All language subtitles for Save the Last Dance 2 (2006)

I wanna be a ballerina.

That's always been my dream.

My mom always said that I did pirouettes before I even started walking.

And, um, I did them and
I fell on my butt.

I had a little
ballerina on my,
um, nightstand,

and I think this
was my first idea

why I wanted to
become a ballerina,

'cause I never knew
that ballet existed.

I love hip-hop.

Missy, Jay-Z, Common,
N.W.A., Kanye West.

Hip-hop allows you to let go
and follow the beat.

I think the biggest
difference between

ballet and
hip-hop is the posture.

That settling into
your body in hip-hop,

whereas ballet,
it's just about
flying and flowing.

I love kissing.

Stuffed pizza,
are you kidding?

Wrigley Field.

Maybe dancing and kissing,
the same time.

The lake,
my friends and my dad.
Oh, my God, my dad, Roy...

Trumpet.
He's a trumpet player.
Trumpet.

And this necklace.
It's from my mom.
She gave it to me for luck.

It's not so
much leaving home,

'cause I'm really excited
to go to New York,

but it's the not knowing.

Not knowing
what's gonna happen,

not knowing the people
who are gonna be in my life.

My boyfriend and I decided
to see other people,

because he's
studying somewhere
and I'm here in New York,

and it's probably
better this way.

My ankles are a little weak,

and my turnout could be
probably a little better.

Oh, it hurts so much.

Don't you want
me to do, like,
a pirouette or something?

This is what I've been doing
my whole life,

and honestly I don't think
I had time to
do anything else,

besides kissing.

I'm gonna be working really,
really hard to be the best.

And you won't be
disappointed in me.

There are not gonna be
better dancers than me there.

I'm going to be the best.

And if there are,
they should
just wait and see.

That's right.

That's right.

Hey, that was awesome.
What do you call that?

An attitude.

Oh, neat.

Are you Zoe? Uh-huh.

I'm Sara.

Yes, you'll do.

Okay...

You brought this
all the way from Texas?

Yes.

In Texas,
we have something
called "gentlemen."

I think I got
something called
a "hernia."

How did you get it here
in the first place?

Some horny cellist. Ah.

Why don't we
take some stuff out?
It will be easier to carry.

Yes,
that is an excellent idea.
Why didn't I think of that?

Okay, that's my jewelry,
that's my top hat.

That's Hamlet.

I've always suspected
Ken was a serial killer.

Each of you
has been blessed
with a unique gift.

Trombone. What?

I got this thing
where I can look at

somebody,
I can tell what they do.

And you are a trombonista.

Uh, well,
maybe your thing is broken,
'cause I'm here for ballet.

What?
You trying to be a ballerina?

I am a ballerina.
I'm trying to
become a prima ballerina.

Well, you are kind of prima,
but you don't look
like a ballerina.

You've got the soul
of a trombone player.

It's in the eyes.

I... I'm Miles and you are...

From our ballet department,
Miss Monique Delacroix.

You mind? I mind what?

Turning that down. I'm trying
to hear Miss Delacroix.

And by the way,
the remix is way better.

Although I'm sure it's true
you're the best and brightest

that your former schools
and teachers had to offer,

I regret having to dash
your dreams of
a meteoric rise

to the pinnacle
of artistic success
and world renown.

By Juilliard choosing you,

the bar's been raised.

For the next four years,
you must strive
for perfection.

Please look to your left

and your right.

Only one in three of you
will go on to
a life of fulfillment

in the mastery of your art.

The other two
will probably end up

stocking books
at Barnes & Noble

or working behind
a cosmetic counter
in Buffalo.

Welcome to Juilliard.

Thanks. - Oh, oh, oh, my God!

How pretentious can you get?

I mean, I know she's
your idol, you have

the poster over
the bed and all but...

Monique Delacroix
has danced the lead

with every
major ballet company
in the world.

She was a principal

at the American
Ballet Theatre
for 15 years.

Whatever. What?

You wanna wind up working
in a cosmetics
counter in Buffalo?

The women in my
family don't work.

They drink martinis,
and they get face-lifts.

Me, I just wanna act

and leave
the world domination

to you and
Mistress Delacroix.

Oh, my God.
There's my mentor.

He's beautiful.
I hate him.

I better go and
pay my respects.
See you.

Hi.

Hello.

Hi. I'm Sara,
your mentee.

Well, sit down
before that
tray tips you over.

So, Sara, you any good? Yes. But isn't everybody?

We wouldn't be
here if we weren't.

See you.

Bye.Okay.

I'll watch out for
you as best I can.

But for the most part,
you're on your own.

So we're all
totally
freaking wasted, right?

And guess
who gets on
the freaking elevator?

Do you pluck your eyebrows? What?

Your eyebrows,
where do you get them done?

Uh, uh, round the corner
on 9th, at the Chinese place. Cool.

Never ever date an actor.
All they wanna do
is screw ballerinas.

It's like a fetish.
Besides, when you dump them,
they're such drama queens.

So do you have a boyfriend?

Yes. Well, no.

He's in premed at Georgetown,
and I'm here.

We decided we could date
other people... Forget about him.

It's for the best.

Honestly, there's
maybe seven ballet companies

worth dancing
for in the world.

That means you
have to stay focused.

Boyfriends,
they just get in the way.

My God,
this summer in Paris,
I was like the ugly American

because my sissonne ouverte
wasn't grandeenough.

Who'd you take class with?

Me?Yes, you.

The Chicago
Ballet with Uri Pell.

Oh, I know him.
He's kind of, uh, out there.

If you mean progressive,
yeah, he's kind of out there.

He did the thing where
everybody was like keys
on a typewriter.

Were you in that?

Sara,
come with me for a moment.

Stand here. Why?

What's your name? Sara.

Sara Johnson. Hmm.

You'd all do well to follow
Miss Johnson's example.

Class begins at 9:30 sharp,

which means that
9:29 you should all

be stretched and
waiting for my arrival.

And you, what's your name?

Marcus.

Marcus, what is this place?

A dance studio?

No, it's a cathedral.

In this room
dwells the entire

spiritual
history of our species.

How can you hope
to be part of that, Marcus,

while wearing trousers
that go "whish, whish"
every time you take a step?

I... You can't.

Not one article
of vinyl clothing
is to cross that threshold.

Are we clear? - Yes.

Morning, Bella. Morning.

You will be
divided into three lines
based on your abilities.

We will do this
in every class.

If you find yourself
in line number three
more than five weeks,

you will be asked
to leave the program.

Please line up
at the long bar.

Marcus,
third line.

Bella. Please.

We'll begin with plies.

What happened to your eye?

I was in circus class,
I fell off my stilts.

Is that something
you should be doing
on a first day?

Welcome to
Introduction to
Hip-Hop Theory.

Oh, my God.

What? You're the one
who made us take this class.

My name is Miles Sultana,
and I am not your professor.

Your actual
professor was trying to ball

with us young
bucks up in the Bronx,

decided to go all half-man,
half-amazing to the hole.

Needless to say he
pulled his hammy.
I laughed 'cause it was funny

until he fell to the ground,
and his leg bent backwards
and snapped in three places.

This school is dangerous.

So here I am filling
in for him until he...
Well, if he gets back.

So with the help
of my good friend Franz here
and his instrument,

we are going to explore
the nature of
hip-hop within us all.

All right.
So, hip-hop theory.

What is hip-hop?

Ah, Trombonista.

Hip-hop is the convergence

of the electronic
musical movement
and urban youth culture

which happened
after the world
discovered that disco sucked.

Good answer.
I ain't giving
up my Bee Gees.

Hip-hop is...

It's rap. -
You know what I'm saying?

Hip-hop is...Soul.

Hip-hop is... R & B.

Hip-hop is... Funk. For most people today,
hip-hop is about bling-bling.

But what was
before the bling-bling?

What was before the Escalades,
and the-- and the nine
millys and the hoochies?

Hip-hop is... It's a form of
cross-cultural communication.

Hip-hop is... It's a lifestyle,
a language, a fashion.

Hip-hip is... It's simple and complex.

It's about a individual
questioning the establishment.

It's about recombining,
combining
everything that came before.

Hip-hop is about
finding a new voice.

But what hip-hop really is
can be summed up
in three simple words.

I am here.

It was so rad
the way you like looped
my roomie's words,

then you made
a song out of it.

Thanks. Uh, so did your
roomie think so, too?

You could have told me
you were a teacher. I'm not.

Okay, a guest lecturer then.
I thought you were an actor.

An actor. Why?

Never mind.

How tall are you?

5'10''.You wanna wrestle?

Okay, let's go.

Uh, hey, you guys should come
to the club I'm
spinning at tonight.

I have a class
in the morning.

I can put you two
on the list, plus one

so you can bring
your boyfriend.

I don't have a boyfriend.

All right, cool.
So just the two of you then.

We'll see.Cool.

Zoe.

5'11" actually,
with shoes.

Second line.

Second line.

Line one.

What is that?

It felt more
natural that way.

You're not here
to be natural.
You're here to learn ballet.

Second line.

Must be all that
fine Chicago training.

Wow. Well,
look at this place, momma.

Only a few
minutes in New York
and already we're on the list

at the hottest spot in town.

Okay. Momma?Okay, I'm exploring
my range.

"Momma" is not in my range? Uh, no.

Hey. Hi.

Hi. Let's go.

Okay, remember,
we can't stay up too late. I know, I know.

Hey, chill, momma.

Jeez! Ballerinas. I don't really...
None of...

I don't really dance.

Hey.
I knew you'd come.

Hi.

Who's this? Ah, hello to you, too.

Sara, Candy. Nice to meet you.

I'm sure it is.Okay...

Hey, don't mind her.
She's like that
with everybody.

Come on. Ah! What about my drink?

Where are we going?To the pit.

Pit?

Wow!
This is a whole
other level.

Yeah,
I used to have to
sneak out

and take the 9 train up to
the South Bronx to
see stuff like this.

It's funny,
'cause most of these kids,

they don't even realize
that there's a history there,

a shadow behind every move.

Every step they make
is into a footprint
bigger than their own.

Kind of like ballet.

Professor!

I'm paying you to spin,
not stand still, man.

This is Mixx,
he's the father
of this party.

And who is this
pretty distraction?

Ah, this is Sara.

She's one of my students.

Should have stayed in school.

Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, too.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

That's my girl, Candy. Yeah, we've met.

It don't get much
flyer than Candy.

Anything she do, you can bet,
next week, see 100 kids
doing the same thing.

Or at least trying. Know what I'm saying, right?

Yo, honor and
pleasure to meet you,
little lady.

I have to go be the man.
Y'all enjoy the party.

You,
over here wasting my money,
go do your thing tonight, man.

All right, man. All right, man.

I got to go spin. Straight? Yeah.

You sure?
You're not scared? Yeah.

You ever
audition for Juilliard?

We gonna heat it up for you.
That's in case
you decide to go in.

Yo, what's going on?

This is your boy, Daddy Mix.

Hey,
I'm about to bring my man

out on the ones
and twos right now.

But we gonna have to bring him out the right way.

I'm gonna need y'all
to repeat after me.

We gonna do it like this.
Yo! Say,

check it out

check it out

check it out

check it out

Yo,
this is your boy, Mike L-E-S.

Yo, big show tonight.
Time for wylin'
out Chi-town style.

Y'all know what to do.

So what are you
waiting for?

Come on, girl!

What's up?
Can you take it?

Yeah.

She's really good!

Oh!

Oh, my God!

What was that?

Dude, that was awesome!

What?

That's not water.I know. It's vodka.

Hey, Sara.
Hey, yo, I'm sorry
I couldn't get back.

This other kid was
supposed to spin,
but he didn't show. But, yo...

I saw you killing them
in the pit all night. What?

You were amazing. Thank you.
You weren't too bad yourself.

We were gonna, uh, go
get some breakfast
if you wanted to, uh...

I can't.
I've got class in, like,
three-and-a-half hours.

Looks like Franz
found a friend.

Oh...

I should probably
get my roommate home

before she
hurts somebody.

Okay, see you.

Okay, let's go.

Okay. See ya.

Oh, no...

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! What?

Allegro.

Please wake up.

You're thinking too much.

It's not your job.

Thought was put
into these steps
hundreds of years ago.

It's simply your
duty to execute it
as it was handed down.

Faster.

Stop.

What are you doing?

I'm--I'm sorry,
Miss Delacroix. You what?

I'm sorry.

Look at me.

You smell of alcohol.

Did you need a drink
to prepare for class?

No. Then why do you
smell like a tavern?

I went out
with some friends.

Oh, did you now?

Where did your
friends take you?

To a club.

To a club?

Was it a ballet club?

No.

Do you know
what's behind the third line?

Mmm?

Nothing.
There's nothing
behind the third line.

That nothing's a...
It's a magical place

where you can
eat what you want,

and you can sleep in
and have ice cream

and cheeseburgers
and candy and...

And you can...

And you can
wear what you want.

And you can drink
whenever you like,

and then you
can come in here,

and you can
pretend that there are

no consequences
to your actions.

But that nothing
does not reside
within these walls.

Third line.

Bella.

"I've often been asked what is the key to my success.

"The answer is
always the same.

"I have never allowed anyone
to stand in
the way of my heart."

What did I do? I don't know.
What did you do?

I don't know.
You just been
jetting out of here

every day like
you stole something.

See you.

I need to spend
more time practicing,
get focused.

Well, I know this place
around the corner.

Best cannolis on
the Upper West Side.
Maybe we could...

I really don't have
time to go anywhere.

So I got these friends
that own a art
gallery downtown,

and they're
doing this big show
on street art.

Graffiti, tag and all the way
from the beginning till now.

They asked this guy Nigel,
who's a video director,

real creative cat,
to pull together

a video
installation/performance piece
for the exhibit.

And he asked me to
handle the music,

and I was hoping that maybe
you could help me out.

How? Choreograph a dance piece.

Me? Yeah, you.

Why me? What you did back
at the club, that was

some of the illest
stuff I've ever seen.

Look,
I'd love to help you out.

But I'm doing
everything I can

just to keep my
head above water...

Sara. ...in my classes, okay?

I'm sorry. Hey.

What's this? Just some beats I
been working on.

It's kind of off the bubble.
None of that Hot 97 rah-rah.
You know what I'm saying?

Just listen to it.

Was that you
humming just now?

It's beatboxing.
It's humming 2.0.

It's odd. It's part of my culture.

That's not what I meant.
What I meant,

that most people
wouldn't be able to revisit

the site of their
greatest failure

with so much ease.

What is it about you that
makes you so
comfortable with defeat?

Hmm, you seem pretty relaxed.

What was the last dancer
you got into ABT?
San Francisco? Joffrey?

Ah!

Losing your touch,
huh? No.

I'm just
maintaining my standards.

Morning, Bella.

I can't even get
out of the third line.

She's making
an example of you.

Lucky me.

I'm, like, this close
from Monique presenting me
as her protege.

Oh, my God.

I've never been
so sore in my life.

Get used to it.

I don't think I've slept
more than four
hours since I got here.

If there's one thing in life
I could get rid of,
it'd be sleep.

It's such a waste of time.Such a waste.

I don't do drugs.

It's not heroin, Sara.

Just remember,

Xenical is your pal
when you want to
keep the weight off.

Percocet's best for the knees
that want to fall off.

And Ambien is your friend
when you just
need to doze off.

You want to get out
of the third line,
don't you?

I don't want to be
the goddamn quirky brunette.What?

Every play I've ever been in,

I wind up playing
this witty-yet-lovable,
slightly insane girl

with the plaid skirt
and weird laugh.

Yeah, you're right.
That doesn't
sound like you at all.

So we're doing this play,
and the lead
character is this quirky,

well, homicidal brunette type,
and of course
they want me to read for it.

Wow, the lead.
That's great. No, that's not great.

Jeez, are you
even listening to me?

If I do this now,
it will-- it will
never stop.

That'll be it for me.
I'll always be
the goddamn quirky brunette.

Then don't do it.

No. I can't not do it.
This could be my big break.
I could get an agent.

So why don't you just read
for another part?

I'm not gonna quit

no matter how
hard you push me,

or how much you single me out
as an example of
what not to do.

I worked too
hard to get here.

And I am prepared
to do whatever it
takes to be the best.

You're gonna
have to pack my bags
if you want me gone.

Are you done, Sara?

Yes.

So... Jesus!

Sure you don't
want to get a cannoli?

I'm doing some research.

Ah!

Trying to get inside
the master's head, huh?

But I hear it's
a scary place.

You seem to know
a lot about this school
for a guest lecturer.

Well, that's 'cause
I used to go here.

What? You heard me.

You went here?

Hey, I may not look like it,
but I'm
a pretty cultured cat.

What were you here for? Piano.

Composition actually.

You must've been good.Damn straight.

So I dropped out. What?

Why would you give this up?

It just wasn't for me.
So did you, um, listen
to those tracks I gave you?

Look, you're gonna have
to get somebody else.

I don't want anybody else.
I want you.

You don't even know me. I know what I saw at
the club that night.

Get Candy to choreograph it. Forget Candy.

Nigel said
it'll take one day.
We can shoot this weekend.

This weekend? It'll be fun.

I'm not here for fun.

This Sara Johnson,
what do we know about her?

Well, she studied
at a few small
princess academies

and then last
year with Uri Pell.

Her father's a musician.
I've never heard
of him, though.

And her mother?She died.

Last year. Actually,
around the same time she first
auditioned for Juilliard.

I read her file.
I'm her mentor.

Here you go. - Thanks.

Here you go.

Monique wants to see you.

You feeling okay? Yeah.
I'm just a little tired.

Marcus, are you okay? I just had my review.

She dropped me.

She made me work my ass off.

How can I just go home?

I'm sorry.

Close the door.

Come.

I've observed some things
that are distressing me.

You need to work
on your turnout.

Your arms are
overly expressive.

You keep turning...

Sara? I think
I'm going to be sick.

Oh, my God.

Kleenex. Kleenex.
Kleenex.

Here you go.

I'm sorry. No. It's all right.
Are you all right now?

Can I take it? Yes.

Oh, God.

You're taking pills.

I've never taken them before.

I swear.
Just, my body hurts.

I can't sleep, can't eat.

I just...
I don't know what to do,

and this is
the first time it happened.

It's just hard.

Sara,
it's supposed to be hard.

It wouldn't be
worth it if it weren't.

Now we have to focus

on strengthening
your ankles.

I'm not being cut?

Why would you think that?

Very good.
Please clear the studio
for the next class.

How did I do? You were brilliant.

But I'm not your
frigging cheerleader,
so in the future,

if you're curious about
your performance,
look in the mirror.

That's what
they're there for.

I was pretty
surprised you found time
to fit me and my cannoli in.

Well, it kind of
threw me there.

That whole
Juilliard drop-out thing.

Why didn't you
tell me earlier?

Dunno. It never came up.

Guess I was
being a little harsh.

You have no idea
how intimidating
Monique Delacroix can be.

Ah, listen, Sara,
about that... No. It wasn't you. I'm sorry.

I just didn't
realize how intense

Juilliard would
really be, you know?

It's so important to me.

Why?

Since I was little,
my mom and I
always dreamed about

me becoming
a famous ballerina.

The day of my

first audition for Juilliard,
she really
wanted to be there.

I really wanted
her to be there.

It was my turn to dance.

So I looked around, and...

I knew
something was wrong.

I was right.
She died in a car accident
trying to get to my audition.

Here.

What about you?Me?

Ah, I was raised by wolves.

Mmm-hmm.

And are you
and your wolf parents close?

Ah, my mom and dad
split when I was three.

I lived with my
grandfather till he died,

and then I went to school.

Now I'm on my own,
struggling, striving.

Do you miss him?

Yeah. He was wild.

Mad old-school
but a real cool cat.
He bought me my first record.

Speaking of which,
did you, uh, listen to
that CD I gave you?

I did. Really?

It's hot. You got promise.

Okay. So--so,
what's it gonna take

for Sara Johnson
to help me out?

You are not
gonna make me beg.

Yes. Yes, I am.

Sara, please
help me do this.

It's just one day, right? Just one day.

And there will
absolutely be no fun
involved at all, guaranteed.

I'll think about it.

You'll think... What?
What're you talking about,
you'll think about it?

Class,
I'm sure you're all waiting

to hear about
the fall production.

This year, we'll be dancing
the classic romance, Giselle.

I recommend
that you all
study it closely.

Giselleis possibly
one of the greatest
works in the canon.

Gisellerequires
uncommon
technical virtuosity.

Its beauty is uncompromising.

And I shall be
equally uncompromising
in my choices.

All the roles are open.
Class dismissed.

What a bitch!
She's a jealous bitch.

Katrina is,
like, this close to being

presented as
Monique's protege.

She has no
reason to be jealous.

Yeah, everyone's paranoid,
'cause they know
if they make one mistake,

or somebody
better comes along,
they're out.

This isn't a school.
It's Survivor.

Where you guys going?

I thought you were coming
with me to Miles'. Oh, we'll be back later.

Franz has to go
down to Canal Street
for a defibrillator.

Modulator.Modulator.

And I really need a new hat.

Ciao.

That was beautiful.

Yeah, my man
Satie's no joke.

This place is amazing.

Not exactly struggling.

Yeah, I consider it
a consolation prize
from parents who don't speak.

Uh, everybody should be
here a little later.

So I figure we
should get right

before they start
showing up, yeah?

Look, um,
those beats you gave me?

They're good.
I like them.

But they're abstract. What--what do you mean,
abstract?

They're not really danceable.

Not danceable?
What are you...

You sound like
them bubblehead cats
down at the club.

I'm trying to push it.
That's why I
wanted to work with you.

You want people to like it,
and you want me to
dance to it, right?

You can't dance to that? I can dance to anything.

But not that?

Wow!

All right. All right.
So, cool. Uh...

Tell me what you want,
and I'll work with you.

Hey, this was your idea. No, it's cool.

You sure?Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay. Track four.
Can you make it faster?

take control of your body

'cause everybody knows

I smile in surprise

that we're in love

you drop the beat

you make me move my feet

like hand in glove

it's true love

and I'll be your dove

and throw our hands up

take control of your body

'cause everybody knows

I smile in surprise

that we're in love

let your body hit the floor

that I'm in love

I smile in surprise

that we're in love

Bloody long trek
from that train.

This is Nigel, the director
I was telling you about.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
Miles tells me
you're a genius.

Are you sure
he wasn't
talking about himself?

All right, boys.
Let's go.

What's up, man? 50 bucks
in Chinatown, baby.

50 bucks.

So Nigel thinks we
have something hot.

There's no way I
could've done that
without you.

It was fun.
You were right. I know.

I wish I had more time
to do stuff like that.

What? You have all
the time in the world.

Not if I'm going to be
a prima ballerina by 21.

That's really what
you want to do, huh?

That's the plan.

Damn. All right.

I was really hoping that,
I don't know...

me and you could, uh,

maybe...

We could what?

Get a cannoli
or something?

A cannoli?

Yeah, a cannoli.

I should get some rest. Yeah.

I got my Giselle
audition in the morning.Yeah, definitely.

Good night.

to make you understand

your typical, ordinary man

pressure you

What part are you
auditioning for? - Giselle.

Whenever you're ready.

Yo,
Nigel showed me the edits.

It is coconuts.
You rocked it, girl.

I can't wait to see it.

You look beat. I am beat.

Well, give up them feet.
It's time for Dr. Miles'
famous foot massage.

No, they're awful. Oh, no, no, no, no.

My man Stef got feet
that look like monkey hands,

so yours can't be
that much worse.
Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

Oh, my...I told you.

Just playing.

Mmm.

Feels good, right?

So why you dancing ballet?

What do you mean?

I don't know.
It's just so rigid.
You could do so much more.

Oh, right.
I have the soul of
a trombone player.

Yes.

I used to dream
about being this
classical composer.

I mean, pounding out notes
on the piano,
hour after hour.

I read every book
written on music theory.

I wanted to write a symphony
by the time I turned 18.

What happened?

Wrote the sketches
for my symphony. Got it into
Juilliard and got accepted.

But you ended up quitting.

Why?

Dreams change.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
I got the part in the play.

The quirky brunette? No, the dumb blonde.

Oh, my God.
That's great!

Ew!

God, gross.
You're touching
her ballerina feet.

Okay, you know what?
If you guys are
going to do that,

one, wear gloves.

And two, just... Ew!

How do you know
when you're performing
a movement perfectly?

You feel perfect.
You are the movement.

Everything is
working within you
and through you.

All effort falls away.

You disappear into the dance.

And all that's left
is the purity of the spirit

and emotion.

Bella.

Sara, first line.

Katrina, could you
get the bars please?

Well, I'd
love Giselle.

I'll be anything
as long as it
isn't a peasant.

I can't stand
being a peasant.

But I'd be happy
with the Queen
of the Wilis.

Have you
ever been a peasant? No.

Well, it's all these
little folksy
steps and this...

No,
I just can't bear it again.

Oh, my God. There it is.

Katrina got Giselle.
Well, no surprise there.

But you got
Queen of the Wilis.

Looks like I'm
going to be doing this
for the next six weeks.

Okay, see you. Oh, where are you going?

I gotta get to my opening.

In a minute.
Just a minute.Come on.

In a minute.

Look at you.

What do you think?

I like it.
It's hip.

There's a little hop
in there too.

They're about
to start again.

Come on.
Let's go.

Can't wait to see
your new dance piece.

I need to get some fresh air,
so you guys go ahead.

Okay. I'll see you inside.

Be in there.

You're one of
Monique's girls.
Sara, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.

Simone Eldaire. I head
the Modern
Department at Juilliard.

I know who you are.
It's an honor to meet you.

I saw your piece.
You were quite good.

Who choreographed it?

I did.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

You've put quite
a spell on Monique.

Whenever I see her,
she just goes on about you.

Really?

Our secret.

I'm down to just one a day.

Oh, the things we dancers do
to our bodies.

Ms. Eldaire, if it's okay,
can we just keep
this between us?

I'm really not supposed to...

Deal.

Stop by my office
if you ever want to just talk
about dance, boys, whatever.

I know Monique
can be a bit severe.

Thank you. I will.

It was a pleasure
meeting you, Sara.

I look forward to seeing
more of your work.

Yes.

What? Oh, my God!

Are you kidding me?

to her pretty feet

how she looks

hits the stops

I think I'm diggin' that

what you do

The Vibe
is at our party.

Do you know
what this means?

This means...
This means exposure.

This means I'm not gonna
have to spend 25 minutes

explaining my music
to people, they just

gonna hear it and
they gonna feel it.

I'm so happy
for you.

By me,
you mean us,
right?

Miles, this was supposed to be
a one-time deal.
I've got school.

Wow! Right.

Hey, can't do it,
can't do it, right?

Okay,
I've got Gisellerehearsals
four times a week,

and if I drop
Intro to Hip-Hop,

since I get
private tutoring anyway,

I could do it. That would be dope.

doing what you do

The Vibeguys said
we could have all
the time we need.

Wow.

What's all this? That is my
entire life on tape.

How many are there? I lost count.

Over 8,000 hours at least.

How did you... I just always carry around
a tape recorder.

Started when I was young.
I was just a kid.

First sound I remember
was the sound
of rings jingling

on the shower-curtain rod
when my mom was
giving me a bath.

You got a tape of that?No. I was four.

Let me see.

Let me see.
Let me see.
Let me see. Ah!

Ah, come on.

Have a seat.

What are we... Shh. Just listen.

What is that?

New York City,
East River.
February 27, 1989.

After five weeks
below freezing,
the ice finally breaking.

be strong enough

of having someone

run far away from love

has been chasing you

what to do

don't want a relationship

believe in it

to you today

I'll be your escape

you run to to be safe

I'll take you

all space and time

Concentrate.

You're okay. Yeah, I'm all right.

Watch your turnout.

Straighten up the line.

Oh.

Katrina.

You okay? Get away from me.
I'm fine.

You sure? Fine.

Let's get you up gently. - Are you okay?

I'm fine. Can you take her to
the clinic, please?

Sure. - I'm fine.

So, in line.
Let's go on.

Bella, and...

What?Wake up, man.

Seriously, you've been all
Barney & Friends

ever since what's-her-name
scrambled your brains.

Am not. You two are like
Bonnie and Clyde,

Pam and Tommy Lee,

Bert and Ernie. All right.

Lewis and Clark. What?

Britney and Justin.
They broke up.

Seriously,
man, you are so hooked.

It's like
watching Bassmasters
on late night cable.

"And for tackle today,
we're using
an eight-pound test line

"and a blonde
ballerina as bait."

Get out of here, man. You're hooked.

All right, whatever.

You're hooked. All right,
Eraserhead.

Oh, that sells.

The doctor said it
was just a sprain.

The doctor told me
you have
permanent ligament damage.

But Miss Delacroix...

I'm sorry, Katrina.
You can't dance.

So who gets Giselle?

It's Sara, isn't it?

She's making a fool of you.

Ask your son.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Yo, stop, stop.
Hold up.

We can't even hear
the drums with all

these horns blaring
all over the place!

Okay. You know what?
I'm really sick and
tired of all your...

Hey, why don't we
just take a break?

I really
don't know, man.
Who does she think she is?

What?

You're amazing.

So are you.

There's something I
need to talk to you
about, actually...

Can we not take
so many breaks
here today?

Some of us have a life.

What is it?

It's nothing.

All right,
let's take it from the top.

Five, six, seven, eight.

You really did
a job this time.

This has nothing
to do with you.

You're right. It has
everything to do with her.

Jesus,
you don't care about her!

You need her...She's gifted...

...more than she needs you. ...the way you were.

But you threw yours away. Please.

For what? So some kids
on the street
could know your name.

My dream changed.
That's all.

I think you're
just ashamed of
where you come from.

No. I'm ashamed
that you can't accept
that my history is out there

and not inside this
white marble mausoleum.

You sound
like your father.Fancy that.

You're angry at me,
be angry at me.
But let her alone.

I love her.

Well, good.

Let her live her dream.

Don't destroy hers,
as well.

So just remember...

Sara. Yes?

Could you do me
a favor and get me

my notes from
the last design meeting?

They're on my desk.

Sure. - Bye.

Sara, I, uh...

I tried. I tried to
tell you in the park,
in rehearsal...

I wanted to tell you.
I just didn't know
how to step to you.

I still don't.

I was afraid
I'd lose you.
And I knew

if it came down to me
or ballet,
you'd choose ballet.

I love you... Don't say that.

I believed you.

I believed that
someone who can

create music as
beautifully as you
had to be telling the truth.

You know what, Miles?
You're just another player.

Yes, I know Miles was
a total jerk, but--but...

You know,
it's not like his mother
is a freaking saint, either.

Okay.
This happens to
me way too much.

I'm a dumb blonde.

I'm gonna go now.

Sara.

I want you to dance Giselle.

Everything all right?

I feel like such an idiot.

Don't.

Miles has never cared
what effect his actions
have on other people.

I've arranged for
you to be moved
to a single room,

so you can concentrate
on your preparation.

I--I don't need to. You need to rest.
Get some sleep.

to trust you

to love you

Stop! Paul,
just cut it out!

You know you're not supposed
to stick out.

You're supposed to blend.
You're a peasant.

I'm coming up there.

Sara. Hey, Miles doesn't know
I'm telling you this so...

And he'd probably beat me up
if he found out, so,
please don't tell him, okay?

Okay. He needs you.

The dancers
won't listen to him,

everything's falling apart.
Luckily, the guys...

I can't do anything,
okay. I have Giselle.

I'm sorry.

Okay, fine.
That's cool.

No. No,
that's not cool.

Look, whatever happened
between you and Miles

doesn't mean you
can't help out.

You just don't want to. That's not fair.

You're like mini-Monique.
Jete, jete. Zoe.

I feel like I
swallowed a bug.

Sara,
we can't come
to your ballet.

It's not 'cause
of Zoe or anything,

it's just we
have dress rehearsal
that night and...

Well,
we need all the rehearsal
we can get.

Sorry.

I understand.

Sara,
can you come up on stage,
please?

Yes.

Ooh! Watch that rouge.

Ta-da!

Isn't it lovely?

What's it for?

Ah!

I'm having a dinner party
after the performance
at my home.

Absolutely
everyone will be there,

even
the Chairman of the board
of American Ballet Theatre.

Are you pleased?

Hmm.

Are you nervous?

Yes.

You shouldn't be.
You're my student.

Now remember to watch
those extensions
and think up.

Merde.

Excuse me,
you can't go...

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I know her. Thank you.

Wow, look at you. Hey, okay, no, no,
no, no.

Don't-- Don't-- Don't
be nice yet, okay?

There are two things. No.

"I just wanted to
say that I'm sorry

"and that I love you so much.
Because no matter
how stupid or crazy

"I act, you've
always been there for me.
And I'm sorry.

"Break a leg. Love, Zoe."

It's okay. No, no, no,
it's not okay,

'cause I was
such a bitch and...

God,
I am so proud of you, Sara.

You did it. You know, you did
what you said you
were going to do.

You're so rad.

You're the rad one.

And so blonde.

I know.

I kind of like
being a dumb blonde.

You know I think
Franz likes it, too.

Men are so easy.

15 minutes to places,
please.

15 minutes.

You have some twirling to do.
I'm gonna try and
not whistle too loud.

Wait. You said two things.

Please don't hate me.

I nearly killed Franz
when he asked me to do this.

It's from Miles.

Wonderful!

Whoo!

Giselle!

Oh, great job.
It was great.
It was wonderful.

Good, good,
good, thank you.

Sara, there you are.

What on earth
are you doing here?

Everyone wants to
congratulate you.

What's the matter?

Is something wrong?

Oh, you must be exhausted.

I can remember
coming off stage
after a performance,

barely able to walk.

You leave
everything on the stage.

It's the best
feeling in the world.

Did you ever wonder if...

What?

If it was enough?

Enough?

Dear girl,
once you get a taste for it,
it's never enough.

In time,
there are better sets,
lovelier costumes...

No.

Did you ever wonder
if this was all
you'd ever do,

all you'd ever be?

Let's go.
Everyone's waiting.

Miss Delacroix,
I don't think I want to be
just a ballerina.

It's just nerves. You're not listening.

I can't give up
everything for ballet.

No one's asking you
to give up everything.

But you will.

Maybe not on purpose,
maybe not all at once.

Listen to me, Sara,
there are hundreds
of thousands of girls

who would kill to
be in your position.

Your gift means nothing
without hard work, discipline

and yes, sacrifice.

You just have a child's idea
of happiness.

And to be great
you have to...

You have to let that go.

Why?

I'll wait for
you in the limo.

I'm sorry.
I can't go to your party.

You changed
the song again! I had to.

And I'm just supposed to redo
all the steps?

This is your mess,
you fix it. Candy, please.

No. You holler when
you sort it all out,
Mr. Control Freak!

You know the number,
unless you changed that, too.

Miles,
what are we gonna do now?

I don't know, man.
Just give me a minute.

Sara, I... No, don't say anything.

Please just listen.

I danced the best
I've ever danced tonight.

It was close to perfect.

When I was done,
I closed my eyes

and I felt such peace.

But when I opened them,

everyone was
standing and clapping.

And I felt nothing.

Just numb.

And I thought to myself,
"That's an odd thing to feel.

"I've worked my whole life
to get to this place,

"and I feel nothing?"

And then there you were.

You popped into my head.

I couldn't stop
thinking about you.

Your face, your smile,
and what you said
that day in class.

"I am here."

And I realized this
whole time, I've been

trying to perfect
someone else's steps

instead of finding my own.

Well, I wanna be here,
too.

I wanna paint
with ballerinas, b-boys

in point shoes
and high-tops.

If my dream
of dancing ballet

doesn't have enough
room for all that,

my friends, and you with
a cannoli once in a while,

then I'm gonna
have to find a dream
big enough that does.

And all I was gonna say was,
"I'm sorry."

So, looks like you're having
some trouble
with your dancers.

Yeah. We got 24 hours
to get right,

and we looking kind
of wrong right now.

You know what I'm saying?

You want some help?

You're not gonna make me beg,
are you?

Miles,
please let me help you.

All right.

I'm out.

your typical, ordinary man

pressure you

how it'll be, baby

down to it, it's not up to me

just friends, lovers,
one or the other

you decide

what you wanna do

goes on between us two

best friends, lovers,
one or the other

you decide

what you wanna do

how to swing

the way I swing

keep moving

how to swing

the way I swing

keep moving

who learned to swing

when trouble swings

I'm like red wine

tonight your mine

with an African

as long as I can

let's swing them here

now it's my turn

down, down, down

take all my clothes

I'm chicken, trippin'

without you I'm done

spend some dough

spend some dough

you'll never leave me, baby

spend some dough