PMac (to station manager)
is why we cut away from the Roddick match?!
Cliff: We're live, Patrick.
PMac: Well, folks, it appears Juan Carlos is not
going to call for the trainer, or the police. But wait--
Cliff: It appears the tournament director himself has brought along security to detain Ferrero's wife. Have you ever heard of such a stunt on court, Patrick?
PMac: Only the streakers at Wimbledon, Cliff.
Security detains Layla and takes her to the players entrance. She insists on watching Juan Carlos finish the match. Rusedski is looking on, visibly shaken yet amused.
Cliff: Juan Carlos serving for the match. He just toweled off as much blood as he could . . . I'm sure the ladies got a kick out of that, eh, Patrick? The torn shirt look is very 'in' this year.
There is a commotion in the commentator's booth.
PMac: What's the meaning of this?! Cliff?
Hackie grabs the microphone that is audible on court. She pushes Patrick out of the way and presses herself against the glass.
All right, boys!
Patrick and Cliff try to grab Hackie away from the glass, but she pushes both of them into their seats and across the room.
On court, Juan Carlos serves his first double fault of the match. 40-15.
In the booth, Hackie is gathering all of the sanity that she possibly could. She remembers Juan Carlos's gentle smile after she serenaded him in the apartment.
Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.
For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name ("Huh?")
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart
And when at last I finally find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you ("Huh?")
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
You know I will.
I will . . .
Juan Carlos hits a slider ace out wide to win the match. He sends a kiss to heaven, then smiles the same gentle smile at Hackie in the ESPN booth.
Layla seethes with anger as she is led off the court. Juan Carlos accepts the crowd's bewildered accolades and even signs a few autographs behind his chair before leaving the court, tournament assistant whispering furiously in his ear as he carries the racquet bag.
Hackie touches the glass and smiles. She has calmed down enough to carefully replace the microphone and let a suspicious Patrick & Cliff get back to their places. She calmly leaves the booth, surprised to not be met by security as she leaves.
PMac: Well, Cliff, this has been quite a match.
Cliff: Indeed, Patrick.
PMac: I'm getting word that play has stopped on all of the other courts, so we can get right back to Andy's match, resuming play where we left off! We'll be back, after this.