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Whenever I see the Eiffel Tower, I feel like I'm home.

Shit.

In 1978 Madonna dances for Pearl Lang...

...head of the American Dance Center in New York.

But she lacks necessary discipline.

One day she walks into Pearl's office and announces:

"I'm going to be a star." Madonna is 24 years old at the time.

- They always show that. - What?

That guy was there at the same time as she was crossing the street.

She asked directions, he was a dancer, so he took her with him.

Hey, sorry, babe.

Sorry.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry, sorry.

- You made me late! - Won't happen again.

I want to show you something.

- What could it be? - You wouldn't get it.

It's from a world you know nothing about.

- Who's the guy by your car? - Just picked him up.

He was standing on the street. Come on, he's hot.

She won't get over him like that.

- It doesn't matter. - Doesn't matter?

It's great if she doesn't get over him.

Then at least she has someone.

G lived in L.A. for a few months. South Central.

Tell us about it, mate. Shit, it's so much cooler than here.

Why haven't I got out of here? Can anyone tell me?

Isn't this the soundest place to chill out?

So, what do you do in such a nice place?

- You are kidding! - I work...

...just like people in places where it's not so nice

I didn't diss your Swabian Disneyland.

Where?

In that factory with the Eiffel Tower on it.

- And in a dance studio. - OK, let me talk to him.

You dance?

Well, not properly.

I train kids.

Six to nine-year-olds.

Two jobs, huh? That's almost like in the States.

- And you? - I'm a dancer.

- Listen! - I just had a gig in Ibiza.

I thought it was Los Angeles.

No way, man. It was 400 tops. No way half a kilo.

You mad? How am I supposed to pay for the shit?

Hello? Hello?

Fuck!

You know they both have the same energy?

- Ibiza and Los Angeles. - No, I don't know that kind of shit.

Come on, man, pick up.

My mother lived in Ibiza for a while.

She worked in a club as a go-go dancer.

Then she took a crazy load of drugs and never woke up.

- That's a choice, somehow. - I don't want to leave a message, bastard!

- And your dad? - My mum couldn't really remember.

That's not what it's about.

What is it about then?

Pick up, will you!

I can't be arsed digging around family trees.

Guys, I need some cash tonight.

Look at you there.

You're never up for it. You're always tired. All the time.

Especially when I turn up.

For fuck's sake, you're dead boring really.

Right...

Are you cheating on me?

Me?

I just have this feeling, because...

...somehow it's not how it used to be.

I don't get it.

Is this candid camera on how to mess up a night with my boyfriend?

I'm faithful alright.

What's that you're reading?

A dance magazine?

I thought you got over all that.

I'm a dancer.

Dancer, dancer...

I thought you got over all that.

Dancer, dancer...

I have to get going, to Pinkie and stuff.

See you then.

- Hey, do you have something blue? - Yes, hang on.

That's the saying. Something old, borrowed, blue.

- I'll hold you up. - Thank you.

Hey, I like someone.

Finally.

He's not from round here.

- Where then? - I don't know where he's from.

Ron just gave him a lift. He's called G.

I don't know him.

He's a dancer.

A dancer sounds pretty crappy.

Vassily's back.

At last.

If you fall through space, you might slow down after a while...

...or go faster and faster and your body would burst into flames.

And the angels wouldn't help you because they've all gone away.

Do you think Vassily is here?

Shall we go look for him?

What's up, babe? In a bad mood again?

- You're leaving me? - No, you are leaving me.

No.

Hey, it's hot when someone watches you.

Not for me, it isn't.

Guys, come on. We've got to get going.

Three more clubs to go. That's 150 euros each.

Hey, G! We're off.

You coming?

Want me to train you to do that?

Okay, then, I won't.

That was your chance.

- Where were you? I was really worried. - I had to think.

- About what? - About everything.

Come on, I want to get out of this place.

- Hey, they've all gone. - Yeah, especially your Ron.

- Why "especially" him? - You just don't want to see it, do you?

Vassily?

For sure he didn't show up.

If I should die, then make it on a Sunday.

Sundays I hate the most.

Hey, bunny!

What are we doing here?

Where are you going?

- Can't you see he drags you down? - I won't sleep till Vassily comes.

"Contest in Berlin. Win 5,000."

"Auditions in Pinkie"?

Do you want to go there?

Maybe.

Have you really forgotten it all?

That shit with the group and the jury and what that guy said to you?

"Buy yourself an arse and some tits." I remember his exact words.

Look! I knew it. Hey, can we give you a lift?

Thanks, mate.

Where have you been?

After-party at some wasted guy's place.

- Hello. - Hello.

He promised to take me home, then nothing.

Honestly, he was quite hot.

But "hello?" - when a guy's that far gone, he's never going to get it up.

I just didn't want to go with Silver and the others, you know.

I can't be arsed with dancers now. I've fucked so many.

Then I end up with some freak dancing around...

Vassily.

Don't keep letting yourself in.

The key's for emergencies.

Are you going there?

I'm only saying. You can do so much. You never make anything of it.

Do you have to make something of everything?

- Why are you pushing me away? - I'm not pushing you away.

You are. Like I did something to hurt you.

It wasn't so easy back then.

Rosie died so suddenly and then you were there.

I was only 23 too.

Like you are now.

Think about it.

She would have gone.

To the audition.

She wouldn't have made it. She'd have been too high.

I'm pregnant.

By?

Or by...

Bloody hell.

Maybe I'll keep the baby. If you're going away now.

I'm not going away.

- Have you heard? - No.

What is it?

Bankruptcy.

Which means I can pack my stuff.

We'll go on strike.

- God, you've grown. - So you are here.

I thought you were just some stupid fantasy.

- No stupid fantasy. Who's? - Who's do you think?

You know someone's waiting for you here.

- You still haven't got out of here. - Not yet.

Where have you been all this time, anyway?

Nothing's happening round here.

I saw Ron, by the way. He's really gone to the dogs.

Are you still the perfect couple?

I need some stuff from his place. Come with me?

Ron isn't here.

I just want to get some of my stuff.

Want something to drink?

I think I'll get going.

- I'll see you later, yeah? - Okay.

Put some clothes on, mate.

- Are you living here now? - For a bit.

Did you guys have company?

I wouldn't exactly call it like that.

Did you mean what you said about training?

I want to audition.

Do you think you're hot?

Everything must come out from you.

When you dance it has to be an eruption.

If you're not angry, if you've never been in the shit...

...then you're just a fake.

You can copy moves, but you can't dance.

You don't have to come from South Central to have rhythm.

Say, "I'm shit hot."

"I don't give a fuck what you wankers think."

- Have you lost it? - Go on, say it.

"I'm shit hot."

"I'm shit hot. I'm the hottest."

If you can't even manage that...

- Hey, did you speak to Ron? - Hey.

No. What about?

You can't bottle it all up.

- And the other guy's no good either. - What other guy?

- Luna, find a guy who's good for you. - What guy?

- Some guy from Pinkie. - He's not from Pinkie.

- So where's he from? - From all over.

You don't need some crazy dancer from "all over".

Neither a giant baby on a never-ending trip.

You could really make it without Ron. The guy is just excess baggage.

Find yourself an unattractive man. Or an old one.

Men who aren't attractive will stay with you.

And pay for their girlfriends too?

- Stefan really likes taking care of his girl. - I'm going to puke.

I'll find another job, you'll see.

Here we go.

Snack time.

- Just like old times. - Yeah.

Come on, tell me. Where were you?

Russia.

- Bon appétit. - Why did you come back now?

Why must we meet this early?

I'm just passing through. I install pools now.

Have you heard the latest?

Someone actually wants to enter into holy matrimony.

Let me guess. You.

I don't believe it myself. I am the happiest person ever!

It's mad.

It's like, if anyone's a lucky devil, I am.

- Pools? - Eve is all I need.

- Pools? Doesn't it snow there? - It's snowing in your head, man.

You've changed. That didn't take long.

You can get a wicked high off that.

Are you mad? Spit it out!

Those things can kill you.

As long as I'm not as dead as you and your new fucking house.

40 years public service, 50 years on district council.

Year of 1923, meets once a week at the regulars' table in the hotel.

Look, it's Ron's dad's hotel.

You know what?

I'd love it if we were doing that in 30 years' time.

We'd meet once a week and...

I'd hate to finish up in a local paper.

Before you finish anything you have to do something.

Well, at least they worked in the community for 40 years.

- And they were happily married for years. - Happily? How do you know?

I'm going to audition at Pinkie.

Finally, a choice.

But that's great.

- When's that? - Saturday.

I'll be there.

You should be grateful I opened your eyes to Ron.

But it's like you blame me.

Just because I'll be happily married soon.

- I'm moving in with Vassily. - Oh god!

What planet are you guys on?

- Did he say that? - Yes.

When?

Before he left.

- Three months ago. - It was much longer ago than that.

- He's been away for at least a year. - But it takes time to build a pool.

Vassily loves me.

I think it's great you're so certain.

"A woman who isn't loved may as well be dead.

She's worth nothing."

Coco Chanel.

There's a buck waiting for us.

Hey, give me that.

Give it here.

- Give it me now. - Uh-uh.

- No way, man. - Ron, stop it.

Give it to me now!

That thing's loaded! Give me it!

You stupid bastard!

Who knows what could have happened!

Moron.

I'm not bringing you again. Forget it.

Stupid fairy tales.

Hello?

Hey, babe.

I've been trying to get hold of you.

What? Is that it? Don't you want to talk to me?

She's crazy. She can kiss my arse.

Hello?

Okay, Venezia.

- No idea who that was. - Mate, it was my girlfriend.

Oh, right. Your ex.

- Did she say that? - You say it yourself.

But in a way she was always there. It can't end that just like that.

Maybe you're not right for her.

But you are, huh? Wanker.

Give me the pillow!

- What's with the father? - I can't count on him.

Why not? He's the mayor.

Who said that?

- Think about it. Maybe I... - Forget it.

You shouldn't screw up your life too.

I'll deal with this on my own.

I've got an appointment.

- There's still time. - But Aunt Pat...

Forget it. I want to have fun. Barbie, another.

Oh, no.

- Pat, I have to be at Flamingo. - Oh, man.

In 1978 Madonna dances for Pearl Lang...

...head of the American Dance Center in New York.

But she lacks necessary discipline.

One day she walks into Pearl's office and announces:

"I'm going to be a star."

If I'm training you, then you do as I say.

Who says I want you to?

- Stay as long as you like. - Okay.

I'll leave you to it.

You're late.

Then let's get started.

I'll show you some moves from the choreo I thought up.

Right leg kicks back. One, two.

Three is the chest-pop.

Take your hand. Put it here.

Right.

Okay.

Stamp your heel.

- Is that too far? - Go ahead and lean into it a bit.

Here, what's with your legs?

Bass. Do it.

More aggressive.

The other side too. That's it.

Legs.

Come on. Right, do it again.

Shit!

Bend your knees a bit more.

That's it. Power!

- Don't look so bored. - I'm...

What's up? Tired already?

Know what training means?

It means "again, again, again."

You know what your problem is? You lack power.

It's buried in there. It has to get out.

I'm not training you for fun.

This is about seizing a chance, not about being dumped.

Not in this shithole, and not in Berlin.

- Can I get you anything? - Pretzel sticks are fine for starters.

For starters, eh? I've never seen you here before.

FLAMIGO INTIMATE CLUB PLEASE RING

Horaff?

Hey, do you know where the boss is?

Vassily.

Since when do you work here?

Didn't you know?

No. How would I?

So you didn't come here because of me?

They hired me to enlarge the pool here.

Vassily, you...

You disappear just like that, for so long, and...

...now you're back and you are not even looking for me.

Don't you care about me at all?

- I'm not here for long. - Not for long?

Where else do you want to go?

Wait.

It's...

It's just a job.

It's none of my business.

It is, Vassily.

It is your business.

I am your business, aren't I?

Don't look at me like that. "Pity is a form of contempt."

Coco Chanel.

- Someone like that. - No one's sharper than Coco Chanel.

I finish at three.

Okay.

Don't fall, Barbie.

Oh, look, it's my ex.

- Won't you even talk to me? - I wouldn't know what about.

- I didn't fuck her. - Who do you mean?

I know what you think, but we just had a party.

You never want to party.

- It meant absolutely nothing. - Let go of me, man!

Anyway, what's that shit with you and G?

I'm done with you! Don't you get it?

- Then go ahead and leave! - I will. So fast you'll miss it!

Where to? Where to?

Someone like you won't make it very far anyway!

Get lost alright. You can kiss my arse!

Here, it's for you. I think you need it more than me.

But it's your lucky ring.

I don't know.

No, it's your lucky ring now.

How do you know if someone loves you?

You just know.

You feel it when you see the other person.

You're like gold for the other person.

Luna?

I want to change my life from now on.

I'm never taking anything again and...

I'm stopping working in catering.

- And I'm going to change my name. - To what?

Mrs Karmo.

He was at Flamingo yesterday.

So he knows I work there now.

At last.

What now?

What now? We love each other. That's all.

He'll call me again in a minute.

Later.

Wow. There's hope for you yet.

- That was almost... - Like gold?

- Yeah, but don't look like that. - Like what?

A dancer must look like this. It's the "fuck you, all of you" look.

You still have to learn that.

Don't look like you want to fuck me.

No way do I want to fuck you!

No?

Five, six.

Five, six, seven, eight.

That's how we'll do it on Saturday.

Am I interrupting?

Right, then.

See you on Saturday.

Can I give you a lift somewhere?

Okay.

Where's Luna gone?

Maybe to the Eiffel Tower.

We used to climb up there together.

To think things over and stuff.

Anyway, that's why this place is called Little Paris.

I haven't been there for ages.

No need to think things over now?

No, not right now.

I couldn't stand living here.

Why?

Geraniums on the balcony, Christmas parties, health insurance.

No one's forcing you to either.

Sometimes I would like to have a family.

Kids and stuff.

I come home and they're there.

Shame they have to go to school when you get home after a gig.

Well...

I've made my choice.

I planted a laburnum.

It's your favourite tree. Look.

Yeah, it's lovely. Just like I wanted.

I got it specially for you from the do-it-yourself-store.

Look, will you? It's a right little beauty.

What's wrong with you?

Hey, come here, will you?

Right at the front.

Stefan?

Do you think things will stay the same?

Are you scared that they won't?

- Is something wrong? - Can't I even think about it?

About what?

About what you could do differently in life.

It's a little late to second-guess, isn't it?

- Yo, how's it going? - Hey.

Hey, you all right? You warmed up?

Hey, cheer up, it's important. One minute decides everything.

Come here.

Come on. "I'm shit hot."

- I can't hear anything. - I'm shit hot.

Come on, guys. Let's do this.

God, what is he like?

Don't go getting carried away.

Carried away? Mate, I'm performing with him now.

But I know what you're like.

You see something in him that just isn't there.

A guy like that has girls on the go everywhere.

What the hell do you mean?

Nothing. I have to call Stefan.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Nothing. Good luck.

- Hurry. Your performance is about to start. - Are you ready for Berlin?

Now onto the next category. Give me love, give me applause!

Hot L is next!

Hey, that was amazing!

I'll be back in a second.

You guys want to rock this house.

And here are the results from the jury.

South Side won the Crews category.

And in the Duos, it's none other than...

The Little Paris Dancers!

Ali definitely did it as a favour to G.

He helped him out.

Hi.

So how do you feel now, Number One?

- Better than Number Two. - Come on, it was all fixed.

It's G's scam. He always does that.

Don't tell me you didn't know.

You can't fool me, acting all naive here.

Here, you could do with a bit of glam.

Silver.

Luna.

Crazy name. You can keep it as a dance name.

Now you're on your way up.

Where's your friend?

- She was just on stage. - I know that.

- What are you doing here? - Why did you did you leave me?

- We had something to celebrate. - Yeah, a bloody fixed gig.

Rule number one: don't ever doubt yourself.

I win and then it's a fixed audition in a village disco.

Who said it was fixed?

Maybe someone who didn't win? Don't believe everything you hear.

Listen.

Tomorrow it's Berlin. There's a lot at stake.

5,000 cash, a workshop and a music video.

And you know where it's being filmed.

You can go see where your mum's buried.

You remembered that?

Yeah, orphans have to watch out for themselves.

I...

I'm just so damn scared.

That I'll have played all my cards and that I'll fail.

All your cards?

I'm scared we only get a certain number of chances in life.

Like fairy tales where you get three wishes.

Most people screw up their last wish.

This isn't some damn fairy tale. You have as many wishes as you like.

But you have to work hard for your dreams.

Otherwise you'll be 50 and sleepless.

And then you don't even have a dream left.

I'm going to kick off a wicked show next year.

With the best dancers I can find.

It will put every other show to shame. From here to LA.

I wonder who wrote that all over the place.

Why is my room suddenly upstairs?

I wanted it downstairs. Here!

But pumpkin, that's the living room.

It's in the plans, we've seen them. That's always been the lounge.

So you decide everything? You're so self-righteous.

What do you mean, "self-righteous"? I only want the best for us.

We should feel at home here.

Okay, then...

Okay, then this will be your room and we'll put the lounge upstairs.

Why do you do everything I ask you to?

Now that's not right either, or what?

Right, so... so I won't do anything anymore?

Stefan, I can't do this.

I don't know if I want all this anymore.

What do you mean?

You can't leave me alone with all this shit.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do.

What am I supposed to do? Should I sell up?

Fine, I'll sell... I'll sell up.

Then at least I won't be in debt for the next 25 damn years!

Yeah, do that!

God, in 25 years I'll be old and I'll still be here.

Eve, I feel like the world is such an uncertain place.

The world's so uncertain but I was always certain about you.

For fuck's sake, don't you know you are my frickin' fortune?

Well, I can't stand it anymore!

Can't I come too?

We don't know where we're staying.

It's just for a little while to start with.

Good luck.

Has Luna gone already?

- On her own? - Of course not on her own.

Fuck!

Give me your mobile.

Where are we going to stay?

Hollywood.

Hey, I know you.

You have a wicked name.

It's not a trick - it's a Luna, right?

Hey, Ron.

Ron, I really like you a lot.

You're somehow...

You're...

different, I mean.

You know, Vassily...

Somehow Vassily still loves me.

Maybe just in his own way though.

Why didn't you come back afterwards?

Why?

Shall we go on holiday together?

- Why? - The Caribbean?

Thailand?

Some amazing beach.

Just like in "The Beach".

With no sharks...

It would be fun.

We would be free.

Sorry.

What you just took...

...it was all there was left...

Sorry.

- And that was the shit for tonight. - Sorry.

Shit man, the guy will fucking kill me.

Hey, Ron.

Ron, you have to call him, will you? I can't...

That was the left-over stuff!

Ron, I can't handle all this.

Reality and...

It's Ron.

We have to meet today. Yeah, I'm a sorry sucker.

Yeah, all right. I'm a sorry sucker.

I don't have it in cash.

Don't hang up. Don't hang up.

I'm sorry. We've known each other ages and...

Oh, brilliant. Thanks, mate, you're a legend.

- Okay, I'm off. - No, Ron! Please.

Ron, please don't go, I...

These guys are proper vicious bastards.

- I can't take you with me. - You can.

Okay, let's go.

Hey, I got a deal for you.

You be part of my show and I'll train you.

I don't need any training, honey.

Can you give us a minute?

This is a friend of mine...

Joanna.

We've got a gig tomorrow. Did you forget?

Let me know when you're free.

Then I'll train you, babe.

Hey, I'm not talking shit. I'm putting a group together.

Dammit. Stupid cow.

What kind of show?

I told you. With the guys from L.A.

That Joanna would be perfect.

How are we going to train if we're hanging out here?

Go, then.

- Where to? - Don't you know anyone in Berlin?

No way.

Listen, you can chill out here for a while.

I'll sort out this place. Tomorrow we'll ease our way over there.

It'll be fine.

Please.

I've got enough problems of my own.

I don't even know where Vassily is.

Please find him, Ron.

Okay.

You're crazy.

What a load of shit!

Come on, all together.

It's about time. Where are we going to rehearse?

We'll just go there.

You go on about Ibiza, LA, a huge show...

...and all you do is hang out in this shithole "Hollywood"?

It's up to me what I do with my own damn time.

I'm not here because of you, babe.

You'll never be a star like this.

And a shitty contest will make you one?

So why did you want to go then?

Those lame contests...

...they mean jack shit.

It's like a trap.

You're a bastard.

Know what's hot?

Dodging fucking chances.

Hey, if I were famous, I couldn't live like this.

The place would be crawling with fucking paparazzi.

And I think I have a pretty wicked life as it is.

I am what I want to be. You are not even that far.

PLEASE DON'T LAUNDER DOLLARS!

He hasn't even fucked you yet.

- Right? - What do you know about it?

We came together and wanted to keep going together.

Grow up.

There's no "together" with him. He's always been like that.

He's been talking about that show for five years.

So forget it.

He'd never fuck a little girl like you out of principle.

Listen to me.

Believe me. I know what I'm talking about.

- I used to be like you once. - I couldn't give a fuck.

Every minute you hang round here is an absolute waste of time.

So make something of it, will you? "I'll train you, babe."

"Buck up."

It's all bullshit.

Life means grabbing fucking chances.

Hey, are you going to the contest too?

It's that way.

If your partner doesn't show, you can't perform.

- You know G? - Yeah, I know G.

- Where is he? - He's my partner. He's coming later.

Okay. But if this is a wind-up...

- It's not. - There'll be trouble. In you go.

Between you and me, you guys are my favourite.

Set the stage on fire!

- You guys up front, move a bit this way. - Can you go away for now?

You know it. I don't need to tell you.

Who's up next? Where's Voltage?

Oh, you're up there already.

If you fall through space, you might slow down after a while...

...or go faster and faster and your body would burst into flames.

And the angels wouldn't help you because they've all gone away.

Now straight on to the Little Paris Dancers, please.

That's Luna and G from Little Paris. Where the hell's that?

Come on.

And go!

Music!

Who's going to Ibiza with a fat check in their pocket?

Who's number one, the outright winner?

It's...

Voltage!

...burst into flames.

And the angels wouldn't help you because they've all gone away.

In 1978 Madonna dances for Pearl Lang...

head of the American Dance Center in New York.

Back then she lacked discipline.