Battle of the Year Page #3

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.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(SHUSHING)

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.

DO KNOCK:
Yes!

Anis.

Yes.

Hey, let me hear my name.

Sniper.

Oorah, yeah!

Flipz.

Yes.

Grifter.

Did you hear your name?

Man, we good.

Lil Adonis.

(RELIEVED SIGH)

Kilowatt.

Yes.

Bambino.

Yeah.

Aces.

Yeah.

Mayhem.

(GRUNTS)

Gillatine.

I knew it!

Kid and Rebel.

Yo.

That's what's up. Both

of us, man, both of us.

Swat.

A'ight.

Abbstarr. Flair.

ABBSTARR:
Yeah!

Ooh, baby, yes!

Dani.

Amen.

Intricate.

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.

(SCATTERED CHEERS)

Damn.

What's up with

the barbed wire?

What the hell

is this place?

It's an old abandoned

juvenile detention center.

Sh*t, 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.

FLIPZ:
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. (ALL CLAMORING)

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.

B*tch 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.

ROOSTER:
Yo,

check that out, son.

ANIS:
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 apptit, 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.

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