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LIL VATO FLIES WITHOUT CREW

Thanks to an intense redemption campaign,

after a scandalous break up from Trappatitlan,

Lil Vato is filling up concert venues all over the country.

You have a Vogue cover,

sold out shows on all your upcoming tour dates,

and a cameo in Manuel Caro's latest film.

What's next for Lil Vato?

I want to take charge of my mistakes.

I hurt a lot of people along the way,

and I feel that now is the time to resolve it.

Like the relationship with your son?

Exactly. Now that I'm lonelier, I realize that the only thing

we really have is family.

LIL VATO IS NOW LIL VATE?

And if that doesn't impress you, the Sonoran ally

is now the poster child for Vogue Mexico,

breaking gender roles and becoming an advocate

against toxic masculinity.

I can't change my past, but I can change my present,

and that's what I'm doing. Ugly, where are you?

Let's make synergy. That's the title of my new album

that comes out this Friday for you to download. That's right.

GO FUCK URSLF! LET'S GO VGLY!

Do you miss your crew?

Of course, I miss them. I miss the times we would get wild.

Some of us would really party, but...

That sucks.

Come on, man.

Shit.

Higher, man...

There.

The camera, fucking Ugly!

Go fuck yourself, Bubble.

Jump out into traffic, man. You're immortal, papi.

- Yeah, I know. - Marihuana goes with iguana.

Marihuana is the only word that...

That's awesome, man. You play really well, Flex.

- Go fuck yourself. - It smells like shit, bro.

Ask Ugly why the...

- You're high as fuck, right? - High as fuck.

- Good. - I'm high, fuck it.

- Fuck that, man. - Can I get a kiss?

- It's all good. - Ugly...

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

Buy a house for Esther.

- Hell yeah. - Seriously?

Seriously. Esther, this one's for you, freaking stress.

Even if I die, the first thing I'll leave is a house for you.

So fucking dramatic, "even if I die." Stop talking shit.

At least let me offer you a shower, man.

You've been in here for a week.

I don't want to be the typical leech

who stays in his girl's house when he's broke.

Don't fuck with me, Flex. Really?

I can't believe that dumbass is gone, man.

We have no idea what happened.

Is it really that hard to send one fucking message?

"Hey guys, I'm okay, don't worry."

I don't know.

Why don't you tell him that when he gets back?

I wanted to show you something.

I know you're going to say I'm crazy,

but I think it's a great idea for the Crew.

I don't want to hear about it.

I'm sorry, I want to be alone.

Besides, I'm a little busy now.

Let's go!

Move it, move it.

Good afternoon, officer.

Hello. How may I help you?

I've been coming in here all week. Were you able to file the report?

Name of missing person.

My son, officer. We spoke about this yesterday.

Can you give me the person's name, please?

Ulises Genaro López Ibarra.

The problem is we're still missing Sergeant Menchaca's signature.

But she hasn't been down in a week. They are auditing her.

It can't be that one signature is holding everything up.

What floor is she on? I'll take her the paperwork.

No, ma'am, that's not how this works.

We have protocols.

You brought it in completed? Are you sure?

Why would we put out a single for a guy who isn't going to come back?

Even if he doesn't come back,

I don't want all the work we did to be forgotten.

Data, you can't be distracted with this.

We're about to launch a damn label.

Exactly! That's why I think that putting out Ugly's single,

who's a new artist, unknown...

could be mystical.

I brought you here to look ahead.

Don't make me regret hiring you.

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

All we know is that Ugly is in love with Ugly.

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

I'll take care of IO.

What about Flex?

I think I know someone who can help.

- I'm telling you, she's just a friend. - I'm tired of hearing the same crap.

See how you don't listen to me?

How many times do I have to tell you? She's just a friend.

Tell me that is not true. I see how you talk to her.

Please, listen to me, she's just a friend.

No, get away from me. You don't pay attention to me.

One hundred pesos, it includes one courtesy liter of beer.

If you want to sing, put your name on the list.

Today's prize is that watercolor signed by Don Omar.

I'm looking for a buddy.

He's light skinned, has a tattoo right here.

Yeah, Nestor.

That crazy asshole is over there. Look at him.

Shit, who brought fucking Judas?

Bubble, can we talk, you and I alone?

Whatever you want to say,

you can say in front of the damn Bubble Crew, bro.

That's right, bro.

We have to finish what we started.

Fucking Freezer, bro. You stabbed us in the back, man.

Don't be dramatic.

I found the perfect track to blow that shit up.

What shit are you talking about? Fucking Ugly is dead, man.

If we put out the single, maybe he shows up.

Bubble...

I need my manager back.

You want me to help you?

- I want that watercolor. - Hell yeah.

No way, Bubble. You know I'm scared to death of the stage.

- Isn't there another way? - Poor thing, she's scared of the stage.

No, man. No fucking way. You're going too far.

- That's why I liked you, Suge Knight. - My ass, man.

Fuck it, man.

Dr. Mendieta, would you want to marry me?

Dr. Mendieta! You're under arrest for the murder of Consuelo.

I told you not now, Pérez.

Sergeant, please. I've been here all week

trying to file a missing persons report, but they say I need your signature.

- Please... - Who let you in? I'm calling security.

Ugly's my only son, I'm desperate.

Goddammit.

Let's see, name of the missing person.

It's...

Ulises Genaro López Ibarra.

López, López...

No, this isn't him. There are so many López, right?

I don't think it's here.

Give me a minute.

Hello?

Hey, I didn't recognize your voice.

I can tell you were in a deep sleep.

Which ones?

From the woman out there? They're really good, right?

Man, don't be an idiot. Listen, help me out.

- Bring up the missing persons file. - Sergeant...

It's him.

You know what?

You can't really make out the date of birth, look.

With these stains they're going to send it back.

Let me order a new copy and then I'll sign all the documents.

You'll have to wait till Monday. Requisitions office is closed already.

But it's only one o'clock, Sergeant.

Right.

So, what? Nothing?

Well, nothing. I already told you, sir, nothing.

Look, I'm here at your service and whatever you need,

but I need more information to know where to look.

You tell me this after week, dammit.

Look, this is like... like a letter to Santa Clause, okay?

Like, I need you to bring me cellphone receipts.

That way I can triangulate the calls and then I'll deliver to you.

It's my mom, again. What the fuck, bro?

Don't be an asshole, man. That's how mothers are.

Exactly. At least your mom still worries about you.

Yeah bro, but get off my back. We aren't ten anymore, right?

This thing is badass, bro.

Fucking portrait, it works miracles.

What's up with that? Do you really believe or is it just for show?

Hell yeah. You don't believe in anything or what?

I mean, I respect it and all,

but I don't believe in that type of shit.

Well, depends. I do believe in ghosts, man.

Come on, man. Those things really exist.

For real, for real. Really, yeah, yeah.

Like the when the dead rise up, man.

And they get into your nightmares, bro.

- It's fucked up, man. - Here, we believe in things, Data.

You don't have the need to believe in anything.

But here in the hood, you pray to everything.

To the virgin, to Tupac, to mycelium, to Mohammad, to Yeezus.

Whatever you can.

No, bro. I prefer not to be a slave to anything.

What? You're a slave to the microwave, bro.

That's right.

Son of a bitch!

Go fuck yourself, asshole.

Fuck off, man.

Your man is quite a character.

That asshole isn't my man.

Whatever. He's been here for two days, and honestly,

I don't think he can take another. I've seen this film too many times.

- That's his problem. - Yes and no.

You're here for a reason. He clearly needs someone.

That guy is lonelier than Nachito. And, look, that guy is a good customer.

Those guys either get killed or they kill themselves. My change.

I don't think you should reject what Data was saying.

That chick doesn't give ideas for no reason.

Dude, you know my issue isn't with her. She works well.

I don't get a good vibe from the others. They just aren't trustworthy.

You have to see the balls it took for her to propose it to us.

Besides, I don't think you're seeing the potential this has.

Imagine putting out a video where the artist is missing.

Produced by Flex, designed by Data.

Imagine that shit.

Okay, then.

Tell Data to bring us what she has.

I saw you talking to the commander.

That's right. Commander Rojas is my client.

I know that you...

that Erasmo, my son's friend, worked for your company.

I don't want something like that to happen to me or my family.

I need to find him.

I can help you, Esther.

But I need for you to trust me.

I also need more information.

I need his cellphone receipts.

You brought them?

Leave it to me.

By tomorrow we should have some information.

Don't worry.

Ugly is a good kid.

I want no harm to him.

What's up, fuckers? What do you guys want?

What's your problem?

Get the fuck out of here. You think you're scaring me?

- You'll do me a favor. - What the fuck? This sucks.

He's gonna kick your ass.

Hello, good afternoon. I'm Data.

Who are they?

Eliel.

Don.

The King.

He woke up beneath the wings of death

That man's arms that squeeze you tight

His soul is still beating He doesn't feel his heart

He woke up beneath the wings of death

Fly, fly, fly

Little angel, fly

I don't have many hours of life left

Since you departed

Little angel, fly Little angel, fly

I don't have many hours of life left

Since you departed, little angel...

Thank you.

That's my creative director, dammit!

Fly little angel...

Shut up, man.

No way, Data, bro. That shit was amazing.

Hold this.

- I like your braids, dog. - Thanks, man.

Come on, fucking Flex.

You can't live like this, bro.

We can't let this shit die like this.

For real, I need you guys a bunch.

Damn dude, I've never seen you cry.

I've had some fucked up days, Flex.

I swear I want to get clean, man.

I want to get clean, but this shit is too hard.

I need fucking Data, man, and I need you, dumbass.

Don't tell me that you don't need us, man.

Look how you are, bro.

Fucking worthless, living in your filthy car.

You're throwing away that incredible talent you have, idiot.

Dude, I feel like Ugly is a corpse already, man.

Data says she doesn't, but I think this thing is already fucked.

Just like Trojans.

Nobody knows what's going on with fucking Ugly.

But we do know about us, man.

And here we are, right, dog? Together, man.

Hell yeah.

You smell like ass.

Can I use your shower?

You don't have a problem with my things.

Obviously not.

Fucking Bubble. You did it again.

That's life.

Before going to jail, I just need to know one thing.

What's your name?

- Roberta. - Roberta.

- Hello? - Good evening, Esther.

I have some news. Your son's bulletin came out.

Turn to channel 5.

Thank you.

Really, thank you.

That's what we're here for.

Thanks for the favor, my man.

I told you, I'm at your service.

There's all the information we found on that guy.

Now, we're going to get that fucking rat son of a damn bitch.

Ready?

Hold up, hold up, hold up, thing got Ugly.

This is Ugly Crew.

IO...

I wanted to apologize

and thank you for the opportunity to be...

Don't say anything. Shut my mouth and show me.

You can toast with something else. I don't have a problem. Don't worry.

What do you mean, man? I toast with water. Cheers.

Well, we did it, fuckers.

There's going to be a single of Ugly singing.

Video and all.

See how fucking productive we are when that guy isn't around?

And when you're sober, bro.

- Fuck off, man. - Just kidding.

Fucking Flex.

Well, wherever Ugly is, I hope he's okay.

Right on, Bubble. Keep it up, bro.

Yeah, man. That shit was just holding you back.

That's great. Yeah, for sure.

We're here, bro. If you need anything, let me know.

Peace.

What'll you have?

I want two with potato and...

I don't know.

And one with pork, yeah. But, like to share. Thank you.

Dude...

No fucking way.

- Data, we fucking did it! - It's so fucking cool!

No fucking way!

No way.

- You did that? It's really cool. - Thanks.

I like the song.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

So, what? Are we doing your documentary like Kanye?

Hell yeah. Let's do it.

When is the new record coming out?

Ask something else. Something better. What kind of question is that?

Did you wipe your ass well?

Come on, Flex. Don't be a dick.

Be serious, guys.

Alright.

What about you, stinky? You want some?

What?

Hey, Ugly! Over here, man. Where did you go?

Far away from here. Fuck it.

Are we doing your documentary like Kanye?

What's up Kanye? When's the new record coming out?

Did you wipe your ass well?

Come on, Flex. Don't be a dick.

Be serious, guys.

Ulises. Ulises!

Sorry, I was out of it.

No worries. Help me take out the trash.

Thinking again about the end

And I'd like to take a bottle of Advil

And forget

What loving is

Thinking again about the end

Looking for a way

Haven't been able to escape yet

But I really want to

I'm only honest sometimes

Here I am But don't know for how long

The truth confuses us

The truth is not what it seems

I wake up again And want something from life