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I made this for him.

- Is that you?

- Yes, and this. It's all me, actually.

Here, a battle. So he can see

I've got his talent.

He can see all this tomorrow.

- What are you doing?

- I'm thinking.

We need something

no one has ever seen before. Ever.

That means you keep your shirt on,

Casanova.

But think about what we did yesterday,

at the club.

- All together, and yet...

- No. I'll work it out in my room.

See you later.

- Gross.

- Relax. Breathe in, breathe out.

And no one's using this?

Right, this doesn't really work.

Let's try something else.

The theme's Broadway,

so I want to use that.

Ray and Samuel...

Samuel, pay attention, please.

I want you to lift me.

I know it sounds vague, but I'm

wearing a hat. And you make it float.

Please.

Okay, the lift...

- And Tara?

- I'll be with you in a minute.

It's 5, 6, 7, 8, then two bars,

then we do the lift. You're on this side.

After that, we do the hat.

5, 6, 7, 8, lift me up.

Okay, wait, wait.

We've got two bars to do the lift.

5, 6, 7, 8, and then I'll count, one, two.

Is that clear? One more time.

Five... Samuel, please. I'm over here.

- God damn it. Think, guys.

- Come on, Nina.

- This won't work.

- We're creating, that's how it goes.

- But shouldn't I...

- No.

- What about me?

- Definitely not you.

Nina, come on.

Daddy, you're going to party.

Act normal. I can't do salsa.

- Dude, you just said 'great'.

- You'd have said the same thing.

You can dance salsa, right?

Get away from me, man.

- Those guys are bad.

- Be cool, man.

Right. You can do that.

You know, if I created our routine, I'd...

But you're not creating it. I am.

You just decided that, did you?

We have to be good in that battle.

And you're just screwing around.

That's right. Running around,

going to parties...

pulling chicks...

Come on. Listen to her.

Like I said, if I were creating

the routine...

I'd draw inspiration from this.

- Inspiration?

- Yes. For new moves.

I'm sorry, but if I want to see some new

moves, I'll watch the porn channel.

Come on then, you hot babe.

So, as I was saying...

different moves.

- That's not a routine yet.

- No, but it's something.

Are you coming? Stud?

- Can I have my phone?

- Here it is.

- It's late. I wanted an early night.

- Don't be that way.

- What about this?

- You drink it.

- What are you doing?

- Such a great party.

Oh man, you've got a big nose.

Hey, look at this.

Sit down and stay down.

Look, I can do that too.

I want to go home.

Thanks a lot, dude.

I told you you'd fall in love with me.

Nice, thanks.

Let's go to the Cielo

to dance off the tension.

No, we've got loads to do yet.

We'll have dinner,

then we'll dance until it gets light.

Didn't you hear me?

We have to focus.

Look. This is what I wanted to do.

I changed the entire composition...

I've only got tonight to work this out.

- Come on. I just want to have fun.

- Fun?

Going home with my tail between

my legs because I lost, that'll be fun.

If I go home without winning,

I'll have failed.

And when you go home...

you'll have a good story, a nice trip

and some pretty chicks.

I just mean...

this is the chance I've waited for

all my life.

And you've achieved much more

than you ever expected.

Are you serious?

Which one do you think it is?

That one.

It could be him as well.

- You wait here.

- Okay, chill.

Ray, your father. Did you find him?

I just want this to work.

Do you understand?

- Isn't Quincy here?

- How should I know?

Come on, you don't need to do this.

This?

Oh, you think I...

- I was just visiting a girl I met.

- I saw you dance.

All those clothes, the taxis, the hotel...

Is that worth all this nonsense?

- Acting like a whore to pay for it?

- A whore?

I'm not a f***ing whore, alright?

I just want to say you shouldn't do this.

I don't care what you think.

I'll never go back to how it used to be.

'If you can't afford it,

you shouldn't want it. '

No. And you keep your mouth shut,

you hear me?

- Come on, Tara, listen to me.

- You heard me.

Come with me. Trust me.

Now you. Here we go.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Come on, Tara...

I mean well.

Come with me.

Tara, please work at it.

The battle's tomorrow.

Keep going.

- Ray, where's your head at? Damn...

- Wait.

What are you doing? Chill out.

No chilling out. It has to be good.

- It won't be good if...

- Because you can't do it.

Just do it for once, instead of moaning.

- Moaner.

- Jesus.

- Yeah, what?

- Nagging b*tch.

Five minutes.

- What is this?

- They're trying hard.

- And you keep pushing them.

- They're not trying, you know that.

- Where were you yesterday?

- What do you mean?

- Where were you?

- What are you talking about?

You were with Tara.

What's going on with you, anyway?

Nina, there's nothing going on.

Is there anyone here

who came to dance?

Well? Does anyone really

want to do this battle?

You. All you do is hang out

with your girlfriend.

Yes, your girlfriend.

And Tara, I don't know why

you're here, but not to dance.

You're walking around

with Mini Michael. That sucks.

- What are you doing?

- And you should really shut up.

You're only here for the women.

Well, you've had two. Congratulations.

I'm out.

Nina, wait.

- Listen to me.

- What do you want?

F*** this. I'm going.

You know...

- That's what I mean.

- I can explain.

Leave me alone.

His dad worked all night long.

- He was lying on the sidewalk.

- Great example.

Great example.

I'm sorry my mind was on other things.

- I was looking for my father.

- And?

- Did you find him?

- I thought I'd understand if I met him.

But I understand even less.

My mother lied about everything.

What do you mean?

My father's not a dancer at all.

Yes, but you did find him, didn't you?

- Give me an hour, okay?

- Ray, come on.

The contest is today, man. Ray...

- Where are you going?

- Just leaving.

- But the contest?

- Nina's gone, Tara's gone.

- Nina's gone?

- I saw her leave.

- And you didn't tell me?

- I've got problems of my own. It's over.

Are you leaving?

- Then why are you still here?

- As if I had a place to go.

I fought with everyone.

You think you have to do it

all by yourself. If you don't trust us...

nothing will ever happen.

What was going on with Tara?

She's dancing at a strip club.

- To pay for all that nonsense.

- You're serious?

She's in even deeper sh*t than we are.

- We have a dance contest to do.

- As if you still want to.

All you have to do is apologize.

Am I right?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Tara.

That I've been such a b*tch.

Come here.

It's okay.

I was a lot worse.

I hate to bug you, but if we want

to win that contest, we have to go.

- Yes, let's go.

- The subway's this way.

- Wait.

- Right. The lady doesn't do subways.

No, the subway's fine.

- But the bus is quicker.

- Very sharp, Tara. Very sharp.

Oh, there's that guy again.

Just ignore him. Come on.

Sweet thing.

Moron.

Sit down.

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