Original subtitles

My name is Lena Grisky and I go to the best ballet school in the world.

I have a secret.

I'm a time traveler from 1905

and my boyfriend Henri is doing everything he can to get me home.

♪ I can feel my heart skipping Go off the beat ♪

♪ Things are pacing too fast out on the streets ♪

♪ And I try to stay on my feet along the way ♪

♪ Another crazy day Okay, okay ♪

♪ Wake up, wake up, wake up into a new world ♪

♪ Watch out, watch out, watch out and hold on strong, girl ♪

♪ It's time to show myself what I can be ♪

♪ Figure out my life and still be me ♪

♪ Wake up, wake up, wake up and welcome to my world ♪

(Lena) Previously...

Some other underground crew stole our choreography...

Yo, that's our baroque piece!

And Max got into a fight with its leader...

Surprise. Hermanito.

Also, turns out that our guest choreographer is Max's father...

What are you doing here? I wanted to see how my son was doing.

Everyone feels so betrayed.

He told us his parents were dead.

But I'm sticking by him.

I feel bad about bailing on the Blok rehearsal last night.

You should. He needed us last night. Don't. He deserved it.

He lied to us, remember?

So, is Max even his real name?

(Lena) Oh, come on. You can't stay mad at him forever.

(Thea) Can't we, Lena?

Guys, he's our friend.

Yes, he messed up, but he feels really bad about it.

He's got all this stuff with his dad.

He needs our support right now.

(Armando) Good afternoon. (clears his throat)

I'm very happy to have my assistant here with me today,

who also happens to be my son.

This is Reuben.

Hey, guys. Nice to meet you.

(Dash) So, wait... That guy's... (Jeff) Max's brother?

More secrets and lies.

(Armando) Okay, shh shh. Let's get started, shall we?

We're going to have some fun with this end of season show.

We'll take a very classic ballet and make it very current.

So, Reuben, if you could pair with Lena there, please.

(Reuben) We go from the turn to the développé.

(classical piano music plays)

(Armando) Good extension, lovely, good.

Lovely. Turn and chassé, good.

Find the eyeline, lovely! And good.

Great, let's just hold it there, thank you. Good. Very nice.

So, partner up.

(chattering in the background)

You'll get better. OK.

(Dash whispers) Look busy. (Jeff) Oh, oh...

Hey.

Don't overwork your ankle. Me?

You'll pay for that later.

Take it easy, yeah? (Dash) Hm. Thanks. (fake laugh)

We're doomed. Yeah.

(Jeff groans)

Hey, Lena, right?

(Jeff groans) Why didn't Max tell us that's his brother?

They went head to head in the Blok challenge.

Well, clearly, there's more to the story.

No, Dash is right. This is a situation.

OK, we need a plan, a strategy, a work-around. The upper hand. Something!

OK? He can now bust us with one word to Ms Carré, and it's all Max's fault.

Oh. Cool moves in there, bro,

but try to keep up with the choreography.

Unless it's too hard for you? (scoffs)

I thought we weren't going to do this. No.

I said I wasn't going to come to your little boys' club

that you call a school, hermanito.

Now you're in my world. This is payback.

So, are we done? Not even close.

Hey, very nice work in there, chica. You've got real talent.

(Armando) OK, break is over, everyone. Let's go.

I want connection and focus.

And seven, and eight, and one and two. Three, four... Oh..

(Lena whispers) Stop changing the choreography!

What are you doing? Stop it! (grunts)

(Armando) Stop, stop, stop!

Max...

What are you doing?

Making some changes.

Yes, I can see that, but I want the piece performed, not interpreted.

Well, your choreography is just a little conservative. I was just making it better.

I see. So more jumping like a bunny rabbit?

More swinging your limbs without purpose? More confusing your partner?

More interesting. Or we can go with yours and put the audience to sleep.

But it's your call at the end of the day... boss. (students gasp)

OK, here's what you've done.

You've replaced thoughtful choreography with your ego, like an amateur.

So get out.

(shouts) Now!

(Lena sighs)

(Armando clears his throat)

OK. Next two up, please.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

You didn't embarrass me. You just keep embarrassing yourself.

Oh, so it's my fault? Why are you taking his side?

Because your side doesn't make sense.

You're just too stubborn and entitled to see it.

(laughs)

So, is this the big, 'are you gonna tell on us' moment?

Come on, man, just tell us if you're gonna tell on us. I can't take this.

Why would I tell on you? Huh?

(Reuben) I want you to dance. Anywhere. Everywhere.

You are at this school to learn ballet.

But you learn to dance by dancing.

Maybe even for me...

Was that a riddle?

What does that even mean? It means we're good, bro.

Were you raised in a fairy tale?

He was blackmailing us.

He's saying there is no Blok. Not anymore.

He's saying we have to dance for him, or he'll tell Ms Carré.

(ticking clock and magical tinkling noises)

(sighs)

(Oscar) Maybe we should take a break.

No, no, come on. Keep going. I can do this.

(electronic sound) (Oscar) Finally!

(Henri gasps)

Whoa... What?

Good. Now reverse the process.

(hesitant) OK.

(grunts) Ouch!

OK. You can't really stop something in time.

You only slow it down to a point where you can't see it move. But it's still moving.

(sighs) Are you sure we should be training him?

I mean that timepiece can do a ton of weird stuff.

We have to prepare him, at least.

(sighs)

I'm not going to lie, son.

The Time Collectors won't give up.

And Francie will be right back here when she finds out you gave her the fake timepiece.

At least you'll have a chance. You'll be somewhat prepared.

You seem to have a gift for getting out of trouble. And getting in it.

Well...

We have that in common.

OK, let's try again.

May I join you?

What do you want?

I'd like to have dinner with my son.

Oh, OK. Um...

I think Reuben's around here somewhere.

Here we go...

You're both my sons.

Yeah, well. You took him and then you sent me off to boarding school.

Great parenting. Thank you, Dad.

That's not the way it happened and you know it.

It's the way I remember it.

Your mother took you both back to England.

And then you insisted that Reuben come with you when you joined the Empire Ballet.

No, Reuben came to New York with me when he didn't get into Harrow and you did,

and your mother was too busy globe-hopping to look after him.

Don't talk to me about her.

So, I heard the kids talking.

(scoffs)

You really said we were both dead? Did you have to make it so... permanent?

Why have you come here?

Is it really to torture me?

No.

I came here to get to know you. Oh great, so now you're interested in my life?

(scoffs) OK.

OK, let's see.

After purposely getting expelled from Harrow just to torture your mother,

you auditioned for the Grand Prix under an alias,

and won a spot in every elite ballet school in Europe.

You picked the Paris Opera Ballet School, not only because it was the best,

but because you thought I would never come back here, right?

But who do you think convinced your mom to let you come here?

But yeah, you're right.

I'm not interested.

What's my favorite band?

What's my favorite food?

What is my favorite color?

Hey, guys. Hey.

What's for dinner? Perfect timing, as usual, Reuben.

Here, you can have mine.

I bet you know what his favorite color is.

Food: chicken salad from Fancy Fresh Cafe.

Band: Halo Sun. Color: green.

You heard that? We all heard it.

You heard everything?

That you're an amazing dancer? How proud he is?

Yeah. We heard that too.

(sighs)

My parents adopted Reuben when we were still living in Spain.

He was a street kid.

He had no-one.

And I worshipped him.

He was an incredible dancer, even then.

We were inseparable.

And then...

It's OK.

You can tell me.

Well, he came to visit me at boarding school,

which was very different to what we were both used to.

And he did his whole "Reuben" thing.

He started a big fight.

I don't know how he got into it, but... it was big enough.

It's just easier to pretend sometimes that you're alone.

You know?

I get it.

I did a lot of strange things when I first got here.

Trust me. Being a... princess can be weird.

I've just wanted to pretend to be someone else sometimes too.

(chuckles)

Follow me.

Come on. Nothing gets fixed by you just sitting there.

(laughs)

(both laugh)

(Thea) OK. So here's the intel.

Reuben is an amazing dancer.

He's also a really big deal in the underground scene in New York and Madrid.

So can somebody tell me how dancing with him would be the worst thing in the world?

(Jeff) Uh... It wouldn't be.

But it wouldn't be the Blok, either.

Maybe we can ask him to leave us out of it. Max can take the hit.

I mean, the Blok was his idea, anyway.

Dash, are you serious? Um...

That's cold. (Jeff) Yeah, I'm not selling out my boy.

OK, so we know that's not an option.

What are we gonna do about Reuben?

(hip-hop music plays)

(Jeff) Hmm... Hmm?

Those moves are signature Max. Uh-uh. That's a stretch...

No, he's right.

(Thea) That backflip is Max's go-to.

You don't think he's...

That Reuben's here to rip off more of the Blok. Yeah, I do.

Don't be so paranoid. Don't be so naive.

So... You've been rehearsing this whole time under the school.

But you've never been caught. Yeah, Max was always careful.

See, street dance is about taking risks.

Risks that you can't take upstairs.

You're a crew, but Max is only one part of that crew. Or he was... (scoffs)

So now what?

(suspenseful music)

I promise to observe and not interfere.

I will erase marks made by others, and not make any myself.

I will not give time, nor take any away.

I will let it pass, again and again.

Congratulations, Henri. You just took the Time Traveler's Oath.

I'm gonna fix this.

I'm gonna get Lena home, stop the Time Collectors

and redirect Francie away from us.

Good luck, my son. Thanks, Dad.

You gave me more than that.

(hip-hop music plays) (cheering and whooping)

Wooh!

(cheering)

(cheering continues)

(whooping)

What's this?

Isn't it cool?

Kids come here for all kinds of fun things.

(scoffs) Yeah. It's a youth center. I know that, but what are we doing here?

Don't be mad.

What have you done, Lena?

Well... A lot of these kids don't have families and...

I thought it would help you appreciate the one you have.

You could remember where Reuben came from

and use who you actually are to make a difference.

I spent a lot of time working with kids back home.

Part of the "Princess duties". And these kids love to dance.

And... they don't have a teacher.

(cheering)

Wait, Lena...

Lena! Hi, everyone.

So this is your new teacher.

He is one of the brightest students at the Paris Opera Ballet School.

And you're really lucky to have him.

Max Alverez Castillo. (laughs)

Maybe he's lucky to have me. I can give you some pointers.

Now let's see what you've got.

OK, OK...

Wow.

Look at that move. Really good. Yeah, I loved it.

(gasping)

(chattering)

(whooping)

Wow. Yes.

That's ballet.

Well, yeah... Of course it is.

Ballet is the foundation for all dancing. Come on, you need to know the basics.

Yeah, thanks. But I think we got the basics down.

Check it.

(sing) Hey! Hey! Hey!

(applause)

That looks like a challenge to me.

What do you think, Lena, can you put some music on?

(hip-hop music plays) (cheering and whooping)

So, Henri...

You're working with Francie now?

Not a good idea, Henri...

(heavy breathing)

Oh! Hello, Henri.

I really should have seen that coming.

You know your friend Francie ruined the port-a-portal?

It's kind of hard not to take that personally.

(ticking clock and magical tinkling noises)

(ticking and tinkling slows down, then stops)

No way.

(laughs)

(laughs)

That was so easy. Pff.

Yo. Whoever you are, we've never heard of you.

But this is you hearing about us.

I've got myself a new crew. And we're calling you out.

As long as you still know how to bring it.

Well?

Do we know how to bring it?

Are we still the Blok?

Well, you know I am.

(Jeff) Come on, man. You're just jealous.

And I know you don't actually hate Max.

And I know you want to serve it to those little kids. Admit it.

(Ines laughs)

(Dash) OK, yeah. I'm in.

Are you gonna say you're in?

(in Thea's voice) 'Oh my god, I really want to be in. Thank you so much for asking me.'

No problem, T, I got you! Don't worry.

(Jeff) Hey. Reuben.

We're the Blok.

You can do whatever you gotta do, man. But we're out.

Yeah, I know.

You're a crew.

And you wouldn't be a crew without Max.

So I'm gonna keep your secret.

(Ines and Dash laugh)

You mean you're not going to sell us out to Ms Carré?

Nah... I wouldn't do that.

I noticed you were mad at Max.

Sometimes it's OK to be mad and still be in a crew.

Maybe I needed to play the villain to let you know that.

Whoa... You may not be evil, but you're mad sneaky, yo. (all laugh)

I'm still gonna crush you with my crew,

but for now, you have a challenge.

I told you they'd come.

You got questions, big man?

We're Max's crew. Who are you?

Hey. We're Max's crew.

We'll dance for it.

Oh. Alright.

(cheering) (Lena laughs)

(hip-hop music plays)

Yo. Hey.

Ah, yo. Hit that Milly Rock.

(laughing) Hey.

(whooping and cheering)

(cheering continues)

Alright, alright.

Wow! Hey.

(whooping and cheering continues)

(more cheering)

Wooh!

(cheering)

(whooping and cheering)

That's... cute.

Until next time, hermanito.

Yeah, when's that gonna be, Reuben?

Well...I guess you're gonna have to wait and see.

Just know that I let your little Blok stay together

just so I can destroy it myself.

Hey, hold up. Huh?

Uh, I did something really dumb.

I lied to my friends.

I know it was a horrible thing to do. Because these guys believed in me.

And I call them my friends, but I definitely don't treat them that way.

That's low, Ballet.

(all chuckle)

Yeah... Yeah, I know, sprout.

It's Hugo.

(Dash laughs) Woooooooo!

Are we gonna dance or what?

(cheering)

We good?

We will be.

Maybe if you do my laundry or something.

(scoffs) No chance.

(laughs)

(hip-hop music in the background)

So, are you glad that you don't have to pretend to be that guy anymore?

Hey, that's still me.

(imitates Max) 'Yo, chica. Watch and learn.

All this, no formal training.'

OK, OK... please.

Maybe not that part, but... the rest of it is still me...

Well, that's good.

Why's that?

Cause I really like that guy.

(laughs)

(Jeff) Hey. Yo, what's up, Thea? What are you looking at?

Hey, what is it? (gasps)

Oh, just look at me. Come on, let's just dance.

(both chuckle)