01x15 - My Life en Pointe

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Previously on Dance Academy...

Relax, T, we'll get you home
before you're a pumpkin.

Hey, man. Uh, Lucas Hewett.

Recovery isn't always smooth.

So, when were you going to ask
to go back to dancing?

I guess you'll tell me
when I'm ready.

That was perfect.

I knew you could do it.

You're the little girl
in the training bra.

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

That's you, right?

Ever even kissed a guy?
You haven't, have you?

We should get going.
We'll miss curfew.

I loved my first pair
of pointe shoes so much

I took them to bed with me.

Before my first class,

I spent hours carefully preparing
my feet and the shoes.

But nothing could have prepared me

for how much it hurt
to dance en pointe.

It's like the most intense pain.

Blisters, blood, totally inhumane.

And then one day, you get used to it.

I know you can't have forgotten
how vastly superior I am to you.

Who's better, me or Christian?

You.
Ohh.

Which just goes to show,
you can talk yourself into anything.

Genius!

Pure, unadulterated,
'let me die right now

'because I will never be
this happy ever again' geniusity.

I saw them last year in the States.

I think they played better then.

That is so pretentious!

You can't tell me magic
didn't just happen here tonight.

They weren't bad.

Not bad?

Better than not bad. Say it.

No, I am not kissing you again
until you admit

that was the most amazing music
ever played in the entire world.

The entire universe.

Katrina!

Please don't let us disturb you.

Katrina!

This is well outside curfew.

And don't think it didn't escape
my attention

that you skipped
afternoon classes today.

It was just jazz.
I thought you'd approve, Miss Raine.

The day is getting close
when you'll discover

that the joke is increasingly
on you, Katrina.

This is Petra Hoffman.

On exchange
from the Berlin Ballet School.

Your new room-mate.

Petra, ignore everything
Katrina tells you.

Welcome to the National Academy.

Standard issue.
Teachers in Germany are the same.

Oh.

Well, Petra Hoffman,
welcome to Chateau Karamakov.

Just throw the clothes off that bed.
It's yours.

You can take them down
if you really hate them.

You can tell everything
about someone by their feet.

How they stand in the world.

How grounded they are.

How they dance.

I think they're beautiful.

They're just snaps.

I collect love.

I mean, more like signs of love,
public displays of affection.

Sweet. Well, you'll have to give me
a copy of the photo you took before.

My boyfriend'll love it.

So that was your boyfriend?

So, was it worth it?

Let me think.

Fifteen awesome bands

and the opportunity to spend it
with thousands of people

who didn't talk about ballet once
the entire day.

Yes, it was worth it.

Really? Miss Raine trapped me
after jazz.

She knows you skipped.
Yeah, I spoke to her already.

You know, she watched
Lucas and I kissing

for a very long time
before she interrupted.

Don't you think that's weird?

She did the same
with me and Isabelle.

It was kind of creepy.

Sitting right here.

Sorry, it was a long time ago
and I can barely remember it.

Good.

Yuck.

Oh, sorry.

Uh, Petra Hoffman, German exchange,

Tara Webster and Ethan, my brother.

Hi.
Lovebirds.

What's with the photo?

Oh, if you don't like it,
please erase it.

Petra's into PDAs.

Which are...?
Your favourite thing.

Public displays of affection.

Just the photos.
I actually really like it.

Now that you're the pash expert
and everything.

Katrina, my office, now.

Great.

You're on shaky ground, Katrina.
If I hadn't known you so long...

Don't treat me any differently
because you know my family.

I was going to say that
I know you well enough to realise

that detention won't change
your behaviour.

One of our ex-students, Gus Walker,

is doing some interesting
community work.

You'll be spending this afternoon
and the next four Saturday afternoons

helping him out.

Couldn't I just clean out
the shoe lockers instead?

You do know
this is just barre, right?

Hi, I'm Petra.

You don't have to wear pointe shoes
during warm up.

It's how we'll dance
when we're professionals,

so why not always do it this way?

Your room-mate
is taking Abigail's spot.

Blood sport. I like it.

Watch those hips in the devant,
Abigail.

Don't lose your line.

Lovely, Petra. Good work.

Stretch it out
and come into the centre.

Abigail?

I spoke with Dr Wicks this morning.

She thinks you should restrict
yourself to the barre for now.

But I'm fine.

You're still getting your strength
back. Sit this one out.

Take note, girls.

Look at Petra's lines.

Nothing is broken.

It appears effortless.

Lovely. Lovely training.

Petra has the most
incredible extensions.

Don't you think she's incredible?

Incredible.

You know, she actually made me
remember why I'm here.

Hey, you're not busy, are you?

Not anymore.

I've been thinking about
my show reel, and I need a dancer.

Do you know any?

I might do.
Yeah?

You remember that piece
that Isabelle did

for my contemporary showcase?

Wait, are you only using me
because Isabelle's away on exchange?

Is she?

I'm using you 'cause you're perfect.

Really?
Yes.

I'll come back later.

Hey, no, no, no, come on in.

You remember the chory, right?

It was a while ago.

Maybe you should get someone else.

No, wait, I remember it.

Well, good. You're both cast.

My gorgeous, sweet Juliet
and difficult, brooding Romeo.

Perfect.

No loud noises, no sudden movements.

Hey!

Hmm, vintage, huh? I wonder how much
these would be at the pawn shop.

Give them back
or I'll crunch your bones.

You can't touch me.

Don't try it. Bad things happen
to bad little boys.

Lucky for me I'm a girl, then.
Really?

You must be Kat.

So, Scout, you gonna give Kat
her sunnies back?

Hilarious.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Not bad.
Not bad?

We k*lled it.

OK, you were better than I expected.

Better than anyone
at your fancy ballet school?

What makes you think I go
to a fancy ballet school?

You can tell by looking at you.

And Gus told us before you got here.

Scout's been nagging me all morning
to get you to teach them some...

What do you call it, Scout?
Proper girls' ballet.

Apparently I'm too male.

Oh.

Will you?
You serious?

Good.

Tara, get closer.
Christian, can you pull her in?

OK, cut.

Tara, what's with you?
You're all stiff.

I'm still getting used to it.

Well, let Christian lead you.
He knows it.

Fine.
OK, from the top.

Hey, we have a student?

Hey, stay, OK? Stay.

No, I mean it.

I'm very busy.
You have to leave me alone.

Go home.

OK, OK.

So, what do you know
about public displays of affection?

My brother used to say that
our old dog, Ziggy, could read minds.

Hello?

Hello?

Be very quiet.

Is anyone there?

Shh.

Thought so.

Saturday afternoons
everyone tends to get out of here,

which isn't so great
if you've just arrived, right?

Sorry, I'm Samuel Lieberman.

I'm Kat's friend.
Hi.

You're the new girl, obviously.

Uh, cake?
Why not?

My, uh... grandmother bakes
a truckload each week.

I usually give most of it to Kat.
The girl is a cake...

- She seems fun.
- ..fiend.

Ooh... Sorry.

I'm not... I'm not usually like this.

It's just around cats
and... and pollen and...

dogs.

Which doesn't make any sense.

Right.

This could get ugly. I should...
I should probably get going.

Ohh.

You're scaring away the cute boys.

Cake?

Second position.

Tendu and lower.

Tendu and close. Good.

A couple more lessons and we'll make
ballet bots out of the lot of you.

OK, guys, catch you
next week, hey? Come and pack up.

Is that what you are?
Hardly.

Then what are you?
Good question.

I bet you're not as good
as the guys on 'Dance expl*si*n'.

That lame TV show?

As if! They're amazing.

They're alright. You can
see for yourself if you want.

I can make a call.
Really?

Yeah, the producer's
an old friend of the family.

Don't get their hopes up.
Lot of these kids do it tough.

No, really, it's fine.

Liz, it's Kat.

Yeah, look, I've got a bunch
of dance freaks that would k*ll

to come to a taping
if you've got room.

Tomorrow? Amazing.

I owe you one. Thank you.

How does tomorrow 10 o'clock sound?

OK, guys, I'll get the bus,
but I need you all to get permission.

That means signatures.

Careful!

You were fine!
I was about to fall flat on my face.

When have I ever dropped you?
Alright!

I thought you guys were getting
along better these days.

It's got nothing to do with that.

You know what?
I've got enough stuff.

But we haven't done a full take yet.

Yeah, well,
I'll just use what I've got.

Thanks for your help.

Me too?

So... I'll just go.

Hey, how was your
lovebird afternoon?

Rudely interrupted.
How was your enforced sl*very?

Surprisingly enjoyable.

I thought you hated kids.

Shows how little you know about me.

Uh, who stole my sheets?

Uh, dog?

Oh, no.

She was lost.
I couldn't leave her alone.

You're a rule breaker.
I'm really not.

Shh. Petra, you've just gone up
a notch in my books. Don't fight it.

You, on the other hand...

We cannot keep a dog here.
We have to find his family.

Ziggy!

OK, OK, OK.

Shh.

Tara, keep up.

Are you allergic to everything?

Yeah. OK, bad idea.

I'll see you later.
'Bye.

I didn't know you liked dogs.

They're loyal. And mute.

Here, he's hungry.

Oh, so I'm going to ask if they've
got any spare sausages at the cafe.

Oh.

No doubt another psycho calling.

I still don't understand why
it had to be my number on the flyer.

Nice dog.

He's a stray and we're looking
for his family.

Did you want something?

Oh, I was...

I was just thinking,
we don't talk anymore.

We never talk.

I'm busy, Christian.

What, you're blowing me off already?

I thought we were meant
to be getting along nowadays.

Do you have to work at being annoying
or is it just a natural talent?

OK, so, not another psycho.

Rather, the legitimate owners
of Lady Curlington.

They're coming for HER right away.

Who would call a dog that?

Um, where is she?

Guys, where's the dog?

Um...

Ziggy!
Ziggy.

Hi.

Oh.

Right. Yes, alright.
I completely spaced.

Just...

Oh, I'm on my way. Sorry, Petra!

And the smirk.
That's really annoying.

I smirk?

And your mole.
What is that meant to be anyway?

It just... it just sits there.

Well, I don't think
I can change that one, sorry.

And you've always got an answer for
everything, even if it's just your...

Smirk?
Yeah, exactly.

I'll get him.

Come here, boy. Come here.

It's a girl.

Here, girl.

Come here, Ziggy, come here.

Come on, grab her.

Ohh!

Ziggy! Oi!

Don't go there. Do not go there.

Come here.

Ziggy.

Oi.

Ziggy?

Come here, boy... girl, sorry.
Come here.

Come here. Oi.

Come here!
Ziggy! Ziggy!

Come on.
Ziggy?

Good girl.
Don't go. Ready?

And now!

Ziggy?

Ziggy!

Oh, I just missed you so much.

Come here.

Oh, good.

Guys, great, you're still here.
We'd better get going.

It's too late.
I've had to send the bus away.

Well, can't you just get it back?
I'm so sorry.

There was this dog
called Lady Curlington,

but we called her Ziggy, and she went
missing and we couldn't find her.

It was total chaos.

You promised.

I'll call the Academy.

They can find you
another punishment.

I can't risk these kids
with someone they can't trust.

The first time
I went en pointe,

I didn't realise
how much I'd cheated my technique.

You can hide things in flats,

but when your entire body weight
is resting on two toes,

there's no room for faking it.

Ohh.

Hey, where'd you go?

Don't ask.

Your weaknesses are on display.

Hey, you guys should check this out.

It actually turned out
surprisingly well.

It never happened.

So, you two kissed and made up yet?

And all of the groundwork
you thought you'd done

unravels in an instant.