John Ross and Elena go out for dinner and reminisce about their first date. John Ross rips out his heart and slaps it on his sleeve. "I don't know what I would do without you, Elena. These days, I feel like I'm walking on shaky ground... but when I'm with you, everything is still." Elena looks sad and averts her gaze. Poor John Ross. Hopefully, he'll get a chance to call her out on treating him like the consolation prize. Just then, Marta walks by their table. John Ross makes some excuse and follows her out the door. When he gets out to the street, she's nowhere to be seen. He gets a call from one of Vicente Cano's men, ordering him to an emergency meeting.
At Casa de Cano, John Ross promises it will be just another couple of days before he can deliver the oil. Vicente doesn't buy it, and illustrates so with a story. "We have a dance in Venezuela called the joropo. It's like a waltz," he says, getting up from the table and making this recapper hopeful for a demonstration. He goes on to explain the mechanics of this very tricky dance. "It takes a very skilled dancer -- someone like me," he says. "My point is this: I can spot a good dancer when I see one, Mr. Ewing, and you? Are not a good dancer." Guitar music plays in the soundtrack. Why isn't this turning into a dance contest right now? John Ross puts on his tap shoes and offers Vicente some information in exchange for more time. He tells Vicente about Marta/Veronica skimming money from the fake Del Sol deal. He suggests Vicente get "his guys" to "spook" her. Why he thinks this would result in anything less than her death just goes to show how naïve he is. He's not only unprepared to dance with the criminal element, he isn't even ready to put his foot in the door. Vicente listens to all of this with a quiet but intense rage, then grants John Ross one more week.