The band then takes us into the tender ballad: "Yo me paso las noches tomado / Quierendo olvidar / su recuerdo / buena aquella noche maldita…" Meanwhile, Vega asks the zonked-out looking bartender, "Conoces esta muchacha?" Or for those playing along on the solamente-ingles version, the guy was singing, "I spend the nights taken / because I want to forget the memory / of that damn good night…" And Vega was asking the bartender, "Hey! You know this girl?" At least, I hope that's what everyone was saying, or my translation skills are rustier than I thought. The bartender replies that it's Carla. Nicky's all, "Are you sure it's not Veronica?" And the bartender replies that she may well be Veronica, but she done told him her name was Carla. Only not nearly so colloquially as the above exchange would imply. Anyway, we learn that Veronica did hang out at the bar a lot. Nicky turns his attention back to the stage in time to hear, "…Se que por ser poderoso / que mi vida mas pasaria…" or something along the lines of "That's being powerful / that my life more has happened…" Nicky asks if Veronica was palling around with the band, and the bartender's all, "If by 'palling around,' you mean 'montando al cantante de plomo tenga gusto de un toro del rodeo,' then yes, they were friends." He also points out that Extremo is the bestest hardcore mariachi band ever, and invites the guys to take a listen.

They do, just in time to hear, "Yo soy malo / y no puedo negar / Que desde me acuerdo no he sido / La vieja resulta mentirosa." Or, if you're me: "I am bad / and I cannot deny / that's for me to decide that I've been / the old girl's a liar." Vega provides another off-the-cuff translation of the song, which ends on the upbeat lyrics: "She stole my heart. So I stole her life." Too bad he was talking through the song, so all I got out of it was "but however, I took her life." Nicky watches the lead singer of Extremo sing something along the lines of, "I made a snake eat a snake." Well, there you go. We're in for a sensational trial where someone claims hostile mariachi music drove them to kill.

After the commercials, Extremo is busy filing toward the back of the bar. As Nicky and Vega stop the main singer, he gives them a shiny plastic smile and says, "Leave your card, and I'll send you an autographed picture, huh?" Nicky gives a tight smile and a laugh that indicates how unfunny he thinks the little gibe was. As Nicky goes to follow the guy, a second man who bears an uncanny resemblance to a retaining wall stops him with, "I'm their manager. You got something you want to ask the band, you ask me first."