Make Your Move Page #2

Immigration buckled down,

sent the illegals packing.

The company that hired them didn't want to

pay real wages so they went Chapter 11.

And you stepped in.

We are the D.I.Y generation, bro.

Come on, my place is around back.

- I've finished all the invoices.

- Great.

- And you must be Donny. I'm Tatianna.

- Oh hi.

Yeah, I've seen your body

painting dance online.

It's cool. I like it.

She keeps our I.T. straight.

And his ass out of trouble.

You're going to keep pushing

until something pops off.

"Pops off"?

I'm not the one who started it.

Well, then be the man and end it.

Come on, little brother,

I'll show you around.

And you grew up with this guy?

Yeah, since I was 6.

This is the room that Kaz used to stay in.

Right here is where we

first dreamt up Static.

So when will I meet him?

That ain't going to happen.

What? I thought you guys were partners?

Were. You wouldn't believe the stuff

that's gone down, man.

- So what happened?

- There was this guy, Michael Griffith.

He made millions on Wall Street swapping

bonds when everybody else was in the toilet.

Sleazy bastard would roll through the club

3 times a week with his clients.

He'd buy out VIP.

Just dumb all the way around.

And then she walked in.

Aya, Kaz's sister.

We let her and her crew perform at the club.

Michael became obsessed with her.

Kept hitting on her like

she was the sweetest deal in town.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, she all right.

Kaz painted it. Matter of fact,

he painted all of this.

Anyway, Aya wouldn't give Michael

the time of day.

Michael whispers to Kaz

that I'm screwing him over.

Says he'll set him up in a new club.

Promises that his sister can dance there.

New club?

Now they're our competition.

Really walked into it here, huh?

You'll catch up.

Say, man, make yourself at home.

Hey, I'm glad you're here.

- We're fine.

- You sure?

Yeah.

- And where's Natsumi?

- I'm in here.

Not you. No guns in my house.

Wait-

I told you guys not to go there.

If you want to rehearse use Oto.

- I'm on a deadline.

- For what?

For work.

We're meeting a woman later this week.

She's a producer.

- Who this time?

- With Rocketeer.

- She's real.

- So was the last one.

And so is the banks,

asking for their credit cards back.

Now I got to buy you

guys a new set of drums.

I'll take care of my own problems.

- Michael would invest in your show.

- Please.

He works Wall Street. And that road connects

everywhere, including I.N.S.

This producer could sponsor me.

I don't need Michael.

If they sign, produce and sponsor you. Okay?

Your visa's up in 3 weeks.

Then you could say, "Good luck".

They're going to send you back to Japan.

Do you have any idea

how hard I worked to get you here?

It took me 3 years

just to get you on a plane.

I am doing this for us.

And I want us to do it the right way.

Hope you don't need your bowl returned.

He will use it.

It's okay. Michael gave it to me.

It's your rent.

Will you talk to her for me? Sure.

Are you serious?

It's Gina. She wants to know the plan.

Tell her to get dressed.

We're going to do a show.

Everybody everybody

Hold up right there.

Roscoe's spinning tonight.

We're gonna have a full house.

All right. You don't have to

worry about patrols.

Knew I could count on you.

- This is B. New York's finest.

- Hey, man.

This is Donny.

Newbie's going to be helping me out.

Cool.

You see, he'll warn

us if the ABCs are

sniffing for a spot

without a liquor license.

So what am I going to

be doing here, anyway?

Learning.

Tend bar, work street

promotions, do some inventory.

Follow me for

a year or so.

A year?

You always want things yesterday.

Give it time

We're going to open up clubs in Manhattan,

Queens, maybe one with your name on it.

What you want me to put one

of those little belts on,

walk around selling Jager shots, too?

Hey, you're the one that

called me, remember?

Alright, so give me something

real to do then. Come on.

It's complicated, man.

You don't just dive in.

Nobody will respect you, you got to earn it.

We're live at Static

where a dozen New York artists

will be auctioning

their works to buy

instruments and art

supplies for city schools.

Put a smile on your face, would you.

Hey. How's my favourite blogger?

- Good to see you.

- You too.

As always we are so happy

to give back here at Club Static.

I mean, at the end of the day it's all about

collaborating with as many people as I can.

Y'all make sure you come on out and support.

Much love.

All right, you heard it

from the man himself.

Now get down here to Static and support.

It's always like this.

You never give me a chance.

Nobody gave me sh*t.

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey, Wall Street.

I don't care what they say, you boys deserve

those bonuses, you hear me?

Yes, sir, we do. Cheers.

- And maybe she'll be your next bond.

- Maybe.

You know what that is.

Check your watches and lace your sneaks.

It's Showtime.

Give it up for the Kings & Queens.

Cut it.

Aya... Shh!

I bet I could do some of that.

It's a long way from dancing

on a New Orleans street corner, man.

But I could.

I could do something different, you know,

bring something new to your place.

What, you criticizing my sh*t now?

No, no, I didn't say that.

I worked way too hard for you

to mess things up.

- Whatever.

- No, it's not whatever, it's what is.

I'm going to get a closer look.

Just stay off my stage.

Move, man, move! Get out of the way.

Hey! Move! Back it up!

What's this!? Who is this!?

Come on. Let's not get into it.

We own this...

Alright, yeah.

Oh my gosh! Taiko is back in the house!

Hey, hey. You need to play me.

You need to play me

How the hell did they get in here,

huh?! I don't know!

You're fired.

Yeah! Let's get it on

Oh! This club's about to go off

Back up in the club makin'

all the speakers blow.

It's your turn to act a fool so

push the throttle. Let it go.

Ladies' hips rockin'.

Boys droppin' when we rock

Keep the crowd turned up

We're out of control

What are you doing?!

Ladies and gents,

how many clubs do you see this in?

People! People! What is going on?

Make some noise!

Aya!

- Give me some tape.

- What?

- Give me some tape.

- Hang on.

Here you go.

That's some serious execution!

Out of the way!

What?

Whoa, has she met her match,

ladies and gentlemen!

All right.

Ah, we got a battle on our hands.

You ready to get this place

open old-school style?

Let me see your hands up!

You okay?

No. Whoa! Oof.

- Again?

- Hey!

Hey,

get the hell out of here.

What do you think you're doing?

- Give me that beer.

- Yo! Behind you.

Alright.

Hey, Nick, we got a hiccup.

Put it away.

- What's up, Nick?

- Why don't you get out?

What you looking at? Take her with you.

All I want is the drums you stole.

I told you to stay away from my sister.

Show our guests out. No need to be gentle.

I give this hole in the wall 2 weeks.

Let's go.

- No. Let me go!

- Hey! You're hurting her, man, come on.

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