Dance Academy (2010) s02e17 Episode Script
Love And War
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 war.
Second-year crew versus the ballet tragics.
Saturday afternoon, 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 crack.
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 homophobe 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 kill 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 war'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 15 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 war's not about us beating 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 war 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.
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 war.
Second-year crew versus the ballet tragics.
Saturday afternoon, 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 crack.
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 homophobe 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 kill 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 war'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 15 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 war's not about us beating 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 war 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.