"Previously on Dance Academy..." "Miss Webster." "It's just me and you." "Prix de Fonteyn, baby." "This is my chance to be on the world stage." "Showing them who I am's the only way I'll be good enough to win." "Hey, where's Sammy?" "He's on right now." "He was in an accident." "Sammy died on the way to hospital." "Subtitles by MemoryOnSmells" "They say before you die, your life flashes before your eyes." "I hope so much that's true." "That you get a photo album of every moment, so you know you were here, that you were loved, that you existed." "You must need that second to prepare, because you don't think... at least my friend didn't think that he was going to die." "So that one second between life and death was all the time you got... to say 'goodbye'." "What do we do now?" "Sorry?" "Miss Raine?" "We do have dressing rooms." "Sorry." "Samuel Lieberman." "Lost." "I remember you from the open rounds." "Ah, probably my impressive jump?" "I remember not putting you through to the final audition week and yet here you are." "You can re-audition for the academy next year." "Yeah, see, no, I can't, because I have an IQ of 135 and I go to school where they revere rugby and they hate the arts." "And look, I appreciate that's not your problem but, you know, if you keep me in the classes, I reckon I'd win you over." "I will need a signature from your parents." "Thank you, really." "And Mr Lieberman, make sure you're worth it." "Out of respect, the Prix de Fonteyn committee have decided to postpone the remaining sections of the competition for a week." "And we're cancelling our production of Peter Pan." "He wasn't even in it." "So what are we even doing here?" "We're still running classes until the end of the semester but it's up to you whether you feel like attending." "I'm not a funeral expert, but a few prayers and some bad sandwiches... how can anyone expect that to give you closure?" "I think today just felt formal." "So then why don't we have our own?" "A proper Samuel Lieberman tribute." "Shh!" "OK, so do you guys have any ideas of what he would have wanted?" "No point dragging it on - it's all anyone's done since it happened." "What, you're bored of the grieving talk, are you?" "It's morbid." "Ethan, you don't have to call every hour." "I promise, I'm fine." "I know it hurts, but resist the urge to check up on me." "Bye." "Hello." "Have we met?" "Whatcha got there?" "It's personal." "Personal, huh?" "Oh, yeah, I know parental fraud when I see it." "My dad's not a fan of ballet, so..." "Oh, no, no, don't, you're gonna do it wrong." "Thanks." "Hmm." "So I'm gagging to bust out of here and you're tunnelling in." "But you're not though, are you?" "I mean, if you really didn't want to be here then you'd be dancing badly." "You're self-protecting." "Most likely fear of failure." "OK, so, um, we'll need a eulogy." "Just stuff like how he saw the world, saw us, in his own unique way." "Christian?" "Sorry, what?" "Do you want to write it?" "I will." "If that's OK with everyone." "Um, OK, so the venue is highly critical because it has to perfectly embody who he is." "Who he was." "Abigail." "How long have you been here?" "Just because you cancelled Peter Pan doesn't mean I have an interest in sacrificing my technique." "In that case, Sydney Dance is doing a regional tour over Christmas." "Rafael's asked to see some third years who didn't get contracts, but I also thought maybe you..." "I'd love to audition." "It is tomorrow, so if that's too..." "So?" "Tomorrow's perfect." "We want Sammy's laptop." "For his music library." "No, that's not gonna happen, alright?" "I'm packing up everything for the Liebermans." "Nothing else is leaving this room." "Look, Ollie came in here before and stole Sammy's cardigan." "Oh, actions of a criminal." "And you're overruled." "Do you want me to help you pack everything into boxes?" "You have Prix practice." "Sammy would still want you to win." "I may not know what he'd want for his memorial, but that, I do know." "Sorry, I'm..." "I'm not in the right headspace." "I know." "But if you don't dance between now and the finals, you won't..." "I won't win?" "I don't care if I come last." "I got..." "SO caught up in it, this whole year..." "But it's not about the competition - it's about being a dancer." "Which means you dance when you're in pain, you dance when your heart's breaking... you put what you're feeling into the performance." "That's when you'll become the artist I know you're capable of being." "Ten leotards should cover a six-week tour?" "I'm sure they have a laundry service." "You're packing already?" "You don't think I'm better than the third years?" "Of course I do." "It's just that you've had a big knock, sweetheart." "Maybe right now you should be..." "Sobbing on the bathroom tiles?" "History dictates you should be pleased" "I have my priorities back in order, Mother." "Rough night?" "Just the usual amount of humiliation." "I've been dreaming about this place since I was nine." "Me too." "Just picture it." "Sleeping up there." "No parents." "We'll walk down these stairs each morning." "Go to classes." "Yeah, it'd be pretty incredible." "Getting to dance every day." "And we'll take it for granted." "Hey." "Hey, what are you doing?" "This is where..." "This is where it happened." "Yeah, I know." "Right?" "This is where we ran." "I'm gonna need that cardigan back." "He'd want me to have it." "You want his cardigan." "You want his eulogy!" "You know, I know what you said to him." "What bit?" "That he was mediocre?" "Or that he was a sympathy vote?" "Because it's all running through my head, 24/7." "Give it back to me." "No." "No, I wasn't asking!" "Alright?" "!" "Hello." "Hi." "Hi." "Thanks for coming in." "I imagine it's a difficult time." "No, no, I'm thrilled to be auditioning, thank you." "Um, I've prepared a solo for you." "Great." "The guy must have been clocking at least 70." "Don't you reckon?" "I don't know." "Sammy wouldn't have walked without looking..." "I don't know, alright?" "I wasn't there." "He asked me to come." "It was the Prix." "You could have changed it, could you?" "I could have pulled him off the road faster." "I could have called an ambulance faster." "He was always there for me." "So why don't we start from the beginning of the piece." "Richard, with your arms." "And can you now hold his hands." "Great." "Hi." "I can do everything on my own, so just stand there like you're assisting." "OK?" "Will you stop looking at me like that?" "Like what?" "Like you can't wait to get your clammy hands on me." "Is there a problem?" "Yes." "Why would you partner me with someone so good?" "I'm not prepared for that." "How could I be, learning the pas de deux basics with a crap partner?" "Everyone wants to talk about how amazing he was, but he wasn't." "He was indescribably terrible... as a pas de deux partner and as a boyfriend." "And then he got his own boyfriend." "And then he kissed me." "And then he died." "I mean, what sort of a person does that?" "Sweetheart." "No, Mum, don't!" "Sweetheart, it's alright, it's alright." "I hate him." "No, I hate him." "The only thing that makes sense is being with my friends right now." "I know I'm letting you down." "Tara..." "I'm definitely letting him down." "The last thing he said was how proud he was of us." "And I tried, but I can't put what I'm feeling into my dancing." "I'll pull you out of the prix." "Thanks." "None of it seems right." "Maybe we can't make sense of it." "The funeral didn't and neither would a memorial... even if we knew what he wanted." "He told me." "The energy drink incident." "He thought he was going into cardiac arrest." "It's pretty simple." "Ready?" "Wait." "I wasn't fine." "I know." "OK." "Um..." "How do you sum up Samuel Isadore Lieberman?" "Wow, what do you call that?" "That's definitely going on my list." "I've listed 50 things I'm going to accomplish." "Yeah." "Getting into the academy's No.2." "I have to go but we should hang out some time." "You know, wait for our letters together." "Why would we do that?" "Well, I..." "I don't know your situation, but at my school, I don't have friends..." "I have acquaintances of convenience." "But here, there's a common interest." "So... you know, if we get in, maybe we could be... mates." "You and me?" "We'll never be mates." "Fair enough." "Well, ah, see ya." "The best way to sum up Sammy is in his own words." "Um... this is a list he wrote before first year." "'No.50." "Disprove the validity of jockstraps.'" "'49." "Lobby to make ballet an Olympic sport.'" "He asked for help with that." "'21." "Get a tattoo." "20." "Dance on top of the Harbour Bridge." "4." "Stand up to my Dad." "No.3." "Fall in love so my heart takes over from my head." "No.2. Get into the National Academy of Dance." "No.1." "Make a group of friends I'll know for the rest of my life." "Um... he didn't complete all of these, obviously, but he definitely did the last one." "And now it's time for his favourite song." "Wow, that's just..." "It definitely was his favourite." "It was played... 368 times." "OK, we're skipping to the ninth favourite." "Up... we're dancing." "I haven't cried since it happened." "I don't know what's wrong with me." "Trust me." "It'll happen." "Come on." "I don't know how to breathe properly now my friend's gone." "I want to kick and scream and take it back." "Give anything for this awful emptiness to go away." "And... more than anything..." "I don't want to say 'goodbye'." "So I won't." "I'll just say 'thank you' that I knew him." "There's no need to say 'goodbye' when you'll remember forever." "Subtitles by MemoryOnSmells"