"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 with the Prix de Fonteyn coming up." "Mmm, how perceptive." "Prep classes start tomorrow." "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 1996 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 18s only." "So?" "Apparently they're shooting 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 18?" "Yeah, but people always think I'm older, the way I move and stuff." "We need a plan B!" "We've got 13 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?" "18." "20." "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 16, 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 hijacked 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, gang." "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."