Flesh and Bone (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
Previously on
"Flesh and Bone"...
Trey's recent promotion
has nothing to do
with our romantic relationship.
Get me a beer.
Your brother, the Marine.
You shoulda had the decency
to die over there.
The funds I transferred
to American Ballet Company,
and yet I receive
no thank-you card.
Your donation
has to remain anonymous.
I will star in the A cast.
Being prima is not only
being able to dance it.
- Tell me about your injury.
- I'm fine.
I'm perfect.
My little pony.
I didn't come
all the way into the city
to watch you mope.
Blood is in the water.
- What?
- Blood is in the water.
Blood is in the water.
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Dr. Baccal, please call 2476.
Dr. Baccal,
please call 2476.
Dr. Potter to radiology, room three.
Dr. Potter, radiology,
room three.
Let me set you straight on
something, muñequita.
Last night's bullshit
ain't gonna fly.
I catch you hiding food
up in these sheets again,
it's coming back
in a feeding tube, entiendes?
Oh, there she is.
That's right,
bring that bitch out.
Don't make me wait all day
'cause you know what, honey?
You need her.
There's only one way
out of here.
Mia?
Who are you?
I'm her-- her friend.
So what are you doing
standing in the hall?
See if you can talk some sense.
I got tubing orders if she don't find
a way to choke it down.
Monica said we could visit
starting today.
I didn't know
if you wanted me to.
I don't have to stay.
Okay.
Sorry.
I just came to see
if you were--
If I could do anything.
The police said
that Romeo found you, that--
That he saved your life.
He's disappeared since then.
I don't see him around.
I hear him
up on the roof sometimes,
but I don't know.
We're in tech now.
It's pretty crazy.
We open in three days
and I...
Shit.
Oh, no, Mia.
That was so dumb.
I shouldn't have said that.
Hey.
You'll be back.
It's just a temporary--
It's--
Just focus
on getting out of here, okay?
- Do what they tell you.
- I can't.
It's the one you like, right?
Let's get you out of here.
Now you.
Why are you doing this?
It's your turn.
Robbins!
- Robbins.
- Mrs. Bialy, hi.
- Where the hell have you been?
- I've been...
Two weeks my daughter's laid up
in this hellhole.
There isn't a single
actual American works here.
Where are the rest of them?
They, um--
- It's tech.
- Ugh, at least you came.
God bless you.
22 years old.
My baby.
Whole life in front of her.
It's gonna be okay.
She's always been tough.
I raised her right, but this?
This fucking disease?
Wham, out of nowhere like
a goddamn brick to my forehead.
I think Mia's had issues with food
for a long time.
Issues?
With food?
Oh, you sound like the goddamn
Pakistani doctor.
She's a ballerina, Robbins.
There's your issue with the food.
I'm talking about the disease,
the MS.
Jesus.
- MS?
- You don't gotta do that.
I know she told you.
You don't say a word, got me?
Not a word.
This gets out to anybody,
I know where it came from,
- we clear?
- Yes.
This is not over, I promise you.
I mean,
she could have years, right?
They don't know.
It could be years before
a person gets-she's crippled.
Absolutely.
A month, maybe two,
she can be back like nothing happened.
You gotta help me.
She's pushing me away.
Looks at me like I'm...
I mean, what did I do?
I never did nothing
but love her.
What did I do?
I mean, I don't know what I did.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
Bronson, these are divine.
These are 22.50
per pound.
- God in heaven.
- These are impossible to get.
They simply can't be had.
But you'll get them
for the gala.
Only because I love you.
Jessica, sorry to interrupt.
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Uh, excuse me
a moment, would you?
Mm-hmm.
The check to Hudson Liquor
bounced.
- What? Th-that's not possible.
- They're holding the truck,
so they're gonna put every bottle
back on the shelf
if we don't clear it up
by tonight.
Can't have a gala with no booze.
That's gotta be a glitch.
There's money in that account.
Tell him to process
the payment again.
I did.
He said he tried that,
and I'm not gonna tell you
what else he said.
Colorful.
Um,
tell Bronson Paul had a crisis
and I had to go handle it.
Sign off on whatever he needs
- and then get him out of here, okay?
- But I...
I don't think
you're understanding me.
I was told it would take
10 business days
to clear due to the sizable...
It's been 12 days.
What?
No, that can't be right.
Can you check it again, please?
Okay.
Thank you.
This is Peter Hughes.
Leave a message.
Peter, your check bounced.
The check we waited
an eternity for bounced.
It fucking-- Peter,
we were counting on this.
It's spent.
H-how could you
let this happen?
Please explain it to me
because I don't understand
how you are sailing
around the Caribbean
or playing blackjack
with British whores
while your daughter is here
waiting for you--
You know what?
You know what, I am done, okay?
I am done
trying to convince Molly
that she has a decent father.
The next time the judge wants
to threaten your ass with contempt,
I will stand up
and I will fucking cheer.
So enjoy Christmas in jail,
asshole.
- This is Peter Hughes.
- Leave a message.
Hi, Peter.
I didn't mean that jail thing.
I--
We just really need the money.
Now.
And I know
you were going to fix it.
You're a good father.
Hello, this is Jessica Jordan
from the American Ballet Company.
I need to speak
with Maxwell Kensington, please.
It's urgent.
Yes, his daughter Daphne
dances with us.
Thank you.
Hello, Mr. Kensington,
Jessica Jordan from ABC.
Oh, no, no, Daphne's fine.
I do the same thing
when my daughter's school calls.
A parent's mind just goes there.
Actually,
I'm calling to thank you
for your generous gift
and to find out
if you might be ready
to move up
to our next donor level.
I'm referring to the donation
you made earlier this year.
$250,000 I believe it was.
We gave Daphne
a promotion and...
I'm sorry?
I see.
Well, thank you,
Mr. Kensington.
I apologize for the mix-up.
Too long.
Sorry.
For the love of God, just stop.
Trey, it's not your fault.
It's me.
It's my fault.
I suppose I got caught up
in the diversity dream
because I wanted this
for you, Trey.
For this city, this nation.
I was moved by the thought
of some little brown boy
sitting out here in the dark
watching you, Trey,
up there.
Balanchine, Stravinsky.
The magic of it,
oh, how I wanted that for him.
To show him possibility.
Look,
behold this splendid
onyx god.
But instead, I'm handing the kid
a cat turd in a bowl of milk.
I don't know what to do.
Tell me what you want.
What I want...
...is for someone
to please find Ross.
That'll be all, Trey.
Thank you.
Mind if I bum one?
Oh, dear God in heaven.
Is this a relapse thing?
Maybe.
I know the donor
isn't your dad.
So what?
So, you lied.
You got your money.
You could've gotten us into trouble
with the IRS
and it would've been
a big problem.
I need the donor's name
to clear this up.
We've had anonymous donors
in the past.
Anonymous to the public,
not to us.
I need a name.
Your friend's money
is gone, okay?
We spent it on costumes
and Toni and commissioning
the music
and three fucking hundred bottles
of Veuve Cliquot.
If I can't secure more capital,
we're not gonna make it
past opening night.
Look,
just-- just give me the name.
I'll tell him I identified him
through tax records.
No.
This is your company, too,
Daphne.
We're all responsible
for what happens to it.
You know
what I'm responsible for?
I'm responsible for dancing
to the best of my ability.
For keeping my weight
a few pounds over malnourished.
For showing up
to rehearsals on time.
I could lose my job here.
Daphne, look, I-- I know it might be
hard for you to understand
with how you grew up.
You have a golden net
underneath you.
I have concrete.
I have a kid and creditors calling
at all hours of the night.
Just give me a name.
Please.
I can't lose this job.
Neither can I.
Don't get up.
Don't freak out.
It's nothing.
We talked about this--
Two ballets.
I tell you not to freak out
and you freak out.
It's just that...
Toni's piece
is so physical.
The impact, the stress.
Odette, Odile, Kitri
- Raymonda, "Sleeping Beauty."
- Yeah, I'm quite familiar
with your resume.
But, darling, I would be lying
if I said there wasn't some concern.
What is this concern?
Who is concerning?
Toni mentioned
that she might be willing
to go with Claire tomorrow.
Just to save your ankle
after "Rubies."
- The public comes to see me.
- And they will in "Rubies."
Nonsense.
This Toni,
she doesn't understand us.
A little pain
is a fact of this life.
To feel it is a choice.
I choose no.
Toni's merely concerned.
You're artistic director, yes?
The boss?
So you tell her
go give her concern
to somebody else.
- I will dance.
- Darling, je t'adore.
You know that.
But our bodies betray us all
eventually.
My body has betrayed no one.
Not yet.
But I wonder if
for the sake of the company,
you might consider...
Pardon me?
It's you.
You think I can't do it.
Oh, don't be absurd.
You don't want me to do it.
You want Claire.
Tell me.
Look in my eyes and say it!
- Say it to my face!
- Calm down.
10 years I gave you!
My life. This body.
- Buttercup...
- Who were you before me?
Nothing.
A joke. Has-been.
A fucking busboy
with a bad back
and a rich boyfriend.
I gave you perfection.
You need transcendence.
I gave you every performance
- the best transcendence!
- Ow!
You made this company,
but I am the one who made you!
- Get out!
- Fuck.
- Jesus Christ.
- Get the fuck out!
- Stop!
- Get the fuck out of here!
Stop.
Imagine you haven't all
fucked each other blind
in the bathrooms, please.
You're delicate, sparkling gems.
Gleam. Dazzle.
All right, thank you.
Enough.
Technology people,
let's move on to "Dakini."
I dare you to do it in under 10.
Come on.
You're late.
I'm sorry.
I thought since "Rubies" was first--
You picked the wrong day
to try my patience.
I'm sorry. I was at the hospital.
I went to see Mia.
Why would you do that?
She's my friend.
Oh, friends.
Yes.
Let me explain something to you.
There is nothing, no one
that supersedes
your commitment to me.
This is your life.
This.
I am your roommate.
I am your friend.
I am your brother, your sister,
your father, your love--
I am your fucking priest!
I am everything to you
except your mother
because she will still love you
if you fail.
I never knew my mother.
You arrived on my doorstep
from your grimy,
inconsequential hiccup
of a life.
And after spit-shining you,
I gave you an opportunity.
I could've given it
to a hundred other girls,
but I gave it to you.
Do you know
how fortunate you are?
Do you?
Because I'm pretty sure
you need me.
Come with me.
This might be a good time to tell you
about a certain phone call I made
to the artistic director
of your former company
back in Pittsburgh.
See, I could only speculate
on what had happened
to make you leave so abruptly,
and there is certainly
a lot of speculation on their end.
But then again,
I'm sure you know all too well
how word gets around
in a small town.
And I can only speculate
on what would happen
if I were to send you back there
at the end of this season.
Back to that shitpile
of futility
you call home.
So, yes,
I need you.
And you need me.
For now.
So let's just see how you do,
shall we?
After you.
Just keep holding there, Claire.
Sorry this is taking so long.
It's still not catching
the light the way it needs to.
Guys, can you add some cyan
and, uh, take it up by half, please?
I've died and gone
to Stevie Nicks' house.
Okay, that looks good, thanks.
Let's jump ahead
to the next cue.
- Raise the drape.
- Yes, let's jump. Why not?
It's only been two hours.
Oh!
- Oh, fuck me!
- Stop.
Turn it off.
- Get Claire out of there.
- Clear the stage.
Careful. Over the cable.
Watch your step.
Clear it out!
- Track is busted.
- Oh, is it? ls it really?
We open to a sold-out house
in two days.
Repair this monstrosity
immediately
- so I can finish my tech.
- Can't fix it. It's fried out.
Needs a motor assembly.
I gotta order a new one.
What is that, a kilt?
Unbifurcated garments
allow increased
freedom and mobility.
When can I look forward
to this gadget arriving?
- Let's see. It's pretty late.
- It's 2:45.
If I order it right now
and Pinky has it in stock,
you're looking at tomorrow
after lunch.
Can't even clear the stage
until then.
Then, of course,
you'll need an inspection.
Tell me this isn't happening.
Someone fucking tell me
this isn't fucking happening!
- You want me to call Pinky?
- Yes.
By all means, call Pinky,
order the goddamn assemblage,
and have an inspector
standing by.
You heard the man, angels.
Run, flee, get the fuck out.
The afternoon is yours.
Yeah, baby.
16 hours of freedom.
I say we head downtown
and make most of it.
Sergei's wondering
where you've been.
No, thanks.
Hey, if ever a girl
needed some party,
- it's you.
- I'm fine.
Really?
Have you seen you?
- I told you I'm fine.
- Oh, that's a relief.
I thought there was some reason
you were being a total bitch.
I'm not going back there.
- Not after those girls.
- What girls?
You know exactly.
Sergei's mobster yacht
with the teenage sex slaves.
- Keep your fucking voice down.
- Sex slaves.
I think that's
none of my business.
You need to get away from Sergei.
He's not who you want him to be.
- I've got it handled.
- Of course you do.
That's 'cause he's decided
you're worth something.
I am.
Unlike that girl who's floating
facedown in the harbor somewhere?
I guess she wasn't.
I guess she didn't matter at all.
I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about,
but thanks for the sanctimony.
Five bucks says you put
those roses he gave you
in water when you got home.
He's going
to force me out of the piece.
I'm fighting for my life here.
So, please, make me perfect.
Just get me through.
My best medical guess is
that your stress fracture is splitting.
- You need an X-ray.
- I need the shot.
Just to get me through tomorrow.
X-ray after, I promise.
Bupivacaine numbs everything.
You could shatter your peroneus
and never feel a thing.
- Good!
- No, not good! Bad.
- I'm not afraid.
- That's what scares me.
This is my career.
Do you understand?
Right now I'm asking.
Jasper, please, for me.
Beauty dies.
It can't last.
"Oh, momentary grace
of mortal men."
What is point?
Are you giving me shot or not?
I can't.
I won't.
I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry?
- Because you're ruining my life?
- Kiira.
I want you to heal.
There will be other ballets.
You know better than that.
You want me to beg?
- I'll beg.
- Shh.
Please?
Do it for me?
This is what you want?
To capture your prima?
Yes?
Jasper!
What's the matter with you?
Cover yourself.
It was a mistake.
Look at me, please.
10 ccs.
Inside the circles.
Get the needle
down near the bone.
You want me to do it?
I'm handing you the gun.
Don't ask me
to pull the trigger.
Yes, hello.
Could you tell me what sort
of business I've reached, please?
And, uh, what's the address?
Thanks.
Name?
Uh, actually,
I'm not a customer.
You want pickup,
drop-off?
No, I just wanted to ask
if you know
or if you work for anyone
who--
Who supports the ballet.
This is dry cleaner.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
I--
I'm sorry,
I'm in the wrong place.
Is there something
I can do for you?
You were ballet dancer.
Oh, a long time ago, yes.
Not so long.
Ahem, I work at the ballet now,
company manager.
I have passion for ballet.
Your visit here,
this is most curious.
Yes.
I wanted to thank you
for your generous contribution
to ABC this season.
Please sit.
We will discuss.
It is unusual, no?
Seeking out anonymous donor.
Yes, and I apologize
for showing up like this.
But we are looking
for someone willing
to make a critical
and eleventh-hour contribution.
Uh, $35,000.
35,000.
To give the company's
groundbreaking new performance
its touche finale.
Such a small sum,
35,000.
But crucial.
Obviously,
it will remain anonymous.
No one has to know.
Is that how much you took?
I resent the--
I--
I didn't--
I was going to give it back.
I'm not a criminal.
I'm a mother.
You needed money for child?
Sorry.
God, I'm so sorry.
I should never have come.
Thank you.
Bad, bad judgment.
So stupid.
Stupid.
I am no longer interested
in remaining anonymous.
I deserve honor as major donor.
Oh, my God, yes.
Yes, yes, of course.
House seats on opening night,
invitation to gala
for myself and friends.
Of course.
Uh, house seats
are not a problem.
- Two or three?
- 11.
Perfect, 11.
Clementine.
Did you read the book?
Did you read it?
I've been afraid to ask,
but everything's faster now,
so I have to ask.
I can't wait any longer to ask.
Did you read the book?
Did you read it?
No, I didn't.
Can I get by here?
You gotta read the book.
You gotta read it.
You gotta read it.
You did a really good thing for Mia.
A really good thing.
There are bigger deeds
to be done.
It's coming soon.
You feel it?
Romeo, please get out
of the way.
- I need to get upstairs.
- Shh, shh. Hear that, hear that,
hear that, hear that?
You hear that?
Yeah, yeah, look.
- I need to go inside.
- No, no, no.
They're talking, they're talking now.
They're talking.
They're congregating.
They're talking and congregating.
You gotta listen to the folk
when they gather and converse.
- It matters now explicitly!
- Okay.
Supremely, it matters more than ever,
more than anything.
Ever, ever.
It's a reckoning, Clementine.
It's coming soon.
But don't despair.
The book says
that the folk will prevail
because of you.
You will break the chains
and-- and you will free yourself
and conquer the grey
and rise, rise, rise
above oceans of blood
and portentous skies.
We wait only for you.
We wait for you.
We wait for you.
For you.
It's all in the book,
Clementine.
Read the book I gave you.
Just read the book.
You ruined the book.
My book from when I was
a little girl.
No, I-- no.
I trusted you and you ruined it!
It's not your book!
Get away from me.
That was the wrong thing to do.
That was the wrong thing to do.
Blood is in the water!
Behold the dragon!
Blood is in the water!
Blood is in the water.
Behold the dragon.
- Get out of the way, man!
- Blood is in the water!
Blood is in the water.
Blood is in the water.
Behold the dragon.
Blood is in the water!
- Move it!
- Blood is in the water.
Behold the dragon!
There's this book.
It's called
"The Velveteen Rabbit."
He thinks
he'll never be happy again.
He doesn't know that
after everything bad that's happened,
he could still be blessed.
I hope that can happen for me.
That's-- that's what I want.
To be loved enough
to become real.
You think you'll know
sometime this year?
He'll know when he knows,
Mr. Grayson.
Yes, of course.
Please, whatever takes longest.
Mr. Grayson.
Dear Lord Jesus Christ
and all beneficent beings,
please, please tell me
you're ready to sign
so I can resurrect
this fucking fiasco.
Griggsy, bring her up.
Ha!
I think I'm going to cry.
Yeah! Whoo, whoo!
Okay, let's get to work.
Ow.
This is not dress rehearsal.
Why she is in costume?
She's in costume?
No.
Almost.
Interesting.
That was absolutely
impeccable, Kiira.
Thank you.
Tech reset for cast B, please.
Brava, brava.
I told you, mon canard,
I don't go onstage
to disappoint.
You win.
You were perfect.
Now go ice that foot.
Let's go.
We're going from left to right.
Hello.
That was great, Kiira.
That, darling,
was prima.
Claire to the stage, please.
We're ready.
Claire,
we need you on your mark.
Toni said you're not cutting it.
- She tells me you're hung-up...
- Again.
Being prima is not only
being able to dance it.
You're not special.
You know that, right?
What are you willing to let go?
Do you want this opportunity?
- I need artists.
- I know you won't disappoint me.
- Thinking, feeling.
- It reeks of mediocrity!
Claire.
It's all yours.
Hey, fuckup!
How cold you gonna
let me get in here?
Christ's sake!
Quit jerking your pipe
and get me out of this thing!
What, you get lost on the way?
No, God damn it.
That's not the way.
Don't grab.
I have to lift you.
No, you fucking don't.
Just give me your hand
while I'm grabbing the damn bar.
Just stand there.
There!
Hand. Hand.
Oh!
Jesus, fuck!
Just let-- let me--
Don't!
Get your fucking hands off.
It's okay, it's okay.
I got you, I got you.
It's okay. There.
Don't you grab!
I told you-- I--
I told you not...
Hey.
Hey, come back!
You can't leave me here!
Where's my goddamn cane?!
Bryan.
Hey, you're okay.
You're gonna be okay.
You're a big girl.
You're real, Claire.
It's okay.
You're real.
I don't-- I don't know
what else I can say.
Come here.
I can't.
Bryan.
I need you.
Please.
- I gotta go.
- I need you to see.
I need you to see.
I need you to see.
This is Bryan.
Leave a message.
It's me.
I just wanted to, um,
be clear, uh,
that was a mistake
last time I was home.
Uh, I mean, we both know that,
but, um, anyway,
Mia's not here, so you should just
crash in her room, okay?
Uh, yeah.
I just wanted
to be clear about that.
Anyway, um,
okay, see you.
Okay, bye.
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Happy New Year 2016 - New Year, New Color ;-)
"Flesh and Bone"...
Trey's recent promotion
has nothing to do
with our romantic relationship.
Get me a beer.
Your brother, the Marine.
You shoulda had the decency
to die over there.
The funds I transferred
to American Ballet Company,
and yet I receive
no thank-you card.
Your donation
has to remain anonymous.
I will star in the A cast.
Being prima is not only
being able to dance it.
- Tell me about your injury.
- I'm fine.
I'm perfect.
My little pony.
I didn't come
all the way into the city
to watch you mope.
Blood is in the water.
- What?
- Blood is in the water.
Blood is in the water.
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Happy New Year 2016 - New Year, New Color ;-)
Dr. Baccal, please call 2476.
Dr. Baccal,
please call 2476.
Dr. Potter to radiology, room three.
Dr. Potter, radiology,
room three.
Let me set you straight on
something, muñequita.
Last night's bullshit
ain't gonna fly.
I catch you hiding food
up in these sheets again,
it's coming back
in a feeding tube, entiendes?
Oh, there she is.
That's right,
bring that bitch out.
Don't make me wait all day
'cause you know what, honey?
You need her.
There's only one way
out of here.
Mia?
Who are you?
I'm her-- her friend.
So what are you doing
standing in the hall?
See if you can talk some sense.
I got tubing orders if she don't find
a way to choke it down.
Monica said we could visit
starting today.
I didn't know
if you wanted me to.
I don't have to stay.
Okay.
Sorry.
I just came to see
if you were--
If I could do anything.
The police said
that Romeo found you, that--
That he saved your life.
He's disappeared since then.
I don't see him around.
I hear him
up on the roof sometimes,
but I don't know.
We're in tech now.
It's pretty crazy.
We open in three days
and I...
Shit.
Oh, no, Mia.
That was so dumb.
I shouldn't have said that.
Hey.
You'll be back.
It's just a temporary--
It's--
Just focus
on getting out of here, okay?
- Do what they tell you.
- I can't.
It's the one you like, right?
Let's get you out of here.
Now you.
Why are you doing this?
It's your turn.
Robbins!
- Robbins.
- Mrs. Bialy, hi.
- Where the hell have you been?
- I've been...
Two weeks my daughter's laid up
in this hellhole.
There isn't a single
actual American works here.
Where are the rest of them?
They, um--
- It's tech.
- Ugh, at least you came.
God bless you.
22 years old.
My baby.
Whole life in front of her.
It's gonna be okay.
She's always been tough.
I raised her right, but this?
This fucking disease?
Wham, out of nowhere like
a goddamn brick to my forehead.
I think Mia's had issues with food
for a long time.
Issues?
With food?
Oh, you sound like the goddamn
Pakistani doctor.
She's a ballerina, Robbins.
There's your issue with the food.
I'm talking about the disease,
the MS.
Jesus.
- MS?
- You don't gotta do that.
I know she told you.
You don't say a word, got me?
Not a word.
This gets out to anybody,
I know where it came from,
- we clear?
- Yes.
This is not over, I promise you.
I mean,
she could have years, right?
They don't know.
It could be years before
a person gets-she's crippled.
Absolutely.
A month, maybe two,
she can be back like nothing happened.
You gotta help me.
She's pushing me away.
Looks at me like I'm...
I mean, what did I do?
I never did nothing
but love her.
What did I do?
I mean, I don't know what I did.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
Bronson, these are divine.
These are 22.50
per pound.
- God in heaven.
- These are impossible to get.
They simply can't be had.
But you'll get them
for the gala.
Only because I love you.
Jessica, sorry to interrupt.
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Uh, excuse me
a moment, would you?
Mm-hmm.
The check to Hudson Liquor
bounced.
- What? Th-that's not possible.
- They're holding the truck,
so they're gonna put every bottle
back on the shelf
if we don't clear it up
by tonight.
Can't have a gala with no booze.
That's gotta be a glitch.
There's money in that account.
Tell him to process
the payment again.
I did.
He said he tried that,
and I'm not gonna tell you
what else he said.
Colorful.
Um,
tell Bronson Paul had a crisis
and I had to go handle it.
Sign off on whatever he needs
- and then get him out of here, okay?
- But I...
I don't think
you're understanding me.
I was told it would take
10 business days
to clear due to the sizable...
It's been 12 days.
What?
No, that can't be right.
Can you check it again, please?
Okay.
Thank you.
This is Peter Hughes.
Leave a message.
Peter, your check bounced.
The check we waited
an eternity for bounced.
It fucking-- Peter,
we were counting on this.
It's spent.
H-how could you
let this happen?
Please explain it to me
because I don't understand
how you are sailing
around the Caribbean
or playing blackjack
with British whores
while your daughter is here
waiting for you--
You know what?
You know what, I am done, okay?
I am done
trying to convince Molly
that she has a decent father.
The next time the judge wants
to threaten your ass with contempt,
I will stand up
and I will fucking cheer.
So enjoy Christmas in jail,
asshole.
- This is Peter Hughes.
- Leave a message.
Hi, Peter.
I didn't mean that jail thing.
I--
We just really need the money.
Now.
And I know
you were going to fix it.
You're a good father.
Hello, this is Jessica Jordan
from the American Ballet Company.
I need to speak
with Maxwell Kensington, please.
It's urgent.
Yes, his daughter Daphne
dances with us.
Thank you.
Hello, Mr. Kensington,
Jessica Jordan from ABC.
Oh, no, no, Daphne's fine.
I do the same thing
when my daughter's school calls.
A parent's mind just goes there.
Actually,
I'm calling to thank you
for your generous gift
and to find out
if you might be ready
to move up
to our next donor level.
I'm referring to the donation
you made earlier this year.
$250,000 I believe it was.
We gave Daphne
a promotion and...
I'm sorry?
I see.
Well, thank you,
Mr. Kensington.
I apologize for the mix-up.
Too long.
Sorry.
For the love of God, just stop.
Trey, it's not your fault.
It's me.
It's my fault.
I suppose I got caught up
in the diversity dream
because I wanted this
for you, Trey.
For this city, this nation.
I was moved by the thought
of some little brown boy
sitting out here in the dark
watching you, Trey,
up there.
Balanchine, Stravinsky.
The magic of it,
oh, how I wanted that for him.
To show him possibility.
Look,
behold this splendid
onyx god.
But instead, I'm handing the kid
a cat turd in a bowl of milk.
I don't know what to do.
Tell me what you want.
What I want...
...is for someone
to please find Ross.
That'll be all, Trey.
Thank you.
Mind if I bum one?
Oh, dear God in heaven.
Is this a relapse thing?
Maybe.
I know the donor
isn't your dad.
So what?
So, you lied.
You got your money.
You could've gotten us into trouble
with the IRS
and it would've been
a big problem.
I need the donor's name
to clear this up.
We've had anonymous donors
in the past.
Anonymous to the public,
not to us.
I need a name.
Your friend's money
is gone, okay?
We spent it on costumes
and Toni and commissioning
the music
and three fucking hundred bottles
of Veuve Cliquot.
If I can't secure more capital,
we're not gonna make it
past opening night.
Look,
just-- just give me the name.
I'll tell him I identified him
through tax records.
No.
This is your company, too,
Daphne.
We're all responsible
for what happens to it.
You know
what I'm responsible for?
I'm responsible for dancing
to the best of my ability.
For keeping my weight
a few pounds over malnourished.
For showing up
to rehearsals on time.
I could lose my job here.
Daphne, look, I-- I know it might be
hard for you to understand
with how you grew up.
You have a golden net
underneath you.
I have concrete.
I have a kid and creditors calling
at all hours of the night.
Just give me a name.
Please.
I can't lose this job.
Neither can I.
Don't get up.
Don't freak out.
It's nothing.
We talked about this--
Two ballets.
I tell you not to freak out
and you freak out.
It's just that...
Toni's piece
is so physical.
The impact, the stress.
Odette, Odile, Kitri
- Raymonda, "Sleeping Beauty."
- Yeah, I'm quite familiar
with your resume.
But, darling, I would be lying
if I said there wasn't some concern.
What is this concern?
Who is concerning?
Toni mentioned
that she might be willing
to go with Claire tomorrow.
Just to save your ankle
after "Rubies."
- The public comes to see me.
- And they will in "Rubies."
Nonsense.
This Toni,
she doesn't understand us.
A little pain
is a fact of this life.
To feel it is a choice.
I choose no.
Toni's merely concerned.
You're artistic director, yes?
The boss?
So you tell her
go give her concern
to somebody else.
- I will dance.
- Darling, je t'adore.
You know that.
But our bodies betray us all
eventually.
My body has betrayed no one.
Not yet.
But I wonder if
for the sake of the company,
you might consider...
Pardon me?
It's you.
You think I can't do it.
Oh, don't be absurd.
You don't want me to do it.
You want Claire.
Tell me.
Look in my eyes and say it!
- Say it to my face!
- Calm down.
10 years I gave you!
My life. This body.
- Buttercup...
- Who were you before me?
Nothing.
A joke. Has-been.
A fucking busboy
with a bad back
and a rich boyfriend.
I gave you perfection.
You need transcendence.
I gave you every performance
- the best transcendence!
- Ow!
You made this company,
but I am the one who made you!
- Get out!
- Fuck.
- Jesus Christ.
- Get the fuck out!
- Stop!
- Get the fuck out of here!
Stop.
Imagine you haven't all
fucked each other blind
in the bathrooms, please.
You're delicate, sparkling gems.
Gleam. Dazzle.
All right, thank you.
Enough.
Technology people,
let's move on to "Dakini."
I dare you to do it in under 10.
Come on.
You're late.
I'm sorry.
I thought since "Rubies" was first--
You picked the wrong day
to try my patience.
I'm sorry. I was at the hospital.
I went to see Mia.
Why would you do that?
She's my friend.
Oh, friends.
Yes.
Let me explain something to you.
There is nothing, no one
that supersedes
your commitment to me.
This is your life.
This.
I am your roommate.
I am your friend.
I am your brother, your sister,
your father, your love--
I am your fucking priest!
I am everything to you
except your mother
because she will still love you
if you fail.
I never knew my mother.
You arrived on my doorstep
from your grimy,
inconsequential hiccup
of a life.
And after spit-shining you,
I gave you an opportunity.
I could've given it
to a hundred other girls,
but I gave it to you.
Do you know
how fortunate you are?
Do you?
Because I'm pretty sure
you need me.
Come with me.
This might be a good time to tell you
about a certain phone call I made
to the artistic director
of your former company
back in Pittsburgh.
See, I could only speculate
on what had happened
to make you leave so abruptly,
and there is certainly
a lot of speculation on their end.
But then again,
I'm sure you know all too well
how word gets around
in a small town.
And I can only speculate
on what would happen
if I were to send you back there
at the end of this season.
Back to that shitpile
of futility
you call home.
So, yes,
I need you.
And you need me.
For now.
So let's just see how you do,
shall we?
After you.
Just keep holding there, Claire.
Sorry this is taking so long.
It's still not catching
the light the way it needs to.
Guys, can you add some cyan
and, uh, take it up by half, please?
I've died and gone
to Stevie Nicks' house.
Okay, that looks good, thanks.
Let's jump ahead
to the next cue.
- Raise the drape.
- Yes, let's jump. Why not?
It's only been two hours.
Oh!
- Oh, fuck me!
- Stop.
Turn it off.
- Get Claire out of there.
- Clear the stage.
Careful. Over the cable.
Watch your step.
Clear it out!
- Track is busted.
- Oh, is it? ls it really?
We open to a sold-out house
in two days.
Repair this monstrosity
immediately
- so I can finish my tech.
- Can't fix it. It's fried out.
Needs a motor assembly.
I gotta order a new one.
What is that, a kilt?
Unbifurcated garments
allow increased
freedom and mobility.
When can I look forward
to this gadget arriving?
- Let's see. It's pretty late.
- It's 2:45.
If I order it right now
and Pinky has it in stock,
you're looking at tomorrow
after lunch.
Can't even clear the stage
until then.
Then, of course,
you'll need an inspection.
Tell me this isn't happening.
Someone fucking tell me
this isn't fucking happening!
- You want me to call Pinky?
- Yes.
By all means, call Pinky,
order the goddamn assemblage,
and have an inspector
standing by.
You heard the man, angels.
Run, flee, get the fuck out.
The afternoon is yours.
Yeah, baby.
16 hours of freedom.
I say we head downtown
and make most of it.
Sergei's wondering
where you've been.
No, thanks.
Hey, if ever a girl
needed some party,
- it's you.
- I'm fine.
Really?
Have you seen you?
- I told you I'm fine.
- Oh, that's a relief.
I thought there was some reason
you were being a total bitch.
I'm not going back there.
- Not after those girls.
- What girls?
You know exactly.
Sergei's mobster yacht
with the teenage sex slaves.
- Keep your fucking voice down.
- Sex slaves.
I think that's
none of my business.
You need to get away from Sergei.
He's not who you want him to be.
- I've got it handled.
- Of course you do.
That's 'cause he's decided
you're worth something.
I am.
Unlike that girl who's floating
facedown in the harbor somewhere?
I guess she wasn't.
I guess she didn't matter at all.
I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about,
but thanks for the sanctimony.
Five bucks says you put
those roses he gave you
in water when you got home.
He's going
to force me out of the piece.
I'm fighting for my life here.
So, please, make me perfect.
Just get me through.
My best medical guess is
that your stress fracture is splitting.
- You need an X-ray.
- I need the shot.
Just to get me through tomorrow.
X-ray after, I promise.
Bupivacaine numbs everything.
You could shatter your peroneus
and never feel a thing.
- Good!
- No, not good! Bad.
- I'm not afraid.
- That's what scares me.
This is my career.
Do you understand?
Right now I'm asking.
Jasper, please, for me.
Beauty dies.
It can't last.
"Oh, momentary grace
of mortal men."
What is point?
Are you giving me shot or not?
I can't.
I won't.
I'm sorry.
Why are you sorry?
- Because you're ruining my life?
- Kiira.
I want you to heal.
There will be other ballets.
You know better than that.
You want me to beg?
- I'll beg.
- Shh.
Please?
Do it for me?
This is what you want?
To capture your prima?
Yes?
Jasper!
What's the matter with you?
Cover yourself.
It was a mistake.
Look at me, please.
10 ccs.
Inside the circles.
Get the needle
down near the bone.
You want me to do it?
I'm handing you the gun.
Don't ask me
to pull the trigger.
Yes, hello.
Could you tell me what sort
of business I've reached, please?
And, uh, what's the address?
Thanks.
Name?
Uh, actually,
I'm not a customer.
You want pickup,
drop-off?
No, I just wanted to ask
if you know
or if you work for anyone
who--
Who supports the ballet.
This is dry cleaner.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
I--
I'm sorry,
I'm in the wrong place.
Is there something
I can do for you?
You were ballet dancer.
Oh, a long time ago, yes.
Not so long.
Ahem, I work at the ballet now,
company manager.
I have passion for ballet.
Your visit here,
this is most curious.
Yes.
I wanted to thank you
for your generous contribution
to ABC this season.
Please sit.
We will discuss.
It is unusual, no?
Seeking out anonymous donor.
Yes, and I apologize
for showing up like this.
But we are looking
for someone willing
to make a critical
and eleventh-hour contribution.
Uh, $35,000.
35,000.
To give the company's
groundbreaking new performance
its touche finale.
Such a small sum,
35,000.
But crucial.
Obviously,
it will remain anonymous.
No one has to know.
Is that how much you took?
I resent the--
I--
I didn't--
I was going to give it back.
I'm not a criminal.
I'm a mother.
You needed money for child?
Sorry.
God, I'm so sorry.
I should never have come.
Thank you.
Bad, bad judgment.
So stupid.
Stupid.
I am no longer interested
in remaining anonymous.
I deserve honor as major donor.
Oh, my God, yes.
Yes, yes, of course.
House seats on opening night,
invitation to gala
for myself and friends.
Of course.
Uh, house seats
are not a problem.
- Two or three?
- 11.
Perfect, 11.
Clementine.
Did you read the book?
Did you read it?
I've been afraid to ask,
but everything's faster now,
so I have to ask.
I can't wait any longer to ask.
Did you read the book?
Did you read it?
No, I didn't.
Can I get by here?
You gotta read the book.
You gotta read it.
You gotta read it.
You did a really good thing for Mia.
A really good thing.
There are bigger deeds
to be done.
It's coming soon.
You feel it?
Romeo, please get out
of the way.
- I need to get upstairs.
- Shh, shh. Hear that, hear that,
hear that, hear that?
You hear that?
Yeah, yeah, look.
- I need to go inside.
- No, no, no.
They're talking, they're talking now.
They're talking.
They're congregating.
They're talking and congregating.
You gotta listen to the folk
when they gather and converse.
- It matters now explicitly!
- Okay.
Supremely, it matters more than ever,
more than anything.
Ever, ever.
It's a reckoning, Clementine.
It's coming soon.
But don't despair.
The book says
that the folk will prevail
because of you.
You will break the chains
and-- and you will free yourself
and conquer the grey
and rise, rise, rise
above oceans of blood
and portentous skies.
We wait only for you.
We wait for you.
We wait for you.
For you.
It's all in the book,
Clementine.
Read the book I gave you.
Just read the book.
You ruined the book.
My book from when I was
a little girl.
No, I-- no.
I trusted you and you ruined it!
It's not your book!
Get away from me.
That was the wrong thing to do.
That was the wrong thing to do.
Blood is in the water!
Behold the dragon!
Blood is in the water!
Blood is in the water.
Behold the dragon.
- Get out of the way, man!
- Blood is in the water!
Blood is in the water.
Blood is in the water.
Behold the dragon.
Blood is in the water!
- Move it!
- Blood is in the water.
Behold the dragon!
There's this book.
It's called
"The Velveteen Rabbit."
He thinks
he'll never be happy again.
He doesn't know that
after everything bad that's happened,
he could still be blessed.
I hope that can happen for me.
That's-- that's what I want.
To be loved enough
to become real.
You think you'll know
sometime this year?
He'll know when he knows,
Mr. Grayson.
Yes, of course.
Please, whatever takes longest.
Mr. Grayson.
Dear Lord Jesus Christ
and all beneficent beings,
please, please tell me
you're ready to sign
so I can resurrect
this fucking fiasco.
Griggsy, bring her up.
Ha!
I think I'm going to cry.
Yeah! Whoo, whoo!
Okay, let's get to work.
Ow.
This is not dress rehearsal.
Why she is in costume?
She's in costume?
No.
Almost.
Interesting.
That was absolutely
impeccable, Kiira.
Thank you.
Tech reset for cast B, please.
Brava, brava.
I told you, mon canard,
I don't go onstage
to disappoint.
You win.
You were perfect.
Now go ice that foot.
Let's go.
We're going from left to right.
Hello.
That was great, Kiira.
That, darling,
was prima.
Claire to the stage, please.
We're ready.
Claire,
we need you on your mark.
Toni said you're not cutting it.
- She tells me you're hung-up...
- Again.
Being prima is not only
being able to dance it.
You're not special.
You know that, right?
What are you willing to let go?
Do you want this opportunity?
- I need artists.
- I know you won't disappoint me.
- Thinking, feeling.
- It reeks of mediocrity!
Claire.
It's all yours.
Hey, fuckup!
How cold you gonna
let me get in here?
Christ's sake!
Quit jerking your pipe
and get me out of this thing!
What, you get lost on the way?
No, God damn it.
That's not the way.
Don't grab.
I have to lift you.
No, you fucking don't.
Just give me your hand
while I'm grabbing the damn bar.
Just stand there.
There!
Hand. Hand.
Oh!
Jesus, fuck!
Just let-- let me--
Don't!
Get your fucking hands off.
It's okay, it's okay.
I got you, I got you.
It's okay. There.
Don't you grab!
I told you-- I--
I told you not...
Hey.
Hey, come back!
You can't leave me here!
Where's my goddamn cane?!
Bryan.
Hey, you're okay.
You're gonna be okay.
You're a big girl.
You're real, Claire.
It's okay.
You're real.
I don't-- I don't know
what else I can say.
Come here.
I can't.
Bryan.
I need you.
Please.
- I gotta go.
- I need you to see.
I need you to see.
I need you to see.
This is Bryan.
Leave a message.
It's me.
I just wanted to, um,
be clear, uh,
that was a mistake
last time I was home.
Uh, I mean, we both know that,
but, um, anyway,
Mia's not here, so you should just
crash in her room, okay?
Uh, yeah.
I just wanted
to be clear about that.
Anyway, um,
okay, see you.
Okay, bye.
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