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But, it's all good.

See what Surge can do.

Oh, there's your girl.

We're going aerial.

Yeah. What have you got?

I don't know the name of this crew,

but I'm looking for these people, for real!

That was cheeky.

My God, this is getting

messy man. This is getting crazy.

Hey, all my people,

how are you feeling?

Boy, I wish I could lift

my arse up to do that.

Make me some noise for that move right there.

I'm not joking with you people.

What you got?

Alright, Surge. It's on you.

Don't touch him...

you're not worth it.

You didn't mind touching me

last night, though.

Hold it down, hold it down.

It's okay.

Welcome to my world.

College fees don't leave

a lot left over for fancy apartments.

It does have one redeeming feature.

What?

- Close your eyes.

- Don't be silly.

Come on.

Open your eyes.

That's not bad, is it?

It's beautiful.

This is where

I do my street dancing.

What?

Alright, check this out.

Honestly, what? Ready?

Alright, a bit more practice...

but, I tell you,

we'll beat those Surge guys.

No, we can't.

Who am I kidding?

They're the best at what they do.

So do something different.

What do you mean?

You've got five ballet dancers

in your crew... use us.

- What, put ballet and street together?

- Yeah, why not?

- It doesn't go.

- How do you know?

Come on.

What are you doing?

Put me down.

- Now look what you've made me do.

- Oh, God. Come on.

Can everyone come together please,

I've got something to say.

To those of you who know Jay...

...he didn't think

we were good enough.

He didn't think we could

beat the Surge, so he joined them.

- Low life.

- And to the rest of you....

I've been trying to fit you

into a Surge shaped box...

...and I'm sorry,

we're never going to fit.

We're going to do something different.

I want us to be ourselves.

Just be our best.

Whether that's dancing ballet

or dancing street.

We'll mix it all up.

Make something beautiful.

And we'll win the competition

because of who we are.

So, what we called?

Breaking Point.

Letters of concern

from lsabella's mother...

from Chloe's very rich and

very generous father...

...worried that your street dance experiment

is unsettling their daughter's training.

They needed to be unsettled.

You are corrupting the discipline

of our best students.

I don't like to question your methods,

but this does seem willfully perverse.

Is it a mid life crisis?

The street dancers were bouncing off

the walls when they came in here.

Wouldn't you like to see that kind of

exuberance in our students?

Hey, hey. Non.

It could transform their performances.

And vandalise the college.

Look, I'm calling time on this Helena.

We must focus on getting

them into the best ballet companies.

And for that they need fire.

Believe me,

we all want the same thing.

Carry on,

we're just observing.

Found this class useful, Tomas?

It's invaluable, sir.

Carly is excellent.

Chloe?

Dope? I mean, very educational.

Much more joie de vivre,

n'est pas?

I think I can see how that might

put some attitude into their attitudes.

Very good.

Please carry on, Helena.

But Monsieur, being dopey won't

get them into the Royal Ballet.

Enough, Madame.

- Is everything alright?

- Yes, good.

Good work.

You knew we'd gel eventually,

didn't you?

Honestly? No.

Sometimes you just have to try things.

The Royal Ballet list must be in!

- Rebecca!

- That's amazing.

What day are the

street dance finals?

- Who submitted them for this date?

- Does it matter?

It's the Royal Ballet.

The same day as their

street dance performance.

Is that an issue?

It was Madame Fleurie, wasn't it?

We all want the same thing, Helena.

Well done, young lady.

Helena.

I didn't know, Carly.

So, what you gonna do

about it, then?

Unfortunately,

there's not much I can do.

This has been the plan all along,

hasn't it?

Get some mugs in to liven up

your deadweight dancers and then drop them.

I didn't plan this.

Carly, there's something you

have to understand.

These auditions are their

street dance final.

And what about ours?

Why did you take me to the ballet and

feed me all that 'this is dance' rubbish,

knowing that you'd shaft us

in a second?

We know.

- They don't have to do their audition.

- Of course they do.

They've been training

for this their whole lives.

Carly, we can do both.

We'll do the auditions and

be there easily by four.

- Do you think?

- Yes, definitely.

Then go and rehearse.

Be brilliant.

We'll brain you

if you don't get in.

We'll be there.

Go on.

What if they don't make it?

Good afternoon, Britain.

Yo. Are we having fun?

Good, good, good.

Having a good time?

There's only two crews left.

Next on stage,

reigning champions, The Surge.

We're on next,

but they're not here yet.

I knew it.

Why don't we just go on anyway?

- What? Are you stupid?

- Come on, guys.

If we start tearing each other apart

again, it's all been for nothing.

- You know, she's right.

- Yeah, man. Come on, guys.

If we want to be

with them we have to go now.

Looking good.

Your old friend Michael's

on the audition panel.

Who liked The Surge?

Don't get too happythough, they haven't

won that trip to America just yet.

It's time for our last crew.

Breaking Point!

Come on, Breaking Point.

Don't be shy.

Come on.

On stage now,

or you're disqualified.

Buck up, babe.

They'll be here.

Okay, must be

an additional item here.

Who are you? Who are you?

When did Eddie learn those moves?

A bit of old school.

Go on Eddie!

Where are they?

- They've gone.

- Gone? Gone where?

- To their performance.

- What?

To that thing... that, that... nothing!

No, not that nothing,

Madame, that dance.

You have ruined their career.

- What the hell is going on?

- Ask her.

I wash my hand.

You start talking.

- Michael?

- Helena!

How long is he going to

stay out there?

What is this?

Extreme auditioning?

I heard you're ditching, Carly.

Bad luck.

Get your hands off me.

Too bad we won't be seeing you

on that winner's podium.

Who cares?

We don't need some tacky bit of

metal to prove we're winners.

You can say it,

but I know you don't mean it.

I feel sorry for you, Jay.

A bit part player in someone else's

crew for the sake of winning?

I thought you had more ambition.

Can I have the next dance?

OK. Breaking Point,

this is your last chance!

- What?

- You're not serious?

What is this?

What?

Bruv, we've won this.

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