Flesh and Bone (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Bulling Through - full transcript
A troubled young dancer lands a job with a prestigious ballet company in New York.
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Claire?
Claire?
Claire, come on.
Claire!
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- You checked in?
- Yeah, thanks.
Come on.
If I call your number, step forward.
115.
127.
136.
No, no.
I don't like...
Hips too wide.
131.
And...
If I called your number, you'll
be staying to work at the barre.
Everyone else, thank you for coming.
Next group.
Pli?, pass?.
Pli?, pass?.
Think! You don't think!
I'm sorry.
I'll see the four of you
one at a time for solo work.
Please wait in the hall.
Thanks. We'll be in touch.
Claire Robbins.
Yes.
You're 21, and I'm confused.
It says here you were apprenticed
at the Pittsburgh Ballet at age 18,
then took a leave of absence
in that first year,
and nothing since...
Nowhere.
No, no, no. I do the talking.
I have to say I'm disinclined...
Suspicious.
No one walks away from
that kind of opportunity.
Attitude or injury...
Wonder what they'd tell
me were I to call.
- You should. They would...
- Thank you for coming.
They'll tell you it was
a family issue, sir.
Sorry.
Please let me dance.
I like other girl... One before.
Just two minutes of your time.
Impress me.
I'm excited to have you with us.
I know you won't disappoint me.
You have a
Pittsburgh address listed.
What's your address here?
I, um, don't have one yet.
Wow.
Okay, well, I can help get you
some Company accommodation.
Let's see.
Need some help up?
No, thanks. I got it.
- God damn, you are skinny.
- Can I have my bag, please?
What do you got in this thing, bricks?
Yeah.
No need to get testy.
It's just a little "welcome
to the hood" humor.
Bricks.
Books.
For real?
Do you want money?
You a ballerina?
Yes.
Got any Vicodin, Oxy, Percocet?
When you get hurt, count me in.
Oh, shit.
Nice.
- Really?
- There's...
Thank you.
There's...
- Who the hell are you?
- They left you a message.
Thought maybe I'd dodge the
roommate bullet this season.
You can have the couch
till you can get a bed,
or you can squeeze in with me, but
everybody tells me that I snore.
Then again, if you snore, we'll
just drown each other out.
- Do you snore?
- I don't know.
The couch is fine.
You don't know?
I'm fine on the couch.
So, where should I put my stuff?
You can have those shelves. Is
Romeo bringing up the rest?
Romeo?
The guy who hangs around outside.
The homeless-looking guy?
He freak you out?
Oh, he freaked you out.
Romeo's all right.
Sometimes I give him a few bucks or
whatever to carry groceries and stuff
when I'm fucking sick of
those fucking stairs,
which is most of the fucking time.
Wait till you've rehearsed
10 hours straight
and then danced a performance...
Fucking nightmare.
This is all my stuff.
Are you okay?
It's been a really long day.
Blood-sugar thing? I have a cookie.
I bought it fresh yesterday, but I
was only planning on staring at it.
I got O.J., too.
Do you have some ice?
It's no big deal. I-I lost a toenail.
Sure. Sit.
So, how many times have you
auditioned for the Company?
Today.
Shut up. Once?
Fuck me.
Not even gonna tell you how
many times I tried out.
Three. Jesus.
Thanks.
So, where you been dancing, the
freaking Bolshoi or something?
Just taking class.
I had a nice situation at my studio.
I cleaned it at night,
and they let me study.
Okay, you're making it worse.
So, why'd you suddenly bust a move?
It was just time.
My brother, Bryan, just shipped
back from Afghanistan,
so it's his turn to help out at home.
Soldier brother.
Is he cute?
Most people think so.
Blood sugar.
I'm just really glad to be here.
Yeah, it's... It's gonna be fun.
So, you want me to fill you
in on who's who and stuff?
That'd be great.
Okay, well, let's start with the
fact that everyone's gonna hate you.
For God's sake, stop naysaying.
You know I hate naysaying.
I'm not naysaying...
I'm saying, and you just
don't like hearing it.
I'm sick to death of
all these constraints.
I feel confined. I can't breathe.
I'm nauseous.
Do you want a glass of water?
No, I do not want a
Goddamn glass of water.
I want some fucking champagne...
At this fucking event.
Maybe the man likes Prosecco?
Well, I don't!
It is sparkling wine! It is disgusting!
If he wants to throw
himself a mini-gala
and glitter like he's one of us,
he should Goddamn throw
it and throw it right.
I have to respect his budget.
Oh, come on.
Anyone with dough enough
to sit on the board
spends more blasting lines off a
hooker's tits on a Saturday night.
Where's that glass of water?!
God, all this bowing and scraping.
Well, he may think this
little shindig is for him,
but it's for us... us.
You seriously expect
to entice new patrons
into giving us hundreds
of thousands of dollars
when we're serving them a
99-cent glass of cat piss
and a warmed-over production
of "Giselle" as incentive?
I am gonna lose my mind here.
I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.
Veuve Clicquot.
We serve Veuve Clicquot
if I have to give blow jobs
on the corner to pay for it.
You better get busy.
Great. Oh, great.
Go ahead and ask Mr.
Brousseau for extra money
for the party he's throwing in his own
honor and for our company's future.
Oh, just shame him out
of his bad taste.
How hard is that?
Maybe you could give me a tutorial.
Monsieur Brousseau wants to make
a splash in the ballet world.
Just ensure he makes it with champagne.
Sure.
I'll just pull the
money out of his ass.
If that's where he keeps his checkbook.
Now everyone out of my office... out!
I need to go over the roster
before I address the troops.
God, I love first days.
They are so full of possibility.
Paul signed her on the spot.
And the bitch hasn't even been in
a company for like three years.
Maybe she blew him or something.
Maybe, but if that worked, I
wouldn't still be in the Corps.
Oh, my God! I missed you so much!
And I hate your guts.
You're even skinnier than last season.
Are you kidding me?
I'm a fat cow.
No, that'd be me.
I hate that perfume Paul gave her.
You should be so fucking lucky.
Daphne, what's up, diva?
Hey, maniac.
Okay, break my heart... Where were you?
Went to Spain for awhile
and over to Portugal.
Oh, were you on that huge boat again?
Yacht? No.
Yes, a different one.
Different one?
What, didn't like it?
Stateroom too small?
- Your brain's too small.
- So are my tits.
Such is life. I'm dealing with it.
No, I liked it fine.
It's just that my dad invited
these dudes from Dubai...
This prince and all his creepy peeps.
It got old fast.
Nice bag.
Who's that wide-eyed little thing?
"Bambi," my new roommate.
20 bucks says she's gone in a week.
- Hi.
- Hi. Welcome.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Well, you look like a Bambi.
What?
- This is Claire.
- Hi. I'm Daphne.
And you're a douche.
Daphne's a demi-soloist...
And a spoiled brat.
You should see her apartment.
It's sick...
So is her closet.
I like what you're wearing.
It's a nice color on you.
What's it called?
- Bitter-bitter-jealousy?
- Ha ha.
See, that's why I love this girl.
She's not afraid to
be an out-loud bitch.
She's the only one here I trust.
God damn it. Does anyone have a tampon?
Still get your period? Poor thing.
I might have one somewhere.
They've been in here awhile.
Can I keep the box? I'm
bleeding like roadkill.
Shove in two at a time or you'll
never make it through the barre.
Why does God hate me?
Welcome to the fray, new girl.
Try not to fit right in unless you want
to spend your whole salary on shrinks.
This one... watch out.
Bat-shit crazy and a total whore.
Fuck off.
I'm not crazy.
See you in the shark tank.
Okay.
There she is!
You're gonna be fine.
Hey!
You look great.
Whoo!
Hey, Pasha.
Good morning, Pasha.
Hello.
Dobroe utro.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Good morning. Up, up, up, up. Up, up.
Pasha.
Good morning.
Morning, Miss Koval.
Kiira.
Kiira.
Hi. I'm Claire. I'm new.
Yes.
Thanks.
No worries.
I'm Ross.
Claire.
They're just messing with you.
I smell a virgin.
- You're insatiable.
- Like you're not?
You have proclivities.
I like it when they know
what they're doing.
When does a gay guy not
know how to suck cock?
Exactly.
Welcome, welcome, welcome,
blessed terpsichoreans,
to our new season!
I am thrilled to have you all here...
And at my mercy.
I am convinced that this will be
our most celebrated season to date.
As you know, I have put
together a stunning repertoire
that will astonish and delight
you and our devoted audience.
I have many of you in mind
for particular roles,
and of course, some
are already destined.
Let's begin.
Pli?s in first, demi demi full,
port de bras and rise, same second...
Port de bras back, fourth,
no grand pli?, but press
through the feet and...
Heels down.
Lift up as you descend.
Knees stretch.
Use all the music.
Good, Kiira. Lovely.
Yes, very nice.
Lazy, lazy boy. Pull up, up.
Thank you.
Barres away, please.
Let's come to center.
Adagio.
Right, crois?, front.
Step on the right on 1, arm on 2,
followed by pli? tendu 3 and 4.
D?velopp? crois?,
pli? through to arabesque 7, 8.
Brushing through to attitude back,
arabesque, pas de bourr?e, fifth,
up through the pass?,
allong?, pas de bourr?e
d?tendu, back.
Circle port de bras,
arm open to the side,
and returning to the fifth.
D?velopp?, 1, 2,
effac?, 3 and 4,
pli?, relev?, ***,
forward, shifting here, here,
settling back into fourth.
Swivel and arabesque, stepping over,
ending crois?, front.
Step rond, returning
back to the fourth,
finishing with a double pirouette,
and breathing back into fifth.
A little welcome-back challenge.
Groups of five.
Pasha.
What the fuck am I listening to?
Whose phone is that?
I'm so sorry.
Ah, the hard-luck story.
I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
No, it won't.
Get out.
Go!
Wait.
Come here.
I wonder what the hell I was thinking
when I scraped the bottom of
the barrel and brought you on.
Let me see the adagio. Demonstrate.
Now that you've blasted
it out of everyone's head
with that heinous melody, I'll be damned
if I'll be subjected to some mishmash.
Do it.
Pasha.
And...
Well, at least you remembered it.
Very amusing.
Go to the back.
May I have the first group, please?
Pasha, adjust the adagio.
There's been enough
patriotism for today.
She's brilliant.
She slayed me. Wow.
The feet, the emotion...
How is it you say?
Um, she has full package.
I say fuck me, she's a star.
Are you planning on
giving her a feature?
Feature? I can make her.
She can make us.
I'm pulling "Giselle."
- Fuck that stale piece of shit.
- What?
Paul, you cannot change the season.
Don't you dare tell me
what I can and cannot do.
There's no way the board will
put up with changes now, Paul.
The season is approved... Done deal.
You think this is a democracy?
Everything and everyone here
is to do with as I will!
You really need to grow a pair.
I'm sorry. What?
See this skin?
Thick.
Can't chew through it.
Get some, or go home.
That's for free.
You got lucky today.
I know.
You're not special.
You know that, right?
With what you just
happen to be feeling...
Anyone can do that.
I wonder if you'd still be here
if you had to grand allegro
with a big kiss-ass smile on your face.
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- Yeah?
- Where the hell are you?
Chill out, papi. I'm
walking in right now.
Don't get a heart attack.
Hey, guys.
I
am a man of vision.
I am undeniable.
I get what I want when I want.
Yes?
Call Brousseau. Get me lunch tomorrow.
Tell him it's urgent.
Don't let me forget I'm gonna need
some cash for later, okay, chica?
What are you wearing tomorrow night?
Something microscopic.
Pisses me off.
Why do the tiniest
dresses cost the most?
'Cause God hates women.
Can anyone ever get out of going?
Dude, it's a Company party.
Not going's not an option.
Ballerina eye candy...
We grace the patrons with our presence,
and they feel like they're...
"Brushing elbows with angels."
Bye.
You want to go over together?
I think we were going on at like 8:00.
Angel.
My little debutante.
Tomorrow is your night.
I expect you to be the
Belle of the ball.
You'll dazzle and enchant, yes?
I want everyone's eyes on you.
Bring the girls.
Can I ask you a huge favor?
Maybe.
This is so gorgeous.
Thanks. I'm lucky.
I didn't have to fuck anyone for this.
Do you need shoes, too?
I need everything...
Except those.
I'd kill myself in those.
Those are crazy.
That'd look great on you.
I don't think it'll fit.
Yeah, maybe not.
Um...
You could totally stuff those
bad boys into this one.
Shit. I got to get going soon.
Do you have a date or something?
Or something, yeah.
You know what?
You should come with.
Do you good.
Can you keep a secret?
I'm good at secrets.
Top of the evening, Danny Boy.
My Irish eyes are smilin' now.
This is my pal Claire.
You work tonight, Daphne's pal Claire?
Uh, no, just a tourist.
Is the mobster here?
Hey, you got to stop calling him that.
I'm serious as shit here.
Don't fuck around, Daph.
And, yeah, he's probably in his office.
Come on.
Thanks. Later.
Later.
Totally not falling for it.
Yo, Bambi. Better work
on that poker face.
Sorry.
So... You just dance,
or... do you also do the other stuff?
Define "other stuff."
Do guys cum in their pants?
Sure.
But they can't touch.
The girls are in charge.
Some make arrangements,
though, for later...
Outside the club, you know?
But management frowns on it.
On what is it I frown?
Not me I hope.
- No, never you.
- Good.
Sergei, I'd like you to meet my
friend and colleague Claire.
Ballerina. Enchanted.
Nice to meet you.
I cannot tell you the joy
for me that is ballet.
Claire's gonna hang out
while I do my thing.
Is that cool?
She always gets what
she wants, this one.
Hey, girl. When
you want to hit it?
Can you put me on in about 30?
Can do.
Yeah yeah yeahs?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yo, bitches. What's going on?
Thought you weren't gonna show.
You know I hate to miss a shift.
Gots to get your groove on.
Boy, do I ever.
Gots to
get your groove on.
You want to hang here,
or you want to go out front and watch?
I want to watch.
That is one beautiful girl.
We hope you enjoyed Michelle.
Whoo-whoo-whoo!
Get ready for some strut.
Please enjoy Raven.
Hey, there, my little pony.
Fuck! You fucking cunt!
- You fucking cut me!
- Get away from me!
Sir.
Why don't you step this way and
we'll get you taken care of?
Crazy bitch.
We hope you enjoyed Raven.
Claire, I apologize. Are you all right?
I should go find Daphne.
It is the very first ballet blanc.
"Giselle" is classic.
If we're gonna compete
with ABT and City Ballet,
we have to offer something
besides the classics.
I disagree.
"Giselle" is good business.
It is beloved.
And it's been done to death.
I'm sorry, but you can't
resuscitate that... thing
with a defibrillator.
I know we committed.
I apologize for the curve ball.
I also know this is an
exciting new venture for you,
but you have to remember
I've been doing this a
very, very long time.
Well, fortunately, I have given you
but a small portion of
my financial commitment.
I'm sure it won't take
long to return it to me.
Laurent...
Possibility is upon us.
When I was a small child,
I always worried that I
wasn't doing it right...
The butter, the bread,
which side was which.
Do you believe in miracles?
Please.
I'll take the check, thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- I'm asking you seriously.
Miracles?
They are for the ignorant,
the poor, and the dying.
We have in our possession
a star who is ready to ascend.
And if we make the right
choices, we will rise with her.
I want to launch her in a new ballet,
commission a piece from
a name choreographer.
If everything coalesces,
we will be undeniable.
And just who is this... incandescent
for whom you will jeopardize
the entire season?
You'll meet her tonight.
Oh, yes.
Good evening, everyone.
On behalf of the
American Ballet Company,
I want to thank you all
for being here tonight.
We sincerely appreciate your
generosity and support.
Now, if this fabulous man next to me
needs an introduction,
you're at the wrong party.
But what the heck...
Our fearless leader
and extraordinary artistic
director, Paul Grayson.
Yes, yes.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Ballet is the ultimate
optical illusion.
We make effort appear effortless,
we make difficult divine,
and we make gravity...
Our bitch.
We live to dance, and we
dance because of you.
Some of you may not yet know
our esteemed benefactor this evening.
Please allow me the
pleasure of introducing
our new chairman of the board,
monsieur Laurent Brousseau.
It is a great privilege and honor
to help facilitate this glorious
group in any way I can.
I very much hope you will join me
in this most beautiful and
worthy artistic endeavor.
Merci beaucoup. And enjoy.
So far, so good. You got his attention.
Now let's see what else you can get.
I'm sorry. I'm in the dark here.
You play your cards right,
you'll be in the spotlight.
Ready for some choreography?
I'm gonna go and have a chat
with Mr. and Mrs. Chairman over there.
When I lead her away
to visit with handsome
Principal Dancer Ross,
you will be conveniently located
to pick up the conversational slack.
Your future... and mine
is riding on what happens next.
What happens next?
If, by evening's end,
monsieur Brousseau isn't
imagining his big French cock
buried deep between your
delectable thighs,
then you've done something wrong,
in which case, I will be...
Disappointed.
My angel, you're about to
have a spectacular life.
Meet me at the studio at
8:00 tomorrow morning
ready to work.
Whoa!
- Oh.
- Oh.
Why, hello.
Oh, I'm so sorry. I tripped.
I noticed.
I may be challenged to
explain this later.
Oh, God.
Uh, let me get some soda
water or something.
It's quite pretty really.
I can get it dry-cleaned for you.
Please, you must stop with this worry.
Your foot, this is a concern.
Your feet are your trade.
My feet have had worse, trust me.
Careful now.
Thank you.
I'm Claire, by the way.
- Ah.
- I meet you in the flesh.
Paul has mentioned you to me.
He said you were... a revelation.
I said I want to see for myself.
See for yourself?
Paul has invited me tomorrow.
Oh, yes.
Uh, I hear you love "Giselle."
I do.
However, it seems there is much
excitement surrounding you.
Everything's been
happening really fast.
I've only been in New York a few days.
Already the city is at your feet.
Don't look at my feet.
I feel lucky.
I can't tell you how long it's
been since I've felt that way.
But you are so young.
I should really go.
Early morning.
Perhaps I'll let you work your
magic trick on this after all.
I'd be happy to.
I hope I don't disappoint.
I can't imagine.
Did I miss a memo?
Oh, no. I'm just going in early.
- Why?
- I'm not sure.
Romeo?
Here.
Have a good day.
Brighter.
Good.
Da!
Yes!
Sharper!
Good.
Tr?s bien.
Still so skittish.
Come with me. Come here.
Do you see what I see?
You need to understand your power...
Your talent...
Your beauty.
Harness it.
Love it.
Use it.
And never forget...
...you're mine.
Definitely not "Giselle."
It was something new.
Hey.
Sorry I didn't get a chance
to talk to you last night.
Angels. Angels.
I have wonderful news.
We are shaking things up
and stepping into the now.
I am commissioning a brand-new ballet.
Hello?
Where the hell are you?
Dad's really worried.
I left him a note.
Well, that was a chickenshit move.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I didn't even get to see you.
Yeah.
You forgot your ballerina.
You just left it here.
I miss you.
Tell me where you are.
Tell me where you are.
Claire, tell me where you are.
Tell me.
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Claire?
Claire?
Claire, come on.
Claire!
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- You checked in?
- Yeah, thanks.
Come on.
If I call your number, step forward.
115.
127.
136.
No, no.
I don't like...
Hips too wide.
131.
And...
If I called your number, you'll
be staying to work at the barre.
Everyone else, thank you for coming.
Next group.
Pli?, pass?.
Pli?, pass?.
Think! You don't think!
I'm sorry.
I'll see the four of you
one at a time for solo work.
Please wait in the hall.
Thanks. We'll be in touch.
Claire Robbins.
Yes.
You're 21, and I'm confused.
It says here you were apprenticed
at the Pittsburgh Ballet at age 18,
then took a leave of absence
in that first year,
and nothing since...
Nowhere.
No, no, no. I do the talking.
I have to say I'm disinclined...
Suspicious.
No one walks away from
that kind of opportunity.
Attitude or injury...
Wonder what they'd tell
me were I to call.
- You should. They would...
- Thank you for coming.
They'll tell you it was
a family issue, sir.
Sorry.
Please let me dance.
I like other girl... One before.
Just two minutes of your time.
Impress me.
I'm excited to have you with us.
I know you won't disappoint me.
You have a
Pittsburgh address listed.
What's your address here?
I, um, don't have one yet.
Wow.
Okay, well, I can help get you
some Company accommodation.
Let's see.
Need some help up?
No, thanks. I got it.
- God damn, you are skinny.
- Can I have my bag, please?
What do you got in this thing, bricks?
Yeah.
No need to get testy.
It's just a little "welcome
to the hood" humor.
Bricks.
Books.
For real?
Do you want money?
You a ballerina?
Yes.
Got any Vicodin, Oxy, Percocet?
When you get hurt, count me in.
Oh, shit.
Nice.
- Really?
- There's...
Thank you.
There's...
- Who the hell are you?
- They left you a message.
Thought maybe I'd dodge the
roommate bullet this season.
You can have the couch
till you can get a bed,
or you can squeeze in with me, but
everybody tells me that I snore.
Then again, if you snore, we'll
just drown each other out.
- Do you snore?
- I don't know.
The couch is fine.
You don't know?
I'm fine on the couch.
So, where should I put my stuff?
You can have those shelves. Is
Romeo bringing up the rest?
Romeo?
The guy who hangs around outside.
The homeless-looking guy?
He freak you out?
Oh, he freaked you out.
Romeo's all right.
Sometimes I give him a few bucks or
whatever to carry groceries and stuff
when I'm fucking sick of
those fucking stairs,
which is most of the fucking time.
Wait till you've rehearsed
10 hours straight
and then danced a performance...
Fucking nightmare.
This is all my stuff.
Are you okay?
It's been a really long day.
Blood-sugar thing? I have a cookie.
I bought it fresh yesterday, but I
was only planning on staring at it.
I got O.J., too.
Do you have some ice?
It's no big deal. I-I lost a toenail.
Sure. Sit.
So, how many times have you
auditioned for the Company?
Today.
Shut up. Once?
Fuck me.
Not even gonna tell you how
many times I tried out.
Three. Jesus.
Thanks.
So, where you been dancing, the
freaking Bolshoi or something?
Just taking class.
I had a nice situation at my studio.
I cleaned it at night,
and they let me study.
Okay, you're making it worse.
So, why'd you suddenly bust a move?
It was just time.
My brother, Bryan, just shipped
back from Afghanistan,
so it's his turn to help out at home.
Soldier brother.
Is he cute?
Most people think so.
Blood sugar.
I'm just really glad to be here.
Yeah, it's... It's gonna be fun.
So, you want me to fill you
in on who's who and stuff?
That'd be great.
Okay, well, let's start with the
fact that everyone's gonna hate you.
For God's sake, stop naysaying.
You know I hate naysaying.
I'm not naysaying...
I'm saying, and you just
don't like hearing it.
I'm sick to death of
all these constraints.
I feel confined. I can't breathe.
I'm nauseous.
Do you want a glass of water?
No, I do not want a
Goddamn glass of water.
I want some fucking champagne...
At this fucking event.
Maybe the man likes Prosecco?
Well, I don't!
It is sparkling wine! It is disgusting!
If he wants to throw
himself a mini-gala
and glitter like he's one of us,
he should Goddamn throw
it and throw it right.
I have to respect his budget.
Oh, come on.
Anyone with dough enough
to sit on the board
spends more blasting lines off a
hooker's tits on a Saturday night.
Where's that glass of water?!
God, all this bowing and scraping.
Well, he may think this
little shindig is for him,
but it's for us... us.
You seriously expect
to entice new patrons
into giving us hundreds
of thousands of dollars
when we're serving them a
99-cent glass of cat piss
and a warmed-over production
of "Giselle" as incentive?
I am gonna lose my mind here.
I'm gonna lose my fucking mind.
Veuve Clicquot.
We serve Veuve Clicquot
if I have to give blow jobs
on the corner to pay for it.
You better get busy.
Great. Oh, great.
Go ahead and ask Mr.
Brousseau for extra money
for the party he's throwing in his own
honor and for our company's future.
Oh, just shame him out
of his bad taste.
How hard is that?
Maybe you could give me a tutorial.
Monsieur Brousseau wants to make
a splash in the ballet world.
Just ensure he makes it with champagne.
Sure.
I'll just pull the
money out of his ass.
If that's where he keeps his checkbook.
Now everyone out of my office... out!
I need to go over the roster
before I address the troops.
God, I love first days.
They are so full of possibility.
Paul signed her on the spot.
And the bitch hasn't even been in
a company for like three years.
Maybe she blew him or something.
Maybe, but if that worked, I
wouldn't still be in the Corps.
Oh, my God! I missed you so much!
And I hate your guts.
You're even skinnier than last season.
Are you kidding me?
I'm a fat cow.
No, that'd be me.
I hate that perfume Paul gave her.
You should be so fucking lucky.
Daphne, what's up, diva?
Hey, maniac.
Okay, break my heart... Where were you?
Went to Spain for awhile
and over to Portugal.
Oh, were you on that huge boat again?
Yacht? No.
Yes, a different one.
Different one?
What, didn't like it?
Stateroom too small?
- Your brain's too small.
- So are my tits.
Such is life. I'm dealing with it.
No, I liked it fine.
It's just that my dad invited
these dudes from Dubai...
This prince and all his creepy peeps.
It got old fast.
Nice bag.
Who's that wide-eyed little thing?
"Bambi," my new roommate.
20 bucks says she's gone in a week.
- Hi.
- Hi. Welcome.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Well, you look like a Bambi.
What?
- This is Claire.
- Hi. I'm Daphne.
And you're a douche.
Daphne's a demi-soloist...
And a spoiled brat.
You should see her apartment.
It's sick...
So is her closet.
I like what you're wearing.
It's a nice color on you.
What's it called?
- Bitter-bitter-jealousy?
- Ha ha.
See, that's why I love this girl.
She's not afraid to
be an out-loud bitch.
She's the only one here I trust.
God damn it. Does anyone have a tampon?
Still get your period? Poor thing.
I might have one somewhere.
They've been in here awhile.
Can I keep the box? I'm
bleeding like roadkill.
Shove in two at a time or you'll
never make it through the barre.
Why does God hate me?
Welcome to the fray, new girl.
Try not to fit right in unless you want
to spend your whole salary on shrinks.
This one... watch out.
Bat-shit crazy and a total whore.
Fuck off.
I'm not crazy.
See you in the shark tank.
Okay.
There she is!
You're gonna be fine.
Hey!
You look great.
Whoo!
Hey, Pasha.
Good morning, Pasha.
Hello.
Dobroe utro.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Good morning. Up, up, up, up. Up, up.
Pasha.
Good morning.
Morning, Miss Koval.
Kiira.
Kiira.
Hi. I'm Claire. I'm new.
Yes.
Thanks.
No worries.
I'm Ross.
Claire.
They're just messing with you.
I smell a virgin.
- You're insatiable.
- Like you're not?
You have proclivities.
I like it when they know
what they're doing.
When does a gay guy not
know how to suck cock?
Exactly.
Welcome, welcome, welcome,
blessed terpsichoreans,
to our new season!
I am thrilled to have you all here...
And at my mercy.
I am convinced that this will be
our most celebrated season to date.
As you know, I have put
together a stunning repertoire
that will astonish and delight
you and our devoted audience.
I have many of you in mind
for particular roles,
and of course, some
are already destined.
Let's begin.
Pli?s in first, demi demi full,
port de bras and rise, same second...
Port de bras back, fourth,
no grand pli?, but press
through the feet and...
Heels down.
Lift up as you descend.
Knees stretch.
Use all the music.
Good, Kiira. Lovely.
Yes, very nice.
Lazy, lazy boy. Pull up, up.
Thank you.
Barres away, please.
Let's come to center.
Adagio.
Right, crois?, front.
Step on the right on 1, arm on 2,
followed by pli? tendu 3 and 4.
D?velopp? crois?,
pli? through to arabesque 7, 8.
Brushing through to attitude back,
arabesque, pas de bourr?e, fifth,
up through the pass?,
allong?, pas de bourr?e
d?tendu, back.
Circle port de bras,
arm open to the side,
and returning to the fifth.
D?velopp?, 1, 2,
effac?, 3 and 4,
pli?, relev?, ***,
forward, shifting here, here,
settling back into fourth.
Swivel and arabesque, stepping over,
ending crois?, front.
Step rond, returning
back to the fourth,
finishing with a double pirouette,
and breathing back into fifth.
A little welcome-back challenge.
Groups of five.
Pasha.
What the fuck am I listening to?
Whose phone is that?
I'm so sorry.
Ah, the hard-luck story.
I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
No, it won't.
Get out.
Go!
Wait.
Come here.
I wonder what the hell I was thinking
when I scraped the bottom of
the barrel and brought you on.
Let me see the adagio. Demonstrate.
Now that you've blasted
it out of everyone's head
with that heinous melody, I'll be damned
if I'll be subjected to some mishmash.
Do it.
Pasha.
And...
Well, at least you remembered it.
Very amusing.
Go to the back.
May I have the first group, please?
Pasha, adjust the adagio.
There's been enough
patriotism for today.
She's brilliant.
She slayed me. Wow.
The feet, the emotion...
How is it you say?
Um, she has full package.
I say fuck me, she's a star.
Are you planning on
giving her a feature?
Feature? I can make her.
She can make us.
I'm pulling "Giselle."
- Fuck that stale piece of shit.
- What?
Paul, you cannot change the season.
Don't you dare tell me
what I can and cannot do.
There's no way the board will
put up with changes now, Paul.
The season is approved... Done deal.
You think this is a democracy?
Everything and everyone here
is to do with as I will!
You really need to grow a pair.
I'm sorry. What?
See this skin?
Thick.
Can't chew through it.
Get some, or go home.
That's for free.
You got lucky today.
I know.
You're not special.
You know that, right?
With what you just
happen to be feeling...
Anyone can do that.
I wonder if you'd still be here
if you had to grand allegro
with a big kiss-ass smile on your face.
_
- Yeah?
- Where the hell are you?
Chill out, papi. I'm
walking in right now.
Don't get a heart attack.
Hey, guys.
I
am a man of vision.
I am undeniable.
I get what I want when I want.
Yes?
Call Brousseau. Get me lunch tomorrow.
Tell him it's urgent.
Don't let me forget I'm gonna need
some cash for later, okay, chica?
What are you wearing tomorrow night?
Something microscopic.
Pisses me off.
Why do the tiniest
dresses cost the most?
'Cause God hates women.
Can anyone ever get out of going?
Dude, it's a Company party.
Not going's not an option.
Ballerina eye candy...
We grace the patrons with our presence,
and they feel like they're...
"Brushing elbows with angels."
Bye.
You want to go over together?
I think we were going on at like 8:00.
Angel.
My little debutante.
Tomorrow is your night.
I expect you to be the
Belle of the ball.
You'll dazzle and enchant, yes?
I want everyone's eyes on you.
Bring the girls.
Can I ask you a huge favor?
Maybe.
This is so gorgeous.
Thanks. I'm lucky.
I didn't have to fuck anyone for this.
Do you need shoes, too?
I need everything...
Except those.
I'd kill myself in those.
Those are crazy.
That'd look great on you.
I don't think it'll fit.
Yeah, maybe not.
Um...
You could totally stuff those
bad boys into this one.
Shit. I got to get going soon.
Do you have a date or something?
Or something, yeah.
You know what?
You should come with.
Do you good.
Can you keep a secret?
I'm good at secrets.
Top of the evening, Danny Boy.
My Irish eyes are smilin' now.
This is my pal Claire.
You work tonight, Daphne's pal Claire?
Uh, no, just a tourist.
Is the mobster here?
Hey, you got to stop calling him that.
I'm serious as shit here.
Don't fuck around, Daph.
And, yeah, he's probably in his office.
Come on.
Thanks. Later.
Later.
Totally not falling for it.
Yo, Bambi. Better work
on that poker face.
Sorry.
So... You just dance,
or... do you also do the other stuff?
Define "other stuff."
Do guys cum in their pants?
Sure.
But they can't touch.
The girls are in charge.
Some make arrangements,
though, for later...
Outside the club, you know?
But management frowns on it.
On what is it I frown?
Not me I hope.
- No, never you.
- Good.
Sergei, I'd like you to meet my
friend and colleague Claire.
Ballerina. Enchanted.
Nice to meet you.
I cannot tell you the joy
for me that is ballet.
Claire's gonna hang out
while I do my thing.
Is that cool?
She always gets what
she wants, this one.
Hey, girl. When
you want to hit it?
Can you put me on in about 30?
Can do.
Yeah yeah yeahs?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yo, bitches. What's going on?
Thought you weren't gonna show.
You know I hate to miss a shift.
Gots to get your groove on.
Boy, do I ever.
Gots to
get your groove on.
You want to hang here,
or you want to go out front and watch?
I want to watch.
That is one beautiful girl.
We hope you enjoyed Michelle.
Whoo-whoo-whoo!
Get ready for some strut.
Please enjoy Raven.
Hey, there, my little pony.
Fuck! You fucking cunt!
- You fucking cut me!
- Get away from me!
Sir.
Why don't you step this way and
we'll get you taken care of?
Crazy bitch.
We hope you enjoyed Raven.
Claire, I apologize. Are you all right?
I should go find Daphne.
It is the very first ballet blanc.
"Giselle" is classic.
If we're gonna compete
with ABT and City Ballet,
we have to offer something
besides the classics.
I disagree.
"Giselle" is good business.
It is beloved.
And it's been done to death.
I'm sorry, but you can't
resuscitate that... thing
with a defibrillator.
I know we committed.
I apologize for the curve ball.
I also know this is an
exciting new venture for you,
but you have to remember
I've been doing this a
very, very long time.
Well, fortunately, I have given you
but a small portion of
my financial commitment.
I'm sure it won't take
long to return it to me.
Laurent...
Possibility is upon us.
When I was a small child,
I always worried that I
wasn't doing it right...
The butter, the bread,
which side was which.
Do you believe in miracles?
Please.
I'll take the check, thank you.
- Yes, sir.
- I'm asking you seriously.
Miracles?
They are for the ignorant,
the poor, and the dying.
We have in our possession
a star who is ready to ascend.
And if we make the right
choices, we will rise with her.
I want to launch her in a new ballet,
commission a piece from
a name choreographer.
If everything coalesces,
we will be undeniable.
And just who is this... incandescent
for whom you will jeopardize
the entire season?
You'll meet her tonight.
Oh, yes.
Good evening, everyone.
On behalf of the
American Ballet Company,
I want to thank you all
for being here tonight.
We sincerely appreciate your
generosity and support.
Now, if this fabulous man next to me
needs an introduction,
you're at the wrong party.
But what the heck...
Our fearless leader
and extraordinary artistic
director, Paul Grayson.
Yes, yes.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Ballet is the ultimate
optical illusion.
We make effort appear effortless,
we make difficult divine,
and we make gravity...
Our bitch.
We live to dance, and we
dance because of you.
Some of you may not yet know
our esteemed benefactor this evening.
Please allow me the
pleasure of introducing
our new chairman of the board,
monsieur Laurent Brousseau.
It is a great privilege and honor
to help facilitate this glorious
group in any way I can.
I very much hope you will join me
in this most beautiful and
worthy artistic endeavor.
Merci beaucoup. And enjoy.
So far, so good. You got his attention.
Now let's see what else you can get.
I'm sorry. I'm in the dark here.
You play your cards right,
you'll be in the spotlight.
Ready for some choreography?
I'm gonna go and have a chat
with Mr. and Mrs. Chairman over there.
When I lead her away
to visit with handsome
Principal Dancer Ross,
you will be conveniently located
to pick up the conversational slack.
Your future... and mine
is riding on what happens next.
What happens next?
If, by evening's end,
monsieur Brousseau isn't
imagining his big French cock
buried deep between your
delectable thighs,
then you've done something wrong,
in which case, I will be...
Disappointed.
My angel, you're about to
have a spectacular life.
Meet me at the studio at
8:00 tomorrow morning
ready to work.
Whoa!
- Oh.
- Oh.
Why, hello.
Oh, I'm so sorry. I tripped.
I noticed.
I may be challenged to
explain this later.
Oh, God.
Uh, let me get some soda
water or something.
It's quite pretty really.
I can get it dry-cleaned for you.
Please, you must stop with this worry.
Your foot, this is a concern.
Your feet are your trade.
My feet have had worse, trust me.
Careful now.
Thank you.
I'm Claire, by the way.
- Ah.
- I meet you in the flesh.
Paul has mentioned you to me.
He said you were... a revelation.
I said I want to see for myself.
See for yourself?
Paul has invited me tomorrow.
Oh, yes.
Uh, I hear you love "Giselle."
I do.
However, it seems there is much
excitement surrounding you.
Everything's been
happening really fast.
I've only been in New York a few days.
Already the city is at your feet.
Don't look at my feet.
I feel lucky.
I can't tell you how long it's
been since I've felt that way.
But you are so young.
I should really go.
Early morning.
Perhaps I'll let you work your
magic trick on this after all.
I'd be happy to.
I hope I don't disappoint.
I can't imagine.
Did I miss a memo?
Oh, no. I'm just going in early.
- Why?
- I'm not sure.
Romeo?
Here.
Have a good day.
Brighter.
Good.
Da!
Yes!
Sharper!
Good.
Tr?s bien.
Still so skittish.
Come with me. Come here.
Do you see what I see?
You need to understand your power...
Your talent...
Your beauty.
Harness it.
Love it.
Use it.
And never forget...
...you're mine.
Definitely not "Giselle."
It was something new.
Hey.
Sorry I didn't get a chance
to talk to you last night.
Angels. Angels.
I have wonderful news.
We are shaking things up
and stepping into the now.
I am commissioning a brand-new ballet.
Hello?
Where the hell are you?
Dad's really worried.
I left him a note.
Well, that was a chickenshit move.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I didn't even get to see you.
Yeah.
You forgot your ballerina.
You just left it here.
I miss you.
Tell me where you are.
Tell me where you are.
Claire, tell me where you are.
Tell me.