01x25 - The Deep End

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Previously on Dance Academy...

I am a choreographer.
I am looking for dancers.

Come and work as my assistant.

See if you can cut it
in a professional environment.

Guys, how you doin'? I'm Myles.

It was brilliant!
She's right. You were brilliant.

You felt the need to push
the boundaries this year.

I've been pushing the boundaries
because I've been unhappy here, Dad.

You HAVE to talk to them.

No, I HAVE to rehearse.

If they're splitting up
because of me,

may as well make it worthwhile.

Mum... Paige and I really need
to talk to you about something.

Christian's never gonna
speak to me again.

A man-crush isn't
the end of the world.

What if it's more than that?

This has to stay in the vault.
You're dancing Clara.

'The Nutcracker' is Clara's story.

It's more than just a dancing role.

You must take the audience
on her adventure.

Transport them into another world.

Growing up on the farm,

I didn't see the ocean
until I was eight.

As soon as we pulled up
to the beach,

I was out of the car
and into the waves.

I thought I knew everything,

and didn't stop
to listen to any warnings.

Act II, 'Snowflakes'
and 'Land of Sweets', studio two.

Boys, battle scene, studio five.

Dude, we're gonna be out there
every day of the holidays.

Sweet. Christian's gonna
teach me how to surf, so...

Oh, rock on.

Katrina. Katrina!

See me later. I have plans for you.

It took about three minutes
for the rip to drag me out to sea.

I was in way over my head
and I didn't even know it.

Good start, Tara. Good start.

Keep warm until the others get here.

Abigail.

You'll be understudying Clara.

You should be very proud
of your audition.

It was technically very competent.

Thank you.

No, thank YOU.

Who are you understudying?

No-one.
Ooh. Sorry.

Just assumed they might've
given you something.

I got Clara.
Well done.

Oh, Ethan, nice of you to join us.

My assistants usually arrive
before the dancers.

OK, starting with
the Act II Snowflakes.

Clara to the centre, please.

Tara Webster?
She's only a first-year.

Congratulations.

Don't hold back on the grand jeté.

Ethan, could I have your expertise
over here, please?

Macchiato double-sh*t,
easy on the foam.

Snowflakes, first position,
thank you.

Soldiers, att*ck.

OK, with music.

Bring some energy to it, guys.

Nice and sharp.

Good.

Keep going.

Nice clean hits here, guys.

Clean.

OK, sharp turns. Finish.

Remember this is just
the illusion of fighting.

You actually need to work together.

OK, first positions.

This time work as a team.

Each one of these tutus
needs to be washed and sequined.

Oh, always happy
to help you guys out.

I was thinking, next production,
that, uh, I might try set design.

Productions are for students
of the Academy.

I doubt you'll be here
for the next one.

One rehearsal
and I already feel like I'm...

Drowning.

There's just so much
to get my head around.

Mm.
Sammy, wait up!

Hey. How's life in the spotlight?

I haven't made a total
fool of myself yet.

It's only lunch.

Thanks. See you, guys.

Hey, uh, my parole officer said
that your parents need to sign these

in order for me
to stay over the holidays.

My dad.
Do you think he'll be cool?

'Cool' and 'Dr Lieberman'

don't really fit
in the same sentence, but...

yeah, I'm sure he'll sign.

Cool.

So I'm sewing about a million sequins
by hand onto tutus

and I have no idea
what I want to do with my life.

For the first time in my life,
I finally get a mate.

He's a guy friend
who I can hang out with.

And then I... I get...
I get these...

Struggling for clarity right now.

I'm trying to say 'feelings',
but it's too weird.

Right. Ugly word.

Let's call them... 'muffins'.

And I'm glad we're finally
talking about this.

OK, so, you know how I get these
muffins when I'm around...

Christian?

Let's call him... 'Mouse Ears'.

Right. Mouse Ears.

You know, before I started
getting these muffins, I...

I thought I knew exactly who I was

and now I can't stop thinking
it means that I'm a... well...

A... labrador?

What?

Friendly, cuddly, bouncy labrador?

You're right. I'm SO glad
we're talking about this.

No, no, no. Come on.

I just think you need to focus
on your muffins for Mouse Ears, OK?

Don't agonise over
the labrador thing

until it follows you home
and asks you to keep it.

Yeah, well, I have a better plan.

Avoid Mouse Ears
until the muffins go.

Every last crumb.

Homework?

Sort of.

'Pros and cons'?!

"Should I tell M.E. about the muffins?"

Who's M.E.?
No-one.

"Cons.
One - Probably hates labradors.

"Two - I'll be thrown into
the Harbour, or I'll jump.

"Three -
Jews can't join a monastery."

Should I ask?

Please don't.

Hey, what did your dad say
when you gave him the forms?

Um, he... he hasn't signed them yet.

He's been quite busy with work.

But I'm on it, so... yeah.

And you should probably tell M.E....
she might like muffins.

I doubt it.

I call and call
and you never pick up.

I've had rehearsals.

I'm understudying Clara
and I got the Snowflake solo.

That's great, Abigail.

Your mum rang. She told me
what's happening at home.

Having your parents separate
is a pretty tough thing for anyone.

Look, Adam, I'm not sitting
on the couch right now,

and this has nothing to do
with eating,

so I don't really see how this
fits your job description.

Sometimes when students see their
parents making sacrifices

for them to attend the Academy,

they can blame themselves
when things start to go wrong at home.

Look, can we skip the psychobabble?

Mum left Dad behind in Brisbane
so that she could support my dancing.

Now they're separating
because of the distance.

It all seems pretty
cause-and-effect to me.

We done?

I've got rehearsals.

Save me. I am drowning
in a sea of tulle.

Oh, well, hello, gorgeous.
How's the weather down there?

Myles!

Hi, um... better than London,
I guess, but I wouldn't know.

I haven't been outside all day.

Well, go outside
and check it for me.

Sure.

If you wanna spend
an international phone call

talking about the weather.

And, hey, then we can discuss
phone connection.

I have to go.
There's someone at the door.

Oh, should I be jealous?
I dunno. He's pretty hot.

OK, remember what we said.

Maintain your focus,
maintain your spot, and...

They're expecting too much of me.

Clara's onstage the whole time.
I'm not ready.

You wouldn't have been cast
if you weren't ready, Tara.

You've had a long day.

Rest up for tomorrow.
Can I steal you for a moment, Ethan?

'Assistant choreographer'

is such a difficult concept
to wrap your head around.

Well, Tara was uncertain about
some of the choreography.

I have an extremely inexperienced
dancer in one of my lead roles

and you decide to give her
unsupervised advice.

I thought it would
save time in rehearsals.

You argued for Tara in the audition

and I saw enough potential
to give her a chance,

but she's struggling.

You need to remain professional.

Is that understood?
Yes, sir.

OK. "The path to happiness
begins with a dream."

That's my problem.

I don't remember my dreams.
I do.

That's it.

OK.
Alright. Go on.

Fly to Darwin, hire a Kombi,
drive around all...

Drive? You're 16.

It's a dream, OK? Just go with it.

OK, so, drive around
the whole of Australia,

stopping at every single beach

and camping out
at every single music festival.

That's nice.

OK, what's yours say?

Hm. "What's the difference between
Myles Kelly and bubblegum?"

"One's artificially flavoured
disposable pop

"and the other's just bubblegum."

That's a bit cynical, isn't it?

Everyone I respect
thinks I'm a puppet.

Just another manufactured pop star.

And they're right.

OK, so... cut the strings.

Write something that's for you.

Alright, boss.

Stop! Stop!

Sammy, you're meant
to jump on Christian.

Yeah, I...

I thought it'd be, uh, more dramatic
if we created distance between...

Yeah, let's just stay with
the director's choreography, OK?

Yep. Yep.

Alright, let's pick it up
from the three-step turn.

Stop the music.

Prompt side, Tara. Prompt side.

Again, please.

Cue the music.

What's my cue?
That was it.

Stop the music.
You're still half a bar late, Tara.

We don't have time for this.

What's the problem?

Um... I think I just lost my focus.

We have to move on.

Get the DVD and make sure
you know it by next rehearsal.

Pick it up at the Snowflakes coda,
thank you.

Is it just me or is this
getting embarrassing?

Cue the music!

And...

"Oh! I lost my focus!"

"Wait! I missed my cue!

"I can't... do... the steps.

"Ethan! Help me!"

You should've gotten Clara.
Or you. Or Suni.

We all know why she got it.

It helps when
the assistant choreographer's

wrapped around your little finger
and you're not afraid to ex...

Sorry, but this is
a professional production

and thanks to one person

it's gonna look like
a primary school Christmas concert.

Abigail... you were well cast
as a Snowflake,

but Clara's about heart
and you can't fake that.

So you'd better hope
that Tara plays that role,

'cause if it's you up there,

the audience will see
how empty you really are.

I can see you.

You're not invisible.

Oh! Hey!

You're avoiding me.
No, I'm not.

Look, I get why. It's fine.

Look...

Your dad won't sign the forms.

They're respectable people.

They shouldn't have to look after
a convicted criminal.

Yeah, look...
Mate, I'm really sorry.

It's not your fault. You tried.

Huh? Lucky you got this far.

YOU'RE lucky!

I let Mouse Ears think my dad
didn't sign the forms

because my muffins
are out of control

and I'm afraid it means
I'm a labrador.

OK, that is low.

You're making Christian believe that
he's not good enough for your family?!

Sammy...
I just... I need some space, OK?

I just need some time away from him
to get my head back to normal.

So you're gonna let your best mate
rot in the boarding house

all summer because you can't
talk about your feelings?

What do you want me to do, Kat?

Should I get a T-shirt that says,
"Samuel Lieberman... gay-boy.

"Have you seen my room-mate?"

You said the 'G' word.

Well, I can't pretend it's just
a 'man-crush' anymore.

I think it's a little bit too early
to be worrying about

whether you are or you aren't.

What you do need to worry about
is the problem at hand.

Christian.

He has done nothing wrong and you
can't make him think that he has.

Phew...

Hey.

Do you think I'm empty?

Never.

Why'd you break up with me?
I'm fine with it. I'm just curious.

I...

I guess it just...
stopped feeling right.

Sorry. It's family stuff,
not dancing.

I'm sorry.

What?

Sorry, I have to, um...

That's your dad's signature.

I can explain.

Don't bother.

Christian, I just...
feel we need to take a break.

You know, we've been living
in each other's pockets all year.

And yet I'm not good enough
to live in your house?

That's not what it is.

OK. What is it?

I'm getting these... muffins.

Is it OK if I use code words?
'Cause it's kind of hard to say.

I'm afraid they mean that...

I'm a labrador,
and you're Mouse Ears.

I think I like you.

No, that's... That's not true.

I know I like you.

Not good enough, Tara.
I need more extension. More height.

You're carrying the ballet
at this point.

Stop the music. Stop.

We're gonna keep going
till you get this right, Tara.

From the start, please.
My knee hurts a little bit.

How badly?

I think I twisted it
on the last pas de chat.

Maybe you're right.
Maybe you're not quite ready yet.

Abigail, you take over Tara's part
for this rehearsal, please.

I know your knee's fine.
Tell him you can do it.

From the beginning of Clara's solo.
Places, please.

Good, Abigail.

Uh, Darwin?

The van, a map and no return date.

You're right... I need to write
some songs that I can be proud of

and I just need to work out
what I wanna say.

Yeah, but you totally
stole my dream.

Well, I was kind of
hoping to share it.

See, that's yours. Come with me.

I... I can't.

Why not?

Just think about it.

Just make sure
you ask your folks first

'cause I don't want them
hunting me down.

Road trip.
Mm-hm.

Every single beach.
Every music festival.

Just you and me.

What is wrong with you?

I don't know.

I didn't mean for it to happen.
It just... came from nowhere.

Who do you think I am?

Why didn't you trust me?

Sammy, I robbed a servo.

That is something to be
ashamed of every day.

This... how you're feeling... isn't.

It's not whether I am or I'm not.

It's... about you.

If we're friends, I can't...

I don't even know
how to be around you.

So... I should move out...

and next year...

You know, everyone in my life
has either left me or kicked me out.

Now you're trying to do the same.

I mean, what do you want me
to say, Sammy?

What do you want me to do?

I don't know!

You're not ditching me
because you're confused.

Alright?
OK.

The thing about being
out of your depth is that

there's a really good chance
you're just going to sink.

How's the knee?

You shouldn't have fought for me
in audition week.

Yeah, I should've.

But if you reach up your hand,
someone might be there

to help you keep your head
above water.

You kept it!
Got used to having it around.

You're the right dancer for Clara.

You have to fight for it.