Back at the ranch. Joey wanders into Marlene's room, sniffing that he had a bad dream. She wraps him into bed next to her and asks what he dreamed. "That Dad killed himself," Joey sniffles. Marlene looks very sad, and promises her son that this will never happen. "Tio Jorge did it," Joey points out. "Yes, he did," Marlene agrees, but tells him that Miguel won't. "Baby, that was a bad, bad dream," she repeats, and embraces him warmly. She feels something weird under his pajama top and fishes out a primitive necklace: a copper goat's head on a leather strap. "Tia Lupita give it to me," Joey tells his mother. "She did?" Marlene asks lightly. "Mmm hmm!" Joey chirps. Marlene nicely suggests that they take it off. "I'm sure you'll sleep much better without it," she tells him, turning off the light.
The next morning, Marlene stomps into the dining room and drops the talisman right into Lupita's breakfast. "Joey can't accept your gift," she announces icily. "It provides protection," Lupita says, taking a bite of tortilla. I am so hoping for a Dynasty-style catfight between these two sometime in the future. Marlene spits that they don't need her protection. Lupita chews thoughtfully. "Joey is a weak little boy," she says. "You know that weak boys grow up to be weak men. And a weak man is no good to anybody." So, Marlene gets right in her face. "Lupe, you may have the women in this family scared of you, and probably some of them men. But you'll get more than you can handle if you take me on." I have a feeling that that's very true. I can't wait! Catfight! Catfight! But Lupita just chews. "Stay away from my son," Marlene snaps. "Don't even speak to him." Lupita puts down her fork and puts on the talisman as Marlene turns on her heel and stalks out of the room. "Not even in his dreams?" Lupita calls after her. Marlene stops in her tracks, and then turns slowly and looks at her cousin-in-law. Lupita just smiles. Marlene says nothing, but walks off looking slightly shaken. Marlene, you could always just sic BOB on her.
Back in Juarez, Poppy is at lunch with some other general-type people. A really hot woman at another table sends him a drink. And when I say she is hot, I mean it. She is hot. I'd do her. And I like boys. She looks sort of like Salma Hayek. Poppy toasts her, downs the drink, and watches her fellate an olive before going over to chat. She smiles slowly as he thanks her for the drink, then -- quite immodestly -- asks her what she's heard about him. She sort of just cocks her head flirtatiously. I wonder if she's met Chato. Wait, what am I talking about? Chato would have sex with a tractor. She's smoking. I'm sure they've met. "I have my car outside. Is there someplace you would like to go?" Poppy asks her. "To your car," she purrs, and sashays off. Poppy's eyes basically fall out of his skull.