01x14 - Turning Pointes

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Previously on Dance Academy...

What happens to me on the holidays?

In line with your bail conditions,
you'll be staying here.

Seriously, when was
the last time you ate something?

Abigail!

Abigail?

Would it be the end of the world
if you deferred until next year,

just until we can work things out?

It's clean.

- Look, you got it.
- The first-year scholarship.

Every week you'll
be doing private classes with me,

working harder than
you ever thought possible.

You're telling me I can stay?

Yes!

There was this girl
I knew from Patchewalling,

sort of wide-eyed,
awkward, never been kissed,

with an extreme talent
for embarrassing herself.

I, on the other hand,
have a boyfriend who is, like...

Hey, you.

Golden, amazing friends,

and starting this week
I can dance en pointe.

This semester really
is going to be spectacular.

Hey.

You're back early.

Yeah, I have to start
privates with Miss Raine.

It's one of the requirements
of my... scholarship.

How are you?

Super. Thanks for asking.

Hey.

Good holiday?

Did you know Gloria in the cafeteria
hasn't spoken to Edgar the cleaner

since the passion fruit
sponge cake incident of 2002?

So climbing the walls, then?

Little bit.

It was the finals of the
National Junior Ballet Eisteddfod.

I danced perfectly.

The adjudicator
read out the results...

fourth, third, second,

and then Mum just started
squealing 'cause we knew I'd won.

After that, Dad took us
all out for dinner,

Mum, my sister, me, Kat.

Kat?
Ex-best friend, now frenemy.

Irrelevant.

We all ordered desserts,
only desserts, two each.

And what about that made you happy?

Winning? Dancing perfectly?
Eating whatever you wanted?

Feeling supported and sharing
with my friends and family.

Adam, the strength
and self-belief you've taught me

makes me certain I'm ready
to start dancing on Monday.

Read me anything you've written.

"I know wherever I am
I will do my best

"and that is all
I will ever ask of myself."

And is that something
you truly believe

or is it an affirmation you copied
down from an internet site?

You're being the perfect patient,
writing the perfect diary,

eating the perfect diet.

But your need to control
every situation isn't helping you.

You're making progress,
Abigail, and that's great.

But you're not yet strong
enough to return to ballet.

I'm ready to dance. I need to dance.

Then go dancing. Dance with a friend.
Dance for the love of it.

But no ballet. No classes.
No practising in that studio.

Nothing that could
trigger unhealthy thoughts.

Yes, OK, I'll ask her.

Hey, I'm teaching cha-cha again
tomorrow. Grandma and friends.

Can you come? She wants
a female perspective.

Gotta go. Love you.

So. How was it?

Breakthrough. He hypnotised me
and made me cluck like a chicken.

Are you allowed to go back to class?

Are you allowed to stalk me?

Stalk?

You've been here
every day of the holidays.

Don't you have anything
better to do?

Not so much. No.

Hi, honey, I'm home.

Kat!

Whoa, slow down.

When did you get back?
How was Europe?

Did Natasha really ground you?

Hey. How goes it, champ?

Unreal.

Roommate, meet boyfriend.

Boyfriend, ditto,
except other way around.

Oh, what? We're official already?
I thought we were just holding hands.

Ha ha.

So, Rumi didn't make
the second semester cut

and you're moving in with me.

There will be deeper cuts
at the end of this term, Katrina.

I hope you all managed
a few classes during your break?

Tara has a private lesson.

Tara's balance will change
in pas de deux now she's en pointe.

I suggest you spend the rest
of your holidays practising.

Are you ready?

Relevés in fifth position.

You know, when you arrived we talked
about choosing your friends wisely.

Posé up.

You didn't.

Better.

You need to make a decision
about what's more important,

your training... or other distractions.

He's a diplo-brat
I picked up in Paris.

His mum's an attaché
case or something.

Anyway, Natasha loathes him.
She went crazy when he kept turning up.

What, don't you like him?

No, it's not that. Miss Raine
just gave me the third degree.

According to her,
I can't hang out with you

and be serious about dancing.

She can't tell you
who you can be friends with.

What is this, primary school?

Straight down into his...

Samuel! How can you bear to leave
these arms so tragically empty?

How was Europe?

I can say "You're grounded,
young lady" in four languages.

More junk? This semester
there's gonna be rules.

No, Rumi's not coming back,
so I'm moving in with Kat.

How sweet. Bambi and Thumper
together at last.

OK, thanks. 'Bye!

Why are you still in my room?

Oh, I'm sure the audiences love you.
I can hear them chanting, Ethan.

Oh, let 'em chant.
Can't wait to see you.

Can't wait to see you either.

What should I wear to Dystopia?

Um, busy.
Mm-hm. I know. Hi!

Kitty Kat, long time.

Hey, I heard Natasha
sent you home in disgrace.

Ha ha. Yeah, 'bye, Ethan.
She'll call you back.

Hmm. Trashy in a good way?

Um, you need to get me on my leg.

I think you have to pull up more.
Help!

I hope you ate some of that.

I eat what the diet plan specifies.

So, for one night only I'm teaching
my cha-cha class here.

Studio one is now booked
and it's only two steps away,

so there's no excuse not to come.

Except that it's a parade
of saggy, geriatric bodies

shuffling around
a studio, achieving what?

Grace? Beauty? Technical perfection?

They don't have to achieve anything.
That's a relief.

Look, just... just come by and watch.

Mmm. Therapy's enough
pointless exercise for one day.

Cease to crunch, little one.
We are going out.

Only three sets to go.

The Kiefers are playing
a warm-up gig.

The Kiefers?

At a private club, all ages,
and our names are on the door.

But it's the first day
of term tomorrow

and we have Miss Raine
Classical at 9:00am.

It starts at 6:00
and we'll be back before curfew.

But we'll be wrecked.

Tara, how many times
have I said no to you?

You're going with diplo-brat anyway.
Why do you even need me?

'Cause you don't like him.

I barely even know him.

Well, can you at least
make an effort, then?

Tara, when we are old,

we will look back on this as the
defining moment of our friendship.

Defining moment?
Uh-huh.

Are you going to let me dance or not?

We all want to feel
you're strong enough

to cope with the extra
pressure ballet puts on you.

Is that a yes or a no?

You're not ready yet.

I see you have a reaction to that.

How do you feel when I say
you can't go back to ballet?

Fine.

Be more specific.

I feel like... I eat and I eat

and I do exactly what I'm told to do,
and I write my stupid little diary,

and I imagine my stupid
coping strategies,

and you still won't let me dance.

That's good. I want you
to be honest.

Honest? I'll give you honest.
It is unfair. I'll fall behind.

There are performances
at the end of the year

and someone else will get my role.

Everybody wants you to dance again.
We just want you to be healthy.

Why are you doing this to me?

You're just like ballet.
How am I like ballet?

I give it everything.
I never get anything back.

I love ballet.
Ballet just doesn't love me.

Ballet doesn't have
feelings, Abigail.

It can't love you or not love you.
Are we done?

All your teachers say
you're a wonderful dancer.

If you choose, you can
have a professional career,

or you can follow an unhealthy path

that'll make it impossible
for you to dance.

Now, today you've got choices.

If you don't deal with this,
you're going to lose that power.

About time.
Relax, T.

We'll get you home
before you're a pumpkin.

Hey, man. Lucas Hewett.

She's with us.

It's Lucas plus one.

Kassim told me to bring hotties.

No, you and one other.

Alright, we'll wait out here.
You go inside and find Kassim.

Plus-one goes in now or not at all.

We'll take, like, five minutes.
You're cool with that, right?

By myself?

We'll sort it. Five minutes?

Yeah, I'll be fine.
Defining moment.

Hey, guys.

- Take your partners.
- OK. Ladies' choice.

Excuse me? Hi.

Um, my friend has my phone
and my money inside.

Can I just go in and grab them
and then I'll come straight out?

I'm not lying.

How about you call your mum
and tell her to come pick you up?

But my friend will come back for me.

Look, I'll tell you
this for nothing.

If you're not on the list, I can't
let you through the door tonight.

The thing is I didn't
even want to come tonight.

And now I'm stuck here
in the middle of nowhere

and I've got class tomorrow.

It's Kat. Don't speak.
I don't wanna talk...

Voicemail. Can I make one more call?

Hey, Ethan. It's me.

And five, six, seven, eight.
Step back, cha-cha-cha.

Step back, cha-cha-cha.

Step, tap. Step, tap.

One, two, three.
Kick, back, kick, back. Kick.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

You must be the famous Abigail.

I was just leaving.
May I have this dance?

Go on, Abigail. Make his day.

Aha!

Now, the gentleman
is supposed to lead.

Just go with me.

Lovely.

You came.

Shut up. I'm dancing.

Third game of my first season
in the NRL, and I get crunched.

I did my ACL right here.

No, that's terrible.

Yeah, my family had flown
to Australia to come and watch.

They saw the whole thing.

According to Ethan,
your life's in danger.

Christian!

'Bye.

Bubbeh Lieberman
took a shine to you.

"Shmuelly, you behave yourself, now."

She thinks that you could do
with some more meat on your bones.

She's offered to cook you
her special dumplings.

You have to stop
hassling me about food.

That's not what I was doing.

It makes it harder.

Look, last semester,
what happened...

I feel responsible.

It had nothing to do with you.

Maybe I could have helped.

You couldn't have. No-one could.

Hi. My friend was just waiting here.

Yea tall, cute little dress,
big Bambi eyes.

She left. Her boyfriend came
and collected her in a cab.

20 minutes till curfew.
Let's walk really slow.

OK, changed my mind. Giant steps.

Giant? OK.

Stop right there.

Race you to the end of the park?

Alright.

Ready...
You're going down.

Set...

Cheat!

Yes!

Why are you going out with Ethan?

What?

Oh, I'm just asking.

Because he's perfect. In every way.

OK.

You may not see it,
but I feel it and I really...

I said, "OK."

Train's coming.

We should get going.
We'll miss curfew.

That's mine.

You're the one who moved things.
If there's a pillow thief, it's you.

You're right. I'm sorry.
Can't sleep. Kat's not home.

Four students didn't
make the half-year cut.

You'd think it'd be time
to get serious.

Your bed's still empty,

if you don't want to be trampled
by Kat climbing through a window.

Isn't the room tidier without me?

Yes.

This is important, being honest
to your friends about what you need,

giving up some control
to let them in.

It's brave and strong.

Healthy.

Thank you.

You understand that we support you...

your parents, your teachers,
your friends?

Yep.

Recovery isn't always smooth.

If you need me, I'm here.

I know.

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

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

I am so sorry.

If it makes it better,
standing in the queue

was the most fun I had all night.

And the Kiefers?
They didn't show.

And diplo-brat's friends
are really hard work.

Well, I think I'm going
to move back in with Abigail.

I feel bad leaving her on her own.

Oh, that's OK.

Our friendship probably wasn't
gonna survive us living together.

I belong in small doses.

I hope you've been
practising your cha-cha.

Oh, Sammy, please,
enough with the cha-cha.

Look. Ready?

I already miss
the wide-eyed girl from Patchie.

Sure, she didn't have a clue,
but there's a kind of freedom in that.

Not knowing stuff
makes things less complicated.

Mind if I cut in?
Oh, hi!

Forget you had a boyfriend?
No.