Delia walks through a curiously poorly lit office toward her desk. She cheerfully greets a co-worker with a smile, but he ignores her. The Jangly Guitar of This Is Clearly a Dr.eam Sequence sings deliciously in the background. Delia trudges through the office over to her completely empty desk. "Hey, who took all my stuff?" she calls. Everyone ignores her. What a sad dream. Last night, I dreamed that I was dating Michael Vartan and we were going to Hawaii together. Now, that's the kind of dream sequence I'd like to see in a show that I recap! Delia looks around nervously, like she's waiting for a guy in a clown nose to come in and steal her shoes while her teeth crumble to pieces and fall out of her mouth. Wait, that's also my dream. Anyway. She's looking around when Rafael "Partner Killer" Chappa steps out of the elevator, holding a bloody box. Well, this isn't going to be good. "Hey, it's him!" Delia yells. "Get him! Get him!" Rafael dances over to her menacingly. "Delia, mi reina, mi reina, mi amor," he coos. "I have a present for you," he says. Delia looks around and, seeing no help whatsoever, draws her gun and tells Rafael that he's not getting out of there alive. "That's not going to work, mi amor. No, no. All the people here, they know that you screwed up," Rafael tells her. Delia doesn't blink an eye, but fires three times. The bullets just fall out of her gun and onto the table. "Don't you want to see what's inside?" Rafael asks, gesturing to the box. "I want you to die for what you did," Delia yells. Rafael sets the bloody box on her desk and pulls out his gun. He points it at her, screams a few words in Spanish, and then shoves the box into her lap, creating a long, bloody smear across her empty desk. Delia screams...
...and then wakes up in her own bed, heaving a giant sigh.
After the credits, we open in Chiang Mai, Thailand. A loud, obnoxious throng watches as two guys kick-box in an outdoor ring. This show did need a little kick-boxing. Miguel sits in a fancy-schmancy box overlooking the ring, to the Evil Asian Dentist Guy from Alias. Oh my God, dude! That guy is nuts! He's evil and nuts! He'll rip your teeth out with rusty metal implements of torture! Run, Miguel! Run! Phew. Okay. It's just that I'm really scared of Evil Asian Dentist Guy. Of course, here, presumably, he's not an agent of torture, but just a mean, crazy drug dealer. At least he has a name, according to the closed captioning: Khun Chao. "Have you ever seen Muay Thai before, Miguel?" he asks. Miguel shakes his head. Chao explains that the fighters "look into each other. Into the inner man. Those boxers know which one is going to win." Okay, I don't care if he isn't officially an agent of torture: this guy plays Menacing Psychotic Creep really, really well. "I know which one is going to win," Chao says. Miguel just looks down at the fighters. Chao informs him that he's considered Miguel's proposal, but he has one concern. "What if my merchandise reaches Mazatlan successfully, but your merchandise is intercepted at sea?" he asks. Miguel smiles and explains that the U.S. Navy has no interest in ships moving between Mexico and Asia. "That is the beauty of the deal," he says. Chao suggests that Miguel send his shipment first. Miguel just screws up his face in response. "Maybe we can work out a cash figure to be paid, in case either of our shipments is lost in transit," he offers. "Miguel, we don't want each other's money," Chao tells him. "You want my heroin. I want your cocaine." They stare at each other for one long moment. "I can't speak for my partner," Miguel finally says. Chao sniffs that Miguel ought to consult with his partner and give the idea some serious consideration.
Juarez. The red house. "I don't think El Lomo's going to go for it," Chato says as he and Miguel walk into Miguel's office. Miguel snarks that he'll explain it to him slowly. Chato growls that Miguel needs to explain it to him. "We're supposed to trust some pinche chino?" he asks. A maid in a full-on French maid's uniform waltzes past Chato, and he throws her the obligatory sex eye. While Chato puts his eyeballs back in his skull, Miguel's secretary rings him on the intercom and tells him that "Don Zambrono" is there to see him. Miguel rolls his eyes. "Don't worry. I'll back you up," Chato promises. But there's no close-talking or sex eye between the brothers here. How sad to see that they've ironed out the weird incest vibe already.
A younger woman opens the office door to usher in the aforementioned Zambrono: a tall, portly guy in a black cowboy hat walking a dog. He slaps the woman on the ass as she leaves the room. That is so inappropriate! Zambrono and Miguel embrace. Behind them, Chato heads for the bar. "What's with the dog?" Miguel wonders. "Pepino?" Zambrono asks, and explains that he goes everywhere with the pooch. He sits on the sofa and starts digging into a large platter of chips, salsa, and guacamole sitting on the coffee table. Hmm, chips and salsa. "Well, don't let him piss on the carpet. Same goes for you, too," Miguel says, taking a seat. "You're funny," Zambrono says, not very convincingly. Miguel tells Zambrono that Chao wants them to send their half of the goods first. "For the initial shipment, I think we should do it," he adds, mildly. "Is your brother crazy?" Zambrono asks Chato. Chato shrugs languidly. Miguel explains that Chao won't cheat them: he wants their drugs. Zambrono wants to know why they should trust Chao if Chao can't trust them. Chato hands out tequila and explains that they can sell Chao's china white for $100,000 a kilo, up in the United States. "That's twenty million dollars this shipment alone," Miguel explains. Chato thinks it's worth the risk. Zambrono considers this, and finally asks Miguel to tell him something. "And don't lie to me," he says. Miguel just raises a brow. "When you were Thailand, did you eat dog meat?" Zambrono asks. "What?" Miguel asks. Chato just rolls his eyes. "Does he or does he not eat dog meat?" Zambrono repeats. Miguel decides not to dignify this with a response. "Are you putting me in business with some dog-eating Chinamen?" Zambrono asks. Miguel just rolls his eyes and points out that this is a wonderful opportunity to take their business to the global level. He's going to bring Chao to Mexico, he says, and invites Zambrono to stay in "the hotel, as [Miguel's] guest." Oh! It's a hotel! That explains so much! Anyway, Zambrono agrees to this, and finally says that he'll meet with Chao.
Miguel shows Zambrono out, and runs into Lupita in the foyer. She tells him that they need to talk. She's wearing a crazy outfit: a head scarf and a leather catsuit and, like, three belts. It's nuts. "You should have called first," Miguel tells her shortly. "It will only take a few minutes," she insists. Chato leans in and tells his brother that he'll take care of Zambrono. Miguel gives Lupita a dirty look, and brings her into the office. She tells him that he really needs her to advise him on how best to run La Corporacion. He doesn't really respond to this, but just fiddles with some stuff on his desk. "You're planning a very big deal," she intones, "but this deal will end very badly, unless you take this with you at all times. "She holds up a necklace with three coins hanging from the chain. Miguel scoffs. "I had a vision about it. You will lose three times what you put in unless you carry this," Lupita tells him. "I appreciate the thought," Miguel tells her shortly. "She's crazier than a shithouse rat!" his Mole chimes in. "Do not feed the foreign man," Lupita continues. "Do not feed the foreign man. Okay, I got it," Miguel responds, barely disguising the disgust in his voice. "Also, I saw a smiling face in the sky. The face is smiling, but it means danger to you," Lupita says. Dude, where's Manny? Off eating some poor slob's heart, probably. "Enough," Miguel cuts her off. "Whatever game you want to play, I'm not playing it with you. Go back to Sonora. Be with your husband." Lupita gives him a long look, and then stomps off. Miguel shakes his head.
On the other side of the border, Dr. Benben signs some papers. "Well, this was a long hard road, but I'm glad we can both just get on with our lives now," he says, looking across the coffee table at Sean Young (!) and a red-headed woman (who played a lawyer on The Wire). "I am not signing that," Sean Young drawls. Red, Esquire asks Dr. Benben if he went to the racetrack the night before. Sean Young lights a cigarette and raises a brow. Dr. Benben's lawyer -- let's call him Baldy -- yelps that they've given Sean Young everything she's asked for! "How much did you wager last night? $30,000? That sound about right?" Red, Esquire drawls. Dr. Benben yelps, as if in pain, and wonders if they've hired a private detective to stalk him or something. "I am not hiding money from you," he tells Sean Young. "Why won't you sign the damn papers?" Red, Esquire explains that Sean Young is worried that her 50% of the surgical practice will "be rendered valueless if [he] continues gambling like a bastard." Poor Dr. Benben. He really just can't win. Of course, what do you expect when you marry Sean Young? He sputters that she's just dragging this out to torture him. Red, Esquire explains that the divorce proceedings can end today, if Dr. Benben will just hand over a cash payment of $2 million dollars. Baldy whistles in appreciation of Red, Esquire's balls. "Where am I supposed to get that?" Dr. Benben asks. "You shouldn't be surprised. I talked to Diana. She told me what you said to Alan," Sean Young announces primly. Dr. Benben has no idea what she's talking about. "'F.C.'?" she asks. "'That Lorelei, she's such an F.C.'?" Dr. Benben has no idea how to interpret this. Eventually, Baldy has to lean over and translate. (I presume F.C stands for "fucking cunt.") Dr. Benben makes an appalled face. "I never called you that. I swear. I never used that word about you," he sputters. "Diana told me," Lorelei sniffs. "Diana is a LYING BITCH!" Dr. Benben yells. Hee hee. "No, no I never called you that," he says quickly. "If you want to get out of this marriage, you will find a quick way to pay me two million bucks. And then you will see this F.C. get on with her life, with bells on," Lorelei tells him. Red, Esquire gives Lorelei this hilariously outdated "you go, girl!" look as Lorelei stands up and stalks away from the table.
El Paso. Delia is welcomed back to the DEA with considerably more enthusiasm than in her dream. She chats with her co-workers a bit. One of them drops the tidbit that Rafael Chappa has fled to South American. She's asking if the Mexican government is helping with the investigation when she's called into her boss's office.
Delia's boss is bald, with glasses, and furious. Let's call him Skinner. As soon as Delia walks in, Skinner yells that he's been doing his best to get her fired, but he can't seem to get it done. "I've been there," the Mulder action figure mutters. "The State department wants to sweep this whole thing under the carpet," Skinner grouses. And so he's having her transferred to Houston. Delia sniffs that she can't move to Houston. Her family is here. So is her horse! "Your horse? Flores, if you want to resign, then do so. I'm done thinking about you!" He waves her out of the room. Delia just looks very sad and leaves the office. ["Seriously, though: her horse?" -- Wing Chun]
Miguel's house. Marlene wakes up Joey, who's been sleeping with his stuffed tiger. She notices that he's wet the bed. "Hey, what happened?" she asks gently. Joey puts the covers over his head. Marlene pulls them down, nicely. He covers his little face. Poor baby. "Do you remember having to go to the bathroom last night?" she asks. "No," Joey says. She smiles down at him. "Well, let's get you cleaned up," she says, tousling his hair. He smiles at her. "It was an accident," he tells her. "Baby, I know," Marlene says. Joey plaintively asks her not to tell Miguel. "I won't," Marlene promises him. She notices a picture on his bedside table. "Who is this you drew?" she asks. "Tia Lupita," Joey tells her. Marlene asks him why. "I was just drawing," he chirps. "It's good," Marlene tells him. "Now, go get ready." He scampers off to the bathroom and she gives the picture a very dirty look at sets it down, right in the pee. Nice touch.
Miguel walks into Zambrono's hotel room. "Wild night last night, Mi Lomo?" he asks. "Does it show?" Zambrono asks. "Girl treat you right?" Miguel wonders, as a hooker scampers into the other room. Zambrono chuckles and tells him that he runs a very nice hotel. Hookers plus blow equals a fine lodging establishment! After a moment, Miguel takes a seat and tries to give Zambrono a lesson in cross-cultural business ethics. Zambrono sits opposite him. He's wearing only a t-shirt, boxers, and a pair of boots, which he sets on the coffee table with a thunk. Good luck with that etiquette lesson, Miguel. Miguel tells him to not to wear black to their meeting with Chao, not to show him the bottom of his feet, and, above all else, not to touch him on the head. "Now you're going too far, Miguel. Because whenever I see a Chinese guy, the first thing I want to do is touch his head," Zambrono snarks. That makes two of us, my friend. "I hope you'll agree that what is important is making the deal," Miguel tells him carefully. Zambrono gets up and gargles with some beer. He spits into the ice bucket. Classy! "I just hope he doesn't lick his lips when he sees Pepino," he muses. Miguel tells him quite strongly not to bring the dog to the meeting. Zambrono whines that he brings the dog everywhere. Miguel tells him very firmly to remember how much money they've got riding on this meeting. "Why did we go into business with this chucklehead?" his Mole asks.
Dr. Benben and Baldy. Baldy advises him to ease off on the gambling. "No way am I going to be able to raise two million dollars," Dr. Benben muses. "Did you go back to the track last night?" Baldy asks. "Did you lose $12,500?" Apparently, for $200, the betting manager at Dr. Benben's racetrack will tell anyone anything about anyone. "I think this is for the best?" Baldy says. He's one of those guys who sound like he's asking a question every time he makes a statement. "Because I think you have some issues? That need to be dealt with?" Dr. Benben still can't believe that his buddy Nick at the Track sold him out. "Are you hearing me here, Woody?" Baldy asks. Dr. Benben groans that he can't believe Nick is going to cost him $2 million.
Chao and Zambrono meet in Miguel's office. Zambrono complains that he doesn't understand why this is a "two for one" deal. Miguel wonders why they can't just be social for once, and hands everyone a shot of tequila. "I don't understand why we have to put up two kilos of our merca for every single one of yours," Zambrono continues. Chao's all, what's your problem? He turns to Miguel and asks him to explain a few things to his friend. "No, no, you talk to me!" Zambrono interrupts. "I ask the questions! I'm not his friend, I'm his partner." Chao and Miguel exchange perturbed glances. "I have the ships, I have the ports," Zambrono continues. Miguel jumps in and offers to show Chao Mexico's sights. "You're a gracious host, Miguel. I would very much like to see a Mexican cock fight," Chao tells him. I know there's a Chato joke in there, somewhere. Zambrono cuts in and suggests they see a dog fight. "I saw some very wonderful dog fights in Afghanistan recently. The animals tore each other to pieces," Chao retorts cheerfully. "Let's do it," Miguel says. Everyone stands up to get ready to go, and Zambrono starts waxing poetic about all the wonderful Mexican food they can sample during Chao's visit. Chao politely declines. He's brought his own food, he says, because he doesn't want to get diarrhea. Everyone shoots guarded looks at each other, and then Zambrono goes crazy, yelling and heaving and huffing and puffing and he reaches over and gives Chao a noogie! Everyone draws his gun -- Chato and Miguel, their bodyguards, even the guy with the fez in the background. Who is that guy with the fez? "Be calm," Miguel says, and then tells Zambrono very forcefully to leave the office. "Walk away," he yells. And thus, the situation is diffused. Chao looks like he's about ready to pull out some of his dental instruments of torture. If that happens, I am out!
Over to Junie's house. He's talking on the phone while his Grandma watches a high-speed chase on television. He sings that he's going out. "Hook up with some friends," he tells her. She tells him not to go and be out all night. He just leans in and kisses her and heads out with his skateboard.
Junie gets off a bus and goes to a pay phone located across from a divey-looking bar. He puts on some gloves and makes a call. "You robbed the wrong people, dog. You gotta pay the price," he announces. The guy on the other end is all, "Who is this?" Junie explains that he's right outside the bar, at a pay phone. "You think you the baddest dude in Houston, but you're wrong about that. Come on out," Junie says. "Bring your boys wit' ya. Let me see how bad you is, for real!" The guy on the phone is all, "So....wait. You want me to come outside?" "Damn straight," June tells him. "So come on out, you punk-ass bitch." With this, Junie puts the phone down and sneaks away toward the alley. Someone peeks out of the bar's double doors.
Shortly thereafter, some guys creep around back of the bar and get into their car, looking scared. They start the car...and Junie slides out from underneath it, on his skateboard. He leaps in front of the car and shoots them all up, gangsta-style.
Over to the Roll X Records studio, where Truck compliments Junie on his bad-ass assassination by giving him a Mercedes. Yeah, his grandma won't suspect anything when he drives up in that. "You do good by me, I do good by you," Truck says, handing Junie the keys. "For real, Truck, this is nice," Junie breathes. I think he's in shock. Truck giggles and pats him on the back and asks him to go around the corner and fetch him a steak sandwich. "Man, I'll get you three steak sandwiches," Junie tells him. "All right, baby boy," Truck says. At this moment, Dr. Benben pulls up in his red Ferrari, and leaps out. Truck hugs him very enthusiastically. Truck is a very charming and well-adjusted drug lord. Dr. Benben explains that he needs a small favor. "Whatever you need, Doc. You changed my life. You just name it," Truck tells him cheerfully. Dr. Benben wants to borrow Junie, he says. Truck nods and tells Junie to do whatever Dr. Benben wants. And, with about six "a'ight"s, Truck takes off. Dr. Benben leans inside the Benz to talk to Junie. Junie's trying out the windshield wipers, and wiper fluid gets all over Dr. Benben's face. He looks put-upon, wipes it off, and asks Junie how he's doing. Junie makes some non-specific happy noises. "I need you to beat somebody up. I'll pay you a thousand dollars. You know where racetrack is?" Dr. Benben asks. Junie leans the driver's seat as far back as it can possibly go. "Who do I got to beat up?" he asks. "Me," Dr. Benben tells him. At this, Junie gets out of the car. "Where are you going?" Dr. Benben asks. "To get a steak sandwich," Junie tells him.
Dr. Benben walks down the street with him, explaining that he needs to stage a mugging so he can sue the racetrack. "You want me to beat your ass?" Junie asks. Dr. Benben nods. "But don't break anything. Particularly my nose, or my jaw," he instructs. "Hell no. This doesn't even sound right," Junie says. Dr. Benben promises that Junie's not going to get in any trouble, and offers him $2000. Junie thinks about it. "Don't you make enough money?" Junie asks. "You mean, as a surgeon?" Dr. Benben asks. "No, I mean the other thing," Junie says." I don't do the other thing anymore," Dr. Benben admits. Junie looks around and shrugs. "A'ight. I'll whup you ass," he says, and holds his fist out. Dr. Benben ducks, as though he thinks Junie is going to administer the beatdown now, then realizes what Junie wants, and hits the proffered hand with his own fist.
Hotel. Miguel enters Zambrono's room. They work out a deal: Miguel will buy out Zambrono's partnership, paying him $2.5 million in exchange for being allowed to work out of his port at Mazatlan. And so Zambrono takes his dog and leaves.
Back at the Cadena house, Joey is drawing another picture. Joaquin -- the guy with the muscles from Tuesday's episode -- jumps on the bed to him. I think Joaquin might be Joey's nanny? I don't know. Anyway, he asks Joey about the picture he's drawing. It's a picture of Miguel, standing on the deck of a sunken ship. Joaquin observes that Miguel looks like he needs some help. "He'll be all right. He's gonna swim away." Joey explains. Joaquin nods. So, is Joey prophetic or something now? He draws dead people?
Over to the docks, which seem entirely peopled by mean-looking guys with big guns. Chato and Miguel meet Zambrono, shaking hands and exchanging vague pleasantries. Chato and Zambrono discuss their payoff, as Miguel looks into the sky. A flag with a smiling face on it flies above one of the ships. Lupita's warning echoes in his head. As soon as he looks back at Zambrono, a tank comes rolling onto the docks. It's a raid! Everyone runs! Machine-gun fire is everywhere! Run! Run! Run, Chato, run! Protect your beautiful face! Did you hear me? Cover your face!
Miguel and his cronies escape the long arm of the law, Zambrono in tow. They eventually run into a warehouse, Miguel yelling at his erstwhile partner all the way. Chato waves his gun in Zambrono's face and asks him if he remembered to pay off the authorities. "I paid everybody!" Zambrono yelps, promising to get the Cadena's merca back as soon as possible. Chato sniffs, irritated, and suggests they get the hell out of there. "I swear this is not my doing," Zambrono yells, as they all run and run and run some more.
In Houston, Delia sets up housekeeping in the world's most depressing furnished apartment. This must be temporary housing, or she's not getting paid nearly enough at the DEA. She looks around sadly and puts a photo of her horse to the bed. Girl, you need to get out more.
The day, Delia's introduced to her new boss, a Mr. Doug Duffy. He immediately puts her to work transcribing wire taps. Poor Delia. Stuck at the desk job. All because her partner got shot and decapitated while she was on the job.
Miguel, Marlene and Chato confab back at the office. "El Lomo has to die," Chato announces. Miguel sighs that he'd like to give Zambrono a chance to make this all right. "He stole a ton and a half of our merca. He has to die," Chato announces. Marlene is surprised by this news, and yelps that she thought the deal was two for one. Miguel informs her that it "became three for one." Marlene looks pissed. "I thought the idea was that we would only risk 500 kilos," she tells him. "I know what the idea was, Marlene," Miguel snaps. "Let's focus on right now," Chato says, playing the marriage counselor. You know your relationship is on the rocks when Chato is the voice of reason. He still thinks they need to rustle up a posse and kill Zambrono. "Chato, that will lead to a blood bath," Miguel says. He still wants to see if Zambrono can get their drugs back before they make a move. "He stole it. Why would he want to give it back?" Chato points out.
Miguel's assistant rings him on the intercom. Lupita is there to see him. At this, Marlene rolls her eyes. "Mickey, you shouldn't have paid any attention to what she said to you," she says. "What does Lupita have to do with this?" Miguel asks. Marlene explains that he pushed this deal when he should have let it go. "And you pushed it because she told you it would turn out bad," Marlene explicates. They stare at each other. Miguel tells his assistant that he has no time for Lupita, but his nutball cousin shoves her way inside anyway. She waves the good-luck necklace at Miguel. "You have to take this! It's not too late!" she yelps at him. Miguel repeats that he doesn't need her good-luck charms. "You need me by your side, Miguel," she repeats, reminding him that her vision came to pass. "Hell, no," Marlene breathes. Chato tells his cousin that they don't need her. She looks frustrated. "One day, you will want to come back to me, Miguel," she announces. "I hope by then it's not too late." She gives them all the Patented Lupita Look of Death (Cousin to the Chato Sex Eye). "Get on your broomstick, and go." Marlene tells her. Lupita laughs. "Tell Joey not to be afraid," she says, tossing the necklace in the air, catching it, and stomping away.
Over at the racetrack, Dr. Benben places a bet, looking up at the security camera and then at his watch.
Junie goes out into the parking lot. "Give me your money, white man," Junie says, in a very deep voice. Dr. Benben jumps and whirls around. "Junie?" he asks. "Who did you think it was?" Junie asks. "Very funny," Dr. Benben says, and hands him a wad of cash. Junie pages through the money. "Don't count it now! This is supposed to be a mugging!" Dr. Benben yelps. "I've got to make sure it's all here," Junie says. "You think I'd shortchange you?" Dr. Benben asks. These two are quite the humorous pair. Junie finally puts the money away. "Okay, let's do this," Dr. Benben announces, and repeats his request that Junie "avoid the nose." So Junie hauls off and hits him right in the mouth. "Ow. Ow. OW!" Dr. Benben yells. Junie wrinkles his nose. "You never had your ass whupped before, have you?" he asks. Dr. Benben takes a deep breath. "Okay, good. Good, okay. One more," he says. And so Junie really clocks him. Dr. Benben goes down like a sack of potatoes. Junie looks around, a little concerned.
When Dr. Benben comes to, he's laid out in Junie's grandmother's recliner. His lip and eyelid are hugely swollen. "What happened?" he asks, weakly. "You got robbed. And my grandson found you laid out in the street," Grandma tells him. Dr. Benben looks up at Junie, who grins widely. "He figured I'd know what to do," Grandma continues, explaining that she's a retired nurse, and that she's called for an ambulance. Dr. Benben tries to tell her that he doesn't need one, and attempts, unsuccessfully, to sit up. "I can take him to the hospital, Grandma," Junie offers. "Well, good. I think you should," Grandma says. She asks Dr. Benben if he has any idea who did this to him. Junie looks innocently at the ceiling. "No. No, ma'am, I don't," Dr. Benben tells her. Grandma announces that it was a good thing that Junie found him. "Junie is a good boy. My Junie is a real good boy," Grandma brags. Behind her, Junie grins hugely. Dr. Benben just nods.
Elsewhere, Delia tries to sleep. It's really loud outside: music, people yelling, glass breaking, the whole deal. She rolls out of bed and looks out the window. A ton of people are hanging out on the sidewalk under her building, as another group is lined up in front of a warehouse across the street. She leans out the window and calls down to the people in front of her building, asking them all to shut up. "Why don't you come down here and make us, bee-yotch?" one of them retorts. "You don't want me to come down there," she yells. "Turn it off." They all roll their eyes and actually turn it up. Delia sighs. Oh, Delia. You need to move.
Later, Delia stands in the street in her bathrobe and talks to a uniformed police office. "What do you mean, 'after-hours club'? Why don't you shut it down?" she asks. The officer shrugs that the area has been zoned for twenty-four-hour use. Delia flashes her badge, and suggests that surely there are all kinds of drugs inside this so-called "after-hours club." The officer agrees, but reminds her that they don't have any evidence for a raid. They can't get an undercover agent in there. At this, a lightbulb goes on over Delia's head.
So, Delia goes ahead and tarts herself up and sweet-talks her way into the club. Inside, it looks just like the underground club that Brandon Walsh and Emily Valentine went to that time she slipped him Euphoria and his car got stolen. It may even be the same set. Aaron Spelling is nothing if not a fervent supporter of recycling.
Delia sits down on a sofa, right to a large table covered in every conceivable illegal drug. It's like a drug buffet. Truck watches her fiddle with her shoe for a moment before coming over and sitting to her. "You having fun yet?" he asks. Delia twitters that she is, and says she really likes the music. Truck modestly informs her that he picked it up the last time he was in South Africa. "Oh, wow, is this your club?" she asks, all wide-eyed. Truck confirms this, and asks who she knows, who got her in? She giggles. "I don't know anybody. My girlfriend gave the DJ a BJ to put our names on the list," she says. Ah, the cadence of that line! It's like Shakespeare. Truck leans in and wonders where her friend is now. "Last time I saw, she was outside, puking her guts out," Delia says. Truck laughs, and lets it drop that he's a "music producer." Delia twitters that she's a singer! "Have you ever been in a recording studio?" Truck asks. Delia bats her eyes and admits that she hasn't. Truck hands her a card and tells him to call him. "All right," she says. "You be good," Truck says, and gets up to go. "Okay, you too!" Delia tells him, and looks down at the card triumphantly.
Chun-CHUNG over to the DEA, where Delia tells Doug, Her New Asshole Boss, that she saw "a ton of coke" in this club, and that she can get back in whenever she wants! They're totally going to be able to shut it down! She smiles at him, thrilled! Doug, however, wants to know what the hell her problem is. He snaps that he doesn't tolerate freelancing, and that he'll have no more of her rogue DEA agent shenanigans! He packs her off to transcribe more wire taps. Say it with me: poor Delia.
The hotel. Miguel, looking pissed, calls Zambrono. "Did you find out what happened?" he spits. Zambrono's walking around his ranch in Tijuana, feeding his many, many dogs. "It's crazy. I can't find out who gave the orders," he lies. "I don't know what the hell is going on." Miguel snaps that Zambrono used to lie more effectively than this. Zambrono knew what was going to go down, Miguel theorizes. "Where was Pepino? The dog? The good-luck charm that you insist on bringing with you everywhere you go? You didn't need luck that day, because you set it all up," Miguel says icily. Zambrono yelps that he did no such thing! "And even if I did, what are you going to do about it?" he asks. Miguel announces that Zambrono is going to be handing back all of the Cadena's stash within the twenty-four hours. "Oh, you can see into the future now?" Zambrono asks snidely. "Your future? Yeah. I can see it very clearly," Miguel snips and slams down the phone.
Miguel and Chato hang out in the gun locker, as I'm sure they are wont to do. Miguel asks whether Chato believes in prophetic dreams and visions. Chato fiddles with a machine gun and says that he doesn't believe in ghosts, but he's seen one. "Have I told you about the cat?" Chato asks. Miguel shakes his head. Chato tells him a little story. See, ten years ago he found a stray cat, and he took it in and took care of it. "I named it Queso," he says. And if I didn't know they filmed this months ago, I would totally claim that as a shout-out. Chato continues, telling Miguel that he loved the cat and the cat loved him. It would lie on his chest and lick his chin for half an hour. Half of the television audience sighs dreamily. "Anyway, one day Queso got run over by a car," Chato says as he picks up another gun and strokes it lovingly. He explains that that night, he woke up and found Queso at the foot of the bed, glowing. "Glowing?" Miguel asks. Chato nods, and starts playing with yet another weapon. Every time he woke up that night, the cat was there, he says. "I can't imagine why you never told me that story before," Miguel says sarcastically. "Like I said, I don't believe in ghosts, but I saw one," Chato shrugs. He advises his brother to pay a little more attention to Lupita.
Night falls at the Zambrono ranch. Chato and his men go through the dog yard and shoot all the poor little puppies dead. Crazy sexy Chato at least gives Pepino the old Sex Eye before doing him in. Aw, well. No incest this week, but a little bestiality does the trick, eh? Yeah, maybe not.
The morning, Zambrono gets a rather Horse-Head-In-The-Bed-esque surprise when he goes out to feed the dogs and find poor little bloody Pepino, laid out on an elegantly set table in the middle of the yard. His blood has soaked through the table's white linen table cloth. Zambrono just closes his eyes.
Back at the hotel, Chato climbs into a large van and peeks inside a plastic barrel. He comes out, holding a brick of cocaine and smiling triumphantly. He glances down his necklace -- the one that Lupita tried to force on Miguel -- and looks proud of himself.
Speaking of Lupita, she's sitting the middle of the desert, painting a portrait of her brother and Marlene. She slices her hand open with a pocket knife and lets the blood spill into a bowl of yellow paint. She mixes the blood and paint and uses it to fill in the contours of Miguel's face. Well, that's not normal.
On Sunday: Marlene's drug addiction, revealed!