Happiness

- Your tap-dancing was good, but your Bobby lacked vulnerability.

Well, in my defence, I was 14.

- Did age stop Sir Laurence Olivier from playing Othello?

- Such a good point. - What do you want, Charlie?

I've finished your mother's biscuits, so I'm not offering you tea.

- I need you to come back — to Pizazz.

I can't do it.

- Yes, I heard about your little tantrum.

As a director, it's very important to keep one's emotions under control.

Can you just do it, Adrian?

But... the show opens tonight.

If not for me, then... Mum.

- Gaye has made her feelings about me very clear.

Adrian, if you need me to beg,

I will do it.

Ave, geek.

Well, I won't be part of your tragedy, Charlie Summers.

You can stay kneeling!

I have directed 113 productions at Pizazz,

and never in my career have I been so badly treated.

I gave everything to that musical, and what did I get in return?

Jealousy and betrayal. I feel like J K Rowling.

Please.

- Well, I can't be expected to make such a big decision on the spot. You've said your piece —

I suggest you leave while you still have a sliver of dignity left,

and you can put the record back on!

Tosca's just about to murder Scarpia.

It's my favourite part.

OK, well, I'll make a list.

- Well, we need to space the choreo on the set.

Good idea.

We also need the set.

Uh... excellent point.

Um— Connor?

The horse?

Uh— it's a bit...

lame.

Ah.

- So I was thinking maybe Gloria and I could come up with a workaround.

Oh— I-I've actually got to rehearse the band.

Oh! Absolutely. Oh, she's busy.

Um...

- Gaye? - Yes, sweetheart?

- Ezra needs help. - Darling, what's wrong?

- The costumes aren't ready. He's run out of time. - (SNIFFLES)

Oh. Oh well, you know —

I mean, do we— do we even need costumes? (CHUCKLES)

Yes. - Yeah. - Yes, of course we do.

We're not at a funeral, ladies!

This is show business!

Adrian.

I didn't think you'd ever— - Gaye.

There'll be plenty of time for apologising later.

Right now, we have a show to put on!

Gloria, you should be rehearsing the band, not fraternising with members of the cast.

Now, the rest of you —

clear the stage

for my ladies!

Margaret, pick up the pace. Don't waste their time, Ezra.

You have two hours.

Thank you.

- You can't stage a war without an army, can you?

And you can't run an army without... a general.

Hey, Nicky! - Ah, no time for hugs.

- Right! Let's get this show on the road!

Five, six, seven, eight!

One and two!

Two and four!

Just show it to me, Nancy.

- We've got a slight issue with the horse.

Looks like a Shetland pony.

Get out of it, Barbara!

Hello...

...fur thing.

It's Charlie, right?

Steve.

Married to Adam.

Oh, right, yes.

Adam.

Um, we...

Made out.

I know.

Hot.

Oh. (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) Oh.

You lost?

- No, no. I often come to the beach to... work, or...

you know, eat...

pray,

love.

Heard you were fired.

- Yes, well, Catz is a very challenging project.

From Pizazz.

Yes, that's also true.

- Adam's been buzzing about it all week.

Loved it.

- Excuse me? - Well, it's just drama, drama, drama at that place, eh?

Suppose it's why you all go.

You excited about tonight?

I wouldn't be welcome.

It's only music theatre, mate.

Never had a bad night at Pizazz.

You can be my date,

unless you need to...

you know, work.

- All members of Pizazz — beginners on stage.

Thanks. Beginners on stage.

Gloria.

Gloria.

Look, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have run away.

I'm sorry.

My family carries an intergenerational blood curse, and I don't want you to be maimed.

For the last 27 years, every time my family marries someone, they get into a hand accident.

You're a composer. You need your hands.

Look, I can't let anything happen to you.

Or your hands.

The world needs to hear your music.

I just wish I could have given you the big horse you deserve.

Just makes so much sense.

I could always feel there was this shadow following you, and now I know why.

Shadow.

That's it. You're a genius!

I am?

Gloria!

Hurry up!

Hey, guys.

I think we're just in— - Sorry.

- ...just in here. - Sorry. Excuse me.

I'm sorry. - So sorry.

Hi, Reverend. (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

# Come back in time,

# 1100 BC,

# to the most exquisite kingdom that you ever did see.

# The fall of an empire.

# A city destroyed.

# Our mythic musical —

# Welcome to Troy.

- # An epic adventure, a tale of woe.

- # It's the Greeks against the Trojans, which you probably know.

# There's plenty of women, it's not just the boys.

# And of course, there is a horse.

# Welcome to Troy.

- # Heroes and villains, kings and queens,

# tales of glory and glorious scenes.

# Acts of deception and torrid affairs— - # Ah-ah-ah.

- # All in the service of those upstairs.

- # We are the goddesses — we cause all this fuss.

# This is the danger of not listening to us.

# We need respect or disaster awaits —

# contempt for us is tempting fate.

# Don't tempt fate...

# You're all in for an evening

# we hope you enjoy.

# Our show is all historical,

# the war is allegorical,

# the horse is metaphorical.

And me, I play an oracle!

# Oh, go on.

# Welcome to Troy. #

Stagehand!

# I'm not fighting for Hector.

- # You're not fighting for him. - # I'm not fighting for pride.

- # And if you lose a limb or two... - # No, I am fighting for you.

- # I will wait for you. - (VOCALISES)

# I am fighting...

# For you. #

Paris, noble prince...

the winds of war

blow beyond our control.

Your love has sparked a flame,

and destiny fans its embers.

But at what cost, Helen?