Anyway, after about a hundred years of my life, Delia stops his yammering and asks if Rafael can get her a picture of Ernesto. "Mi amor, do you think these people let you take pictures?" Rafael asks, before explaining that he's really very stressed out! He's put his life on the line for her! All for her! All because of what she's done for his ¡familia! (La Familia Count: dos.) "I'm a grateful man!" he yells, trudging back toward the Rover. "Rafael Chapa is a grateful man! A grateful man who wanted to get the full name of his character into the dialogue somehow because it'll probably be important later!" He flings his arms in the air and storms into the river, saying that it's all over between them. Those spicy Latinos! So hot-headed! So unpredictable! So good with cilantro! Delia stops him, and says that she'll try to find out something about the new guy. Rafael just waves his arms around. "You people from the DEA. You're just a bunch of letters! DEA, FBI, all of you have your head up your ass!" he yells. "Excuse me?" my Mulder action figure asks from his perch on the sofa. "Well, the man has a point," the Scully reminds him. "Whatever," the Mulder mutters. "At least that kid with the big head isn't on this one."
Once Rafael is out of earshot, Delia turns around and rips Patterson a new one. "Where the hell did you learn to do police work, huh?" she yells and gets into the car. Patterson just stands there and looks greasy, big-chinned, and doomed.
State Court of Chihuahua, Mexico. The DA is talking in subtitled Spanish about a man who allegedly flew in a bunch of cocaine from Colombia at the request of the defendant, a Colonel Solis. He has a sworn statement from this pilot, he says. The defense attorney of the guy who allegedly hired this pilot, by the way, is played by Sheryl Lee, last seen dead, wrapped in plastic, and looking much better than she does now. I don't know if they're trying to make her look hard, or old or drug-addled or something, but she looks just like Jackie "Cocaine-Addicted, Alcoholic Mother of Kelly" Taylor from 90210. She stands, and objects on the basis of the fact that the pilot of the plane didn't survive the crash. The DA is all, "Oh yes, he did!" And she's all, "Oh, no, you di'n't!" And in walks the mysterious pilot. Sheryl Lee looks pissed. And about fifty years old.
Okay. I'm ready for the commercial break. The commercials can pop up any time now. For the love of my fingers, please let the commercials happen soon. But instead we cut to Miguel's private jet, where Joey plays backgammon with some flunky and a mini-skirted flight attendant serves drinks. If I ever have a private plane, I'm totally going to hire only hot guys as flight attendants and I'm going to make them wear hot pants. Miguel's on the Batphone with Sheryl Lee, whose character's name, we finally learn, is Marlene. "The pilot is alive," Marlene spits, before filling Miguel in on the whole deal, explaining that the DA is willing to cut Colonel Solis a deal if he'll testify against whomever he was moving the coke for. "Honey, you need to come home," she tells him. Miguel says he'll be there in an hour and hangs up. He's looking thoughtful when Joey climbs on his lap and asks if he wants to play backgammon. But Miguel's mind is too weighted with the demands of being a drug dealer to play a board game with his son. To his credit, he does look perturbed by his inability to play with the moppet, and pulls him into his lap to make up for it.