?
-I'm kidding.
-Ah.
Where would you like to go,
Andre Kirk Agassi?
The bedroom.
Seriously now.
I am serious.
First we gotta decide
where we're gonna go.
Wherever you choose right now,
that's where we're going.
Rome.
Rome?
Never been.
Always wanted to go.
Well, Rome it is, then.
Hey!
Listen, can you go back there
and pick up the balls?
I'll be ready in a minute, okay?
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
Gettin' ready.
For what?
Are you kidding? For training.
I was waiting for you
right here yesterday,
the day before yesterday
and the day before that as well.
And I called you,
left messages, many of 'em.
So, what you're gonna do
is take your stuff and go
and don't come back.
Nick, I-I didn't--
We had a good run, Andre,
but we're done.
Nick, come on.
Nick, come on!
You don't want me
to coach you.
Why not?
Because I'll make you bust your
ass so hard,
you'll curse the day you met me.
That's exactly
what I'm lookin' for.
-What about Brooke?
-What about her?
I don't wanna waste
my time, Andre.
If you wanna whoop it up
with Brooke
and her Hollywood friends,
it's not for me.
You don't need to worry.
Tennis comes first.
Brooke knows that.
Good.
Let's start tomorrow, then.
Well, um, um, Brooke and I,
we've got a small trip planned,
just a week or so.
But after that, I'm all yours.
Come on.
All right.
Perfect.
It's beautiful.
Andre, come look.
It's incredible!
Wow.
Isn't it amazing?
It's amazing. Yeah.
Oh, my, there's a terrace?
Life is good.
Mm.
It's perfect.
I mean, can you believe
this city
is over 2000 years old?
-It's incredible.
-I know.
I just can't find
the name of the street.
Andre, I think
that piazza should be
just around this corner.
- Andre, look!
- Coming.
This piazza is beautiful!
Don't move. Just like that.
Just like that.
You look amazing.
One more.
One more. Keep smiling.
Look at that smile.
Am I a lucky man or what?
I'm the luckiest man
in the world!
Yeah, smile. We're happy.
Come on.
Okay.
Okay, a silly pose,
just for me.
No one's gonna see this but me.
This is just our photo, promise.
Do you want me to take a picture
of the both of you?
Steffi?
-Well...
-Hi, Andre.
Uh, uh...
Uh...
Hey, sweetie, look who it is.
It's Steffi Graf.
-Oh, my God!
-Steffi Graf.
You gotta be kidding me.
Uh, Brooke, Steffi.
Steffi, Brooke.
So nice to meet you.
What are you doing here?
Well, someone once told me Rome
was a great place to be, so...
Well, yeah, I mean, I told him
it's the most beautiful city
in the world, right?
Is that so?
-Are you here all by yourself?
-Uh, no, no.
My, my boyfriend
is waiting in a restaurant.
Perfect. Why don't we all
have lunch together?
-Sure. Yeah.
-Sure. Yeah.
-That's hilarious.
-No, but I'm serious.
The day before a big tournament,
I need to go to a museum.
I need the quietness
and being by myself.
And the more absurd the museum,
the better.
And there are
some crazy museums.
Like, unbelievable stuff.
Like what?
I've been to a banana museum,
a toilet paper museum,
a penis and a vagina museum,
and there's even a fart museum.
Michael, I'm thinking
about starting a support group
for victims of tennis nerdism.
-Do you wanna join?
-P-pardon?
This guy talks about nothing
else but tennis night and day,
24-7, 365. You know what I mean?
-Brooke, sweetie, I really--
-Uh-uh-uh. Zip it up, young man.
Now the victims are talking.
Um, I approve, I think there's
nobody in the whole entire world
who knows better
what you're talking about.
- Oh.
- I-I find, I...
Sometimes I just might be
so brainwashed by now
that I forgot that life
without tennis is even possible.
Oh, my God, I finally have
a companion! That feels so good!
You know what,
the other day she told me,
"If I see someone play tennis,
I immediately know
what kind of person that is,
because tennis
reveals the soul."
That is totally something
Andre would say.
Maybe they won't call.
Don't say that.
They have to call.
So you don't wanna go out?
I can't.
Okay.
Do you mind if I go out?
No.
Go.
Go, now.
Um, okay. Good luck.
Hey!
At this point
I feel like you're stalking me.
You caught me.
You're all by yourself?
He's got a meeting
with his sponsor.
-Oh.
-You?
Uh, Brooke's working
on her career.
Do you wanna go on a ride?
With you on this?
-You afraid?
-Hell, no.
Where are we going?
Surprise.
All right.
Not afraid anymore?
Nope.
Whoo!
Wow!
We used to come here often,
years ago
when we were on holiday.
I love this court.
We have no gear.
Come.
Bingo.
Choose your weapon, Mr. Agassi,
but choose wisely.
Okay.
I long for having fun
on the tennis court. Real fun.
Oh, you mean,
like raw beginners?
You remember?
How could I forget?
Don't they say true mastery
is to become a beginner again?
And how do you do that?
I'll show you.
Rule number one!
Hold your racket
like a frying pan!
Like a carpet beater.
Rule number two,
run around like a chicken.
Run around like a chicken.
All right.
And rule number three.
Do everything wrong, and enjoy.
Do my worst.
-You ready?
-Mm-hmm.
Carpet beater.
Put me in!
-Give us your worst shot.
-Ah!
Yes! Ha-ha-ha...
-It's still in play!
-Oh, my God!
Ah!
- You ready?
- Another one.
-Come on, big one, big one.
-Ah!
That's pretty good. You ready?
-It hit my head!
-Sorry!
Messed up your head.
You got me
right on the top of the head.
-I'm sorry. I was so nervous.
-You aiming for me?
-I'm-I'm really sorry.
-You trying to decapitate me?
-Are you okay?
-Steffi Graf?
You know I'm gonna
get you back for that.
I'm sorry.
And then he made me play
for six hours straight
in a 111 degrees
just to win 20 bucks.
My dad loved to make me play
in winter.
Minus five,
and I had to wear a skirt.
The balls were literally
frozen to the ground.
It was perfect conditions to...
How did he call it?
Toughen myself up.
I guess I got pretty tough.
Once he told me, when
he was my age, he was so poor,
he didn't even have shoes.
Of course,
I had to prove it to him.
Afterwards, the court
was all red at the baseline.
My feet were so fucked up,
I couldn't walk for two weeks.
I had to be in a wheelchair.
How often
have you told that story?
This is the first time.
And to yourself?
How often
have you thought about it?
How often have you gone back
to that moment,
to your feet
and the pain and the fury?
A thousand times? A million?
I've done the same.
You can't undo the past.
You have to move on.
Otherwise you get stuck.
Stuck waiting for the praise
of your father.
Stuck trying to make him happy.
Make him happy
by being the best.
The best in the entire world.
And then one day
you might even be the best.
But you'll never be good enough.
Don't tell me
it's not the same for you.
You're not just playing
'cause you want to.
Of course not,
but there will be a day
that I will play for no one else
but myself.
And if not?
Then I will quit.
I can't be a puppet on a string
my entire life.
And I won't.
Can I show you something?
Of course.
Look at me.
Pathetic guy with fake hair
who's shittin' his pants.
People see who he really is...
Thank you for showing me
who you really are.
And there's nothing pathetic
about you.
I think it looks good.
Mama.
Hello, sir. How can I help you?
Hey. Could you please put me
through Ms. Graf's room?
I am very sorry, Mr. Agassi,
but Mrs. Graf
checked out last night.
But that's not possible.
Unfortunately, yes, sir.
I checked her out myself.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Steffi! She's in there.
- Steffi...
- Steffi.
Will you trust your father
ever again?
Steffi, over here.
Do you know what he did
with all the money?
...sports are
a universal lang...
Andre?
That brings peop...
- Yeah?
- What's going on?
- Shooting hoops...
- Nothin'.
...or running races.
Every sport carries with it
unique emotions and...
Come on.
You've been so droopy
these past couple of days.
What happened?
There's, uh...
something I should tell you.
Okay.
It's, uh...
It's my hair.
Your hair?
Yeah.
It's fake.
I know.
You know?
Andre, I'm an actress.
I can spot any wig on anybody
from 500 yards.
But you...
You never said anything.
Is it my hair or your hair?
You never said anything.
Right.
Oh.
Papa.
Peter!
It's what I've always
dreamed of since I was
a little girl, a wedding
full of color and flowers and...
Oh, of course, Brooke,
I totally see what you mean,
but especially for the tables,
if they're too colorful,
it might seem a bit cheap.
No, no,
you're completely right.
I love the ivory for the tables.
But are you leaning more
towards the mauve or the rose
for the bridesmaids?
I love them both.
I know. Me, too.
My God.
- Hey, babe.
- Andre. Honey?
You gotta meet Natalie,
our wedding planner.
-Hi. Congratulations.
-Hey. Thank you.
She does all the big
LA weddings. She is fabulous.
And we are lucky to have her.
Do you prefer
the rose or the mauve?
What's mauve?
I'm sure you made
the right choice, honey.
- Oh, you're so sweet.
- Aw...
-Nice meeting you.
-Nice to meet you.
Bye.
-There's a call for you.
-Oh.
Hello?
Oh, my gosh.
That is so awesome. Can
you believe it?
Claudia Schiffer
is coming to the wedding.
- Thank you. Thanks.
- Claudia Schiffer. Wow.
Andre, Claudia Schiffer
is coming to the wedding.
Great.
This is the second match
point against Steffi Graf.
She's clearly struggling.
Those last two years have
crushed Steffi's confidence.
Well, who can blame her?
Ah, my goodness.
A double fault by Steffi Graf
ends this game.
It's just so painful
to see her like this.
She'll drop out
of the top 20 now.
Hm.
- Hello?
- Hey, Brooke.
How'd it go?
Total disaster.
- You lost?
- Of course I lost.
It's the only thing
I keep on doing. I'm a loser.
Please, Andre, tennis isn't
the most important thing
in the world.
Really?
When you don't get a part
you auditioned for,
it's okay for you
to be sulking for weeks.
Tennis is my work, it's my job.
It's my life.
I always thought
you hated tennis.
I do.
So I hate my life. Okay?
Are you happy now?
Are you coming home?
I can't.
I gotta get my ranking up.
I gotta play a couple
small tournaments in Canada.
For how long?
Four weeks max.
Maybe five. And then...
Brooke?
Brooke.
Mama...
-Steffi.
-Ja.
Brooke.
Brooke!
You're back.
-Yeah.
-Already?
Came back earlier. I just...
I missed you so much.
You taking a trip somewhere?
Andre, it's over.
- What's over?
- You and me.
We've spent six days together
in the last six months.
It's a hard time for me--
It's always a hard time for you.
I-I'm ranked 141 right now.
Two years ago I was number one.
Why don't you quit?
Like, I can't.
I mean, like, not now,
and not like this.
-Name three of my friends.
-What?
Three.
Well, there's, um, Cleo
and that, that singer, Elena.
-Eleanor.
-Yes. Yes.
And-and your,
your longtime friend, the one,
you know, the-the one that--
That's why it's over.
I will take every single one
of your friends out for dinner.
I will, I will try harder.
It shouldn't be hard, Andre.
It's not a competition. It's not
a match you have to win.
It's life, and it can be fun.
So you're bailing on us.
No.
I'm just leaving.
You bailed on us
a long time ago.
Makes me sick
to see you like this.
Why? It should make you happy.
Finally I've proved you right.
I'm just a quitter.
One big failure.
-Shut your mouth!
-Your son is a loser.
No, wait, wait. What's your
favorite? Ah, "He's a wimp."
You're pathetic.
Come on, Philly, let's go.
- Hm.
- Okay, man.
I'll see you around, I guess.
Yeah, go.
Hey there.
What do you still want? Money?
Believe it or not,
I like you, Andre,
no matter
whether you win or lose.
Hit the road, Brad.
I fucked up.
Sagno
is a brand-new music label
founded by
himself.
...ranking records.
Yeah, uh...
The last two years
were incredibly tough,
but now I feel like
I can pick myself up
and just play tennis again.
That is great.
What is driving you?
Wh-where do you take
the energy from?
Uh, when I step
on to the court now,
um, I realize what a privilege
it is to have this ability,
and, and I'm just grateful.
And I'm having fun,
maybe more than ever before.
That's really fantastic.
And what does this
tournament here in Paris
specifically mean to you?
Uh, I, I started
playing on clay as a kid,
so Paris always feels
a bit like coming home.
Brad?
Yeah, I know what time it is.
- No, I'm not drunk.
- Thank you.
Listen, can we start tomorrow?
Yeah, tomorrow.
This is like a miracle.
He had dropped out
of the top 100.
There were even rumors
of drug problems.
It looked like he'd become
the tragic figure of tennis.
Absolutely, and now we are
witnessing one of the greatest
and most surprising comebacks
in the history of the sport.
Yes, Andre Agassi
has just made it
to the second week
here at Wimbledon.
Thank you.
Ms. Graf, I believe the
concierge has something for you.
- Oh, okay, thank you.
- Why don't you go up to her?
Shh.
Thought
you're madly in love with her.
Why don't you just
go and talk to her?
-Because I have a plan.
-This is really very special.
Okay.
I think you'll like it a lot.
Thank you.
Hey, is this the, uh, museum?
Yeah.
Okay. Um, what's on display?
Nothing.
All right.
Um, one ticket, please.
Hey.
Hey.
-How on Earth did you--
-Shh...
Don't worry.
There is nothing and nobody.
I didn't realize
nothing could be so beautiful.
Why are you here?
Well, I wanted to see you.
Okay.
But how?
Remember in Rome
you told us you liked
to go to a museum
before a match?
And you happened to check all
of London's museums now or...
No, but I happen
to be the person
who told the concierge
about this place.
Very sneaky.
I figured
you would like it here.
I love it.
It's so unique and...
full of nothing.
Well, that's what I dream of...
getting away from everything...
disappearing into nothingness.
Why don't you do it?
I don't wanna do it all alone.
But what about Brooke?
Oh. Um, we got divorced
more than a year ago.
-I'm sorry.
-Don't be. It's...
It's better like this
for both of us.
What are you thinking?
A mountain cabin.
No people, no noise.
Just the sky...
the mountains...
the wind...
and you.
That day we spent in Rome...
I still think about it.
I do, too.
Andre, I-I, I have a boyfriend.
-I'm sorry.
-Don't be.
I'm glad you're here now.
Uh, room 303.
Uh, yes, of course, Ms. Graf.
-Here you go. Goodnight.
-Thank you.
Wow.
Yes, um, I was wondering
if you have an extra room
available for tonight.
301? Perfect.
Yeah, just add it to my bill
and send up the key.
Thanks.
Hello?
Hi, Andre.
Steffi.
Your flowers, they're beautiful.
Thank you.
I, I hope I didn't overstep,
though.
You did, big time.
But I'm happy you did.
I have to sleep now.
Yeah.
Oh, um, hey.
Good luck tomorrow.
To you, too.
Goodnight.
Night.
-Andre?
-Yeah?
Find a mountain cabin for
after Wimbledon.
Gute Nacht.
Strong serve
by Lindsay Davenport,
putting Steffi Graf
under pressure
from the first moment on.
- Out!
- Exactly.
And that's how she's provoking
those relatively simple errors
by Steffi Graf.
-What's the score?
-Steffi's down 5-6.
...seen
in a long time. Maybe never.
She seems less tense,
almost less focused,
like her thoughts
would be some...Oh.
Look at this. Do you see that?
Yes, I do.
Thank you.
Now, without any further ado,
I'd like to ask you
to please welcome
the most outstanding female
tennis player of all time,
the one and only Steffi Graf.
Steffi...
Hello.
I never liked
press conferences.
Hated them, actually.
Here I am, doing another one.
Um...
Today...
Today I'm here to declare
my retirement from tennis.
Tennis was my life
for better or for worse.
Uh, but there's
a sense of curiosity
that has been growin' in me.
Um, a curiosity for
what else
life might have in store for me.
I had to go through
tough moments.
Sometimes I didn't think
I could handle them.
But in the end, I always did.
And now, uh, to my own surprise,
I feel this immense gratitude.
For my mum...
She's been there for me always.
Thank you, mum.
And also for my father.
You all know
what happened.
But without him,
I wouldn't be here today.
He was my coach,
my motivator, my inspiration.
My everything.
And nothing can change that.
Thank you.
Steffi, you already know
what's next for you?
Yeah, actually.
But I won't tell you.
Steffi!
Hey.
Hi.
I need to do something now
I've been dreaming of
for more than...
seven years.
And that is?
You know what's crazy?
Us?
Well, apart from that.
Tell me.
We've won everything in tennis.
Won Grand Slams, gold medals,
Davis Cup.
I think I won a little bit more.
True. But I haven't retired yet.
Okay. Combined, we won it all.
Mm-hmm.
But in spite
of all that winning...
I knew nothing of happiness...
about being happy.
I understand this only now...
right here...
with you...
because of you.
Promise me one thing.
-If we have kids--
-Uh, whoa.
Take it easy, Mr. Agassi.
I said if, not when. I said if.
Okay.
We raise them without tennis.
Promise.
Thank you all
so much for showing up
in such big numbers
on such short notice.
Now please, settle in,
quiet down.
Yes, all the camera teams
please come to the front.
All the way to the front for the
camera teams. Yes, thank you.
Uh, no, no, no, no.
Uh, keep the eye clear, please.
No, sit. Thank you.
-No, thank you.
-Then we're ready to start.
Thank you.
Now, without any further ado,
I'd like to ask you
to please welcome
the most outstanding female
tennis player of all time,
the one and only Steffi Graf.
Run! Steffi! Come!
Beinarbeit! Beinarbeit!
Beinarbeit!
Come, Stefanie. Come!
Come on,
move your ass, Andre.
You're sleepwalking!
Harder! Hit harder!
Hit harder!
Get up! Play!
-Come on, get up!
-These shoes are stupid!
The feet hurt terrible!
You're such a crybaby!
When I was your age,
I didn't even have shoes!
Just wear it and see
for yourself. I'll show you.
Turn the dragon back on, dad!
Switch it on now!
After more
than three years at number one,
Steffi Graf did drop
from that number one ranking
just two weeks
before the tournament.
And we can see it
in her performance.
She's kind of lacking
the 100% confidence
she normally radiates
on the court.
Of course, she's a big champion
and she still has her...
Yeah, look at this,
she has her forehand,
this incredible weapon. Wow!
There's surely nobody
who plays it like Steffi.
Mind you, he shaped her
to be a champion,
Peter Graf, seen here
with his trademark grumpy face.
Feels like a hammock.
Why, you said 27.
-It's not 27.
-Of course it is.
You say 27, I do 27.
Okay, I'll show you.
What a clown.
Why, good morning. Yeah.
Good morning. How you doing?
Look at her.
She's such a robot.
- Robot?
- Yeah.
She never gets tired,
never laughs, never cries.
She got no sense of humor.
What does that make her
if not a robot?
-German.
-Yeah.
A German robot. Even worse.
You know, I strung
the rackets for all of them, uh.
Borg, Connors, McEnroe,
uh, you name it.
Et voila. I told you.
No, I told you.
I said 27, not 26.9.
Nobody can feel the difference.
-Nobody?
-Nobody.
Well, then nobody says
you haven't got a clue.
And nobody's pissed off and
nobody wants you to do it again,
but this time make it 27,
2-7.
It's match point Steffi Graf
and second serve
Sabine Appelmans.
Oh, strong winds
on the center court today.
A really tense situation now
for Appelmans.
Ah, a weak serve
to Steffi Graf's forehand.
And there's another
blasting forehand winner.
That's it for Steffi Graf.
She moves on
to the quarterfinals
with a 6-2, 6-1 victory over
Sabine Appelmans of Belgium.
Amazing.
There has been a mix-up
in the schedule.
Two players were given
the same time slot, I'm afraid.
This is incredible.
Mistakes happen, unfortunately.
Not in my world.
Well, then we have to think
about a joint press conference.
Together with whom?
Ms. Graf, after 186
consecutive weeks at number one,
more than
any other player before,
some Yugoslavian kid
just pops out of nowhere
and kicks you off your throne.
Monica Seles
is not just some kid.
She's a fantastic player
and I appreciate
the competition with her.
But how did it feel?
That's sports, I guess.
I would be furious.
- At least I'd admit it.
- Yeah, but to know that...
You would have to become
number one first.
Andre, are you boycotting
Wimbledon again this year?
Uh, I'm just not into
their prissy white outfits,
simple as that.
I don't need no one to tell me
what to wear.
Steffi, what do you think
about that?
Maybe I shouldn't say this
here in Paris, but to me
there's nothing greater
than winning Wimbledon.
But, of course,
I respect Andre's position,
even though I think
white could be an improvement.
So you're not a fan
of Andre's style?
Um, what do you mean?
We practically have
the same hairdo.
No, but seriously, um, to me
Andre is the purest ball striker
in all of tennis.
I learn something
every time I watch him play.
-You're learning from me?
-Why not?
I watched a couple
of raw beginners the other day
and even learned from them.
And what do you learn
from beginners?
Mm... how much fun they had.
Andre,
what can you learn from Steffi?
Me?
Uh, I guess...
how to win Wimbledon.
Does that mean you will
reconsider your boycott?
Ja.
You were so wrong.
-About what?
-Steffi. She's funny.
Funnier than you,
that's for sure.
Oh, Steffi.
Danke.
Steffi...
Thank you.
Hey, guys, it's good to be here.
-Nice to see you all.
-Andre, Andre!
Andre, over here.
Andre, over here.
Andre, Andre. How do you feel?
I feel better. I'm
excited, I'm ready for this.
- Did you bring white pants?
- I sure did.
-How do you rate your chances?
-Well, I'm here to win.
- Is that realistic?
- Why wouldn't it be?
Well, just, uh, playing on grass
is something else.
The ball bounces differently,
the serve...
-Are you playing or am I?
-You, of course.
Exactly. Okay, so leave it to
me. As I said, I'm here to win.
Ms. Graf, are you ready
for your next Wimbledon title?
Oh, my God. Keisha!
- Uh...
- How long has it been?
Oh, I don't know,
like, five years.
-Are you gonna play again?
-Oh, my God, no.
I ran over to the evil side.
I'm a journo now.
What?
-I really missed you.
-Me, too.
-Should we go for dinner? Yeah?
-Yeah.
Let me talk to my father.
Papa?
Do you remember Keisha?
I lost against her
at the finals at...
-Uh, US Open Juniors.
-Yes.
Yes, uh, I do remember that.
Um, I thought
I could grab dinner
with her
while you have your meeting.
Uh, nice meeting you.
You know a place
where nobody would see us?
How about my place?
-Yeah?
-Yes. Let's do this.
We just have to be quick.
Andre, have you ever thought
of playing in the doubles event?
Look, I-I need to get some rest
now. Thank you very much.
Hey, guys,
give him some privacy, okay?
Hey, hey!
What the fucking hell?
Come on.
Just one more question, sir!
What the fuck?
- Over here!
- Andre. Andre!
Fuck.
These are mock-ups
of how the campaign could look.
- Mm-hmm.
- What do you think?
Nice. I like it.
I'm glad you feel
that way, Mr. Graf,
because your financial
expectations have been robust,
to say the least.
You want the best,
you pay the price.
Steffi isn't number one anymore.
She will be again, very soon.
If you're so sure,
I'll recommend that we pay
what you're asking for
on one condition,
that Steffi becomes
number one again this season.
- No problem.
- Mr. Graf.
We'd prefer
making the deal through
one of our daughter companies
on the Virgin Islands.
Makes things easier for us
in the UK.
That sounds like tax evasion.
Well, that's a nasty word.
To us
it's standard practice.
But we will be willing
to offer you an additional 10%.
Twenty-five percent.
Twenty percent.
Twenty-five percent.
If your dad could see you now.
Steffi, bad, bad girl.
Okay, I need to know everything.
What about romance?
You seeing someone?
Steffi, you know
there are players on the tour
who'd literally die for you.
Mn-mn.
No tennis players, please.
Wait.
Look.
"Photos by Keisha Hill." Wow.
Congratulations.
-It's not about that, come on.
The guy, look at him.
He's a racing driver.
He's single and German.
Ah, I don't know, I'm not a fan
of arranged marriages.
Nobody says
you have to marry him.
-Mm.
-Mn-mn. No, you keep it.
I'll give him a call. Name is
Michael, just so you know.
Oh, come on, he's cute.
But that mustache?
Fuck.
-What? What's going on?
-He doesn't wanna play.
-Where is he?
-He's in the bathroom.
- Open the door!
- Go away!
Don't be such a wimp!
Leave me alone.
Mike, let Philly handle this.
Come on. Come on.
-You're such a failure.
-Hey.
Don't worry about it.
We'll take care of it.
Is dad gone?
Yeah, th-they're both gone.
I'm so terrified,
I can't even breathe.
I fucking hate tennis.
I already know what they're
gonna be saying about me.
Hm. Rock star of tennis.
All in white for the very first
time, here at Wim...
Wait, what's that?
Oh, there's a brown spot
on his backside.
Huh! Yeah.
Andre Agassi shat his pants,
center court. What a loser.
-You wanna withdraw?
-Yeah.
But I can't.
The rock star
of tennis, all in white
for the very first time
here at Wimbledon.
David Wheaton
with a very strong serve
and volley performance.
- Fuck!
- 30, 15.
I always had my doubts
whether Agassi
could pull it off,
but this is turning out
to be a real debacle.
Game to Mr. Wheaton.
Warning, Mr. Agassi.
Racket abuse.
What? He did the same thing
in the first set.
Why do I get the warning?
Fuck!
We are seeing
a devastated Andre Agassi
turning to his bench, looking
for support, but I don't think
he has it in him
to turn this match around.
David Wheaton
serving for the match now.
He goes out
to Andre Agassi's backhand,
and a crisp backhand volley
by the end of Andre Agassi's
first appearance
here at Wimbledon.
Fuck.
Where's dad?
He left.
Back to the hotel?
Back to Vegas.
Oh. Well,
let's go out and get wasted.
Okay. Well, well, at least wanna
take a shower and change?
Nah.
Okay.
Wow!
Yeah.
-Fuck Wimbledon. Yeah, man.
-Fuck Wimbledon.
Fuck tennis!
Steffi Graf is the queen
of Wimbledon again,
winning
her third Wimbledon title
defeating Gabriela Sabatini
in the final.
You heard?
The German robot did it again.
Steffi!
Tonight's the championship ball
and you're so not invited.
Yup. That's exactly why
we should go.
And it was
my great-great-great-grandfather
William John
Cavendish-Scott-Bentinck,
the fifth duke of Portland
and Marquess of Titchfield,
of course, who actually planted
that very quince tree out there
in the same year that Napo--
Uh, excuse me.
Sorry.
Unless you can show me
a proper invitation, sir,
I don't see myself authorized
to grant--
My ass!
Would you at least
see yourself authorized
to graciously grant me access
and answer nature's call
in your very shithouse?
Regretfully, sir,
that won't be possible either.
And now I need to ask you
to leave the premises.
Otherwise, I might see myself
forced to seek security.
And don't worry, I'm beating it,
looks friggin' boring
in there anyways.
Anybody wanna join? Bring booze.
- Well...
- Come on, man.
-Get out of my way. Come on.
-Hey.
What are you doing, man, huh?
You know who that is?
That's Andre Agassi, huh?
He's gonna be world number one.
That's right.
Remember the name,
you English clown.
I haven't got time for you now,
sir. Have a good evening.
Yeah, your hat looks stupid.
Stupid!
Hey, buddy.
Just you and me now.
Hey, Steffi.
Hi, Andre.
What are you doing here?
Great.
Having a bad day?
No, well,
I'm having a bad life.
You have no idea
how boring it is in there.
So, thanks for saving me.
You know, you seem different
from what I imagined.
I thought
you were just a stuck-up German
no-nonsense tennis robot,
train-and-win.
I am.
I guess
I need to be reprogrammed.
Mm-hmm. Right.
But you're also quite different
from the impression you give.
Really? Why, how do I seem?
Like, show off, poser.
Yeah.
Full of yourself
with an I-give-a-shit attitude.
Well, not entirely wrong,
after all.
If you could pick a place
where you want to be right now,
anywhere
in the entire universe...
Well, surprisingly, I'm...
happy right here, right now.
How about you?
Rome.
Rome?
I just love Rome.
- Steffi?
- Shit. I've gotta go.
No. Go? Wait, wait.
Let's get away, let's...
And-and fly to Rome.
-Yeah, some other time.
-Or go dancing.
- I wanna dance with you.
- You're drunk.
Well, some things
can't be denied, but...
Well, if you win the tournament
next year,
we can dance
the winners' waltz.
-There's a winners' waltz?
-For almost 100 years.
Stefanie.
Oh.
Steffi!
Mama...
- Danke.
- Oh.
Okay, guys, listen up,
we're on air in ten, nine,
eight, seven,
six, five, four, three,
two, one.
Welcome back to the show,
everybody.
1992, it's another year
at Wimbledon,
but some things
never seem to change.
You mean
the strawberries with cream
or Steffi Graf
winning round after round?
Well, both, actually,
but there are
some things
that have changed entirely.
Andre Agassi, for example. He's
on a winning streak this year.
And to me, he seems
like a totally different player.
That's why we're so happy to
receive his longtime coach and
good friend, Nick Bollettieri.
How are you, my friend?
-Hi, Nelson, Grace.
-Hi, Nick.
So tell us, what's the secret
behind Andre's success
this year? What's the magic?
Actually,
there's no magic involved.
Just a lot of hard work
and learnings from last year.
Most of all, we changed
Andre's position on the court.
Last year
he was about nine feet
behind the baseline
on his return.
But this year he stands
right on the baseline,
immediately controlling
the game,
even on his opponent's serve.
How does that change
his match plan?
He's more proactive, making sure
he's the one calling the shots.
You gotta be proactive,
you gotta
be the one calling the shots.
No, I just don't know
how to do that.
Well, you're gonna have to take
some risk, Andre.
Just-just go to her,
talk to her.
I mean, you need
to tell her that--
That I'm madly in love with her
after one conversation,
drunk as a skunk?
-Yeah.
-She's gonna think I'm a creep.
Okay, uh, let's-let's try
something, all right?
Um, I'll be Steffi.
You talk to me.
-What? No way.
-Yeah, of course. Come on.
It'll be like training,
back and forth. It's easy.
Just, just talk to me.
I mean, Steffi.
What's the matter with you?
You can't just tap her on
the shoulder. She's not a dude.
Again.
Hey-hey, Steffi.
-What?
-You drop that idiotic smile.
Again.
Hi, Steffi. I-it's me, Andre.
Do you remember me?
No, I suffered a stroke
and I lost all my memory.
Who are you again?
Andre Agassi.
Of course she remembers you.
God, you're such a moron.
This doesn't make sense.
Let's go for dinner.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, man, pizza again?
-I love pizza.
-Oh, come on.
Hey, hey, hey.
She's on her own.
Her father's not here.
-Yeah, this is your chance.
-Ah, I don't know, man.
-Thank you.
-Yeah, come on, come on.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go.
Oh.
Steffi.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Uh, well,
I-I just saw you at reception
and, uh, I, I was thinking that,
uh, you know, that it's so nice
to see you. Um...
A-and, and I thought
maybe we could do something
sometime.
I mean, like,
some kind of activity.
Like what?
I don't know, like, uh...
Sports?
Sure. Great idea.
Y-y-you happen to,
you happen to do any sports?
Mm, I play tennis
every now and then.
Wow, me, too. Um...
Maybe we should play some tennis
one day.
Okay, but you better watch out.
I'm pretty good at it. So
you might get your ass kicked.
I'd love that.
Don't we have an appointment
for the weekend anyways?
Winners' waltz. Right.
You remember.
How could I forget?
Okay.
Hollywood couldn't have
scripted it better.
The women's final brings us
the ultimate showdown.
Defending champion Steffi Graf
facing her arch rival,
Monica Seles.
The bookies were offering
odds of a 187 to 1
for Andre Agassi
to win this tournament.
But he has done the impossible
and reached the final,
facing service monster
Goran Ivanisevic of Croatia.
Aggressive
forehand return by Agassi.
Another amazing passing shot.
Backhand down the line.
-Fantastic performance.
-Come on!
Match point Steffi Graf.
Can she take
her fourth Wimbledon title?
Monica Seles serving
to stay in the match.
A good return by Steffi.
She plays a forehand,and
Monica Seles can't get to it!
Steffi Graf is the old
and new champion
here at Wimbledon,
defending her title
against Monica Seles
in a truly unique fashion.
A joyful Peter Graf.
And ladies and gentlemen,
this young German,
she might very well
be the most complete, yes,
the most outstanding female
tennis player of all time.
I really didn't think
he had it in him,
but this young American,
this rebel of tennis,
has proved us all wrong.
And now it's match point
Andre Agassi.
Oh, what a miss!
What an easy backhand volley
missed by Goran Ivanisevic!
And in utter disbelief,
Andre Agassi
falls to the ground,
sobbing, heavily sobbing.
Yes, he has done
the impossible.
Nobody expected this
before the tournament.
Nobody thought
that this was possible,
maybe not even Andre Agassi
himself, but he is the winner.
Here at the Holy Grail
of tennis,
he is the winner in Wimbledon.
Oh, what a beautiful scene
of sportsmanship now
between Goran Ivanisevic
and Andre Agassi
who is celebrating his victory
in front of
a frantically cheering crowd.
You know
how to dance a waltz?
Uh, yeah, kinda.
What do you think?
Wow. Um, great.
She'll be impressed,
I'm sure.
Okay, now show me
how to dance a waltz.
-Why?
-There's this tradition.
Uh, the winners' waltz.
I'll be dancing with Steffi.
And you're starting
to learn now?
Mm, better late than never.
Okay, give me your hand and then
this one, put that one there
and then straight back
and look her in the eye.
-Okay? Yeah.
-Okay.
Agassi Dance Studios.
Hi, dad.
Uh, yeah, he's right here.
Uh, hang on, I'll-I'll put
him on speaker, hang on.
Hey, dad.
What the hell happened?
That fourth set was a disaster.
You played like a total wimp.
Um, I won the fifth, though.
Just barely.
But my ass, you did it, son.
You freaking did it.
-I'm proud of you.
-Thanks, dad.
But we'll talk about
that fourth set
when you're back.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks so much.
Welcome to the Champions' Ball,
Mr. Agassi.
And congratulations.
Wow, you again, huh?
You know what?
I think I forgot my invite.
-Please.
-Andre! Andre! Over here!
-Good to see you.
-Sir, sir, this way!
Mr. Agassi!
Over here, please. All
right! Look here. Big smile.
All right. Hold that cup.
Hold the cup. All right, higher.
Little bit higher, please.
- Great.
- Hey, Steffi! It's Steffi!
Steffi!
Do this together.
Get in there.
Come on.
Turn here. Look here, Steffi.
And congratulations.
Fantastic match.
Thank you.
Look this way, please.
Both smile. Thank you.
Thank you very much. Yeah, yeah.
Ho-hold-hold it a little bit...
You guys want Steffi
on her own as well?
Steffi! Steffi!
Come on.
With your boyfriend.
- Michael.
- Steffi, where is Michael?
Can we take a picture
with you two guys?
- Yes, thank you. Thank you.
- All right.
- How about a kiss?
- A kiss.
Lovely girl.
Awesome.
Sorry, man.
-Do me a favor.
-Yeah?
Find whoever is in charge
and cancel the waltz.
Sure.
Andre?
Andre?
- Andre?
- Coming.
Not bad, huh?
Drop-dead gorgeous. Who is she?
Have you been locked up in a
basement for the last ten years?
If that's what you call
marriage, yeah.
-What do you think?
-Out of your league.
Her name's Brooke Shields.
Studied at Princeton.
She's an actress shooting a
movie in South Africa right now.
-Nice.
-But I've got her fax number.
-What are you gonna do?
-Send her a fax.
How romantic.
In fact,
I've sent her a fax
every single day
for the last six weeks.
- Action!
- Every single day.
Uh, excuse me, Ms. Shields. Uh,
there's another fax for you.
Just came in right now.
And I will keep sending
her a fax every day
until I finally get to meet
her. And then we'll be dating.
Or she'll get
a restraining order
against you for stalking her.
Well, she'll be back on Saturday
and then we'll see.
And for the record,
you're a horrible person.
That's why you love me.
Oh, man.
Hey, Brooke.
Andre. It's Andre.
She knows you're Andre, Andre.
Hey, Brooke,
you look more gorgeous
than I had imagined.
Come on, Andre.
You can do better than that.
You're a champ.
You're a champ.
Just relax. Just relax.
Hey!
You're a very strange man,
Andre Agassi.
We've never met.
And you sent me 73 faxes
to this day.
Seventy three.
And you know
what the strangest part is?
I really...
really liked it.
Oh, my...
Oh, my God.
I honestly didn't know
that was even possible.
I'm sorry, but... you're not
gonna be able to play
any tennis tournaments
in the future.
Why?
Because I am gonna keep you
here with me in bed
forever and ever.
Mm-hmm.
Oh. Ah. I love cold pizza.
-Mm.
-Fuck!
Ninety-three messages?
-I think I gotta--
-Get back to life?
Yeah.
Well, maybe
I should shower first.
Mm.
Well, this is it.
Oh, my God.
You've gotta be kidding me.
Pretty cool, huh?
This is the house of a very
immature man with no girlfriend
who's trying to compensate
with typical boy stuff.
-Really?
-Mm-hmm.
-What about Cape Cod?
-Mm, God, no.
It's so boring.
Yeah. Actually, you're right.
Disney World?
Huh? Really?
-I'm kidding.
-Ah.
Where would you like to go,
Andre Kirk Agassi?
The bedroom.
Seriously now.
I am serious.
First we gotta decide
where we're gonna go.
Wherever you choose right now,
that's where we're going.
Rome.
Rome?
Never been.
Always wanted to go.
Well, Rome it is, then.
Hey!
Listen, can you go back there
and pick up the balls?
I'll be ready in a minute, okay?
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
Gettin' ready.
For what?
Are you kidding? For training.
I was waiting for you
right here yesterday,
the day before yesterday
and the day before that as well.
And I called you,
left messages, many of 'em.
So, what you're gonna do
is take your stuff and go
and don't come back.
Nick, I-I didn't--
We had a good run, Andre,
but we're done.
Nick, come on.
Nick, come on!
You don't want me
to coach you.
Why not?
Because I'll make you bust your
ass so hard,
you'll curse the day you met me.
That's exactly
what I'm lookin' for.
-What about Brooke?
-What about her?
I don't wanna waste
my time, Andre.
If you wanna whoop it up
with Brooke
and her Hollywood friends,
it's not for me.
You don't need to worry.
Tennis comes first.
Brooke knows that.
Good.
Let's start tomorrow, then.
Well, um, um, Brooke and I,
we've got a small trip planned,
just a week or so.
But after that, I'm all yours.
Come on.
All right.
Perfect.
It's beautiful.
Andre, come look.
It's incredible!
Wow.
Isn't it amazing?
It's amazing. Yeah.
Oh, my, there's a terrace?
Life is good.
Mm.
It's perfect.
I mean, can you believe
this city
is over 2000 years old?
-It's incredible.
-I know.
I just can't find
the name of the street.
Andre, I think
that piazza should be
just around this corner.
- Andre, look!
- Coming.
This piazza is beautiful!
Don't move. Just like that.
Just like that.
You look amazing.
One more.
One more. Keep smiling.
Look at that smile.
Am I a lucky man or what?
I'm the luckiest man
in the world!
Yeah, smile. We're happy.
Come on.
Okay.
Okay, a silly pose,
just for me.
No one's gonna see this but me.
This is just our photo, promise.
Do you want me to take a picture
of the both of you?
Steffi?
-Well...
-Hi, Andre.
Uh, uh...
Uh...
Hey, sweetie, look who it is.
It's Steffi Graf.
-Oh, my God!
-Steffi Graf.
You gotta be kidding me.
Uh, Brooke, Steffi.
Steffi, Brooke.
So nice to meet you.
What are you doing here?
Well, someone once told me Rome
was a great place to be, so...
Well, yeah, I mean, I told him
it's the most beautiful city
in the world, right?
Is that so?
-Are you here all by yourself?
-Uh, no, no.
My, my boyfriend
is waiting in a restaurant.
Perfect. Why don't we all
have lunch together?
-Sure. Yeah.
-Sure. Yeah.
-That's hilarious.
-No, but I'm serious.
The day before a big tournament,
I need to go to a museum.
I need the quietness
and being by myself.
And the more absurd the museum,
the better.
And there are
some crazy museums.
Like, unbelievable stuff.
Like what?
I've been to a banana museum,
a toilet paper museum,
a penis and a vagina museum,
and there's even a fart museum.
Michael, I'm thinking
about starting a support group
for victims of tennis nerdism.
-Do you wanna join?
-P-pardon?
This guy talks about nothing
else but tennis night and day,
24-7, 365. You know what I mean?
-Brooke, sweetie, I really--
-Uh-uh-uh. Zip it up, young man.
Now the victims are talking.
Um, I approve, I think there's
nobody in the whole entire world
who knows better
what you're talking about.
- Oh.
- I-I find, I...
Sometimes I just might be
so brainwashed by now
that I forgot that life
without tennis is even possible.
Oh, my God, I finally have
a companion! That feels so good!
You know what,
the other day she told me,
"If I see someone play tennis,
I immediately know
what kind of person that is,
because tennis
reveals the soul."
That is totally something
Andre would say.
Maybe they won't call.
Don't say that.
They have to call.
So you don't wanna go out?
I can't.
Okay.
Do you mind if I go out?
No.
Go.
Go, now.
Um, okay. Good luck.
Hey!
At this point
I feel like you're stalking me.
You caught me.
You're all by yourself?
He's got a meeting
with his sponsor.
-Oh.
-You?
Uh, Brooke's working
on her career.
Do you wanna go on a ride?
With you on this?
-You afraid?
-Hell, no.
Where are we going?
Surprise.
All right.
Not afraid anymore?
Nope.
Whoo!
Wow!
We used to come here often,
years ago
when we were on holiday.
I love this court.
We have no gear.
Come.
Bingo.
Choose your weapon, Mr. Agassi,
but choose wisely.
Okay.
I long for having fun
on the tennis court. Real fun.
Oh, you mean,
like raw beginners?
You remember?
How could I forget?
Don't they say true mastery
is to become a beginner again?
And how do you do that?
I'll show you.
Rule number one!
Hold your racket
like a frying pan!
Like a carpet beater.
Rule number two,
run around like a chicken.
Run around like a chicken.
All right.
And rule number three.
Do everything wrong, and enjoy.
Do my worst.
-You ready?
-Mm-hmm.
Carpet beater.
Put me in!
-Give us your worst shot.
-Ah!
Yes! Ha-ha-ha...
-It's still in play!
-Oh, my God!
Ah!
- You ready?
- Another one.
-Come on, big one, big one.
-Ah!
That's pretty good. You ready?
-It hit my head!
-Sorry!
Messed up your head.
You got me
right on the top of the head.
-I'm sorry. I was so nervous.
-You aiming for me?
-I'm-I'm really sorry.
-You trying to decapitate me?
-Are you okay?
-Steffi Graf?
You know I'm gonna
get you back for that.
I'm sorry.
And then he made me play
for six hours straight
in a 111 degrees
just to win 20 bucks.
My dad loved to make me play
in winter.
Minus five,
and I had to wear a skirt.
The balls were literally
frozen to the ground.
It was perfect conditions to...
How did he call it?
Toughen myself up.
I guess I got pretty tough.
Once he told me, when
he was my age, he was so poor,
he didn't even have shoes.
Of course,
I had to prove it to him.
Afterwards, the court
was all red at the baseline.
My feet were so fucked up,
I couldn't walk for two weeks.
I had to be in a wheelchair.
How often
have you told that story?
This is the first time.
And to yourself?
How often
have you thought about it?
How often have you gone back
to that moment,
to your feet
and the pain and the fury?
A thousand times? A million?
I've done the same.
You can't undo the past.
You have to move on.
Otherwise you get stuck.
Stuck waiting for the praise
of your father.
Stuck trying to make him happy.
Make him happy
by being the best.
The best in the entire world.
And then one day
you might even be the best.
But you'll never be good enough.
Don't tell me
it's not the same for you.
You're not just playing
'cause you want to.
Of course not,
but there will be a day
that I will play for no one else
but myself.
And if not?
Then I will quit.
I can't be a puppet on a string
my entire life.
And I won't.
Can I show you something?
Of course.
Look at me.
Pathetic guy with fake hair
who's shittin' his pants.
People see who he really is...
Thank you for showing me
who you really are.
And there's nothing pathetic
about you.
I think it looks good.
Mama.
Hello, sir. How can I help you?
Hey. Could you please put me
through Ms. Graf's room?
I am very sorry, Mr. Agassi,
but Mrs. Graf
checked out last night.
But that's not possible.
Unfortunately, yes, sir.
I checked her out myself.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Steffi! She's in there.
- Steffi...
- Steffi.
Will you trust your father
ever again?
Steffi, over here.
Do you know what he did
with all the money?
...sports are
a universal lang...
Andre?
That brings peop...
- Yeah?
- What's going on?
- Shooting hoops...
- Nothin'.
...or running races.
Every sport carries with it
unique emotions and...
Come on.
You've been so droopy
these past couple of days.
What happened?
There's, uh...
something I should tell you.
Okay.
It's, uh...
It's my hair.
Your hair?
Yeah.
It's fake.
I know.
You know?
Andre, I'm an actress.
I can spot any wig on anybody
from 500 yards.
But you...
You never said anything.
Is it my hair or your hair?
You never said anything.
Right.
Oh.
Papa.
Peter!
It's what I've always
dreamed of since I was
a little girl, a wedding
full of color and flowers and...
Oh, of course, Brooke,
I totally see what you mean,
but especially for the tables,
if they're too colorful,
it might seem a bit cheap.
No, no,
you're completely right.
I love the ivory for the tables.
But are you leaning more
towards the mauve or the rose
for the bridesmaids?
I love them both.
I know. Me, too.
My God.
- Hey, babe.
- Andre. Honey?
You gotta meet Natalie,
our wedding planner.
-Hi. Congratulations.
-Hey. Thank you.
She does all the big
LA weddings. She is fabulous.
And we are lucky to have her.
Do you prefer
the rose or the mauve?
What's mauve?
I'm sure you made
the right choice, honey.
- Oh, you're so sweet.
- Aw...
-Nice meeting you.
-Nice to meet you.
Bye.
-There's a call for you.
-Oh.
Hello?
Oh, my gosh.
That is so awesome. Can
you believe it?
Claudia Schiffer
is coming to the wedding.
- Thank you. Thanks.
- Claudia Schiffer. Wow.
Andre, Claudia Schiffer
is coming to the wedding.
Great.
This is the second match
point against Steffi Graf.
She's clearly struggling.
Those last two years have
crushed Steffi's confidence.
Well, who can blame her?
Ah, my goodness.
A double fault by Steffi Graf
ends this game.
It's just so painful
to see her like this.
She'll drop out
of the top 20 now.
Hm.
- Hello?
- Hey, Brooke.
How'd it go?
Total disaster.
- You lost?
- Of course I lost.
It's the only thing
I keep on doing. I'm a loser.
Please, Andre, tennis isn't
the most important thing
in the world.
Really?
When you don't get a part
you auditioned for,
it's okay for you
to be sulking for weeks.
Tennis is my work, it's my job.
It's my life.
I always thought
you hated tennis.
I do.
So I hate my life. Okay?
Are you happy now?
Are you coming home?
I can't.
I gotta get my ranking up.
I gotta play a couple
small tournaments in Canada.
For how long?
Four weeks max.
Maybe five. And then...
Brooke?
Brooke.
Mama...
-Steffi.
-Ja.
Brooke.
Brooke!
You're back.
-Yeah.
-Already?
Came back earlier. I just...
I missed you so much.
You taking a trip somewhere?
Andre, it's over.
- What's over?
- You and me.
We've spent six days together
in the last six months.
It's a hard time for me--
It's always a hard time for you.
I-I'm ranked 141 right now.
Two years ago I was number one.
Why don't you quit?
Like, I can't.
I mean, like, not now,
and not like this.
-Name three of my friends.
-What?
Three.
Well, there's, um, Cleo
and that, that singer, Elena.
-Eleanor.
-Yes. Yes.
And-and your,
your longtime friend, the one,
you know, the-the one that--
That's why it's over.
I will take every single one
of your friends out for dinner.
I will, I will try harder.
It shouldn't be hard, Andre.
It's not a competition. It's not
a match you have to win.
It's life, and it can be fun.
So you're bailing on us.
No.
I'm just leaving.
You bailed on us
a long time ago.
Makes me sick
to see you like this.
Why? It should make you happy.
Finally I've proved you right.
I'm just a quitter.
One big failure.
-Shut your mouth!
-Your son is a loser.
No, wait, wait. What's your
favorite? Ah, "He's a wimp."
You're pathetic.
Come on, Philly, let's go.
- Hm.
- Okay, man.
I'll see you around, I guess.
Yeah, go.
Hey there.
What do you still want? Money?
Believe it or not,
I like you, Andre,
no matter
whether you win or lose.
Hit the road, Brad.
I fucked up.
Sagno
is a brand-new music label
founded by
himself.
...ranking records.
Yeah, uh...
The last two years
were incredibly tough,
but now I feel like
I can pick myself up
and just play tennis again.
That is great.
What is driving you?
Wh-where do you take
the energy from?
Uh, when I step
on to the court now,
um, I realize what a privilege
it is to have this ability,
and, and I'm just grateful.
And I'm having fun,
maybe more than ever before.
That's really fantastic.
And what does this
tournament here in Paris
specifically mean to you?
Uh, I, I started
playing on clay as a kid,
so Paris always feels
a bit like coming home.
Brad?
Yeah, I know what time it is.
- No, I'm not drunk.
- Thank you.
Listen, can we start tomorrow?
Yeah, tomorrow.
This is like a miracle.
He had dropped out
of the top 100.
There were even rumors
of drug problems.
It looked like he'd become
the tragic figure of tennis.
Absolutely, and now we are
witnessing one of the greatest
and most surprising comebacks
in the history of the sport.
Yes, Andre Agassi
has just made it
to the second week
here at Wimbledon.
Thank you.
Ms. Graf, I believe the
concierge has something for you.
- Oh, okay, thank you.
- Why don't you go up to her?
Shh.
Thought
you're madly in love with her.
Why don't you just
go and talk to her?
-Because I have a plan.
-This is really very special.
Okay.
I think you'll like it a lot.
Thank you.
Hey, is this the, uh, museum?
Yeah.
Okay. Um, what's on display?
Nothing.
All right.
Um, one ticket, please.
Hey.
Hey.
-How on Earth did you--
-Shh...
Don't worry.
There is nothing and nobody.
I didn't realize
nothing could be so beautiful.
Why are you here?
Well, I wanted to see you.
Okay.
But how?
Remember in Rome
you told us you liked
to go to a museum
before a match?
And you happened to check all
of London's museums now or...
No, but I happen
to be the person
who told the concierge
about this place.
Very sneaky.
I figured
you would like it here.
I love it.
It's so unique and...
full of nothing.
Well, that's what I dream of...
getting away from everything...
disappearing into nothingness.
Why don't you do it?
I don't wanna do it all alone.
But what about Brooke?
Oh. Um, we got divorced
more than a year ago.
-I'm sorry.
-Don't be. It's...
It's better like this
for both of us.
What are you thinking?
A mountain cabin.
No people, no noise.
Just the sky...
the mountains...
the wind...
and you.
That day we spent in Rome...
I still think about it.
I do, too.
Andre, I-I, I have a boyfriend.
-I'm sorry.
-Don't be.
I'm glad you're here now.
Uh, room 303.
Uh, yes, of course, Ms. Graf.
-Here you go. Goodnight.
-Thank you.
Wow.
Yes, um, I was wondering
if you have an extra room
available for tonight.
301? Perfect.
Yeah, just add it to my bill
and send up the key.
Thanks.
Hello?
Hi, Andre.
Steffi.
Your flowers, they're beautiful.
Thank you.
I, I hope I didn't overstep,
though.
You did, big time.
But I'm happy you did.
I have to sleep now.
Yeah.
Oh, um, hey.
Good luck tomorrow.
To you, too.
Goodnight.
Night.
-Andre?
-Yeah?
Find a mountain cabin for
after Wimbledon.
Gute Nacht.
Strong serve
by Lindsay Davenport,
putting Steffi Graf
under pressure
from the first moment on.
- Out!
- Exactly.
And that's how she's provoking
those relatively simple errors
by Steffi Graf.
-What's the score?
-Steffi's down 5-6.
...seen
in a long time. Maybe never.
She seems less tense,
almost less focused,
like her thoughts
would be some...Oh.
Look at this. Do you see that?
Yes, I do.
Thank you.
Now, without any further ado,
I'd like to ask you
to please welcome
the most outstanding female
tennis player of all time,
the one and only Steffi Graf.
Steffi...
Hello.
I never liked
press conferences.
Hated them, actually.
Here I am, doing another one.
Um...
Today...
Today I'm here to declare
my retirement from tennis.
Tennis was my life
for better or for worse.
Uh, but there's
a sense of curiosity
that has been growin' in me.
Um, a curiosity for
what else
life might have in store for me.
I had to go through
tough moments.
Sometimes I didn't think
I could handle them.
But in the end, I always did.
And now, uh, to my own surprise,
I feel this immense gratitude.
For my mum...
She's been there for me always.
Thank you, mum.
And also for my father.
You all know
what happened.
But without him,
I wouldn't be here today.
He was my coach,
my motivator, my inspiration.
My everything.
And nothing can change that.
Thank you.
Steffi, you already know
what's next for you?
Yeah, actually.
But I won't tell you.
Steffi!
Hey.
Hi.
I need to do something now
I've been dreaming of
for more than...
seven years.
And that is?
You know what's crazy?
Us?
Well, apart from that.
Tell me.
We've won everything in tennis.
Won Grand Slams, gold medals,
Davis Cup.
I think I won a little bit more.
True. But I haven't retired yet.
Okay. Combined, we won it all.
Mm-hmm.
But in spite
of all that winning...
I knew nothing of happiness...
about being happy.
I understand this only now...
right here...
with you...
because of you.
Promise me one thing.
-If we have kids--
-Uh, whoa.
Take it easy, Mr. Agassi.
I said if, not when. I said if.
Okay.
We raise them without tennis.
Promise.