01x16 - Free Falling

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Previously on Dance Academy...

Katrina!

Please don't let us disturb you.

This is Petra Hoffman, on exchange
from the Berlin Ballet School...

your new room-mate.

Well, good, you're both cast.

My gorgeous, sweet Juliet
and difficult, brooding Romeo. Perfect.

Careful!
You were fine!

I was about to fall flat on my face.

When have I ever dropped you?

I thought you were getting along.
It's got nothing to do with that.

Come on.
And now!

You guys should check this out.
It turned out surprisingly well.

It never happened.

So, you two kissed and made up yet?

As dancers, we learn
to be in control of our bodies

down to the last millimetre

because if even one finger
is out of alignment...

Tara!

Tara!

It all falls apart.

So you practise the movements
until they're perfect.

You learn to control gravity,
to control pain

and refuse to let yourself
get away with anything.

But there's one thing
that doesn't follow the rules,

that you wish you could control
but can't - your heart.

I want to know right now
who is responsible.

No, it's too weird.

I said, "Let there be cake!"

Alright.

What was that?

I know. I throw like a girl.
You do.

OK, to my sister,
sweet 16 and never been kissed.

Hey.

Oh.

What is wrong with you people?

I specifically asked for you
to fulfil my one birthday wish...

not for presents, but for my world
to be seen through cream and sugar

and all things cakey.

- Petra, I am so glad I met you.
- Oh, but of course.

Hey, what did I miss?

Oh, my gosh, your birthday.

I sent you, like,
50 reminders about being here.

I know. I'm sorry.

I'm just totally...
Spaced? It happens.

So, what's the plan for tonight?
Are we doing anything?

Uh, negative.

The parentals are home tomorrow

and I've... made Natasha promise

that she is gonna cook us
all something edible.

The woman can do 64 fouettés.

Give her an oven, disaster happens.
It's fantastic to watch.

Ooh.

Hello. We were just
talking about you.

You better be studying your recipes.

Oh, I can't believe I did that.
I don't know what's wrong with me.

You've gotta be kidding me.
I've seen that look before.

Fine. Whatever.

So Ma and Pa have extended the tour.

Estonia needs them, apparently.

Oh, Kat, I'm so...
Don't be.

They put a bunch of money
into my account

and said I can buy whatever I want.

The thing is I don't want presents

and there's an empty house,
which means...

Off-campus house party.
- Tell your friends.

Yeah, not too many
of your friends.

Oh, he has three
in the known universe.

Come on, Grandma.

Just embrace the fact
that tomorrow night,

we are going to be putting on...

Oh, it's 'we' now, is it?
Yes.

WE are going to be putting on
the event of the year.

Alright, but you're
doing all the work

'cause I'm gonna be
hanging out with Tara.

Huh. Good luck with that.

She hasn't had much time
for a lot of people lately.

Does she seem alright to you?

I mean, she hasn't
said anything about me?

Yes, we discussed you in detail

because the world
revolves around you.

Good.

Everyone notice Petra's
high retiré position...

nice and controlled.

And fouetté. Now, Tara.
Not in your own time.

You had this working last week.
What's changed?

That was a question.

I think
I'm nervous about falling.

Then you need to trust your partner.

Maybe she needs
to trust herself first.

And what is that supposed to mean?
You want me to say?

Uh, excuse me.

If there's a problem here,

it needs to be resolved
outside the studio.

One day, heaven forbid,
you'll be professionals.

Start acting like it.

Look, you need to stop
whatever it is you're doing.

Really? Because I'm pretty sure
you're the one who kissed me.

That was an accident.

What? Your lips
just slipped, did they?

Well, it didn't mean anything.

Look, I don't... I just
don't feel that way about you.

Alright, then. Forget it.

You're not even my type.

Christian.

Yeah?

Don't say anything to anyone.

Hey, I heard you're
looking for a DJ for your party.

I've scratched
some pretty big events...

uh, parties, my grandparents'
40th anniversary...

I could give you mates rates.

Or for free. Whatever.

OK, but if you mess this up,
my knee slips in the fouetté turns.

Awesome.

Uh-huh.

You want me to come early
and help get set up?

That would be splendid.

Ethan Karamakov, pros.

So he still smells like Christmas

even though up close,
you realise that's just his soap.

And what you didn't know before

is that it's not enough
for him to just hold your hand.

He has to wrap his fingers
around yours.

And then, of course,
he's smart and inspiring.

Hey, your sister
is gonna want to marry me.

Welcome to the family.

Kind to animals...

How do you feel?
Nothing.

Wait? What was the question?

I was just saying you look tired.

Oh, yeah, it's pas de deux.

I'm having trouble with
the finger fouetté turns.

Don't worry.
You were born to fouetté.

You've all been getting
too comfortable

dancing with the same partners.

During your careers,

you will have to perform
with people you've just met,

people you don't particularly like.

Am I interrupting
your social life, Katrina?

Always.

Back to the same place.

Kat, you'll get in trouble.

What? Who are you?
Our mother?

Five, six, seven, eight.

Don't.

Don't!

I can't imagine why you think
I want my time wasted on a Saturday.

We were... we were just...
Out!

Go and injure yourself
somewhere else.

Get out!

Oh!

Uh, Petra and I are about
to head over now and set up.

I have a private this afternoon.

I'll get there as soon as I can.
Don't worry about it.

Kat, have I done something wrong?
It's been a full-on week.

Yeah, it's been
a full-on week for me too,

just small issues like my parents
ignoring my birthday, but...

We should talk. Tonight.

Yeah, tonight will be pretty busy.

Oh, right.

I'll just... I'll just
do this class and...

I'll just see you there.

Fouettés en pointe.

If you can't do them by yourself,

how can you expect
to do them with a partner?

Miaow!

Listen, you have an inner cat. Miaow!

So the fridge
has spawned jelly sh*ts.

Oh, relax. There's barely
anything in them.

Oh, um, I'll get it.

Uh, it's Sammy's mum.

Hello, here is Mrs Karamakov...

..'s housekeeper, Gerta.

Yes, I'll be here
all evening. Oh, yeah.

It tastes funny.

Maybe they need more time
in the fridge.

Yes.

I honestly don't understand

why everyone
is so obsessed with this.

Pas de deux?
Parties.

I mean, what are they, really?

People acting cool and hooking up

so on Monday they can talk about
how cool they were

and how they hooked up?

You've never been
to a party before, have you?

Close friends of yours, Kat?

Oh, you wouldn't want me
being unpopular, now, would you?

Sammy invited me.

Awesome.

So, where's Tara?

She's gonna be a little bit late.

To her best friend's party?

That's gotta hurt.

You have a gift.

Tara, you're not on your spot.

Get on your leg!
You're not on your leg, Tara.

I can't!

You are perfectly capable
of doing this.

You're just
second-guessing yourself.

And neither of us are leaving here
until you get it right.

Hey, loner. Having fun?

Not really in a festive mood, sorry.

You?
Definitely.

This is a massive improvement
on dinner with the parents.

So I was told the birthday girl
cut the cake without me.

Oh, you shouldn't listen
to such rumours.

Come on, everyone's outside.

Go. I'm bad company anyway.

If my brother knew you brought this,
he would burst a blood vessel.

Is he always so uptight?
Only now he's got a girlfriend.

Do you know
whose party this is?

Some ballerina chick
wanting a rent-a-crowd.

I told you, it's not working.

No, you told me you were afraid
of falling. What will happen?

I'll get hurt.

Maybe, but you've got to
get over that fear sometime.

Tara, fouettés can only
be controlled up to a point.

After that, you've got
to trust yourself,

stop thinking and just turn...

from here.

Again.

I don't think they're worried
about technique.

Yeah, well, they should be.
They look ridiculous.

It's called fun.
You could try it sometime.

Yeah? Well, if it's so much fun,
then why are you just standing here?

Ethan? Hey, Kat...
Just a sec.

The neighbours are threatening
to call the cops.

Watch it!
Look how wasted she is.

I've come to cut the cake.
I like cake.

Oh, lovely, but you might
want to get cleaned up first.

Art project. Pretend I'm not here.

Yeah!

Hey, guys. Want some?

Yeah, and then later, you can
inject my eyeballs with sugar.

We're fine.

How many of those have you had?

Um, I'm making a rainbow, see?

Oh, excellent.

I've never tasted
jelly like this before.

Can you take a photo of us, Abigail?

What? Oh, OK.

Nice decor.

Daisy the rabbit.
I haven't seen you in ages.

Hey, don't pass out on me yet,
birthday girl.

We've got to get you
out of this cakey stuff.

Oh, no, I'm shy.

Oh, yeah,
you're Little Miss Innocent.

Stay still. Petra!

Sammy. Sammy! Have you seen Kat?

What?
Have you seen Kat?

No.

Have you taken it yet?

What?
The photo.

Yep.

Great.
Thanks.

Hey, come on.
You've gotta work with me.

Can't we just talk?

We've been talking for weeks.

And you and I both know

that's not why you brought me
up to your bedroom.

No, I should go back downstairs.
I'm being a bad hostess.

No, everyone's fine.

It's your birthday.
They want you to enjoy it, alright?

No, I really...
I want to go back downstairs.

No, Lucas. I don't want to do this.

Are you listening? Get off me!

Hey!
What's your problem?

My friend wants you to leave.

Whatever.

Hey, you're here.

I really need to talk to you.

Want to go outside?
Yeah.

What are you doing
drinking like that?

Do you think it makes you look cool?
No.

Because it doesn't.
It wrecks things.

And that guy, did you even like him?

Not really.

I just...

I wanted, for the first time,
someone to like me.

Something's been
going on with me lately

that's been messing with my head

and I don't think it meant anything,
but I've been unfair to you and...

I think I know what it is.
You do?

Yeah, the fouettés, right?

I mean, you said
you were having trouble,

so I figured you were scared
of falling, so I got you...

You got me a bird.

Have some water. I'll go get Ethan.

No, don't. He'll freak out.

He's probably with Tara anyway.

Because she's perfect.
And he's perfect.

And perfect people
attract each other.

I'm seriously not perfect.

Don't worry. I'm not perfect either.

Nope.

I always thought
you and I were the same.

Seriously unperfect.

You don't like it?

It's perfect, but...

Oh, couldn't have predicted that.

My sister handballs all the work

so she can be free
to go in for the birthday pash.

I did not need to see that.

Yeah, I'm not a Lucas fan.
She could do so much better.

I think she is. Check it out.

What...?

I'm sorry, mate. I didn't mean it.

What just happened?
Did I miss something?

I don't know.

I'll call her.

I'm so sorry.

Bad night?

I thought I told you to get lost.

I don't make a habit
of listening to ballet boys.

I don't want to fight you, OK?
That's a shame.

Oi!

Fight, fight, fight!

Wow!

Fight! A real fight!

I don't feel so good. You think
there was something in the jelly?

Yes.

Hey. Eugh.

Fight, fight, fight!

- The cops!
- Let's bail!

- Let's go, let's go.
- Let's get out of here.

Thanks, mate.

I'm not your mate.

Drinking, fighting.

Do I need to remind you

that this is the National
Academy of Dance?

I want to know right now
who is responsible.

That'd be me.
Please. You were barely even there.

Sir, it was my fault.
You're such a hero!

I was cleaning up vomit
the entire night.

Self-absorbed much?!
- Enough!

You were all at the party
when the police arrived

so you are all on detention
until further notice.

But...
Back to class!

Katrina, I'll see you separately.

Back to your original partners.

You joining us, Katrina?

I would, but I'm on probation.

These days, I'm sky-high
one minute and nosediving the next

and so far out of control
I don't know which way is up anymore.

Miss Raine was wrong.

Sometimes you really
should be afraid of falling.