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I borrowed from Ceviches.

- Go fuck yourself. - No, man.

We're shit to you, bro.

- This is too fucked up, man. - You lied to us.

- Bro... - I want nothing to do with this.

- Let's bounce. - No, no, guys.

I swear, I have it under control.

- Hey, guys, come on. - Hold up.

We're a crew, right?

This sucks.

I told you, bro. You should have told them sooner.

What are we going to do?

Look, dog.

You know you have my loyalty, but come on, man.

- You have to clean this shit up now. - I know, man.

Just let me think.

Do you have any cash, bro?

- I have nothing to get home, I'm broke. - Damn.

- Take him wherever he wants. - Right.

Take care of him, he's my artist.

- Cool. - Cool.

Ugly, promise me you'll do something to save the crew, man.

Let's go, please.

There's my man, Ugly.

I finally catch you alone, papi.

What's up, man? I'm not in the mood for your shit.

They told me you were hanging with Ceviches, dog.

- Living the thug life and all that shit. - Where did you hear that?

A little birdie told me they were looking for you.

And that you owe them some dough

and that this and the other.

I told them to take it easy, papi.

That you're trustworthy. That you're my buddy, man.

But they really need that money, dog.

There was nothing else I could do.

Fucking Jorge. Did you rat me out again, fucker?

Relax, dog.

Fucking Ugly.

No way. You're with Ceviches, bro?

The things one will do to not be alone in this fucking jungle.

No, no. Wait, wait.

Dog!

- There it is. - An original Tribby, man.

Where'd you get it?

It's worth more than what I owe Ceviches, man.

See? I knew you had it all under control.

And the boss is going to be very happy.

Let's go.

Take it easy, dog.

WHAT'S UP, DOG? TYPING...

THE BOSS HAS THE STATUE IT'S ON, BRO

It's done, bro.

Bubble?

I was just reminiscing, man.

When you sang at Wendy's party,

you dressed up like fucking Bad Bunny and all that.

That was really cool, right?

This sucks, man.

I can't lose them. I can't lose the crew, bro.

You're...

all I have, man.

Dude, I'm free from fucking Ceviches, bro.

No way, Ugly. What did you do, bro?

Turns out that asshole Yung Jo works for Ceviches.

And he showed up to collect from me.

When I showed him Trippy's statue, his little eyes started shining.

Don't be an idiot, man.

That shit was worth much more than what that asshole Ceviches lent you.

Yeah, Bubble, but at this point money doesn't matter, brother.

I want to get out of this shit,

keep on working on our music, with the crew.

No way, bro.

Little fucking Jorge, that son of a bitch, man.

Well done, fucking Ugly, bro. Hell yeah, man.

I mean, now the fucking planets have aligned.

We have to put out the song. It'll be huge, papi.

That's right.

Did you tell the others?

I don't even want to know what happened.

Data, I know I fucked up.

Fucked up? Ugly, you borrowed money from a narco.

Where was I supposed to get it?

Without that cash, we wouldn't have been able to do the video,

or the single, or buy equipment, bro.

No, well it's all good then.

We're just about to break through, Data.

The problem with Ceviches is resolved.

That shit is done. I don't want to break through without my crew.

Everything we built is worth shit to you, Ugly.

You were only focused on what you wanted.

I missed my opportunity with IO. You know what it could have meant?

But we can still break through, dude, together.

The Ugly Crew is worthless now. You threw it all in the garbage.

- Do you know where Flex is? - I don't know.

Data.

I'm not preventing you seeing him. He asked me not to tell you.

Goddammit.

Hi.

Why'd you change your mind?

You said to watch who I surrounded myself with.

You were right.

Ugly got involved with the wrong people.

I think I have to grow alone.

I feel like this is the place.

We're on fire, getting ready to launch the label.

Go ask someone how you can be of help.

Really?

- Go, man. Before IO changes her mind. - Okay.

Don't get excited, it's a trial.

Thanks.

Hi, how are you? I'm Data.

Bubble!

What the fuck?

What would you do,

if hypothetically speaking

I, Trippy...

came into your crib,

convinced you that I'm your friend,

and after you have opened the doors to your soul, your brotherhood...?

I'm not following you.

And then, in effect,

I'd steal a piece worth...

an exorbitant amount.

Like the fucking rat piece of shit that I am.

And I would break your heart into a thousand fucking pieces.

You follow me, Ugly? What would you do?

- Trippy, you need to understand... - No, no. Nobu level, bro.

Pete Davidson...

Kim and Kanye, man...

Cain and Abel.

Hell yeah! I found them, dog.

I'm not going to give you the single, or the song, or the video or the merch.

Nothing, bro. Nothing.

- Bro, what the fuck? Why? - No, we don't have to go that far.

Let me explain, man.

The reason why we...

Trippy, let's make a deal. Let's make a deal, bro.

You keep my part of whatever comes out of the fucking single.

If it's over the money...

There are things that money cannot buy, man.

Like that sculpture, bro...

- A replica of the original Tribby. - No way.

No way.

Wait, what do you mean a replica, bro?

The original was sold years ago. You don't want to know for how much.

How much is the replica worth?

I don't know, fucker! I don't know how much!

Fuck off! How much is love worth, bro?

I see that, to you, friendship is worth jack shit.

So what's the deal?

So I'm not gonna give you "Your Big Fat Booty."

I'm going to bury that shit.

It's filled with falsehoods and back stabbings, and...

Trippy, dude, without that single we have nothing, bro.

Please.

Trippy, please.

- No way. - No.

- Dude. Don't be an idiot. - How much did he say it's worth?

It's worthless, man!

Shit, Ugly! Run, bro.

- We have to split up. - I'm not leaving you, bro.

Stop fucking around.

- That way. - No, bro.

- Go that way! - Ugly, no, bro.

Get him!

Almost got him!

Get him, dammit!

No way.

No way, Yung, we've known each other since we were kids.

Shut the fuck up, man! Who do you think you're fucking with?

- No, man... - A fake?

I didn't know it was a fake, I just wanted to blow up.

Like you, when...

Of all the people who could get out of this shithole, it was you.

And now what, bro?

Yung, it doesn't have to be like this, man. This isn't us...

Get the fuck out of here, man.

And when you make it, don't forget about me, dog.

I said get the fuck out of here!

He went this way. Right down there, man.

That way! That way!

That's it.

Come on, Flex, pick up.

Goddammit, bro.

She...

isn't my mother.

- She tried to kill me. - Shut up, damn rich girl!

If the pills didn't work, this will.

I can't believe this whole time she was pretending to be her mother.

No way.

How's your boyfriend? Did you two have a fight or what?

I haven't seen him around the house.

Damn you, rich girl!

- What happened to you? - Nothing.

Don't miss the grand finale of "Clinic 406".

Television's greatest hit comes to an end...

Hey, Esther...

What are you going to do when Clinic 406 ends?

Nothing.

Everything ends.

Nothing lasts forever

Right?

Héctor Lavoe.

Right on.

WHAT'S UP, TRI? ARE YOU BUSY?

What's up?

Triana, you're way too hot.

I don't know how this happened, you know?

You're on a whole other level.

I don't know, I want to thank you for trying to help me with the studio,

and it was really dumb not going...

What happened to your face?

They beat my ass because of my bullshit.

Want to come in?

Really?

The other day, in the car, I told you I'd invite you

to come in next time. So do you want to?

Of course.

So, there I was, me, singing ballads as if I sang ballads,

come on, trying my best, at the top of my lungs,

with Ceviches there, pointing a gun at us, high as kite.

Then Condenado is like, on this side, playing as if it was his last time.

Some fucking pact with the Devil. He was fucking great, but he was...

His hands were bleeding, bro. Blood on his fingers!

No way. That's terrifying.

What? Condenado's pact with the devil, or Ceviches' party?

Both.

But, for real, what did you do to that don?

Data told me you got into trouble with some shitty people.

I did it to invest in this thing.

And I fucked up.

If you don't invest in yourself, no one else will.

Fucking Judith. Damn bitch, man.

The Ugly Crew told me to fuck off.

There are still people who believe in you.

You have that fucking effect, bro.

- Here, give me your hand. - What is this?

Come on, man. Are you proposing?

No way, dude. We haven't even had sex, man?

I can't.

So, you had him in front of you, in an alley.

Yes, boss.

You shot at him, but didn't hit him

and the damn kid got away?

Yes, boss. That fucking kid is very slippery.

Like a lizard he crawled into a hole. I shot at him twice.

That seems strange.

But okay, shit happens, right?

Hand over your piece.

Give it up. Maybe we get you another one.

Goddammit!

I hate hurting people, Humbertito, but these sons of bitches!

They leave no choice, these fuckers.

See what's gonna happen every time you let him get away.

Go, motherfuckers!

Fucking fat boy, you get taken for an idiot

and you think we're all like you, faggot.

Clean this shit up.

IO.

Bubble, what happened? What...?

Dude, tell me what to do, please, man.

How'd you do it? How do I get clean, man?

How do I do it? I tried everything and I can't.

Where do I have to go?

We'll talk about this later.

No way. Those guys are my family. Without them I'm fucked. Understand me.

I know.

Data.

What are you doing here?

She's working with us now. She wanted to join the team.

The team?

That fucking easy, right?

The ship sinks and you come to where they pay you more, bro.

Where's your fucking loyalty, Paulina?

Loyalty? Why don't you ask Ugly about his loyalty?

This shit is worthless.

It's worthless, she says.

The Ugly Crew is done. You should be mad at him too, bro.

Look in my eyes and tell me Ugly Crew is worthless.

All I can see is that you are fucking wasted.

- Bubble, let's go. - Let go of me.

You guys are the fucking culture, right man?

But when the culture catches you, you run and hide, right bro?

Fuck this, man.

These guys fucking suck.

Sorry.

I know it's my fault we don't have a single, bro.

That means shit now, Ugly.

We've never had trouble making good tracks, man.

So what's the problem?

It's one thing for you to get into trouble, man.

But another for you to put your crew at risk.

Bubble, Data, man, and me. And not tell us anything.

At least Trojans, bro, would keep his shit separated.

I did it move this project along.

I didn't know this shit was going to get so out of control.

See? That's your problem, man.

You always have to do everything yourself.

Flex, if I bust my ass, I'll get us out of this. Hell yeah.

You hear yourself? You're a fucking narcissist, bro.

If not for the ego and the fucking hustle

you criticize so much, we wouldn't have done anything.

Maybe not, man. But that doesn't mean shit.

You made us your fucking puppets, Ugly. You moved us at your discretion.

- You put us at risk. - It was for the good of the crew.

You don't understand shit, man.

There are more important things than making it.

Then I'll just turn myself to Ceviches and period.

- And I clear everyone, right, bro? - Stop talking shit, Ugly.

Dude, Trojans, told us not to split up no matter what.

You should've thought about it before fucking up.

Look where that asshole ended up.

At least you're happy.

You're with Data. Something good came out of this, right?

Wasn't it 24 hours?

It used to be.

After you quit, the boss changed it to 8 to 12, to give us more breaks.

Fucking child.

Why are you here?

Before...

when...

I needed to think,

I'd come here to smoke, outside the Speedy.

Now that I need to think...

I didn't know where to go.

And...

what do you think about?

Things are better when I leave, right?

Everything I touch turns to shit, Clau.

Then don't touch anything.

Bye, Ugly.

When you're selling out stadiums, bro, what's the first thing you'll do?

Buy a house for Esther.

I can't believe that dumbass is gone.

I need to find him.

I can help you, Esther. But I need for you to trust me.

You think he'll come back if we put out his single?

No matter where he is, putting out his single is the perfect bait.

Blew up on social media.

We want to put out an Ugly album.

A postmortem record. Think about it.

But that guy isn't dead.

They say he's in Cuba with Tupac.

It's obvious he's missing.

Ugly, where are you? Let's make synergy.

Watch who you work with, sweetheart. Ugly has a debt with my boss.

Not without Ugly.

- Not without Ugly. - Not without Ugly.