Miraculously, he manages to track down the Shoe Stealer. "Fit good? My shoe?" he asks. Who knew that Doggett was so obsessed with his footwear? Although I actually have dreams about losing my shoes and having to walk around barefoot on a rather regular basis, so maybe this is another shout-out to me! ["You do? Me too!" -- Wing Chun] Although I don't want to think about how 1013 knows what I'm dreaming about. Okay, I'm scared now. Let's talk about something else. Doggett wants to know what else the Shoe Stealer has. His documents? His money? "Show me!" he hollers. But Shoe Stealer comes up empty-handed...except for a tiny pewter skull, the sort you'd find on a very Goth charm bracelet. He mumbles something in Spanish that sounds like "disappeared" and which I don't know how to spell. Doggett's all, "No comprendo," and the Shoe Stealer makes a "pouf" motion with his hands and smiles. Doggett furrows his brow.

Anonymous Mexican Bar. Enter Doggett. Domingo and Nestor are already hunkered down with beers, chilling. Doggett walks up to them and is all, stare. "What's the job?" he finally asks. "We're movers," Domingo says. But they don't move armoires and duvets. Oh, no. They're people movers. They take people over the border. Please, don't let this episode degenerate into a rehash of El Norte, which I had to see for a class and which scarred me for life because there's this whole scene where a girl is crawling through the sewer and over the border, and she gets attacked by about six hundred rats. "Don't turn your nose up at me," Domingo says when Doggett reacts less than positively to the idea of transporting illegal aliens. "For all you know, you spend your life fondling little boys." Actually, Skinner's not all that...nah, that's too easy. I'm better than that. So, Nestor and Domingo chat in Spanish for a second, and then Domingo looks back at Doggett and smirks. "You start tomorrow," he says. "I'd invite you to have a drink with us, but Nestor hates you." Heh. Domingo pulls a wad of money from his billfold, and gives Doggett a chunk of it, calling it "first month's salary," and telling him not to leave town. Doggett pockets the cash and starts to go, but then turns back and holds out the skull. "This mean anything to you?" he asks. "Not a thing," Domingo lies, "other than the fact that you have silver in your pocket and you still ask me for money." Doggett shrugs and walks off and the editors introduce us to Senor Subtitle: "Bad idea, Domingo, we don't know what this one wants," says Nestor. "He want to remember, like the rest of them," Domingo shrugs.