The Turning Point Page #5

OK? Meantime, you get back to bed, and...

Daddy, could you come to New York soon?

You bet, honey.

Soon as school finishes, Janina and I are

gonna get on the first plane out of here. OK?

Yes. I love you, Daddy.

I love you too.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Up late?

Good morning, darling.

Daddy called last night.

I told him you were with Emma.

- Why didn't you wake me?

- It was very late.

Daddy and Janina send their love.

Emilia, what time are you

having your lunch today?

I'm busy.

Goodbye, Madame, Ethan.

Something's funny.

One, two, three, four.

Two, two, three four.

Three, two, three, four.

Four, two, three four.

Five, two, three, four.

Six, two, three, four.

Emilia...

all that emotion is terrific...

for the mad scene in Giselle, not for my ballet.

You're not an uptight village virgin. You're

just a body moving in space with music.

Not to music, with music.

That's what dancing is. So please

don't fly around the room emoting.

Don't think. Just move as I tell you to move

to the counts I give you. OK?

I don't count.

Then how do you know

what to do when? ESP?

I feel it, with the music. And I make it fit.

Well, don't feel it. Count it.

Where were we, Peter?

Bar 132... with no feeling, please.

- Look over here. Cute, ain't she?

- She's real pretty.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

I was wondering if you could

settle a little wager we just made.

We're from out of town,

and we bet you are too.

Right?

See, I knew it.

Bartender, get us another round over here.

- This is...

- I'm Barney Joe. Lake Charles, Louisiana.

And...

I'm Bill Britt, from Amarillo, West Texas.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Where are you from?

Leningrad, Soviet Union.

No kidding? What are you doing here?

I need artistic freedom.

Hey, what are you, anyway?

Artist. Is why I need artistic freedom.

That blows me away.

Now, what are you

saving them cherries for?

I save them for supper.

- Oh, no.

- What?

- Is time to go.

- Oh, no, don't leave.

Hey, you forgot your...

You forgot your briefcase.

Listen, why don't you come on back, now?

I have a marvelous man for that, Sevilla.

No injections, Emma.

I faint at the sight of a needle.

Just massage.

I'll leave his number in your room.

- Thank you, darling.

- Clear the stage.

Would everyone clear the stage?

Take the house to half. Conductor, stand by.

Hi.

What in the world did you take?

Cherries, for remembrance.

Let me out of here.

- Here.

- It's cold in here.

You can do it. You can do it.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

Something's wrong.

I'm not quite sure, but she's really wonked.

Sorry.

Take this. Hang on. You'll be OK.

Not a word to Adelaide. I'll tell you

all about it in my dressing room. Bye-bye.

- Emilia...

- She's OK.

Go.

Yes, I agree.

The right partner is absolutely essential.

And Michael was so good for me.

- What happened?

- He became a choreographer.

Now, my dear child...

you should get some sleep.

Oh, not yet.

I meant, what happened

between you and Michael?

- Priorities.

- He liked boys better than girls?

Not then. I... Well, how should I know?

We didn't talk about it

quite so openly in those days.

I meant Michael knew

that my priority was dancing.

Are you sorry?

No, I don't believe in being sorry.

We are what we are.

Am I like you?

I don't know.

- Now, listen, shouldn't you call home?

- I'd only wake Ethan.

Emma, I've stayed at Yuri's a lot.

Emilia, you continually surprise me.

And me.

I wish I knew who I was.

- You will.

- When?

Something happens.

There's always a moment.

- Maybe when Yuri wants to come back.

- I don't want him back.

Course, I'd love to dance with him,

and I love going to bed with him.

But I wanted it to be more,

and that gets in the way, doesn't it?

Which do you want the most?

Both? Well, that's something to dream about.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Emma?

It's so nice here.

I'm glad.

...I have simply got to reach him.

- May I?

- Of course.

- Hello, Emma.

- Michael, your call to London.

I'll take it here.

Emma, look at the poster Michael unearthed.

Our very first gala performance.

- You were still dancing. You too, Michael.

- You were in the corps de ballet.

Well, I'm behind a desk now.

Never mind. We've all kept this company

going, and that's what matters.

Yes, another year, another gala.

They remind me of the Olympics.

Dearie, you're not nervous after all this time?

All right, I'll call back in an hour.

This is going to be a super gala.

Marcia and Richard

are coming from Stuttgart, and...

- Do you suppose they'll travel tourist?

- Now, Adelaide.

I hear you're also going to do

Arnold's new ballet.

Dearie...

No, no. I was just wondering

if Emilia was going to be invited to the party.

So she will.

It's very pretty.

Why are you angry?

- Why are you?

- I'm not.

You damn well are, you're just

covering it up with ice, like Emma.

That horny little Russian behaved

like a bastard so you take it out on me.

I didn't hide anything from you.

I brought Rosie here. You knew exactly...

- I gotta wash my hair.

- Come here. Come here, Emilia.

You'll sit down. I wanna talk,

you'll listen to me. I'm still your mother.

When Daddy and Janina come,

do you want them to see us like this?

You wanna hurt them too?

- Talk. Can we talk it out?

- There's nothing to talk about.

Stop punishing me.

Look at me.

Look at me, please.

You know, Daddy and I have been

away from each other all summer.

Daddy wouldn't do what you did.

- How do you know?

- I know Daddy.

Like you know Yuri?

I'm the only louse?

Come on, Emilia. Be fair.

You hurt, I... I know.

And I understand. I can help you.

Let me. Don't shut me out, sweetheart.

We're friends.

Nobody can help you better than I can.

Nobody knows you better than I do. Nobody.

Momma. You're really just

angry about Emma, aren't you?

No.

Emilia, I love you.

I may have seemed like a monster,

but it was to help you understand what my

ballet is, not what you wanted to make it. I...

Bravo, Arnold. Keep talking like that.

She'll be more hysterical.

- I'm not hysterical.

- I'm not hysterical either.

- I don't know why you're not.

- What do you mean by that?

Maybe you're right. Some lousy gala,

biggest night of season.

It's only your biggest opportunity...

Emilia's biggest opportunity...

It's really nothing special.

- I have to go to the john again.

- Are you all right?

Don't worry about him. He'll be all right.

I have little secret for you. You know,

I think it's perfectly all right to be nervous.

- Really?

- Really. I know.

Dance well.

I'm not at all surprised. You know,

if we sell out the last two weeks,

we end the season

with a deficit of less than 80,000.

- Imagine.

- About the price of your necklace.

Oh, no, Dennis. This is paste.

The real one went for...

- What did it go for, Michael?

- The musicians' strike.

Oh, yes. Pigs.

Oh, hello, Mrs Stewart. I love the Stewarts.

They gave us $25,000 last year.

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