Step Up Revolution

When you grow up in a city as big as Miami,

it's easy to feel small.

Past all those skyscrapers and palm trees

is my neighborhood,

just a few miles from South Beach,

but a world away.

And growing up in a place like this,

you learn pretty quick

that you have to speak louder than

everyone else if you want to be heard.

Because the truth is, everyone has a voice.

And there comes a time when you have

to shout, to fight for what you want.

For me and my friends, that time is now.

I'm telling you, there's a 50-50 chance

we're going to jail tonight.

Maybe.

You ready?

You're kidding, right?

Yo, guys. Check it out.

There we go.

How sick is that?

Come on. We're gonna be late.

We're not paying you to do

whatever it is you're doing.

- We'll be right there.

- You better be.

The new manager is out there

with a freaking white glove.

What up, guys?

Check it out.

Topping our local headlines,

Ocean Drive was transformed today

into what some are describing as art,

others a public disturbance.

One minute everything's normal.

The next, these cars and people

came out of nowhere...

I actually hope the police find them

and lock their...asses up.

It was one of the most amazing things

I've ever seen.

Whoever you guys are, we love you!

I love you, too.

- Yeah, how sick is that?

- Where are my waiters?

I've got a two-top that's been

waiting for 10 minutes.

Two-top? Yeah, that's mine.

Patrons do not wait at the Dimont.

You must be the new manager. I'm Sean.

I'm your boss, not your homie.

Next time you leave customers

waiting like that, you're fired.

Don't worry about it, man.

I'm still your homie.

It's cool. You need to fire him for that shirt.

What do they want?

Love them or hate them,

the question on everyone's mind is,

who is The Mob?

I feel it tonight!

Let's get out of here.

Let's get some drinks, let's get some girls...

Eddy, you see this sign?

What sign?

Yo, Miami, Club Euphoria!

Make some noise!

Look at these working stiffs.

What up, big man? What's going on?

Excuse me!

Excuse me! Can I get a drink, please?

Hey. Can I get a beer?

Sure. Why not.

You must be new here.

Sorry, what?

I said, "You must be new here."

Sort of. Yeah.

- Well, I work here, too

- Really?

Unfortunately.

Come on. It can't be that bad.

The pay sucks, there's no benefits,

and the clientele treats us like crap.

There's got to be something good

about this place, right?

Well,

there is this really cute waiter.

Really?

Where is he?

You know what? It's on the house.

Where are you going?

To dance.

Wait, wait, wait, wait...

What are you doing?

I'm escorting a lady to the dance floor.

You dance?

Me? No. Don't you know how this works?

I hold a drink in my hand, you dance

around me and make me look good.

Okay. Got it.

Let's go make you look good.

So am I making you look good yet?

- That's terrible. Is that all you do?

- No.

Okay. Your turn.

I promise I won't laugh. A lot.

Go, go! Go, go!

Hey! Where you going?

Just like that, Cinderella was gone.

Hey! What's up, man?

How you doing, Ricky?

Always good. There you go.

Hey, hey. Come on.

When was the last time

I charged you for a drink, huh?

Just promise me, though,

you have to dance with mi madre.

Jason scares her.

Look at that!

Look.Jesus!

You look hot in that one!

- That is hot. Give me that, please.

- Let me see.

Yo. 20,000 hits in under five hours.

- Yeah, that's crazy.

- You think that's dope?

Mercury is already working on his artwork

for the next Mob.

I still don't understand how you know

what he's saying when he never talks.

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