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- (Matt Shade):
It's a dance competition show

called Ballroom Smash.
Becca is the host

[and executive producer.]
- What happened to her
morning show?

- Well, that's still going on.
This show is just

a one-off special.
But if it goes well,

Becca says the network might
make it a regular event.
- [Cool!]

So why does she want us there?
- [All she would say was]

it's urgent.
But fair warning,

Becca might just want
to show off her new gig.

- Haha! OK. Well, I'll be there
in five minutes.

Can you grab me a--
- [Double-double,]

[way ahead of you.]
- Here you go, sir.

- Liam! What are you
doing here?

- I hired the kid.
As of yesterday.

- Looks like we're gonna be
seeing a lot of each other

now, sir.
- Hahahaha!

City of millions,
you hired Liam?!

- What can I tell you?
I needed the help.

Kid's a great worker.
Customers love him.

And not just her.
(indistinct chatter)

- I'm gonna start
going to Starbucks.

(up-tempo Latin music)
- Three, four, five,

six, seven!
One, three,

five, seven, eight, one!

- ¶ Ready set go
We don't stop until we're done ¶

- (Matt): Becca pitched this
show to the networks
three months ago.

Celebrities paired up with
professional dancers
one night only.

- Is that Brody Diamond?
I had such a crush on that guy.

- (Matt): I didn't know
you were into country music.

- Who said anything
about his music?

- OK. So, he's one
of the contestants,

who are the others?
- We have tennis pro

Jordan Pallister, uhh...

stand-up comic Selena Louise
and Veronica Valor.

- No way! Veronica Valor
from Rugged Landscapes?

The daytime soap?

It's been on the air
for 30 years.

It's Don's thing.
- Sure.

- Stop! Stop! Stop!
(buzzing)

Eddie!
- I know, I saw it!

It's the wrong lighting cue.

It goes group opening number,
then individual performances.

- And where is Kelly? Did he get
the phones working yet?

How are people supposed
to call in and vote

if they can't call in?
(sighing)

Shade! Oh, Angie! Thank God!

- Becca! You seem stressed.

- Stressed? Ha! Why?
Oh, is it because we go live

in less than 72 hours
and people keep asking me

where the judges sit?!

There are no judges
on this show.

- So, how can we help?

- I need you guys
to investigate some incidents.

- Could you be more specific?
- Key wardrobe went missing,

one of the dressing rooms'
flooded, and yesterday

a light set a curtain on fire.

- Sounds like you need a closet,
a plumber and an electrician.

- Hmm...
- These are not accidents.

Someone is trying
to ruin this show

and tank my big shot.

- Becca, I would be remiss
if I didn't point out

the fact that you tend
to overdramatize things

when you get stressed.
- What he's trying to say is

it's all in your head.
(people gasping)

- (man): Clear the stage!

Clear the stage!
Clear the stage!

(ominous music)

- I'm sorry, you were saying?

- ¶¶ I see you and you see me ¶

¶ Watch you blowing the lines
when you're making a scene ¶

¶ Oh boy,
you've got to know ¶

¶ What my head overlooks ¶

¶ The senses will show
to my heart ¶

¶ When it's watching for lies ¶

¶ 'Cause you can't escape my ¶

- ¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you ¶

¶ Private eyes ¶

¶ They're watching you,
watching you ¶

¶ Watching you, watching you ¶¶

- OK, everyone, calm down!

It's all gonna be good.
- All good?

Every day, it's something new
at this place.

- I mean, how can we be
expected to perform

under circumstances like this?

- Yeah, we're going
to look like idiots

in front of millions of people.
- Assuming we make it that far.

- OK, guys, please. We will get
to the bottom of this.

Why don't you all just go back
to your dressing rooms

and we will call you
in a few minutes, OK?

Thank you.

OK, this is really weird. Those
were just put up this morning.

- You know, maybe
the wiring's faulty.

- There's nothing wrong
with the wiring, Shadow.

You guys need
to look into this.

- Alright,
we'll look into it.

- Oh, but keep
a low profile, OK?

No one can know why you're here.
Everyone's already freaked out

enough about this damn curse.
- "Curse"?

- Some stupid ghost story.

I heard some
of the crew talking.

Something about an actor
who died here.

¶¶¶

- woman: [Grover Newell.
He performed Hamlet]

[at the Bellecroft
over a hundred years ago.]

(Zoe coughing)
- Zoe, you sound terrible.

- I'm fine. I've been
taking cold medicine.

I also swallowed some garlic,
and I have raw onions

[wrapped around my neck.
All good things.]

[So, opening night]

[during the "To be
or not to be" speech,]

he freezes up so badly
the audiences breaks out

into hysterics.
After the show,

he hung himself in the theatre.

- Charming.
- [To even speak his name,]

is to invite
death and destruction

[upon your head.]
- Death and destruction?

- Haha!
- Don't mock what
you don't understand.

- I think we'll stick
to human suspects.

Thanks, Zoe.
Get some rest.

- [Well, fine. If you're gonna
go down that route,]

my money's on Jeffrey Sanders.
- [Jeffrey Sanders,]

the weatherman
at Becca's network?

- Don't you ever read
FameChatter?

¶¶¶
Showbiz insider dirt.

Sent you an article.

(cell phone chime)

- "Meteorological Meltdown:
Stormchaser Loses Bid

for Hogtown Hoofer Hijinks."

- Oh! Well, that explains
everything.

- [The network was developing
Ballroom Smash with an eye]

on Jeffrey Sanders for hosting,
but at the last minute,

they switched gears
and gave the show to Becca.

¶¶¶

- Which means clear skies
all weekend long.

And that...
a Jeffrey Sanders promise.

Back to you, Marissa.

- Aren't you worried your face
is gonna stay like that?

- Let me guess,
you're here about Becca.

- Come on, Jeffrey,
it was all over the news.

You wanted to be the host
of Ballroom Smash.

- Live dance competition
with you as the host, that's

a step up from weatherman.
- Oh, I admit it would have been

a feather in my chapeau,
but I'm over it now.

I wished dear Beckster
all the luck in the world.

- FameChatter said you
threatened to sue the network.

- Of course they did.
They're all about the clickbait.

- So you're not upset?
- Oh, on the contrary.

It is my fondest desire
that Ballroom Smash

is a smashing success,
catapulting Becca's career

into the stratosphere.
- In which case,

she'll be too busy
for her morning show.
- And the station

will need to hire a new host
for Breakfast with Becca.

- Sunrise with Sanders anyone?
So please, pass along

my best wishes.
Oh! And, uh... on the QT,

let her know that
the new network head is

not too happy about
the recent cost overruns.

- You're saying
Ballroom Smash is over budget?

- Between the contestant
demands, the production setbacks

and Becca's nonstop tweaking,
it is the perfect storm.

And Beckster is sitting right
in the path of the hurricane.

- Shadow! Great to finally
meet you! Steve Sato,
head of programming.

- Ha! Is this...
what they mean by ergonomic?

- It's another brainstorm
from the old regime.

But that's all
changing now.

This is a workplace,
not a playground.

- Oh, sounds like you got

a lot of changes in the works.
- Latest news

from FameChatter is that you're
axing all your predecessor's

TV series.
- It's time for a fresh start.

I have a vision
for this network and...

Wave your arms.

Motion sensors. Part of
our green-building initiative.

- And what about
Ballroom Smash?

Is that part of your new vision?
- Absolutely. Why?

- We heard about your recent
series of setbacks:
budget overages--

- Every show goes
through growing pains.

Between you and me, we've sunk
so much money into this thing;

if it were to fail now,
I'd be out the door

faster than you can say
forced hiatus. Hahaha!

(phone ringing)
Steve Sato.

- woman: [Jordan Pallister's
agent is here for you.]

- Park him
at the rooftop juicery,

my usual table
by the living wall.

- "Jordan Pallister," isn't he
a contestant on Ballroom Smash?

- For now.

His agent's trying
to break our contract.

Apparently, he's got a new
endorsement for a German
tennis racket.

- What does that have to do
with Ballroom Smash?

- His people are worried
that a dance show is

gonna diminish his street cred,
put the deal at risk.

Too bad,
we've got him locked in.

- Whether he likes it or not.
- Like I said, this is business,

and no one's gonna stand
in my way

of my plans for this network.

I hate this building.

¶¶¶
(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, sweetie! Hahaha!

Mwah! We're not here
to fraternize with the staff?

- Labour law say he gets
two 15-minute breaks and
a half-hour for lunch.

- Oh! Well, OK then.
(indistinct song in background)

- Hey! What a great surprise!
- Uh, yeah, I actually need
to talk to you.

I know you want to see
a movie tomorrow,

but can I get a rain cheque?
Justine asked

if I could help her study.
- Yeah, no problem.

Your grandfather asked if
I could work a double anyway.

He wants me to learn how to make
something called,

um, Fort Huron gumbo.

- It's a 200-year-old recipe

with an incredible story
behind it.

I'll tell you about it. Just
hang on, I'll be right back.

- Incredible the first 10 times
you hear it.

See you tonight?
- Yeah, absolutely.

- Bye.
- Bye.

(paso doble music)

- You really think Jordan is the
one behind all these incidents?

- He's afraid
he'll jeopardize his lucrative

German endorsement deal
if he sticks around.

- And since the network
isn't giving him an inch--

- He's taking matters
into his own hands.

Well, if that glorified

ping-pong player thinks
he can tank my show

just because he got
a higher-paying gig...

(paso doble music)

(snapping sound)

- Look out!
- Oh! Oh! Look out!

- Ugh! Oh, my leg!

- Get the set EMT
down here right away!

- Oh, my God! Are you OK?
- I think I broke my leg.

- There goes
our prime suspect.

- (man): Hurry up!
Come on over here! Lift!

- OK, don't move.
- (man): On three, lift.

(grunting with effort)
- (woman): Don't move. Careful.

- (Shade): OK, he's clear. Throw
that sandbag underneath it.

- Shade?

- Got something?
- It's a clean cut.

This rope's been scored.
- Yeah, this was no accident.

Whoever's behind this,
they're stepping up their game.

- Hey!

- Hey. How did it go?

- Better than I thought.
I mean, I fully expected them

to cancel the show entirely,

Luckily, Steve was there
to back me up.

- So what are they gonna do?
Postpone it a week?

- No, we're still going
live in 48 hours.

- With only three contestants?
I thought Jordan was out.

- Oh yeah, he is.
The hospital called

to confirm he broke his leg.
- Hmm.

- But the good news is

I managed to convince
the network that we have

a very strong substitute.

- You can't be serious.
- You were always

a great mover
on the ice, Shade.

- No. Absolutely no way!
- But Jordan was

a tennis player, you were
a hockey player. Same same.

- Besides the fact that
that is entirely untrue,

you're forgetting the fact
that I cannot dance!

- You'll be fine! You're paired
with Raven, and she's the best.

And besides, nobody expects
the celebrities to be any good.

- I'm also not
into public humiliation.

- Since when? Come on, Shade,

this is the only way I could get
them to not cancel the show.

And look, this way,
you could be on the inside.

You know, you could be
my eyes and ears and--
- Not selling it, Becca.

I'm sorry. I know
this means a lot to you,

but every man has his limit,

and mine is dancing.

(acoustic guitar riff)
How do I look?

You're trying not to laugh,
aren't you?

(laughing)
Oh, come on, this is serious!

- Please don't say,
"This is serious"

wearing that outfit.
- Look, we have a case

with no suspect
and now, thanks to Becca,

I am right in the line of fire.
In more ways than one.

- OK. Uh... look,

I've been thinking about this.
The missing wardrobe,

the flood,
the exploding light boxes;

those were either nuisances
or scare tactics,

but this last one,
that was a definite attack.

- Do you think someone's trying
to take out Jordan Pallister?

- It makes sense.
According to the show's website,

he is the odds-on favourite
to win the whole competition.

- And with a half-a-million
dollar cash prize on the line--

- That's half a million reasons
to take out the frontrunner.

- Now, all we gotta do
is get close enough

to the other three contestants
to figure out

which one of them needs
that 500K the most.

- Actually, they all do.

Becca sent over some
background information on
the remaining three contestants.

Turns out that Brody Diamond
has a bit of a spending problem.

Hasn't had a hit for a while.

Veronica Valor is being written
out of Rugged Landscapes.

- What?! She...

That's terrible. For her.

Um, what about Selena Louise,

the comedian?
- No debts,

but she's the least famous
of the three.

She's actually got the most
to gain by winning the prize.

What's that?
- What?

- That.

- Oh, that's just
something that Zoe e-mailed

over here. It's a picture of
the Bellecroft Theatre's ghost.

- And you put it
on our case board because...?

- I'm just trying to keep
all our suspects alive.

Haha!
- Human suspects, Shade.

And don't forget your cape.
- Hahahaha!

Aaaah...

- Taxi!
(slow country music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, Brody Diamond.
Matt Shade.

- Welcome to the Smash, partner.
- Hey, thanks.

- Gallant move stepping up
for the ex.

- Ah, thanks.
I wish it was just

under better circumstances.
- Yeah, bummer about Jordan.

- Sets falling, lights
exploding; people are
saying the show is cursed.

- Whatever. I'm keeping
both eyes on the prize.

- I hear you.
It's a lot of money at stake,

and money makes people do

crazy things.
- Hey, you got no worries there.

My new single
drops the day we go live.

Ticket back to the big time.
- Hmm...

That sounds like
you're back in the saddle.

- You got that right.

I gotta admit
I had a little debt scare there,

but this new single's gonna
take care of all of that

and more.
(tongue click)

- (man): Who left this here?
- You!

You've been avoiding me!
- Ummm...

- You know, enough talk.
Go get some workout gear on.

- Well, I-I thought we should--
- I have less than a day

to turn a gorilla into
a gazelle. Get ready to sweat.

- Oh, whoa, wow! OK, sure.
- Yep, let go.

(woman talking indistinctly)
- If I have to die for this,
I will,

but you're all
going down with me.

- Uh... hello?
¶¶¶

Oh! You're reading a script.

- Oh. Yes, it's, uh...

it's my lines for next week.

Who are you?
- I'm Angie from the network.

I... I just heard
that you were being
written off Rugged Landscapes,

and I wanted to check in.
- Yeah.

Well, 22 years
on their stupid show...

...never a single day late,

all the pathetic words

I had to vomit out of my mouth,

and my reward? I'm being

killed off
by my half-brother's twin

who turns out to be an alien.
- Wow!

Well, I'm sure winning
half a million dollars

on this show would certainly
help soften the blow.

- Yeah, well, the charity
I'm sponsoring wouldn't
know what hit 'em.

- Charity?
- Yeah, the Goodwell League.

They're a charity
for endangered animals

who aren't cute and cuddly.

- Oh!

Well, good luck.

- Five, six,
seven, eight.

We go one, two, three, four,

five, six seven, eight.

Around!

Step, throw, reach.

I'll come
all the way over here,

and then we'll go
into the Widow's Leap,
which will be our grand finale.

And if you mess this up
by the tiniest margin,

I will die, so--

- Whoa, hold on. Are you sure
this is the smartest idea?

- No weakness. You have to
master it or we don't win.

Now, let's begin.

Ready?
- (Shade): As I'll ever be.

- Oh!
- Oh!

- You're OK?
(Raven sighing)

- Matthew, you're
better than this!

- Yeah, a jury's
still out on that.

Oh, hey, could you
give me a second?

- I don't wait. We'll meet
tonight, your place.
- My place?

- 8 p.m. sharp.
Text me your address.

- OK.

- Well, she's tough,
but you look pretty good.

- Wow! Compliment
from Angie Everett.

- Have you talked
to our sexy cowboy yet?

- Brody, really?

Nah, he's not our guy.
His new single is

about to drop making him flush
again. What about Veronica?

- Money's not a motive
for her either.

She plans on donating her
prize money to a bunch
of hairless cats.

- Huh...
- Yeah.

- Well, that leaves Selena.
(indistinct chatter)

- Matt Shade!
Welcome to the suck!

- Hahaha! Hey, Selena.
- Hi.

- This is Angie. She's--
- From the network.

I'm just popping by.
- Uh-oh! Did they send you

to look into all the crap that's
been going on around here.

- Were you here
when the set fell?
- What can I say?

My mom always told me
to avoid a crowd.

Besides, the best way to make
an entrance is alone.

- You don't know what's causing
'em, do you, the incidents?

(nervous laugh)
- Is that what you'd call them?

I'm sure you've heard
about our fab phantom.

- Grover--
- Don't say it! Sorry. Haha!

I just want to stay on
the spooky guy's good side.
You know what I mean?

When you're
as uncoordinated as me,

you need all the help
you can get, so...

- Of course.
Makes total sense.

- Gustavo's waiting,
I should get to it, so...

- I don't know, she seems
genuinely freaked out

by the whole ghost thing.
- Or it's a kickass

diversionary tactic.
- How are we gonna find out?

- There's a ton of cameras
in this place,

there's gotta be one that caught
the saboteur in the act.

I'll check back in with you

after you shower.

Excuse me, are you an editor?

- I prefer the term
creative closer.

- Oh! Whoa!
Your cologne.

- It's not 'cause
I smoked weed.

I... I wear cologne
'cause I like to smell nice,

not 'cause I smoke weed.

- OK, yeah. Whatever the reason,
I offer the same advice:

a little goes a long way.

Anyhow, listen,
I need to see footage

from the set fall
and the popping lights.

- Are you nuts?
I have no time for that.

I'm assembling new promos
from scratch for air tonight.

- I'm sorry, what was your name?
- Sami.

- Great. So when I call my boss
from the network back,

I'll just tell 'em
Sami said it's a no go

on seeing footage.
- OK, OK. Hahaha!

Uh, what exactly
do you need to see?

- We're looking for a ghost.

- You shouldn't say that.

The curse of you know who

is not something to be messed
with at Bellecroft Theatre.

¶¶¶

(Angie sighing)

- Wait. There. That one.

- Hang on, I'll get
a better angle.

- Oh, my God!
- Is that Steve?

- Head of programming
at the network.

This isn't sabotage at all;

it's all part of the act.

(retro soul music playing)

- ¶ There's a place for worry ¶

- Ah, hey, kid. What's up?

Somebody dine and dash?

- Jules, uh...

she told me she was studying
with her friend Justine tonight.

- OK, so what's with the face?
- I just found a message.

Um, I think she butt-dialed me.

Uh, called me

by accident, sir.

(Liam sighing)

- Can I hear it?

- Yeah.

- (man): Having a good time?
- (Jules): Definitely!

This is awesome!
- (girl): Where's

your boyfriend tonight?
- (Jules): I don't think

it'd be into this. His taste
in music is a little vanilla.

¶¶¶
- What should I do?

- Well, I'm not sure
it's my place

to offer you advice, Liam.
But if it were,

I think I'd give her a chance
to come clean on her own.

- ¶ But please take my love ¶
- OK.

¶¶¶
- (Zoe): I don't get it.

[Why would Steve Sato sabotage
his own network show?]

- Think about it.
He needed a hit to solidify

his new position. You've seen
those reality TV shows,

[what drives ratings
more than anything.]

- Drama and fighting.
- [Exactly.]

- So he uses the ghost story
to scare up some tension,

only he takes it too far
and someone gets hurt.

Wait a minute, why are you still
working on this case?

[You're supposed to rest
and get better.]

- Nah. I've been drinking this
Cold Crusher tea,
and it turns out

it's jam-packed
with amphetamines!

[I have never been
so productive in my life.]

[I cleaned up my freezer,
resorted the spice rack.]

I've even started
writing a novella.

- Oh, boy.
- [But first,]

some more information

on you know who.

- Grover Newell?
You can say his name, Zoe.

- "Beware the bare bodkin."
- [Ha!]

My dad gave me that same advice
on prom night.

- [It's from Hamlet.
It means dagger.]

Twice over
the past hundred years,

a performer found
a similar dagger

in their dressing room
at the Bellecroft,

and both performers died
during the run of the show.

- Fascinating.
- [I'm just warning you.]

[Be careful.]

- (Angie): OK. Sato's leaving,
I'm gonna follow him.

- OK, OK! But remember
what I told you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Beware the bare bodkin."

¶¶¶

- (Raven): OK, hips forward.
Show me your frame.

(song Shake Ya Body
by Extreme Music)

That's it. Ready?
Three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,
and up!

- Ugh! You know what?

This is ridiculous.
Jordan had 6 weeks

to learn this routine;
I've got less than 24 hours.

- Now, just focus on my eyes.
- OK.

Which one?
- Surrender to the dance.

Find the place
where you can't hide.

- OK. Am I finding
or am I hiding?

- You're not even trying.
- I'm surprised you even
want to continue.

Aren't you scared
that someone is sabotaging

the show?
- I'm too focused on winning;

I'll be scared later.

- What if that set fall
wasn't an accident?

- Wasn't aimed at me. I wasn't
even supposed to be rehearsing.

Jordan and I got switched
at the last minute.

- By who?
- Uh...

Sato.

OK, enough talking.
Let go from the top.

(phone ringing)

I said, "No phones!"

- Uh, yeah. You know what?

I really gotta take this.
Just give me one second, OK?

Hey. I haven't heard
from you in hours, are you OK?

[Where have you been?]
- Oh, tailing our suspect.

- You see anything on the tape?
- [Oddly enough,]

the network guy, Steve.

- [Maybe not so odd after all.
I just heard]

that he's the one who changed
the rehearsal schedule,

so that Jordan and Raven
were the ones on the stage
when the set fell.

- Well, I bet you can't
guess where he went.
- Bellecroft Theatre?

- If only you were that fast
on your feet.

- What's he doing
there at this hour?
- He ain't here for the culture.

(The song ends.)
[Hey, you wouldn't be able]

[to tear yourself away from...?]
- I'll be right there.

¶¶¶

¶¶¶

(gasping)

OK. Possible bad call.

(Angie sighing)
(creaking)

- Hey.
- Oh, Shade.

- I ran here as fast as I could.
Where is Steve?

- He went backstage.
Stay close.

¶¶¶
- A little jumpy, huh?

- Yeah. Nothing like
a spooky theatre

in the dead of night
to make you rethink

the whole ghost angle.
You know, Grover--

- Shhh! You're not supposed to
say his name out loud
in here, remember?

- He's the least
of our worries, Shade.

Grover Newell,
Grover Newell, Grover Newell.

- ¶¶ Shake your body
Shake your body ¶

¶ Let go ¶¶
- Look! Up there!

Did you see that?
- I sure did.

(suspenseful music)

- Whatever we see in here,
we're gonna be OK, right?

- Yeah... sure.

- Shadow!
- Becca!

- Looks like he found another
way to turn on the lights.

- Haha! Ahem!

- I'm sorry you had
to find out this way, Shadow.

I'm sure it was
a bit of a shock

for you.
- Yeah, it was a bit of a shock.

Why didn't you just tell me?

- Because I wanted you
to take the case.

And I didn't know
how you'd feel about it.

- Ah, Becca, if you're
happy, I'm happy.

That's how I feel
about it.

- So, you were backstage
when the set fall happened?

- Yeah, I was
trying to help Becca.
Producing something this big

can be overwhelming
for a seasoned pro,

let alone someone doing it
the first time.

- But then why did you switch
dance pairs just moments before?

- I had to.
The contestant who was supposed

to be rehearsing
at that time insisted on it.

- Which contestant?

- Steve's not the one
behind the sabotage.

He would never do that to me.

- I don't know, he's got
a lot riding on this show

being a hit.
- And it will be.

He's been doing this
a long time.

- Hey, guys, we need
to look into Selena Louise.

- Selena, why?
- Five minutes before

the set fell, she called me
and said it was critical
she switch rehearsal times.

- Thanks for dragging me out
of my hotel room

during the 15 minutes allotted
for sleeping on this show.

- It's just a quick check
for the network investigation.

We really appreciate it.
- Oh yeah, I feel

nothing but appreciation
as you force me

to let you search
my dressing room.

Come on in. Don't open the box

that says "Murder plan."

(gasping)

- "Beware the bare bodkin."
- What does that mean?

- It means Selena's not the one
behind the sabotage.

She's the target.

- I always knew
my unbridled sex appeal

might get me killed one day.
- Just out

of curiosity,
why did you insist

on switching rehearsal times
just before the set fall?

- Wardrobe malfunction.
I went to get it handled.

- A dagger in your makeup chair
is pretty specific.

You're obviously being targeted,
Selena, any idea why?

- I'm a comic.

I make fun of people
for a living.

Why are you asking
all these questions?

You're not really
from the network, are you?
- We're private investigators.

We've been hired to look
into these attacks.

- And until we can figure out
who's behind them,

we can't protect you.

We strongly suggest
that you don't go on tomorrow.

- Screw that noise!

I dance tomorrow, I could win
half a million bucks!

That's freedom!

- You should take the dagger
as a very serious threat.

- Look, I'm not gonna let
some Casper wannabe

or anyone else
get in my way.

That includes you.

(paso doble music playing)

- Careful! You don't want
to pull a groin

on game day.
- Couldn't make
my performance any worse.

- You're really nervous
about this, aren't you?

- Well, of course I am, Dad.
I don't want to go

on national TV and make
a fool out of myself.

- Wouldn't be
the first time.

- Yeah, very reassuring, thanks.
- No, no, no.

I just meant that,
you know, a little bad press

doesn't change
who you are.

You know that, right?
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey, honey.

I'm on my way to the theatre,
I'll see you later, OK?

- OK.

Was that satin?
(Don chuckling)

- So you have
a good time with Justine?

- Yeah. I might do it
again tonight.

- Really? Two nights
of study in a row, huh?

That's, uh...

very conscientious
of you, Jules.

¶¶¶
- How did you find out?

- From a source I trust.

- Dad?

- Liam.

Yeah.

Apparently,
you "butt-dialed" him

when you were out
with your new friends.

- Oh, God. Um...

was it... was it awful?
Is he... is he OK?

- I think you should
take that up with him,

but I will say this:

any group that requires you
to make sport

of people
that care about you,

maybe that's a club
you don't want to join.

(sighing)
- OK.

(bell dinging)

(cell phone ringing and buzzing)

(Beep!)
- Oh, hey. How are you feeling?

- I can't sleep.
I don't know

if it's the cold medicine
or the ghost stories,

but I'm starting
to get spooked over here.

[What's the latest?]
- Well, I contacted

Selena's agent, her manager,
even her former writing partner,

and they all said
the same thing.

- [Selena Louise
has no enemies.]

- Exactly. We gotta be
missing something.

¶¶¶

- Hello?

[Did I lose you?]
- That ghost picture you sent--

- [Oh yeah, sorry about that.]
- No, I think you might be
on to something.

- Really? 'Cause I was
just fooling around.

- As the attacks
of the theatre

got more personal,
they leaned heavily

into the ghost myth.
- [OK.]

- Well, how did they know that
Selena was afraid of ghosts?

- Wait. I've seen her
talk about this.

Hold on.
¶¶¶

[Open your computer
and go to the link I sent you.]

- OK. Hold on.

- [It's a bit she does.
About growing up]

[in an old house as a kid
and getting scared at night.]

- No, seriously,

ghosts were like the bane
of my existence.

OK? As a child, I was terrified.

As an adult, I have questions.

Yeah. You ever noticed
that all ghosts are men?

(laughter)
Right? Like Jacob Marley,

Beetlejuice,
Patrick Swayze, Casper.

I have a theory about this.

It's that men
won't ask directions

to the afterlife.
Like, "I know

where I'm going."

Come on, guys,
get a GPS, buy a map!

- (man): So are you just gonna
trash guys all night then?

- Oh! No, actually,
I was planning on talking
about my fear of ghosts, but--

- Oh, good.
- Now that you suggested it,

maybe I'll just focus on you.
Yeah, maybe your friends

brought you here tonight,
so that you wouldn't die

of auto-erotic asphyxiation.
And instead of attacking me,

here's a suggestion:
try attacking that gut.

Yeah, take it
to the spin class.

Dude, seriously. Speaking
of following directions,

you should try putting
some toothpaste on that brush

in the morn. Yeah.

I get it though, it's hard
to get access to your mouth

when your head is shoved
so far up your ass.

- How about you use your mouth
for something useful like...

(bleep, bleep, bleep).
It's a good joke.

So don't you have to be funny
to be a stand-up?

Isn't that kind of the criteria?
- (woman): Hey, pipe down, dude!

- (man): You can (bleep, bleep).
You know what I'm saying?

- (woman): Get the hell
out of here, you sexist pig!

- (Bleep)!
- OK, that was harsh,

but doesn't she do
that ghost set a bunch of times?

- No. Actually, I read
an article that she gave it up.

- That's a little weird.
- [I know, right?]

- Listen, uh,
the show's gonna start soon,
I gotta get to the theatre.

- [OK. I'll do
some more digging.]

- OK.
(Beep!)

- Welcome to Ballroom

Smash!
(applause and cheering)

I'm your host Becca D'Orsay,
and we are broadcasting

live from the Bellecroft
Theatre, in downtown Toronto.

- Hey, Selena,
how are you holding up?

- I'm a comedian, I'm always
afraid of dying on stage.

- (Becca): The decision
is up to you.

- You're the one who looks
like you're gonna hurl.

- Ha! Just try to stay

in sight of other people.
Don't go anywhere alone.

- I told you, I'm fine.
- (man): Places, people!

Places!
(indistinct chatter)

- Raven?
- Ready.

- Hey, Zoe, what's up?
- [I found the uncensored
version of the video.]

You do not want to know
what that guy said.

- I'll take your word for it.

- [Point is the video
went viral.]

[It got over 60 million views.]
- 60 million?

- And the comments were brutal.
People tore that guy apart.

- Did you figure out who it was?
- [Didn't have to.]

The crowd did it for me.
Someone found a link

to his Ameechee page
and posted it,

and everyone started
flaming him.

They got him fired from his job.
He lost his fiancée.

He basically had to change
his name and run away.

I sent you the link.

- OK. Hold on, I'm just
pulling up to the theatre.

One second.

Oh, my God! It's him!

- Him who?
- It's Sami, the editor

from the show.
I've got to go, Zoe.

¶¶¶

(song Shake Ya Body playing)
Come on, Shade, pick up.

- (Becca): Comedian
extraordinaire Selena Louise...

(applause and cheering)

...soap opera star
Veronica Valor...

country superstar Brody Diamond,

and finally...
- Whoo!

- ...former hockey champ
Matt Shade.

Let's give it up for

these wonderful contestants!
- ¶ Shake your body, go, go ¶

(cheering)
- ¶¶ Ready set go ¶

¶ We don't stop
until we're done ¶

¶ Take your places on the floor
Start in three, two, one ¶

¶ From your feet
to your head ¶

¶ Shake it,
make your back bend ¶

¶ Calling all my party people,
My ladies, gentlemen ¶

- ¶ Pick yourself up, drop it ¶
Pick yourself up, drop it ¶

- ¶ Let go ¶

¶ Shake your body
Shake your body ¶

¶ Let go, shake your body,
shake your body ¶

¶ Oh ohhhh ¶
(crowd cheering)

¶ Shake your body,
shake your body ¶

¶ Shake your body
Go, go ¶

- Steve!

- Ms. Everett, what's going on?
- You need to stop the show.

- Are you out of your mind?
We're live!

- Where's Sami, the editor?
- Sami Chapman?

He's not part
of our live broadcast.

He's part of Becca's
morning show...

Wait, what do you know?
- Nothing for sure,

but if he's here, Selena could
be in a lot of danger.

- ¶ Let go ¶

¶ Shake your body,
shake your body ¶

¶ Oh ohhh ¶

¶ Shake your body,
shake your body ¶

¶ Shake your body, go, go ¶¶
(applause and cheering)

- Wasn't that incredible?
Let's give it up

for our brilliant dancers!

I'm your host Becca D'Orsay.
- Hey, what's that earpiece for?

- It's for streaming the music,
so they can hear it

over the crowd.
- Can you put me in his ear?

- (Becca): Tonight,
one of these four contestants

will be crowned
the Queen or King of the ball.

- Hey, Shade, it's me.
I'm in the building.

Listen, the guy
that we're looking for

is named Sami.
He's an editor.

He's got red, curly hair
and a beard.

I'm gonna keep searching
for him, but you need
to stay with Selena

at all costs.
I'm convinced he's gonna try

and kill her.
She ruined his life.

- (Becca): ...or former
ice hockey champ

Matt Shade!
(applause and cheering)

- Thanks.

(buzzing)
- Yo.

- [Hey, Zoe. It's me again.]

How did Grover Newell
kill himself?

- Hmm...

[Hold on a sec.]

Wait, he hung himself
in the centre of the theatre.

- Rafters, that's where
we need to be looking.

Great, thanks.
- [Wait, wait, no.]

He hung a rope over a fly bar
and then released the trapdoor

[centre stage.]
- You know her

as the queen
of Rugged Landscapes,

but can she become
the queen of the ball?

Let's have a huge hand
from Veronica Valor

and her partner, Neil!
(applause and cheering)

(big-band jazz music)

- Becca...

you're not gonna
like this, but, uh...

we need to make a change
to the program.

(muffled jazz music)

¶¶¶

(applause and cheering)
- (Becca): Wow!

(distant Becca
talking indistinctly)

(applause and cheering)

OK! Let's keep
this party going.

Our next contestant
is one seriously funny dame.

Let's give it up
for comic Selena Louise!

(applause and cheering)

- Oh, God! Let this be good.

- And in a surprise twist
that no one told you about,

she will be performing
the paso doble

with hockey legend

Matt Shade!
(applause and cheering)

- What is she doing?
- Shade, what the hell?!

- You gotta trust me. Not sure
how, but your life's in danger.

- I didn't learn the paso doble.
- It's alright,

just follow my lead.
We'll be fine, I promise.

¶¶¶
(beeping)

- Oh, my God!

(beeping)

(paso doble music)

- I don't know what I'm doing.
- No worry,

it's just like a bullfight. I'm
the matador, you're the bull.

- What?! Why do I have
to be the bull?!

(inaudible)

- Doing great.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Duck.
- What?

- Duck!
- Ooh!

- Don't step on my ankles.
- Sorry.

¶¶¶

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hey!

- What the hell
do you think you're doing?

- He's in danger,
I need to warn him.

¶¶¶
There!

He's gonna blow the trapdoor.
- Who?

- Now, we have to
do the Widow's Leap.
I'm gonna go stand over there,

you're gonna jump on me.
- Don't think it's a good idea.
- We're gonna do it.

- Oh, shit!
- The earpiece.

- Wait.
¶¶¶

- Shade,

[there's a trapdoor,
get off there.]

(audience clapping and cheering)

(exhaling)

(laughing)
- Whoo!

- I tried. I tried
to put it all behind me,

start a new life,
then she just showed up.

Everyone was gonna find out.
I couldn't let her
destroy me again.

- You did this to yourself.
Get him out of here.

- No! No!
¶¶¶

- Ah.
(audience cheering)

- So I met a local DJ
here in town,

and she invited me out
with some of her friends
to an underground music show.

- Why didn't you tell me that?
- I don't know.

I guess I just wanted
to do it on my own.

In Italy,

we spent every minute together,
which was great,

but--
- But now we're back.

- I feel like we're gonna burn
out on each other if we don't
do our own things sometimes.

- You know, you could have
just told me that.

- I know. It was stupid
of me, I'm sorry.

- How was the music?
- It was amazing!

And they invited me
to go again tonight.

Do you want to come?
- You sure you want me there?

- ¶¶ Things I wanted to say,
things I should have done ¶

- Of course I want you there.
- ¶ To show you that
I love you ¶

¶ For all the days gone by ¶

¶ And all the times we said ¶
- There you go.

- Thanks. Looks like
a pretty intense

conversation
over there, Dad.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?

- I think Jules is old enough
to have her own life now, Matt,

and hey, who am I
to interfere?

- Uh-uh.
- ¶ I'm scared of losing you ¶

¶ Forever ¶¶

- Here they are!

Have I told you two lately
just how amazing you are?

- No, not lately,
so please do go on.

- Ballroom Smash was a
huge success. Numbers
through the roof.

We've already got approval
for a follow-up special.

- Congratulations,
that's great news.
- It's great for you too.

Steve wants to have you back
as a contestant to defend

the title that was
stolen from you.

- Sorry I could not award you
the prize money, Shadow.

You broke the rules
when you switched partners,

so you're disqualified,
even though, in my opinion,

you were the best.
- Yeah, um, that's totally fine.

Veronica deserved it
just as much.

- And it's a great win for
the ugly animals of the world.

How's Sami?
- He's being charged.

But the network is going
to make sure that he gets

the help he needs. Shadow,

thank you so much.
You really went

above and beyond this time.
- Anytime, Becca.

- So...?
- So what?

- You never did tell me what
you thought of my performance.

- Oh, you don't need
to know what I thought.

- I crushed it, didn't I?
- Wow, nothing's sexier
than a man gloating.

- Oh, come on!
- I didn't really see it

to tell you the truth. See,
first, I was under the stage,

and then I was just so focused
on you not dying.

- You're really not gonna
tell me, are you?

Alright. All I can say is

for five minutes,
I made everyone in this theatre

forget the name
Grover Newell.

(paso doble music)

We should probably keep moving.
- Agreed.

(paso doble music)

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