All language subtitles for S01E01 - Metamorphosis-eng

You must develop some sense of the other
players.

I'm not into group scenes.

I'm not inviting you to an orgy.

I knew it would work.

The real me is a redhead.

Girl, let me tell you something.

You keep treating your hair like that,
the real you is gonna be bald.

Everybody gets bad reviews.

You're not out of town anymore.

You're in the hot burning center of the
galaxy.

I'm gonna live forever.

I'm gonna learn how to fly.

I feel it coming together.

People will see me cry.

Right here is where you start a switch.

Thank you very much, Miss Bryant.

We'll be sure to...

I have one where there
are flames on my baton,

but I didn't want to
set off the sprinklers.

That's very considerate of you.

Miss Bryant.

Uh-huh.

I understand that you're
new to our city, but what

I don't understand, and
maybe you can help me.

Uh-huh.

The purpose of our school is to prepare
young people for careers as performers.

Is there a demand for professional baton
twirlers that I'm unaware of?

Well, sure.

If a girl twirls really well,
well, she might get asked

to be a cheerleader for a
professional football team.

Thank you very much, Miss Bryant.

We'll let you know.

Thank you.

Oh.

Miss Julie Miller.

Now, get off the lines, y'all.

Miss Miller, these auditions are for new
arrivals to New York City, and maybe you

could tell us a little bit about what
brings you here.

My mom and dad got divorced.

Any time you're ready.

Coco!

How was summer's talk?

It was beautiful.

How was, uh, teaching summer school?

Something less than beautiful.

Did you get to perform?

Yeah, I got to perform.

Painting, scenery, and nailing furniture
together, and scrounging of props.

And I got to understudy the healthiest
engineer that ever joined equity.

Anyway, did you see Bruno Martelli,
because his father said he was here.

He's probably in the auditorium,
helping to set up lights.

Coco, sorry you didn't get to be a star.

I'm a Sherwood.

I'm already a star.

Thing is, not enough people know it yet,
is all.

I decided that you and me wasted last
year.

What do you think about
us getting some people

together and really getting
it together and going?

What, you dig that kind of music?

I like any kind of good music.

And she's good.

She's good.

What's the money for?

Cab fare.

Mother, I'm not taking a cab to school.

It's going to be hard enough to fit in
without arriving like goody shoes, gut rocks.

Julie, it's been 20 years since I lived in
New York.

Until I know what's happened to that
neighborhood since your father and I moved away.

Well, until I know.

Mother, not a taxi.

Come on.

How about a compromise?

Okay.

What?

I'll walk you to school.

Taxi!

School of the Arts, please.

You know what happened to the United
Nations last week?

Sorry, baby, I'm booked.

Hey!

Solid gold, man.

It's a cheap chain, 100 carats.

It's cheap.

Not interested.

$5 in the United States?

Come on, man, it's $5.

I don't wear chains.

It's not for you.

It's for the sweet little fox in your
life.

I don't have a fox.

You would if you'd be flashing us around.

Jewish ambassador punches the Chinese
ambassador.

The Chinese ambassador gets up off the
floor and asks what that was for.

That was for Pearl Harbor.

Pearl Harbor is a Chinese mess.

That was a Japanese.

I'm Chinese.

Chinese, Japanese.

What's the difference?

So the next day...

I'm sorry!

You said it, baby, in line, too.

The Chinese dude punches the Jewish dude.

The Jewish dude gets up, rubs
his chin and says... Buzz off, creep.

What was that for?

Hey!

The Jewish dude gets up, rubs his
chin and says... What was that for?

And the Chinese
guy says... Silence!

I have nothing to do with the Titanic.

And the Jewish guy... I'm not
speaking until I hear silence.

The word for the day is pretentious.

One, making claims explicit or implicit to
some distinction.

Importance.

Dignity or excellence.

Two, affectedly grand.

Superior, etc.

Ostentatious.

Who would like to use it in a sentence?

Mr. Garcy?

The pretentious Chinese ambassador says...
Iceberg, Goldberg, what's the difference?

That's enough, Garcy.

This is no song in dance class.

It's English.

You're going to take it and all your other
academic subjects...

just as seriously as you take your
presumed careers.

You're going to work twice as hard as the
other students in this city.

You don't get any breaks because you're
talented or cute or funny.

This is still a high school.

If you don't leave my class speaking,
reading and writing English properly...

you'll leave it, period.

Same goes for French and algebra and
biology and physics.

Coco Hernandez?

Yes.

Use pretentious in a sentence,
please.

Coming to school in a cab is pretentious.

That's not fair.

I come to school in a taxi every day.

That's different.

Your father drives it.

You're Miller?

Yes.

I'm Montgomery.

Here's your books.

Thanks.

Can you put them down?

I can't get this thing to work.

Let me see.

Short people understand these things
better than tall people.

It comes from being at a keyhole height
during the formative years.

Hey.

Thanks.

What am I going to do when you're not here
to help me?

Sweetheart, no one's running Little Rico
out of town.

They can stab me, shoot me, throw me in
the East River.

No matter how tough it gets...

you can count on Little Rico.

How about in the morning before first
spell?

I'm not sure I can make that, but,
uh... seriously, if you got any questions.

Yeah, just one or two.

You see, New York City's like a lot of
other cities.

This isn't unfriendly.

It's just crowded, so... everyone carries
around a little piece of invisible space...

so you don't stare, you don't smile at
strangers.

You don't invade someone's private space
unless you're invited.

That's lesson one.

Everyone around here grows up knowing
that.

So what if you didn't grow up here?

Well, someone has to help you.

That's really simple.

I could explain it to you in ten easy
lessons.

That many?

Well, it's a big subject.

You got to know what to
do on the streets, who to talk

to, who not to talk to,
where to go, where not to go.

Okay.

Okay, what?

Okay, will you teach me?

Yeah, but... why me?

Because you're the first friendly person I
met in the whole school.

You seem to know what you're talking
about.

At least I can understand you.

Sort of.

Martelli, if you please, the same notes
and rhythm as the rest.

I am in rhythm.

You are in your rhythm.

You will play in my rhythm and the rhythm
of the class.

You must develop some sense of the other
players.

I'm not into group scenes.

I'm not inviting you to an orgy.

But to play in an ensemble.

Yes, sir.

A dancer's body remembers everything.

You learn something once, and it's yours
for life.

But first you have to become a dancer.

Now, you may be hot
stuff up in Harlem, or you

may have the best tutu
collection in the country.

It doesn't matter.

I don't have time for prima donnas.

You want to become a dancer, you're going
to have to work.

Work your little tights off.

I ain't wearing no tights.

You've got big dreams.

You want fame.

Well, fame costs.

And right here is where you start paying,
in sweat.

I want to see sweat.

And the better you are, the more sweat I'm
going to demand.

So if you never had to
fight for anything in your

life, put your gloves on
and get ready for round one.

And mom and daddy's little darlings had
better come out swinging.

What does that mean?

They don't take credit cards.

Okay, spread out on the floor.

We're going to repeat that modern one
combination we did yesterday.

But I want you to add arms to the spiral.

Five, six, seven, and spiral, two,
release, two.

Arms, spiral, two.

Contract, two, extend.

Lesson number two, how do you get around
New York?

The buses are so crowded here.

I feel weird in them.

Try the subways at five o'clock.

There's weird.

Yeah, it does get kind of hectic.

Hectic?

Gets downright deadly.

Can't stand too close to the edge.

A lot of creeps get their kicks out,
wasting people off the tracks.

Wasting people?

Doing away with them.

One morning I saw this woman.

Well, actually, it was half a woman.

It was really gross.

Well, it wasn't the grossest thing I ever
saw.

The grossest thing I ever saw was...

You want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I don't drink coffee.

Montgomery?

No, me either.

My doctor won't let me.

Oh, you get anxiety attacks, too?

I don't know if it's anxiety attacks.

You kind of get this pukey feeling in the
pittiest stomach.

And then your whole body gets all hot and
prickly, and it feels like a thousand tiny

little fingers are working overtime on
your skin.

Sometimes.

I feel it, too.

So do I.

Don't stare.

Remember what I said?

You got to give people their space.

Well, what about my space?

What are you talking about?

Oh!

What's going on?

Lesson four, how to waste creeps.

I said I'm sorry.

They ought to hang a danger sign around
your neck.

The word for the day is deleterious.

Harmful to health, well-being,
property.

Endurious.

Who can use it in a sentence?

Hernandez?

Coffee can be deleterious to some people's
health.

And to other people's clothing.

All right, Coco.

That's the general idea.

Who can be more specific?

Garci?

My uncle Ramon is a real deleterious
person.

That doesn't tell me what deleterious
means.

I'm not finished yet.

You see, last month he hit
the big number and he moved

to the country to raise
chickens like he always wanted.

Only he's a city dude, see?

What does this have to do with
deleterious?

His chickens all died.

I asked him why he did that.

I don't know.

Maybe I planted them too close.

What are you wearing, Leroy?

Dancing clothes.

This isn't Roseland.

This isn't dancing.

That's cute, Leroy.

You know, you're real cute.

But either you dress properly for my class
or you won't be in it.

All right, class.

Everyone across the floor in groups of
twos.

We're gonna repeat what we did yesterday.

Quickly.

Five, six.

Five, six.

I

just wasn't looking.

Honey, you don't have to get A about it.

A?

As in annoyed.

Oh, I'm not.

I mean, I wouldn't do something like that
deliberately.

Miller, when I say extensions,
I don't mean your mouth.

Five, six, seven, and step.

Extend.

That means the right shoes and the right
jeans and no jewelry.

Ditch the gold chain.

No.

Flashy as out, especially gold.

I don't care.

You can take away the rest of my identity,
but the gold chain is special.

It's very pretty, but...
It's more than that.

Hey, you can't worry about what looks
good.

In fact, the better you look, the bigger
the danger.

You don't want to draw attention to
yourself.

You want to dress down.

Which brings us to lesson nine,
defensive fashion.

Michael Harrison winked at me.

Winks at everybody, Doris.

It's only the most popular boy in school.

With a tick.

Never noticed me before.

It's my new look.

It's a learned behavioral response.

I knew it would work.

The real me is a redhead.

Girl, let me tell you something.

You keep treating your hair like that,
the real you is gonna be bald.

It's coming over here.

In person.

Hi.

A couple of us are having a party Friday.

You want to come?

Oh, I don't think so.

I think she's busy.

No.

I just, um... Well,
then, what's wrong?

Nothing, really.

Look, I think you're being really smart.

You probably wouldn't like our friends
anyway.

Well, I mean, I...
We have to eat lunch.

Was it something we said?

I'm on a diet.

I mean, I don't eat.

I mean, I'm free on Friday.

Um, that's okay, dearie.

We really have enough people.

Come on.

You know what you need?

You need exposure.

I don't want exposure.

We could be big.

We?

Hey, I don't just dance.

I sing, too.

And we could go places.

You can go places.

I'm going to the bathroom.

That was real considerate of you, considering
he's the most popular boy in school.

Doris wanted a date.

I have a boyfriend anyway.

You do?

Yes.

Back in Grand Rapids.

You never said anything.

Well, I try not to think about him too
much.

You really miss him a lot, don't you?

Your sound and my voice and a couple of
backup singers, maybe, and a small band.

Band?

For the money, honey, we could clean up.

There are meat spoons and tea dancers on
the island.

I'm not into money.

You don't have to be, baby.

You just keep turning out your music and
I'll just keep doing it.

Look, I don't turn out my music and I
don't perform.

That's cool, baby.

I do.

I don't believe you.

I know.

You ain't seen or heard the best of me
yet.

We're gonna handle that right here and
now.

I don't work lunchrooms as a rule,
but you deserve a break today.

Just wait right here.

Do you guys remember
taking... Remember that?

Looks like you've got sort of a crush on
that Michael Harrison guy.

Julie, maybe people in Grand Rapids get
crushes.

It's not the way it is in New York City.

What do they get in New York City?

Harpies mostly.

Who's feeling your affection You ain't
gonna find perfect love Till you look in

my direction Open your eyes You don't know
what you've been missing Baby,

get wise You can't drive me on four sides
Oh, take me, take me baby And never let me

go Shake me, if you want me You gotta let
me know Take me, hold on tight Cause we're

gonna make All the love that you can't
have

I've been watching you a long time I got
ways to make you fly Oh, take me,

take me Oh, shake me, if you want me You
gotta let me know Take me, take me baby

And hold on tight Cause we're gonna make
All the love that you can't have

Oh, take me, take me baby And never let me
go Shake me, if you want me You gotta let

me know Take me, take me
baby And hold on tight Cause

we're gonna make All
the love that you can't have

Julie, spare me.

It's defensive board, Romain.

If your father could see you, well,
he can't.

Not anymore.

Honey, regardless of what happened between
him and me, he's still your father.

And he expects me to raise you in a
certain way.

Maintain certain standards.

But those standards don't apply anymore.

Is that what all your friends at school
say?

I don't have that many friends.

Why?

Well, they set me apart.

Not all of them, but some.

My dancing was such a big deal in Grand
Rapids.

But here, it's kindergarten stuff.

My music's still okay.

But I'm barely in their league sometimes.

I hate to sound like a shrink, but it's
a learning experience for both of us.

I mean, you're trying to
fit into your new school,

and I'm trying to wedge
my way into the job market.

But, Mom, I'm trying to fit in with a
preppy wardrobe.

Look, either I look right or I look like a
nerd, and I get treated like one.

Want some advice?

Don't answer, because you're gonna get it
anyway.

Life is not an either-or.

I used to think either I make my marriage
work or my life is ruined.

It's not true.

We both used to think either Julie gets an
academic education or a musical one.

It's not true either.

And the school you're going to proves it.

Well, maybe I'm just not tough enough.

Oh, honey, you'd be surprised at just how
tough you can be if you have to.

Voice of experience talking now.

So, where in that chain Lester gave you?

Sweetheart, Lester is back in Grand
Rapids.

Maybe a part of me is, too.

I work so hard

to...

The senior class will sponsor
a mixer next Wednesday

for the benefit of the
incoming freshman class.

All new students are invited to attend and
get acquainted.

There will be a band and entertainment,

Mr. Johnson, would you mind taking off
your hat, please?

Thank you.

Will you please stop being funny?

I wasn't being funny.

Violins are on the way out.

It's the truth.

You don't need strings today.

Did you hear this, Mrs. Tarseff?

I heard.

Orchesters need strings.

Orchestras are an endangered species.

Really, you can do it all on one
instrument.

If you've got a keyboard and some
oscillators and the right combination of

waveforms, you wouldn't need to make all
these dinosaur tracks.

Dinosaur tracks?

Mozart made dinosaur tracks?

You should make such dinosaur tracks.

He wouldn't orchestrate today.

He'd overdub.

He wouldn't need all this bowing stuff and
this figure bass business.

I mean, it was probably necessary in
prehistoric days.

It was necessary in Leipzig.

It was necessary in Dresden.

It was necessary in the good old days.

Yes, the good old days.

Look, is this a school or a museum?

I mean, can't we bury the dead?

I've buried mine, Mr. Martelli.

And I've taught music
to other bright young men

with big, brave mouths
and superior visions.

The music survived.

Okay, class, a couple from the beginning.

The end.

I'm a working man.

Well, how about that?

How about you hasten up this conversation
because I got business associates waiting?

I'm waiting, too, for your homework.

Romeo and Juliet?

Remember?

I forgot it.

Four days in a row?

I told you I'd done it and I forgot it.

You got ears and you can save us both some
breath.

My hearing is fine.

It's your homework that's missing.

And the quality of
the few pages I have is

unsatisfactory if you
want to stay in school.

Ain't nobody making me walk unless I
wanna.

I will, Mr. Johnson.

And I won't waste any time.

Yeah?

You been down on me from day one.

You should have been
out there testifying to all

that new life I donated
to your tired little school.

I am down, as you say, on your big open
mouth, your little closed mind,

your rude manners and your fourth-grade
reading level.

Yeah, it's not my reading level you're
working.

It's racial discrimination.

Discrimination?

Well, how about that?

Five whole syllables.

There's hope for you yet.

If I find your missing English assignments
on my desk tomorrow morning.

And if you don't?

You'll be dancing right out of this
school.

You better have more than your mouth ready
when you go making my flight patterns.

Four days' worth.

I never said I was staying, but I hate
making my flight patterns.

I hate making bigots happy.

Dear Lester, things are very difficult for
me.

The kids here don't accept me no matter
what I do.

They look at me as if I just dropped in
from outer space or something.

Maybe I don't belong here.

Maybe I don't belong in New York.

I miss you desperately when I think of
last year by the lake and how you put this

chain around my neck and
how I vowed I'd never take

it off until the day I saw
your precious face again.

Singing hey, fly away You know what I'd
like I'd like to write a symphony To play

my life in every key In harmony Take you
away Where we could spend some time alone

Build a house and call it home
Won't be my home I'm tangled up

in all the lies Of all the folks
I know I'd like to just let go

You know what I'd like
I'd like the crazy days

to end To close my
eyes and count to ten Oh,

speak again, bright angel,
for thou art as glorious

to this night as is a winged
messenger of heaven.

As is a winged messenger of heaven,
unto the white upturned wondering eyes of

mortals that fall back to gaze
on him when he bestrides the

lazy, pacing clouds and
sails upon the bosom of the air.

Thank you, Montgomery.

That was very nice.

Garcy?

I forgot my book.

Borrow Julie's.

And how you put this chain around my neck,
and how I vowed I'd never take it off

until the day I saw your precious face
again.

I miss you more than words alone can say,
dear Lester.

There is not a night when you are not in
Julie Miller's dreams.

That's enough, Garcy.

A person's privacy ought to be respected.

You've got the look of tension headache
number nine.

It's name, it's Garcy.

What'd he do?

It's like they say in the playground in
the third grade, man.

He ought to pick on someone his own size.

All right, look, that's just Garcy.

You know the way he is.

He'll do anything to make a joke.

Does he tell Leroy a funny joke about
eating watermelons on the levee?

How about a joke for Sharofsky on stingy
Jews?

Maybe a bit on Italian gangsters for me.

Who are you so bent for?

I'm bent about people picking on
minorities.

And in this school, in this city,
she is in the minority.

All the talk we do about talent being the
one thing we care about...

Oh, man, that's not it.

The one thing we care about is laughs and
feeling superior.

I just thought we were better than that.

That's all.

Good afternoon.

Anything I can help you with today?

Yeah, tights.

Certainly.

For yourself?

Yeah.

What size?

I don't know.

Medium, I'd say.

Yeah, right, medium.

Colored?

I imagine you'd prefer black, don't you?

Yeah, black tights.

That's it, man, right there.

Oh, dance belt?

Say what?

Do you have a dance belt?

Most tights I see don't need no belt.

Young man, we're not talking about that
kind of belt.

You see, most tights are, well,
tight.

You ain't talking to no fool, turkey.

Well, I know that.

Tights are tight.

I know that.

Young man, you'll need what you would call
a jock.

Oh, why didn't you say that?

Now, let's see what we have for you.

How are these?

Nah, not the kid.

Nah, that's all right.

No way.

Bring no tights on, tight tights.

Don't tell me you forgot them.

That was last week's excuse.

No, I didn't forget them.

You see, I washed them, right?

And they shrunk up.

Then when I put them
on, they were so tight,

they cut off my circulation
and I couldn't walk.

That's awful, Leroy.

I tell you what, you bring them
in to me tomorrow morning,

and I'll trade you for a
pair that fits you, okay?

Okay.

And take off the earrings, Phoenicia.

But these aren't earrings, exactly.

But what are they exactly?

They're religious objects.

Tribal warriors in Africa wear them to
ward off evil spirits.

Well, when your troupe performs in Togo
land, you can wear all of your earrings,

my dear girl.

You can stick an elephant tusks through
your nose if you want to, but in my class,

between the hours of 2 and 3 p.m.,
we are not praying, we are dancing.

Without jewelry.

Off with the necklace, Miller.

No.

I mean, it's not a necklace.

It's not just... Oh,
no, no, don't tell me.

I know.

Another religious object.

You don't understand.

I promised that I wouldn't take it off...

Dear Lester, I remember that precious day
when your precious fingers put this

precious chain around my precious
neck and I promised myself... Stop it!

Stop looking at me!

Stop it!

You're a moon child, aren't you?

I beg your pardon?

What's your birthday?

July 13th.

I thought so.

That's why you're into big emotional
scenes.

I am not into big emotional scenes.

Rest, girl.

If you gave me half a chance...
Hey, nobody gives you anything, baby.

You make your own chances.

Come on, Coco.

Constant ridicule doesn't help.

Forget it.

Everybody gets bad reviews.

You're not out of town anymore.

You're in the hot, burning center of the
galaxy.

You ought to thank her.

Thank her?

People around here want to get looked at
and she gave you a spotlight.

I don't want that spot.

Then what are you doing here?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Well, I do.

You're good.

You're not as good as me.

But then you don't have my experience or
my planets.

A friend of my sister sees she tells
fortunes and stuff.

And she says I have the sun and the moon
in my hand.

All I have to do is wait for opportunity
to knock.

Why are you telling me this?

Because in this school, you gotta be
tough.

You can't cry over an unkind word.

You gotta work harder.

Prove them wrong.

Or you can quit.

But you won't.

Not if you really belong here.

If you're a professional.

You look beautiful, sweetheart.

Thanks, Mom.

Have a good day.

Thanks.

Silence!

Do I hear silence?

The word for the day is metamorphosis.

One, a change of form, shape, structure or
substance.

Transformation.

Two, a marked or complete change of
character, appearance or condition.

Who would like to use it in a sentence?

Mr. Martelli?

I never met a morphosis I didn't like.