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They say in a few weeks this will triple in value, or more.

You're telling me this thing is going to be worth millions of pesos?

It's a fucking USB.

No, the NFT is what's inside the USB.

The 3D taco you saw on the internet. That's what has value.

The piece is minted one by one. It's worth will multiply...

Look, assholes. You must think I'm some kind of moron.

Dude, an NFT is...

- It's kind of hard to explain, man. - No, Wally, no. Value is very simple.

This here has value.

It's real.

Now...

that Tribby right there is unique.

It has value here and here.

Why the fuck would I pay for something I can find on the internet, Wally?

Monsieur Babo just bought one of those.

Pay him then, and post something on Instagram.

And tag Babo.

EXPLORE, COLLECT AND SELL NFTS

It's so weird that Trippy wants to see the video today.

It was Bubble's idea.

To get the crews together. Right, Bubble?

- Assholes... - Yeah, hell yeah.

Are you gonna spill the beans?

First you tell me you want to do Norteño music.

Then, you disappear all fucking day.

And now, out of nowhere, there's a party at Trippy's house.

And you act like nothing.

What? You're working with another producer, aren't you?

Stop talking shit, Flex. That's not it, bro.

How can you think that?

So, what's up, bro? No more secrets, man.

What's up, kids?

- How are my stars doing? - What's up, bro?

- Make yourselves at home. - Freaking weirdo.

What the fuck, bro?

You told me you were gonna tell them, dammit.

When I get out of the merch room with the Tribby, I'll tell them.

Why tell them before? Get it together.

And you?

What's up, Tri?

- Can we talk? - Can't you see I'm busy?

Okay, okay.

I know that guy is lying to me. I can see it in his face.

Why don't you just go and ask them, period?

Baby girls and boys, we are gathered here today

to celebrate the beginning of something big.

Something beautiful, and powerful.

I can feel the energy of each,

of each everyone and all of you...

right here.

It's you guys.

I love you, I adore you. Thank you so much for coming.

Data, press play.

What?

I don't know.

It's weird running around and hiding like we're 15.

You're the one who asked me not to tell. Remember?

Yeah, but that guy is my best friend. It sucks having secrets between us.

Why didn't you say something when we were coming in?

Remember in school, you'd lose your book,

and wouldn't say to avoid trouble.

Flex, I don't understand anything.

If we tell Ugly about us now, he'll get mad.

Because we didn't tell him earlier.

Let's go.

The future is now, my babies.

Ugly crew and Trippy B are going to blow up the medium.

Hell yeah, bro.

Congratulations, guys.

Dude, the key he has around his neck, that one there...

I think it's the one to the merch room. I saw it last time we recorded.

That has to be it.

Come on, Ugly. That's what he uses to snort, man.

Not everything is used for snorting.

Weren't you detoxing?

Dude, I'm clean.

Well, that's the fucking key, just trust me.

Then fuck it, man.

No, no. What are you gonna do?

- I have an ace up my sleeve. - Hold up, wait. Don't do it. Bubble.

What did you think of the video? It came out great, right?

The video is all Data, I guarantee it.

But if those guys don't want to join the label, we're going to steal her.

Tri, if you like Ugly,

talk to him.

Ego will betray you. Being vulnerable is okay.

Maybe he has a good reason for why he messed up.

Know what the problem is with much money?

You end up spending it on absolute bullshit.

Like buying a 3D taco on a USB.

I feel that I have to return to basics.

Yeah. A real connection. Yeah, have money and heart aligned.

Do you have keta?

What kind of a question is that, bro? Of course, my Trippy.

What'll it be, kids? Let's see.

No, it's really good shit, man.

Of course. So sweet, bro.

Goes in like oxygen.

Gentlemen...

enjoy.

- Good shit, right? - Well...

If you aren't convinced, homie, have another.

Papi Bubble's treat.

To you, brother.

Dude, let me borrow your key.

I lost mine, man.

I'm kind of a dumbass sometimes, man.

Of course, baby boy. Of course.

Are you selling us shit or what?

No way, Trippy. Never, man.

Right on.

Hey, man.

- Can I ask you something? - Yeah, man.

Data...

- Datush. - Ugly.

I've never told you this,

but Flex and I...

we have...

history.

I just feel that lately like she's been checking me out, bro.

I don't know, I'm into it. What do you think?

- You don't care, right? - No, not at all.

I mean, I don't see it.

Do whatever you want, bro.

Yeah, right?

It's not a big deal, but why are you telling me all this?

We have to be transparent, right?

We're a crew.

No more secrets, remember?

Ugly knows. He's saying that he's attracted to you.

No. He told me that you and he had history.

Come on, man.

Nobody is more hetero than that guy.

I'll tell him what's going on.

No more secrets.

- Congratulations. - Thank you so much.

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

Dude, the video was amazing.

Really? I'm honored.

We want to bring you on as creative director for Triana's project.

I need you as my ally against the record company.

Lately, their visual ideas really suck. And I want you to be the voice.

You should stop wasting time.

You mean leave the Ugly crew?

I want the Ugly crew to be successful, but they aren't ready.

They're green, Data.

And besides, if all goes well, you can help us grow our label.

Next week we meet with the label and we want to announce you.

Think about it. But not too much, okay?

Ugly.

Ugly, come here, man.

Look, bro.

No fucking way.

How did you get that thing, bro?

I told you papi Bubble takes care of you, right man?

You're high, aren't you?

What do you mean, Ugly?

Yeah, but it was for a noble fucking cause, for this shit.

I had no choice.

Bullshit. You're completely wasted, homie.

Dude, I got you the key, right?

- Stop screaming. Stop screaming. - Come on, freaking, Ugly.

Trippy's all fucked up, man. Let's go in and steal that shit.

Goddammit, man. Stop yelling out our plan.

Look, I'm going to that room alone.

I need you on point.

It would be very suspicious for the two of us to go, right?

That's bullshit, fucking Ugly, bro.

Dude, I'm at one hundred ten percent. Check out my balance, man.

No, we can't fuck this up. This is way too risky. You're trashed.

What's up, Triana?

- How's it going? - You fucked up.

I know, I know. Come on. I didn't want to not answer.

I would never ghost you. I swear on my mother.

Some shit came up that I just couldn't get out of.

Tell me now. I'm in no rush.

I can't.

- I can't, I have to run to now... - Look, man. Where are you?

Wake up, dude.

I gave my fucking word to serious people that don't play.

You're fucking up.

No, just give me a couple days. I swear I'm not an asshole.

Then stop acting like one.

Time for the octopus!

Fuck your octopus, man.

Son of a fucking bitch! I'll show you!

Suck my dick, bitch.

Wiki, wiki, wiki, I'm the king. Wiki, wiki, yo!

Yeah, it's me, Bubble Gómez, the top dog.

Bubble.

I'm okay, guys!

Fuck it, man.

Are you okay?

Fuck. IO.

- You want me to come with? - No, no. I'm cool.

- Hey, man. - I'm cool.

I know you think I'm an asshole, right?

Dude, I swear to God, man, it wasn't me.

It was that asshole cousin of mine, Lil Vato.

That was a long time ago. Don't sweat it.

Right on.

Hey, you want to be part of my new video?

"Your Big Fat Booty"

is fucking fire, man.

- I have too much work, Jo. - Right on.

It's cool that you have the Ugly Crew, man.

You can tell that you guys really have each other's backs.

That's the problem with not having anyone.

There's no one to help you out.

Well...

Thanks, Yung Jo.

Cool.

Fucking, Bubble, man.

You need to stop this already, man.

You're fucking wasted, bro.

You're gonna get booted because of your dumb shit, man.

Get it together, man. No more drugs, bro.

What the fuck?

Who are you, man?

Little Bubble?

You're really wasted, man.

This is how I'll be when I grow up?

Bubble...

all this is our fucking parents' fault, man.

Fucking absentee parents, bro.

Honestly, it doesn't get any better, man.

It just gets even worse, man, more fucked up, little Bubble, dude.

But don't worry, man.

Just find your family, bro.

You still have time.

Go for it, Little Bubble.

Little Bubble?

What happened? I lost you.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Does Trippy have kids?

No, bro. That's how the place was. Do you think he's been in all the rooms?

Do you need anything?

No, all good. I have...

Trippy's putting together a game of truth or dare.

See you downstairs. Okay?

- There you are, man. - Yeah.

Dude, we haven't been honest, man.

You aren't telling me everything and I haven't told you either.

Flex, I...

I know it's normal for friends to drift apart,

but I don't want the time to come and then have to confess.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Data and I are together. She's my girlfriend.

I didn't tell you because I thought you'd get mad.

But time passed and I didn't know...

What are you doing in here?

Are you fucking stealing that, bro?

Don't say anything, please.

I'll explain later, I swear.

Where the fuck are you?

What are you doing here? What the fuck?

- I had to do it, man. - Yeah?

But this is the last time.

Okay? Don't say anything, just enjoy.

Listen, thanks for the opportunity, it was really nice of you.

But the truth is Flex, Ugly and Bubble are really good.

Actually, they want to kill it more than anyone.

The Ugly Crew is going to break through. For real.

Sorry, but if you want me, it's the whole crew, or nothing.

I respect your loyalty.

Just remember your name is attached to theirs.

If you change your mind, find me.

What's going on?

Kids, kids.

Where are you going? We're about to play hide and seek.

Right?

- Trippy B. - Baby boy.

- Papi, the party was incredible, man. - Baby boy.

- But we have to leave, man. - Kids!

You know, we have to work, man. But you're the best, bro.

Kids, this is your home, okay? I love you.

Is the eagle in the nest?

If this is because Flex and I are together, guys, I'm sorry.

Flex didn't want to tell you, so...

That's not it, Data.

Alright, guys.

Ugly...

Either tell us everything or fuck it, man. It's over.

- What the fuck is going on? - Let this guy explain.

No more secrets, right fuckers?

Yeah, man, enough. Come on, Ugly. Tell them, man.

You promised me, bro.

- No way. - Why do you have that shit?

They fucking stole it, Data.

- No way, we have to take it back. - No, we can't.

Why not? Give it to me.

We can't take it back, Data.

Who do you owe money?

Ugly...

Just tell them everything, bro.

One, two, three for Yung Jo.

Damnit, Trippy, you cheated. We said no flashlights, right?

You lost, baby boy.

Fucking cheater.

No fucking way.