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the greatest hotels Miami has ever seen.

If you work hard for me,

I will be loyal to you.

Mr. Ryan, for example, started working for

me when he was still in business school.

And now he's general manager

of the Dimont.

Come on, damn it!

Young man.

The entire staff was asked

to be here 20 minutes ago.

I'm sorry. My alarm is all messed up.

I accept your apology,

but you no longer work here.

Wait... What?

Don't bother staying. In our profession,

punctuality is not an option.

I've worked here over a year!

Do we need security to escort you out?

There's a flip-side to my loyalty.

If you don't hold up your end of the deal,

I don't owe you anything.

Anderson customers expect excellence.

I expect nothing less from you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Anderson.

Okay, let's get to work.

How could you say that?

Because the whole thing goes against

every instinct I have as a parent.

I don't understand why.

Look at it from my perspective.

It's like I'm rewarding you

for dropping out of college.

I only went to college

because you wanted me to.

So this is all about

the Wynwood thing, right?

They're one of the best contemporary

dance companies in the world, Dad.

You know how I feel about this.

How many people make it as a dancer?

One out of 1,000? One out of 10,000?

- Yeah.

- It's one thing to dance when you're a kid,

and it's another thing

to try to make a career out of it.

Thanks for the support.

I'll have the eggs Benedict.

Fruit and yogurt?

Fruit and yogurt for the young lady.

Hi.

Oh, my God! I am so sorry.

It's all right. No problem.

Emily, most people would kill

for an opportunity

like the one

I am practically begging you to take.

You work hard, you could end up running

the whole company.

I just don't understand the attitude...

I'll grab you another orange juice.

Emily! I'm talking to you.

I heard you.

Let's agree to this.

Either you're a professional dancer

by the end of the summer,

or you come home to Cleveland

and work for me.

We used to see eye-to-eye on everything.

You remember?

Emily and Dad versus the world?

What happened?

We can still see eye-to-eye, Dad.

We can.

I just also wish that you could want for me

what I want for myself.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

I was just getting off of work.

I heard the music.

I'm Sean.

You're Emily, right?

We've met at the club.

I know.

You do?

That's funny. It didn't seem like you did

when your dad was around.

My dad doesn't need

to know my every move.

Sorry. I'm just upset.

It was beautiful, by the way. Your dance.

Thank you. It's okay. Kind of boring.

What are you talking about?

You're an incredible dancer.

Not good enough.

For what?

An audition.

A routine I have to put together.

It's not like you're gonna

know the company.

Try me.

It's called Wynwood.

Olivia Brownyn's company.

Yeah, they're amazing.

You know Wynwood?

Well, I dance.

And there's this space-age technology

called the Internet now.

Right. Sorry.

Doesn't matter anyway,

because I'm probably not gonna make it.

- Can I make a suggestion?

- Sure.

Incorporate some of the moves

you did at the club.

That girl was not boring.

I can't just do whatever I want.

There are rules.

Hey!

Break the rules.

What are you doing Friday night?

- Why?

- There's something I want to show you.

What is it?

Just trust me.

Be at this address Friday night at 8:00.

Thank you, but I'd rather work through

this on my own.

I get it.

Daddy might not approve.

And wear something nice.

What a day, huh?

Listen, bro,

I want to talk to you about this morning.

I would have walked out with you, but...

You don't need to do that, man.

Then we'd both be out of a job.

Listen, we'll do a few more Mobs,

get the hits,

we'll win that money, okay?

Okay.

All right.

I think I've got this next thing figured out.

Ready to go?

Thought you'd never ask.

Let's hit up the garage.

Okay. Ocean Drive was great at scoring us

some serious hits on YouTube.

But this next Mob will be

a bit more complicated.

Okay. So, there are

two main entrances and exits,

and a back door that opens to the street.

Let's have the van waiting right outside.

That's our escape route.

How are we gonna get dancers in and out

without them getting noticed?

One word, man. Camouflage.

There's gonna be security this time,

under the supervision

of Director Jennifer Gibgot.

We have a phenomenal exhibit.

And I need you to...

What about music?

I was thinking Penelope should look into

seeking some new employment.

The last gentleman we had played

the music much too loud.

So do your best to keep a low profile.

Low profile. Got it.

This is definitely gonna get us a lot of hits.

Either way, The Mob is gonna put

its own spin on fine art.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Okay, thank you all for coming.

I can only imagine

how difficult this is to audition,

let alone audition for me.

I am not an easy one. I get it.

But remember,

if everyone could do this,

we wouldn't be Wynwood.

We're about to name the dancers

who've been invited

to apprentice with Wynwood.

At the end of this summer, each dancer

will perform a routine of their own selection.

We will then select one male and one female

to formally join our company.

And the new apprentices are...

Vera Williams, Josh Torres,

Melba Watson, Mobey Shakur,

and Emily Anderson.

Thank you and congratulations.

Emily, where did you study?

With Max Sternberg at NYU.

Your technique is good.

Exquisite, actually.

Which means absolutely nothing.

Baby girl, you lack originality,

and I suggest you find some.

You've got to.

Thank you.

You made it.

So what's with all the mystery?

Is this some sort of lame way you get girls

to go out with you?

It's not a date. Promise.

Come on, we've got to hustle.

You look beautiful, by the way.

It's still not a date.

You look nice, too.

Where did you get the vino?

So why are we here?

Just thought you could

use some inspiration.

Wait.

- A group of dancers were able to break out...

-...strikes again...

...still attempting to identify the dancers...

The Mob struck again last night

this time taking over

the Miami Museum of International Arts

and Culture.

The art itself seemed to come to life,

causing delight

in spite of the disruption.

Quite the scene last night at the Miami

Museum of International Arts and Culture.

Police continue their investigation,

as many questions remain,

including the two most pressing,

Who is The Mob, and what is this all about?

You didn't get the memo?

Guests aren't supposed

to mix with the help.

I want in.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I want to join The Mob.

You can't talk about that here, okay?

Maybe I can help you out with your routine.

The Mob, it's not for you.

That's not good enough.

What we do is dangerous. Okay?

If you get thrown in jail,

your dad is gonna get real pissed.

You were the one who said

I needed to break the rules.

No, there's too much at stake.

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