Previously on Cane: "My name is Inigo Montoya Alex Vega. You killed my father sister. Prepare to die."

So, what does Alex have to deal with this week? Well, first he's informed by Senator Barnes that the Duque sugar production needs to be doubled if it wants to qualify for that government subsidy. The only way to do that is to mechanize the harvest, which means a lot of cane field workers will be out of a job. Although he regrets having to lay off so many loyal and hard-working employees, Alex thinks it is the right thing to do for the business. Surprisingly, Frank agrees with him. Pancho doesn't approve and tries to put his foot down, but Alex gently reminds him that he's no longer in charge of the company and Alex will do what he thinks is best.

Henry Duque: cute and dumb, just like I like 'em

We open with Alex narrating the whole premise of this series and we get a lengthy set of previouslies from last week's episode. Overkill, much? This is only the second episode; I don't think they need to worry quite yet about audiences forgetting what happened.

The Duque Family

I've seen the Veronica Mars pilot. And the Lost pilot. And the Heroes pilot. But I swear, y'all, that this show has more going on in its pilot than any show I've watched in the history of, well, ever. I needed a nap after the first time I watched it. So, let's get to it.

We open on the bucolic scene of a sugar cane field as workers tend to the plants. Quick flashes of the cane being factory-processed into rum, hot young bodies partying at a club, and a sequence of rum bottles is topped off with an image of a delicious mojito. This show is going to drive me to drink in a completely different way than CSI: Miami does. What we've just seen is a commercial for Duque rum, presented by Frank Duque, the firstborn but second best son of Pancho, patriarch of the Duque clan. I would like to say that I didn't snigger like a 12-year-old at how "Duque" sounds a lot like "dooky" but I would be lying. As the factory workers celebrate the new commercial, Pancho demands a mojito and the whereabouts of his adopted son, Alex Vega, in that order. I appreciate the man's priorities, although I think a tasty mojito and the hotness of Jimmy Smits are about on the same level.