All language subtitles for Battle of the Year [2013 Eng Drama]

That's last year's Battle of the Year.

It's an international b-boy competition
held in France,

which for the last 15 years

the United States has lost.

I went to a concert this past weekend,

and I overheard some high school kids
saying that b-boying was no longer cool

and it was something their parents did.

That scared me.

It scared me because this company,
everything I've built,

started off with b-boying.

It's obviously still cool over in France.

The government subsidizes
Battle of the Year.

The government is keeping hip-hop alive.

Still cool in Russia,

Germany,

Korea.

But it's not cool here where it was founded.

Which would explain why, domestically,
our sales are down.

Merchandising, record sales,
ticket sales, apparel.

But for the first time
in this company's history,

international sales are exceeding domestic.

We are in trouble.

Think about it, if b-boying ain't cool,
how long before hip-hop isn't cool?

And what will that mean
to our business, our company?

Hey, yo!

- Wake up!
- Hold on!

Get your ass up.

Come on, man.
You can sleep when you're dead.

Coming.

Dante?

See your maid
doesn't do windows, does she?

What the hell are you doing here, man?

I've been calling, you ain't been answering.

I've been busy lately.

All right, well, bring your busy ass over
and open up this door.

This ain't no prison visit.

You look like shit.

Look, if you came here to sweat me, D...

Came here to make you a proposition.

You gonna let me in or what?

Okay.

This... This old thing work?

All right. Here we go.

Check this out.

That's Japan versus Korea,
world champions.

I mean, b-boying ain't the same

from back in the days
when we were dancing, man.

I mean, what's the farthest
we ever had to go to battle,

the Bronx?

Now these kids are battling
in Japan, Germany, France.

So, the Battle of the Year
is coming up, right?

And I'm sponsoring the US crew.

So my crew is called LA's Finest.
Now, these kids are good.

Acrobatic, they got skills,
but they're not great.

Yet.

Only missing one thing.

You.

I want you to coach the crew.

Coach?

Now, I know you need money, so...

Here you go, check that out,

let me know if that meets your approval.

But the freestyle sessions are next month,

and I need you to prepare my crew for battle.

- I was a basketball coach.
-It doesn't matter.

A coach is a coach,
and you were the best I've ever seen, man.

- It's in your heart.
- I ain't that guy anymore.

Just come with me,
let's go check out the boys,

and if you think they suck, you walk away.

No pressure. So what are you waiting on?

- You don't want me, D.
- I mean, seriously,

how many opportunities do you have

come knocking at your window
every day, WB?

- Can't even keep my own shit straight.
- Look, I'm not gonna stand here

and pretend like
I know what you're going through,

'cause I don't.

But, come on, man, that fire in your heart,

that need to win and the ability

to infect those around you
and get them to believe the same thing?

Man, you still got that shit.
Guys like you don't lose it.

Look, man, this right here, this ain't you.

You had trajectory.

And I'll be frank with you, man,

you and I both know
she's never coming back.

You know what, man?

- We're done here.
- I was wrong.

This was a prison visit.

And this is your cell, man.

The only difference
has been between my life and yours,

is that I made a life out of opening doors

and you made one out of closing them.

Dig One Entertainment. Please hold.

Dig One Entertainment. How may I help you?

WB!

Welcome to Dig One, baby.

What's up, D?

- It's impressive.
- So talk to me.

Tell me something good, man. You in?

Not yet.

I need to do some homework,
see if I can even pull this off, all right?

Follow me.

That's it.

About 100 hours of footage,
goes back four or five years.

- Need anything else?
- A hundred hours, huh?

Maybe a pot of coffee, couple sandwiches.

So that is just coffee in there, right?

Yeah. Just coffee.

- Good.
- Keep the good shit right here.

Come on, D.

Can't plug the cork overnight.

- Doesn't work that way.
- I'll be in my office.

Okay, got you a fresh pot.

Did you want me to order you
any dinner before I punch out?

- No, I'm all good, thank you.
- Yeah.

Yo, look at those elbow spins.

That shit is nasty.

Koreans came strong that year.

Those K-boys are like superheroes.

- You b-boy?
- Nah, I wish.

My people are not exactly
chosen when it comes to breaking.

- What do you mean, your people?
- Jews.

We're rhythmically challenged.

We're stripped of our swag
at the circumcision.

I've made my peace with it. Anyway, I'm a fan.

Be dope to see the US crew take the BOTYs.

- What the hell is a BOTY?
- Seriously?

Have a seat. What's your name?

Franklyn, with a

Blake.

So, Franklyn with a fill me in.

The BOTYs stands for Battle of the Year.

It's the world cup of b-boying.

It's the premier event,
the big daddy of them all.

It started in Germany in the '90s,
but now it takes place in France.

Why France?

'Cause the only thing the French
revere more than carbs is dance.

Anyway, 20 countries bring their top crew
to battle for the world championship.

And a nice Jewish kid like you
knows all this because?

They don't teach you how to
pick up chicks at Hebrew school,

and breaking made me cool.

I mean, I might be Jewish,
but my religion is hip-hop.

You've seen Planet B-Boy, yeah?

Afraid not.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

Why is Dante having you coach his crew?

That's a good question.

Planet B-Boy, it's like our bible.

It's this dope documentary
about what b-boying is now.

Can I see that?

- What, this?
- Yeah.

What is this thing?

It's the new Sony tablet.

It's the future.

Planet B-Boy,
it's got a billion rentals on Netflix.

Hold on.

Check it out.

Come on, wake up! Wake up!

No time to sleep! Work to do!

- What time is it?
-9:00.

You been holed up in here all night?

Hundred hours of footage, right?

Guess you did your homework, huh?

Enough, anyway-

When did all this shit happen?

- Feeling old yet?
- Little bit.

The moves these guys
are pulling off are phenomenal.

The Koreans are on fire.

And we need some of that fire for our crew.

So what's up, man? We got a deal or what?

- Two conditions.
- Name them.

First, I want Franklyn here
as my assistant coach.

- For real?
- This guy?

Yeah.

All right, done. Second one?

This right here.

Made a little addendum to your contract.

If this is about money, I'll take care of it.

It's just one line, D. Just read it.

"If I do this..."

I can't make this out, man.
It's chicken scratch.

- What does that say?
-"If I do this,

"I got to do it on my own terms."

Little place for your initials right there.

Okay.

You are a tough negotiator, my man.

All right, let's go see
the crew in about an hour.

Hey, Jan, how you doing?

I'm doing busy.

Can I see D? It won't even take a minute.

And I would do that for you because?

'Cause we're co-workers
and I'd really appreciate it.

Try again.

'Cause I'm just a boy
standing in front of a girl

asking her to further his career.

I love that movie.

- What's your name again?
- Seriously?

Franklyn. With a

Franklyn with a "Y" is here to see you.

Go back to the first one.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you.

No bother. Have a seat.

Okay, let's go with that one,
but kill the roses.

The band's manager really wanted the roses.

Right, killing the roses.

What's up?

I just wanted to tell you

I didn't know anything about him asking me
to take the coaching job.

You saying you don't want to do this now?

No, I want to do it,

but I didn't want you to think
that I put WB up to it or something.

Listen, nobody puts WB
up to anything, not even me.

Yeah, I just wanted to make sure
you and I were cool.

- Cool?
- I mean, you hooked me up with this job, D,

and I don't want to seem ungrateful.

Look here, man, let me level with you.

I don't even know who you are.

What's your name?

Seriously?

I'm Franklyn with a

- How old are you?
- I'll be 23 in December.

Franklyn with a
do you know who these two guys are?

Yeah.

Yeah, y'all were ground-breakers
back in the day.

When I started off with the crew,
we were called the Battle Troop Crew.

We battled each other
more than we battled other crews.

Until WB showed up.

Comes up as a foster kid from Georgia

with this country, hillbilly-type swag,

but it was something about him, man,
that he just unified the crew.

He just knows how to bring people together.

And this is in the early days of hip-hop,

back before white boys
were rapping and b-boying.

That wasn't around back then.
It was just black and Latino.

That's all we had.

So when we would show up to a battle, man.

But you know what?

When he'd leave that cipher,

he went from white bread to Wonder Bread.

That's how good he was.

Guess I know why you call him WB.

Oh, yeah.

But if he was so dope,
then why did he stop breaking?

He wanted to do the right thing.

See, back in those days, man,
we were all broke.

- There was no money in b-boying.
- Sure.

So, when he got his girlfriend pregnant,

her uncle offered him an assistant basketball
coaching job at St. Mark's,

-and he took it.
- Wait, not St. Mark's that, that racked up

-all those state championships?
- Yeah.

And he was the head coach
at the time that they did it.

Then what is he doing back here?

- Starting over.
- I don't follow.

Couple years ago,

WB lost his wife and son
in a horrible car accident.

Completely tore his world apart, man.

I mean, he just...

He checked out.

And I'm hoping that he's ready
to check back in.

And if I'm right,

you're gonna learn more
in five weeks from that man

than you ever would
in five years in this place.

That I promise.

If it doesn't work out, well,
we tried, right, Franklyn

with a "Y"?

Change how you think, change your life.

There it is. There it is!

See?

D, didn't I tell you? Bring on the French.

Bring on the punk-ass Koreans.

I like that. Looking good.

I like what I see. Good job.

Coach, what do you think?

You saw me clapping.

You guys are good.

No disrespect, but aren't those

the same moves you guys
brought to France?

That wasn't anything like France.

I've been watching your tapes.

European tours, regionals.

You've changed the sequencing, yes,

but it's basically the same
routine as four years ago.

D, didn't I tell you this
coaching thing wasn't gonna fly?

You don't tell me shit. You understand?

I'm not trying to play the hard case with you,

but I just want you to know
we do have other options.

Are they threatening me?
Sounds like a threat, right?

- Are you threatening me?
- Come on, man.

This is your coach. What Coach says, you do.
End of story.

Coach?

All right, everybody line up right here.

Come on, fellas.

All right, everybody turn to the right.

Chins up, start walking.

Let's take this outside.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Think they got options, right?

I brought you here to make 'em better,
not kick 'em out into the street.

They may have a little bit of attitude...

I don't care about attitude. Bring it.

These guys are stuck, D.
They ain't getting any better.

How long they been a crew, five years?

- Six years.
- Even worse.

They've hit the tipping point.

They've stopped putting all their blood,
sweat and tears into winning a battle

and started putting it into just not losing.

Trust me, man, I got a plan.

What you have is an empty room.

That's what you got.

All right, what's your plan? Make it good.

Insanity is doing
the same damn thing over and over

and expecting a different result.

That's what we've been doing.

It's why we can't compete, D.

All of our competitors are gonna bring
their best dancers,

but the US, we send one crew from one city
with maybe two or three top-tier b-boys on it.

What we should be doing
is cherry-picking the top b-boys

from every crew in every city across America.

Okay, let me get this straight.

So you're saying put together some kind of
b-boy all-star team?

A b-boy dream team.

We did the same thing in basketball,
and we started that sport, too.

We were getting schooled in the Olympics
till we put Jordan, Magic, Bird,

Barkley, Ewing on the court,

our dream team.

That dream team had time to prepare.

You do realize you're trying to put together

a whole new crew in what?

Battle of the Year is in three months?

Here's the beauty of it.
Freestyle sessions are next week.

All the top crews are gonna be in town.

Instead of a tune-up for LA's Finest,

why not turn it into
a try-out for a national team?

When you put the word out
you're sponsoring a dream team,

they'll come in droves.

It's an opportunity of a lifetime.

So that's your plan?

That's my plan.

It better work.

All right, so listen up.

Dante, the once legendary b-boy,
now hip-hop mogul,

is putting out a nationwide shout.

Yo, this is it. Pay close attention.

Crews from sea to shining sea,

north, south, east and west, this is for you.

My man Dante is on the hunt
for America's best b-boys

to represent the US
in the world championship.

That's right, he's gonna
handpick a dream team.

You want to be a part of it,

get down to that freestyle competition
with Cross One,

and if you think you got
what it takes to represent

the red, the white, the blue,
you'd better bring it.

- Okay, Terrence.
-Check, check, check.

My man D is prowling for b-boy gold.

If your crew has what it takes,
you need to come on down here.

We are looking for the best of the best.

I don't care how you get down here.

Just bring your ass on down.

Here's our first 32.

So what now?

Now we see what they're made of.

Tell me your name and where you're from.

Name's Sight, representing Desert Rock.

This is Kilowatt, Cincinnati Street Kings.

Grifter, Miami Viper Crew.

Bambino from the Rip Rock Crew, Baltimore.

Mayhem, Orlando, Florida.

Lil Adonis from Chicago.

Flipz, Bronx Rockers.

- I go by Kid.
- Rebel.

And we're representing Philadelphia.

Anis, Hollywood Jet Funk, via France.

Do Knock, LA Strangler Crew.

The name's Rooster.

I got the five elements of death,

footwork, style, power, originality and soul.

If you ain't got that,
don't even get in the ring.

- So why do you break?
- Breaking is my everything.

This means everything in the world to me.

It's the most important thing in my life.

- It's self-expression.
- I live it, I breathe it.

I didn't really have much,
and then I found breaking.

After Afghanistan, I needed b-boying.

- Breaking saved my...
- Life.

-It's the only thing I got.
- I'm a b-boy, and I'm gay,

and a lot of people have issue with that.

Imagine you're the son of a rabbi
and you're trying to be cool and break.

You're Jewish and a b-boy.

He's probably adopted.

A main goal that I think every b-boy has
is Battle of the Year.

Battle of the Year
is like the Mecca of b-boying.

It's like Eli Manning winning the Super Bowl.

It's like the Olympics to breaking.

- Battle of the Year means...
- Everything to a b-boy.

It's the only thing there is.

Why do you deserve to be on this crew?

- There is no dream team without Grifter.
-'Cause I'm damn good.

I have what it takes to be one of the...

- Best ever.
- Ever?

I want to be on that team that brings it home.

What do you think about when you battle?

My main focus is, if I don't win,

I got to go back to my old life.

- My mother.
- B-girls.

- Being so damn good.
- Kicking ass.

I think about how much I love b-boying.

Yeah, b-girls.

First of all, I want
to thank you all for coming.

We appreciate your efforts.
You did a great job.

But we only have 22 spots to fill,

so please stand up when I call your name.

- First up is Do Knock.
- Yes!

- Anis.
- Yes.

Hey, let me hear my name.

Sniper.

- Flipz.
- Yes.

Grifter.

- Did you hear your name?
- Man, we good.

Lil Adonis.

- Kilowatt.
- Yes.

- Bambino.
- Yeah.

- Aces.
- Yeah.

Mayhem.

- Gillatine.
- I knew it!

- Kid and Rebel.
- Yo.

- That's what's up.
- Both of us, man, both of us.

- Swat.
-A'ig ht.

- Abbstarr. Flair.
- Yeah!

Baby, yes!

- Dani.
- Amen.

-Intricate.
- I made it.

And finally...

Rooster.

Yes!

If I did not call your name,
thank you for coming.

If I did, see Franklyn here.

And, gentlemen,

be prepared to train harder, faster and longer

than humanly possible,
'cause over the next nine weeks,

only 13 of you
will make the final dream team.

That's it.

Damn.

What's up with the barbed wire?

What the hell is this place?

It's an old abandoned
juvenile detention center.

- Shit, my mom was right.
- What?

She always said I'd end up
in a place like this.

Dante makes mad money.
What are we doing here?

Coach picked it.

He used to teach summer basketball camp
here after it closed.

Not exactly B'nai B'rith, right?

Listen, man, just 'cause we're both Jewish
doesn't mean we're best friends.

Good stuff.

- This place is nasty.
- Looks good to me.

Compared to where I'm from,
this joint's the goddamn Hilton.

Welcome, gentlemen.

This beautiful park-like setting

is gonna be your new home
for the next few months.

Dorms are right through here.

Go ahead and drop your stuff
and get settled in.

- Nah, man.
- Are you serious?

- This is ridiculous.
- Crazy.

Yo, what is this place?

Listen, Coach, I was thinking on some ideas

ever since you made me your assistant.
Well, I want to earn my keep.

Anyway, I think we should get
a choreographer if you're really serious

about making a splash
at the Battle of the Year.

Someone who's done world tours
and worked with major artists.

What's that around your neck, Franklyn?

It's my coaching whistle.

Let me have it.

- Why?
- Give it up.

It's more of a support whistle for your

-head-coach whistle, so...
- Franklyn.

It just separates me from the b-boys.

- Let's have it.
- Can I say no?

- I really want to say no.
- Give me the damn whistle.

No.

Anything else?

Where's the coaches' quarters?

Over there, but you'll be staying with them.

Seriously?

Listen up!

Battle of the Year is three months away.

Take a moment, think about that.

In three months,

nine of you will be sitting
back on your couches

while the other 13 are in France,
representing America.

Center stage in a global arena.

Choice is yours.

You do this right,

nothing in your life will ever be the same.

Don't make the mistake
of thinking I'm your friend.

I'm not.

I'm here for one purpose.

Turn you into a team by whatever
means I deem necessary, period.

'Cause right now, in Korea, Japan,

France, Russia, all over the world,

guys are training 24/7

'cause they want to win
the Battle of the Year.

The question is, do you?

Our rules are simple.
Practice starts at 6:00 a.m.

-6:00 a.m.?
-6:00 a.m.?

You come at 6:01...

...you will be gone!

We train 12 hours a day, every day.

God takes Sundays off, we don't.

We ain't got time.

This facility will become your world.

Step outside that world, you will be gone.

Bitch about my simple rules,
you will be gone.

Hey, Coach.

Ask me some wise-ass question

about "you will be gone,"
and you will be gone.

Over each of the next nine Fridays,

I'll be handing one of you one of these.

Bus pass.

Take you back to wherever
it is you came from.

And you will be gone.

- Coach.
- Yeah.

- Tomorrow's Friday.
- That's correct.

And tomorrow, one of you will be gone.

You will be gone.

- Yo, check that out, son.
- What?

- This is what everybody's battling for.
- Pie?

Yeah, pie.

Twenty-two starving dogs
and not enough to go around.

I got mine.

- I know, I know, I got it.
- No, I'm serious. Focus.

Don't talk to anybody, don't look at nobody.

- Just us, double trouble.
- Right, double trouble.

- What's up, Kid?
- What's up, Do Knock?

Yo, what did I just say, man?
Are you serious?

Come on, man, he's cool.

Yay, herb-crusted shank steak
in a white wine reduction sauce.

Bon appétit, guys.

- We got a problem?
- I don't have a problem.

Why'd you get up when I sat down?

Listen, man, where I'm from,
we don't ask and you don't tell.

You should try it.

Are we good?

This is like Fame, but with Bloods and Crips.

Put 22 lions in a cage,
someone's bound to get bit.

I'm gonna have a drink. Take over.

Have 'em in their rooms by 11:00
and make sure they clean up their trays.

Me alone?

But I haven't even
established dominance yet.

What if they start throwing punches?

Try not to get hit.

Cool.

I'll just be here trading
cigarettes for protection.

You're gonna have a drink alone.
That's healthy.

The US b-boys,
they are mostly known for having

a lot of individual skills for battling.

They need to get together
as a crew and also overcome

that ego problem
that most of the b-boys have.

It's disastrous.

Sweet.

Yo.

Trying to be the first one gone?

Sorry.

Flipz.

Grab a pair.

Yo!

Dream Team sweats?

Sick!

Why you late, Flipz?
Yo, nice sweats, but what are these?

Baby Gap? That's cute.
You think you can take that to France?

Man, I just got here.

And you, look at these pockets
on your titties.

That shit ain't gonna get you to France.

You know who's going to France?
I'm going to France.

What you talking about?

All right, everybody line up,
shoulder to shoulder! Move!

I said, move!

What the hell? First day.

So this is how we begin, huh?

At each other's throats.

There's two ways
to have the tallest building in the world.

One, build yourself a giant-ass skyscraper.

Two...

...tear all the other skyscrapers down.

We're here to build.

To build a team.

The quicker you get that through your heads,

the better chance you got
of making that team.

Battle of the Year is your chance
to stand on top of the world.

But not if you keep thinking small.

Not if you're just trying to prove
you're better than the b-boy next to you.

Hey, Coach, I ain't got to prove shit.

I know I'm better than
the b-boy standing next to me.

- Still running that mouth, bro?
- Want to try and shut it?

Hey! Hey!

All right, that's it! That's it!

That's enough! You two got a problem?

- Do Knock's just jealous of Rooster.
-Hey!

I said, shut it!

Get back in line!

Get in line!

So you got to know
which one's the best, huh?

Well, let's clear the decks and find out.

We're splitting into teams.
I need two captains.

Do Knock and Rooster, surprise, surprise.

Pick your teams.

Double Trouble.

Anis, Flipz.

Kilowatt.

Same.

That's it, that's it! Let's go!

I want to see a warm-up.

Get it, little man!

Get him out of there!

- Let's go, baby!
- What you doing, huh?

Work it out, work it out.

Coach, can I ask you a question?

Smoke him, Rooster!

If the idea is making these guys
a team, then...

- Why have them battle?
- Yeah.

Isn't there enough bad blood already?

Just trying to figure out why
we're kicking the hornets' nest.

It's not like these guys
don't feel the pressure.

Wrong kind of pressure.

The right kind will make them a team.

Let's go!

Let's go, baby!

I'm about to show you how it's done.

- Yeah, that's right, boy.
- What?

- Man, you ain't got nothing!
- Yeah, get him!

Yeah, put it to him now.

Yo, Grifter, what are you doing?

Yo, it's not even your turn.

That's so wack.

Back up. I got this.

I got this. I got this.

I just owned you! Oh, yeah!

- Yeah!
- That's all you got, kid?

And especially you, Rooster!
No more questions.

- No more questions.
- This is a joke, right?

I look like I'm joking?

Today's Friday, Grifter,
somebody's got to go.

Not me. Hell, no, not me, Coach.
Any one of them, yo.

- Take your damn pick.
- You are my pick.

I said we're breaking into teams.

But you didn't become
part of a team, did you?

Yeah, but I just roasted them, Coach.
I smoked...

"I, I, I." Everything out of you is

You even understand the concept of a team?

Might be a cliche, son,
but there is no "I" in team,

and there'll be no "I" in this team.

This ain't no team, this is a crew!

And obviously, I'm better than anyone on it!

Congratulations.

Yo, Coach!

Coach!

Yo, I've taken shits bigger than Do Knock.

Sisqo wannabe over there.

It's not right.
Grifter smoked him, roasted him.

That was cold, babe.

- Coach fired off a warning shot.
- Damn right.

Don't give the man what he wants...

You will be gone.

Congratulations, Grifter. You're the best.

- Here's your bus pass.
- You will be gone.

Too bad it wasn't Rooster.

Thank God it wasn't me.

Yeah, word.

- Lot of kicks.
- Oh, yeah.

My sister's husband's cousin's mistress
runs advertising for Puma,

so she hooked us up with some gear.

Am I gonna have a problem with those two?

- Those two?
- Catch up, Franklyn.

What's the deal with Rooster and Do Knock?

They're in the middle
of a really heated Twitter war

-right now, so...
- The point?

They're like Shaq and Kobe.

They used to be real tight,
even ran a crew together.

- So what happened?
- You've seen them.

They both want to be the man.

Got to be more to it than that, man.

A while back, they were both
dating the same chick.

You know how that goes.

Two guys fall in love with the same girl,

settle it with dance.

It's a tale as old as...

...as time.

We got new bags?

We got bags?

- We all get one?
- What?

- Yo!
_l_ley!

Yo, listen up. This came from Dante, man.

You know how much these cost?
These aren't cheap.

I know I can't afford it.

What? No way. I got a PS Vita!

- Are you serious?
- You can control it from the back.

Yo, I got a shaver. Yo, I needed this.

Rebel, you don't have facial hair.

Hey, I'll trade you my camera for that.

It's got everything.

It's like Christmas in here
right now, seriously.

The criterias to judge on are
choreography itself, theme and music,

and if the crew are synchronized.

So the top four crews from the first rounds
are qualified for the second round...

It's real simple, gentlemen.

You don't place among the top four teams,

you don't even get a chance to battle
for the world championship.

In six weeks,
we have an exhibition against Russia.

For us to have any chance,
we must become a team.

And since we've been reminded
there's no "I" in team,

the word "I" is now forbidden.

We will hereafter strike it
from our vocabulary.

Whenever the word "I" comes
out of one of your mouths,

the entire team will do 100 pushups.

You will become "we,"
or we don't stand a chance.

All right, gentlemen, listen up.
We'll begin this nice and easy.

All right, sync drills. Everybody clear?

And five, six, seven, eight!

Feel the guy next to you?

By the Battle of the Year,
we should be able to do this blindfolded.

- You're messing me up, bro.
- Shut up, man.

- I'll smoke you.
- Keep talking, I'm gonna bust your ass.

Did we hear "I" over here?

You know what to do, gentlemen.

One, two...

All right, let's go, let's go!
Time is short here now!

Keep that formation tight.

There it is.

Right!

That's what I'm talking about.

Now we're getting somewhere.

All right, form your lines up.
Let's do it again.

Coach, we just did it, like... Come on, man.

Hold on a second.

This is the Olympics of our sport.

- Shit is crazy.
- What's that, Abbstarr?

Coach, no disrespect,
but b-boying is not a sport.

It's a dance. What we do is an art form.

Yeah, that's right.

All right, hey, listen up.

That's right.

Art versus sport,
very philosophical conversation.

Let's all have a seat. Let's talk about this.

You ever hear of a guy
named Magic Johnson?

- Of course, yeah.
- Of course.

Of course you have.

Played basketball, a sport.

But watching him play,

it's like art, poetry in motion.

Why can't it be both?

Let's form it up, and let's run it again.

We'll be here all night if you want to be!

Now, run it!

That's what I'm talking about. That's it.

Where is he?

Keep going, guys, four more!

What is this? Aren't you supposed to be

-working on the routine?
- We are.

By running them like a chain gang?

Where's Grifter?

He's gone.

- Gone where?
- Cut him.

So you cut one of our best b-boys?

Actually, he was the best.

Let me just make sure
we're on the same page here.

Am I mistaken, or was it not your idea

to take America's best b-boys to the worlds?

You're mistaken.

It was my idea to bring
the best team to the worlds,

which is what we're doing.

Ain't no "we," all right?

- You work for me.
- Back off.

No, you back off. I'm sponsoring this team.

I stuck my neck out for you.

I've been calling you, you don't call me back,

so I got to come down here
to see what's going on,

and you're running my boys into the ground!

Meanwhile, you're a mess.

You smell like you're sweating gin.

And is that vomit on your shoes?

Shoes are Franklyn's.

That's not cool.

I don't got time for this.

I got to get your team
ready for the Russian exhibition.

Get your ass down here.

How hard's he working these guys?

Real hard.

But it's working.

WB might be crazy, D,
but he knows what he's doing.

He's bringing them together.

And how is that?

The enemy of my enemy

is my friend.

Get them inside.

How you feeling, Coach?

- Fine.
- Yeah?

You look like a gazelle out there.

A gazelle with arthritis.

I just wanted to ask you about
the choreographer thing again.

We got the Russians in five weeks.

Yeah...

Get me the best.

Got it.

- Anything else, Franklyn?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I just wanted to thank you.

For what?

For everything.

D said I could learn a lot from you,
and he was right.

He can be a wise man.

Yeah.

We were just in high school and everything,

but being here is definitely,
like, mad emotional.

When you walk through
the hallways, it's like,

that competitor, that's the guy

you're competing against right there,
you know what I mean?

That's it. Don't slow it down!

You're slowing down! Pick it up!

Come on!

Russia's Top 9 has experience on their side.

They've been a team for over 10 years.

They were Battle of the Year
champions in 2010,

known for their artistry,
finesse and showmanship.

Now, run it! Do it again!

...dancing, fellas, it's about

-becoming one, right?
- Should be fine.

He's a little brusque at first,
but you'll get used to it.

- Settle down.
- Here he comes.

Who's she?

Choreographer.

She's a girl.

Indeed she is, yeah.

- She's gonna help us win Battle of the Year?
- Yeah.

- A b-girl?
- Yeah.

She's gonna help us flip the script
at the Battle of the Year.

She's coming. We can't whisper anymore.

Stacy. It's nice to meet you.

Blake. Nice to meet you.

So, Franklyn here tells me you're a dancer.

Choreographer.

Right.

Look... Stacy,

I'm just gonna be honest with you here.

I'm afraid in this situation, with the boys,

you might be a bit of a...

An exciting new chapter.

A distraction.

A distraction. Thank you.

Well, maybe we need to teach them
a little bit of focus and discipline.

Trust me, you need me.

Let's meet the boys.

My name is Stacy,
and I'm gonna be your choreographer.

You can teach me whatever you want.

Preferably on the floor!

Are you good with massages, too?

'Cause I have a lot of tension
right here up in my upper thigh region.

Are you done?

Let me explain something to you.

I'm not into boys.

Hey, I like that. That's cool.

- I'm cool with that.
- I don't mind.

I'm into men.

So you and I, we won't have a problem.

- Like that.
- That's cool.

First thing tomorrow morning?

6200.

From the top, clean, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four...

Look, guys, clean, clean! Stop, stop.

Y'all are supposed to be b-boys.
Come on, let's go!

Kilowatt, you're killing me.

- One, two, three, four...
- All right, hold up, hold up!

Everybody stop.

The hell are you doing, Do Knock?

- What did I do?
_IIIII?

Again?

- Come on, man!
- Idiot. Who's stupid now?

Keep talking, bitch, I'll beat your ass.

Beat me? There's a reason
why you're always in my shadow,

and that's the same reason
Lauren left your punk ass.

- Get your ass up!
- What?

Yeah, that's right.
You was half the man I was.

YO, yo:

You're not gonna stop this?

Hey, hey!

That's enough! Get him back!

Back up! Back up!

That's it!

This about that girl?

Either one of you still with her?

- Huh?
- No.

So let me get this straight.

We used to be friends,
now we're swapping blows over

some girl we're both glad is gone

and who no doubt has hooked up
with some other fool.

That about right?

Let me be crystal clear.

History is exactly that. History!

Fighting ends now! You understand me?

Yes, Coach.

Any one of you even think about fighting,
you will be gone!

This is ridiculous! We're running out of time!

Now, line up and let's run it!

Yo, where'd you get
your b-boy name from, Lil Adonis?

Here.

- What's that?
- That's my mom.

First time I tried a battle, I'm 15.

But my mother, see,
she knows I'm not like the other kids.

I'm scared. I'm gay.

Yeah, he's a mama's boy.

Say all you want about me,

but say one more word about my mother...

We all good in here?

Yeah, we good, Coach.

Lil Adonis?

We all good?

Good, Coach.

Man, these cuts are getting crazy.

Not bad.

You need to let go of your ego.

Something wrong with your watch, Rebel?

No, Coach, it's good.

Then what was so important
to make the rest of us wait?

We battle Russia's top crew
in less than two weeks.

We'd rather not say.

I said, why were we late?

We'd really rather not say.

I said, why were we late?

We had to take a shit.

Getting harder to pick them, huh?

God, each one of these guys
has the moves down.

It isn't about the moves anymore, Franklyn.

It's about chemistry.

Like which dudes are getting along?

Not about that, either.

Record books are filled
with teams that never got along,

championship teams, too.

So, what, then?

Those teams had something else.

The players pushed each other to greatness.

Tell Intricate I need to see him.

Okay.

All right, gentlemen,
tomorrow's the day we've been waiting for.

The Russians are disciplined,
synchronized, precise.

Remember, the only way to win this
is going there as a team.

Get some sleep. Tomorrow's the big day.

Tonight's battle features

Russia's Top 9
versus America's Dream Team!

Let's go! Come on!

All right.

Yeah!

Come on!

Let's get 'em, Rebel!

All you, kid, all you.

Come on, Rebel.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Let's go, Kid! Come on!

Pow!

Come on. What is this shit?

God damn it!

Go, go, go. Come on. Chief, chief, go, go.

All right, let's go!

What's he doing?

Where's your team?

Rooster, get out there!

Act like a team!

Damn it!

Where's your team?

- Get off the floor!
- Get off the floor!

You see what you did?

Get 'em outside right now!

Oh, shit.

Blake!

Are you gonna talk to them?

I got nothing to say to them
I haven't already said.

Can't believe Coach didn't say
a word to us the whole way back.

It's 'cause you blew it.

- What?
- All of y'all blew it.

Call yourself the Dream Team?
More like the Dreamgirls.

- Look, are you serious?
- Yeah, I'm serious!

- Anis, tell 'em! Back me up!
-It was your fault, Rooster.

What'd you say?

You heard me!
We lost tonight because of you, man!

Because of me? If anything,
I tried to rescue everybody!

Yo, I'm over this!

I've heard that same tired shit for years!

Anything happens,
it's always somebody else's fault!

Yo, why you coming at me like this?

'Cause my feet hurt, I'm tired,
and it's your fault, man!

- Yo, what the hell is your problem?
- Listen to your boy, Rooster.

No, you shut up, too! You're as bad as him!

What, you against
the whole world now, Frenchie?

No, just you two assholes!

Ever since I walked in these doors,
I gave everything I got in this team!

Everything!

But Coach was right,
this team isn't going nowhere

if you two don't get together right now!

Look around you!

Look at these guys!

We got everything we need to win, right here!

To be the best there is!

And you're too goddamn ignorant
to see that!

- You need to check your boy!
- Shut up!

Guys like you and Rooster,
you might get other chances,

but for someone like me, this shit is it, man.

I'm never gonna get another
shot at this, ever!

So I'm taking it,

even if I gotta punch you in the face
or dog my oldest friend!

I want this, man,
more than anything in my life!

Question is
what the hell do you two assholes want?

Rooster! Rooster!

We need to talk.

There's been too much talk already. Move.

Why you gotta be such an asshole?

You want to fight? I'm tired of your shit!

I'm trying to tell you your boy is right.

Yeah, I know, I'm an ass. I got it.

No, I'm as much to blame as you are.

Do you know how talented you are?

You try a move once, barn, you get that shit.

Me? I got to practice and practice my ass off
just to come close to you!

I've always been jealous of that.

But that's what got me here.

You got me here.

Without that, I don't even make this team.

Yo, where you going with this, man?

I want to win!

I want to win.

We put aside all our old bullshit,
we can win this.

They need us.

What about Lauren?

I broke that off two months before
you guys even hooked up.

- Really?
- Really.

So why you been acting all crazy?

'Cause it pisses you off!

But I want to squash this right now.

Come on.

Let's be partners again.

Just play my music, man.

Hey, give me a hug, bro.

- A hug?
- Yeah!

Give me a hug.

Come on, man. All right.

Coach!

Yo, Coach! Wake up, man. You're late.

It's after 6:00, we gotta train right now.

Get out. There's no practice today.

- Come on. Get up, man.
- Get out of my damn room!

We aren't going anywhere.

"We." You don't know shit about "we," son.

We get it. We screwed up.

- Come on, let's go.
- You don't tell me shit.

We're not telling you what to do, Coach.

We're asking.

Come on, Coach, please.

Come on, man.

Training room, 10 minutes.

Told you.

We want to win,
we need to change how we think.

Sound familiar? Success is a choice.

Every true champion knows
mental game is the key.

It's our greatest power.

Most people never touch that power.
Don't even know they have it.

Go around, doing the same old shit,

thinking the same old thoughts
every damn day.

It's why those people will tell you,
"Same shit, different day."

Truth is the only thing permanent
in this universe is change.

Instead of griping about these drills,

choose to say,
"We're giving these drills, our team,

"our country, every ounce of ourselves."

Choose to see ourselves as champions.

Walk, talk, eat, drink, think like champions,

we become unstoppable.

We become champions in everything we do.

All right, it's looking good.
I can see progress.

- Holy...
- I know you're tired,

but it's the fourth quarter, gentlemen.
Suck it up. Deep breath.

Let's run it again.

Tomorrow's Friday.

Last man standing.

Can't think of it as cutting the last man.

Gotta think of it as choosing our final team.

Yeah?

Does that make it any easier?

No, not really.

Hey, Coach.

- Hey.
_Hey, baby.

- All right, see ya.
- See ya.

Are you really this stupid?

- Coach, look...
- The rules are very simple.

Come in.

It's okay, baby, Daddy's here.

This is Aleena.

It's okay, baby. Mama's gonna be back soon.

- She's beautiful.
- Thank you.

It's okay.

You ever hear of the Four S's?

- What's that?
- Swaddle, side, shimmy, shush.

May n

It's okay, baby.

See, swaddling soothes them.

Tight, but not too tight.

Then you turn her on her side like this.

Then you shimmy back and forth.

It's not gonna work.

It will, quiet.

Shushing.

How'd you do that?

My boy had colic when he was a baby.

You got a boy?

It's okay.

I'll be right back.

Start talking.

I'm not gonna leave my family
back in New York, Coach.

For the last three months,
we've been living off credit cards.

You been sneaking out
for the last three months?

It's not every night. It's when I can.

You can't kick me out, Coach.

Please, not now.

There are better ways to handle this.

I don't come from much, Coach.

All I got is breaking.

You gotta take care of your family first.

That's what I'm trying to do, Coach.

Don't you see? This team is my chance
to give Aleena chances I never had.

Chances to know
that we can actually do something

with our lives if I make it to Battle of the Year.

Team goes down to the final 13 tomorrow.

If I don't make top 13, send me home.

I just want my fair shake, Coach.

Please don't bus-pass me.

Don't be late.

Delivery. From Dante.

"For France. Burn that goddamn hoodie."

- What's wrong with my hoodie?
- Nothing.

It's just very "vagrant chic."

It's nice.

Judgment Day.

Yeah.

Who you gonna pick?

I'm not.

You are.

- Me?
- You.

I know which man I'd send home.

Wrote his name on the back.

Great. Let me see. I'll go get him.

Coach has gotta know
when his own judgment's biased.

I can't help feeling my heart's
talking louder than my head.

Guys have worked too hard.

Come too far.

So I'm trusting yourjudgment, Franklyn.

You know them as well as I do.

No, I can't choose.

Take one down.

What if I pick the wrong guy?

You won't.

Okay.

It's not like we're cutting the last man,

we're just picking the final team.

You're right, doesn't make it any easier.

Same man.

Oh, Franklyn...

You've earned it.

Thank you, Coach.

Thank you, Franklyn.

Yo, Bambino.

I know this is no consolation,
but this was the toughest choice for Coach.

We'll give you a call when we get to France,
won't we, guys?

- Yeah.
- You better.

That sucked.

Hey, gentlemen! Huddle up!

Let's huddle up!

All right, listen up.

We have our final presentation with Dante,

so go back to your dorms, get changed,
meet me back here in an hour.

And get your passports together.

Looks like we're going to France!

Dante's at the gate,
so let's run the intro one more time.

Get in the first formation.
Make sure it's clean.

Here we go.

All right. It's looking great.

Hey, WB,
somebody wants to wish us farewell

when we go to France.

Look at WB.

WB, what's poppin', baby?

Unbelievable!

How you doing?

- Look at you.
- Yo, Kamel!

Man, hey, I been a big fan of yours
since I was about this big.

- You know me?
- What?

You're like the Michael Jordan of b-boys.

Hey, meet my friend.

Hey, Anis, come here, look.

Honored, man.

- Yo, what's good? Sniper.
- What's up, man?

Yo, let's show them the new move.

- Now?
- Yeah, come on, let's do it.

Hey, yo, Coach, check this out!

Five, six, seven, eight...

Rooster!

- Oh, no.
- Damn.

Shit.

Come on, guys, don't watch me pack.

Guys, ever since I was about this big,
it's always been about me.

The Rooster Show.

But these last three months with you guys,

being able to
become brothers with you guys...

I just gotta say

it still is about me.

As a matter of fact,
I shouldn't even be in this position.

Do Knock, it should be you.

Oh, for real?

Anis, make sure you call me, in France,
when y'all win, all right?

Will do, man.

And tell Bambino he owes me.

Hey, guys...

Act like champions, be champions.

Come on, say it!

Act like champions, be champions.

All right, guys, I'll see y'all later.

- Later, dude.
- Peace, bro.

- Peace,dude.
- Be safe, man.

Thanks, Coach.

Been an honor, Rooster.

We are going to Battle of the Year to take it.

Bringin' it back to the US!

US!

What up?

Dream Team, baby.

France!

What time is it? Show time!

Wow. Awesome.

Come over here, Blake.

Let me introduce you
to Thomas Hergenrother,

founder of Battle of the Year.

Welcome to the Battle of the Year Village.

Thank you, Thomas. Glad to be here.

Looking sharp, brother.

Gift from an old friend.

Let's get inside.

Damn.

So, over the next few days,
there's much to do.

Time is really tight,

and we have more than 20 crews
coming from all over the world.

All right, Thomas.

- Enjoy your stay.
- Thank you very much.

All right.

Yo, guys, peep the Germans.

French over there.

There's the Koreans.

Look at them.

No one thinks we've got a shot at top four.

Why are they looking at us like that?

We're Americans, so, automatically,
we're the assholes.

Damn, dude, what's up with that?

That is what you have when you're the best.

Just relax. Go put your stuff away,

see the sights, have some fun.

Yeah!

Yo, this is where we want to be, fellas!

And remember, we got curfew at 10:00.

- Damn!
- Dang!

Flipz and Do Knock got that first set down?

Yes.

Still need to work on that transition...

Blake, they got it.

Don't you everjust stop
thinking about the battle?

I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's just...

Look around.

We are in France

and you worked your ass off to get us here.

So relax and quit stressing me out.

To Battle of the Year.

To France.

Welcome to our big opening party
of the Battle of the Year!

The Battle of the Year
is already in its 22nd year.

Don't forget, it's not all about
winning or losing.

The whole world is coming together
to celebrate hip-hop culture.

Yo, Mayhem. I'm-a go to the bathroom.

- I'll be right back.
- All right, man.

- He's cute. He's cute.
- So, no matter what

country you're from or what religion,
let's celebrate,

All Around the World, Same Song.

To us, Sam boy!

I'm gonna get a drink. Watch out.

All right!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Shit!

- Man, you just spilled my drink!
- I'm sorry.

I don't care if you're sorry, all right?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- You good?
- He's drunk.

- Are you good right now?
- No, it's not good, all right?

This asshole just came and spilled my drink.

Okay, I'm gonna get you another one.

I don't care if you get me another one.

- I was sitting with my friends...
- These your friends?

Drinks on me, everything's cool.

Fight, fight, fight! Let's go, go, Q0!

Hey, hey, hey! Chill! Chill!

Yeah.

What?

All right, Thomas.

I'll handle it.

Damn it!

One night!

I give you clowns one night,
and you throw it back in my face.

- Coach, please let me...
- Shut up.

I can't believe this shit.

You gave them exactly what
they expected, ugly Americans.

Come on, Coach, you didn't even
let me explain what happen...

I said shut up.

You've learned nothing.

Nothing.

You're the exact same guys

that walked through my door
three months ago.

And you.

You started this little dance party.

You like to hit people? Huh?

Want to take a swing at me?

- No, man.
- Huh?

WB, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

Thomas called.

Sniper's been disqualified.

- You go home tomorrow.
- What?

If Sniper's gone, I'm gone.

- Don't you test me.
- I'm not.

Yo, if Sniper's going, I'm going.

Me, too, Coach.

Sorry, Coach, that's right.

He goes, we all go.

Start talking.

These local punks were trying to start shit.

All right? They punked Lil Adonis.

That's why Sniper stepped up.

But listen.

A few months ago, Sniper couldn't even sit

at the same table as Adonis.

He couldn't even look at him,

and now he's fighting for him.

Say what you want, Coach,
but down to a man,

these are not the same guys
that walked through your door that first day.

You wanted a team.

Well, you got one.

I gotta call Thomas.

So, what now?

We wait.

Guys! Guys.

Did you talk to Thomas?

Yeah.

And?

Sniper.

Yes, sir.

You're staying.

Listen up.

It's been a long night.

Get some sleep.

Big day tomorrow.

Gentlemen...

How's it feel to be a team?

Damn good, Coach.

My name is Artem Korolev,

and I am reporting live for MTV Russia,

from Battle of the Year,
here in Montpellier, France.

Thousands of hip-hop fans
are entering the arena right now,

ready to see the world's best b-boy crews,

and nearly every country's
represented tonight.

Hey, guys, it's your boys Rickie and Melvin.

We are reporting live
for Kiss Radio and Kiss TV.

We are in Montpellier in France.

Thank you, China.

Right now, I'm inside
at the Battle of the Year.

This atmosphere is explosive!

I've been waiting for this
competition all year long.

We got crews from all over the place.

Yeah, that's right, we've got France,
we've got Germany, we've got...

...Israel, we've got
the Brazilians and of course,

the favorites, the Koreans.

It's gonna be absolutely amazing tonight.

Yeah, but there's something to be said
about home-court advantage.

- Yes.
-And right now, we're in France!

The crew that everybody's going after
are the Seoul Assassins!

This Korean crew is on top of the mountain,

and they're unquestionably led by Fuel,

one of the most legendary
b-boys in the world!

But let us not forget where
this art form all began.

- Where was that, Terrence?
-In America!

I love the Dream Team, Dante is my boy.

I want to see them win, but look,

they've been together 15 minutes.

These other crews have
been together 15 years.

I don't know if they got what
it takes to win this thing.

So give it up

for France, the Left Bank Crew, y'all!

Give it up for Germany!

The German boys, they came for it.

Israel!

Let's welcome Belgium!

Wow! Your boys came to battle!

Make some noise!

Japan!

Make some noise for Greece!

Brazil!

- Switzerland!
-Thailand!

These boys are really
strong, really lean and agile.

A lot of buzz on this crew right here.

Poland! Taiwan!

Right now we're witnessing
the most amazing b-boys

doing absolutely everything they can
to win this competition.

They are sweating blood and tears.

Here we go again!

From Korea...

It's the favorites...

Seoul Assassins!

I am witnessing the
performance of...

...the world's greatest b-boys.

They are fighting for
their pride and honor.

This is crazy!

Show stopping, man!

They shutting this crowd down!

Terrence, have you ever seen
anything like it?

Wow! The Seoul Assassins
are making a statement!

Man, they're the monsters
on top of the mountain.

Everybody else is fighting for second place.

You don't want to be the crew
that has to follow that!

If the Dream Team wants to win,
they really gotta bring it.

Guess they liked it.

That is one tough act to follow, huh?

I could stand here and tell you
it's gonna be easy,

but I won't.

Fact is, the odds and the audience
are stacked against us.

But gentlemen, none of that matters now.

This situation, this place,
is exactly where this team is supposed to be.

Everything we've ever done in our lives,

every decision we've made,
every hour we've trained,

every drop of sweat we spilled,

has led us to this stage,
at this exact moment.

It is our fate, and it's giving us
a chance at greatness.

A chance to go out there and rip that stage
back from the world champions.

Make that stage ours!
Make that audience ours!

Time to shine, gentlemen.

Time to shine.

We were born for this moment, gentlemen.

- Yeah.
- That's right.

On three. One, two, three!

Dream Team!

And now, from the land of Lady Liberty,

the Dream Team!

What's going on?

This is some overt hating.

I knew after the incident last night
that it was gonna be ugly,

but I don't think anybody
could have imagined this.

Nah, nah, nah,
they don't have any friends here.

Yo, this is the Battle of the Year.
It's all about respect, man.

Show some love.

They ain't gonna stop, man.

A hard roll just got that much harder.

Let's do this shit.

Amid a blizzard of boos,

the Dream Team's new captain,
Do Knock, kicks off the routine.

This is a journey

into sound.

One, two.

One, two, three, four.

The theme of their routine is vital.

What is the story
they're telling us via the beat?

The audience has to see the story!

They're going step for step, spin for spin.

This is no joke, Sway.

We're talking harmony,
continuity, synchronicity!

In the 1970s,

New York graffiti, rapping, and breaking,

became the prime expressions

of a new young people's
subculture called hip-hop.

T, look at the Dream Team.

You never seen this before.
They're in perfect sync.

Pop! They're starting to win them over!

I can't believe it!

I'm African-American.

I'm Cuban-American.

- I'm an Israeli-American.
-I'm a German-American.

- I'm French-American.
-I'm Japanese-American.

I'm Irish-American.

I'm Russian-American.

I'm an Iranian-American.

Spanish-American.

I'm an Italian-American.

Wow! They can't see,
but yet they're moving in unison!

This is incredible!

This is a... This is a journey

into sound.

For the last 15 years, people have said

the US b-boys are selfish,
cocky and got no teamwork skills.

NO more, my man, no more.

We are watching the dawning of a new day!

The Dream Team just destroyed it!

Big ups to those American boys.

Now, I don't know if the judges
are gonna put them in the final four,

but they deserve to go to the final four.

So, Rickie, some of
the world's greatest b-boys

are competing for bragging rights
and national pride here

at the Battle of the Year championship.

Hey, the scores are in!

I got the final four in my hot hands.

Check this, check this.

Okay, Battle of the Year,

number one seed from Korea!

Seoul Assassins!

Second seed is from...

France!

Number three seed...

from Germany!

- Okay. ..
-Last, but not least...

...the US of A!

So, a toast to the judges

whose jaws all hit the ground when they saw
you guys perform today. Good job, fellas.

Cheers.

That's right.

Cheers.

What?

Oh, my God.

Hey-

Where's the baby?

With my mom.

Coach.

Meet Jolene.

Hi. So nice to meet you.

- Pleasure. Welcome to France.
- Thanks.

Where'd you get the ticket?

- We all chipped in.
- Consider it a honeymoon.

Look at that.

Once again, it's on.

The Americans and the Germans
have made it to the final four.

Left Bank versus the Dream Team

for the right to battle the reigning champion.

Yeah!

Sway, why don't we break down
the scoring system for our viewers at home?

Now, we have five judges
representing various countries here tonight.

Each judge scores on a scale of one to 10,

which means a perfect score is 50.

Incredible.

The Dream Team is all over them.

Wow, Left Bank is looking desperate now, T.

Come on!

And there it is, Terrence!

The Dream Team wins.
They're going to the final battle.

The Americans really did it.

They will compete in the finals
against the highly favored Koreans.

The American crewjust left the stage
and I have no words.

For the first time in 15 years,

the Americans have a chance
to bring home a b-boy world championship

back to American soil where it all began.

Why is everyone looking
so nervous right now?

We got what we asked for, right?

Us against the Koreans?

And now the entire world is looking at us,

which, if you ask me,
that's how it's supposed to be.

I mean, who created this whole b-boy thing?

- We did.
- Who?

- We did!
- Exactly.

I mean, our generation
may have kicked this whole thing off,

but torch is in your hands now.

So, really only one thing left to do.

Bring the crown home where it belongs.

Can we do that?

Yes, sir.

- I said, can we do that?
- Yes, sir!

That's what I'm talking about.

Two minutes, Dream Team.

Breathe, gentlemen.

Not that much left to say.

They're expecting ugly Americans out there.

Let's show 'em who we really are.

Act like champions.

Be champions!

Let's go.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The moment you've all
been waiting for is here!

So we got, from Korea,

please give it up for the Seoul Assassins!

And from the US of A, Dream Team!

All right!

One, two, three!

Let the battle begin!

We got this! We got this! Let's go! Come on!

And here we go.

The Battle of the Year is on.

Kid and Rebel,
they know how to bring the pain.

Come on, boys!

Yeah!

Korea counters with a monster combo.

Absolutely incredible.

See, this is why the Koreans
are considered unbeatable.

Yeah!

Man, that doesn't even seem
humanly possible.

Seoul Assassins are killing it.

Okay.

Flawless synchronization.

Sick moves! These guys have no fear.

This is a battle for world supremacy.

Damn!

Oh, my God,
they're ripping up the floorboards!

The Dream Team's
battling out of their minds,

and the crowd is loving it.

Go! Come on!

Fuel calls out Do Knock!

Fuel is calling for the best of the best.

Fuel unleashes a series of lethal moves!

You're watching a world-class athlete
at the top of his game.

That kind of power move is mind-boggling.

- Yeah!
- Do Knock!

Yeah, Do Knock!

Do Knock answers
with one-handed rollbacks!

Back and forth, Sway.

They're going blow for blow right now.

TJ, for the first time,

the Assassins seem to be on their heels!

They're giving it everything they have,
but time is winding down.

- Oh, baby, the US strikes...
- Yes!

...with a devastating move!

Korea strikes back with an aerial assault!

Electric, incredible, fantastic!

Who won?

That right there was, pound for pound,

the best battle I've ever seen in my life!

They have given absolutely everything
on the stage. Their heart...

...their souls are on the stage
just now.

- USA! USA! USA!
- Who will bring home the crown

of Battle of the Year world champion?

I can't believe what I saw!

- Did you see that?
-What the hell?

I really can't tell
who the winner is, man. You?

- This is gonna be close.
-I don't know, I don't know.

Yo, man, judges' scores are in!

Seoul Assassins by one point.

Terrence, the Koreans win!

Damn.

One point.

One goddamn point.

Well, gentlemen, here we are.

I want you to know something.

I don't give a damn
what that scoreboard says

or what color the medal is they give you.

Proud of all of you.

Come on, Coach,
you don't have to sugar-coat it for us.

We didn't accomplish what we came to do.

I wouldn't do that, Sniper.

Look, fellas,

all my life, I've had to consider myself
a fortunate man.

I don't know, things just

kind of went my way.

All that changed two years ago.

I lost my wife, 15-year-old boy in a car wreck.

And when I lost my family,

I lost my way.

I don't know, I just...

Well, I quit living.

You've all heard me say a million times,

"Change how you think, change your life."

Fact is,

you've changed the way I think.

You've changed my life.

First day of training, I had one goal,

teach a crew how to be a team.

We became much more than that.

We became a family.

Something I thought I'd lost forever.

And win or lose, gentlemen,

when you got family

nothing else matters.

But it wasn't supposed
to end like this, Coach.

It's not the ending, Do Knock.

It's the beginning.

- Wait.
- You coming back next year, Coach?

You kidding me?

We did all this work to come in second?

Second sucks.

Damn right.

Come on, let's huddle up one more time.

On three.

One, two, three!

Dream Team!

Do we have to watch that whole thing?

- No.
- Yeah, Roo's right. Take it off.

Hey, you guys needed me.
If I was there, we would have won.

Once an asshole, always an asshole.

I'm just saying.

- Are you for real?
- This guy, man.

Second place, there's nothing wrong with it.
It's just second place.

Guys, tell him what we think about second.

Second sucks.

It sure does.

I still wish I could have been
there, though, man.

You can be. How much time
you got left on those crutches?

- About six weeks, and I'll be ready.
- There it is.

For the rest of us, though, since we got more
than three months to prepare,

we should start rehearsals on Monday.

- What?
- Come on, Coach.

- We just got back.
- Good idea, Coach.

- We just got back, Coach.
- Really?

Listen up.

My rules are simple.

Practice starts at 6:00 a.m.

Come at 6:01...