JD: How are you doing?
Pedro: Doin' OK. I been thinking about some of the stuff you said. Some of it makes sense.
JD: Seen something weird?
Pedro: Oh, yeah! All the guys are talkin' about some weird stuff they seen. (he surreptitiously scratches his chin with his knuckles, making his fingers suggestive of tentacles) And the ranks at the top are thinnin'.
JD: That's what I hear.
Pedro: Down to just one now. Ernesto.
JD: Were you ever present at one of these late-night gatherings? With the robes?

Pedro looks down, then around, then down again. He's frightened. It's clear he doesn't want to answer.

JD: I was just wondering if he's the one who does the speaking.
Pedro: (quietly) I'm almost sure he does the speaking anywhere he goes.
JD: You said it's just Ernesto? There's no woman hanging around?
Pedro: His squeeze? Rosita? Yeah, but she doesn't give no orders, though.

Desi describes Priscilla.

Pedro: Yeah, that's Rosita. She's Ernesto's squeeze.
JD: And she doesn't look... weird to you at all?
Pedro: No. No, she looks hot. (JD pantomimes a hooked claw.) No. I ain't seen anything like that.
JD: I'd be very careful around her.
Pedro: Oh, I am. You can pretty much bet that anything you say around her gets back to Ernesto.
JD: Make sure you don't get left alone with her. She's bad news.
Pedro: OK. Will do. I'll let you know if anything changes [in terms of the Lobos' "upper management"].

JD writes her phone number on Pedro's hand. They part, and Pedro returns to his friends.

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