Save the Last Dance Page #4

and turned the heat from me to him.

I kept running and he got caught.

The DA offered him everything

but a Rolls Royce to turn me in.

But he didn't and he never will.

I stole a hat once when I was 12.

But my mom found it

and made me give it back.

Gangster Sara stole a hat. Call the FBI.

Are you gonna turn me in?

I think I'll wait for you to surrender.

So, did you get along with your mom?

- Were you all tight and sh*t?

- Yeah.

We got along. All tight and sh*t.

- Why do you never talk about her?

- There's nothing to say.

That's because you don't talk about her.

- What do you want me to do?

- Say something about her.

I mean, you don't say

anything about her...

She's dead! What should I do,

run through the streets screaming?

- If it helps.

- It won't, so drop it.

I didn't mean

to press you about your mom.

Get along with your dad?

You all tight and sh*t?

Yeah, we're both tight and sh*t.

Our DNA matches.

What is this place?

In a few months it will be

Club Med for the homeless, but now...

...it's an old furniture spot

I worked at last summer.

You hop, step, back.

Real simple. Do it, all right?

Hop, step, back. Got that?

We'll try it one more time

and add on the next part.

Six, seven, eight...

Step back, break, spin, out...

Step. Chilly on that? One more time.

On this part we're like battling.

It's like a challenge.

If I step forward like this, you have

to challenge me back into my space.

So it's back, front, back, front,

like that. That kind of feel.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're making me dizzy.

Sit on it. Stick your ass out.

Do it.

Okay, how am I doing? How's my butt?

It's nice. I mean...

- It looks good.

- Thank you.

You made that? It's really nice.

It's Tanisha's. That girl's gonna pay

my way through design school.

What about your mom? Where is she?

She was in jail for drugs.

The things women do for drugs.

She got out and took off.

Maybe she'll come back.

That is what Derek used to say

when we were little.

When Momma Dean used to piss us off.

But he grew up. He grew out of it.

You like Derek, don't you?

No. No.

Yeah, I got it!

What's going on in there?

What? What is going on?

- Dr Reynolds is in the house.

- All right. What?

You're going to Georgetown!

It's Georgetown!

Congratulations.

It's really exciting.

Give me some love. Give it up.

- Will you tell me where we're going?

- No.

Why a surprise for me?

You're the one who should celebrate.

We can celebrate together.

We have an audience.

Work with me.

Oh, my God.

That lady was freaking out.

She was really losing it.

I'm so excited for you.

Are you nervous about Georgetown?

No.

Yes.

I'm sorry, I can't go in there.

This is where I'm taking you, to ballet.

- I know, but...

- But what?

Nothing. Nothing, never mind.

I thought you would like it.

- I did.

- You ain't acting like it.

I'm sorry. I don't want you to think

I didn't have a good time. I did.

It's just... Ballet is not

a part of my life any more.

I don't understand.

Did you wake up one morning

and decide to waste your talent?

How do you know I have talent?

You saw me do some stupid leg trick.

I saw the look on your face when

you did it. Same as I saw tonight.

Goofy happy. If you're gonna tell me

something about not dancing,

at least tell me something real.

What if I don't want it to be real?

What I want is to wake up

and see my mom again.

For things to go back

to the way they were.

But that's not gonna happen,

and it's all my fault.

- What's your fault?

- My mom. The fact that she's dead.

She got scraped off some highway

because of me and my stupid audition.

Because she was rushing

because I made her promise to come.

When they called my name,

I was mad at her because...

...because I needed her

to be there and she wasn't.

She was dying while I was dancing

and I was mad at her, and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!

It is not your fault that she died.

Or that she was rushing. She cared

and wanted to be there for you.

That's what makes it so bad! She always

wanted what was right for me.

I wanted to be the prima ballerina.

And I didn't care if it took

all of her money and her spare time.

It was my stupid audition

and my stupid dream, and it killed her.

All she wanted was for it to come true.

I bet she would still

want it to come true.

- She didn't want you to give it up.

- I know, I just...

I don't think I can do it without her.

What do you want?

Do you want to do it, Sara?

I mean you.

Do you want Julliard?

Yes.

Then it's on you.

You're the one

that's gonna have to make it happen.

You're the one that's gonna have

to make your dream come true.

So I'll see you tomorrow?

Yes.

I promise not to have

a nervous breakdown.

Good night.

Good night.

I called Julliard. They're holding

auditions in Chicago next month.

- Next month? Cool.

- I'm out of shape and it hurts.

If you call that out of shape,

what does it take to get you in shape?

Practice.

Okay, jog around the room and I'll do

push-ups. Then I'll sit and watch.

That's not how I get into shape.

Stretch the leg.

That's it. Now shoulders down

and bring the hip down as you go.

And stretch through the toes.

Tomb.

And finish. Good.

I don't care about the ballet,

but I need your help with the freeform.

- What's up, boy?

- Chilling.

Girl, who is Snookie talking to?

I don't know. Anything with legs.

I think something

just got spilled on me.

- Ain't nobody watching you but me.

- Yeah, right, nobody's watching.

Come on, you've got

to get ready for Julliard.

Go, girl!

Go, go, go, girl!

Watch me squash this sh*t.

Damn, Nikki!

Who's breaking it down?

You'll never look

as good as she does with him.

That's oil. You're milk.

Ain't no point trying to mix.

Hey, what's up?

Look, we were just dancing.

And her ass just happened

to fall into your hands?

You were dancing with Snookie,

I was dancing with Nikki.

The music was going and...

I just thought we were all

having a good time.

There's nothing between me

and Nikki any more.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Sara, I would never

do anything to hurt you.

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry.

- Do you want to go?

- Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

This is it. This is where I live.

This is my dad's music room.

He plays trumpet.

No sh*t.

He's actually pretty good

if you like jazz.

He's got some nice stereo equipment,

it's off the hook.

And this is our living room.

It's not anything special.

My dad's gonna fix that.

It's kind of messy in here.

- Do you want to see my room?

- Yes.

This is it. I sleep on the couch.

There's a bed underneath, but it gets

stuck. My dad says he's gonna fix it.

He's... at work right now.

He'll be... gone all night.

Yeah...

I'd sleep in the dresser too

if I had six brothers to sleep with.

Hey, fellas, what's up?

What's up, baby?

No love, no love.

I hear you've been

travelling in new circles.

Are you tapping that white girl?

That's why you ain't got time

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