02x10 - A Good Life

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Previously...

As if you know what's been going on.

You haven't been home.
I don't know why.

Dad refused to pay my Academy fees.
He hoped I'd run home.

I failed all of them.

You could retake your exams, but not
until we sort out your financials.

This is about Grace launching herself
at me?

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

Someone's playing games.

It seemed you were out to get Kat.

You've done a lot worse.

Everything's a lot easier when
you're around.

Every Sunday, I used to play chess
with Grandpa Morrie.

Between moves,
he'd tell me how he escaped Russia

before World w*r II broke out.

It does my head in that he was my
age when he left his family behind.

To go out to another country
by himself,

where he knew no-one,
for the chance to live.

Sammy, don't worry.

You're claiming independence
so you can receive Youth Allowance.

That's not how
they're going to see it.

It's like I'm divorcing my family.

Sorry.

Mum, where are you?

Yeah, well,
we have a meeting with Miss Raine.

When?

So, Stepmum Volume is pregnant.

I'm pushing v*olence as a baby name.
Has a nice ring to it.

That bad, huh?

Where's your dad?
I'll talk to him myself.

No, the meeting didn't happen.

My Grandpa Morrie d*ed.

Oh, Sammy. I'm so sorry.

I have to go home. It's been
seven months since I've done that.

Let us know if we can help.
Thanks.

I come bearing Golden Steps Four.

Seen it.

Something you want?

This is not still about
the other night?

I was injecting the fun for you.

Sorry, guys. Mishap.

Everybody's on holiday except us
Prix de Fonteyn slaves.

We've got class work today,
coaching tomorrow.

Tara,
I've made an executive decision.

You'll do Prelude, Les Sylphides,
not The Red Shoes.

We've got the Academy's reputation
to think about.

There I was,
tapping my little heart out,

driving the customers inside,

then this little kid
started kicking me in the shins.

Did you kick him back?
Yes.

Right. Well,
moving on from promotional work,

I have an audition for you
which you're wrong for.

You're too short, too inexperienced.

But what do we say about rejection?
It's character-building.

Yes.

The Moulin Rouge!

They audition in Sydney.
We grow longer legs here.

I can't live in Paris.
My friends are here. You're right.

What a horrific concept.

I said, no running in the house.
Stop! Time out.

Oh.
Hi, Aunty Sara.

Time out.
Uncle David will get upset with you.

If you want to run, go outside.

Mum won't stop cooking.

Sorry we didn't get to
see your teacher.

We were on our way.
Mum, it's fine.

How did it happen?

He came home from his chess game
and fell asleep in his chair.

And Dad's...
With the rabbi.

Are you going to stay tonight?
He wants you to.

Yeah.

I always knew she was competitive.

I just didn't think it would affect
our friendship.

She's been better lately,
almost chilled...

for Abigail.

She was.
But with the Prix coming up...

Makes me sound paranoid,
but it's like she's out to get me.

Grace!
Come grace us with your presence.

Hey, the other night was fun.
We should do it again soon.

You, me, Grace.

Grace plays with voodoo dolls
and you sleep with a teddy bear.

I wouldn't be swapping
friendship bracelets.

You don't have to be jealous of
her dancing. You've moved past that.

Hey.
Hi.

Hey, Kitty Kat. Sell many nuggets?

I'm starting to think croissants
are more my thing.

Daddy, it's me, calling to say

congrats on the latest evil spawn
gestating in womb .

I'm totally buying you guys
a present

just as soon as you increase my
credit limit like we talked about.

A girl's got expenses.

Dad, I'm so sorry.
What was the meeting about today?

It was nothing important.
I had some problems with my exams.

Meaning?

I failed them.

I can't find
your grandfather's siddur.

He brought it out with him
from Russia.

Weird. I thought
these had more life in them.

You get them free at the Royal.

Nice little shoemaker.
Looks like a wizard.

These are broken as well and I've
just sewn the ribbons on. Mine too.

I guess Abigail's are OK.

Mes filles!

I'm April.

Head sh*ts and bios, excellent,
on the table.

And pin these, I don't know,
somewhere.

Could I possibly go later?

Let me think. No.

Just tell her they're broken.

Guys, don't fall asleep
on the sidelines.

What are you taking from this?

Best port de bras
since Darcey Bussell?

Abigail?

It's supposed to be en pointe.
Yeah.

Kind of glaring, isn't it?
Stop being lazy, Tara.

If you've got blisters, you need to
lift that body weight off your feet.

Sweetie, some people might tell you

your feet are amazing,
but they're not that strong.

If you dance in broken shoes,
you'll injure yourself.

I don't know what happened. It's
your responsibility to be prepared.

Kristen, you're up.

Ladies! Your sole purpose in life

is to get those legs up
as quickly as possible,

then down as quickly as possible.

Ow!

Points for flexibility, though.

You, Shorty.
Down the front so I can see you.

Well, this is grim.

Sammy, tell us your exciting news.
How is ballet school going?

Fine, Aunty Sara.

That's interesting. I don't call
failing your exams fine.

You failed your exams?
They think I can resit them.

You never failed
before you went to that place.

Working hours to pay
my own tuition probably does that.

If you can't manage,
it's probably time to come home.

I was going to bring this up
in our meeting.

If I can claim
Independent Student status,

I'll be eligible for
Youth Allowance.

We can talk about this after the
funeral. No, I want to hear this.

If what, Samuel?

If a social worker decides
we have irreconcilable differences,

I can pay my own way
and not ask you for anything.

You don't want to be
part of the family.

No, that's not it.

Yeah, I can make them last
a little longer.

I know. It's a lot of money.
Sorry for asking. Bye.

Why are you sitting here?

We were going to hang out.

All of my pointe shoes are broken.
All of Grace's are broken.

I want to believe you've changed,
but...

Why would I have broken
your pointe shoes?

Because I'm deeply threatened by
that bland solo you're doing?

I can't believe how much of your crap
I put up with.

What sort of a pathetic freak
are you?

Grace was your only friend,
now you've pushed her away.

I didn't touch them.

Who else would?

Grace would.

You wouldn't believe me, would you?

Grace is the least competitive person
here,

and she's hardly going to
break her own shoes.

So no, I don't believe you.

Who wants to go again?

Yep!

Oh! You were joking. Got it, got it.

OK. Get ready for some
happy-slash-sad news.

If I call your number, please
come back tomorrow for an interview.

The rest of you,
you're probably really lovely,

but you will not come to Paris
with us.

Number .

Number .

Legs .

And...

Shorty .

Yes!

Sorry.

Thank you, everyone, for coming.

Cheese, gherkin and strawberry jam,
if I recall.

I haven't had that in ages.

Why the suit?

I'm going to the funeral home
to sit Shemira with Dad.

Can I come?

With the Academy,
I'm rejecting medicine, not you.

Medicine is the secure option.

You take being secure for granted.

I know.

The night you were born,
I didn't sleep at all.

I stayed awake making lists
of all the things I needed to do.

New car with airbags,
health insurance, a bigger house,

because there was you.

It's my job to protect you, Sammy.

That's me one and you nil,
and I'm still only in second gear.

Let's hug it out and make up.
I miss you.

Grace, you're whack.

I'm rising above.

Enjoy round two.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Did you know that the cancan started
as a party dance

popular among
the French working class?

You're researching.

You must really want this, huh?

Ethan, it's awful.

I've got this personality test/
interview.

Is this where I tell you
to be yourself? No. Myself is bad.

That's where they find out I'm
a serial failure and a dance fraud.

That was fantastic.
You even wore appropriate footwear.

Abigail, may I speak with you?

Outside?

I need you to explain
why you felt the need

to target and victimise
two of your fellow students.

You should talk to your goddaughter
about that, Miss Raine.

You already did. Grace is worried
about you, and I have to agree.

I've booked an appointment
with your therapist again.

I thought you'd moved on
from first year,

but this jealousy is an issue
that needs to be resolved.

I want you to apologise to Grace
and Tara. Do I have a choice?

Apologise
and compete in the Prix de Fonteyn

or don't apologise and don't compete.

At the Moulin, you do two shows a
night, nearly every day of the year.

It's tough.
It's not as glamorous as you think.

Why do you think
you would want to move

to the other side of the world
to do that?

Well, last week, I kissed
my best friend's ex-boyfriend,

so it kind of seems like
the right time to get away.

But when I read about
the Moulin Rouge,

it felt like me.

It's cheeky and fun,

and for years,
people have been going there

to lose themselves,
to be someone else for a night.

And I think that
I can be good at this.

I kind of never really think that.

You know your grandfather loved you.

I loved him too.

I've been told I have to apologise.

Actually, I AM sorry,
for hiding your costume last year

and for the way I acted
when we first met.

Hey, roomie. I arrive eager
and ready to carry your boxes.

It doesn't matter anymore. I don't
think we were meant to be roommates.

So, where's my apology?

She'll work you out.

Hey. You're back.

How was the rest of it?
It was OK.

I can't get Youth Allowance.

I can get it, I just don't want to
not be part of my family.

Right on cue, here's Miss Raine
to talk about my fees.

Congratulations, Samuel. It's
a sad day, but that must be a relief.

Sorry?
Your father didn't tell you?

He was just in my office handing over
a cheque for next semester.

Don't worry, I'm just visiting.
So, I have news.

I am moving to Paris to be a dancer
in the Moulin Rouge.

Wow. That's...
Amazing?

I guess.

Dad!

I'll always remember Grandpa Morrie
saying

that the only reward for a good life
is a good life.

That it's your duty to work hard,
give back,

right whatever wrongs you can
and then, make it count.