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this year's crop?

On present showing none shall

get through the Royal Ballet auditions.

Well, that's not going to dazzle

our benefactors, is it?

What's happened?

More and more I wonder

about our methods.

We drill the passion out of them.

The vital ingredient.

But, I have a plan to drill it back in.

It had better work, Helena.

Funding cuts mean other cuts,

you know?

Today it's all no good.

Carly, Shawna!

Oh, my God, it's you guys!

Oh, excuse me... no, thank you.

Mac!

- You pulled it off, Carly, man.

- Yeah, this place is nice.

Sick, man!

- Can I help you?

- Look at this bronx arse joke, brer.

We were told to be here

by this lady.

It's Helena.

- Have you come to watch us?

- Other way round, more like.

Get this one.

'Have I come to watch them'.

Not in those tights.

- Crap!

- Oh, man!

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I just need to lie here a bit.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

We'll pay for the damage.

I see you've made yourself at home,

but you're in the wrong room.

Hurry up, girls.

- Would this suit your needs?

- Are you kidding?

- This is amazing.

- And you've met my dancers?

- Kind of.

- Gabe, lsabella, Bex...

...Chloe and Tomas.

I have a proposition for you.

Unlimited access to rehearse here

for your competition.

Nice....

If you include my dancers

in your routine.

What?

- No way, we're a street dance crew, it's....

- No, say, no.

It's like a family,

we can't just take on new people.

Say something to her!

- Helena, with all due respect....

- Thank you, Tomas.

I decide the content

for your final master class.

Sorry, Miss, this sounds crazy.

- I'm sorry, I don't know your name.

- Carly.

Carly, if you don't take my dancers,

I'll have to charge you

for the hire of the studio and,

of course, for damages.

It's your decision.

Where are we going to

get the money from, man?

- We can't win the finals with them!

- I say we do a runner.

Guys, are you blind?

Bendy chicks, come on.

- Can they street dance?

- No, you'll have to teach them.

I'm sorry, her teach us?

Yeah.

This is a unique opportunity.

I hope you'll all embrace it and

perform well for the competition.

- I'm getting my dad to call the Board.

- Look at the state of them.

Like clowns.

Let's just have a go.

They'll be crap.

Then we can have the studio, anyway,

and we can get the others back.

Bruv, it's all green.

Where's the real food, man?

How's learning with those clowns

going to get us into the Royal Ballet?

Helena's known for

her unconventional methods.

We've just got to trust her.

What is street dance?

Oh, don't be a bun head

all your life, Bex.

Hey, this is Jay,

you know what to do.

Hi, Jay. It's me Carly,...

...give me a ring back

when you can, please.

If you want, or...

if you can, whatever...

Did I say it's me?

It's Carly.

Focus, focus!

Plus fort, plus fort!

Right, it's your turn.

We've got five weeks and

that's what we need you to do.

Yeah, do we have to be so.... angry?

That's just the way it is,

ballet boy.

- What are they?

- My feet?

That's not suitable.

Where are your trainers?

You know that trainers are

rule number one.

This is what we dance in.

Do you want us to injure ourselves?

Surprised you don't do that

in your tights, mate.

Do I pass?

Just trainers tomorrow, yeah?

Tap, one, tap, one... and again,

...five, six, seven, eight.

Tap one, tap one, tap one.

Let's try it to the music and

follow us if you lose the steps.

- What steps?

- Has she even heard of words?

All those girls are going to need

some hands on help from the Mac Daddy.

Can't you just calm yourself.

Look at them. They might snap, man.

Five, six, seven, eight....

Come on! You're going to be up against the

best street dancers in the UK in a few weeks....

Five, six, seven, eight...

You're going to make us

look like jokers!

Not good enough. Focus, please.

Five, six, seven, eight....

Carly!

- What did you say to her?

- I didn't say anything....

- You lot are bad, man.

- This is your fault, you know?

- Ours?

- Yeah.

- Carly.

- I can't do it.

- How was rehearsal?

- We're too different.

I can't do it.

- Can't or won't?

- Listen, I'm not a teacher, Miss...

Listen, I'm not a teacher, Miss,

and I think you've got the wrong idea about me.

Then that will be $ 250

for the hole in the wall.

Come on, I'm trying to tell you

this crew is going to fail.

Because you think it will,

or because you want it to?

Will you stop answering me with

questions. I don't want to lead this thing.

They're never going to

get it bythe 27th!

Then I'll see you again

when you deliver my lunch.

But, go easy on

the mayonnaise next time.

I feel like a chav.

These things wreak havoc

on one's lines.

- I feel more comfy.

- Hey, guys.

More of them!

- Steph, Frankie!

- You're not doing the finals without us.

- Shawna, tell them what's going on.

- What's going on, B?

We got off on the wrong foot yesterday.

So, let's start again.

Street dance for beginners.

Spread out.

Just move like you are in a club.

This should swing it

for the Royal Ballet...

Just slouch a bit.

Do your own thing.

- We don't do slouching, darling.

- So, improvise.

You know that's

how street dance started.

In the streets, in the clubs.

Ripping up the rules.

We're going to break it down

for you...

Like Brook... Iocking....

Mac... popping....

Steph... breaking....

Come on, Boogie.

Steph, show them your house.

Frankie, new style.

Come on, Shawna. New style.

Finally, Mac. Krumping.

Come on. Pick a move

and get practicing.

Young man, what are you doing?

Delivering.

Helene, can you please

control your street people?

Dancers, Madame. Dancers.

That is a matter of opinion.

- Chicken salad?

- Thank you, Eddie. How's it going?

It's painful, Miss.

You know it might make life easier

if you let me run the classes with you.

Are you trying to tell me

how to do this?

Well, you could do

with the help, couldn't you?

We're doing a street dance...

not a ballet.

So much for ripping up the rules.

- He loves himself.

- Just your type.

- What? It's one way of forgetting Jay.

- I don't want to forget him.

Well, I think the

ballet boys are buff.

We're the teachers.

I'm getting my parents to

call Mr. Harding.

I mean, they're not paying

for disco dancing.

- Dairy's deathly, you know?

- It's alright. It's okay.

Survival has arrived.

- That's my lunch.

- Don't make me laugh.

Look, they can't dance our way

without the proper fuel.

Can't dance? Did you just say

that we can't dance?

That ain't dancing.

That's just flapping about.

Well, at least I don't look like

I'm having a seizure.

Whatever you say, tutu tits.

Tutu what?

You heard.

Food fight!

Discipline. Etiquette. Grace.

A few words I'd like to remind you of.

This is not how we treat our guests.

I can only assume you know what

you're doing bringing these characters in here?

You should be pleased,

Mr. Harding.

Our students are finally

showing some spirit.

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