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02x09 - The Break

Posted: 03/11/22 06:55
by bunniefuu
Previously on Dance Academy...
You came back.

Not for you. For me.

Those skills are white-hot.
Be gone with your compliments.

You broke up with Tara.
I'm on her side forever.

Excuse me?

I have no idea what just happened.

I was talking to Ethan,
then his tongue was down my throat.

I'll get the scholarship.
You saw me - I'm brilliant.

Deluded.
You really think that?

You've gone backwards
since last year.

The last day of semester,

when holidays are about to start,

the air starts to go kind of... hazy.

It's like we've been holding
our breath for months.

That final exam goes so slowly.

Like we're going to be stuck in that
studio till the end of time.

You can say it, Lucy.

Thank you, students. You're free.

And then it's over,
and we can breathe again.

Mr Lieberman?

Go, go, go!

Can you believe we're going to see
the South Dockers tonight?

I'm calling it best show ever.
First things first.

Maybe we could talk
now that exams are over.

You're really not making that sound
like fun, which is a priority now!

Boys. Tiny brains, cold hearts.
You're joining my girls night.

By the time I'm finished,
you won't remember his name.

I failed all of them?

The official results won't be
released until next week,

but I thought
you should know sooner.

So, I'm guessing the scholarship's
out of the question, then.

As is the Prix de Fonteyn.

Potentially you could
retake your exams,

but that's not even an option
until we sort out your financials.

I can't call my dad.
If I fail, it's like he's won.

Look, it's been a long week.

Get some rest, and we can discuss
your future in the morning.

I think your phone might need
recharging.

I don't take social calls
during exam week.

I guess you won't have much
of a holiday

I've got a few ideas
for a new classical solo.

You wanna work together again?
I've been looking forward to it.

Well, unfortunately,

the dancer-choreographer
relationship is based on trust.

This is about Grace launching herself
at me the other day, isn't it?

She wasn't the one doing
the launching, Ethan.

Someone's playing games here,
Abigail. It's not me.

Alright, talk to me
about the South Dockers.

Uh, Brooklyn's finest
hip-hop dance crew,

formed in
by Deltaroid and Mohani.

No, I meant I cancelled my shift.
I want in!

Dudes night out.
What did Miss Raine want?

I was gonna ask the same about Tara.

When she left that exam, she had
a 'let's talk' look in her eye.

All right, rule number one
for tonight...

talking about females of any kind
is banned.

Yeah, rules! I love it when
a dudes night out gets official.

Hey, well, this is disturbing.

Kat! Ignore everything you've just
heard. You can be our token female.

Very attractive offer, really,
but, no, I have prior engagements.

I just came past
to say happy holidays,

and I'll look forward to seeing
this disaster on Stalkbook.

Bye!
Someone stop her.

Katrina!

Christian, you know where
my priorities lie.

This will be more fun.

Come on, Tara.
Time for some catharsis.

I can't. He looks so wistful.
Shut up and egg his face already.

Who said ballet girls
don't know how to party?

Hi! So, Legal Studies exam -
good or bad?

My agent's just got
a stack of free tickets

to the South Dockers tonight -
under s only.

So?

Apparently they're sh**ting
a film clip

and want a few professional dancers,
ie, moi, plus friends.

Uh, we've got a pretty huge night
planned already, Kat.

Sorry, Grace.
Do you mind if I do this instead?

You'd think she'd want
one night off dancing.

Count us in.
Oh, goody!

Ben, tickets.

I thought you were
buying the tickets.

I put you in charge of organisation.

Let's keep our eye on the prize.

Sammy, we need your good looks,
and, Ben, your powers of persuasion.

Shouldn't it be the other way around?
That was an insult, wasn't it?

Uh, I need to see
your tickets, boys.

Oh, you didn't see us
come out before?

Nope. Got stamps?

Dude, I told you we needed stamps!
Sorry, my bad, mate.

I mean, Deltaroid, he's my cousin.

Mate, here, check this out.
What am I looking at?

Three guys who's gonna make this gig
that much cooler.

This is what happens
when we forget to bring his leash.

When did you get a tatt?

I don't know. A week ago?

I was gonna show Kat, but...
Sorry, no girl talk.

Don't you have to be ?

Yeah, but people always think
I'm older, the way I move and stuff.

We need a plan B!

We've got hours
before prep class starts.

And your inevitable reconciliation
with Tara.

Rule violation.
We are gonna make the most of it.

I've got an idea.
Let me capture the moment.

Who's that - Ben?
Is he still crushing?

Don't worry,
he'll get bored eventually.

Don't say that. I want someone to be
in love, even if it's not me.

OK, the pathetic
boy talk stops now, OK?

I don't think I can do this.

You can't go wrong with black.
I can't do casual dancing.

Pardon?

She means unstructured,
unchoreographed.

It's a common problem
for the semi-trained.

Maybe I should just
stay home and mope.

Oh, don't listen to her!
I'll show you casual dancing.

How old are you guys?
.

.
We're from uni.

Do you know what you're after?

He wants a dolphin
jumping through a rainbow.

We'd like to see a few more options.

Sure. There's a couple of clients
having some work done out the back.

If you wanna hang around,
have a squiz at the books.

And this is plan B?
What can I say?

You're an inspiration.

Hey, every time my dad
sees someone with a tattoo,

he's like,
'Oh, check out that cretin.'

It makes me want one more.

Well, I can't let you fly solo.

Yeah, and I've already got one
obviously.

Miss Raine might ban me from the
Prix de Fonteyn.

That's a good thing?
It saves me from quitting.

Oh, Christian would be
so embarrassed watching this!

He always has to be cool. Like, he's
too cool to talk about what happened.

He tells me he loves me
and then he pushes me away.

It was really unfair.

Eventually he'll come crawling back,

and I'll be like,
'Sorry! You missed your chance, pal!'

OK, less lips, more hips.

Is it just me,
or is Kat really overbearing?

And a useless tutor.
Kat, get out of the way.

Wow! Welcome to the party,
Armstrong.

Whoo!

Remember this one?

Who's that?

Uh, just Tara.

You gonna message her back?

Did you pick one out for us yet?

So, you're seriously
quitting the Prix.

Well, if it's a choice
between some stupid competition

and surfing for two weeks...

Some people are pretty psyched about
that stupid competition.

First you're on my case about Tara,
now the Prix.

You should be thanking me for
bailing. One less competitor.

Wow, thanks so much!

Relax! The worst is over.

So, what's the verdict?

Sweet pea, for this, I want to get
the richest blacks I can,

so I need to go in deep.

And when I say 'deep',
we're talking to the bone here.

To the marrow. You want it
to look good, don't you?

As it's there for life, yes!

I'm not sure about this!

It's called symbolic rebellion, Ben.

Oh, sweet mother, don't...
Shut up!

Just look at this!
You're here under false pretences.

What?
Doesn't change anything.

If you're trying to prove a point,
there are better ways.

You're suggesting I bail?
What is with you tonight?

I don't expect you
to understand, OK? Go.

He's , by the way.
Oh!

What is your problem?
Hey! Hey!

Hit me!
Go home to your mummies, boys.

Fight back!
Get off!

If you break anything,
I'll call the cops!

I worked so much harder for you,
and they still let you pass!

We should go.
Why not give me a scholarship too?

Sammy, come on, mate!
Oh!

OK, ladies, I'm the official
bag lady and phone guardian.

Give 'em up.

G'day, girls. Tickets, please.

Uh, we're with the Anne Black Agency.
Four.

Have a good evening.

Hey, girls,
smile for the camera.


Hi, Mum.
Oh, um, hips and hair. OK, let's go.

- All of them?
- Total fail.

If I can't get Dad to start writing
cheques soon, then...

this might be my last night
as an academy student.

Oh, and sorry about hassling you
before about Tara.

I care about her.
So do I.

I think I've been trying
to get her out of my system.

It'd be easier, but maybe I can't.

The girls can get us
into the South Dockers.

They're at the gig?
How did that happen?

Kat as well? Is my eye really
swelled up? Does it look tough?

No.

- Mate, this place is packed.
- Yeah.

OK? Hey!
Hey.

Sammy! What are you doing here?

Hey, players. Welcome to my party.

Ben, put me down!

Hey.
Hey.

That's better.

OK, um, this week has been
pretty ordinary.

And I've been thinking
maybe it's time we unpaused.

Excuse me?
We should probably try again.

Did you just say 'unpaused'?

Yeah, uh, sorry. Bad joke.

It wasn't a pause.

You broke up with me without
giving me a chance to explain.

Do you have any idea
how much that hurt?

Every time we do this...

I should've known you would've made
this difficult.

I'm sorry, Christian,
for not making it easy for you.

Refreshment assistance?

No, I'm going.
You OK?

I'll talk to you in the morning
about it. OK.

You know, I'd give you
my scholarship if I could.

What changed?
What?

After the flash mob,
I thought you liked me back.

I'm not picking up
that vibe anymore.

There's somebody else...

one of those inappropriate,
unattainable situations.

Sorry!
No, it's fine.

Great, actually.
It's usually because I'm annoying.

Here, guys.
Oh, yes, please.

Thanks, Sammy.

They're amazing! Thanks for putting
us on the door.

I thought you guys bought tickets.

You texted Christian about it.
It wasn't me.

It was Kat.
Uh, excuse me?

You've been texting Christian
all night.

How would you know?
Thank you, Abigail.

Sorry, what?
Want to check her phone?

Why have you been texting Christian?

T...
Don't explain.

You guys are allowed to talk.
You're friends.

Yeah, we are.

So, when he tells you that
the break-up was all my fault,

what do you say?

I don't talk about that stuff
with him, Tara. I wouldn't!

But truth time?

I don't think you should have tried
to contact his dad.

He wants to meet him. I know he does.

Maybe, but that's just
another way of saying,

'There's something wrong with you.'

There IS something wrong with him.

There's something wrong
with all of us, T.

I shouldn't have come out tonight.
You know what? I don't feel great.

I'm gonna go home, but you should
stay here with the other guys.

It's so terrible
when you can't trust your friends.

I trust her.
I trust her more than anyone.

Hey.

That's weird.

I was just messaging you telling you
not to message me anymore.

What happened?

There were some highs,
there were some lows.

It was character building.

I wish you came with us tonight.

You're so... easy.

Wow! Just what a lady wants to hear.

No, that's not what I mean.

I mean, everything's a lot easier
when you're around.

Well, I totally agree.
Things should be easy.

Like sliced cheese.

Whoever thought that a big block of
cheese would be easy.

You can't grab the cheese
and just bite it...

Oh, OK, sorry!

It wasn't your fault.
Sort of was.

Bye.

Last night was fun!

Yeah. You did a good job
getting rid of Kat.

She deserved it.
She lied to Tara's face.

So, it was all for Tara.

It seemed like you wanted to get Kat
the moment she h*jacked your night.

Judgment, Abs. Really!
You've done a lot worse.

Only to get ahead at the academy,
not for fun.

Ethan.

I have five seconds before Prix
class and one question.

If you choreography my solo,
do I still get co-credit? Nope.

Any thoughts overnight?

I'm gonna call my dad,

but whatever he says,
I'm not ready to give up yet.

During exams,

I can't wait to get away
from the academy,

but it's only when I'm back
that the world makes sense again.

So, I've talked to Kat.
Right.

And she said that she thought
that I went way overboard

trying to track down your dad.

And she was right.
So were you.

After everything we went through, it
was unfair to end things like that.

So, what do we do now?

I thought I needed
a break from this place.

I think I need a break from us.
A break-up.

I'm sorry.

OK, two weeks until preliminaries,
g*ng. Let's make them count.

I hold my breath when I'm here,

and I can't breathe when I'm not.

But at least when I'm dancing,
I know what to work on.

There's a way to fix things.