Dance Brothers (2023) s01e06 Episode Script
Chapter 6
1
Um, smell shit.
Actually, you know what? Eat shit.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
[pounding club music playing]
Phew. Thank you, thank you all
a million times for coming to help.
Johannes,
don't drag that across the floor.
[distorted] Oh, sorry.
- How do you find the time to run this?
- I don't really run it, Ile does.
I'm more like the face, you know?
Well, actually you are.
So basically, your boss stole our DJ
and copied our entire fucking concept.
And for some reason, no one was able
to warn us and it was all a big surprise.
Hey, I was surprised too, okay?
I already told you guys.
I wanted to say thanks
and show you what a real source
of power and inspiration you are to me.
You're the goddamn club's logo!
And hey, you're an ambitious girl.
I respect that, that's fine.
But I should've known
that your loyalties lie with Angelo.
- You know what, Roni?
- Mmm?
Um, smell shit.
- Actually, you know what? Eat shit.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Yeah. Right.
Are you gonna say I'm lying too?
No, no.
I guess you just didn't mention
some things, that's all.
Uh-huh.
That's all I meant when I said
that maybe Angelo has
too much power over you and, like
Right. Okay.
Let's get you going then,
so you can go unload your shipment.
- Yeah. Nice.
- There you go.
- Come on. I don't want to fight.
- It seems like your brother does.
And he's got way too much power over you.
Chill out. It's Roni. That's how he is.
Fuck, Sakke.
You're just so weak!
Angelo was right.
You know, you are so insecure
that you are truly spineless.
I can't even.
- [camera shutter snaps]
- [flash bulb whining]
[photographer]
Good, raise your chin a bit.
[moody, atmospheric music playing]
What about Viima?
Yeah. What if I just stay
out of the frame, over here?
Works, right?
[Roni] These are for Ranta.
We need to figure out
what's a good fit for HIDF.
[shutter snaps]
- Wanna dip? Yeah?
- Yeah.
Okay. Works for me.
[photographer] That's it.
Oh, wow, hold that.
[Sakari sighs]
[photographer] A little bit closer.
[Roni] Yes. All right.
I think we probably got it.
- Let's do the choreographer by himself.
- Sure.
[Roni clears throat]
[Viima] Hmm.
We are so [grunts]
We are screwed.
We don't have a DJ,
and we'll never get one as good
or with similar style as Doris.
[Viima] Aren't you exaggerating a bit?
No.
I'll I'll try to solve this fast,
but just might have to skip rehearsals,
and possibly we
You can't skip rehearsals again, Sakke.
Hey, my pal's got a friend, Eldritch,
visiting from Berlin,
and I'm sure that he would be available
to play the gig.
Word is his sets are
supposed to be next level.
I can get him to play here tomorrow
If you don't bail on rehearsals again.
- Okay.
- Okay.
[intense industrial dance music playing]
[music halts abruptly]
[low, anxious music building]
[heavy drum-and-bass dance music playing]
SUNDAY - MONDAY - TUESDAY
TRANCE - KARO - RONI
What's this about?
I've solved everything.
Mm-hmm.
Well, we can't replace Doris
with just one person.
So instead we should replace her
with 10 or 20.
Then we'll start doing themed nights.
Each night a different theme,
different DJ.
Tuesday, Afro-swing?
What the hell, Sakke?
We're not running the club on Tuesdays.
In fact, we'll be cutting down hours
as soon as we pay back Angelo.
Okay, okay.
So Tuesdays was a little Yeah.
- But I've calculated everything.
- Sakke, do whatever you want.
But please,
just stop fucking around, okay?
I need you sharp at rehearsals.
It's enough to keep our income
at the same level for now, all right?
[melancholy synth music playing]
Hey.
[Roni] That's where we need
something explosive, you know?
We need an explosive element of some kind.
I can try something
and you can follow me through it.
[Viima] Yeah. Yeah.
[Roni] It starts here. Goes up.
[Karo] Hey. I haven't heard from you,
and I'm sorry
for being so horrible yesterday.
We should talk this through.
[Viima] Sakke!
Your lack of concentration is frustrating.
- Sorry. I'm in the middle of something
- You're always in the middle of something.
[Roni] Hello! Sakke!
Stay focused here, please.
[Viima] I'm starting to feel like
you don't wanna be here.
You should think about your priorities.
For you, I feel like dance is down here,
and for me, it's actually up here.
[Roni] Hey, Viima, do you know anything
about that festival guy from São Paulo?
That Francisco Apolinari?
[Viima] Nope, nothing.
But I can ask Ranta about him.
Can't even shower without having to hear
the two of you
trying to conquer the world.
[Viima] We could talk about
something else for a change.
[Roni] Yeah, like what?
Like how you're doing?
Or what you might want.
In life, I mean.
To do dance and choreography.
Gotta have more in life or you'll go mad.
Trust me. Been there, done that.
Are you concerned about me or something?
I'm concerned about Drastic, that's all.
Your habit of wanting to juggle
and carry everything yourself
isn't sustainable.
You could give me
some of the responsibility.
[moody, atmospheric synth music playing]
I am worried about you too.
[Roni] Yeah, sorry. I gotta run.
I've got that stupid talk show tonight.
[host] Our next guest is a dance artist
and nightclub entrepreneur, Roni Luoto.
[raucous hip-hop playing]
- Welcome, Roni.
- Ah, thank you so much.
Welcome!
Dance artist and also club owner.
Just a dance artist is good.
So, is running a club
more of a hobby then?
Compared to my solo work, Exposition,
well, running a club is pretty easy-peasy.
[host laughs] Okay, whoo.
Let's move on to tonight's theme,
which is about going viral.
Roni, you have
some recent experience with that.
Your Fire vs. Ice dance battle
took off in a big way.
Yeah, that was
that was a fun gag.
My brother and I, we don't really
compete against each other.
The whole, um, point is
to celebrate dancing, nothing more.
[host] Hey, that's great.
Speaking of dancing, we would,
of course, love to see you perform.
Hey, you sure
you'll be okay here by yourself?
[bartender] Yeah, go make up with her.
We'll be fine, especially since
the TV star will be back soon.
- If anything comes up, give me a call.
- Yup.
- Hey, see you later.
- Peace.
[muffled dance music playing]
Random!
- You fucking traitor!
- [Random] 'Sup?
Have some wine.
[intricate, distorted dance music playing]
You know,
this looks like a cheap copy, bro.
Should burn down the whole fucking place.
Let's check it out.
Whoa.
Hey.
[muffled audio fades away,
club music booms]
Hey, let's get something to drink.
I can't handle this shit sober.
Doris!
- Hey!
- Hello!
Dorminator!
- He and I are about to get lit.
- It's quite the party, isn't it?
Check it out. Flowers for Karo.
- What do you want? My treat.
- No, no, no, no.
I'm taking the next bus home.
We'll be going to Moomin World tomorrow.
- Hey
- See ya!
[Angelo] What's going on, Helsinki?
This one's called "Cold," motherfuckers!
Are you ready?
I said, are you ready?
[sultry dance music playing]
[Angelo vocalizing]
[Angelo vocalizing]
I can see the future ♪
You suck!
[TV host] Great! Speaking of dancing,
we would love to see you perform.
[Roni] Of course.
[host] The stage is yours,
if you're up for it.
[Roni] Roni Luoto enters the stage.
["Winaloto" by Tommy Cash playing]
I think I won a lotto ♪
Oh my God
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
All I do is success, smooth as butter ♪
Attractive to the bees
They wanna smell my flower ♪
Oh my God ♪
Fuckin' with no rubber
With my lady, no problem ♪
Cleaner than the rubber ♪
She She no skinny model ♪
She a shuttle ♪
Oh, I think I win a lotto ♪
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
Tonight I take double
Cork from the bottle ♪
All I do is sin but God gave me a halo ♪
- [music swells, halts abruptly]
- [clerk] Anything else?
- Huh?
- Anything else?
Ah, no. I'll just take this.
- Hey. Hi.
- Hi.
Isn't your brother the one
that was just on that TV show?
Fuck that.
Can I get a picture?
[Sakari] Hmm.
See ya.
Um
You want some?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
No, no way.
Mm-mmm.
Nah.
Actually, I'll take one. Yeah.
Ah.
[mouthing] Two, right?
Give Sakke a call!
[echoing] I'm the God of Dance.
[discombobulating EDM playing]
Dance
[sultry EDM playing]
Hey. Don't touch me, man.
[music halts abruptly]
[muffled explosions]
[muffled screaming]
[Karo, echoing] Sakke.
What are you doing?
[Sakari] Oh, Karo!
[disoriented giggling]
You found me. Can you see me?
Can you see me, huh?
[yells] Answer me!
What's wrong with you?
Oh!
Big A. Big A! What?
- What? Okay, okay.
- You're okay.
Hey, let's do a face-off.
- Hey. Come on, man.
- Wanna make a bet?
Something small?
Boo!
Ahh.
Skittish. Cute.
[laughs blearily]
Has anyone ever wondered
what the totally professional relationship
between these two actually involves?
Is there some fucking?
Huh?
Is there a little
[groaning suggestively]
Big A!
[Sakari grunting]
[imitates gagging]
Oh, Big A!
- Yeah?
- Yeah?
Well, yeah.
You're a fucking rat, huh?
You're a fucking rat, huh?
[muffled melancholy music playing]
[Angelo] Hey. Hey.
- [crying]
- Hey.
Such bullshit.
Somehow I really thought
he was not toxic.
Good for me.
He's a boy.
And you're this mature,
intelligent young woman.
Thank you.
Thanks for always being there.
[pounding club music builds]
Karo.
I'm gonna try something.
Wait, hang on.
Don't leave.
Stay with me, okay?
- You and me, we make sense.
- There's no you and me, Angelo.
Are you really telling me
you don't like me that way at all?
You know I've always admired you.
You're You're like a second father to me.
[club music distorts, fades away]
["Winaloto" playing]
No boys like me ♪
Oh, I think I win a lotto ♪
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
Oh, I think I win a lotto ♪
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
[music fades away]
[sirens wailing]
[tense outro music playing]
Um, smell shit.
Actually, you know what? Eat shit.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
[pounding club music playing]
Phew. Thank you, thank you all
a million times for coming to help.
Johannes,
don't drag that across the floor.
[distorted] Oh, sorry.
- How do you find the time to run this?
- I don't really run it, Ile does.
I'm more like the face, you know?
Well, actually you are.
So basically, your boss stole our DJ
and copied our entire fucking concept.
And for some reason, no one was able
to warn us and it was all a big surprise.
Hey, I was surprised too, okay?
I already told you guys.
I wanted to say thanks
and show you what a real source
of power and inspiration you are to me.
You're the goddamn club's logo!
And hey, you're an ambitious girl.
I respect that, that's fine.
But I should've known
that your loyalties lie with Angelo.
- You know what, Roni?
- Mmm?
Um, smell shit.
- Actually, you know what? Eat shit.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Yeah. Right.
Are you gonna say I'm lying too?
No, no.
I guess you just didn't mention
some things, that's all.
Uh-huh.
That's all I meant when I said
that maybe Angelo has
too much power over you and, like
Right. Okay.
Let's get you going then,
so you can go unload your shipment.
- Yeah. Nice.
- There you go.
- Come on. I don't want to fight.
- It seems like your brother does.
And he's got way too much power over you.
Chill out. It's Roni. That's how he is.
Fuck, Sakke.
You're just so weak!
Angelo was right.
You know, you are so insecure
that you are truly spineless.
I can't even.
- [camera shutter snaps]
- [flash bulb whining]
[photographer]
Good, raise your chin a bit.
[moody, atmospheric music playing]
What about Viima?
Yeah. What if I just stay
out of the frame, over here?
Works, right?
[Roni] These are for Ranta.
We need to figure out
what's a good fit for HIDF.
[shutter snaps]
- Wanna dip? Yeah?
- Yeah.
Okay. Works for me.
[photographer] That's it.
Oh, wow, hold that.
[Sakari sighs]
[photographer] A little bit closer.
[Roni] Yes. All right.
I think we probably got it.
- Let's do the choreographer by himself.
- Sure.
[Roni clears throat]
[Viima] Hmm.
We are so [grunts]
We are screwed.
We don't have a DJ,
and we'll never get one as good
or with similar style as Doris.
[Viima] Aren't you exaggerating a bit?
No.
I'll I'll try to solve this fast,
but just might have to skip rehearsals,
and possibly we
You can't skip rehearsals again, Sakke.
Hey, my pal's got a friend, Eldritch,
visiting from Berlin,
and I'm sure that he would be available
to play the gig.
Word is his sets are
supposed to be next level.
I can get him to play here tomorrow
If you don't bail on rehearsals again.
- Okay.
- Okay.
[intense industrial dance music playing]
[music halts abruptly]
[low, anxious music building]
[heavy drum-and-bass dance music playing]
SUNDAY - MONDAY - TUESDAY
TRANCE - KARO - RONI
What's this about?
I've solved everything.
Mm-hmm.
Well, we can't replace Doris
with just one person.
So instead we should replace her
with 10 or 20.
Then we'll start doing themed nights.
Each night a different theme,
different DJ.
Tuesday, Afro-swing?
What the hell, Sakke?
We're not running the club on Tuesdays.
In fact, we'll be cutting down hours
as soon as we pay back Angelo.
Okay, okay.
So Tuesdays was a little Yeah.
- But I've calculated everything.
- Sakke, do whatever you want.
But please,
just stop fucking around, okay?
I need you sharp at rehearsals.
It's enough to keep our income
at the same level for now, all right?
[melancholy synth music playing]
Hey.
[Roni] That's where we need
something explosive, you know?
We need an explosive element of some kind.
I can try something
and you can follow me through it.
[Viima] Yeah. Yeah.
[Roni] It starts here. Goes up.
[Karo] Hey. I haven't heard from you,
and I'm sorry
for being so horrible yesterday.
We should talk this through.
[Viima] Sakke!
Your lack of concentration is frustrating.
- Sorry. I'm in the middle of something
- You're always in the middle of something.
[Roni] Hello! Sakke!
Stay focused here, please.
[Viima] I'm starting to feel like
you don't wanna be here.
You should think about your priorities.
For you, I feel like dance is down here,
and for me, it's actually up here.
[Roni] Hey, Viima, do you know anything
about that festival guy from São Paulo?
That Francisco Apolinari?
[Viima] Nope, nothing.
But I can ask Ranta about him.
Can't even shower without having to hear
the two of you
trying to conquer the world.
[Viima] We could talk about
something else for a change.
[Roni] Yeah, like what?
Like how you're doing?
Or what you might want.
In life, I mean.
To do dance and choreography.
Gotta have more in life or you'll go mad.
Trust me. Been there, done that.
Are you concerned about me or something?
I'm concerned about Drastic, that's all.
Your habit of wanting to juggle
and carry everything yourself
isn't sustainable.
You could give me
some of the responsibility.
[moody, atmospheric synth music playing]
I am worried about you too.
[Roni] Yeah, sorry. I gotta run.
I've got that stupid talk show tonight.
[host] Our next guest is a dance artist
and nightclub entrepreneur, Roni Luoto.
[raucous hip-hop playing]
- Welcome, Roni.
- Ah, thank you so much.
Welcome!
Dance artist and also club owner.
Just a dance artist is good.
So, is running a club
more of a hobby then?
Compared to my solo work, Exposition,
well, running a club is pretty easy-peasy.
[host laughs] Okay, whoo.
Let's move on to tonight's theme,
which is about going viral.
Roni, you have
some recent experience with that.
Your Fire vs. Ice dance battle
took off in a big way.
Yeah, that was
that was a fun gag.
My brother and I, we don't really
compete against each other.
The whole, um, point is
to celebrate dancing, nothing more.
[host] Hey, that's great.
Speaking of dancing, we would,
of course, love to see you perform.
Hey, you sure
you'll be okay here by yourself?
[bartender] Yeah, go make up with her.
We'll be fine, especially since
the TV star will be back soon.
- If anything comes up, give me a call.
- Yup.
- Hey, see you later.
- Peace.
[muffled dance music playing]
Random!
- You fucking traitor!
- [Random] 'Sup?
Have some wine.
[intricate, distorted dance music playing]
You know,
this looks like a cheap copy, bro.
Should burn down the whole fucking place.
Let's check it out.
Whoa.
Hey.
[muffled audio fades away,
club music booms]
Hey, let's get something to drink.
I can't handle this shit sober.
Doris!
- Hey!
- Hello!
Dorminator!
- He and I are about to get lit.
- It's quite the party, isn't it?
Check it out. Flowers for Karo.
- What do you want? My treat.
- No, no, no, no.
I'm taking the next bus home.
We'll be going to Moomin World tomorrow.
- Hey
- See ya!
[Angelo] What's going on, Helsinki?
This one's called "Cold," motherfuckers!
Are you ready?
I said, are you ready?
[sultry dance music playing]
[Angelo vocalizing]
[Angelo vocalizing]
I can see the future ♪
You suck!
[TV host] Great! Speaking of dancing,
we would love to see you perform.
[Roni] Of course.
[host] The stage is yours,
if you're up for it.
[Roni] Roni Luoto enters the stage.
["Winaloto" by Tommy Cash playing]
I think I won a lotto ♪
Oh my God
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
All I do is success, smooth as butter ♪
Attractive to the bees
They wanna smell my flower ♪
Oh my God ♪
Fuckin' with no rubber
With my lady, no problem ♪
Cleaner than the rubber ♪
She She no skinny model ♪
She a shuttle ♪
Oh, I think I win a lotto ♪
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
Tonight I take double
Cork from the bottle ♪
All I do is sin but God gave me a halo ♪
- [music swells, halts abruptly]
- [clerk] Anything else?
- Huh?
- Anything else?
Ah, no. I'll just take this.
- Hey. Hi.
- Hi.
Isn't your brother the one
that was just on that TV show?
Fuck that.
Can I get a picture?
[Sakari] Hmm.
See ya.
Um
You want some?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
No, no way.
Mm-mmm.
Nah.
Actually, I'll take one. Yeah.
Ah.
[mouthing] Two, right?
Give Sakke a call!
[echoing] I'm the God of Dance.
[discombobulating EDM playing]
Dance
[sultry EDM playing]
Hey. Don't touch me, man.
[music halts abruptly]
[muffled explosions]
[muffled screaming]
[Karo, echoing] Sakke.
What are you doing?
[Sakari] Oh, Karo!
[disoriented giggling]
You found me. Can you see me?
Can you see me, huh?
[yells] Answer me!
What's wrong with you?
Oh!
Big A. Big A! What?
- What? Okay, okay.
- You're okay.
Hey, let's do a face-off.
- Hey. Come on, man.
- Wanna make a bet?
Something small?
Boo!
Ahh.
Skittish. Cute.
[laughs blearily]
Has anyone ever wondered
what the totally professional relationship
between these two actually involves?
Is there some fucking?
Huh?
Is there a little
[groaning suggestively]
Big A!
[Sakari grunting]
[imitates gagging]
Oh, Big A!
- Yeah?
- Yeah?
Well, yeah.
You're a fucking rat, huh?
You're a fucking rat, huh?
[muffled melancholy music playing]
[Angelo] Hey. Hey.
- [crying]
- Hey.
Such bullshit.
Somehow I really thought
he was not toxic.
Good for me.
He's a boy.
And you're this mature,
intelligent young woman.
Thank you.
Thanks for always being there.
[pounding club music builds]
Karo.
I'm gonna try something.
Wait, hang on.
Don't leave.
Stay with me, okay?
- You and me, we make sense.
- There's no you and me, Angelo.
Are you really telling me
you don't like me that way at all?
You know I've always admired you.
You're You're like a second father to me.
[club music distorts, fades away]
["Winaloto" playing]
No boys like me ♪
Oh, I think I win a lotto ♪
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
Oh, I think I win a lotto ♪
Can you believe me, brother? ♪
[music fades away]
[sirens wailing]
[tense outro music playing]