Previously on Dance Academy...
You won't make it. You're not good enough. You never will be.
This is like one of those celeb meltdowns. We should put it online.
I'd like to dance the Red Shoes in the Prix if that's OK.
It looks promising. We'd better get started, if that's OK.
I thought I needed a break from this place. I need a break from us.
A break-up.
Oh, OK, sorry.
It wasn't your fault.
It sort of was.
You are really talented, Kat,
but you're just not ready for this contract.
In a few years, with some more training and experience, who knows?
Katrina.
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What did you say?
I want to, um, I want to come back to the Academy.
I know I made some really big mistakes last year.
I'm not arguing.
It's just that if you give me a second chance,
I promise I'll be worth it.
This is the top dance school in the country.
To get in once is a chance of a lifetime. It doesn't happen twice.
I know and I hear what you're saying,
but... I am gonna be the exception.
My first pair of pointe shoes lasted a year
and when they died I buried them in the top paddock.
These days, I'm dancing so much they're lucky to make it a week.
Morning, Miss Raine. Katrina.
You want soft pointe shoes, because that's when your feet look best...
See this, Lieberman? I'm literally running rings around you.
But not so unsupportive that you could injure yourself.
The problem is there's only a few degrees between worn in...
worn down... and worn out.
I guess everything, like everyone, has its own breaking point.
I have an actual job, Abigail. I have company rehearsals.
I have preliminaries next week and you're my choreographer.
We're rehearsing every night. I'm a choreographer, not yours.
I'm doing you a favour. Don't get demanding.
Can you sit here? I haven't been to the toilet since - that's not juice.
You know you're not camping out for tickets.
This isn't the line to see Gaga?
No. Ah.
Miss Raine's not gonna respond to a stunt.
She needs to know you're serious.
Sweetie, I know you have a problem with criticism,
but if you can't maintain your turn-out,
your extensions have to be lower.
It looks turned out to me.
You're cheating your line and fishing your foot.
To the bar. I'll show you. Arabesque.
See how tight she is in the hip rotators?
Looks pretty flexy to me, but what would I know?
I know that's embarrassing, but that's all you can control.
I can control it higher. OK. How's that?
Fine, fantastic. And this?
Never felt better.
Oh, that's enough. I thought you were flexible. You want to go higher?
No, no, no, stop. Saskia... Are you teaching?
Oh!
She's fine. My teacher used to do that to me all the time.
You need to concentrate on your rotation. Ben, you're up.
Are you OK? Yeah, just a little bit shaky.
Any time now, or are you hormonal as well?
I understand, Lady Charlton.
I can assure you there's no problem with discipline.
The internet incident was a one-off. Play it, Sam.
Katrina!
Petition to be granted an obligation-free audition
just like any other candidate.
Reason No.1, the applicant feels deep, demonstrable regret
over her previous lackadaisical attitude.
Yes, you have my undivided attention. Get out now.
Reason No.2, the applicant has now clocked hours of dance employment.
And only ever been fired once. Twice.
References. This is ridiculous!
Oh, no, no, not you, Lady Charlton.
No, I was just talking to a bird that's flown into my office.
Yes, it's a rather large bird. Can I call you back?
Thank you.
Reason No.3, the applicant is desperate.
Evidently.
There are auditions next week for the junior school.
You can come in then as a favour to your parents,
although judging by that display I wouldn't get your hopes up.
I wish I could help you train, but Saskia's been on my back.
Literally. How are you feeling? I'm a bad friend as well.
Ollie's schedule is brutal, hence the need for sustenance.
I eat when I'm nervous. And happy. And cold. Bored. Ha ha ha.
Christian and I can whip you into shape.
Thank you, everyone, but it's not necessary.
If you remember, I have been dancing all year.
I couldn't be more prepared if I was, well... Prepared?
Mm-hmm.
I don't think standing there qualifies as training.
I was visualising.
How'd that go?
It made me hungry.
I mean it. You don't have to help.
I'm sure you have better things to do.
Remember the elastic band.
Both legs need to reach maximum stretch at the same time.
You know, you're good at this - teaching.
Don't try to distract me.
You're sickling. Here.
Really separate them out.
Kat?
I, um, I have to skedaddle.
We said it doesn't have to get weird between us.
It was just one moment.
Yeah, totally, except it's, like, a hundred different moments.
Do you remember this?
People phobic?
So, in a disastrous manoeuvre,
I've kind of had feelings for you since the start of last year.
And you're pretending not to be, but you're in love with my best friend.
So everyone keeps telling me. Which I absolutely support.
It's just that it's tough for me sometimes
and you're making it worse.
What should I be doing, then?
If I'm coming back to the Academy, there needs to be a buffer.
I can't train with you.
I can't even be friends with you.
That's crap. We've always been friends.
You have.
I've, um, I've sort of been pretending.
Sammy, I need you.
Sorry, I didn't think you'd be here. You avoiding me?
No, um... Yeah.
Grace was out, so I thought I'd get Sammy to heat-cream my back,
but it's fine. Hand it over.
You don't have to.
Your muscles are all in spasm.
Yeah, I strained it in coaching. It'll be fixed by tomorrow.
Thank you. No worries.
I come to you grovelling. You're right, it's time to get serious.
I appreciate that, but I'm flat out. This is your dream scenario!
You live to tell me what to do. And you never listen.
You need a trainer who will inspire discipline. Perfect timing.
For what? My sister. I believe you've met.
She needs someone who'll push her to breaking point.
I'd prefer to take my chances.
In what universe would I agree to help Kat?
The one where I require payment for my choreography.
You never said I had to pay. We are flesh and blood!
It'll be mutually beneficial. You need to stop obsessing,
you need to obsess more.
Now, I expect nothing less than magic.
You haven't done a classical class all year. No.
Before today, you've never partaken in calorie control?
No.
You have no core strength
and your attitude can only be described as... sketchy
I wouldn't go that far. No, no, that wasn't a question.
Thank you, Anna Wintour.
Look, I'm on a deadline. Are you gonna help me or heckle?
It's gratifying how, for years,
you've made fun of my dedication and choices
and now you stand here wanting my guidance.
You'll do what I say, when I say it.
You say jump, I locate a cliff.
Give me 100. I was speaking metaphorically.
I have six days to get ballet-friendly.
Can't we just do a class?
Cardio first, ballet comes later. Come on.
That's one.
11, 12... Activate your pelvic floor.
Ew.
Breathe.
That looks awkward.
Thanks.
What are your legs? Flabby, useless lumps of lard.
What are they gonna do? Hurl me into the air.
How high are you gonna jump? High as an eagle.
How high are you gonna jump? As high as an eagle! Do it!
You need to do something about that, toots.
Dr Wicks would make me take time off
and it'll give Saskia way too much satisfaction.
Go further afield.
There's gotta be a young, hot sports doctor
dying for your business.
You know the most sacred rule - thou shalt not see an outside doctor.
Sure, but isn't it pointless to jeopardise the Prix
when you probably just need some anti-inflammatories?
Or I could acupuncture you. We used to do it on Taffy.
She was such a loyal dog. What was wrong with her? Arthritis?
No, bulimia. Tragic self-esteem issues.
Alright, your left leg's tighter, but you're very mobile.
It's usually my good side.
I'm gonna run this pin down. Tell me if the sensation changes.
It should be pretty sharp. Have you had any back pain before?
Sore muscles are standard when you're a dancer.
Whenever the footy players whinge to me,
I tell them how hardcore you guys are.
That's a bit duller.
There?
Yeah. Do you think I need some anti-inflammatories?
I tell you what, while you're here, let's get you in for an MRI.
Is something wrong? Probably not. I'd just like to have a look.
Ah, just the way you like it
and whatever crazy hoops you want to put me through tomorrow,
I am ready.
For first year, we're looking at basic ballet technique.
Was that crazy last time around?
No, but I'm auditioning for second year. I've done first year.
I remember you failed.
Even if you audition successfully, you're going to have to repeat.
But my friends are in second year.
I thought this was about ballet and not your social interests.
Miss Raine, when you first let me into the Academy,
was that because I was good enough or was that a favour to my parents?
I'll see you tomorrow, Katrina.
Hi, it's me.
What's up?
So, I know we've only just started talking again,
but I'm about to have this scan to do with my back.
It's gonna be fine, but... Where are you?
It's like training a goldfish.
You were due in the studio 20 minutes ago.
Oh, for leg squats? I had six days to prepare.
Don't you think that time would have been better spent at the bar?
In terms of technique, there's nothing I can do in six days.
Thank you for telling me I'm hopeless.
You would be if you were starting from scratch.
You've been dancing since before you could walk. Your technique's there.
That's where you're wrong. I had every opportunity
and I still never deserved to be here.
At some point you might want to stop inventing excuses to quit.
Yeah? Why's that? You're not actually terrible.
So it's serious?
Don't know yet.
If it is, you can't dance. I know.
It's just a competition. It's not worth hurting yourself.
I know, Christian. Sorry.
What's it feel like?
Scary.
It's like there's all of these bricks inside of my back.
It's probably a dodgy muscle.
Give it a couple of days rest and you'll top the preliminaries.
Thanks.
Hi.
Hey.
So at least one good thing came out of this.
Sorry? Is that why you called me down here?
No. Why didn't you call Sammy or... or Kat?
Because you were the one I thought of, who I always think of.
You can't guilt me into getting back together with you.
I'm not trying to. It's not gonna happen. I've told you that.
Why not?
I've got your test results, Tara, if you'd like to come inside.
Go. I'm just being dramatic.
I'll wait here. No, really. I'm fine on my own.
There's a crack running through your L5 pars interarticularis.
That's one of the bridging bones.
It's causing some instability, which means that your muscles
are working overtime.
Now, there's a fair bit of activity happening around the crack,
which makes me think the break happened recently.
I-I've broken my back? But I'm still walking.
That's because you haven't done any nerve damage.
Now, I want to keep you moving.
Obviously dancing is out for quite awhile,
but anything low impact is good. Do you swim?
I can control it higher.
Medically, I'm in no hurry to get you into surgery
because you're young and fit and it's better to see if the bone knits,
so let's get you back here in six weeks.
No dancing between now and then.
I thought you were flexible. You want to go higher?
Tara, should I make that appointment with your parents?
No, that's OK, I can set it up myself.
Sometimes you don't know something's broken
until it's too late to be put back together.
You can paper over the cracks, but you know they're there,
waiting to find you out.
Nervous?
So hungry my insides are eating themselves.
Where's Christian on this momentous occasion?
Hey! Stop touching that.
And thank you, ladies. Follow me.
And the next group. Come in, please. And Katrina.
You're gonna be amazing.
Good luck. Thanks.
Don't worry. You haven't missed anything.
What did the doctor say?
You were right. It was just a muscle strain.
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