Back at the jail, several uniformed officers break into Chato's cell. They beat him, hitting him first, hard, in the stomach. Chato groans and they drag him out of the cell and into...
...the bathroom. Where they continue to beat the shit out of him. Blood flies out of Chato's mouth and onto the floor. One of the officers whacks Chato across the face with a billy stick, slicing open the bridge of his nose. Lazareno watches through a barred window as the officers pause in the beating to bend Chato over a urinal. Oh, dear. Well, there's no way this is going to work out for the best. Unless they're just asking him to examine the grout. One of the cops loosens his belt buckle and drops his pants. Lazareno smokes and languidly smiles as his men tear down Chato's pants. Lazareno takes a swig from his flask. Chato screams and looks right at Lazareno as the police rape him. Yikes. What an unfortunate turn of event for the old Sex Eye.
Across the country in Mexico City, Miguel enters a luxurious office. A well-groomed secretary leaps from behind her desk and tells him that the senator is "occupado. " "Tranquilizate," Miguel sneers, and walks right on in.
"Is this a bad time?" Miguel asks the senator, who is occupied misting several hothouse orchids. "I expected better from you than to barge in unannounced," the senator responds. Miguel snits that he expected the senator to return his phone calls. The senator shrugs that if this is about Chato, he's sorry, but it was a decision of the Supreme Court. "Senador, the case against Chato was opened at your request," Miguel points out. "I know this." The senator shrugs. "After my family has given you our support for decades" Miguel says, sitting down. The senator sighs. "Your family does not own me," he says. "There was a time when your family didn't own the roof over their heads." Miguel glances down at the carpet and then up at the older man. "If I had known then what you criminals would do to my country..." the senator trails off. "You wouldn't have taken our money?" Miguel asks calmly. Ooh, burn. The men stare at each other for quite a bit, before the senator turns back to his orchids and tells Miguel that the President wants to "strike a blow against the narcotraficantes," and that it's certainly fine with him. "There is nothing I can do for your brother," he says, firmly. Miguel shrugs and opens a manila envelope, from which he removes a videotape. "Let's talk about your family," he offers, standing and putting the tape into a nearby VCR. "You should watch this," he says. The tape contains security footage of Lazareno selling Miguel his old guns, which we all saw last week. "I'm hearing rumors that you have hopes to be Mexico's next ambassador to the United Nations," Miguel says conversationally. "I can't imagine that happening once the whole world sees your nephew selling guns to a narco." The senator knows he's been bested and sighs loudly. "I have those guns. With serial numbers that can be traced to the Ciudad Juarez municipal police," Miguel continues. "Would you like to see them?"