Grosse Pointe Garden Society

- Previously on "Grosse Pointe Garden Society"...

- Hey. - Hey. This is Cricket.

- I was just wondering why you're being such a dick.

- I'm just tired of being your shoulder to cry on.

This just isn't working right now.

- Have any sold? - Enough to make rent.

- Who's ever bought a painting from a coffee shop wall?

Someone who loves art?

Someone who loves her son.

- You've spent thousands of dollars.

This is straight-up blackmail.

Marilyn, I need a favor.

You know I'd love to help.

- What if it really pissed off my mother-in-law?

Friends.

Where are you going?

- Dubai. - Wait, no.

- Owning a global security firm means I gotta be global.

- If you ever want to get back in the game, we need a closer.

What's wrong?

My daughter just threw up.

She really needs her mom. Sorry.

We're out of gas.

- With a dead person in the trunk?

- You don't have any cash, do you?

You're all I got.

- But I'm also gonna need that bracelet.

- I had to do something that might not be good for us.

Thirsty?

You're up early.

Thought you were just getting

one more drink with your friends.

Oh, you know how it goes.

Do I?

One drink turns into two.

And, of course, I didn't eat anything during the auction

because I was so nervous.

Next thing I know, we're all at Birdie's

having a giant dance party.

Fun.

- Thanks for relieving the babysitter, hon.

You don't look drunk.

How do I look, Tucker?

Guilty.

Look, I'm sorry for coming home so late.

I should have called. - What were you really doing?

- What, you want my specific dance moves?

I mean, I started with the stanky leg.

Just be straight with me.

Then I went into the Nae Nae.

- You have a tell. - Huh?

- Some people blink, some twitch.

But everyone does something when they're lying.

We'll never be the same.

We made a deal.

I know.

No more secrets.

I know. I know.

- I saw Gary staring at you from the bar.

I didn't cheat.

- He was drooling like you were a T-bone.

Believe me.

You don't have to worry about Gary ever again.

Then what did you do?

Catherine speaking.

- Hi, Mrs. Crosby. Pointe Credit Union calling.

We just wanted to confirm

a cash advance at Motown Casino.

No, that's not us.

- So you haven't made any charges at Motown Casino

in the past three days?

- I've never even been there, and my husband's overseas.

- Okay, before I connect you to the fraud department,

I'll need to verify the account.

Bear with me.

My husband usually deals with this stuff.

No problem.

I just need the last four digits of the card.

Ma'am?

Are you there?

- I don't know much about flowers,

but I bet growing a garden is just like growing a business.

- Success comes from planting the right people under you.

- 'Cause no matter what you have to weather,

you need good, solid roots.

- So your business can reap what it sows.

- Mm. - Hey.

- Want to sneak into the movies without paying tonight?

I gotta finish this thing.

Mm. Boo.

I know.

Breakfast is served.

- But stray too far from who you are as a company,

and the whole enterprise withers on the vine.

- I'd like an oat milk latte, please.

And that postmodern, antiauthoritarian painting.

Are you sure?

Plus the latte.

- Just feels like a pretty big impulse buy.

- Yeah, I'll definitely regret it,

but the alternative is way worse.

That'll be $2,106.35.

Here she is.

Huh?

So where'd my money go?

- Well, Matador red paint with iconic SS stripes.

Rewired original automatic convertible top.

Sick.

- 396-cubic inch big block V8, rebuilt transmission,

plus original all-black interior

and rally wheels.

- Like she just rolled out of the factory.

- And the original stereo that only plays classic rock.

Connor was right about you. - Uh-oh.

Don't listen to him.

- He said you'd make me a lot of money.

- Well, I really appreciate the investment.

All right.

Fire her up.

Oh, still making her pretty.

- Oh, come on, I'm not gonna judge.

- Nah, I'd rather wait till she's ready.

What's going on here, Brett?

- Carburetor's taking longer than expected to rebuild.

This thing gonna run or not?

It wouldn't be a classic if it was easy, right?

Yeah.

Look, I'm just the money guy.

I don't know dick about cars.

I won't let you down, man.

- But I do know we're not getting paid

if you're just putting lipstick on a pig.

- That was the last time, right?

You've been saying that for three weeks now.

- Well, next time, I'll mean it.

Unit 35, what's your 20?

Still 10-31.

- What's that? - Homeowner in distress.

Oh.

- In need of immediate assistance.

Mm.

Excuse me, officer.

You're blowing up.

Must have fallen out downstairs

when you stripped each other's clothes off.

Yeah, thanks.

- I think it's your wife. - Okay, Olga.

Back to pretending to work.

- Gather round, my little garden gnomes.

Lots of work to do and no time to do it.

Sorry.

I couldn't find a meter.

Next time, carpool.

What are we doing here?

Operation Warp Seed.

Bulbs?

Not just any bulbs.

Japanese ranunculus.

- You can't get those in the States.

Mm.

Donna smuggled them back from a trade fair in Tokyo.

Smuggled them how?

- You just let Donna worry about both those things.

- I can't have illegal bulbs in here.

Whoa. Dude, relax.

Sorry.

Cricket's got me on this cleanse.

- Oh, what day are you? - Starving.

- Do you bitches want to beat Bloomfield Hills or not?

Come on, now.

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now.

Let's go. Lock and load.

Hoo-rah!

Uh, any questions?

Actually, yeah. I have a lot.

- I have four more boxes in my car.

- Okay, now I seriously need to know

how Donna smuggled these.

All you need to know

is that she is healing beautifully.

But what I need to know

is where in the heck my vice president is.

Where is she? Hmm?

You were right.

Those things really do come in handy.

You want a drink?

- I want to know what's going on.

If I tell you,

we'll never be the same.

I'll have what you're having.

- I don't know. Maybe we expanded too fast.

But in order to do it right, you gotta take on some debt.

And I've just been trying to dig out of this hole

for the past eight months.

Where have you been going?

Vegas. Atlantic City.

Sometimes the casino downtown.

Oh, my God.

Whoever will comp me a room

while I try to win enough to pay for private school