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[GUNSHOT]

[SIREN WAILING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[ALL GREETING INDISTINCTLY]

[LAUGHING]

Feel anybody here, bro?

Yeah man, check out these two over here.

I know the one on the left.

And then one round.

One wrap around.

[CHUCKLING] And then one around.

Can I buy either of you ladies a drink?

It's open bar, bro.

Step aside.

-Hey girl. -Yeah.

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

WOMAN: And then one more.

Hey, looka here.

Yo! Dax, man!

DAX: Always good to see you.

You know my girl, Sofia.

Sofia this is Dax and...

Damage.

Oh, nice name.

Never heard of you.

Oh really? Never heard of me?

No.

-Sofia's a writer too. -DAX: Is that right?

-What do you write? -DAX: Yeah?

-Silk. -Silk?

Never heard of that.

[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

-Let's do some shots. -Let's not.

-[CHUCKLES] -Fuck off!

Fuckin' asshole.

I see you, Miss Silk.

Oh, she crew.

That's why you and your wife were trying to jack my new jack.

Really?

That's the case then maybe I am.

You're just a punk-ass nigga, right?

That's all you are. Wearing little dresses

and shit like that.

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Yeah, the little bitches arrive.

-[CHUCKLES] -MAN: What you got here man?

Back up.

You just a bitch-ass nigga like your brother.

That's what I was trying to say.

-Oh really? -Yeah.

[GRUNTS]

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN: Let him go!

Back up! Back up!

I saw the shit.

You and your boys gotta get out of here.

Let's go, let's go then.

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

That's right, baby.

Get the fuck out.

NICK: It's never goddamn ending with these motherfuckers,

I swear to God.

Bombing.

You girls want to go bombing or what?

Oh, yeah, we'll go.

I didn't call you a new jack.

Your boy did.

That's not my boy and neither are you.

Look, can you just come with me?

I'll take you to a spot.

I promise, you've never been there.

How do you know?

I don't but I'm pretty sure.

Just trust me.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

-Hey! What the hell

are you doing? -[GASPS]

[SECURITY GUARD GRUNTS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

All right.

WOMAN: All right, Dax.

SOFIA: Easy, Dax. DAX: All right, Sofia.

You killed it out there, tonight.

I know.

That's why you should follow me on Instagram.

I don't do that stuff.

You're missing out.

That girl! [EXHALES]

[LAUGHS]

God! All right, come on, let's go.

[ENGINE REVS]

Wake up, boy.

Fuck, man.

Let's go. Come on, bro.

DAX: That was the goddamn longest night ever, I swear.

[YAWNS]

Look at that shit.

[NICK SNORING]

You blew your motherfucking load early man. Wake up!

Rolling a goddamn blunt for you, you little shit.

[SNORING CONTINUES]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Y'all!

Got Gang Unit rolling up.

Fuck!

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

What's up?

We're looking for some assholes who like to spray shit.

Let's go, Nick. I need you

to come out here.

I'm good, man.

Listen, man.

You either come out here and talk to us now

or I'll go get a warrant and we both come in.

Your choice, Papa.

Get out here, man.

What do you guys want?

Those were some real nice sprays on the metro rail last night.

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

Cut the shit, Nick.

It's Detective Pelaez.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

You know, one of these days you're gonna show some respect.

Yeah, your punk-ass brother finally did

right before I locked his sorry ass up in a cage.

-We locked him up. -We locked him up.

Hey, you guys got a charge?

Papa, we're not here to arrest you.

We're here about your boy, Luis Tunero.

Well, he's not here.

Yeah, no shit, Nick.

Found him dead, last night.

You're lying, right?

We found Pharo's body on the rooftop of

La Estrella Supermarket

last night with a gunshot wound to the side of his head.

Suicide.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying he killed himself.

Brother locked up,

OG in a body bag,

and dawg for a Gables kid, you sure as fuck

picked a rough life.

Hey, hey, cool it, punk.

Don't do that.

Not worth it.

My condolences, man.

[YELLS] Hey, yo!

Hey!

Hey, man. Uh... Can I just... I need to take some pictures.

-Please. -[SPEAKING SPANISH]

No, no, I get it. I get it.

This, this is my mentor.

Please. I... I... Just five minutes.

[BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Man... Good to see you, Nicky.

You too, bro.

I'll be out of here in 12 days.

What, couldn't wait?

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Pharo, man.

He's gone.

He laid out a burn and just shot himself.

[SIGHS]

[SNIFFLES]

So he finally did it, huh?

You're not surprised?

Pharo came to see me a couple months ago.

He was popping a gun charge.

That's 50 mandatory.

No money to defend himself.

No wife, no kids.

He was all alone.

He finally realized he was 40-something graffiti legend

living in the past.

Why are you talking all this shit?

'Cause I loved that G, you know it.

Before I went away, I told him to quit

while he was still ahead.

And I'm telling you the same shit now, Nick.

But if you don't learn from mistakes we made,

someday it's going to be too late for you too.

NICK: To Pharo.

MGK pres who was banging on these streets.

way before most of us was even born.

The originator.

-The Miami style. -Fuck yeah.

This is for you, Luis.

Rest in paradise.

-Salud! -Salud!

[SOBBING]

[SNIFFLES]

Yo, a couple of tragos and we're out of here.

I don't want to get cornered by Jorgie.

He's probably on that Tony Montana shit.

Yo, this leads got me super, super weak.

Yo, check this shit out, man.

Rachel.

It's like the universe, bro.

I really don't want to talk to this girl right now.

Well, if it isn't the infamous Damage.

And I see you brought the usual suspects.

-How are you guys? -Lit!

We're just checking out the galleries and shit.

Oh, well, when will I be seeing a Damage piece up in a gallery?

[SIGHS] I think you know the answer to that.

Of course, nothing changes.

Well, apparently, some labels do.

Oh.

I don't see you for a couple of years

and you go get married on me?

-Engaged. -Engaged?

All right. Well, congratulations.

-Okay, stop. -Stop what?

I mean, isn't that what you always wanted,

pretty boy with money?

You don't know him.

I... I don't know him, but actually, he was really good

in those Little Havana auto commercials

back in the day.

He was ten years old. Get over it.

Get over it?

How am I supposed to get over it

when you're the one that walked away?

-Huh? -[SIGHS] I...

I can't do this right now.

You know what? I'm sorry. Okay? Okay?

I've just been going through all this stuff with Pharo and...

-I can't think straight. -I heard.

Um, I was going to text you, but I just... I...

I know that.

-What? -No, no, no. That's enough.

Come on. What's up?

I just... I wanted, you know...

I want to do a proper memorial for Pharo, and...

Where?

I don't know.

Let me ask my dad.

Really?

You're going to do that for me?

Of course.

When he hears that Nick Cruz wants to do

a legal wall, he... He won't believe it.

-[CHUCKLES] So, I... -JORGIE: Fuck you, Damage!

I see you, Papi.

[CACKLES]

It was nice bumping into you,

Nick.

Yeah, you too.

JORGIE: Hey, hey, hey, come up to my office.

NICK: I see you.

Hey. But, like, take off your shoes first.

There's two, uh, someones that I want you to meet.

Guys, this is Nick,

also known as Damage, quotation mark.

[CHUCKLES]

Pour him a drink. Come on.

Bro, I'm gonna turn this warehouse

into the fucking gallery of the 25th century.

My father and I are going to turn Miami

into a street art Mecca.

And I'm gonna take a page from the fucking

Lipman family book,

and I'm gonna start representing street artists.

I want you, Nick.

No, I want you.

Come on. I got all the fucking

connections in town.

You could be the next... [SNIFFS]

fucking Banksy or whatever the fuck his name is.

-[COUGHS] -Yeah, that's cool, man.

I really, uh, really appreciate the love,

but I... I'm really not a street artist.

[COUGHS] Nick, what the fuck are you saying?

You've been doing this fucking graffiti shit

since we were, like, 12.

Yeah, exactly. Graffiti, all right?

I'm not a street artist. I do graffiti.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, exactly. Awesome.

Everything you just said is 100% true. [SNIFFS]

So, now, the question is, Nick my friend,

what do you say?

Come on. You, me, together.

Let's make a statement, man! Come on.

-Okay, Jorgie. That's good. -[SNICKERS]

[SNIFFS] Sorry, bro.

[CHUCKLES] Sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry.

Sometimes when I get peeped up on coke this good,

I get a little handsy, all right?

Mm-hmm.

Uh... You like her?

Show him your tits.

-Don't be shy. -JORGIE: Come on.

Look at that.

Come on, do a line from them.

Come on. Come on, do a line off them.

-I'm all right, man. -Yeah, come on.

-I'm good, man. I'm good. -[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Do you want to stop me?

-Huh? Come on. -I'm good.

Fuck, man. I'll do it then.

[SNIFFS]

Ooh! [SNIFFS]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Actually...

usually when I do coke this good,

I also get a fucking rock hard boner

when I, like, take a shit.

So, um, I'll be right back

because my grandfather said never fucking waste a boner.

[SNIFFS]

Hey, Nick, please make yourself at home, okay?

Mi casa es su casa, bro.

Be right back.

Thank you so much,

but I'm going to go. [GRUNTS] Yeah.

Are you sure you don't wanna take a bump before?

I'm really sure. Thank you so much.

-All right, baby. -You guys are amazing, though.

By the time we're finished doing this big-ass shit,

Art Basel is gonna be over.

Sick of fixing this shit every goddamn year, dude.

[CHUCKLES]

DAX: Shit.

-Oh, look who it is. -ORLY: What's up?

What's up Orly?

Good to see you, bud. What's up, Damage?

Good to see you all.

-Damage! -Hey, Risky!

What's up big dawg?

Nice to see you, dawg.

You, too, brother. You, too.

Whoa!

-This shit's dope. -RISKY: Thank you, brother.

Every fucking Basel I got to fix this shit.

Yeah.

Fucking Toys, man. I'm telling you,

my generation's so fucked up.

Yeah, bro. Sorry to hear about Pharo.

Yeah.

Shit's tragic, man.

You uh... You still doing those freights?

Yeah, man, we got that yard on lock.

Sick.

Me and Revoke did a Pharo piece the other night.

-Really? -Yeah.

Dude. Thanks, man.

-When am I going to see you on these walls?

-Uh...

-Don't give me that sellout shit, bro.

[CHUCKLES]

I mean, I'm actually...

I'm gearing up for my first legal, man.

-Yeah? -Yeah, first legal.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm doing a little tribute for Pharo.

Yeah? That's awesome, bro.

-Yeah. -That's like, the first step.

Now you're in the races.

I don't know if I'm in the races, you know,

I'm just honoring my dawg.

You know me, man.

I just like to lap fools left and right.

Yeah, you are. That's what I'm saying, man.

You gotta get past that mentality

with all that sellout shit.

A sellout's a motherfucker that denies himself

the opportunity to do better.

So, what are you... What are you saying?

I'm saying you can do better, bro.

People want to see your shit.

You and me, a two-man show, man.

-I heard that. -I'm right here.

All right.

All right, go do your shit, man, I don't want to take your time.

Hey, you'll figure it out.

We all did. [CHUCKLES]

Bro.

The Risky man himself offered to cosign you on.

I don't know how you're not tripping the fuck out right now.

Risky is my dawg, bro. Just chill out.

Chill out? That dude makes fucking bank, bro.

His name on a Damage piece? Yo.

That should be worth enough cash to make it rain for days.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Bro, but Risk gets paid,

and still has freights rolling all over, bro.

-That's what's up, man. -Yeah.

I mean, you guys fucking know that

I don't paint for the fucking money, bro.

How many fucking times do I got to tell you that shit?

ORLY: Oh, bro.

You know, you've been saying that

same shit for so long

it's getting fucking old.

That's the same shit Toys say.

'Cause they don't got the street cred

or the talent to get people to back up the fucking brinks, man.

-You do. -He's fucking right, bro.

You got to start fucking listening, man.

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

Shit.

It's Rachel.

"Sorry to bail.

"Jorgie equals ugh."

-Agreed. -[CHUCKLES]

Uh, "I'll be at Arrive for an opening later tonight.

"You should drop by, meeting my father there."

Winky face.

Cono, she came through, bro.

Yo, I thought we were gonna do shots together, bro.

Cheers.

Well, in that case, this is to

a great fucking night...

Bro! All right, you know what? He's doing his thing, all right?

He's doing his thing.

NICK: For real?

You sure you can handle this, bro?

Yeah, fuck it.

We got to do this.

My dawg, yo.

I don't fucking get it, bro.

It's because you're not an idiot.

Give me one sec.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh, shit.

Now, welcome to the Sizmik experience.

I am, of course, Sizmik.

I will guide you into the world of wonder and mystery

as represented by the snake.

The snake is one of mankind's oldest

and most widespread mythological symbols.

The snake represents dual expression.

Good and evil.

The snake represents our struggle on this planet.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Enjoy my art.

Buy some.

Everybody, have a good night.

Thank you.

-You're killing it, bro. -Yeah!

You are killing it.

Yo, everybody looks like an asshole here.

Even the chicks.

Hey, that's Silk.

Mmm.

-Except... Oh! -Hey, nice jacket.

-Yeah? You think so? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

-What's up? -What's up?

-You good? -Yeah.

I'm surprised you're here.

I didn't know you were a fan of Sizmik's work.

Are you kidding me?

How could I not be a fan of the serpent

that tells us how we fucking struggle,

-whatever the fuck he said. -Life.

-Uh-huh. -Yeah.

Uh-huh.

[TRILLS LIPS]

Had a good time the other night.

It was crazy.

Hmm.

I recognize your portrait game there,

but I don't see your name.

So how do you recognize my portrait game?

Ah.

[CHUCKLES] You're funny.

It is what it is.

I get paid and I get credit.

So you're just painting to get that bread?

No, that's not why I paint.

How many people can say they do what they love

and get paid?

SIZMIK: Hey, Silk!

Why don't you come over here, baby?

Excuse me.

How you doing, baby?

You good?

REBECCA: That guy.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Oye, if you're gonna do this, do this.

I got two locas waiting at Sidebar,

and they want to see the dual expression

of my pinga.

Come on, good or evil?

-Good or evil? -[CHUCKLES]

RACHEL: Nick?

Oh. Later, bro.

Fancy seeing you here.

Nick, this is my fiance, Henry.

Oh! The street artist.

-Hey, man. -Oh, well...

Well, Nick isn't a street artist.

He's a graffiti writer.

Right, that's right.

That's right. So sorry, um...

Well, Nick, maybe you can help us.

Uh, Rachel doesn't really care for Sizmik's work here,

but, hey, I think it fills a natural void

of post-pop and post-expressionism.

What do you think?

Or graffiti writers don't have any opinions about art?

I don't know. [CHUCKLES]

Honestly, I, uh...

I think this falls into the category

of post skill movement.

Well, that's not exactly an insight to the work, but...

Well then, why don't we look at your insight?

I mean, I'm assuming that you call this post pop

because it's essentially a bad imitation

of a Kenny Scharf piece.

You know, Scharf was the only artist

to use cartoonish imagery

before anybody else decided to call it art.

Now, it's obvious.

I mean, this wouldn't rate much more

than a passing grade in any graphic design class.

I mean, check it, bro.

Subject smack in the middle.

You know, there's all this wasted space,

the light source, it's fucking vague.

But the whole movement of expressionism emerged...

Emerged to unshackle the artist from all

the conventions of realism

in order to blah, blah, blah and get to the emotional...

I get it, bro.

I read the same fucking book,

but the term "post-expressionism"

that's being used for all these little gimmicky artists

who never really bothered to learn how to paint.

Van Gogh,

he chose not to paint realistic.

This fucking clown over there...

he can't.

It's post fucking skill, homie.

You feel me?

I feel you.

So, Damage.

You gonna buy one of my pieces or what?

No, but Henry the collector might.

I was just telling him how you're beautiful work

reminds me of the post fucking skill movement.

-The fuck you say to me? -You heard me, dawg.

Actually, we were just saying, bro,

that signature on the bottom, that little tiny one?

You fucking crushed it, bro.

-Super dope. -[SOFTLY] No, no, don't.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

-Move it along. -Mm-hmm.

The MGK legend. [CHUCKLES]

So legendary, he shot himself

like a pussy...

Hey! Hey!

Here. Hey. My dad's outside. Let's go talk to him.

Real legend. Real legend.

Fuck you.

I hurt his feelings. [CACKLES]

Wynwood has a large stock of windowless warehouses

that could be transformed into these giant canvases

bringing Miami the greatest collection

of street art ever seen in one place.

Art, that was my inspiration.

So nice meeting you.

Oh, hi, sweetie.

Gentlemen.

-Hey, what's your name? -Orly.

Orly, nice to meet you. How are you?

-Oh, uh, Chino, sir. -Hi. Henry, how are you doing?

Walk with me, will you?

[NICK EXHALING]

I got to tell you, I love this time of year.

-Don't touch the car. -Sorry.

Did Rachel talk to you about the wall?

Yes, she did.

I'm sorry to...

hear about your friend's passing.

I know how much he meant to you.

You know, I've painted cities

all around the world.

I mean, we're the best writers,

writers that are waiting to paint your walls.

But nobody, nobody had

the skill that Pharo had.

That's why I wanna do a memorial for him.

I understand that, I appreciate that.

Listen, Nick, [SCOFFS]

you have more potential than you even know.

And personally, I would love to see you

realize that potential.

But you know what?

Nothing in life comes for free.

You got to do something first.

What do you have in mind?

Talk to Rachel, she'll give you the details.

[SCOFFS]

-Thank you, man. -No, no, no, no.

Don't thank me yet. You haven't done anything yet.

[CHUCKLES] Okay.

Hey, look, Nick.

Everybody knows the name Damage, right? Everybody.

I mean, by just writing your name,

you have achieved more

than most artists achieve in their lifetime.

You got our attention.

Okay, what's next?

What else have you got to say?

I just never really thought about it that way.

Well, it's about time you did.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH] Yo, uh, Silk working?

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

MAN: [IN ENGLISH] She's in the back.

She's taking her break. I'll get her.

Right on.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Yo, there's some guy in your chair.

-I'm on break. -You can eat later.

Flip through this. Let me know what you want.

[EXHALES]

I was thinking about this.

SOFIA: [CHUCKLES] Oh, shit.

What are you doing here?

You drew that?

Yep.

Do you like it?

Well, I normally do shit that's not in this book.

Where do you want it?

Um, right here.

Why 17?

Pharo's favorite number.

December 17th, that's his birthday.

That's dope.

So, how did you find me?

Instagram.

No Instagram, huh?

[GROANS SOFTLY]

It hurts?

No, it actually tickles.

Should've asked you if you wanted some numbing cream.

-That's dope. -Hmm.

What is it?

Chango.

You're a Santera?

I'm not a Santera. The religion is called Yoruba.

So you practice it?

I don't practice it.

I was raised around it.

So, why chango?

Represents passion, justice, a joy to live.

So you can give me a joyful smile.

How does that clown get away with calling that shit art?

Why do you two beef?

-It's a long story. -I got time.

Sizmik used to be a part of the crew.

And then he got into some beef with Pharo

and Pharo kicked him out, so he started his own crew.

Eventually, my brother gets popped and...

I don't want to point any fingers,

but somebody definitely snitched on him.

Well, that guy's a fucking douchebag.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's a rat, too

It looks dope.

You good, kid.

Go home.

Hey, do you, um...

Do you mind if I just wait around?

You don't have nothing to do?

Nope.

All right then. Wait around.

[BELL OVER DOOR CHIMING]

Are you always the last man out?

Not always.

Thanks for hanging.

If it's about you torturing me, I had a good time.

If it's about you whining like a bitch, so did I.

[CHUCKLES]

I gotta go.

Gonna take my tia to Sylvanos.

It's all good.

Yo, um...

we're doing a memorial for Pharo at Wynwood,

day after tomorrow.

Come through.

I'm gonna be there early.

You do legal walls now?

Early. Text me.

Get home safe.

RACHEL: I will look out for that email

and I will get back to you, okay?

Just let me look it over.

Yeah, uh-huh.

Okay, uh, let me call you back.

All right. Bye.

Good morning.

You know, it's early.

Only for you, Nick.

Ha-ha, yeah. What's the favor?

Come on, you'll see.

What's this?

Our foundation supports the Advocate Youth Program.

All of these kids have been arrested

for graffiti, just like you.

My dad thought it'd be a great idea

for you to talk to the kids.

You want me to talk to the kids?

They all respect you.

They'll listen to you.

Everyone, say hello to Nick Cruz.

Nick is here today to talk to you

about illegal graffiti

and how it has impacted his life.

[COUGHS] Bullshit!

Okay, Michael, one more of those and you're out of here.

We both know you need the hours to complete your probation.

-Don't be stupid. -Sorry, Miss.

-You know, got this... -NICK: Hey, little shit.

Can you be just a little bit

more respectful.

Say sorry.

-Man, I'm sorry. -No, no, no, no. [CHUCKLES]

Not to me, bro. To her.

I'm sorry, Miss Rachel.

Thank you, Michael.

Well, I... [INHALES]

...think I'm gonna give you guys some privacy

to get to know each other, okay?

I'll be outside.

[EXHALES]

So, you guys are writers?

Yeah, man, we got a crew.

That's Damage, man. You're Damage, right?

[SCOFFS]

Shit, man.

You guys need hours?

Is that why... That's why you're here?

Yeah.

You got a good deal.

When I was here, they made me buff walls

and I remember watching this PSA

bullshit video that sucked.

So you guys are good.

You know that there's walls out there, guys,

that you can paint

and you won't be thrown into county, right?

You know that.

Yeah, man, but we're not trying

to be some,

you know, art crew like everybody else out there.

We're trying to, you know, bomb the city.

Oh, you trying to bomb shit?

Yeah.

You're trying to bomb shit illegally?

That's your thing. You just want to bomb shit.

Okay. Sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry.

You know, maybe...

Maybe I'm not the guy,

that's supposed to be sitting here talking to all of you.

I've been in this game for way, way longer

than all of you all.

This game fucks you up.

It fucks you up.

Hmm.

I buried my mentor, Pharo.

My brother's been in jail for two fucking years.

If that's what you want, bro, then keep fucking bombing shit.

I got a question, though man.

If bombing shits so bad, why do you keep on doing it?

[SPANISH SONG PLAYING]

Oh!

Ah-ha!

First one to roll up, I love that.

Couldn't miss Damage doing his first legal.

Hell, yeah.

You good?

This is it?

No, we're doing a Pharo portrait,

and a crew spot.

-You go the whole wall? -Yep.

It's dope.

You gonna jump on it?

Portrait, come on.

I know, it's a memorial though, that's not my place.

Ah, no, no, no.

I want you to do it.

You got the skills.

I need you.

[CAR HONKS]

What's up motherfuckers!

You're late!

Assholes.

That's what you got for them for.

No, no, no.

I go them for something else.

I need you for that portrait, okay?

Come on, make me happy.

All right, since you guys were late, you're gonna

do the fillings,

I'm gonna work on the 3D,

Silky, you're going to work on the portrait, okay?

Yo, Damage. [SPEAKING SPANISH]

Um, are you thinking with the big head upstairs,

or the little head downstairs?

Huh? You're gonna let I okay, paint Pharo, huh?

Are you crazy bro?

Yo, she's not I okay. Okay?

She's got that fire. Trust me, man,

it's gonna be good.

-You know what they say about fire right?

-What?

-You get burned. -Oh.

All right, hold that.

Just for a second, just for a second.

Here, hold on to this just for a second.

That's Pharo.

You up for it?

-For those parts. -Yeah.

NICK: Here we go, Chino. You're working now, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hello, hello!

Well, well boys.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MGK!

What up boys?

For Pharo.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

-Hey! -Hey!

All right, guys.

Motherfucking Pharo.

ALL: Pharo.

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

I can't believe you brought me here.

I used to come here all the time.

It's been years.

Well, then, you're not a real Cuban.

Oh, I'm not a real Cuban.

-A real Cuban checks into Versailles, from time to time

-Right.

I used to come here all the time

with my Tia Rosita.

Bet you didn't know that kids ate for free

on Tuesdays?

No, I didn't know that.

You didn't 'cause you're not a real Cuban.

Are you close to her?

I am. I've lived with her

since I was ten.

Where were you before?

In Cuba, where I was born.

So then, how did you end up in Miami?

I came on a raft with my mom and my cousin.

That's crazy shit.

It's probably the scariest thing you could imagine.

The first night we got stuck in a really...

bad storm, the raft flipped over...

I never saw them again.

I mean, I'm sorry I...

Don't be.

I've felt every which way about it.

Lucky, pissed, guilty, blessed.

I don't think I ever landed on one.

This is what they wanted for me, a better life,

a free life so...

What did your parents do?

My mom was a dance teacher, my father was an artist.

What? Did he also pass, or?

He disappeared years before we left.

They kept trying to censor his art, threaten jail time.

He refused to comply.

When he went missing, my mom...

she didn't feel safe anymore, that's when we left.

What's your father's name?

Guillermo Campos.

Wait, like, the Guillermo Campos?

-You know him? -Do I know him?

I have a replica of Mal Tiempo up on my wall.

Okay, so if you want to go back to your place,

-you should just ask. -No, no, I'm being

serious, like.

Like, like, for real.

Like, my dad gave it to me when I was a kid.

He's a huge fan of your dad's work.

-Is he? -I mean, yes,

he always told me...

He always told me that it was a sign of Cuban perseverance.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, what else do you know?

Well, um, the Spaniards have guns...

They do.

...and the Cubans fought them, but only with machetes.

You know, yet somehow we were victorious.

-Oh, shit. -[NICK CHUCKLES]

The kid knows his art.

You know, just 'cause you don't see me up in these galleries,

don't mean that I don't know what art's about.

Cheers.

So you know everything about me at this point.

What's your story?

What do you want to know?

Something, anything, I don't know.

What you like, what you don't like.

Okay, well...

My brother and I grew up in the gables.

-You know, private school... -Oh

...big house...

-Big house? -Yeah, the whole nine yards.

Okay.

Then one day, the Feds showed up

and they took my dad for selling cocaine.

Not long after that, my mom found a new

sugar daddy

and never looked back.

How old were you?

Nine.

How long did your dad get?

Twenty-five years.

Did you go see him?

Sometimes.

I should probably visit him a little bit more though.

And your mom?

No clue.

Mike and I moved in with Abuela and that's

how we met Pharo,

who lived in the same building, on 29th Street.

Then a few years after that, MGK started.

And they didn't care to have this little jit

rolling around.

[CHUCKLES]

No, you know, they're my big bro's.

It's all good.

I don't get it, why are you so anti legal walls?

That's just the way I came up.

You know.

It it ain't illegal it ain't graffiti.

All this street art shit, this stuff is just for Toys.

I'm a street artist, so I'm a Toy?

Maybe.

Fuck you.

Hmm?

[BOTH MOANING]

[NICK GRUNTS]

-Want to smoke? -Hm.

-You weren't lying. -Mm-hmm.

I can't believe your dad actually painted that.

Did you sleep at all?

Enough.

Come look at this.

You like it?

It's for you.

I love it.

How about a little joint?

-I think you should roll a blunt.

-Blunt?

SOFIA: It'll burn slower.

Calling Silk to the stage.

[NICK WHISTLES]

You missed it. [CHUCKLES]

Not built for this life.

Come here.

Holy shit.

Here.

Come on.

[CELL VIBRATING]

It's a bad roll.

Fucking motherfucker, man.

Absolute fucking bullshit.

What the fuck are we gonna do, bro?

Huh?

I want you to tell me what the fuck you gonna do, bro?

I'm about to break some fucking faces.

Fucking bullshit, bro.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is this shit?

Are you fucking serious.

DAX: We've got to get rid of this shit.

This is as embarrassing as fuck right here, man.

Can't nobody see this shit.

What the fuck happened to respect?

NICK: Yo, it's war man.

-It's fucking war. -I saw the pictures.

Who the fuck does he think he is man?

Honestly.

No respect.

[BOTH CONTINUE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

-Bitch! Fuck. -Calm down, hey.

Calm down. It's okay.

Listen, man.

There won't be one IOK or one Sizmik fucking piece

running in this city.

Do you get me? I'mma fucking take

all of them out.

You do that shit, you give Pelaez

every reason to hunt you down.

Fuck Pelaez, bro.

-That's some paranoid shit, bro. -They're gonna lock you up.

I got no snitches.

What about Silk?

-What about her? -Yeah, what about her?

You know the bitch, what, like a minute?

Fuck that shit, bro. All right?

You don't know jack shit about Silk, Dawg.

Dawg?

Get the fuck out of my house.

All right, bro.

Fuck you, man. I'm out there

every fucking night.

-Writing our history. -Yeah.

You got it all figured out, genius.

Go. You're on your own.

He put you in prison.

You don't know that.

He toyed at your best friend's memorial.

And you're just going to let that shit slide, Cruz?

Who the fuck are you, bro?

Who are you?

I just pissed away two years of my life in a cell.

I violate probation,

they send me right in.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

I live for my family now.

When are you gonna man up, Nicky?

When the fuck are you going to realize this game

ain't got no happy endings, bro?

I got you.

I got you, bro.

All right, Cruz.

[SCOFFS]

Of all fucking people, bro.

That's some pussy shit. Fuck you.

You ain't Cruz anymore.

Cruz what, huh? Ha.

Fuck you.

Fuck!

DAX: Jump out right here.

[SIGNAL BLARING]

MAN: Let's go.

Hey, how you doing?

Hey, what's happening? How can I help you?

We're looking for Sofia Campos.

She's in the back.

Great, thanks.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Let's have a little fun.

Well, hello, hello there.

You must be Silk.

My name's Sofia. I'm sorry.

Um, I don't...

Sofia, no. I'm the one who's sorry.

I'm detective Bert Pelaez, this is my partner,

Detective Dominguez,

and we're with the Miami Metro Gang Unit.

We're going around the neighborhood

trying to get information

about the recent rise in illegal graffiti in the area.

I don't know how I can be of any help.

That's too bad.

Nice place.

I bet Art Basel brings you

a lot of business, huh?

It does.

That's good.

You ever heard of the Miami Graffiti Kings?

MGK?

Miami Graffiti Kings? No.

PELAEZ: Allow me.

Maybe you don't understand my partner, Detective Dominguez.

Don't mind him. I have the same problem

with him.

Have you ever heard of the Miami Graffiti Kings?

No, I have not.

She hasn't.

DOMINGUEZ: All right.

She must think we're clowns or some shit.

Huh?

You must think you're real cute.

Living on the edge with the new boyfriend.

Let me give you something to think about.

See, my partner and I, we get paid a nice salary

to put vandals just like you behind bars.

So don't you think, for one second,

that we're not going to get you, Damage,

Hijack Rome and the rest of you

MGK motherfuckers.

Am I clear...

Silk?

You're not.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

And even if I did, I don't need

to tell you anything.

I know my rights.

Her rights.

Yeah, she knows her rights.

Well, you know these sneakers?

Checkerboard vans, just like the ones

you're wearing.

What a coincidence, huh?

Oh.

Check this out, Dominguez.

Look at that.

[DOMINGUEZ WHISTLES]

Yeah, that's my favorite, buddy.

Yeah. You know, these guys did this burner on a rooftop.

Only problem is,

stupid motherfuckers didn't realize

it was a federal building.

[PELAEZ CHUCKLES]

DOMINGUEZ: Oh, yeah.

MGK.

Yeah, that's a nice piece, huh?

Problem with that is, that carries a two year

mandatory sentence.

Dos.

Whoof.

You can avoid all that, if you're willing to sign

a sworn affidavit

asserting that Damage...

Is Nick Cruz.

And you get to walk.

That's it.

Easy-peasy.

That's it.

Is this what you guys want tattooed?

If not, I think we're done here.

All right.

Have it your way, Mama.

She wants to play games,

but I will let you know about that tattoo.

Please do.

Bro, um,

I've been meaning to tell you.

I just re-enrolled at Dade.

Seriously?

[MAN LAUGHS]

College, bro?

When the fuck did you finish high school?

[LAUGHS]

Don't listen to him, all right? He's being a dick.

You're being a fucking dick.

I'm actually, dude...

I'm proud of you. Seriously.

That's amazing.

Thanks, bro.

You know, I almost didn't tell you.

I didn't want you to think I was gonna bail on the crew.

Dude.

You're my brother.

Okay?

You can tell me whatever you want.

SOFIA: Nick.

I need to talk to you.

Yo.

Que? No, no hello for us?

Not right now right now, Chino.

[LAUGHS]

"Not right now, Chino."

[LAUGHING] Oh, shit.

Pelaez and Dominguez showed up at my job

asking about MGK.

[SIGHS]

They're just trying to fuck with you, all right?

They're trying to get to me.

Fuck with me? Nick, he had photos!

I'm not going to jail.

Baby, listen to me.

I'm telling you, all right?

Nobody's going to jail.

I'm sure that's what your brother thought.

What are you talking about? This has nothing to do

with me and my brother.

This is all about Pharo.

Pharo's dead.

He's gone.

You're about to fuck up your life just like he did.

What the fuck are you even saying, huh?

What the fuck are even saying

about Pharo?

You don't know anything about him.

Wow.

You know Pelaez gave me a deal to give you up, right?

Oh, really, Silky?

That's what you want to be?

You want to be a little bitch?

You want to be a little fucking snitch?

You're a fucking pathetic excuse for a man. Fuck you.

Well, you're a fucking snitch!

Go snitch me out.

I don't know about you motherfuckers,

but I'mma head to BT's, baby.

Get me pussy.

Got to be a big, fat ass with my face buried.

That's what I'm talking about.

[LAUGHS]

Aw, hell, no.

In my fucking hood.

You know, you're gonna fuck with me

in my fucking hood.

MAN: That shit don't last. Uh-uh.

Nah, you made a mistake, motherfucker.

Now, watch this shit.

Yeah, I'd like to report a vandalism.

Yeah, I'm looking at it right now.

All right, you guys finish up.

I'mma pull the car back around.

I'll meet you guys back there.

Yeah.

[SIREN BLARING]

[SIREN BLARING]

We need medical at my location.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

OFFICER: Hey, hey.

Chino!

OFFICER: Take it easy.

[SOBBING] No! Chino!

ORLY: Chino, wake up! Chino!

[SOBBING] Chino!

No, Chino!

Nick, listen to me.

NICK: Chino!

Yo, Chino, what the fuck, bro?

[WAILING]

PELAEZ: Nick. Nick.

No!

Listen to me. Go home.

You can't do anything here.

Go.

Hey, get him out of here.

Take him home.

[BOTH SOBBING]

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm leaving.

I thought you'd make exception for a friend.

No. What're you guys doing here?

Is that any way to greet a customer?

You're not a fucking customer.

You're so aggressive. Chill, chill, chill.

I just came by... I wanted to talk.

Oh, that feral character you're dating.

I... I knew when I met you...

that you had talent.

You the shit, girl. [LAUGHS]

It all kind of came together on that one, didn't it?

Only thing.

You know what I hear and see

on that wall?

All that shit I taught you.

I fucking made you.

-You made me? -That's right, I made you.

-You fucking made me? -Yeah.

All you write is a stupid fucking snake

with a grin on it.

Like the stupid fucking grin you got right now.

Now you should be a little fucking grateful.

Grateful for what?

I cosigned you when most thought you were only a piece of pussy.

Let go of me.

Or what?

What, you gonna call the cops?

Why don't I do it for you?

That worked out real well for your boys, you know.

What the fuck does that mean?

I had a secret.

I caught that little bitch slipping on the rooftop.

My rooftop.

That stupid fuck tried to get my gang unit.

Too bad he didn't look both ways before crossing the street.

[LAUGHS]

Lights out for poor little Chino.

You're a fucking snitch.

Holy shit.

Damn.

That ain't bad.

No, but you still hit like a bitch.

You wanna... You wanna play

with the big boys?

Well get knocked out fucking like one!

Get the fuck off me!

-Relax. -Get off me.

You wanna play?

You wanna play with me?

Well, let's play, I wanna play with you.

You crew-jumping whore.

Your body really is a masterpiece.

Like a living burner, you know,

but no peace is complete without the tag of the crew

that drew it.

Now put this bitch in the chair.

Put this bitch in the chair!

You heard what I fucking said.

Fucking listen. [LAUGHS]

SOFIA: No! Let go.

Let go! Let go!

Let go! Let go!

Let go! No!

That's lit. I like animal bite.

Shut your fucking mouth.

[SHUSHES]

Baby, baby. [SHUSHES]

Relax.

Relax.

I'm gonna make it so, every time...

That bitch Nick fucks you,

oh, he's gonna remember Sizmik owns your ass.

Yeah.

That's my girl, huh?

We're gonna fucking do this.

Right, hold her down.

That's it, you're gonna like this.

No, no, no!

-Shut the fuck up! Shut up! -No!

Hold her down.

Yeah, that's right.

-[MACHINE WHIRRING] -Hold her still motherfucker.

Now this is looking pretty.

Hey, it's me.

It's me.

Hey, hey. Okay. It's me

[NICK SCREAMS]

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

NICK: Fuck you!

Fuck you!

You want to act like a little fucking pig.

you get treated like a fucking pig,

you hear that.

[SPITS]

[NICK YELLS]

Fuck you! Fuck you!

You motherfucker, I should fucking kill you

right now, you piece of shit.

Bitch!

Fuck you!

MAN: Nick, let's go!

Yo, bro, come on.

Pack a bag.

So what're we doing, bro?

They already got him on a Greyhound.

I need to get Nick out of here ASAP,

Check on him.

-What the fuck! -ORLY: Hey, Nick, Nick!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[AIRPLANE ROARING]

DOMINGUEZ: Nice and easy there. Hands behind your back.

Other hand, Nick.

-Fuck you. -Should have listened, Nicky.

Should have gone home.

Take this guy to the PD.

[BUZZES]

How are you?

How do I look?

-I'm sorry. -Don't be.

It's my fault for fucking with you in the first place.

Don't say that.

Don't say that.

-I didn't mean to do... -You didn't mean to what?

You didn't mean for my face to look like this?

You didn't mean to be in there?

There's not much you can say, Nick?

I love you.

And?

And when I get out I'm gonna make things right.

You need to make yourself right and let go

of that fucking pride.

Are you proud to be in an orange suit?

Are you proud of my new tattoo?

Are you proud you missed your best friend's funeral?

-I'm not. I'm done. -Sofia.

Oye, Sofia!

Sofia, please don't go!

Sofia!

Get off me.

GUARD: Move!

NICK: Making art and turning into this whole new realm,

I'll always be an outsider, which is something that

I, kind of, like.

You know, comparing things to graffiti,

I was very comfortable in that world,

and after a while, you just don't feel

a challenge anymore.

You know, when I was young, I used to write my name

over and over again.

You know, it, kind of, made it into this challenge,

you know, to be the most visible one

to be the one that stands out the most.

I mean, that's, kind of, what I focused on.

And then, you know, one day, you know, someone

just comes up to you

and they say, "Okay, you know,

you got our attention."

"Okay, we see you."

"But what do you want to say?"

"I mean, what is it that you want to tell us?"

"What... What do you want to convey?"

"What's your message?"

And that's a scary thing for an artist.

[HISSING]

I think one of the reasons that I'm making

what I'm making right now is because of how dissatisfied

I became with my graffiti.

I started to feel immature and, I mean, all that beef shit

that was just rooted in obsession and fantasy.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

You know, those detectives,

as much as I dislike them, I, probably, don't hold

a grudge against them.

You know, the guys that spent

all of their time and energy

to imprison me and ruin my life.

I mean, if I saw them on the street,

I'd probably thank them.

I knew the risk that I was taking.

I mean, I never asked for amnesty or leniency.

I was prepared for the consequences.

Ahh!

[GIRL GIGGLING]

NICK: My brother went to jail, and I knew that was

a possibility.

I never listened to the good people

around me.

You know, they were trying to guide

me into the right direction.

They were trying to make me the artist that they knew

I could be,

and I just couldn't see it.

You know, it's that saying,

you know, you don't realize what you have until...

until you lose it all.

You know, jail was a catalyst and... maybe not the catalyst.

The catalyst was my daughter, for sure.

I mean, she changed everything, my whole meaning.

But jail was... was important.

I mean, it gave me all that time

to sit back and think about the pieces

that I'd been making over the past few years,

and re-evaluate and just make decisions,

and changes that I'm sure I wouldn't have done otherwise.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

On Chino and Pharo?

I mean, I miss those guys

like crazy.

You know, every day I wake up, I'm thinking about these guys.

I mean, you can see that in my art.

And I think, you know, if if they look down

on me right now,

they'd be proud to see who I became.

And their names... their names

will live on forever.

Cause I will, personally, see to that.

[SPRAY CAN SHAKING]

[END CREDITS]