01x03 - Behind Barres

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Previously on Dance Academy...

Don't let me stop you.

I'm Ethan.
Yeah, I know. We met.

Until I say otherwise,

you're to go back to basics
and work at the barre.

Back home,
I'd dance and instantly feel free.

If I'd had a bad day at school
or a fight with a friend...

dancing was the place
I'd escape to.

But here, it's like everywhere I turn
it's a dead end.

Get up. Come on, get up.

Get up. Get up. Come on.

I'm still dancing,
but it's behind bars.

I might as well be in a cage.

Hey.

They should just put you
out of your misery.

It's gonna be months before
this matter goes before the courts,

so until then you can
be released to your parents.

Look, Christian, I'm on your side, mate.
I need you to work with me.

Can I have your mother's number?

She's dead.

And your father?

Not applicable.

If there's nobody who'll
take responsibility for you,

you could be in detention for months
before you can be placed in a refuge.

I've got a brother.

An adult? A responsible...

Yes, an adult. He's got a wife,
a kid. Little picket fence.

Does he work?
Yeah, in the mines.

Broken Hill.

Give him a call.

Will he vouch for you?

Of course he would. He's my brother.

There's no answer.

Then you'll have to stay
in juvenile detention.

Unless there's somebody
else you can call?

Most new students would be excited
to be at the National Academy.

It's probably not one
of their bail conditions.

It's a new situation for both of us.

It's like roomy's
coughing up hair balls

and stashing them
in the bottom drawer.

It smells so completely vile
I could actually just puke.

Tara!
Sorry. Puke?

New room-mate.
She's hoarding something morbid.

I am living in a fog
of revoltingness here.

See, Kat, now you miss me.
I wish we were sharing.

You and me? Oh, Tara, I'm touched.

Why don't you just get Abigail
to sign a room-exchange form?

I mean, surely she doesn't
want to room with you either.

Bet you ten bucks she says no.

Come on, Abigail. At least
consider swapping rooms.

OK. No.

Cough it up. Thank you.

Firm fifths.

You're seriously
pretending I don't exist.

I know you saw me this morning.
What?

Wait, we didn't
hook up once or something?

Because you're not really my type.

No. Audition week, remember?

You humiliated me because
I went to the wrong change rooms.

Oh, you're the little girl
in the training bra.

High-pitched voice, habit
of spying on guys in the bathroom...

That's you, right?

Firstly, look around.

We're in the same class
which means we're the same age.

Just because someone
is on the smaller side,

it's not OK to make judgements
about their underwear.

Secondly, I've explained numerous
times that I wasn't spying.

If I'd been spying,
it wouldn't have been on you.

And thirdly,
my voice isn't high-pitched!

Yeah, it's all coming back to me.

In my class, I expect
total concentration.

But it wasn't...
I thought we understood each other.

Yes, Miss Raine, we do.
I've been working really hard.

Well, I can't see any improvement.

You know, it's possible
I'm going to be off pointe

and chained to the barre forever.

50,000 years from now,
aliens will find my body

and even THEY will know
I am the loser of the Academy.

Oh, but they'll also be impressed
with your lack of bunions.

- I'm sorry.
- You can't be serious.

You're not actually
breaking up with me?!

- It's not you. It's me, OK?
- It doesn't feel right.

Yeah? Well, how does this feel?!

What is with your brother?
Why does he do this?

You knew the ground rules.
Don't dump your toxic waste on me.

You'd tell me if he liked someone
else, though, wouldn't you?

Please, Kat. I need to know.
You need to speak to him for me.

Three words, Isabelle -
"Told you so."

You Karamakovs are
a chip off the same iceberg.

I need to go eat my feelings.

What was that?

What?

You like him.

No, I don't.

Tara, you can't go there.

Why not?

Did you not see Kat
regurgitate Isabelle just then?

It'd be different if it was me.

You're deluded.

We'd be like sisters.
Uh-huh.

Come on. When Mia
went on exchange...

Oh, this is Mia,
your imaginary girlfriend?

When Mia went on exchange,
we wrote up a pros-and-cons list

and it helped clarify our feelings.

So Ethan Karamakov...

Alright, so we're going
to start with cons.

Kat.
I really don't think she'd mind.

Because she didn't mind
with Isabelle.

Alright, what else?

Well, I guess it's distracting.
I should be concentrating on dancing.

I'm gonna put that first
where it belongs. What else?

The first time I spoke to him,

I was so nervous I swear a little bit
of vomit came up in my mouth.

Gross.

He also changes
the way my heart beats.

OK, well, that could
be common arrhythmia.

When he's walking...
Yep.

He never looks back,

like he knows exactly
where he's going

and that everybody else
is following.

Wow.

What?

Oh, I just thought I'd come by and see
if we could brush each other's hair.

Tara's not here.

Why are you doing this?

Look, Tara doesn't want to room
with you, so just sign the form.

Has it ever occurred to you
that the reason I won't change rooms

is because you want me to?

And... he smells like Christmas.

OK, I swear a little bit
of vomit just came up in MY mouth.

It's going down as a con.
It's a pro!

You guys, I've been
looking for you everywhere.

That is not the face
of someone that could hate me.

The natives are getting restless.

What's up?
Abigail.

The details aren't important,
but this means w*r.

Oh, hey, I hope you don't mind.

I've been feeling a little homesick,

so since I'm staying
I decided to redecorate.

Ow!

I'm impressed.

Maybe we need to crank
the sabotage up a notch,

find a weakness and target it,
really hit her where it hurts.

Tara, you probably
shouldn't use that.

Seeing as you felt comfortable
enough to use my toiletries,

I didn't think you'd mind if I used
that brush to clean my toenails.

They came up really well.

She's good.

OK, that's it, everyone.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Christian, nice jumps. Stick around.
I'll run you through the beats.

Come on, T. You'll be alright.

OK, so no bombing,
no posing, no sashaying,

and avoid the high-tide mark.

It's where we bury the bodies of
those who give away the secret location.

See, she's bringing us
to her getaway place.

I bet she never
brought Isabelle here.

You're going down in flames.

So, Kat, this morning with
Isabelle... Did you not like her?

No. No way. She's great.
We used to be like that.

But Ethan was the dealbreaker.

Practically every friend
I've ever had has fallen for him.

It's pathetic, right?

You know what really annoys me?
I warn them about him.

I tell them he's going
to be a regular Prince Charming

until he gets bored
and then he dumps them.

So what do they do?

They do it anyway,

and I'm expected to open my arms
and let them snot all over me?

No, thanks.

No.

No!

Coming in?

Kat?

Yeah?

Karaoke.

Karaoke. I hate karaoke.

Exactly my point.

Everyone hates karaoke,
therefore Abigail hates karaoke.

Oh. You, my friend, are a genius.

Karaoke in your dorm room.
The perfect t*rture.

Man, I'm so glad she's on my side.

Whoo!

Ethan, I want to introduce
Christian. He's just joined us.

Hey.

I'd like him to look to you
as a mentor of sorts.

Ethan's in third year.

I'm sure he'll be happy
to answer any questions.

So, what do you want to know?

Nothing.

Look, let's just forget the whole
'mentor' thing. Just call it mates.

Yeah? I've already got mates.

Ethan, can I speak to you, please?

What's up?

None of this makes any sense.

I need to know what I did
to you that was so wrong.

Isabelle, I'm just a guy
who needs a lot of space,

and this just doesn't feel right.

Well, WHAT doesn't feel right?
Which part, exactly?

Can you give me a sec?

This is going to take
longer than I thought.

Sorry.

♪ There's a thing
that I ain't never gonna say... ♪

I love that, Kat.

♪ No way-ay-ay

♪ Ooooh
♪ We'll see the light of day

♪ Oooh
♪ 'Cause when I think

♪ Ooh, ooh
♪ Of all the things I want to do

♪ I don't know, oh, oh

♪ If you think they would be cool

♪ They'd be cool, ahhhh

♪ And when I think of all
the things I want to say

♪ Here's the b*at
♪ Whoa-oh-oh... ♪

Sing with me, Abigail.
No, thanks.

♪ I just don't know

♪ What to do
♪ Hey

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey. ♪

Oh, sorry. I'm just
looking for my wallet.

Hey, are you OK?

Yeah. Um, no.
Well, sort of, yeah. Yeah.

I mean, I'd be better
if Miss Raine would get off my back.

But, you know, apart from that...

I'm just... I'm terrified that
I'm never going to be good enough

no matter how hard I'm trying,

and my room-mate is giving me
absolute hell, and I just...

Sorry, I'm fine.

It's OK. Everybody
goes through this.

Here.

I've got a spare moment.
I'll take you through your développés.

Really? I mean, as long
as you don't mind.

She's on the move.

Taking your time. You of all people
can't afford to be late.

I'd better get a move on, then.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Abigail, is that you in there?

Yes. Open the door.

It's not like you to be late
for Miss Raine's class.

I'm not kidding, Kat.

- Open the door.
- Oh, don't worry.

I'm willing to unlock this door
and help you maintain

your sickeningly perfect
attendance record.

All you have to do is sign
on the dotted line.

Not in this lifetime.

Open the door!

I had a long talk
with your lawyer.

She believes that your only chance

is to show the court that
you've turned your life around.

Yeah, I know. Something about
an apprenticeship or something.

What she told me was...

"Proven commitment to training
for an elite career in dance

"would be compelling evidence

"that Christian would benefit
from a non-custodial sentence."

This could be your ticket to freedom.

Yeah, well, this is
my ticket to Broken Hill.

So you got through
to your brother, then?

Look, I've run out
of credit, alright?

He'll get my missed calls
and he'll call me back.

Here.

Go ahead.

No, he probably won't answer
a number he doesn't know.

It's worth a sh*t, though, right?

Drew? Hey, it's me.
Yeah. No. No, Christian.

Yeah. Look, I'm coming
to stay for a while.

Yep. No, I won't cause any trouble.

Yeah, well, I'm great with kids.

Well, I'll learn.

Yeah, but...

lt wouldn't be forever.

Yeah. No, it's all good.

Alright. 'Bye.

Hey!

What do you want?

My wallet.
What are you talking about?

I wouldn't do that again
if I were you.

Whoa. Hey, settle down. Settle down.

You want my advice, Christian?
You're never going to fit in.

It's clear you don't want to be here.

So why don't you just crawl back
to whatever rat hole you came out of,

and everyone's happy?

There's some cash missing.

I can give it back...
l don't want your money.

But you owe me.

Let me out.

SOS.

Ethan?

Nope, Kat, I can't do it.
I can't stoop to her level.

Relax. I'll stoop
for the both of us.

Nope. Gotta let her out.

On a meanness scale of one
to Abigail, you're not even a seven.

Hope you know you're no fun!

I'm really sorry, Abigail.

No, don't be.

"Ethan Karamakov,
by Tara Webster."

"Ethan Karamakov,
by Tara Webster."

What?

"Ethan Karamakov,
by Tara Webster."

Ethan Karamakov,
by Tara Webster.

Pros. When he's around,
the whole world goes blurry.

"When he's around,
the whole world..."

"When he's around,
the whole world goes blurry.

"But he's always in sharp focus."

But he's always in sharp focus 'cause
he kind of just knows who he is...

"He kind
of just knows who he is."

the way the rest of us
are just pretending.

"The way he eats,
the way he talks about things."

The way he eats, the way
he talks about things, real things,

and he smells like Christmas.

He smells like Christmas?!

Negatives. I need
to concentrate on dancing. And Kat.

"Kat."
"Kat."

So I'm a negative, huh?
It's good to know, Tara.

I... I can explain.
Tara, don't.

Just don't.

What...
Abigail.

She emailed the pros-and-cons list
to the whole school.