Weeds

Previously on "Weeds"...

Marci: Ms. Botwin, you are to be released to a halfway house,

where you will serve out the rest of your sentence

or until you have proven yourself rehabilitated.

Nancy: Zoya, they're releasing me.

I've been saving these for myself.

I want you to have them.

Make a plan for both of us.

Andy: We are standing in the Free State of Christiania.

You will never puppeteer in Copenhagen again!

Gunder: Go home. There will not be any good photos today.

Come on, Gunder.

I've doubled the sales of your weird flower water.

Shane: She's out?

She's in a halfway house in Washington Heights.

Nancy Botwin? You have a visitor.

Lipschitz.

They found Esteban's body in prison. You're safe now.

I'm Counselor Ed.

We can perform supervised random drug tests.

You come in late, you seal your fate.

What are you doing? Scavenger hunt.

Thank you, Zoya.

She said, "Don't tell anyone I'm out."

So, you called us right away?

Isn't it enough I'm raising her child?

Annancy!

What did he call me?

Aunt Nancy.

She went to jail for me.

Now she's out, so I'm going to find her.

I should come, too. Ticket.

One for you, too, Doug.

I'm not left behind?

You're all going?

She's just gonna fuck you up again.

Shane: No, she's not.

She's been rehabilitated.

Luce: Shut the fuck up and get your naked ass in the kitchen.

Now grab the blender.

That's right.

Put in some yogurt and frozen fruit and some apple juice.

Yeah.

Now stick your dick in it and mix it up.

You feel them fruit chunks

crashing all up against your balls?

Now get your cock in that hole right in the middle there

where it su--

Hi.

New roommate here.

Sorry to get in the way of romance,

but it's been a long day, and I need to sleep.

Egg beater. Wow. Ouch.

But...if it gets you there, fine.

Do it. Amen.

Don't forget to turn off all appliances when you're done.

Safety first.

Bye, battery.

Bitch! That was a big mistake.

I get crazy when I'm tired.

Third time this month our phone has gone missing.

New girl probably took it.

Sadly, I have no one to call and make phone smoothies with.

Ed...can I talk to you for a sec?

Um...

I need more time out of here.

I have to go and look for a job, right?

I-I have to...go find a job.

Yes. Yes, you do.

And we happen to have an interview

lined up for you this morning.

You do?

Midtown. Mandatory attendance.

You go straight there, straight back, no stopping.

Give you two hours.

Four? Three.

And a half? I'm new to the city.

I could get on the wrong train.

I really have to get my bearings.

You need to get a time-stamped signature

from the interviewer,

both time of arrival and time of departure.

And if you land the job, which I surely hope you will,

you sign over 25% of your salary for living expenses.

And if I don't...land it?

Got to pay your way if you want to stay.

Don't you...want to know what it's for?

The interview. Yes.

So curious. Duh.

Lamp repair.

Love lamps, radios, anything electrical...

Except chairs.

Electric chair...

Um...

Does it pay well, the lamp-repair business?

It pays shit.

That said, it's better than actually cleaning shit,

which is what most inmates end up doing.

You can't wear that.

What?

Whatever this slinky, fancy hooker thing is.

The man's a religious Jew.

What am I supposed to wear?

Compliments of the women at new light Korean baptist.

1:30. No excuses.

Come back even a half a bajilli-second late...

You seal your fate. I-I get it.

Do you have anything without shoulder pads?

You've reached the sarge.

I'm knee-deep in the muck. Leave a message.

Hi.

Y-you don't know me,

but I have something that belongs to you,

something with a-a bang.

I'm coming to your apartment in an hour

or, uh, an hour and a half,

so I would be there if I were you, okay?

Goodbye.

Andy: Botwin -- B-O-T-W-I-N.

Might be under Reyes.

Doug: Ask them if there's a bathroom.

Shane: No, ask them if we can have breakfast with her.

Okay. Could everybody just quit hounding me?

Trying to talk to Clayman here.

Silas: This place smells worse than Christiania.

Whatever. You're not even supposed to be here.

I came for work.

Right. Suddenly, when we leave,

you decide to remake your career in New York.

Please, just admit you miss mom.

Be a man.

Think it's a fire drill?

Maybe someone's trying to climb out of the sewer pipe

like in "Shawshank"!

No, it happens all the time.

Uh, take a seat in the common room.

We'll let her know you're here.

Downstairs only.

Upstairs is off-limits for non-residents.

Should we sit or stand?

I'm actually a little nervous.

Don't be. She's not coming.

How do you know?

She bolted out the back door.

What? Nance?

Who do you think set off the alarm?

She saw me. She made direct eye contact.

Did she see all of us? What do you think?

Well, you know, it's daunting,

the whole family-reunion thing.

She probably just needed to take a walk, get a little fresh air.

Or doppelganger.

My doppelganger works at a Blimpie's in St. Louis.

Well, whatever. I'm leaving. I got to do stuff.

What stuff? Uh, career stuff.

Modeling for a gay flower water isn't a career.

Oh, right.

Putting on puppet shows with your girlfriend

is way more legitimate.

Marionettes.

See you guys later.

Oh, hold on. I'm going, too.

I'm sorry, man, but this place,

it just reminds me too much of that freaky whore house

we went to in Amsterdam.

What the hell? What happened to Team Botwin?

We made a collective decision to greet the woman we love.

Sure.

Maybe she possibly -- let's say probably -- fled from us.

Who in this room hasn't fled? Hmm?

It's a family flaw -- fleeing --

which is why I say we stick it out,

set up camp, play some jenga, maybe make a sign.

"Willkommen hjem, Nancy."

Who's with me?

I got a college buddy.

We used to get high and streak the special-collections library.

I think he lives in Manhattan.

Split a cab?

I'm taking the subway, Doug.

Maybe we should have stayed in Copenhagen.

Oh, you too, now?

You know what? Come with me.

Where are we going?

Just keep your head down.

Follow Uncle Andy.

Woman: Hello?

Who?

Me.

Do you think that jacket is ironic?

It's totally not ironic.

You have no idea how ironic this jacket is.

What did you say you were in prison for?

Oh, I thought you weren't allowed to ask me that.

I'm not judging.

A tax break is a tax break is a tax break.

So long as you're reformed, right?

Let me guess.

Some schnook boyfriend got you into trouble?

Could you not, um, play with that?