Flesh and Bone

Previously on "Flesh and Bone"...

You need to understand your power...

your talent...

your beauty.

I'm not an animal.

Prescott is just waiting for you to retire

so he can breed you like one.

I think Mia's had issues with food for a long time.

Issues?

I'm talking about the disease, the M.S.

M.S.?

Nice to meet you, Jimjo.

It's Bryan.

I trusted you, and you ruined it!

It's not your book!

Behold the dragon!

Trey. Please step in. - What?

House seats on opening night,

invitation to gala for myself and friends.

Don't you grab!

You want Claire.

Look in my eyes and say it.

Say it to my face!

It's all yours.

Come here.

I can't.

Bryan, I need you to see.

Romeo!

Romeo?

Clementine.

Romeo, are you up there?

Can you come down?

Yes.

I-I--

Yes.

I...just want to talk.

Can we talk?

I read the book.

I think I get the story, Romeo.

Well, some of what you wanted me to know, anyway.

Especially...

the part where the girl's struggling and she's at war.

You talked about me breaking the chains

and freeing myself.

I don't know how you know so much.

I'm sorry for upsetting you.

You didn't deserve that.

I'm not myself.

Whatever that means.

You're the princess.

The story is scary as hell.

Ever had one of those days

where you wish you'd never been born?

The story...

sometimes it's hard to know what part you play.

I have a-a problem.

I do-- I don't know. That-- that's the thing.

I'm confused about-- about who I am

in the-- in the story.

I thought I was the-- the middle man,

that I-I was the facilitator,

the sayer of things and the seer of things,

or...maybe even--

maybe even...

the prophet.

Now I'm concerned.

What if I'm...

God, I don't want to be.

What if it's me?

The dragon?

No.

No, that's not you.

How can you be sure?

Because...

You're the hero.

What?

What did you just say?

Here.

This is you.

You saved Mia.

Trust me-- you're the hero.

You're the hero, Romeo.

You are.

"The hurricane swirled fast and grey.

All of their blind, unblinking eyes

beheld the hero, gleam and stride.

Through darkness into lullaby,

as silence sliced across the land.

As sharp as shards of bottle green,

as soft as snow and feather light.

When the hero carved the story clean

and the fiery dragon fell."

Hey, get down here!

You got to see this!

Oldie but a goodie!

Bryan, Claire, are you guys hungry?

Hey, Frank, why don't you light the grill?

Hey, hey! Look at...

Baseball friend!

You fuckin' putz.

We fuckin' made fuckin' mincemeat out of them fuckin' fags!

Watch your language.

1071, baby. Fuck yeah.

Fuck yeah, right?

Come on, Bryan. Show them how it's done.

What the fuck you think you're doing?

Only a homo flexes somethin' he don't got. - Bunch of knuckleheads.

Why you hittin' yourself, huh? Why you hittin' yourself?

Why you hittin' yourself? - Frank. Leave him alone.

Shut your pie hole. He's fine.

Hey. Hey! Hey, come on, come on.

Man up, you little homo. Quit your sniveling.

That's right. Run away, you little homo.

We had some good times, huh?

Claire. Wave to the camera. Wave to mommy.

Hey, hot pants, point that thing over here,

where the winners are.

You remember?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You going somewhere?

Market.

Good.

Pick me up some beer.

Sure thing.

Three, four.

I'm going to try Kiira again.

Oh, fuck that relentless, conniving KBG diva.

She's a Ruski fucking fossil.

This is our lucky day!

Voicemail.

Will you call her?

Why the hell would I do that?

She'll answer if it's you.

Why can't you see that Kiira gave us

the best opening-night gift ever?

Fucking merde!

Yeah, it's going to be an impressive sight

when half our audience walks out.

Our subscribers paid to see Kiira Koval.

And all of them will witness

the most exciting dancer they have seen in years.

Make sure those are redone. - Yes, sir.

How do you not see this is magic in the making?

You're myopic. Open your eyes.

Trying to keep it real, Paul.

You want to know what's real?

Half our audience will be dead in five years.

That's real.

We make art for the living.

Now stop naysaying.

You know I hate naysaying.

I'm going to get him a latte.

You want one?

I need a drink.

I do not need an emergency rehearsal right now.

My whole life is a fucking emergency.

This blows.

Totally blows.

Like, we're gonna be so tired.

Going to be?

How am I supposed to be feeling right now?

As in you're trying to feel bad for Kiira

but you're totally psyched?

You're not just another pretty face.

I'll keep it together. Don't worry.

As you may or may not have heard,

Miss Kiira Koval is unable to be with us tonight,

and I ask that you respect her privacy.

Moving on...

Miss Claire Robbins will dance in Toni's piece

this evening and in all ensuing performances.

Miss Daphne Kensington will be performing Kiira's role in "Rubies."

Another 15 before I can turn on the lights.

Union rules.

I urge all of you to rise to the occasion.

Now go. Go and prepare, warm up.

And when Ivana gets here, we'll run "Rubies."

What the hell?

Sorry.

Clear the stage till I get it cleaned up.

Do you smell burning toast?

I...

What?

What happened -- here?

Should I be concerned? Is everything all right?

Why would you do this? - It just happened.

It certainly did. Good lord.

Yes, you're going to be fine.

Just fine. Perfectly fine.

I just... need you to take deep breaths.

You know I have every faith in you.

You know that, right?

This is the most momentous moment for you -- for us.

But don't let expectations weigh on you.

Just...do what you do, my darling. Do what you do.

Yes? Yes?

Good?

Good.

We'll...