01x11 - Narcisista como Playboi Carti

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I borrowed from Ceviches.

- Go f*ck yourself.
- No, man.

We're sh*t to you, bro.

- This is too f*cked 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 sh*t 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 sh*t.

They told me you
were hanging with Ceviches, dog.

- Living the thug life and all that sh*t.
- 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.

f*cking Jorge.
Did you rat me out again, f*ck?

Relax, dog.

f*cking Ugly.

No way. You're with Ceviches, bro?

The things one will do
to not be alone in this f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking Ceviches, bro.

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

Turns out that as*h*le 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 sh*t was worth much more than
what that as*h*le Ceviches lent you.

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

I want to get out of this sh*t,

keep on working on our music,
with the crew.

No way, bro.

Little f*cking Jorge,
that son of a b*tch, man.

Well done, f*cking Ugly, bro.
Hell yeah, man.

I mean, now the f*cking 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 f*cked up.

f*cked 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 sh*t is done. I don't want
to break through without my crew.

Everything we built
is worth sh*t 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 f*ck?

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 f*cking rat
piece of sh*t that I am.

And I would break your heart
into a thousand f*cking 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 f*ck? 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 f*cking 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, f*ck!
I don't know how much!

f*ck off! How much is love worth, bro?

I see that, to you,
friendship is worth jack sh*t.

So what's the deal?

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

I'm going to bury that sh*t.

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!

sh*t, Ugly! Run, bro.

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

Stop f*cking 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 f*ck up, man!
Who do you think you're f*cking 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 sh*thole, it was you.

And now what, bro?

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

Get the f*ck out of here, man.

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

I said get the f*ck 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 k*ll 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 a*s 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 g*n at us, high as kite.

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

Some f*cking pact with the Devil.
He was f*cking 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 f*cked up.

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

f*cking Judith. Damn b*tch, man.

The Ugly Crew told me to f*ck off.

There are still people who believe in you.

You have that f*cking 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 f*cking kid
is very slippery.

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

That seems strange.

But okay, sh*t 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 b*tches!

They leave no choice, these f*ck.

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

Go, m*therf*ckers!

f*cking fat boy,
you get taken for an idiot

and you think we're all like you, f*gg*t.

Clean this sh*t 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 f*cked. 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 f*cking easy, right?

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

Where's your f*cking loyalty, Paulina?

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

This sh*t 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 f*cking wasted.

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

You guys are
the f*cking culture, right man?

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

f*ck this, man.

These guys f*cking suck.

Sorry.

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

That means sh*t 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 sh*t separated.

I did it move this project along.

I didn't know this sh*t
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 a*s,
I'll get us out of this. Hell yeah.

You hear yourself?
You're a f*cking narcissist, bro.

If not for the ego and the f*cking hustle

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

Maybe not, man.
But that doesn't mean sh*t.

You made us your f*cking 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t, Ugly.

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

You should've thought about it
before f*cking up.

Look where that as*h*le 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.

f*cking 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 sh*t, Clau.

Then don't touch anything.

Bye, Ugly.