02x20 - Tick, Question Mark, Cross

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Previously on Dance Academy...

How about we take your ballet from
embarrassing to competent?

So we're good, right?
We're good.

I didn't know what leukaemia meant.

Seven years worth of treatment
later, I went into remission.

That's when I started dancing.

I'm going to like you
if I want to like you

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

Fine. Like me, then.

Mum's moving back to Brisbane
to be with Dad.

They're trying to sort things out.

♪ Let me have a voice,
let me speak and be heard... ♪

Breakfast - one egg,
one banana, one tub low fat yoghurt.

minutes cardio,
minutes Pilates.

One hour warm up, loosen ITB,
lengthen quads, strengthen feet.

So I like routine.

I like pushing myself.

I like the plan I made with Mum
when I was seven - to be the best.

Zach, I have my dentist appointment.

Because there's nothing worse
than being ordinary.

Abigail? New schedule.

I don't like change.
I don't like deviating from the plan.

No! No.

No more daytime rehearsals.

I told you, this can't interfere
with ballet.

OK, OK. Just come warm up.

But I like this feeling.

♪ To look at me, you'd think ♪

♪ I'm just the sum of all my parts ♪

♪ Well, listen through me,
see into me ♪

♪ This is where it starts... ♪

So, you've had six dentist
appointments in three weeks

and you don't eat sugar.

I smell boy.

Miss Armstrong, good.
I've been looking for you.

Wait for me in my office.

I need to talk to you
about your attendance.

Nice.

That was approaching
Company standard.

I think I could get there
with a few extra sessions.

Hello, Zach's social secretary.
Your wife.

Hey. Yeah, I can pick some up
on the way home.

Well, I should be
about minutes...

You have some truly woeful music
in there.

Again?

Yes, let's take it
one more time from the top.

You've read the email. Now get
the T-shirt and join the protest.

What email?

How the teachers ranked our chances
in the Nationals. Got leaked.

Ooh, drama.

The front runners, with a big tick,
Miss Tara Tiara.

And disgrace.

And our very own superstar.

Reedo.

This is stupid.
No false modesty, please.

Arms up. There you go.

I don't think
you're a question mark, Ben.

Oh, how was your blood test?

White blood cells
just as they should be.

And now, out of the running,
our low-achieving Liebermeister.

I'm booking the studio
every available minute.

We're going to prove them wrong.

We are? Really?

Abigail, it's time
to embrace your inner X.

At least it's definitive.

It is reprehensible that a student

would violate
a teacher's personal property.

And when I unearth...

Sorry, so we're the bad guys here

because you guys were caught
playing favourites?

It was a private email
between staff members.

And guys, you're taking this
out of context.

How can a question mark
be taken out of context?

The email was a reflection
of where we thought you were

at the end of last week.

A lot can happen between now
and the Nationals.

Abigail.
You have class in five minutes.

What's the point?
You've written me off already.

Finn? It's me.

I actually can make it to rehearsals
today so I'm on my way.

Abigail Elizabeth. You're not sick
again, are you, sweetheart?

Mum! Hi!

Hi! We're going to have to get you
some multi-vitamins, baby.

What are you doing here?
Where's Paige?

Paige is in Brisbane
with your father.

But I'm here now, standing by
to do whatever you need

between now and the Nationals.

Where are we going?
Nowhere. Just to the chemist.

Oh.

Did you check your sent items?

Because I would have to delete
and then double delete.

These fingers are speedy but...

I've no doubt you're capable of it,
Grace.

So put me on detention.

Oh, right. You're too busy
with your hectic social calendar.

I guess I'll just have
to find the time.

You're throwing your arms away,
Sammy.

That's why it doesn't look
like anything.

Maybe if we turn the music down.

What are you, ?

It needs to look like this.

Hello, this is question mark man.

Ah, yeah, sorry, this is Ben.

You're not going to get there today
but that's what we're aiming for.

Um, I-I thought...

Alright, see you, then.

All good?

Ah, yeah, I've just got this thing.

I think I'm done too.
Time for your nana nap?

You see how I'm not laughing.

That's probably a good indication
the joke's not funny.

Bad day for criticism?

No, 'cause I don't care
that I got an X.

I wouldn't expect anything else.

You, on the other hand, could try
a little positive reinforcement.

I'm about the tough love.

I thought you were doing Cupid.
Don Quixote.

No, Zach made me change it last week.

Oh, darling,
you can get your leg higher

in the en tournant hops
dans-uh.

You tell her, Mrs Armstrong.

That's always a problem
in the en tournant hops non-uh.

Mum, meet Grace.

She's damaged on account of her dad
never having any time for her.

Oh, nice to meet you.

You don't have that problem,
do you, sweetheart?

I mean, I know I haven't been
around much but you're eating?

Not too much but enough?
I'm fine.

OK. Good.

Then you can cope
with me telling you

that this solo
is not doing you justice.

Unlike your Helen Keller.

People still stop me in the street
about your interpretation.

Blind, deaf, mute. Poor, poor girl.

Mum, it's just the Academy
already approved this variation...

Yes, but your Helen Keller won you

the Sunshine Coast
Regional Eisteddfod

and it will win you the Nationals
of the Prix de Fonteyn.

Pretty early
for a Sunday morning sesh.

I couldn't sleep.

I don't want to be a tick.
I'm Christian. I'm too cool to care.

Sorry, what?
Just say it.

You want to win the Nationals.

OK. I want to win the Nationals.
Feel better?

My side.

Your side.

I'm driving Charlie's parents down
the coast so I want it sparkling.

I'll grab you some wax.

Detention. For that email leak.

Gee, that's funny.
I thought I did that.

But you were an X.

Wow, Abs, that's really masochistic.

Yeah, as is detention
for something you didn't do.

You don't need to confess.
I probably owe you this one.

It's a present from Ben.
Second thing he's ever given me.

Kat, I need your help. Mum's had me
doing Helen Keller since am.

Oh, that solo gave me nightmares.
Not to mention your mother.

So, ah, what is it that you need?

She's gone back to the motel
but she'll be here any minute.

I have to go meet someone
so can you please...?

In the name of love,
I will distract her.

You're in love?

Me too.

Oh, and I advise no tongue.

You give a guy the flu
and they hold that against you, OK?

I don't think Ben has germs.

Oh, you don't mind, do ya?

Um, you need to get more height.

Yeah?

You mean like that?

No dancing, no criticisms.
Today's all about you, Sammy.

OK, does this look alright?

It's really trans-seasonal.

Oh... yes! Air hockey.

I have to admit,
I'm a bit of a minor celebrity.

Really?

Yeah.
Games night down at the synagogue.

You'll have to teach me your moves,
then.

Abigail?
I'm sorry I missed yesterday.

You look like you should be in bed.
No, this is where I want to be.

Oh, that's me again!

You're just too fast.

Hey, man. Hey!

This guy, listen to everything
he says.

No-one's broken his record yet.

Is that right?

You know, they're talking about
doing another championship.

You need to be here.

Oh, excuse me,
I've just got some stuff to do.

Sammy...
No, you stay.

Ben.

Look, you're sick.

Go lie down.

You lie down. I'm fine.

Take a look at yourself.
What is that?

It's nothing.
Ben!

Dude, it's nothing. I'm fine.

One of my tests came back
with elevated levels.

They gave me a bone marrow biopsy
yesterday.

So did you get the results back
or...

Tomorrow. I'm not telling
Mum and Dad anything until...

Yeah.

Look, the thing is,
I'm not out of my five years

and so it's more than likely
that the cancer's...

Ben. Mate, you don't know that.
Alright?

I've had a question mark over my
entire life. I don't want it anymore.

It's a regular sewing bee in here,
huh?

As these magic knots entwine,
let thou heart be linked to mine.

Love spell.

Tara, how come you don't have Sunday
training sessions like Abigail?

Oh, um, I have to go bury this
under an oak tree for hours.

Well, you know how Abigail is.

She's just... She's so much more
dedicated than everyone else here.

It's always cardio this
or Pilates that.

And training and more training
and...

And rehearsals for Review,
a new independent musical.

Well, that's a curveball.

I only want you to say
the words today.

OK? Don't try to sing.

So, Mia, why would you like to be
in our revue?

To look at me, you'd think
I'm just the sum of all my parts,

a nameless face
that moves through space

to move other people's hearts.

But listen through me...

see into me,
this is where it starts.

Let me have a voice.

Let me speak and be heard,

let my spirit be stirred
with each perfect word.

It's my choice.

Oh, Abigail, that was extraordinary.
That sets us up so...

I'm sorry to interrupt
but Abigail has training.

I'm Finn, director of the show.
You must be Abigail's mum?

Yes.

Good luck. Nice to meet you, Finn.

Now.

When I used to come with my mum, I'd
try to predict who'd get good news,

who'd get bad news.

I hate hospitals.
Benjamin Tickle?

What's your prediction this time?

So I lied.

Yeah, I noticed.
I mean the cardigan.

That's not trans-seasonal.
It needs to be burnt asap.

You're seriously kicking me
when I'm down.

I'm not great with the sensitivity.

I'm competitive. And if there's
a joke, I'm going to make it.

Fine. But when crap stuff happens,

I don't need you there telling me
I'm crapper.

So you did mind being an X?
Yeah, I did.

I really did. I hate it.

Get up.

Who's that for?

That's for the teachers at the
Academy for always overlooking me.

There you go.

Here.

And that, that's for my dad.

I'm in the Nationals of the Prix de
Fonteyn. Book a ticket.

Whoo!

Your arabesques en tournant is too
low. Get your leg higher. Higher.

It's en tournant, en dehors, Mum.

I'm pretty sure it's meant to be
at degrees.

Really?

I've been teaching ballet
since before you were born.

Well, you've been teaching it wrong.

No-one notices in your garage studio
but this is the National Academy.

This isn't some little regional
eisteddfod.

This is the Prix.
I'm not doing this dance.

Darling, you're just tired
and you are run down,

no doubt from rehearsing that
ridiculous musical...

It's not ridiculous.
And it makes me happy.

I know what makes you happy.

I have sacrificed everything
for your happiness.

Mum, thank you so much for coming up
but I don't need you here right now.

So go home and I'll...

Just go home and
I'll call you in a few days.

Mum!

There is no home.

Your father's selling the house.

Paige wants to live with him.

What?
Why wouldn't anybody tell me this?

Because you're busy with
your training and the Nationals.

Mum...
You're right.

I am, I'm out of my depth.

No, I was just saying that
'cause I'm tired. I'm sorry.

I want you to stay, OK?

Really?

Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Give me a cuddle?

Now come on, let's do it again.

Just from the middle.
Try not to cough. Let's go again.

Zach, I couldn't get the rust out

but Dad's probably buying me
a car soon.

So you can drive that
in exchange for lessons.

Look at you. You have that cold.

Yeah, you're right. I have a cold.
But that's all I have.

But if I'd known I could have...

I love colds. I love colds!
They're so much fun!

What?

Breakfast -
one egg, one banana,

one tub of low fat yoghurt.

Shoulders down, ribs in,
turn out, Abigail.

Success is % hard work,
% raw talent.

I'm not a cross. I am a tick.

If I don't deviate,
if I don't lose focus,

this will happen for me. It has to.

Um, Miss Raine, can I please
be excused? Cough syrup.

Finn, hi, it's me. Um, you're going
to have to find a replacement.

Just rehearsals were interfering
too much. Bye.