-[♪ Sons of Raphael play “Nights Are For Love”] -♪ When the setting sun departs ♪
♪ the night begins in lovers’ hearts ♪
♪ Waiting for the moon to rise ♪
♪ towards the stars ♪
♪ they lift their eyes ♪
♪ Nights are ♪
♪ for love ♪
♪ as stars are for the heavens above ♪
♪ In every moon, there is a light ♪
♪ for those who love ♪
♪ Nights are ♪
♪ for love ♪
♪ as stars are for the heavens above ♪
♪ In every moon, there is a light ♪
♪ for those who love ♪♪
[Jack] One’s shiny satin.
One’s got a lacy thing going on.
One is...Amish.
[Geneviève] Amish? What’s Amish?
That religion. You know, they ride horses, they make butter, there’s no zippers.
That’s a religion?
Please stay on topic.
How do the pillows feel? Are they comfortable?
-I don’t know. -Well, did you try ’em out?
Did I try them out? No, I did not.
Just give them a quick once-over.
Um, lay on them, smoosh around a little.
I do not want to smoosh around on a death pillow.
What am I doing? Nicholas shouldn’t be buried in the ground anyway.
He should lie in state like Princess Diana or Eva Perón.
[Marlene] Hi. Excuse me. Do you need
-any help? -No. I’m fine.
You’ve just been in here for quite a while.
I’m sorry. Is there a time limit? You got somewhere to be?
-Uh...no. -Look on the bright side.
If I stand here long enough, you might make 2 sales in 1 day.
You need time. I’ll be outside.
I can’t do this. I just snapped at Snow White.
Jack.
This sucks.
Nicholas left copious notes about literally everything else.
Detailed instructions for all of his memorial dinners,
his wakes, his celebratory escape room.
He picked the flowers for his funeral, made seating charts, wrote out
the lineup for his tribute concert in Central Park.
I still haven’t heard back from Charli XCX, by the way.
He picked the linens, the silverware, the dress code.
“Steampunk” in case you need to go shopping.
Literally not 1 thing off the list, except under “coffin” he wrote “TBD.”
A TBD coffin.
You need to take a breath.
Yeah, and now, suddenly, everyone just has to know immediately,
right this second, who’s going to take his spot.
Well, it is a business.
I don’t give a fuck. He’s not dead yet!
I’m sorry.
What can I do to help?
You could wake up Nicholas.
How about you send a picture of the coffins, and I’ll pick one?
Really? That would be...
-This is... -[phone camera clicks]
Thank you.
Hey, I have an idea.
When all of this is over, why don’t you come to Paris?
Stay with me for a while.
Stay with you?
In your apartment?
I’ll even loan you some hangers.
You feeling sorry for me?
Yes.
And I miss you. A little.
[phone chimes]
Oh, the bronze one against the wall is perfect.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Nice.
That one’s...really...
Fuck.
-[elevator bell dings] -Here’s the mock-up of next week’s program.
I have the 2-page Nicholas tribute
and the photo spread he picked, retouched to his specifications.
-Do you want to look? -Not at all.
Okay, I’ll just get this in the works, and I know you don’t want
-to look at this either, but - -The list?
The list.
-[Marie] Make sure he looks at that list. -[Julian] I’ll try.
[Marie] And make sure he approves the printer soon
’cause they have to rush the new programs into production in an hour.
-[Julian] I’ll try. -[Marie] And make sure he eats.
-[Julian] I can’t be responsible for his - -[Marie] Why not?
-[Julian speaks indistinctly] -When he starves to death and dies,
-you won’t have a job. -Does he like soup?
-[Marie] Oh, everybody likes soup. -[Julian] I’ll get him some soup.
-Julian? -Yeah?
The second and third casts of “Sugar Plum” are on for the rest of the week.
-Spread the word. -Okay.
[door opens]
[dog barking]
[Lulu speaking French] Eggroll! Slow down!
Eggroll. Eggroll.
[groans]
Not again!
Bruna? Bruna?
You have hobos!
-[knocks] -Bruna.
Lulu? I thought you were dead.
[Cheyenne groans]
Madame Toussaint?
No more hobos, Mishi!
Tell Bruna!
It was great seeing you again, Lulu! Heartwarming!
Very special!
I’m so sorry, Madame Toussaint.
I had no idea you were out here.
I mean, you of all people should not be sleeping on the floor.
I’ve slept on plenty of floors. Who are you?
-I’m Mishi. -Uh-huh.
-Bruna? Bruna? -I’m a huge fan.
I’m sorry, who are you again?
-I’m Mishi. -Elaborate.
-Mishi Katerina Antoinette - -Not on your name.
-Why are you here? -I live here.
-What? Since when? -Since I came back to Paris.
-Why? -Why did I come back to Paris?
Why are you here in my house?
-I’m at the National. -The National what?
The National Ballet. I was swapped.
Geneviève thought I should live here because my mother is difficult.
Your mother is difficult?
Oh. Your mother is difficult.
[Bruna speaking French] Coffee is ready!
Hey!
Where the hell is the key!
Cheyenne?
What are you doing here?
I’m sleeping in hallways because I can’t get into my own goddamn apartment.
You want coffee?
So, you take in strays now? Like Oliver Twist?
Yes. It’s just like Oliver Twist.
I thought we had cheese.
The cheese was bad!
Where is the key?
Cheese cannot go bad.
It had hair!
Hey! Where is the plant key?
We took it out of the plant.
Why would you take it out of the plant?
How are you supposed to get into the apartment?
She has a key!
What do you mean she has a key? Like on her? To carry around?
I don’t know what she does with it.
-I carry it around. -Your own key?
Yes.
I never had a key!
You didn’t need a key! She needs a key!
-Why? -I don’t know why.
She wanted a key. It seemed important. Why didn’t you knock?
I didn’t knock because there’s always a key! In the plant!
And when there’s no key in the plant, it’s because the Wednesday night man is there.
It’s the Monday night man, and he’s gone.
[Cheyenne] I don’t care.
New York has made you rude and loud!
-[Simi barks] -Simi. No, stay inside.
What the fuck?
You got a dog?
This is Simi.
You hate dogs.
Eh...
What do you mean “eh?”
You hate dogs.
It scares the mice.
You never let me have a dog.
You had the tutus.
Very different things.
Hey! I did not know you were coming home.
If I did, I would’ve left the door unlocked.
You can’t keep the door unlocked. It’s not safe.
I showed you where the machete is.
I’m not going to machete someone.
You say that now. Wait.
I don’t understand what’s happening here.
You take this person in, you don’t tell me.
You move the key - you don’t tell me. You get a dog - you don’t tell me.
So I have a dog,
so there’s no key in the plant, so I went to see her ballet...
Wait - what?
Ah fuck me...
You went to see her dance?
Forget I said that.
You never came to see me dance.
Cheyenne, you told me not to.
I did not. You said “Do I have to?” And I said “No.”
I’m your daughter. You shouldn’t have even asked. You should’ve just come.
Well, I’m an imperfect person. Kill me. Mishi?
Show her where the machete is.
I know where the machete is!
Please don’t be mad.
I begged her to come see me dance.
I was nervous. I wanted moral support.
From her?
Where is she sleeping?
The storage room. I moved some stuff. Fixed the bed.
The princess bed? Are you kidding me?
-[sighs] -The princess bed
with the gold and the pretty flowers
and the space underneath to store your private things?
You’re embarrassing yourself! It’s just a bed!
I begged you to fix that bed. You never fixed that bed.
Well, happy? Now it’s fixed.
You’re a heartless demon!
Nice to have you home!
Where’s my wallet?
-You know, I’ve always wanted to meet you. -Why?
Well, because you’re the greatest dancer in the world.
You’ve seen every dancer in the world?
-No. -Then I don’t trust you.
Has anyone seen my wallet?
My doorknob came off!
Well, put it back on!
I’m not the janitor! I do not get paid to fix doorknobs!
You know, my mother got me a poster of you for my 16th birthday.
It’s a limited edition.
-This is the difficult mother? -Yes.
Your difficult mother buys you presents.
My difficult mother buys me nothing.
Your difficult mother has to save her money to bail you out of jail.
Why are you in here? This is my room. Or have you rented it out?
Ignore her, Mishi.
She’s having a fit. Let her stomp around.
I’m not stomping around!
Yes you are!
You are acting like a jealous infant. Yes, I fixed the bed.
I also fixed the toilet because it backed up.
Would you like me to stuff the shit back into the pipes?
For old time’s sake?
Yes. Please do that.
[groans] I’m going to get some cheese.
[announcer speaking French over radio]
What?!
Would you sign my poster?
Votre café, Madame.
-Merci. -So, Lucien is frozen at the boulangerie
’cause you sent him out for an almond croissant and they’re out.
Just give him a second choice, or I think there’s a chance
-we’ll never see him again. -[sighs]
Tell him to just get anything.
Hmm. You’re sitting on the ground,
pouting like a child who got the wrong doll for Christmas.
Cléa’s people texted.
She canceled our meeting tomorrow.
Uh-oh. [grunts]
She’s never canceled a meeting.
It’s her chance to torture me in person.
That and a hearty Bordeaux are her 2 favorite things in the world.
Maybe she’s sick.
Or maybe she blames me for her daughter’s drunken toast.
She can’t possibly blame you for that.
Oh, yes, she can.
And she may have rightly guessed that I completely enjoyed it.
[both chuckle]
You know this is extremely uncomfortable, right?
The ground is hard and cold, and my pants are very thin.
It’s bigger than our sign.
[Raphael] Well, these commercials are going to pay for the new curtain.
[Geneviève] I’m fine with the old one.
You said the old curtain looked like a bacterial infection.
-Not when it’s up and you can’t see it. -Mm-hmm.
People are going to think we’re a clothing store.
[Raphael] No, they’re not.
People see this building, they think art.
History. Beauty.
Grace.
Ooh, amazing coat.
Want to go in?
Why not? It’s my birthday.
I’m going to tell the security guard to let them in.
I want to see where this goes.
-[classical piano playing] -[instructor] Pirouette.
Good.
-Oh, shit! Bert, I’m sorry. -Oh, that’s okay.
-That wasn’t the leg you dance on, was it? -Well, I actually dance on both legs.
Good. Good. Sorry again.
[sighs] Hello?
Cheyenne’s gone. She just took off. She left a note on my phone.
Not a voicemail. A literal piece of paper taped to my phone.
I know. I got one, too.
-Where did she go? -[groans] I got no idea.
-Well, when is she coming back? -Who knows?
[sighs] Okay.
What, Gael?
Well, I guess she’s not doing Nutcracker if she’s not here.
Correct. She’s good but not that good.
What, Gael?
Well, if she’s not doing The Nutcracker tonight
-and I’m her partner - -You don’t have to do The Nutcracker
-until she gets back. -Thank fucking God.
Oh, are you happy? ’cause I love making you happy.
Look, I was just calling to inform you.
Consider me informed. I got to go.
-Hey. -Hey.
It’s funny, I just hung up with your brother.
Oh, yeah? How is he?
Uh, he’s Jack.
That says it all.
So, I read you kind of knocked the Aussies on their ass with your night of Bartók.
No, I don’t know. I mean, I love him,
and they’d never devoted a night entirely to his work,
so I thought I’d give it a shot.
They have a lot of great musicians there.
They, they worked hard for me.
I did actually knock them on their ass.
The picture of you was great.
-Really? -Mm.
I always think I look a little insane when I conduct.
You know, they always catch you mid -
-[chuckles] Yeah. -[chuckles] But thanks.
All right. Well, I’m gonna be late. Oh!
-Ooh. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. -Sorry. Thanks.
I just, I should just... [groans] Buy an iPad, Quinn!
[both laugh]
And, um...
...you look really good.
Too.
[laughs] Oh, man.
Oh... [chuckles]
Mm-mm. Mm-mm-mm.
No - it’s on the right.
I remember it on the left.
That’s if you’re coming at it from a different direction.
We always come from the same direction. Through the main gate.
Just keep looking.
We should ask one of the guards for help.
You want to do that?
Go tell a stranger you can’t remember where you buried your father?
I was 3. They’ll let it slide.
You were 5.
I was 3.
No, I had you, I’ll tell you how old you were.
He died in ’94.
Oh.
-You were 3. -Thank you.
Maybe they moved him.
He’s not an ottoman. They didn’t move him.
-I’m going over there. -That’s heading toward Chopin.
We should be heading away from Chopin.
Chopin is that way.
You know everything all of a sudden?
Did you ever consider giving me my father’s last name?
Blecht? No.
Because you didn’t like his last name.
And because he was boring. I didn’t want you to be boring.
If he was so boring why were you with him?
I wanted to get out of my parents’ house.
But you didn’t. You two just moved in with them.
You still live in that same apartment.
So, it wasn’t a perfect plan.
I think he was near a Christophe something...
Are you sorry? You never had a father?
Please. You were enough to deal with.
If Papa had lived, would you have stayed with him?
I don’t know.
He couldn’t fix anything. Now -
(Both) -my father could fix anything. -my father could fix anything.
Well, he could.
Anything in the world he could make work.
He’d say “Bruna you can’t ever count on anybody. You can only depend on you.”
So he taught me to fix things.
How to survive in the wild. How to make anything into a weapon.
You know what I think?
What?
I think you’re in love with your father.
-[Cheyenne giggling] -You’re disgusting.
Your eyes light up when you talk about him.
That’s cataracts.
Well, I’ll be damned.
You’re not going to believe it!
You found Papa?
Non.
-Marcel Proust. -We’ve been looking for him for years.
Proust.
Now that’s a good last name.
-Anything? -Non.
Shit.
Anything over there?
Non.
Wait. We’re going in circles.
How do you know?
This is my credit card. I must’ve dropped it here.
How can you drop a credit card? What is wrong with you?
I’m going to ask for a map.
-Non ! -Si.
When Magellan went out exploring, did he have a map?
Of course he did!
Cheyenne... You can’t always take the easy way out!
So what happened with the Monday night man?
What always happens?
Do you miss him?
You watch a TV show. You like it. It’s cancelled. You’re sad.
You find another TV show.
You go on.
You know, back in New York, there is a man. A dancer. My partner.
And this partner, he’s your Monday night man?
The days change but it’s definitely a weekly occurrence.
So he’s your boyfriend.
No. Not a boyfriend.
Then what?
I don’t know. There’s...feelings there.
It happens to the best of us.
I don’t like it. The feelings.
Then you break it off. Take the key out of the planter. He’ll get the hint.
I don’t want to take the key out of the planter.
Okay, leave the key in the planter.
I don’t have a planter.
Where do you put the key?
This is not about the key, okay?
I slipped the other night.
Slipped? Onstage?
During The Nutcracker. I started to dance,
everything was fine, and then suddenly -
So, it’s over then?
No more tutus?
I don’t know.
I don’t know what it means.
But it means something.
-[bell ringing] -What? They’re closing already?
What time is it?
It’s ten of five.
Impossible.
We’ve been here 4 hours?
Every time we come, same thing.
You’re acting like it’s my fault.
Next time, I’m asking for a map.
No maps.
Just leave those somewhere.
You know what? Maybe he’s buried at Montparnasse.
[lively hip-hop music playing]
[grunting]
What did I do now?
You’re dropping your left shoulder,
but other than that, I’m just here to say hi.
Hi.
Well, I’m glad you found a legal way to punch people.
Ever fight him?
-No. -Could you take him?
-Just say it. -Say what?
Am I out?
So, I talked to your lawyer last night.
He’s hoping to get the charges dropped altogether.
-Really? -Well, it helps
that the guys you fought have been arrested a lot.
Plus the fact that you were provoked, felt threatened,
-scared - -I wasn’t scared.
-You were terrified. -It was fun.
You felt so threatened you called your mother to tell her goodbye.
I have to say I was scared?
Baby Bambi scared.
Shit. Fine. Baby Bambi.
That was the deer, right?
Right.
So...
...how’s Tobias’s new piece coming?
Uh, not great, actually.
Matthieu is refusing to work with him after what happened.
What happened?
Well, it seems Tobias told him they were going to rehearse off-campus,
and when Matthieu showed up...
I already told you my name is Matthieu...
Hello, Matthieu.
Stop it! Stop talking in unison!
It’s okay, Matthieu...
I was told to come here this morning at ten o’clock.
And it’s great that you did.
Acknowledging the problem is a big step toward your recovery.
I don’t have a problem!
I have a rehearsal!
[laughs]
-Do not laugh. -I will not laugh.
In front of you.
I would advise that, yes.
[speaking French] Are you using that?
Oh. Uh...hold on -
Now, I’m done.
[speaking English] So, um, have you spoken to Tobias lately?
He was so upset at the police station.
He was...
I don’t think he wants to talk.
What happened was bad, Gabin.
I know.
Do you? Do you really?
Because I have covered for you so many times.
I have vouched for you, I made excuses for you,
and I can’t do that anymore.
My job is on the line.
I need Tobias’s ballet.
I need it very badly.
And now that Matthieu has apparently left the country
and none of the other étoiles will go anywhere near this part,
well, I’m in a bind.
So, if I can convince enough people to -
A saint.
[chuckles] I’ll be a goddamn saint.
Any saint you want. Even the one who made a handbag out of his foreskin.
What?
You don’t know that saint?
I don’t want to know that saint.
There were some weird saints.
This is it, Gabin.
-Last time. -Last time.
Wait, h-have you talked to Tobias?
You think he’ll want to work with me again?
That’s between you and him.
[indistinct French chatter]
No. No.
My God, Pankow? Succeeding you? In what universe? No.
No. Fuck no.
Never.
Oh, my God. Ludvig Goldberg.
Nicholas, we’re down to Ludvig Goldberg.
Don’t look. Just lie there.
I might join you.
[softly] Ludvig Goldberg.
[♪ Rickie Lee Jones sings “Tried to Be a Man”]
♪ Round here we don’t need no one ♪
♪ trying to set us straight ♪
♪ I got a redneck in a plaid suit ♪
♪ and he’s on TV real late ♪
♪ Balalaikas tolling ♪
♪ Sheba plays the flute ♪
♪ There’s communists and capitalists ♪
♪ They all think I’m cute ♪
♪ You know I’m out of rehab ♪
♪ You know I’m with the band ♪
♪ Anyway, I think it’s time to say ♪
♪ exactly what I am ♪
♪ ’Cause I tried to be a man ♪
♪ But that’s what I’m not meant to be ♪
♪ You know I tried to be a man ♪
♪ but that’s not what I came to be ♪♪
[Jack] Why did you mention that name?
[Crispin over phone] Jack? My goodness, you sound completely flustered.
Like a housewife with a handsome Bible salesman at the door.
I just want to know why you...
-Jesus, where the hell’s your shirt? -I have a very important meeting
with someone whose name I cannot mention, and the security
-is off the charts. -Okay.
-Nothing goes unchecked. -[sighs] I shouldn’t have asked.
Not a single part of my body
-will remain unexamined. -I got it.
You think your job’s a pain in the ass?
Crispin, why did you say that name?
-What name? -Cheyenne.
Oh, that’s what you’re all red in the face about.
-It was merely an idea. -A terrible idea.
First of all, she’s a ballerina at the height of her career
and she has no reason to become the artistic director of anything.
Second, she is the worst people person in the world,
unless the people are cartel hit men or the White Walkers.
And third, it’s just a terrible, terrible, terrible idea.
Well, then don’t do it. It was just a suggestion.
No, no, no. Don’t screw with my head.
I would never. I was spitballing,
throwing spaghetti against a wall,
-seeing what sticks. -Bullshit.
You never do anything, no matter how maniacal, unless there’s a reason.
I just thought it was a flashy bit of stunt casting,
a “Pamela Anderson as Roxie Hart” moment, that’s all.
It gave me a giggle.
But now I see that you have thought it through -
calmly, rationally, and have decided against it.
Therefore, no more talk of Madame Toussaint shall pass my lips.
Did you see the list?
-I saw the list. -Some excellent names there.
Ludvig Goldberg would be a real get.
[alarm blaring]
-[Les Petits Parisians play “Valse de la Rose”] -[clanging]
[busy crowd chatter]
Oh, I love this toaster. Does it work?
Of course. I restored it myself.
-How much? -175 €
Stop that.
Whatever you think is fair.
You paid 75 for it broken.
175 is too much.
My daughter.
How about 100?
-Yes. -No! 175.
You have your surgery coming up. You won’t be able to work.
How will you pay rent?
125?
And if the surgery doesn’t work and they have to take the leg?
175! I insist.
Keep the change.
Good luck on your surgery.
Here you go.
I fixed it.
I’ll tell you if you fixed it.
You! Under the hat. I am not very happy with you right now.
-Who is that? -That is the magician: Timeo.
He waves his cape and disappears from girls’ lives.
I’m behind. What girl?
Mishi.
One day she’s looking at her phone giggling like an idiot the next day -
- you changed your phone name so she can’t find you.
What? What did you do?
He broke up with Mishi.
Our Mishi?
Why did you break up with Mishi?
I didn’t break up with Mishi.
He thinks he can do better.
I don’t think I can do better.
Good. Because you can’t.
You absolutely can’t.
You hurt Mishi. I wash my hands of you.
Stupid boy.
Why did you break up with her?
Too pretty? Hurts your eyes to look?
I didn’t break up with her. We only went out once.
She showed me her phone - where you made a block,
erased yourself or something, I don’t know.
I wasn’t paying that much attention because I don’t really care.
Long story short, she’s moping. Because of you.
No one is going to let me explain?
No. You ran away and broke her heart.
I did not run away! I like Mishi.
I couldn’t tell if she liked me back.
She wouldn’t let me take her home,
or walk her to the Métro. She didn’t return any of my messages.
I had no idea if she got home safe or not.
And I did not block her from my Instagram,
which I’m assuming is what you’re talking about,
I deleted it during exams so I wouldn’t get distracted.
Oh. Okay.
Okay? That’s all?
What more do you want?
Help. What do I do?
Timeo, have you ever met a ballet dancer before?
-Non. -We’re weird.
We do weird things.
We stand on our toes on purpose. Why?
I don’t know. Ask Louis XIV.
Our whole lives are spent in disgusting, unsanitary places.
We smell - all the time.
All the time.
-You’re trying to scare me off. -No.
If I was trying to scare you off I’d show you my feet.
I don’t care about her feet.
Dancers don’t know what day it is, or what the weather’s like outside.
We are part of a cult.
If you truly want to date a ballet dancer
you will need to drink the Kool-Aid and work a little harder.
What do I have to do?
Pursue her.
Go to a performance. Go see Mishi dance.
Yes, go see Mishi dance. Not me.
Don’t see me dance. I’m not worth it.
-[“Ride of the Valkyries” ringtone plays] -You told me not to go!
-Who is this? -[Jack] That’s how you answer the phone?
-Really? -Jack?
How did you get this number?
You work for me. I have all your information.
All the information you have is fake.
My phone number, birthdate, my address.
Why the hell are you giving me fake information?
Never leave a paper trail.
You’re a ballet dancer, not an assassin.
Listen...
Nicholas is not improving.
I’m very sorry.
It’s only a matter of time before...
And though I do not want to be thinking about this, I have to.
We are going to need a new artistic director.
I have a list of potential candidates here in my hand...
Ludvig Goldberg better not be on there.
No one is Nicholas.
We can’t replace him and maybe we shouldn’t try to.
Maybe we need to think differently about this.
I don’t understand what you are saying.
You are a once-in-a-lifetime dancer.
I know.
You have dedicated yourself to this art.
Perfected it.
But you do more than dance.
You have an opinion about everything.
About the costumes, about the choreography.
And while your tactics may be crude and, frankly, hostile, and...
I have a feeling we’re gonna have to beef up our legal department if you say yes,
you tend to be right about things.
About Gael,
about Susu, about the repertoire.
And that speech you gave the other night about dance...
incredible.
-You have vision. -If I say yes to what?
I want you to be artistic director of MBT.
I want you to succeed Nicholas.
Hello?
Cheyenne?
[sighs]
[♪ Nathan Lanier plays “Torn”]
[sighs]
Watch the circle. Don’t go in the circle.
I said watch the circle. Tristan!
I don’t know how many times
I have to tell you there will be a person in the middle.
You can’t dance there.
-I know. -You just crashed into our lead.
You’ve broken his foot and he’ll walk with a limp forever. Are you happy?
No, but it’s hard without an actual person there.
Well, so is sex, but life finds a way.
Do you have any idea when we’ll have a new lead dancer?
Any idea? Well, let’s see.
Let me check my watch.
There must be some “seeing into the future” app
that can tell me when I’ll have a new lead dancer.
Huh, can’t find it.
Maybe I should go to the Genius Bar -
ironically named - and ask them where to find
this great fortune-telling app on my watch.
Or shall we light some candles, throw salt in a circle, and ask Nureyev?
Lula, you’re creepy, you look like you’ve got a pendulum.
[door opens]
[Gabin] Tobias.
I was watching from the hall. I didn’t want to interrupt you
while you’re ranting. I know you hate that.
What are you doing here?
Geneviève got the charges dropped.
She let me come back to the company.
I was hoping to talk to you about your...
I don’t know if you’re taking a break or...
He doesn’t take breaks.
Could we go outside just for a sec?
You’re gonna do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it.
Ok-Okay.
You’re gonna wear what I tell you to wear.
Even if you hate the cut or the color, if you think it shoves your junk
-to the right or left. -I am fine with either.
I don’t care if you’re centered, I only care if you screw up my ballet.
I understand.
Take your jacket off. This goes up in a couple of days.
[sighs]
Did you really send Matthieu to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting?
Because I think that was -
That was for me, not for you.
Let’s go! Starting from the top.
Happy now?
[♪ Vanessa Paradis sings “Sunday Mondays” ]
♪ The sun is out ♪
♪ The clouds are slowly going ♪
♪ And now my heart is ♪
♪ growing fast ♪
♪ So let’s get up ♪
♪ Put on your hat and clothing ♪
♪ Let’s take a trip ♪
♪ and lose our minds ♪
♪ Let’s go walking ♪
♪ through the park today ♪
♪ I love Sunday Mondays ♪
♪ any day ♪
♪ When the skies are blue ♪
♪ and it’s not gray ♪
♪ I’ll take Sunday Mondays ♪
♪ any, every day ♪♪
[laughing]
Napoleon’s foot warmer.
What? They bought it?
It was a waffle iron with the waffle-making parts missing.
Now it’s just a metal square.
And they paid 500 € for that metal square.
You are going to ruin my reputation there.
My customers love me.
Bullshit.
They think I find the most wonderful things.
They think you are a snake.
See? And you called them stupid.
Cheyenne Toussaint...
Cheyenne Toussaint.
You are the greatest ballerina in the world.
Madame Toussaint? I want to be just like you. But me.
Boy, she’s a real lightweight. Look at her.
And that’s after you watered it down.
I may not have watered it down.
I got a very strange phone call today.
From Jack. He runs the Metropolitan Ballet.
Oh. The American Tutus.
He offered me a job.
You have a job.
He asked me to be Artistic Director of the company.
I have never thought of myself that way before. Taking meetings, having an office.
Can you imagine?
It’s interesting timing. You know, with the slip...
It’s not like I am completely unqualified for it.
I have lots of ideas for new ballets. Thoughts about choreography, music...
It’s a good company with potential.
But it needs new thinking.
They have got to get rid of those terrible champagne glasses
with the etching on them.
Old ladies just steal them.
[sighs]
But still, me as Artistic Director...
[slurps]
[swallows]
I’m not going to do it.
[instruments tuning]
[lively audience chatter]
It’s a good house.
-A good house for a good piece. -It is a good piece.
[applause]
[♪ Nathan Lanier plays “Torn”]
[Tobias] Oh, my God, I can’t take it. Stop!
Stop!
-[Geneviève] What is he doing? -[Raphael] I don’t know.
-Where is he going? -I don’t know.
-[Tobias] I’m coming on stage! -He’s going on stage.
No. Why?
-[Raphael] I don’t know. -Listen to me, I said stop!
You stop playing! You stop dancing!
Stop ushering, whatever the hell that is.
Your ticket literally tells you where to sit.
Lights! Give me the lights!
God, he’s on stage.
-What do we do? -I don’t know.
-Tobias, what are you doing? -I’m stopping this artistic Chernobyl.
What Chernobyl? The audience was liking it.
Well, they’re wrong. You’re wrong!
Tell them they’re wrong.
Art...
...is subjective.
-I know that’s not what I said. -Tobias, this is crazy.
The whole time I was working on this,
I knew something was wrong. Off!
-I don’t understand what’s happening. -It doesn’t matter what you understand.
All that matters is, I can’t watch this dance ever again.
I can’t let another wrong piece go out with my name on it.
Tobias, there is a room full of people who came here to see a ballet.
And they will. Once I’ve created it.
Hi, everybody! I’m starting over!
-He’s what? -What?
-Did he say he’s starting over? -No old steps.
All new steps. Just sit there and let me fix it.
This won’t take long. I don’t think. You know what?
It’ll take as long as it takes. Deal with it.
What’s he doing?
-What are you doing? -I’m looking for music.
-Oh, my God, he’s looking for music. -He can’t do that.
We have to clear all music. If we don’t clear music, they can sue us.
-Shit, shit, shit, shit. -Who’s the clearance person?
I don’t know. Um, is it that lady with the red glasses?
-It’s not the lady with the red glasses. -Are they called music clearance people?
I know there’s a music clearance office. I pass it on the way to the bathroom.
Damn it. Ina Garten’s here with Jeffrey.
Yes. Good. This feels right.
Oh, my God, what did he pick?
“Stairway to Heaven?” The Beatles catalog?
You guys go over there,
and you guys go over there,
and you, in the center.
-No, no, no, no, no... -Fuck.
-Cheyenne? What are you doing here? -I need to talk to you.
Well, I can’t talk now. The lunatics have taken over the asylum.
It’s important.
Keep looking for the music person. I’ll be right back.
Okay, well, that’s got to be a great sign.
What’s happening? Why aren’t you in New York?
You know about what’s going on with Nicholas.
Yes. I know.
I...I have been talking to Jack. It’s a very sad situation.
Jack has offered me his job.
He wants me to be the artistic director of MBT.
Well, that’s crazy.
Why is that crazy?
Because you’re an étoile here in Paris.
-The commute alone will kill you. -I want to do it.
I think I would be good at it.
I have to think about the future.
I have to have a plan.
I slipped.
-You slipped? -On stage.
So now you understand.
-Understand? No, I do not understand. -But I slipped.
Well, people slip. Next time you go on stage, don’t.
There, I just solved your problem.
Jack is giving me a chance. I want to take it.
-No. -No? Like I am a bad puppy?
The deal was for 1 season.
-So? -So, you have a contract here.
-No, I don’t. -Yes, you do.
I never leave a paper trail.
I swear you have a contract. Everyone has a contract.
So you’ve seen it?
You’ve seen this signed contract with both your eyes?
No, but I’m sure...
I mean, I wasn’t here when you joined,
but I’m certain they must have made you...
It’s the National’s policy.
They never would have let you...
You can’t go. I won’t let you.
You would keep me here against my will?
Yes.
You would let me lose an opportunity that could be very important to me?
Yes. Yes, I would.
But...I slipped.
I have to go.
I have to go home.
[phone buzzing]
[sighs quietly]
What, Raphael?
[Raphael] You are not going to believe what’s going on in here.
[Tobias] I wasn’t me when I choreographed this piece.
I-I was so sure about the last piece, and then...
[robotic voice] A disaster for choreographer Tobias Bell.
You have got to take that off your phone.
And I wanted to give Geneviève something commercial.
Take that off. And I don’t know what commercial is.
Take that off! I only know what I like.
-What’s that? -A tutu.
-Who told you to wear it? -You did.
See? I told her to wear that.
Does that look like me? I don’t do tutus.
Unless I do tutus. Then it looks exactly like me.
Raphael, I will be there in a minute.
Good. Because I think this is something we should experience together.
[phone buzzing]
-Hello? -[Geneviève] You son of a bitch.
-Whoa, Geneviève, what’s the - -I can’t believe you.
And I know you. I know all the shitty things you’ve done
and tricks you’ve pulled.
But I never, ever thought you’d do something like this to me.
-Cheyenne. -Yes, Cheyenne.
-Listen - -No, you listen.
Let’s forget for the moment what an idiotic idea it is
to put a ticking time bomb like Cheyenne in such an important position,
but to take her from me now? Behind my back?
-I don’t even know who you are. -Wait, she took the job?
Yes, she took the job, you asshole!
Why do you think I’m out here screaming at you?
I didn’t know. She never told me she accepted.
You didn’t think to call me first?
I honestly didn’t think she’d say yes.
Why would you do it at all?
Look, obviously, if I had known she was going to say yes,
I would have called you immediately.
You should have called me before you offered her the job.
Better yet, you, you shouldn’t have offered her that job in the first place.
I’m sorry. Nicholas is dying,
and I’ve been sleeping in the hospital all week.
Then I’m handed a list of potential artistic directors
that I wouldn’t hire to hand you a towel in the bathroom.
I wasn’t thinking straight.
Fine. You’re emotional. I understand.
-Good. -So take it back.
-What? -Take back the offer.
Tell her it was a mistake and you’ll write a check to save the Amazon,
and we’ll forget this ever happened.
I can’t.
You can’t?
I...
...think she could do it.
Forget about coming to Paris, Jack, ever.
And you can certainly forget about me.
Geneviève.
Fuck.
[Tobias] 5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4.
What’s happening?
Well, he undressed and redressed the dancers 3 times.
They look exactly the same.
Yes, he decided the problem was not the costume,
it was the concept of the costume.
-I don’t...What? -[chuckles thinly]
5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
-Nope. -[audience groans]
You want to get up here and do it?
-[woman] Yes! -[Tobias] Hey!
-[laughter] -I don’t come to your work and yell “yes”
and stand up and wander around and go to the bathroom, do I?
Tobias Bell, this is the voice of your employer
and potential murderer speaking!
I’m busy! What do you want?
I want you to get the hell off the stage
and let these people dance!
Once I’m done choreographing it, I will!
You already choreographed it!
That’s why everyone is here.
That’s why they’re all dressed up.
You think this woman put that thing in her hair
just to go to the market?
-[laughter] -Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt -
[Raphael] Interrupt. Please interrupt.
People have started live streaming this from the audience.
-What do you mean? -They are filming it. Posting it.
-Oh, boy... -People are watching.
It’s trending. Look.
[Tobias] Why are we talking about that?
-Let’s try the combination again. -That’s a lot of people.
[Tobias] 5, 6, 7, 8.
-[audience] Whoo! -No.
[laughter]
[Tobias] Wait.
[Tobias speaking indistinctly]
Fuck it. Let’s go.
That, that thing. Who controls the feed?
Dante controls the feed. He’s in the office,
right next to Monica from music clearance.
Call him. Tell him to switch the feed to the stage.
-Yes, Madame. -What? No.
What’s happening in there is madness.
It’s insanity. It’s what creating art is all about.
-[stammers] -It-It’s a moment. It’s a movement.
The French love a revolution. Well, let’s give them one.
Let’s let everyone see the energy,
the magic, the power,
the sheer athleticism that goes into the making of a masterpiece.
Vive la révolution.
-[woman] Do something! -[shushing]
You have to understand, this is all part of his process.
He needs to sit in a certain position for a certain amount of time.
The time varies. It depends on the piece, on the tone, sometimes on the weather.
Frankly, everything that’s happening tonight, it’s my fault.
I got in a fight. I was provoked, but I should have known better.
I let him down. I fucked up.
But I swear,
in front of everyone in this theater,
that I will never, ever do it again.
I will never let him down. No matter how long it takes,
no matter how many hours I have to stand here,
or you have to sit there and wait for inspiration to strike him again,
I will prove that he can count on me.
That I will be here.
So, everyone, be patient. Just sit there.
Don’t talk. No quick movements.
Don’t eat anything with a scent, peanut M&M’s, barbecue potato chips.
Very soft candy is fine, as long as it’s already unwrapped.
-[Tobias] And don’t look at me. -And don’t look at him.
-Are you updating your résumé? -No.
[♪ Pomplamoose plays “Les Yeux Noirs”]
Ohh, cool.
Crazy. Is that live?
We’re here! It’s at the opera. It’s amazing! You gotta come!
This is what we saw online!
They’ve got it on a big screen.
Are they dancing?
No, they’re just sitting there, it’s hilarious!
[singing in French]
Nope, let’s try something else.
No.
Turn the other way.
No.
-No. -[crowd murmuring]
♪ ♪
[Tobias] 5, 6, 7, 8.
♪ ♪
5, 6, 7, 8!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4...
-[laughter] -...5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3...Okay, okay.
That will work when you take out the crashing into each other.
-[laughter] -I have the beginning,
I think the end, there’s a piece midway,
but something’s not... like a bridge or a...
something’s missing that will bring the whole thing together.
-Tobias? -[sighs]
Can I make a suggestion?
[all gasping]
[whispers] We’ll miss you.
[others shushing]
[whispering indistinctly]
Yep! Barres. I need barres.
[♪ Pomplamoose plays “Les Champs-Elysées”]
[singing in French]
[excited murmuring]
All I can say is, without a really good primer and setting spray,
your morning makeup never would’ve made it to tonight
without some serious caking and raccoon eyes.
And then you would’ve had to run home and redo,
and you would’ve missed this.
-[Tobias in distance] Okay. Okay. -Whatever this is.
[excited chatter]
Big screen, big screen.
-Big screen. -Okay.
But I didn’t get my change.
♪ ♪
[audience murmuring]
-[shushing] -[audience quiets]
I’m not sure how I feel about Paris.
I appreciate your environmental rules and fruit displays,
but the paper towels aren’t big enough,
and all your drivers accelerate before braking,
and I get stuck in my elevator once a week,
which I feel is deliberate, because I asked the gardienne at my building
to buzz in the pizza guy for me once,
and apparently, that is not in her job description.
But...
something about Paris has changed me.
Changed the way I work.
It’s torture creating a dance. Just awful, I hate it.
I only like it once it’s done and I can forget about it.
The minute I walked into the rehearsal room at the National -
not the huge one with all the angels -
the small one with the red piano...
Who puts a red piano in a rehearsal room?
And it’s an upright. Like it’s a saloon.
And there’s a creepy statue out the window
and the floors are bouncy and the hallways echo.
You hear people running everywhere.
It has ghosts, and I don’t believe in ghosts,
but that building has ghosts.
And it has a person...
And now, because of the piano and the ghosts,
and the...
...I don’t want to forget this dance when it’s done.
And that’s frightening.
Not like Rosemary’s Baby frightening, which is a movie I’ll never get over,
mostly because my father is the spitting image of Ruth Gordon,
but I think sometimes it’s good to be frightened.
I mean, not when your parents visit, but when you work.
I was never afraid in New York.
But here, I am afraid.
I could fail. [laughs]
I have failed.
It was awful and expensive. That tux rental was criminal.
And if I fail, it’s not just me that fails.
I’ve never cared about that before.
I’m not sure I like caring about that now.
So...
[chatter in French]
[chuckles]
[speaking French] Is he...is he coming back?
No.
But he doesn’t have to.
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pouring]
-[laughter] -[screaming]
So hydrating.
Just watch.
[applause]
[♪ Saint Privat plays “Poisson Rouge”]
[applause fades]
[singing in French]
[audience exclaiming]
[audience whooping]
[applause]
♪ ♪
[audience gasping]
[applause, cheering]
[cheering]
♪ ♪
[cheering]
♪ ♪
[applause, cheering]
Tobias.
Do you remember where we are?
[Tobias] Oh.
Oh, shit.
[whispers] Do you think people saw?
No. Not at all.
[distant cheering]
[♪ Pomplamoose plays “Digital Love”]
[applause, cheering]
♪ Last night, I had a dream about you ♪
♪ In this dream, I’m dancing right beside you ♪
♪ And it looked like everyone was having fun ♪
♪ The kind of feeling I’ve waited so long ♪
♪ Don’t stop, come a little closer ♪
♪ As we dance, the rhythm gets stronger ♪
♪ There’s nothing wrong with just a little, little fun ♪
♪ We were dancing all night long ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I don’t know what to do ♪
♪ About this dream and you ♪
♪ I wish this dream comes true ♪
♪ Ooh...
Yeah, I figured you’d at least come back for the Wheeldon rehearsal,
so I took a shot.
-Are you okay? -Yes. Why?
Why? Well, you took off.
-Disappeared. No calls, no texts. -I don’t text. I’m not a teenager.
Right. Got it.
I went to see my mother.
In the middle of your self-imposed Nutcracker marathon,
you suddenly just had to see your mother?
She’s not going to live forever.
What do you need?
I just need to talk for a sec.
I know you have to get in there, so I’ll be quick.
I think we’re done.
And I think you know it.
You love dance, you love your art.
People just...aren’t your thing.
There’s just no room in there for me or anyone.
I know that now.
You are a hell of a dancer, Cheyenne.
Hope your mother’s okay.
Ah. You’re here.
Good. Hello.
Perfect timing. Please don’t touch that.
Okay, so, since we last met, I’ve done a great deal of thinking.
About you, about the piece,
about your story, my career choices.
I’ve read some books on Buddhism.
Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, a little Nietzsche -
Eat, Pray, Love.
I really focused on just letting go of things,
like the idea of you doing anything I ask.
I also restarted my therapy,
which has been very helpful, and now I think I am much better equipped
to answer your questions.
I made notes, charts,
and I’m now prepared to get past the second count of 8 in the dance.
So...
I’m sorry, what are you doing?
I’m getting ready to dance.
-But - -It’s okay.
I understand now.
Are you sure you don’t want to fight?
I put a lot of work into this.
No.
Let’s dance.
[helicopter passing overhead]
Jack?
Oh, good, it’s you.
-Can I sit? -No.
I’m gonna sit.
Please don’t sit.
I’ll make this quick.
I just want you to know that me and Cheyenne -
I do not want to hear about you
-and Cheyenne. -It’s over.
We’re not together anymore.
We will dance together, and it will be very professional,
but other than that, we’re done.
However...
...your sister and I...
...we’re not done.
Boy, I’m really having to do most of the talking today.
I’m not used to that. [clears throat]
Okay, look.
I know how you feel about me, how your family feels about me,
and I know it was ugly and messy in the past
and a lot of that shit fell on you, and I’m sorry.
But this thing with Quinn.
I don’t know if it’s forever, but it’s definitely for now.
And I got to see it through.
So I’m staying.
Here.
And hopefully I’ll still be dancing.
Here.
Because I realize I’m not done with that either.
I want to stay in the company.
I’ll do whatever crazy shit you want me to do to earn my place here.
Or you can release me, but I’ll go straight over to ABT
or Joffrey or I’ll hop a train to Boston, whoever will take me.
I just want to dance.
[sighs]
[clucks tongue]
So...
…let me know.
[sighs]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[Nicholas] My goodness, you look terrible.
Your hair.
It’s a disaster.
Nicholas?
[Nicholas] Yes.
-You’re awake. -I am.
You’re awake!
Dr. Newman! Dr. Newman!
-He’s awake! You’re awake, right? -He’s awake.
-Wide awake. -[Jack] He’s wide awake!
Please! Dr. Newman! Dr. Newman!
-He’s awa - -[woman over P.A.] Dr. Newman,
-please report to room 512. Dr. Newman. -He’s...
[both crying]
Oh, dear.
I’m guessing this was far worse than Düsseldorf.
Yeah. Kind of.
[laughs]
[♪ Pomplamoose plays “Mr. Blue Sky”]
[shouting]
[whoops]
He’s back! He’s back!
He’s back! Nicholas is back!
He’s back!
Nicholas is back. [shouts]
It’s a fucking miracle!
I’m sorry for yelling the word “fucking” in a workplace environment, but fuck me!
He lives!
He’s Frankenstein! He’s Dracula!
He’s Wolverine before Logan.
He’s immortal!
He’s alive!
He sat up and talked to me.
Stuff a goose!
It’s a Christmas miracle!
He’s awake?
I need to report to stage.
-[Jack] Program? Enjoy the show. -[Marie] Hello there. Program?
-Program? Enjoy the show. -Hi there. Program?
-Program? -Hello there. Hi there.
-Program? Enjoy the show. -Program?
-Program? You enjoy the show. -Hello there.
-Program? -Program? Enjoy the show.
Jack, my boy!
I’m a little busy right now. Enjoy the show.
Program? Enjoy the show.
Hard work looks good on you.
I just heard the wonderful news about Nicholas returning from the dead.
I’ve done that a couple of times myself.
Not an easy task.
-I’m sure it’s not. -And what a break for you
that you ignored my advice about Cheyenne.
Imagine if you had offered her the job, hmm?
And imagine if she’d taken it.
My God, that would be a pickle.
A big fat kosher dill.
-[bell chiming] -Ah, there’s my cue.
Got to get into my seat.
We wouldn’t want to miss all the drama now, would we?
Program?
Enjoy the show.
[applause, cheering]
-[♪ Sparks sings “I Married Myself”] -♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Together, together ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Together, together ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Long, long walks on the beach ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Candlelight, dinner’s home ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last forever ♪
♪ Forever, forever ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Together, together ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Together, together ♪
♪ Together ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last forever ♪
♪ Forever, forever ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last forever ♪
♪ Forever, forever ♪
[Sparks vocalizing]
♪ ♪
♪ This time ♪
♪ It’s gonna last ♪
♪ This time ♪
♪ It’s gonna last ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Long, long walks on the beach ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
So, the guy falls in love with a bird?
No, he falls in love with a princess who’s a bird during the day.
It’s a very weird story.
What are you doing here?
I came to the performance because I wanted to see you dance.
And then I came here because I wanted to see you.
I was told you always bring a ballerina flowers.
Or some bacon.
Ah. Next time.
So, first ballet?
-Yep. -Did you fall asleep?
No.
Once, but you were not onstage.
I don’t think.
There were a lot of feathers up there.
[both chuckle]
Would you like to go get some bacon to go with those flowers?
I have a lot more questions about the story.
Okay.
So, why a swan?
Why not turn her into a penguin?
[Mishi laughs]
Are all the questions going to be this stupid?
Absolutely.
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Long, long walks on the beach ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Candlelight dinners home ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ This time it’s gonna last ♪
♪ Forever, forever, forever ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Do, do ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do ♪
♪ Do, do ♪
♪ Hey, baby, how you doin’? ♪
♪ Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey ♪
♪ You’re fine, so fine ♪
♪ Long, long walks on the beach ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ Candlelight dinners home ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ Long, long walks on the beach ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ Candlelight dinners home ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪
♪ This time, it’s gonna last ♪
♪ Forever, forever, forever ♪
♪ I married myself ♪
♪ I’m very happy together ♪
♪ Long, long walks on the beach ♪
♪ Lovely times ♪♪
[applause, cheering]
Cheyenne...
Cheyenne, you have to bow. Cheyenne.
[Yana] Where are you going? Don’t you leave with that costume!
I’ll handle her.
Cheyenne!
Slow down.
Hey!
We paid for those.
[crying]
[door opens]
[Jack] I didn’t have a chance to tell you about Nicholas. I’m sorry.
I don’t care about your stupid job.
You do care. Goddamn it, Cheyenne. Just admit it.
Why, does it matter?
Oh, give me a break, I had a shitty week, too.
I thought I had lost someone very important to me.
Geneviève is furious I offered you the job -
Geneviève hates me now. Because of you, she’s done with me.
Well, she’s done with me, too.
Geneviève is done with me,
Gael is done with me
and you are done with me, so I win the “done with me” game.
I am not done with you.
You filled my head with thoughts and dreams -
silly, stupid things and dances - but it was a lie.
No, it wasn’t. Nicholas was dead.
-Not anymore. -That’s not my fault.
But you’re happy he’s not dead.
Of course I’m happy he’s not dead. I’m thrilled he’s not dead.
-Thanks a lot. -Oh, come on.
[shoe clatters]
You were desperate when you offered me that job.
You never believed in me.
I do believe in you, he just didn’t die. I can’t control that.
Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God. What do I do now?
You’ll just fall back on being the world’s greatest dancer.
Me, I’m just alone and hated by everyone.
But at least you have room in there.
[Jack] Room in where?
In there.
You have room for others, for feelings.
I have no room.
Who the hell said that? Gael?
I am empty, I feel nothing.
You feel everything. That’s why you’re such an asshole.
That’s right. That is why I’m such an asshole.
I’m an asshole.
You’re not, I...I didn’t mean that.
I don’t want to be hollow.
You’re not hollow.
I don’t want to feel this. I...
[crying]
I want...I want...
This was a bad idea 5 years ago.
It’s an even worse idea now.
[♪ Sons of Raphael play “A Nation of Bloodsuckers”]
♪ Golden caves ♪
♪ of creatures ♪
♪ with eyes that shine in the dark ♪
♪ Children crying ♪
♪ To the sound of machine guns ♪
♪ In my backyard ♪
He’s coming. He’s coming. He’s coming, guys.
[murmuring]
[all gasping]
[laughter, cheering]
Daddy’s home, babies!
[cheering continues]
[cheering, whistling]
Oh! [laughing]
[cheering]
[laughs]
[cheering continues]
[Nicholas] Hello, hello!
[sighs]
Nicholas.
You’re back.
Why, yes, I am.
We’ll see.
[♪ Sons of Raphael play “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah”]
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I’m a jerk that makes you cry ♪
♪ But there’s just no other guy ♪
♪ like me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ When there’s just no place to hide ♪
♪ that is when I go inside ♪
♪ Jolene ♪
♪ I don’t feel like dancing ♪
♪ when there’re ticks out in the streets ♪
♪ And when popular music ♪
♪ soothes the plain old savage beast ♪
♪ And my gloves are stained with blood ♪
♪ Solar panels on my head ♪
♪ And my manfulness is bound ♪
♪ with sado ropes ♪
♪ I’m seeing red ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I’m a jerk that makes you cry ♪
♪ But there’s just no other guy ♪
♪ like me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ When there’s just no place to hide ♪
♪ that is when I go inside ♪
♪ Jolene ♪♪