Luisa: Enrique?
Snow: Maybe the reason he goes to see the Jefe so often is because they’re fucking.
Luisa: No, not Enrique.
Snow: You say this Jefe’s a weird guy. And powerful. Power can be sexy. Enrique wouldn’t be the first person to switch teams in that kind of situation.
Luisa (uncertainly): Jefe’s got a woman, but . . .
Snow: But what?
Luisa: She’s sick or something. I don’t know.
(a pause)
Luisa: I’m going to try on that black lace thing. What you call it?
Snow: A peignoir.
Luisa: Yeah, I’m going to try that on.
Lastly:
Snow: If you wear that tonight, I’ll rip it to shreds.
Luisa: You can rip up anything you want. We buy more next time.
Snow: You make me so crazy, I might hurt you. Accidentally, of course.
Luisa: You hurt me last night, baby. Did I complain?
(she hums absently)
Snow: You know, the more I think about it, the surer I am that something weird is going on with Enrique and Jefe. You say Jefe lives alone, unprotected? No guards, no soldiers?
Luisa: He don’t need them. Everyone is scared of him. Every time they walk around in the village, the people hide. Enrique say Jefe laughs when he sees that.
Snow: Right, and yet you’re telling me there are a couple of dozen whores in the village. It doesn’t make sense. Maybe the presents Enrique buys, maybe he does that to cover up what’s really going on. What’s he tell you he does with Jefe?
Luisa: They talk about the elections, about they going to get the country back on the right track. Make the army stronger.
Snow: (mutters unintelligibly)
Luisa: Huh?
Snow: Nothing.
