She's so lost she doesn't even see the game she's playing, using her own fake journey to inflict even more damage than usual. He tells her to go to Quinn, whom she hasn't even seen in two years: she's the one that needs the apology. But Celia doesn't even know where her daughter is. I mean to say that the saddest thing in the world is being so fucked up you don't know where your child lives. I could miscarry right here. "Quinn is in Oaxaca, with a guy named Rudolfo," Dean says to Celia's hilarious disgust, "Find Quinn and make things right. Vaya con dios." The idea of Celia doing an Ugly American bitch take on Romancing The Stone is intoxicating, although I'm still obsessing on the idea of Celia becoming a self-help lesbian and running around instructing people on their use of "pussy" as a pejorative and constantly smudging them with sage and sweetgrass. I am so into that possibility.
Drugs on the table, as they say on The Wire: a press conference with a table full of guns and contraband, surrounded by the DEA team and feds, Esteban, and his Municipal Police. The speech is short and to the point: this is a story about how we all worked together, internationally cooperating to bring gun-runners and drug smugglers to justice; there's a Bushy kind of tag about how we will find you, we will get you, we will prosecute and punish you, and then it's over. He heads out through the crowd, smiling brilliantly and waving, but the second he sits down in the limo with Cesar, his face changes one hundred percent to scary mob boss. He is totally frightening! Cesar hands him something, pages, and Esteban asks what it is. They have an associate in the Police who knows somebody with the feds, who knows somebody in the DEA, who got an interview transcript with the informant. So in a way, the speech was true: all three agencies did work together to prosecute a rulebreaker. It's just that the rules they broke were dark-hearted. "You have my permission to read me that very carefully," Esteban says, "Then do what you need to do." Cesar almost smiles, and they drive.
Shane produces a head cheese sandwich, and the skanks go nuts. It makes him happy. Every single Botwin is now dealing drugs.
Till congratulates Nancy on still being alive, and tells her how it's going to go down: there will be interviews for him and a spotlight shining on the maternity store, of course. Tomorrow she'll be arrested and questioned, she'll pretend to know nothing, and he'll pretend to fuck it up on a technicality. She asks about Sanjay -- gone to Long Beach -- and Guillermo, who is going to jail along with his crew. However, there has been international confusion at some level, so he needs Nancy to give up Guillermo's boss. She swears she doesn't know, and he tells her he hopes it's the truth. After all, they play harder down south. She tells him to do his job, and it'll be fine, and leaves. Till dials Phil on his phone. Who's Phil? That's Schlatter's first name, and I think the first time we've seen or heard it, but it doesn't really matter. They play harder down south.