Beat the World

-Dude, that was sick. -Yo, you smashed me, kid.

-Did your thing. -Thanks, man.

Held your own against Spider-Man over here.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know. -Come on, Easy, man.

Why you always gotta be so pessimistic?

Easy, I keep telling you...

...if we wanna win this Beat the World competition, our moves gotta be fresh.

We're gonna be the first crew to bring freerunning to hip-hop.

That's Eric from the Flying Steps.

Yeah, he ain't bad, man.

He's three-time world solo champion.

His crew has won Beat the World for the last two years in a row.

I don't know much about hip-hop, but I know parkour.

I think your idea of putting the two together is wicked.

This time, I'm gonna be ready for them.

-What's up, baby? -Hey, guys.

All right, guys, I gotta go. You working tonight?

Yeah, yeah.

-See you at work. -All right, man.

-Catch you later, Maya. -See you.

-Mind if l take the back way out? -l don't have a back way.

What the hell?

You know your friend is crazy?

Yeah.

Whoa, what's wrong?

I was working on some flips and l came out of a roll a little hard.

I know you wanna win this dance competition, but you gotta be careful.

This isn't some street battle.

I win this and there's no more working nights...

...no throwing crates and stuff.

I'll have a chance to work on music videos for Jay-Z...

...making some real money, you know what l'm saying?

Then l can take care of you in style.

I don't need someone to take care of me.

It doesn't make a difference to me how much money you make.

Yeah, that's what you say, but I know how it goes.

Five years from now, if l'm still packing crates, it'll be:

"Yuson who? Who? Who's Yuson?"

What l want is a best friend who will always make me laugh...

...who will be there when l cry...

...and always tell me that I'm beautiful, even when I'm old, wrinkled and fat.

Hold up. You lost me on the "wrinkled and fat" part.

Oh, did I? Did l?

That was fast.

Sorry, l have to be somewhere.

Will l see you again?

Sure, sure. l'll give you a call.

But you don't have my number.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One and two, three and four...

...five and six, seven and eight.

Beautiful.

So next part. Eric's gonna come through the middle.

Down, left, right and one, two.

You're late.

It wouldn't be hip-hop if l was on time.

Seriously, how hard is it to be on time?

Big deal. l'm here.

We only have three weeks left to learn all the new routines.

Since when do you speak for the crew?

Since Martin put her in charge.

Really?

Congratulations.

Come on, then. Let's see what Nina's got for us.

Don't be so cold.

-l miss us. -There's no more us, Eric.

Why are you always torturing me like this?

Yeah.

I broke up with you because you cheated on me...

...and l'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

That's just twisted.

All right. Good job.

It would have been better if Carlos was here.

He's probably watching the match.

He's hooking up with his cousin at the travel agency.

Then one of us should have gone with him.

Because you don't trust him?

I'm just saying.

He's the one that had the dream to do this.

Without Carlos, we wouldn't be going anywhere...

...but back to work at the restaurant.

-What are you gonna have, Carlos? -l want to make a bet on the game.

Oh, man. I thought you weren't betting anymore.

Twenty thousand on Brazil.

They've never lost to the U.S. It's a sure thing.

The moves Justin's giving you guys are sick.

You're Yuson's girl, so your opinion don't count.

-l gotta go. -All right, babe.

See you later, okay?

-Bye, guys. -Bye.

What are you waiting for? Let's get started.

Listen, on the real.

How's some white boy from London supposed to be coming...

...showing us some moves?

Look, mate, it was Yuson's idea and l'm up for it, but if you ain't into it--

Come on. We have three more weeks to get this routine down.

It's your crew.

-Okay. -Start with the move...

...l showed you last week.

-Run up the wall and backflip off. -Come on, not that shit.

Shit hurts.

-Come on. -There we go.

That's it. You got it, you got it.

Same energy. Ready, so we good to go?

Leg powers through, lean back, look to the ground, and we're good.

-Come on, Easy. -Yo, yo, Easy.

Oh, man.

Yo, you ready?

There we go.

Laid out.

Oh, sweet.

-Shit still hurt. -Doesn't hurt me.

Maybe it's a white thing.

Hurry up. We're gonna be late.

I'll wait outside.

Everything's cool, right?

-What do you mean? -With your cousin.

You are getting him the money, right?

You don't trust me now?

Of course I do.

You know that.

Okay, let's go.

Where the hell is he? What is he doing?

-Carlos. -Come on.

What took you so long?

-You saw how busy it was. -Come on.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

Twenty thousand reis, with interest?

And you're gonna make at this dance competition in the U.S.?

-That's right. -What if you don't win?

We're the best. I mean, we can't lose.

Just like Brazil couldn't lose.

I'll pay double the interest.

All right.

My friends, your tickets to freedom.

I can't believe that we are really going.

Airline tickets, hotel, ground transportation.

I even got the hotel to throw in a free room upgrade.

Let me show you guys something.

The competition is right there in our backyard.

Now all we have to do is cross that bridge and it's ours for the taking.

That's all good, but I still say jumping off of buildings...

...and running into brick walls isn't hip-hop.

-Yeah, why not? -Why not?

See? You can't touch this.

There's no groove for what you do.

Sure, there is. You just ain't seeing it.

-Got something to show me, bring it. -All right.

Tomorrow, the old warehouse on River Street, 4:00.

What we gonna do? We gonna throw down or what?

Just be there. You'll see.

Where are you going, man?

Gotta hook up with a few of my boys.

-Seriously? -What?

What?

You gotta be kidding me.

Did he just do that?

This is C-R-O-W Windsor.

Hey, don't forget Beat the World, coming to Detroit in two weeks.

The best hip-hop crews from around the world will throw down...

-...for a $1 00,000 first prize. -All right.

Hey. What are you doing here?

My parents are sitting on the couch.

How you doing, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson?

Hello, Yuson.

-See, we all good. -You think you're so smooth.

I gotta be to have a girl like you.

What do you think for tonight? Movies, dinner, I don't know--

I can't tonight. l got work to do.

It's Friday night. What work to do?

-l gotta write my acceptance speech. -For what?

The Economics Award for Excellence?

Oh, that's right. l didn't know you had to write a speech for that.

I don't just have to give a speech. I have to write about my essay...

-...and sound intelligent. -That's a piece of cake for you.

You're the smartest girl l know. I tell you that.

Well, that's sweet of you to say, but I still gotta write my speech.

Just bring it to my place.

And how much work do you think I'm gonna get done?

Come on. Just like in high school, you know?

You used to come over, study and stuff.

That's my point.

Come on, trust me. I'll keep you focused, l promise.

I'm serious.

I am too. l promise.

What's wrong?

Does it look like I'm getting any work done here?

You gonna leave me hanging like this?

You know what? That's your problem.

I told you straight-up I had work to do.

What about me?

I better go.

Come on, babe. You sure you don't wanna--?

Yuson, I gotta go.

All right.

-l'll take you home. -Thank you.

You don't know what you're missing.

You got 1 5 minutes.

Well, babe, here we go.

Okay. Don't forget tomorrow, you're picking me up at 6. Okay?