Caray, Caray!

Yesterday: Rafa and Ale arrive at the Cheeseman Wedding and look guilty as they hearken to the priest describing the inadvisability of loveless marriages.

The ceremony ends and Ale says she's taking over the negotiations now. Rafa says she can't just start selling trucks at a wedding reception, she'll have to be patient and do it his way. She hardly has time to insult him because Mr & Mrs Cheeseman approach, compliment Rafa on his very beautiful girlfriend - "No, my BOSS!" - and escort them to the head table as guests of honor!

Rafa takes a turn around the dance floor with the bride. He is a HORRIBLE dancer but all night people will be saying, "look what a wonderful dancer he is." I guess it's a joke. Meanwhile, Cheeseman chuckles as he tells Ale how clever Rafa was, to present himself as a big cheese buyer, ingratiate himself, and then pitch the truck. He vaguely confirms, in response to her abrupt inquiry, that he's planning to buy the truck.

Cheeseman introduces his posse of short but deep-pocketed friends, all Captains of Industry and potential truck buyers, owners of a brick factory, a milk company, glass manufacture, pig and chicken farm, etc. Ale instantly starts up with her boilerplate sales pitch but it's time for food!

Rafa suggests she not come off as so brazenly sales-oriented, and he knows she's barely eaten anything today, so ...

... they're off to the food line, where Rafa enthusiastically describes the Peoples' Food, but Ale scrunches her nose in horror at the calories and grease and dubious ingredients. He assures her Mexicans are genetically protected from 'death by fried pig skins' and she mustn't offend their hosts. She reluctantly accepts a teaspoon of soup. He loads his plate.

They sit back down. Rafa makes excuses for Ale - she's on a diet. Cheeseman says, oh boy weddings are expensive. Rafa says he knows it well (!)

Ale gets a phone call from Marco, he's horrified to hear she went to this low-class wedding with Rafa the Assassin. She says she won't be long. Rafa gets a phone call from Vicki who cries and yells to find out he's at a wedding with his boss. He says it will probably take a long time.

Now it's time for toasts! Cheeseman even toasts Rafa and Ale! Rafa stands and gives a toast of his own - and a nice commercial for Auto Siglo. Bottoms up!

Ale wants to leave, they argue, he wins only because she can't drive the truck.

For a while Ale says she doesn't drink but then she starts sloshing down the tequilas and they work magically on her empty stomach. She's still as crabby as ever but she can't stand up.

Time to dance! Gorgeous girls appear out of the woodwork. Rafa does more ridiculous dancing. The girls jostle for his attention. It turns out they are, each one, daughters to the Captains of Industry.

While Rafa is on the dance floor, a big drunk guy, "Don Manuelito," staggers up to the head table and makes a prolonged pass at Ale. Rafa excuses himself from one of the sexy daughters and comes to protect Ale...

... who's telling her new drunken buddy the whole "drunk assassin tried to kill me" story ...

... and it turns out Don Manuelito's hobby in his spare time is - breaking the knuckles of people who bother his friends. He suggests many ways he could educate the drunk assassin. Ale is fascinated and accepts his business card.

Rafa escorts all the drunken Captains of Industry - including the knuckle-breaking Don Manuelito - out to see the truck. They don't stay long, though - unwilling to listen to his pitch they turn around and go back inside.

Rafa dances with the brick-factory guy's daughter. She makes a pass at him and says she'll work on her dad, but Rafa has to take her for a turn around the town. He asks Ale, but she's incensed at the idea: "I guess when I took biz administration I missed the class where they explained you sell cars by going driving with gorgeous girls." Ale really is clueless in this environment, besides being drunk and jealous. She tells Medina she'll break his face.

Tomorrow: mariachis! Rafa sings! Ale smiles!

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