VGLY (Vgly)

As everyone knows, all women want to do

is get married and have children.

That's why we're so excited to celebrate this great achievement and we want to...

Celebrate this beautiful union before God.

-I never imagined this. -Thank you, honey. Thank you.

We made this video to invite you to our beautiful wedding.

A lovely celebration before God.

-Please, don't miss it. -Don't miss it.

Don't miss it.

What an embarrassment this guy.

Well, you're family, Antonia.

So you have to go.

That fact that you fucked Leland for ten years

doesn't make us family.

Then do it for the company.

All of this pays for your disasters.

Yes, ma'am.

By the way, I found out

that you were flirting with Vgly all day.

How many more, Antonia?

Vgly and I are friends.

-And I still suck my thumb. -You suck Leland's, Mom.

Bye, Mommy.

I know they want to see me fall

Raise the bass, bro. I need the bass levels to be fire.

-This button. -Right.

No, raise the bass! What part don't you understand?

What the fuck, bro? I'm not Flex. Gimme a break.

Yeah, have patience. He doesn't know.

We have new dates. I'll send you the contracts.

We reserved the studios. Give us a chance, kids.

Yes, darling, time's up.

We still have to finish the choruses, bro.

-Get settled in. -Yeah, yeah.

Check those bass levels.

Vgly, let's go.

-Capo, how are you? -Fine, and you?

-Recording something new? -Yeah, always grinding.

What then? Black Sheep or...

You have to make up with fucking Flex, bro.

Me? Tell him that he...

We have to be united and strong for Ceviches's trial.

Tell him. Tell him.

Come on, he's the one that knows how to work this.

Fucking asshole, running us out like that.

It's no biggie, bro. Relax.

Bro, your blood sugar is going to rise. Just talk to him and that is that.

I'll be brief. As you already know,

Santi's wedding to Leland White's daughter is coming up.

And Fierro Viejo is going to sing the love song you wrote.

No shit! That's the bomb!

You sent me everything by email, so we can set it all up?

You think I could maybe sing the choruses from the back,

spit some bars...

Darling...

You got your check, right?

That's what being a ghostwriter is.

It be nice to at least see "written by Vgly," in fine print.

I have an idea.

I'll get you invites to the wedding.

So besides enjoying the show live, you'll be with the Caos family.

You'll get to meet the industry's heavy hitters.

Very well...

By the way, Vgly.

Stay away from my daughter.

-Do you understand? -Yes.

But what...

What the fuck?

We need to do collabs with Caos artists

and now it turns out that they all hate my ass.

You asked for it too.

Everyone knows that Fierro Viejo and Capo can't stand each other

and you try to reconcile them. Come on!

They don't have to be your friends to do a collab.

"They don't have to be your friends..." Gimme a break, bitch.

If you can make friends so can I, right?

I saw you kissing Capo's ass for some crumbs.

Shut the fuck up. I'm not in this for you.

I'm doing it for the others. You never gave a shit.

Stop it!

-It's the truth, isn't it? -Fuck you!

Come on, guys. Stop it!

Remember what it says in Timothy 2:23

about fighting with your crew. Stop already.

Caos artists have to respect us if we're going to work together

and gain their trust. How will we do that?

The fucking wedding.

In that wedding we will all see

who is really into the task.

All right?

-Isn't it "up to the task?" -Same shit.

-What's your problem? -What do you mean?

You haven't answered my calls in days

and haven't come to see me.

I was in the studio with El Capo. We're working on some fire shit.

What?

Nothing.

You spend three days with me and the rest with Capo.

We have chemistry and we're working in the studio.

Not like fucking Vgly telling me to fuck off.

He's such a pain.

About that... Make peace with him.

-Fuck that. -You're affecting all of us.

-Me? -And it sucks.

Gimme a break.

There he is. You look amazing.

See you in a minute.

Here comes trouble.

-Luciana! -Hi!

-It's been so long! -Leland!

Darling.

-Hi. -Well...

You grew up.

What is it?

No, nothing.

Come on, what is it?

-I just need five minutes. -Business here?

Just five minutes, I promise.

Maybe later, okay?

Marina will serve you a drink.

Just go ahead, sit back,

relax and enjoy.

-Who are you? -The Gómez family.

Good evening. Bubble Gómez, manager for Vgly and his crew.

Cool, right?

Bubble. Bubble!

Why didn't they seat us with the important people

if we came to build relations?

This is the VIP table, bro.

There's the bathroom, man.

Stop. I'm not your doll.

Tri, would you come with me to mingle and talk to the band?

Just so you calm down.

-And if it makes you happy. -Come on.

Fuck yeah, it's the bomb.

Kickass party, right, babe?

Yeah, babe. Kickass.

What's wrong, gorgeous?

Nothing, babe.

By the way, bro, before you get shitfaced,

the Ceviches trial is coming up

and he seems all unfocused.

-Help him out, man. -Me?

You're the one that's always riling him up,

instead of helping him with the Ceviches thing.

What's up?

How are you?

-Fine. -Hi.

-This is Vgly, my boyfriend. -What's up, bro?

I don't mean to be inappropriate, but I'm working on my album

and it would be the shit if you'd be part of it.

-It's called Back to Life. -Back to what?

Back to Life.

That's kind of a shitty name.

-You think? -Yeah.

Wait. Aren't you the guy who caused that whole shit show

between Capo and Fierro Viejo?

Yeah, bro.

Do they pay you to fuck up?

No, bro.

Those are just things that happen.

Tonight's bride and groom!

Let's give them a big hand!

Come on, let's go.

Fucking shit, there's Capo.

So what, Flex? Who cares about Capo? Is he brainwashing you?

No way. Sorry.

Let's have a good time.

You and me. Okay?

Fucking posh wedding.

She looks great.

-I have to get this. -Go ahead.

Hello? What is it? I can't right now.

-Antonia! -What's up?

What the fuck did you tell your old lady about us?

What's with you, dude? Relax.

-Nothing. -Nothing?

Well, she threatened me.

Dude, chill out.

I told her we're friends.

That's okay.

We're friends.

Yes, we are, right?

-Or... -Yeah.

You want to say something else?

Yeah. Keep me out of your trip, out of your shit.

We aren't all as fortunate as you.

So then you don't care if I tell Triana everything?

-You can't do that? -Tri!

What the fuck?

Tri!

-Kiss me. -What?

-Please. -You're crazy.

-Sorry. Really, I'm sorry. -Don't start. You're crazy.

Fuck yeah.

I want our wedding to be like this.

Better believe it.

What is it, babe?

Nothing, babe.

I'm good.