Back to the Floating Opium Love Shack of Love and Drugs. "I don't want it to be over yet. I don't want this business to fall apart," Miguel tells Chato, smoking a cigar. He says that they're trying to arrange for Tio Jorge to come back home. "But that can't happen if we're murdering Americans. It's insane," he says. At this, Tio Jorge stumbles into the living room wearing his smoking jacket and reeking of the demon poppy. I never get to type that sentence recapping Dawson's Creek! He asks what Miguel is doing on the boat. "I wanted to see how you're doing." Tio Jorge rolls his eyes. "How I'm doing? How the hell do you think I'm doing? Out here, away from my rancho, away from my ¿familia?" La Familia Count: four. Chato prompts Tio Jorge to tell Miguel that he's happy to see him, and Tio Jorge grudgingly does. They all sit down.
"Ernesto says that you approved a half-million-dollar bounty on U.S. drug agents?" Miguel begins. "Si, I did." Tio Jorge says. "I did." Miguel rolls his eyes and explains that this is like declaring war on the United States: "One agent was killed already." Jorge says something about having to send a message to the other cartels: that they're not weak in this period of fluctuating leadership or some such. They have to maintain the upper hand. Miguel smiles and takes the old man's hand. It seriously looks like they're about to break out into a hardcore thumb war. "This is a bad situation, Tio," Miguel finally says. "Your son? This is too much for him to handle. Me, and Chato, we should be running La Corporacion." Tio yelps that he needs Chato with him! And Miguel is supposed to be helping Ernesto, not working against him! "He is not fit to lead," Miguel says. "He's a total wackjob," the Mole adds. "My Son! Is Not! Stupid!" Tio Jorge bellows. "And maybe I'm not educated like you, but I know one thing, Miguelito. You don't want to be the boss." Miguel examines his cigar very closely. "You think I'm weak?" he asks. "I think you think too much," Tio Jorge says. Miguel would like to know what that means, exactly. "It Means! To be a leader of MEN! You have to be BOLD! And not full of DOUBTS! About the LIFE! You're living! HOMBRE," Tio Jorge shrieks. Around him, the scenery screams and runs for its life. This guy is way over-dramatic. Miguel points out that he chose to be a part of this -- to come back home. He's proud of their business, he says. "YOU! DON'T! QUESTION ME!" Tio Jorge yells. "I am totally not questioning you, freakshow," Miguel's Mole mutters. "I HAVE SEEN THE FLAMES OF HELL!" Tio Jorge yells. " I HAVE SWAM THROUGH RIVERS OF BLOOD! YOU DON'T QUESTION MEEEEEE!" And, with that, he stumbles back to the opium den. Wow. Kids: don't do drugs. "You better figure out a way to get him home. He's going crazy on this boat," Chato obviouses, and follows the lunatic back into the bedroom. Miguel just wearily rubs his eyes.