Chato, Miguel, and Marlene stomp around the stables. Well, Marlene stomps. Chato smokes. Miguel just stands there and looks collected. "I knew it. He wants to put Romulo in charge. They will always put their own sons first," Marlene bitches. Miguel gazes off into the distance and thinks. "No, he doesn't respect Romulo," he finally says. "Maybe Tio Beto thinks I should in charge, " Chato finally pipes up. Oh, Chato. You're too much of a live wire to be in charge. The three of them gaze across the fields at several farm workers unloading hay from a truck. This ranch is really gorgeous, and it's been beautifully shot. I wonder where it's located. "Maybe," Miguel non-answers. "He suspects something," Marlene tells them. Chato takes a drag from his cigarette and shakes his head. "If he did, we'd be dead already," he tells her. Miguel agrees, and tells Marlene that Beto doesn't suspect that they killed Tio Jorge, but that he does think they screwed up. "Even so, he ought to know that Romulo can't run this business," Marlene tells him fiercely. "It's not Romulo!" Miguel finally snaps. "Then who is it?" Marlene asks. Miguel has no answer to this. Chato leans up against a nearby pole, all Bad Boy Broody, Dylan McKay With a Few More Drugs in Him-y. "I tell you one thing," he drawls, "If Tio Beto does suspect something, I sure hope he doesn't commit suicide, too. That would be a shame." Marlene just looks at him, and sort of smiles, while Miguel's expression doesn't change at all. They are one evil triad, yo. They're like the Larry, Moe, and Curly of evil. They're the Manny, Moe, and Jack of evil. They're the Three Musketeers of Evil. They're...you know, evil and stuff.
Inside the ranch, in a lovely tiled bathroom, Marlene snorts cocaine off a mirrored compact. A knock comes on the door, and she calls out for one more moment. She chases the last tiny bit of coke from her compact with a finger, and gets up and answers the door, letting a nun into the bathroom.
Outside, a bunch of kids are playing in the yard. Joey, however, just wants to sit on the stoop and pet a little orange tabby. I hope that's not foreshadowing that sweet little Joey is going to wind up like Crazy, Tiger-Loving Ernesto. Marlene takes a seat next to him and wonders why he's not playing with the other kids. Joey looks up at her, all sensitive and blue. He tells her that he doesn't really feel like it. Marlene looks down at him sympathetically and hugs him. The cat yowls at the sight of a limo coming up the drive and races away. Jangly music starts up on the soundtrack, as Marlene stands to greet the newest guests. Danny Trejo climbs out of the limo in a giant puff of smoke. He's followed by an Hispanic woman about Marlene's age. They're both wearing sunglasses and appear to be general bad-asses. Especially Danny Trejo. But that might be because he's got smoke coming out of his ears. "Lupita," Marlene calls. "I'm sorry for your loss." She kisses the woman on the cheek. Lupita takes this very icily. "Thank you. Where is Miguel?" she asks coolly. "Inside," Marlene says. Lupita tells Danny Trejo to go and see him, and he obeys, in a huge puff of smoke. "Nice talking to you, Manny," Marlene calls after him sarcastically. Lupita takes off her sunglasses to say hello to sweet little Joey. She leans over to hug him and -- I'm not making this up, people -- lights a match off the metal bit on the back of his belt. She comes up with the flaming match, lights a cigarillo with it and grins. "How'd you do that?" Joey breathes, impressed. Lupita just blows an arc of smokes at him and walks inside with a mysterious smile. Marlene twists her lips up and watches. She's unimpressed.