Body Language

There comes a time in your life

when everything falls into place.

That dream, you've been working

towards for years.

You've torn your knees for it

on the dance floor.

You gave up everything else for it.

You kept going until

you really couldn't anymore.

There comes a time when every dance

you ever danced counts.

When you can feel every step,

every flow, every move...

in the deepest fibers of your body.

That's the time when you know

you don't live to dance...

but that you dance to live.

That time is now.

There's news.

Stop. Please stop, sir.

Chanel, I'm really late. I had to work

overtime, and I missed the bus.

- Can you please pick me up?

- You have to learn to fend for yourself.

I've got a job, okay? If my daddy

worked for me, I could manage.

Byeee.

- Is that Tara?

- Don't answer it. Go.

I'm with them. I'm one of the dancers.

Thank you, ladies.

- Where were you?

- Ladies, you were really awesome.

I think you deserve a drink. Or ten.

Which of you girls can sign this?

Here, please.

Thank you. Here you go.

You'll split it with your friends, right?

- Mail?

- Yes, upstairs.

Samuel, what are you doing here?

What are you doing?

- Honey...

- I'm going to New York.

Oh yes, by the way. It's over.

In the Battle of Broadway

the five best Dutch dance crews...

will compete for a special award.

The grant for the trip is still uncertain,

because of cutbacks.

Do you remember how he danced?

- How he looked at one spectator?

- At me.

And that sparks would fly

when he danced.

He was a tiger. Just like his son.

Maybe I'll find him.

Listen.

You're going to New York

to win that contest.

Not to find someone who's got nothing

to do with you anymore. Okay?

Just forget it.

Forget it.

Brainpower's new single, Light It Up.

- Four tens, home boy.

- Great.

- Cool track.

- No, man. I don't like hip-hop.

- It's Brainpower.

- Listen, dude. This is real music.

Have a good trip, my man.

- I came by your place.

- Don't ask.

- Hey, I'm sorry, man. Ray...

- Quincy.

It's been a long time.

- Are you in the contest?

- You know I am.

- You know what that means, don't you?

- That you're going to lose, right?

- You're good at that.

- Contestants, please report.

- So many women, so little time.

- See you later, okay?

I'd like to get to know you...

- Be careful.

- Hang on. Let me.

Give it to me.

- You're going to New York too?

- No, I'm waiting for a ferry boat here.

Oh, my God. Look at Tara

in her new outfit.

Is that a real one?

- Your ticket.

- Thanks.

- Still no payment for the video.

- They'd pay cash, right?

- Do you have it?

- No, do you?

We're not completely sure why, but it

seems our grant has been canceled.

And...

the whole thing's been called off.

Well, that's it, then.

That's it, then? We've got tickets,

don't we? Dumbo?

- What will you do there?

- What do you think?

Who's going to New York with me?

Well?

Forty dancers in that hall,

and you're coming along.

Do you know each other?

- Sure we do.

- No.

- What's the plan?

- The plane's going to New York.

And if you don't push the stop button,

so are we.

- The two of us, for a week...

- To win that contest, yes.

Fortunately for you, you're with one

of Holland's biggest talents.

And what's his name?

Very funny. My crew won everything

in the Amsterdam area.

And is your crew on the plane as well?

Is yours?

Well. One, two, three, four.

Five.

Look at that. Paris Hilton's coming too.

Five dancers.

Sounds like a crew to me.

- You think we could, guys?

- Why not?

- We don't know each other.

- They don't know that in New York.

If we arrive as one crew, we're in.

Yes, and we'll win that sh*t,

and be on Broadway, baby.

Or won't we?

- Be like that.

- She's your type.

I'm going to nail her.

We're approaching New York Airport,

JFK.

The Fasten Your Seatbelts sign

has been lit.

Hey. The 34 bus will take us straight

to the Dance Academy.

- I don't do buses.

- Excuse me?

- I don't do buses.

- She doesn't do buses.

Not even with a condom?

Check that chick, man.

Did you see that?

Yes, Daddy.

- Don't think I'm going to breakdance.

- Because?

If I enjoyed mopping the floor

in my tracksuit, I'd be a cleaning lady.

Wow. Check this out.

- Can we do this?

- Sure. It's crap that everything's full.

Sometimes you just have to be

assertive.

I can't wait to see this.

You got a problem?

Smart move.

I know you from somewhere. Since

when do you dance with the Spanish?

So you don't qualify.

We're going to have a coffee break.

- Those morons.

- Don't get worked up.

I'm not. Didn't you see

what that guy did?

- Yes. Dance better than you.

- F*** you.

- What was that?

- She's right, though.

We hardly know each other. We have

different styles, and no routine.

What are we doing here?

Wait.

- Excuse me?

- Sorry, but I don't do bad hotels.

But this isn't a bad hotel.

It's a perfect hotel.

Yes. You can even rent rooms

by the hour.

Oh, yuck. By the hour...

Fortunately, you only need

five minutes.

You know, guys? Good luck. We'll call.

Bye.

- What are you doing here?

- It was open.

- You can't just walk in.

- I wanted Samuel.

- He's not here. Go.

- Have you seen Ray?

- He's not in my shower either. Go away.

- Just tell me...

No. Go away.

Did you forget something?

Moron.

- Damn, Tara. Where were you?

- Just around.

Wow. That's bad, Mama.

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