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Ever since I was a young girl...

...you'd find me up in my room

dancing in front of the mirror.

Carly and her street dance crew,

smashing it on some stage...

the crowd going wild.

It kept me going after

I left home.

I came to London where

street dance led me to my new family.

My crew.

I'm still dancing and dreaming

in front of that mirror.

It's just now...

I share my dream.

We're going to be late, man.

Hello? Guys!

We're halfway to New York.

If we dance like that in the finals

who is going to beat us?

Final call for The Surge.

Guys.

- Damn they're good.

- That's why they're champions, Carly.

Guys? Show some class.

- Are you going to get the drinks in, then?

- Maybe.

Jay-2-0, the next UK champions!

I love you.

Your round, Mac!

Guys!

Guys!

Okay, this is... this is the

hardest thing I've ever had to do.

I'm going.

- I wanted to end it on a high.

- Yeah, good one, Jay.

I'm serious. I'm under a lot of

pressure right now...

...at work and Uni....

something's got to give,

and it's got to be this.

- So, what are you saying?

- Jay?

We've all got pressures, bruv....

we've got a chance to be

UK champions...

...go to New York and

represent our country.

And I wouldn't do this

if I didn't think you could handle it.

But, you can.

Carly knows all the choreo,

she can take it from here.

- Can't we just talk about it?

- I've made up my mind.

It's your crew now.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Come on, man.

This is some joke, t'ing.

I'm going to sort it, alright?

- You're not going to change my mind.

- What's wrong, Jay?

I thought you wanted to win?

Be UK Champions!

Sometimes you've got

to make choices.

Why didn't you tell me?

I looked like such an idiot.

I need to get my head straight.

Have a bit of a time out.

Well, have a week off

and come back.

I mean from everything...

everyone.

- I need to get rid of distractions for a bit.

- Thanks, and I'm a distraction?

The biggest.

- Is it because I said I love you?

- No! It's just a time out.

If you take over the crew,

you won't even notice I'm gone.

Okay?

One jacket, with cheese.

Enjoy!

- He said it was just a time out.

- Oh, cut and run, Carls.

He's ditched us all five weeks

before the finals!

I can take Jay's place

in the crew...

-...as your man.

- Yeah, right, Eddie.

Keep practicing!

Let's just concentrate on winning

the streetdance finals, yeah?

Yeah, you're right...

...and then he'll want me back,

won't he?

Blonde and northern.

Tragic, really.

Thanks, Eddie...

Let's get down to rehearsals.

Offer still stands, Carly.

Why me? Shouldn't you be

running the crew Shawna?

- I just dance. You see the bigger picture.

- Will they listen to me?

Not if you sound like that.

You've got to be kick-arse Carly, man.

Come on, give me some heat....

Is that all you got?

Allez. Go into the centre.

I don't get it.

He's lost his family, rude boy.

How can we be Jay-2-0 without Jay?

It don't make no sense.

- Why are they stood outside?

- Just march in and show no fear.

Come on, give me some heat.

Give me some.

Come on.

That was lame.

Kick arse Carly, or kissarse?

Come on guys let's get started.

- Okay, guys, slight hitch.

- You didn't book the rehearsal space.

- Was I meant to?

- Come on, Carly.

You were the boss, right?

If you want to lead,

Frankie, be my guest.

Without Jay,

it's a waste of time.

- Steph, what are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

- We're supposed to be a crew.

- Don't worry. They'll be back.

Guys.... I.... can replace them.

- Come on, Eddie.

- You got to learn from the Da Boogie Man.

Listen, guys,

I don't know how to do this yet.

But what I do know is

we have got a heavy crew.

We've got a final in September.

Can't we just find somewhere to

rehearse and get on with it?

Show Jay what we're made of.

Fix up, man!

My hair!

- Oh, Shawna!

- Sorry.

- Gosh, man.

- Alright, Aimee.

- I think I've got hypothermia.

- You're so extra.

- We're supposed to dance outside.

- Not in England.

- America, maybe.

- Then, let's get there...

...but we've gotta be

UK Champions first.

Only if we rehearse in a studio.

Health and Safety, innit?

But we need money.

Have you got any?

Don't get rude, Carly.

If you let us use your studio for free

we'll wear T-shirts advertising your gym.

Hello?

- Bill for your little party last night.

- You what?

You wanna keep your job?

This ain't a drop-in-centre

for you and your mates.

- We only had a few Kit-kats.

- And...?

I need every penny

I've got for dance space.

And...?

Well, why don't you sponsor us?

Now, that is funny.

Right, off your butt, twinkle toes.

Eddie's late, so...

...you deliver these and I'll

think about letting your off the bill.

With a smile, Carly. With a smile.

That's better.

- Are you the sandwich girl?

- Yeah, is it a chicken salad?

- That's me.

- And one drink....

That's $ 5.50, please.

You're welcome to stay and watch,

if you like.

No, you're alright.

I was looking more

at your room, actually.

- That doesn't say much for my dancers.

- No, they're very good.

They're not really feeling it though,

are they? They look bored stiff.

Why are you interested in the room?

I need somewhere to rehearse

for my street dance crew.

I don't suppose you rent these rooms

for a fiver, do you?

- Are you any good?

- God, yeah.

Got the UK finals in a few weeks.

We'd blow this lot out of the water.

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