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♪ You'll know the right words

♪ They're all in your head

♪ So wake up in the morning and get out of bed

♪ The dreams you've been dreaming

♪ Well, right now's the time

♪ You build up these monsters

♪ They're just in your mind

♪ If you feel it in your heart

♪ Then sing it loud

♪ Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh

♪ I know you know who you are So sing it loud

♪ It's all about you

♪ You just gotta know, gotta know

♪ You can do it on your own

♪ Guess that's why I wrote this song... ♪

♪ You know it's about you It's always about you

♪ So let it go. ♪

Bye-bye, orphanage!

Slowly! Almost there!

Stop!

- Shhh! - Ha!

Where is Felicie?

Uh, sir, I don't know.

What are you looking at, you idiot?

Whoa!

Go get Felicie!

You know, I'm having a little bit of trouble

knowing which direction...

- Now! - Ugh!

Ouch! Ah!

Victor!

- Can you help me? - Ha!

Stop! Stop doing your grumpy face!

I'm not, I'm just a little bit hurt that you were...

..I don't know, escaping without me!

Escaping? Me?

No, I was just looking at the spectacular view!

Because, you know, you wouldn't last

more than five minutes out there without me.

Ha! Ha!

Don't start! You know how this ends.

We arrived at the same time,

and we'll escape at the same time.

I promise!

OK!

Hey, Victor! Hiyah!

Oh, no! Here we go!

Whoo! Whoo!

Whoo!

♪ You just gotta know, gotta know

♪ You can do it on your own

♪ This is why I wrote this song

♪ You know it's about you... ♪

- Whoo-hoo! - ♪ So let it go. ♪

This is the last time!

- We're sorry! - We're sorry, and...

Tut-tut-tut! Let them go! You, go to your room.

Thank you! Thank you, Mother Superior.

Enough. Go to your room.

And may I just say that you are looking very...

- Enough. - ..superior today.

- Enough! - OK!

Felicie, I know you have this dream of being a dancer.

- We all know it! - But I...

Tut-tut-tut! All the world has a dream.

But get this into your head - dreams are not reality.

Dreams are buried because life is

hard, brutal and without pity.

- But... - Tut-tut-tut!

Agreed?

Agreed.

A dance school in Paris, little lady,

the Opera de Paris,

full of dancers and dance!

Where did you find this?

I have my sources. OK? Enough!

- Can I see it again? - No.

Please!

No, but if you escape with me tonight, you have my word.

I will take you to this dance school,

and you will become the greatest dancer,

and I will become the greatest inventor ever!

- Do you have a plan? - A brilliant plan!

A plan worthy of my total, utter, unquestionable genius.

- Let me see. - After we escape.

- Now! Now! - No!

- I said after. - Now!

- After! - Now!

- After! - Ow!

A dance school in Paris.

Hmm.

Shhh! It's me! Come on!

Oh, my!

Is a chicken part of your brilliant plan?

- Affirmative! - Great!

Aaah!

I'm taking this pitiful deserter

to Mother Superior.

OK, Sister. Hmm...

Hmm?

Ahh!

Emergency! Emergency! Activate Plan B!

- This way! - Activate Plan B!

That was your best ever plan?

You are so critical!

And you're a terrible escaper!

'Escaper' is not a word!

Ow! God, not again!

Get back down here!

Open this door!

For the last three months,

I have been studying chickens.

- I know how they eat. - Open this door!

I know how they walk.

I know how they lay an egg.

There is nothing about a chicken that I do not know!

Ta-da!

I call them chicken wings!

Chickens don't fly!

But they have wings. They must fly.

You fly, don't you?

Fly!

Uh-oh!

I'm going to... Grrr!

Come here, you rascals!

- Goodbye! - What?

Let's go!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

One day, everyone will travel like this!

Ow!

My music box!

Victor! He's behind you!

I've got my eye on you! You're not going anywhere!

Aaah! Oh no!

Hang on!

Thanks!

Victor, watch out!

Yeah! Ha-ha! Now I've got you!

I see you!

This way! Let's go!

- Wait! - Oh! Oh, no!

- Yah! - Grab on! Grab on!

- Oh! Let me go! - Let him go!

Let me go, stinky! Oh!

That went well, no?

You're unbelievable.

I know.

Victor, we actually did it!

Yes, we actually did!

Oh.

I can fix this.

But I should say

that seeing as this is the one thing

that was in your crib when you were left outside the orphanage,

you should take a teeny-tiny, eensy-weensy

little bit more care of it.

Fixed! Don't thank me!

And tomorrow, chérie, Paris...

..will be ours.

Good morning, sunshine!

Eww! When's the last time you brushed your teeth?

Start with this one.

Whoa!

Ugh!

I can't see where we are.

Relax! We're in Paris! Aaah!

Quiet! We're going to get caught!

Not another noise out of you.

That wasn't me!

Wow!

- It's incredible! - Paris is amazing.

So, where's the dance school?

Relax, Felicie!

Enjoy Paris. Breathe it in.

Hi there!

Love your moustache, monsieur!

Ah, yes, Paris!

City of romance. City of dreams.

City of fame and fortune!

City of lamp posts. City of pigeons.

Did I say romance?

Yes, you did. Now, where's the dance school?

Uh, I don't know.

Don't worry. We're a team.

- We'll find it together. - Ugh!

Do you think it was stupid to come to Paris?

Don't say that! We should never give up on our dreams.

We're kids! We're all alone.

Was I really crazy to think I could be a dancer?

What do you think?

Victor?

I said...

Victor?

- I'm OK! - Come back!

I can't swim!

Meet me on this bridge at this time tomorrow.

No matter how dangerous it is,

I will return!

Victor! Come back!

Don't leave!

Please.

Huh?

Aaah!

What have you come here to do, huh?

You came here to steal, didn't you?

Answer me! You're a thief!

I wasn't stealing! I was looking at the dancer!

Liar! Empty your pockets!

- Get off me! - Oh, yeah?

Leave her alone.

She came here to steal!

I didn't! I really didn't!

Think this through.

If you hurt her, then you will have to explain

how she got here in the first place,

and aren't you supposed to be taking care of the building?

Do you really want to take the fall for this?

Clear off.

- Wait! - Go. Get out of here.

I have nothing to steal!

I-I can't sp... I can't speak!

I just wanted to say thank you for saving me!

You've said it. Have a nice life.

Excuse me, but who was that dancer on stage?

Rosita Mauri, top dancer at the Opera.

Wow!

And what she did - that crazy jumpy thing, what was that?

Are you a dancer too?

I'm a cleaner, and you are an irritation.

Go away.

But you're the first person

to show me any kindness in this city.

I've been separated from my best friend.

I have nowhere to go,

and I'm an orphan.

Nice try, but I hate kids,

especially orphans.

Go find another idiot.

The stairs, Odette.

The stairs are a disgrace.

I have guests tomorrow afternoon,

and I want my building looking worthy top to bottom.

I understand, ma'am.

If you understand,

why are you entering your rooms?

Let me help you!

Get out of here!

You need me. I can clean.

In fact, 'Squeaky Clean' is my middle name.

I'm young. My legs work. Yours don't.

Uh, it's gonna feel so much easier with me helping.

Are you coming?

Whoa! That's a lot of stairs.

- Are you the caretaker? - Yes.

And you can stay with me until you get on your feet,

on one condition - no more questions.

How long can I stay?

Ugh. That was a question.

By the way, who was that witch?

Regine Le Haut. She owns this building.

And she eats ginger orphans with ponytails.

Now, clean!

Huh? How long have you worked here?

Do you have a nickname? Wanna know mine?

Will I have my own bed? What's your favourite soup?

Do you snore? Are you a morning person?

What's your favourite fruit?

What do you have for breakfast? I love baguette and jam.

I escaped from the orphanage to become a pupil at the Opera.

Did you?

You work there, so you must know people.

- Could you help me? - Don't hold your breath.

What that étoile did yesterday, oh, it was so magical.

I love dancing. Do you love dancing?

Is that because you've got a limp?

- Get up. - Yes, ma'am.

- Who is this? - No-one. She helps.

You feed it out of your wages.

Yes, ma'am.

I want you to air and press the linen. Now!

Hmm...

It's not clean.

Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa! Oh!

Oh! Whoa!

Hello!

Servants are supposed to knock. Who are you?

I'm Felicie. I work with Odette. I clean.

♪ Da-da-da-dum! ♪

OK! I'm done. 'Bye now!

Wait, little rat! You were spying, weren't you?

- I don't think so. - Yes, you were.

You were admiring

the most wonderful dancer you've ever seen.

Isn't that so, little rat?

You're not THE most wonderful dancer.

- Yesterday I saw... - Don't be insolent!

- Are you a ballet dancer? - I will be.

Mother and I are waiting

for the letter that admits me to the Opera.

I am so talented!

Plus the director dines in my mom's restaurant,

and he loves the prime rib.

So this time next year, I shall be a famous ballerina.

Ballerina! Me too!

Reality check, little rat!

You're nothing. I'm a star!

You're just orbiting around me.

What's that?

Have you stolen something from me?

- No. - Show me! What is it?

It's mine, and it's precious.

Oh!

I'm sure.

- Fetch! - No!

Oops!

Oh!

Oh!

A letter for Madame Regine Le Haut and Mademoiselle Camille

from the Opera.

Hmm! Handmade paper! Embossed! Blue ink!

Oh, how rude!

Children today have no manners!

Give me that!

You are not Camille Le Haut!

- Of course I am. - No, you're not!

This time I call the police!

Police? Police? Why? No!

♪ La la la la... ♪

What's going on here?

Um, she says she's Camille Le Haut.

Hmm... Are you Camille Le Haut?

Uh... yes?

Hmm... She IS Camille Le Haut!

Return to your post, my friend.

Alright, please yourselves.

Welcome, Miss Le Haut! Charmed!

Charmed!

I am Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil,

director of the Opera.

You are here because your mother serves

the best prime rib in Paris.

Oh! I hope you dance as well.

Of course.

♪ When I look at my life

♪ Wanna see myself shine on the dance floor

♪ But I won't get it right

♪ Until I stop asking why and just let it go

♪ Sometimes I take a look at my life

♪ I take a look at my life

♪ And say oh, oh Wanna get it

♪ Yeah, gotta get to the pot of gold

♪ Looking for the rainbow... ♪

♪ To break the storm inside of me... ♪

You're not a dancer, are you?

- Yes, I am! - Who would've thought?

Return to your class!

OK!

Oh, greatest ballet master of all time!

Oh, most talented choreographer in the universe and beyond!

He is handsome! He is elegant!

He is strong! He is powerful! He is the man!

You want something from me?

How did you know? Yes!

I have enrolled Camille Le Haut in your class.

Thank you.

♪ Looking for the rainbow

♪ To break the storm inside of me

♪ The rainbow

♪ To take the clouds that are hiding me

♪ All I want is someone to heal the heart of me

♪ The rainbow... ♪

Hi! Hello!

OK. Super.

- I'm Felicie! - Felicie?

Uh, no, no, no! No, sorry.

I'm f-friendly, ever so friendly.

And my name is Camille.

OK. I'm Nora, but everyone calls me Nora.

That's the name that goes with my face.

- Hey, you should warm up! - Warm up?

Oh, my! That is crazy!

I'm guessing you're new, my darling.

You can tell that because...

- Who is that? - You are joking, right?

It's Louis Merante,

ballet master, world-famous choreographer,

the man who performed the most fouettés ever in a single solo.

Fou-whats?

Turns. Really difficult turns.

Eighteen in total, and right after, he vomited!

Silence, mam'selle! First position!

- Uh... - Second!

- What? - Third!

- Uh... - Fourth, and rest in fifth!

Huh? Oh!

Today is an important day.

I've gathered all the coryphées together

to audition for the part of Clara in 'The Nutcracker',

which will debut on Christmas Eve and star Rosita Mauri.

Rosita? Rosita Mauri?

- Oh, I don't believe it! - Ahem!

So every girl in this room has a chance

to dance in my new ballet, except you.

You've all worked hard, except you!

You are here because of talent and guts.

- Except me. - Exactly!

Starting tomorrow, we'll have an audition.

One of you will be eliminated each day.

So, tomorrow, little rich girl,

no matter what strings you pulled to get here,

that will be you!

But my mother serves the best prime rib in Paris!

I am a vegetarian.

First, second. Second.

No, second, third.

Third? Third?

Third, fourth.

Fifth? Fifth. First. Second.

- Hello! - Third. Third?

Bonjour!

- Fifth, sixth. - How are you?

- There is no sixth. - Well, I'm happy to see you too.

- Oh, Victor! - Hello!

I have so many things to tell you!

Me too.

Wow! This time, it's really broken.

Can you do something?

Don't worry, I've got it.

I am the winner of our little bet.

What bet?

You know, the one about who gets their dream first.

- I am going to be an inventor! - Really?

You're just jealous that, in 24 hours,

I've got a job with the man who is building that!

Did you bump your head when you fell in the boat?

Nope!

Yesterday, after you got separated,

I just took a quiet walk around the streets of Paris.

It was all good, totally good.

I was really not scared at all.

I met some charming locals who helped me find my way.

And you will never believe this,

but then I stumbled on a Breton bar

and I got a big, warm and friendly welcome.

They welcomed me like a brother, a son, a nephew!

And then I met this super guy called Mathurin.

We talked, we laughed, we danced together,

and then my new best buddy and I

decided to head home to his place.

And you are never, ever going to believe this

but he works in the atelier of Gustave Eiffel,

the nicest, best

and most magnetic inventor

in the whole world!

I am going to be

the most famous engineer's right-hand man.

Oh, and I've gone back to square one with my chicken wings.

I am now working on combining air velocity

with fibrous catchment systems.

I'm trying a kite.

- Wow! I made progress too! - Really?

I'm a dancer. Yes! Yes!

A student at the Opera.

And soon I'm going to be an étoile at the Opera de Paris.

You, a dancer at the Opera?

OK, and may I know how you came to be at the Opera?

By the door, I saw some lights and...

- Liar! - OK!

It's Camille Le Haut, the one who broke my music box.

- Liar! - She wanted to apologise.

- Liar! - Let me finish.

Liar, liar...

She gave me the letter that allowed her into the Opera.

When you're lying, your nose shivers.

You're exhausting!

I stole her identity.

What? You stole it? Are you insane?

Whoa! Whoa! Uh-oh!

- Whoa! - Victor!

Victor! Victor!

- Whoa! - Victor!

- Come back! Don't leave! - I'LL BE BACK!

Again?

♪ You're gonna be somebody

♪ You'll be bigger than Mars... ♪

Oh!

♪ Walk on your star... ♪

Yeah!

♪ You're gonna take the title like the champion you are

♪ From Ibiza to L.A., London to Qatar

♪ You'll be somebody... ♪

♪ You'll be somebody... ♪

♪ You'll be somebody

♪ You're gonna be somebody... ♪

Whoo!

♪ You'll be bigger than Mars

♪ You'll be somebody

♪ You'll be somebody... ♪

And to finish, the splits.

Hmm?

Now rise.

The class is over,

and the person who's leaving us today is you.

You have the energy of a bullet,

but the lightness of a depressed elephant.

Pack your trunk!

Ahem!

- Rise, please, mam'selle. - But I like it here!

Rise now!

I'm stuck!

Get her out of here.

Didn't you say one person per class?

Very well. Until the next audition.

Then it really will be bye-bye.

Merante hates me.

Don't say that. That's just his way.

No, she's right. He hates you.

If he could, he'd smash your kneecaps with his cane.

Oh, I have no chance.

- There's always a chance. - Not always.

This might be one of those times there's no chance at all.

But I really wanna stay here.

Then you have 12 hours to work really hard, listen,

push yourself and then work some more.

- Who is that? - Rudi from the top boys class.

Holder of the Best Cheekbones at the Opera award.

I love him! He's so blond and shiny.

Oh, wow!

Ooh! You are new, yes?

Yes.

- She's Camille. - She has two eyes.

Ha! You have spirit, Camille, but your dancing sucks.

It's mine!

Who does he think he is?

Until we meet again, Minoushka!

Only in your dreams.

Felicie?

- What are you doing here? - I can explain!

There is nothing to explain.

Wait! Wait!

Whoa!

I'm sorry! Triple sorry.

If there was a bigger word for 'sorry', I'd say it.

I let you into my life, and you lied to me.

I don't like lies.

I could lose my job because of you.

I get it. I messed up.

But you don't understand.

Since I can remember, I've wanted to dance.

And when I saw Rosita Mauri

and she did those amazing moves,

I knew that's what I wanted to be.

I knew my dream could come true!

I know it's hard to understand.

You hate dancing.

But I just want you to know I'm truly sorry.

Any mail?

There is no mail.

As soon as there is, fetch it.

Can you dance?

Yes. At least, I think I can.

Training starts at 5am tomorrow.

Are you a teacher?

Do you have another option?

5am?

Time to train!

Jump and ring the bell!

- Why? - Just do it.

You don't want me to dance?

No talking. Jump and ring the bell!

Again.

You said we were going to train.

- This is it! Again! - Hmm!

Ha!

Felicie, you lack precision and finesse.

You have little or no sense of rhythm.

You're without balance, grace and charm.

Come on! You can't tell all that from one jump, can you?

You can.

On the good side, you have the energy of a bullet,

but you also have the lightness of a depressed elephant.

Hey! Merante used exactly the same phrase!

After 10 years of cleaning, you pick stuff up.

OK, now jump up, ring this bell,

land and do not splash the water.

But that's impossible.

I thought it was your dream to dance.

OK!

Come on!

♪ You're so unfair to yourself

♪ Got that feeling in your chest... ♪

- ♪ Can't look in the mirror... ♪ - Get lost.

- ♪ Can't see who you are... ♪ - Get lost!

Shoo! Shoo!

♪ You wanna be somebody else

♪ Every time you falter

♪ Every time you fall

♪ I can still see the road ahead... ♪

♪ You'll be brighter than the stars

♪ And you'll see how radiant you are

♪ I know you're full of doubt

♪ But don't let them bring you down

♪ 'Cause you're unstoppable

♪ Rising higher than the sun

♪ Climb all the way to the top

♪ Way up above the clouds

♪ They'll never bring you down 'cause you're unstoppable... ♪

You!

That was not merely bad,

it was a catastrophe wrapped in a disaster

with a side order of bad.

Ta-ta!

♪ Hold on, don't let go... ♪

You, me, up.

♪ Even in the dark, you glow

♪ You'll be brighter than the stars

♪ And you'll see how radiant you are... ♪

It's incredible!

♪ They'll never bring you down... ♪

♪ 'Cause you're unstoppable... ♪

Last time we met, I was so very rude.

Let me introduce myself.

I am Rudolph Dimitriev Stanislaw Artiem Rankovsky...

..the Third.

Big choice of names there.

Don't worry. Everyone finds it hard at first.

But you and I are unique,

and we do not follow silly rules, yes?

How is that pick-up line working out for you?

It is no line. I say it only to you, Camille.

Just to you.

Et hop!

Minoushka!

Uh, are you alright, Camille?

Yep! I'm OK!

There's this boy, Rudolph, who, it turns out,

is a real Russian prince

with a castle and peacocks and cheekbones!

And he took me on the roof of the Opera,

and he was looking at me like this.

Then like this.

And then once like this.

Wait! Uh, a boy? What type of boy?

Peacocks? What type of cheekbones?

- And Rudolph? - He's a friend.

He says I'm gonna be everything I wanna be.

I say that too!

But he's deep as well.

Deep? Yeah, well, I have these.

Ta-da!

Whoo-hoo. Doors.

Yes, the doors to the atelier

of my new boss, engineer, genius.

If you saw what was behind these doors,

I would have to kill you.

Ahh!

Looks like you're gonna have to kill me, then!

Oh la la!

What's that?

The Statue of Puberty,

soon to go to America!

But it is a super secret,

so you did not see it, OK?

OK.

So, here's my office,

the home of big ideas and genius.

For example, here we see the plans

for chicken wings version 3.

Oh! Aaah! Ahem!

At the moment, my boss and I are working on several,

uh, important... ..inventions.

He, uh, he...

He calls me his ideas man.

Do you know how to use all this stuff?

Uh, not yet, but I... I have a chair!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Ha!

- Oh, hey, Victor! - He's the cleaner.

He's two sandwiches short of a picnic.

So the pencils all need sharpening,

and the boss wants us to polish his boots for tomorrow.

So, your big boss calls you his ideas man, huh?

Well, uh, he... he has the ideas,

and I think they're great.

But it's a start!

Hey, Victor, you were right for once.

Dreams can come true!

Oh! Oh! Oh no!

First position, second,

third, fourth, fifth.

These five positions form the basis of everything.

First position, second, third, fourth, fifth.

Now you jump.

First position, second, third, fourth, fifth.

And pose and smile!

It's when you're tired that you start to progress.

You were a dancer, weren't you?

No more questions.

Again!

Oh, to reach, you might need to stand on your pointes.

Feel the balance. Oh!

Your toes must be as flexible as willow

and hard as a rock.

First position!

Uh-uh-uh! No hands allowed.

What?

- Try this way. - Oh! Stop! Stop!

Oh!

You were a dancer, weren't you?

Of course I was a dancer, Sherlock Holmes.

To pirouette,

you must become the mistress of your dizziness.

Stare at a spot, and don't ever lose it.

OK, now come to me, and don't spill the water.

Whoa!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

♪ When you ask me to jump

♪ I say how high... ♪

Try to introduce your left foot to your right foot.

See if they can get along one day.

♪ I'm waiting in line

♪ But now that it's time... ♪

There's a bright future for you

as a candle seller.

♪ I'm gonna take what's mine... ♪

First position!

Second! Third!

Fourth, and rest in fifth.

Thank you, mam'selles.

That was... better!

Thanks!

I'm ready to do that crazy, jumpy thing.

And I'm the Empress Josephine.

I am!

Of course you are,

but there's a difference between being ready

and being ready to do it well.

That's why we train every day.

That's all we've been doing!

And then you'll be ready when you can answer the question,

"Why do you dance?"

I've answered it! It's my dream!

Oh! Oh!

Ow! Ow!

Oh!

By the way, that crazy jumpy thing is called le grand jeté,

and you're not ready.

Are you doing dance or kung-fu?

You are SO funny.

This is Victor. We escaped from the orphanage together.

Hello! I am loving your apron.

It seems that you are going out tonight.

Yep!

Bring her back late and you will be six inches smaller.

Of course, of course, of course!

It's a quiet, sober,

quiet, sober thing.

- Breton music? - Whoa!

Whoa! Excuse me!

Whoo!

- I love it here! - Whoo!

Let's party!

Did you say you loved me or the bar?

- Yeah! - Whoo!

Whoa!

Wow!

Whoo!

That's my girlfriend!

You're a lucky guy!

Oh, wow!

Oh! Oh!

I hope that tomorrow you act with a little more dignity.

Anyway, tonight was... a good performance.

Thank you, sir.

- Whoo! - Whoo-hoo!

I have no idea why you're happy, but it is great!

Whoo!

Well, I'd better go in.

I've got my audition tomorrow.

Of course! Sleep well. And I... I...

- What? - I think you're, uh...

I think you're great.

Thanks.

- What are you doing? - Uh, oh, nothing!

I'm stretching.

Yeah, gotta... Ooh, gotta get that one!

OK! Yeah, it's best I leave.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

- Hey, Victor! - Uh-huh?

I had the best time.

Thanks! Goodnight, Felicie.

Oh, sorry. Mademoiselle Camille Le Haut.

Wretch!

I want her put in prison!

She stole my life, my honour and my name!

I want it back!

- Too much. - OK.

What is your name?

My name is Felicie Lebras.

I come from an orphanage in Brittany.

I didn't mean to hurt Camille.

I just wanted to be at the Opera and...

I'm sorry.

Madame...

You traitor!

You knew this!

You stabbed me in the back!

- You are sacked! - Silence!

Alright, like it or lump it, here is my deal.

Miss Le Haut,

you may enter the coryphée class starting tomorrow.

And you will also be in the auditions

for the part in 'The Nutcracker'.

But I want to be clear,

if you sack Madame Odette, I will sack Camille.

You!

You made a terrible start to the classes,

and you have lied and cheated to be here.

But you have also shown great promise,

and you've worked hard and shown your dedication.

You must have a good teacher.

So you may also stay in the auditions.

If you get the part in 'The Nutcracker' fair and square,

you may become a coryphée too.

If you fail to get the part, then you must leave the Opera.

- Is that clear? - Yes.

Is that also clear to you, madame?

Clear.

Then, Felicie Lebras from Brittany,

your future at the Opera is in your hands.

Hmm!

What if she's good, Mother?

Get that part, do you hear me?

I want vengeance.

I will have it.

She even makes sweeping look graceful.

She was a good dancer, wasn't she?

Not just a good dancer. The best of her generation.

And then there was a fire onstage.

Oh!

What's this for?

For everything!

We don't have time for this.

We're talking about your future now.

You have only one opponent - Camille.

I have seen her. I know her.

Her technique is perfect,

and she is stronger than she looks.

She is precise, she is sharp,

and losing is not a word in her vocabulary.

Up, down! Up, down!

Up, down! Again!

- Up, down! - I'm tired.

'Tired' is for losers!

Again! I am going to get that part!

If you try to take her down on her turf, you will fail.

Your diet suffers from eating very little food.

Your muscles are like marshmallows.

In short, on paper, you're going to get humiliated.

Great pep talk! So, how do I get that part?

You get the part because you have something

she can only dream of - passion!

Build on this.

Feel your anger and your pain and your sorrow and your joy,

and put it all into your dance.

Live the music, feel it.

Every note, every sound, every harmony

needs to have your body vibrating

from the end of your hair to the tips of your toes.

And then, and only then, will you take her down.

Alright! The person leaving us today is...

Ahem!

Hmm!

This is the end of the road, Miss Nora.

What road?

Oh, I'm finished.

I like you. Beat her.

Camille and Felicie, tomorrow morning at 8:00am,

we will know which one of you will have the honour

of dancing Clara in 'The Nutcracker' with Rosita.

I can only advise you to give everything, ladies.

You've made lots of progress, dirty, little rat,

but tomorrow I am going to be the chosen one.

We'll see.

You can work as hard as you like,

you can train 24 hours a day,

but you will always be nothing!

- I am somebody. - Who exactly?

Answer me! Who are you?

You're nothing!

Nothing!

She's wrong, you know.

- You're not alone. - What?

You have me.

And I know exactly what we are going to do.

Tonight, to prove our connection,

we will embark on a little romantic party.

I offer you the Eiffel Tower.

I offer you fireworks.

- Tonight, 7:00pm. - I should train.

You don't need to train.

You don't need to know who you are.

You are unique.

Say that again?

Tonight.

Felicie, it gives me great pleasure

to present to you...

No!

Victor! I'm in the final audition!

Wow! Congratulations!

I have great news too. My boss finally spoke to me!

He said, "Get off my foot, you biological mutation!"

That's good, right?

Ugh! You have no class.

What, me? No class?

- Rudi has class. - Rudi again?

What, is he your boyfriend now?

No! He and I, we're connected.

OK, OK. You win!

I'll give you class and connectivity-ness.

Dinner! You and me.

Some knives and forks, napkins.

Uh, 7:00pm, north leg of the Eiffel Tower.

Is that a yes?

Yeah.

That's a yes.

Sit! I've got something for you.

They were mine. Now they're yours.

Wow! Thanks.

OK, enough talking.

Eat, and then we practise for tomorrow.

What?

Well, I'm going out with Rudi.

He says I'm ready. He says I'm unique.

Why do you dance?

Stop asking me that question!

When I was a dancer, the night before an audition,

I trained and then I rested.

- Rudi's waiting for me. - Stay!

No! You're not my mom!

I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

OK. Go, then.

Look at the bird.

Um...

No! Look at me. Look at the bird.

No! Hmm? Look at me.

This is a poem I composed in your honour.

Ah, of course, a poem.

"Look at the bird!

"He flies in the sky.

"No-one can trap him."

Do you like?

That's, uh...

..well, original.

I know. Thank you. Come on, Minoushka!

Let us go to the very top! To the stars!

OK, Matty, we practise.

Music, please! Classical!

OK, but that's not my musical comfort zone.

Oh, stop!

Stop, stop, stop!

We'll go Breton, but soft and romantic.

This will blow her away.

She arrives, she giggles.

I am looking dark and mysterious.

I give her the music box.

She's... "Oh! Oh!" Overwhelmed!

Uh, I don't know much about girls.

Frankly, they are a mystery to me.

But I do know that this one's not coming.

Young, innocent fool! Of course she will come!

I can already smell her perfume.

Oh, no! Oh, beggars! Ugh!

Paris is infested with beggars! Yuck!

- But... - Don't be afraid.

- But... - Quiet! Follow me.

Have no fear, I have developed a fighting technique

based on Cossack dancing.

Don't be ridiculous!

OK, stop right there! He's my friend!

Oh, is this some kind of joke?

No! This is Victor. We grew up together.

Oh, my! This is funny.

Friends, huh?

If we're friends, why are you looking so ashamed?

- I'm not looking ashamed. - Oh, yes, you are!

I feel sorry for you, Felicie.

- Oh! You're jealous. - No!

Ever since you started at the Opera,

who are you trying to be?

Mixing with this big, hairy asparagus?

- You're so sad. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I could knock you out with one flick of my tiny finger,

but that would make my finger dirty and smelly.

So, I'm dirty, but at least I don't spend my day in tights!

I can't believe this!

She is MY muse.

Yeah, well, she is my whatever-you-just-said, too,

with knobs on, asparagus!

Stop!

You're both idiots!

OK.

Well, goodbye, then.

Well, goodbye.

That is so low!

Oh, no! The audition!

Hmm...

- I'm sure this... - Watch it!

..production of 'Nutcracker' is going to...

Excuse me!

Hmm...

Hey!

Bravo! Bravo!

Thank you, mademoiselle.

The orphan is late. It's over.

Ahem!

Well, as Felicie did not deign to show up for the audition,

it is Camille who will dance with Rosita.

Wait! Wait! I'm here!

Please, please let me dance.

It's over! Don't you understand?

Sit down!

- I-I apologise. - Did you sleep?

Not much.

Did you train yesterday?

- No. - Why?

Alright, music!

Hmm!

- Start again. - She fell! She's eliminated!

Start again!

You remember our deal?

Camille, you will have the honour

of dancing Clara in 'The Nutcracker'.

Did you think it would end here, little rat?

No! Let me go! No!

Oh, no!

Please! Please!

Odette! No!

Odette!

Felicie!

You will never see her again.

And, of course, you're sacked.

Stop!

Where is Felicie?

Ahem!

I'm here.

Oh! Well, uh, good.

- She's lost her spirit. - Tut-tut-tut!

Pull yourself together, you big fool!

I know. I miss him too.

♪ Have you told me all? I've got things to say

♪ Hey, I'm talking to ya

♪ We got things to do We got plans to make

♪ And I wanna take ya with me

♪ Yeah, I wanna take ya with me... ♪

♪ But a far-off gaze is wide in me

♪ Can you feel it?

♪ And if you can't tell I'm a restless girl

♪ What are you hearing?

♪ Pack it all away Pack it all in one suitcase

♪ I got all I need, all I need to be free

♪ Pack it all away Pack it all in one suitcase

♪ I got all I need, all I need to be free

♪ Pack it all away Pack it all in one suitcase

♪ I got all I need, all I need

♪ I'm flying

♪ Pack it all away Pack it all in one suitcase

♪ I got all I need, all I need to be free

♪ Pack it all away Pack it all in one suitcase

♪ I got all I need, all I need

♪ I'm flying... ♪

OK, I was escaping,

but it's stupid, and you caught me.

So, a big sorry to you, and I'll just go back to the dorm.

- This way, quick! - Huh?

Whoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Thank you!

Go now.

Let me help you.

You need me. I can clean.

'Squeaky Clean' is my middle name.

In fact, I need you.

I wanna stay with you.

I'm so sorry! I really missed you!

Me too.

Come on.

Merante has given me a room in the attic.

There's a little corner for you.

Work starts at 6:00am. One hour for lunch.

6:00am?

I promise, he is not here.

Do you know when he's coming back? Please!

Well, actually...

Ow!

Nope! I don't know that.

So...

Will you please tell him that I'm sorry?

I've been unkind and foolish

and silly and stupid.

- And rude. - And rude.

Tell Victor that he's my best friend ever.

Oh!

Uh...

That's my other hand.

I have three hands, actually.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Goodbye, then.

'Bye, Victor.

That wasn't him.

He is not here.

Victor has worked a miracle! Who'd have thought?

He just has the look of a total nitwit.

He doesn't wanna speak to me ever again.

- He will. - No, no, no!

- Here we go! - Stop! As cold as lard!

Miss Le Haut, you perform tonight

and so far, we have no emotion!

But I'm doing exactly the steps you told me.

It's not enough to do the steps.

Find some anger or some pain or some love,

but find something!

She lacks this. Tonight will make that clear.

OK, I'm going to do the stairs in the lobby.

- You can finish here. - OK.

Leave it. Give it back.

Silly me!

I didn't throw it hard enough the first time.

Don't make the same mistake.

Why are you leaving? Scared of being humiliated?

Looks like you need more training.

You are nowhere near ready.

I'm going to show you what a real dancer looks like.

- Are you sure about that? - Quiet!

Tonight these seats will be full.

Paris will be looking at me, adoring me!

- Or not. - I already told you!

You are nothing. You will always be nothing!

Only one way to find out.

Right here, right now.

♪ It's time for me to take it

- ♪ I'm the boss right now... ♪ - Hmm!

♪ Not gonna fake it Not when you go down

♪ 'Cause this is my game

♪ And you better come to play

♪ I used to hold my freak back

♪ Now I'm letting go I make my own choice... ♪

Oh, my God! BATTLE!

♪ So, leave the lights on

♪ No, you can't make me behave

♪ So, you say I'm complicated

♪ That I must be out of my mind

♪ But you had me underrated

♪ Rated, rated Oh, oh, oh

♪ What's wrong with being... ♪

♪ What's wrong with being

♪ What's wrong with being confident? ♪

♪ What's wrong with being

♪ What's wrong with being confident? ♪

You can do it!

Impressive, ladies.

But let me ask you both an important question.

Why do you dance?

I dance because...

I dance because... because...

..my mother makes me.

Because it's always been a part of my life.

It was there with my mom when I was a baby,

and it's here now, thanks to Odette.

It allows me to live, to be myself.

She should dance.

That was very honest, Miss Le Haut, and brave.

You have a future at the Opera, if you wish it.

Felicie, tonight, YOU dance 'The Nutcracker'.

Great job.

Well done, my sweetness!

OK. Bravo, bravo.

- Oh, bravo! - Yes! Yes!

Voilà!

- I call them Pigeon Wings! - Wow! Great!

But I'm not sure I want to test them.

Live dangerously, Matty!

I promise you they will almost certainly work.

Oh!

This is nice!

Matty, can you give us some privacy?

- When? - Matty, privacy!

Oh, now. OK!

I'm dancing tonight at the Opera.

- I want you to be there. - Really?

Really.

I like you, Felicie.

You make me laugh and cry at the same time.

You're a weirdo!

Tut-tut-tut!

You cannot help him.

First you deceive my daughter.

- Then you take her identity! - Mom, stop!

Now you try and take our honour and our future?

Mother!

Do you think you can turn my daughter against me

and get away with it?

Ah! No-one cheats me!

Mother! You scared her! Stop!

The last time she was this late, it did not end well.

Aaah!

Hey, it's Matty

and his twin sister!

What happened?

There's a big, scary lady

chasing your girl up the statue, trying to kill her.

- What? - And, also, I wet myself.

Come on! Quickly! Save her!

Matty, the Pigeon Wings!

This is the only crown you will touch today,

victim of a terrible accident on the night of your debut.

You will have something to share with Odette.

Both of you used to be dancers.

Felicie!

- Let go! - Oh!

Uh-oh! OK!

Uh-oh.

Felicie!

- Ha, ha, ha! - No!

Whoo!

Whoa!

- No! - Whoo!

Felicie, don't worry. We'll be on time!

Higher! YES!

We will be on time!

In version three, it might be a good idea

to work on some brakes.

Can't you just say

that I've invented something and it worked?

- I can. - Then say it!

Victor François Xavier the First,

you're a great inventor.

Thank you.

You're ready.

Then dance from right here.

You won the bet.

You made your dream come true.

♪ I had a dream, was it real?

♪ We crossed the line and it was...

♪ I can't make it stop

♪ Give me all you got... ♪

Let's set Paris on fire.

♪ I want to go all the way Take me to emotion... ♪

♪ I want to go all the way Show me devotion

♪ And take me all the way, all the way

♪ Take me, take me, take me all the way

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ I wanna cut through the clouds

♪ Break the ceiling

♪ I wanna dance on the roof, you and me alone

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

- ♪ Oh, yeah... ♪ - Oh!

That really is my girlfriend.

♪ Play with the angels

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

♪ I wanna cut through the clouds, break the ceiling

♪ I wanna dance on the roof, you and me alone

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna play where you play

♪ With the angels

♪ I wanna wake up with you

♪ All in tangles, oh

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Hey, whoo!

♪ Take me to emotion

♪ I want to go all the way

♪ Show me devotion

♪ And take me all the way

♪ Take me to emotion

♪ I want to go all the way

♪ Show me devotion

♪ And take me all the way, all the way

♪ Take me, take me all the way

♪ I wanna cut through the clouds, break the ceiling

♪ I wanna dance on the roof

♪ You and me alone

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna play where you play, with the angels

♪ I wanna wake up with you all in tangles

♪ Oh, I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ I wanna cut through the clouds

♪ Mmm, cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna dance on the roof

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling

♪ I wanna cut to the feeling. ♪

♪ I was at our old school, sitting in the sun

♪ Waiting for the passing trains

♪ Wishing you were here and wishing we could run

♪ Wishing we could run away

♪ Right across a river in a town so small

♪ The leaves are gonna change us when they start to fall

♪ Take us to the city where we'll have it all

♪ We'll have it all

♪ Oh, yeah, I would run away with you now

♪ We could do the things we promised we would always do

♪ Take a train to Timbuktu

♪ We could join the circus

♪ Oh, yeah, would you just escape with me now?

♪ We could do the things we promised

♪ Dreaming wide awake

♪ Take me back to yesterday

♪ We could be the runaways

♪ Oh, we could be the runaways

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

♪ Yeah, we could be the runaways. ♪