02x17 - Love and w*r

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Previously on Dance Academy...

Our problem is with your kind.

You're a second-year
in a first-year leotard

and we don't like the second-years.

Even if there was a moment,
we've probably missed it,

so there's no point in...

You're not OK with Kat and Christian.
You're still angry.

Since when had being gay defined me?

I kind of lied before.
I do like the neurotic ones.

Go, go, go!

What is going on out here?!

None of you are going to sleep
until your side is spotless.

But the first-years ambushed us!
No excuses!

And you two, don't even pretend
that you've been fishing.

Oh, um...

In that case, you have broken curfew.

Put that down, pick up a mop!

Another strike?

There'll be more.
We're one step ahead.

Particularly concerning ballet.

We would thrash you any day.

Are you threatening a ballet battle?

There's no such thing.
A hip-hop w*r.

Second-year crew versus
the ballet tragics.

Saturday afternoon,
: at the cafe.

We're done here. Let's bounce.

They're well oiled,
I'll give them that much.

Oh, sorry. How is it possible you
slept through that?

Let me guess - Christian?

'Cause you're not going to see him
for, like, a whole six hours.

Ha-ha.
Look at you. You're addicted.

I'm NOT addicted.

Your pupils are permanently dilated.

You made him your phone wallpaper.

Coming from the girl who
spoons her Pilates mat.

Admitting you have a problem is
the first step to recovery, Kat.

Tara, I was extremely disappointed

that you were involved
in last night's idiocy.

I had no option.

To be distracted when your recovery
has put you so far behind.

What happened to finding
your inner anger?

Miss Raine's right - I need to put
my head down, work harder.

Are you thick, woman?

You exposed an abusive teacher

and your dad is close
to suing the academy.

If that's not a get-out-of-jail-free
card, I don't know what is.

So... so we're not one of
those vomit-inducing couples,

I was thinking we should introduce
some guidelines for behaviour.

Guidelines?
It could be fun.

Just on obvious stuff,
like a limit on PDAs,

and no holding hands. We're both
capable of walking unaccompanied.

I'll give you two hours
before you cr*ck.

You're not that irresistible.

Comrades, let us rally together.

Mandatory hip-hop training session,
wharf-side, lunch.

Since you're all so keen on warring,

we're doing Spartacus today
in repertoire.

Except you, Tara. I want
a slow, technical barre.

Et one, et two, et three,

et one, et two, et three,

et one...
Are you gonna be on our side?

Pointless question. She
wouldn't dare betray her boyfriend.

I... I'm sorry, but do you
see him attached to this hip?

I could cross lines if I wanted to.

And I'm exceptional at hip-hop.

I might be the best chance
you guys have.

Keep your swords strong - they need
to be an extension of your line.

Was that meant to be a protest, Tara?
I'm sorry. It was an accident.

I'll get maintenance. Everyone else,
keep working till I return.

Can you trust me when I say
it's time to get less serious?

You deserve some fun.

At risk of further
inflating your ego,

you're the best hip-hop dancer here.

No offence, Christian.

Stop. I'm blushing.

We'll need someone
to judge the battle

and possibly give us some coaching.

£ HIP-HOP

He trained you for your exam,
drove you to Kingston.

Ollie's an accommodating guy.

He has a crush on me.

From h*m*
to man-crush exploiter.

You're making some progress.

I'm not exploiting. We're just mates.

I think we just witnessed
our battle-winning move.

Yeah, all three of us.

Where's the rest of the platoon?

Fellas. Oliver, you were due
for our debrief ten minutes ago.

The kids, sir - they needed me.

Mate, you're gonna
struggle to graduate

unless you clean up your attendance.

Mate, if you're too busy for this.

I don't want you back on his
hit-list. I never left it.

Even if I had, I couldn't
think of a worthier cause.

Hey. Cool.

OK, crew. Why don't we start
with a head-slide?

It's like a front chasse,
on your face.

Abigail, you have to help us.

The second-years don't appreciate
you like we do.

Ladies of krump.

Dude, the enemy's invaded.

Secret first-year training.

Say it isn't so, Kat.

Technically, I am a first-year.

And Abigail?

I'm sure your aversion
to team sports still applies.

No.

I like competition.

Excuse me.

Alright. Plie, then isolate your
ribcage, devant, centre,

derriere.

Now, pop it, centre, derriere.

Then do a ron de jon with your
ribcage, so around.

Good. Do the same thing and pop.

You realise what's going on, right?

Second-year is imploding.

There's no love anymore.

So we throw a bonding party!

Miss Histead's off tomorrow night.

Hip-hop themed.

I like it. Tweet it.

How many texts do you send without a
reply before it becomes pathetic?

Eight.
One.

Can't I be less serious
in my own clothes?

Spartacus is sent into
the gladiatorial ring

and forced to k*ll his best friend.

It is only then, horrified
by his actions,

that he incites his fellow
captives into rebellion.

So... Oh, Tara.

Sorry, Miss Histead.

Tara's back was aching. She needed
extra time to stretch.

For a dance history class?

Take a seat.

Act Two begins with
the escaped captives

celebrating their freedom. Tara!

Dr Wicks said that when the pain
gets really bad, I should...

I should walk it off.

Well, I think you should just keep
walking back to Dr Wicks's office.

I'll take her. Make sure
she gets there safely.

Beach?
Beach.

Hey. You on for another
break session,

'cause I'd love to ditch pas de deux.

I'm a bit flat-out today

and we have to stage
that team-building exercise.

No, you should come.

Yeah, but it's
second-years only, remember?

Anyway, thanks for your help,
but you've probably got your
own stuff to get on with.

No worries.

Little harsh.

Well, consider my
exploiting days over.

I just realised. It's me, isn't it?

You keep going out
with all my room-mates

so you can get closer to me.

What are you doing here?

But I'm with the first-years now.
I really... OK.

Christian.

Oh.

Thanks.

If you break her heart
like you broke Tara's, I'll hurt you.

Hey, guys.

Oh, here he is. How you going?

Oh, sorry. Were we
meant to dress up?

No. But look - Twist It.

I have a surprise for you.

Orange juice.
Fun orange juice.

Oh, right!

Don't get serious on me again.

No, no, it's just I once had

this box of chocolates
with liquid centres

and, wow, it was a head-spin.

Let's get this party started!
Yeah!

What's that?

It's Twist It.

I am a human pretzel!

Right hand, green.

OK, I appreciate that you
can't live without him,

but I need you on mingling.

I... I CAN live without him.

I love you!
I've created a monster.

Rarr!

You know what? I am totally gonna
pash somebody tonight!

Hi, Ben!
Hey...

No. No more of this. No!

Sammy!

Hi, Sammy!

I'm not gonna pash Sammy.

Did you do this?

We just saw the first-years
with fire hoses.

Check upstairs.

Uh, first-years only.

How'd you get a hot tub in there?

Sorry, can I borrow my
girlfriend for a second?

Can I still call you that?
Of course you can.

I'm sorry. I mean it about
dialling things down.

I thought we were cool.

Um... do you think
Christian looks happy?

I don't think Christian looks happy.

I... They're just going
through some stuff...

meeting his dad for the first time.
What did you just say?

Nothing. I...
He met his dad? When?!

You said you
didn't wanna see your dad

and you broke up with me because I
found him and you've visited him?!

How about we don't do this now?
How about let's?!

T, come outside... I don't
wanna talk to you ever again!

I'll take her upstairs.
No, I'm dancing! With Ben!

- Because Ben likes me, don't you?
- Yeah, sure. Um...

Uh... Let's go outside.

Ooh! We're kissing outside!

Stand up! Stand up!

You smell like rainforest.
Yeah, thanks.

Oh!

Come over here.

Sit... sit down.

Sorry!
It's... It's totally fine.

I hear there's a party!

Um... yeah. It's not very good.

Miss Raine's coming!
Miss Raine's coming!

Drain the hot tub!

Whoa, guys.
Drain the hot tub!

Where you going? Don't go.

We'll tell Miss Raine
it was a bonding exercise.

That was the single most
awesome night of my life.

Sorry, comrade.
I think the w*r's over.

You're still on probation, Tara.

I don't understand why
you'd risk everything again.

You obviously don't care
about your place here.

I DO care!

You don't care about me.
Not anymore.

I think you're in no state
to assess that. More water.

You didn't stick up for me.

After I told you about Saskia,

all you cared about
was protecting the academy.

You can put me on
detention for life. I deserve it.

Yes, you do...

But I should've listened.

I was wrong too.

Although a note for next time...

this is not the best way
to get my attention. Come on.

Ollie.
Just keep doing what you're doing.

What's up?

What's up? You're meant
to be on our side.

I'm an unbiased judge,
evening out the playing field.

And last time I checked,
I didn't owe you anything.

We're just mates, right?

Right.

You're meant to be an army, but
I can't see one shred of unity!

In here, now.

Oh, no, I...
Now!

OK, I'm talking and no-one's
leaving until I'm done.

In minutes, we're meant
to have this hip-hop battle.

As far as I can tell, none of you
are planning on showing.

Let's not - then they'll
know we're too cool to care.

We can be so cool that we never talk
to each other again either.

We have four months left
of second year.

Third year is only gonna be harder.

This w*r's not about us
b*ating the first-years...

it's about us being there
for each other.

I don't know about you, but, for me,
that's something worth fighting for.

Come with me.

So is this battle still on, or what?

You trying to bribe the judge?

Nope.

It's a well-established fact
that too much of me gets annoying.

I'm annoying myself right now.

So you've been protecting me?

I'm protecting me.

If I get too addicted to this
and you change your mind,

I don't know how I'll handle that.

I'm not planning on going anywhere.

You can't promise that.

It's after time. They forfeit!

I'm swearing off orange juice
forever. Can we leave it at that?

I just... I can't kiss someone
unless it means something.

It's not how I roll.
You take it seriously? Me too.

I think our rebellious Tara
is going back in her box.

No!

Oh, yeah!

Abigail, over here.

You were saying, Remi?

Listen up - all battles
are your own style.

I'll tell you when to step down.
Let's do this!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Maybe when the boys back home
were playing their w*r games,

I missed the point.

It wasn't about pretending
to destroy each other.

It was about being united
against a common enemy.

Being on the same side, regardless of
what's happened or what will happen.

Relying on the members
of your battalion.

Because that's the only way you'll
make it out the other end... alive.