Flesh and Bone (2015) s01e01 Episode Script
Bulling Through
1 Happy New Year 2016 - New Year, New Color ;-) Claire? Claire? Claire, come on.
Claire! Next group in, come on.
Jesus, we're well-fed in the flyover states.
Nightmare.
If I call your number, step forward.
No, no, I don't like.
Hips too wide.
And where is she? If I called your number, you'll be staying to work at the barre.
Everyone else, thank you for coming.
Next group.
And a-one and a-two, plié, passé.
And a-one and a-two, plié, passé.
Think! You don't think! I'll see you four 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.
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-- - 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.
Well, 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're skinny.
- Can I have my bag, please? What do you got in this thing, bricks? Yeah.
No need to get testy.
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.
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Nice.
- Really? - I'm sorry.
Thank you.
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? Did 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 rehearse 10 hours straight and then dance at a performance.
A 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 OJ, too.
Do you have some ice? It's no big deal.
I lost a toenail.
Sure.
Sit.
So, how many times have you auditioned for the company? Today.
Shut up.
Once? Fuck me.
I'm not even gonna tell you how many times I tried out.
Three.
Jesus.
Thanks.
So, where you been dancing, with frickin' 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 he here.
Yeah, it's-- It's gonna be fun.
So do 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 nay-saying.
- You know I hate nay-saying.
- I'm not nay-saying.
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! That 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.
No, 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 on a warmed-over production of "Giselle" as incentive.
I am gonna lose my mind here.
I am gonna lose my fucking mind.
Veuve Clicquot.
We serve Veuve Clicquot if I have to give blowjobs on the corner to pay for it.
Better get busy.
Great.
Oh, great.
Go ahead and ask Mr.
Brusseau 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 Brusseau 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 the 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! I hate your guts.
You're even skinnier than last season.
Are you kidding me, you fat cow? Do you have a tennis ball? 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? I went to Spain for a while 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.
- 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"? 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? - No.
You still get your period? Poor thing.
I might have one somewhere.
- They've been in here a while.
- Can I keep the box? I'm bleeding like roadkill.
Shove in two at a time.
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 wanna spend your whole salary on shrinks.
This one? Watch out.
Batshit crazy and a total whore.
Fuck off.
I'm not crazy.
See you in the shark tank.
Okay.
There she is.
Ah! When you lead, we'll be perfect.
We're gonna be fine.
Whoo! - Hey, Pasha.
- Good morning, Pasha.
Hello.
Hey, sunshine.
Good morning.
Good morning, good morning.
Up, up, up, up, up, up.
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.
Pliés in first.
Demi, demi full, port de bras, and rise.
Same second, port de bras back, forth, no grand plié, 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.
Hold up.
Up.
Thank you.
Barres away, please.
Let's come to center.
Adagio.
Right croisé front.
Step on the right on one, arm on two.
Followed by plié, tondu, three, and four.
Développé, croisé, plié through to arabesque, seven, eight.
Brushing through to attitude back.
Arabesque, pas de bourrée fifth.
Up through the passé, allongé.
Pas de bourrée to tondu back.
Circle port de bras.
Ann open to the side.
And returning to the fifth.
Développé one, two.
Effacé three and four.
Plié, relevé into tombé forward, shifting here, here, settling back into fourth.
Swivel in arabesque stepping over, ending croisé 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 am using.
Go to the back.
May I have the first group, please.
Pasha, just 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 feature? Feature, I can make her.
She can make us.
I'm pulling "Giselle.
" Fuck that stale piece of shit.
You cannot change the-- 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 mine 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? Infusing the adagio with what you just happened to be feeling.
Anyone can do that.
I wonder if you'd still be here if you had to skip through a 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 it.
- Yes? - Call Brusseau.
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? Because 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 âbrushing elbows with angels.
Bye.
- You wanna go over together? - Yeah.
I think they're 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 better 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 smiling now.
This is my pal Claire.
You work tonight, Daphne's pal Claire? Uh, no.
Just a tourist.
- Is the mobster here? - Hey, you gotta 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.
I'm 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 come in their pants? Sure.
They can't touch.
The girls are in charge.
Some make arrangements, though, for later.
Outside the club, you know? The 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 wanna 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.
Pfft, boy, do I ever.
Gots to get your groove on.
You wanna hang here or you wanna go out front and watch? I wanna watch.
That is one beautiful girl.
We hope you enjoyed Michelle.
Whoo, whoo, whoo! Get ready for some strut.
Please enjoy Raven.
Fuck! 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 curveball.
I also know this is an exciting new venture for you, but you have to remember I've been doing this a very, very longtime.
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.
I'm asking you seriously.
Miracles? They're 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 wanna 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.
Okay.
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.
And 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.
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 know our esteemed benefactor this evening.
Please allow me the pleasure of introducing our new chairman of the board, Monsieur Laurent Brusseau.
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.
Play your cards right, you'll be in the spotlight.
Ready for some choreography? I'm gonna go 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.
Pick up the conversational slack.
Your future and mine is riding on what happens next.
What happens next? If by evening's end Monsieur Brusseau 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.
Oh! Oh, why, hello.
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.
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.
Um, 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 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.
Ya-dah, ya-da, ya-dah.
Yes.
Sharper.
Good.
Trés belle.
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.
Jesus.
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.
Whoo, whoo! Hello? Where the hell are you? Dad's really worried.
I left him a note.
Yeah, well, it was a chickenshit move.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
I didn't even get to see you.
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.
Happy New Year 2016 - New Year, New Color ;-)
Claire! Next group in, come on.
Jesus, we're well-fed in the flyover states.
Nightmare.
If I call your number, step forward.
No, no, I don't like.
Hips too wide.
And where is she? If I called your number, you'll be staying to work at the barre.
Everyone else, thank you for coming.
Next group.
And a-one and a-two, plié, passé.
And a-one and a-two, plié, passé.
Think! You don't think! I'll see you four 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.
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-- - 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.
Well, 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're skinny.
- Can I have my bag, please? What do you got in this thing, bricks? Yeah.
No need to get testy.
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.
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Nice.
- Really? - I'm sorry.
Thank you.
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? Did 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 rehearse 10 hours straight and then dance at a performance.
A 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 OJ, too.
Do you have some ice? It's no big deal.
I lost a toenail.
Sure.
Sit.
So, how many times have you auditioned for the company? Today.
Shut up.
Once? Fuck me.
I'm not even gonna tell you how many times I tried out.
Three.
Jesus.
Thanks.
So, where you been dancing, with frickin' 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 he here.
Yeah, it's-- It's gonna be fun.
So do 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 nay-saying.
- You know I hate nay-saying.
- I'm not nay-saying.
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! That 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.
No, 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 on a warmed-over production of "Giselle" as incentive.
I am gonna lose my mind here.
I am gonna lose my fucking mind.
Veuve Clicquot.
We serve Veuve Clicquot if I have to give blowjobs on the corner to pay for it.
Better get busy.
Great.
Oh, great.
Go ahead and ask Mr.
Brusseau 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 Brusseau 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 the 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! I hate your guts.
You're even skinnier than last season.
Are you kidding me, you fat cow? Do you have a tennis ball? 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? I went to Spain for a while 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.
- 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"? 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? - No.
You still get your period? Poor thing.
I might have one somewhere.
- They've been in here a while.
- Can I keep the box? I'm bleeding like roadkill.
Shove in two at a time.
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 wanna spend your whole salary on shrinks.
This one? Watch out.
Batshit crazy and a total whore.
Fuck off.
I'm not crazy.
See you in the shark tank.
Okay.
There she is.
Ah! When you lead, we'll be perfect.
We're gonna be fine.
Whoo! - Hey, Pasha.
- Good morning, Pasha.
Hello.
Hey, sunshine.
Good morning.
Good morning, good morning.
Up, up, up, up, up, up.
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.
Pliés in first.
Demi, demi full, port de bras, and rise.
Same second, port de bras back, forth, no grand plié, 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.
Hold up.
Up.
Thank you.
Barres away, please.
Let's come to center.
Adagio.
Right croisé front.
Step on the right on one, arm on two.
Followed by plié, tondu, three, and four.
Développé, croisé, plié through to arabesque, seven, eight.
Brushing through to attitude back.
Arabesque, pas de bourrée fifth.
Up through the passé, allongé.
Pas de bourrée to tondu back.
Circle port de bras.
Ann open to the side.
And returning to the fifth.
Développé one, two.
Effacé three and four.
Plié, relevé into tombé forward, shifting here, here, settling back into fourth.
Swivel in arabesque stepping over, ending croisé 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 am using.
Go to the back.
May I have the first group, please.
Pasha, just 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 feature? Feature, I can make her.
She can make us.
I'm pulling "Giselle.
" Fuck that stale piece of shit.
You cannot change the-- 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 mine 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? Infusing the adagio with what you just happened to be feeling.
Anyone can do that.
I wonder if you'd still be here if you had to skip through a 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 it.
- Yes? - Call Brusseau.
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? Because 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 âbrushing elbows with angels.
Bye.
- You wanna go over together? - Yeah.
I think they're 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 better 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 smiling now.
This is my pal Claire.
You work tonight, Daphne's pal Claire? Uh, no.
Just a tourist.
- Is the mobster here? - Hey, you gotta 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.
I'm 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 come in their pants? Sure.
They can't touch.
The girls are in charge.
Some make arrangements, though, for later.
Outside the club, you know? The 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 wanna 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.
Pfft, boy, do I ever.
Gots to get your groove on.
You wanna hang here or you wanna go out front and watch? I wanna watch.
That is one beautiful girl.
We hope you enjoyed Michelle.
Whoo, whoo, whoo! Get ready for some strut.
Please enjoy Raven.
Fuck! 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 curveball.
I also know this is an exciting new venture for you, but you have to remember I've been doing this a very, very longtime.
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.
I'm asking you seriously.
Miracles? They're 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 wanna 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.
Okay.
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.
And 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.
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 know our esteemed benefactor this evening.
Please allow me the pleasure of introducing our new chairman of the board, Monsieur Laurent Brusseau.
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.
Play your cards right, you'll be in the spotlight.
Ready for some choreography? I'm gonna go 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.
Pick up the conversational slack.
Your future and mine is riding on what happens next.
What happens next? If by evening's end Monsieur Brusseau 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.
Oh! Oh, why, hello.
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.
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.
Um, 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 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.
Ya-dah, ya-da, ya-dah.
Yes.
Sharper.
Good.
Trés belle.
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.
Jesus.
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.
Whoo, whoo! Hello? Where the hell are you? Dad's really worried.
I left him a note.
Yeah, well, it was a chickenshit move.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
I didn't even get to see you.
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.
Happy New Year 2016 - New Year, New Color ;-)