And into the Miguel/Marlene boudoir. She's scrutinizing her wardrobe. Miguel walks into the frame and gives her a questioning look. "I know," Marlene tells him. "It doesn't matter what I wear. It doesn't matter what I do or what I say. The women in your family will make me feel like the only white girl on earth." She sits on the bed with a frustrated sigh. Miguel just hugs her. "It's nothing you can't handle," he says, touching his forehead to hers. "We have to stay the whole three days?" she asks. "It's the wake," he reminds her. "Just think about when it's over. It's back to business and everybody's happy." She looks up at him. Sheryl Lee really looks fifteen years younger with her new hair, although it makes no sense as far as continuity goes. I was going to write this whole thing about how it's completely impossible for her hair to have grown three inches in, like, a day, but finally I realized that this is an Aaron Spelling production. And it's far more important for people to look pretty in the Spelling world than it is for their hair to obey the laws of continuity. And I'm a hypocrite, because when it comes right down to it, I prefer to see pretty people on my television, anyway, so, really, it all comes out in the wash. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Marlene says. "Unless Tio Beto has a different idea about who should be running things." Miguel slides off the bed and starts taking off his watch. He asks her who else could possibly be in the running. "His own son?" she says, looking up at him. Miguel laughs. "Let me tell you something about Romulo," he says. "He doesn't want to work that hard." Marlene bats her lashes and looks up at him, "We have to be prepared for anything," she coos. "Getting rid of Tio Jorge may have been the easy part." Miguel takes a drink of water. His face goes all stony. He walks right over to her. "Don't ever say that again," he says quietly. "Don't ever say what you just said." He runs a hand down her face and then walks away. Marlene just shuts her eyes. Oh, Marlene! You're smarter than that. Just secretly plot to kill him!
Sinaloa. A limo pulls up in front of a beautiful ranch house. Tio Beto and Romulo wait to greet their guests, passing the time in a friendly family argument: Tio Beto is mad because Romulo's still wearing his velour sweatsuit. "And where is your boots?" he asks. "Boots? Boots don't go with this," Romulo tells him. "You can't go riding with those shoes. It scares the horses," Tio Beto tells him. "How am I going to wear boots with this?" Romulo asks. "Put on boots!" Tio Beto yells. "They don't go with this!" Romulo repeats. "Then put on jeans! I don't want to talk now!" Tio Beto tells him. Hee. That was an amusing moment. See? Parents and children are the same everywhere, whether they're selling crystal meth or not. Can I put this in the La Familia count? I guess not. Anyway, Miguel and Marlene spill out of the limo. Tio Beto hugs Miguel enthusiastically, but barely gives Marlene the time of day. He does embrace Joey, and kindly greets this totally random guy we've barely seen before, who I assume is one of Miguel's flunkies or something. Eventually, Romulo invites them in. "Romulo, he likes it up there too much," Tio Beto tells Miguel. "Is he doing a good job?" Miguel smiles. "He's doing a great job," he responds, and asks after his aunt. Tio Beto shrugs that Consuelo isn't doing very well. Eventually, a motorcycle rolls into the shot. It's Chato. Crazy, delicious, crazy Chato.