All language subtitles for Weeds (2005) - S03E05 - Bill Sussman (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)-eng

NANCY: Previously on Weeds.

SULLIVAN: Behold, the
incorporated city of Majestic.

A city experiencing
a rate of growth

few people could
have anticipated.

Thank you, Mr. Groff. Sullivan.

Dumb name.

My name is Guillermo.

Tell your friend U-Turn, you
tell him he's a lawn jockey now.

What the fuck is this? Your pot.

You were supposed
to pick up a key of jack.

Heroin?

I'm gonna kill that
bean-farting motherfucker.

Heroin?

Chop that shit up.

Bring me back $12,500.

How am I supposed to put food on
my table if you keep upping my debt?

Get a fucking job.

You're a very beautiful woman.

I bet you look good rolling
right out of bed in the morning.

You know, if I hire you, I'll be paying
for the right to make comments like that.

You okay with that?

As long as you're okay with
being shot down every time.

HEYLIA: Can you grow here?

Hell yeah, it's perfect.

Fucking shame it's all
gonna be for U-Turn.

You let me worry about U-Turn.

You know, this community
service thing is totally unsupervised.

I will never let you deal.

You don't have a
choice. I know you don't.

SERGEANT: That
is your battle buddy!

I can't wait to kill
me some terrorists.

Are you kidding me?

This is gonna be great.

(LITTLE BOXES PLAYING)

ANDY: Okay, hold on. Now
point the camera at my ass. Hurry.

I don't want to see your
balls, man! Tuck them away!

All right. There. There.
Fine. Ready? Okay.

ANDY: It's coming. And it's
a good one. Here it comes.

RODRIGUEZ: Hey, what is that?

ANDY: And show time.

Wow. That was Rodriguez?

Yeah. And they
fucking killed him.

For trying to light farts?

They don't need a reason, Doug.

It's Pat Tillman all over again.

I gotta forward this to
my fraternity brothers.

Forward it to Lowell Bergman,
all right? Forward it to Harry Reid.

Are they Beta Phi Omegas?

Okay, I love you.

And I thank you for the
pants and the Chinese food

and, what, 70, 80
bucks that you got here.

But uninformed Doug, Doug
of the disengaged electorate,

that Doug needs to remove
himself from the room,

'cause I'm riding the edge here.

(PHONE RINGING)

Do you want me to answer it?

That's how they track you.

That's how they got Rodriguez.

(PHONE RINGING)

If you answer it, I
could be a dead man.

Hello? MAN: Mr. Botwin.

He's not available right now.
Who, may I ask, is calling?

MAN: You know who this is.

What? What?

(WHISPERS) Scary. Deep voice.

Very deep. Very scary.

You can't stay here.

They are going
to kill you, Andy.

I sold Jesus a quarter
ounce at the Fastmart.

He's a Mexican guy who's on
road kill with me working off a DUI.

He loves the Lord,
and he loves weed.

And so does his cousin Javier,
who works in the kitchen at Amici's.

I only sold him a dime, but two of the
delivery guys bought a half ounce each.

Got a free meatball sub.
Does that happen to you a lot?

Free food? Not really.

Happened to me twice today.

Want some jerky?

Thank you, no.

After the sub, I drove back and
checked in with my supervisor,

and he sent me to bingo.

Bingo.

At the retirement home, run by church
volunteers and misdemeanor felons.

Three customers there.

Mr. Mertes.

You sell to Mertes?

Any cars follow you?

No.

You sold $2,000 in a day.

Impressive, huh?

Temporary. This
is not a career path.

This is a family in crisis.

And I'm being the good son.

I'm assuming you burned
through your client base.

Kind of.

Okay. I'll make some calls.

But if you sell to these
people, you're not the good son.

You're some random
punk who sells for me.

Pick an alias, work your deliveries
around your community service.

Will do.

Give some jerky to your
brother. He's mad at me.

Why this time?

I put him in Majestic
summer school

to keep him off the
streets, away from drugs.

I love that sound.

Hammer the nails,
pour the cement down.

Good men are gonna
raise their families here.

Of course, it's that kind of missionary
zeal that's got us into this mess, isn't it?

We need these sewer lines.

We need these votes.

And the word around town
says, "You get Doug Wilson's vote,

"the rest will follow."

That's beautiful.

I'm thinking a golf membership.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

BOB: Okay. Now, I know a lot of
you are looking up at this board,

and you're thinking to
yourselves, "Critical thinking?"

That sounds kind of square.

Sounds kind of wack.

Okay.

Who here can tell Bob
what critical thinking means?

Anybody? Hit me.

"Critical thinking is the
process of conceptualizing

"and analyzing information

"gathered from observation
or communication

"as a guide to
belief in action."

You got a name, friend?

Shane Botwin.

Dap?

Blow it up.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Shane Botwin, let
me ask you a question.

Do you want to spend
the next couple weeks

reading out of a textbook, or
would you rather keep it real?

I guess keep it real.

Because I can assign you
pages from the textbook,

and you can copy them
into your notebooks,

regurgitate them
later for a test.

I mean, I can do that
if that's what you want.

Or

Maybe you and I
can solve a murder.

ALL: Cool.

U-TURN: Two G's.

That's right.

The agreement was $12,500.

You breaking a social contract.

Well, I'm working
with some new people.

It takes time.

Ten grand light.
Usually get a nigga shot.

Good thing I'm white.

(DOOR OPENS VIOLENTLY)

U-Turn, I've been
shot! I've been shot!

What the fuck happened?

I was getting the mail. Truck
come by... Blam, blam, blam!

Shot in the ass!

Hi, Marvin.

Hi, Nancy.

You all two, go outside
and start rousting niggas.

Find out who saw what.

Man, you think it
was the Mexicans?

Cucaracha motherfuckers
need to get stomped!

Fuck, man, you
bleeding all over, man!

Put your hand
over your ass, man!

Blot that shit, man! Blot it!

I need a doctor!

Man, you ain't getting on
my leather seats with that ass.

No. No, no. No way.

(MARVIN CRYING)

These one of these hybrids? Yes.

How are you doing
back there, Marvin?

Got a fucking bullet in my ass!

Take me to the hospital!

Are we sure this is
the way to the hospital?

U-TURN: We ain't going to
no motherfucking hospital.

Charge you 50
bucks for an aspirin,

treat you like shit if you
don't have insurance.

Make a right.

We got our own guy. Dr. Tupelo.
He don't ask no questions.

And he real good at
taking bullets out of people.

Lovely. Can't wait to meet him.

Marvin, what's the gang sign
for those Tres Seis bitches?

Yeah, that's what I
thought. Make a right.

Who's Tres Seis?

The Three Sixes.

Guillermo's crew.

Little bitch is all moody because
he thinks I jacked his horse.

You did.

That don't give him permission
to shoot you in your ass!

That motherfucker gonna get his.

You don't mean "horse"
like, like... Horse like "neigh?"

Don't play that doe-eye cute shit
with me. I know you know better.

(MARVIN GROANING)

Honey, it's going to be okay.

You buy or lease this car?

I bought.

How much? I don't
really recall right now!

There's a man
bleeding in my backseat!

I have to pick up my
son from summer school!

Here, make another right.

(PHONE RINGING)

I have to get this. Hello?

SULLIVAN: Hey, I just want to make
sure those packets went out this morning.

Yeah, absolutely.

Liar!

Who's that?

Who the fuck is you, nigga?

Sorry, I'm losing you. Bye!

Make another
right and slow down.

Okay, now we're
driving in a circle.

Yeah, but we're about
to go straight in a second.

Yeah, motherfucker!

(U-TURN LAUGHING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Drive, bitch, drive!

We need these sewer lines.

We need these votes.

And the word around town says,

"You get Celia Hodes'
vote, the rest will follow."

I hear Doug Wilson is
getting a golf membership.

I love a woman who
does her homework.

Would you like a
golf membership, too?

I don't play golf.

Well...

What is it you do play, Celia?

I play house.

(NANCY HONKING)

Hey, sweetie.

How was your first day?

Mostly sucky.

Only mostly?

Hello. You must
be Shane's mother.

Hi. Yeah, hi.

Eve Meriweather,
education coordinator.

Well, Shane had
a fabulous first day.

Bob really took a shine to him.

Bob. That's great.

What happened to the backseat?

Mom spilled some coffee.

And this is for you. It's just
some forms and permission slips.

It covers everything
you'll need to know

about the Absolute
Truth Ministries campus.

We got some super-great
programs, prayer-power meetings.

And not just for Shane,
but for the whole family.

You're a Jewish, right?

Um.

No. I'm not.

Shane's father was a Jewish.

Did he pass?

Most people thought
he was Italian.

Yes! Yes, he's no
longer with us! Yes.

I'm so sorry. Losing your
husband. I just can't imagine.

Yeah.

Well, God bless you.
Are these shell casings?

Eve, in a rush! Gotta
go. Gotta make dinner.

NANCY: Buckle up, honey.

EVE: All right. See you. Bye!

JANE: So, when you
cast your vote tonight,

rubber-stamping another environmental
holocaust in the name of urban renewal,

I want you to remember
the San Acitos dirt shrew.

How could we forget him?

Their beauty was here
long before we were.

This sewer is
soaked in their blood.

Thank you, Jane Chaffin,

founder, president, and sole
member of the Agrestic Eco-Warriors.

Your passion humbles us.

And that concludes the
public debate on Motion 412,

the proposal to expand the sewer

and water reclamation
systems of Greater Agrestic.

Let's do this.

All of those...

All in favor of more
pipe, say "aye."

ALL: Aye. DOUG: Aye.

Aye.

The ayes have it. Moment
of silence for the dirt shrew.

The motion is passed.

What the fuck did you get?

House still for sale?

Andy?

Andy's dead. I'm Bill. Bill
Sussman. Here's your mail.

How's the army?

They killed Rodriguez.

Yeah, well, I think I
killed a Hernandez.

That's a wig.

Yeah, that's all
they had at Rite Aid.

Mostly wigs for black women.

Are these bullet
holes back here?

What? Oh, those.

I was in a drive-by
shooting yesterday.

I was driving the car. This car.

I may be a murderer. Murderess.

Actually, I think we only clipped
him, you know, hit him in the leg.

Hit who in the leg?

One of the Mexicans.
Tres Seis. They shot Marvin.

Who's Marvin?

I'm scrubbing his blood
out of the backseat.

It won't come out. I tried
everything! Nothing works!

Are you okay?

Actually, Andy... Bill Sussman.

I think I am okay.

I mean, stuff keeps piling
on, piling on, piling on.

And while tomorrow
is another day,

I'm pretty sure something even
more heinous is gonna happen to me,

because that just seems
to be the way it rolls!

I really think I'm
finding myself.

Look at my hand.
Nerves of steel.

Pretty steady.

That's what I'm talking about.

Well, this is all good.

Meanwhile, a reconnaissance
drone killed my battle buddy,

and I'm going to
die. I know too much.

I was hoping for a
shower, maybe a little nap.

Um...

But you obviously are having
a slow psychotic breakdown,

so I'll just ask, do
you have any money?

(PANTING)

No, I don't.

(CHUCKLES)

I have a backseat full of blood.

I have two license plates
I may have to remove.

I have an assistant's job
that a monkey could do.

I have a death wish.

You're welcome to any
of those sparkly gems.

But as far as money goes, Bill,

everything that
comes in goes out.

I'm gonna go now.

I like this new you.

(CHUCKLES)

She's a winner.

Tell the kids I miss them.

You betcha.

(CROW CAWING)

Where you hear that?

You sure about that?
That's good news.

Cool.

And?

Gunfire in the streets.

Brown fighting black,
black fighting brown,

all on account of somebody
went and shot Marvin in the ass.

Something about a
Mexican in a tinted truck

driving up, and pop, pop,
pop. Right in Marvin's ass.

That's one big ass.

Maybe if that Mexican had better aim,
he wouldn't have needed three shots.

Maybe if he hadn't used his antique
snub-nose piece of shit, you'd be right.

Hmm.

Still, war is on.

War is on.

More males?

I think that's the last of them.

Now, why are you doing that?

Gotta separate the
males from the females,

or they'll fuck up
the whole crop.

How you know they males?
They got little plant dicks?

No dicks, just sacks.

Plants looking good in there.

HEYLIA: That's 'cause
it's a roomful of women.

Stepping up.

And we're sitting
out there like lambs.

And Rodriguez, he's got
the cell phone up in his hands,

just like that, and
that's when it struck.

Right in the chest,
into his heart. Tell them.

What did he say?

He says, "Wow. Shocking."

Shocking, shocking.

A naive kid, a great kid, who
only wanted to serve his country.

My battle buddy. And shit like this,
these accidents going on all the time.

And we sit here wrapped
in our blanket of apathy,

eating our vindaloo, watching
Dancing with the Stars,

and we don't
wanna know about it.

"No way. That stuff
happens over there."

But you...

You tell that to Rodriguez.
Tell it to his fucking corpse.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hey, Mom. Hey, you.

Got a lot of calls
from clients today.

Yeah?

People seem to like
the new guy. Judah.

Tip of the hat to the old man.

We're gonna need
more product soon.

I'm having homework issues.

Come here, let me see.

"The day after prom,

"a murder has taken place
and blood has been found.

"Principal Paul calls up
detective Dan to investigate."

It's like an episode of CSI.

I have to use my powers of
critical thinking to solve a murder.

Who's that? That's Kyle.

He disappeared
right after the murder.

This is Jill.

Her blood matches the
blood found at the crime scene.

And this is Mia,
the cheerleader.

Kyle promised to take her to
the prom, then dumped her hard.

Jealous Mia murdered Jill.

That's what I thought, too.

So what's the problem?

Every day, we get new clues,
and today we got this one.

"Two days later,
Jill arrived at school."

I thought Jill was
murdered. That's bogus.

No body, no murder.

It doesn't add up.

W-W-V-M-D.

W-W-V...

What would Vic Mackey do?

He'd plant evidence
and coerce a confession.

Okay, but what's
Detective Dan gonna do?

Drink myself into a stupor, then
sleep with my prostitute/informer.

(SILAS CHUCKLES)

No more cable for you.

Mr. Botwin.

This is my lawyer, Dean Hodes.

Gentlemen, we called this meeting
because my client's tired of running.

We don't care. Go fuck yourself.

You're in possession of US
military hardware, Mr. Botwin.

Where's the phone?

My client neither
confirms nor denies...

Shut up. Suck yourself.

I'm setting in front of you
documents which, when signed,

will honorably discharge you from
the United States Army Reserves.

You're the drone guy, right?

Lawyer for the contractor?

Your machine killed Rodriguez.

You forced him out in the field.

We were gonna strap that
cell phone to a fucking mule

till we found your
two sorry asses.

And then we figured,
why waste a good mule?

Private Rodriguez died a hero.
Sign the documents, Mr. Botwin.

I'll need to look these over.

There's no time to look
over anything, Mr. Hodes.

Suck yourself.

You see that window washer outside,
cleaning the windows, Mr. Botwin?

Notice anything unusual?

I don't know. Should I?

He's a white guy?

Actually, he's a Lithuanian.

And that squeegee
he's holding is a remote,

currently erasing your
hard drive, Mr. Wilson.

Would you confirm that for me?

Whoa.

That's because that window
washer is not a window washer.

He works for us.

And that janitor in the
hallway, he works for us, too.

Turn on your vacuum, Ivan.

(VACUUM WHIRRING)

Turn it off.

(VACUUM STOPS)

Turn it on.

Turn it off.

Two vans in the
parking lot, helicopters.

You're fucking
surrounded, dipshit.

And we can make you disappear
faster than a mule can shit itself.

What's with him and the mules?

Do you think we're
fucking around here?

You return our property
pronto, dickhead!

(GROANING) Give him the phone.

Give him the phone, Doug!

Doug.

(COUGHING)

What am I signing here?

You're not signing anything.
You're not here right now.

You were never at Fort Irwin,

and the only man named Rodriguez
you know is some asshole in the Yankees

who thinks he's better
than Graig Nettles.

Suck yourself.

Okay, you have
walked the crime scene.

You've interrogated
your suspects.

You've gathered your evidence.

Which one of you is ready to put
your critical mind to the ultimate test?

Who here has solved the
strange case of Cordull High?

Crimes are solved
by hard evidence.

Blood samples
point to Kyle and Jill,

but since both of them
showed up at school later,

there can be only one solution.

There was no murder.

But there was. A
murder of the worst kind.

For, you see, Jill
had an abortion.

(ALL GASPING)

NANCY: It's horrible,
it's disgusting,

but I have no place
else to put you.

You're just gonna
have to fake it for a bit.

Hey, Mom.

What's up, Nance?

What are you doing here?

Just dropping off some business,

getting a rundown
on the operation.

Meeting the family.

Uncle Andy's back.

And he has a bag
of ice on his balls.

What's up, little man?

Hey.

Shane, go in the
house with your brother.

U-TURN: Listen to
your mother, Shane.

She's a gangster.
She'll keep you straight.

U-Turn, why don't you and
I have a little walk and talk?

You can't come to my house.

You're not welcome here.

Come on, girl, we
tight, you and me.

I'm not fucking kidding.

Save it.

I was just dropping off
some bricks for your boy.

And I left you a
package in the garage.

I need you to hold onto
it for a spell, that's all.

Things are starting
to heat up over the hill.

You bought a Prius?

(U-TURN CHUCKLES)

I bought seven of them.

I got my whole
crew driving them.

They're real quiet. Good for
sneaking up on motherfuckers.

(PHONE RINGING)

Check this out. Hands-free.

What up, doe?

CLINIQUE: Where you
at, U-Turn? You late.

Your bitch ass gonna have to wait.
I got business going on. Fuck you.

See the shit I'm surrounded by?

That's why I need more
bitches like you, Nancy.

Oh!

And you could use this.

Watch it tonight.

Heroin.