All language subtitles for Weeds (2005) - S08E11 - God Willing and the Creek

Previously on Weeds.

Your foundation was granted a license

to operate a facility
for the homeless of this county.

Make room, everyone. This is Monica.

All right, who's next?

I'm from the future.

I can't see very well.

- What do I do?
- Pull over!

License and registration, please.

I made a horrible decision.

Hi, I'm Jo. I'm Andy's wife.

Didn't you date a rabbi?

Yael. Yael, Yael, Yael.

She was a rabbinical teacher.

The future is not in dispensaries.

I want to open something bright.

We offer one brand, our brand,

like MILF, that you grow.

Can you still get your seedlings
from the lab?

I was fired yesterday.

Not ideal. Well, we'll go elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

Hi!

I should have gone to Conrad's with her.
I'd have convinced him.

No! It's better she went alone,
considering their history.

Is there anyone on this planet
that woman has not slept with?

- Sorry.
- No, it's fine.

I'm completely onto other things,
great things.

- Joanna.
- Joanna?

Your wife.

Her? No, no. I'm talking about Yael.

Yael of rabbinical school.

Yael of sharp tongue and eyebrows,
like the throwing blades of the Mossad.

That's why you tagged along,
to bone some ex-girlfriend?

Not just bone. I'm a get her.

There's a reason that you need MILF seeds
and Conrad moved to Agrestic.

It's all part of a bigger plan.

It's called Regrestic now.

Yes, it's a repressive, soulless,
brown recluse-infested hell-scape,

but I was on a trajectory here,

and I think there's a possibility
that journey was taking me,

cowed and limping, back to her,
back to Yael.

You're losing it.

Or maybe I'm finding it.

Do you guys have a restroom?

And I'm thinking maybe your journey here
wasn't finished, either.

Please, aside from my pot strain,
there's nothing back here for me.

Hello? Excuse me.

See. Bigger plan.

Here's Stevie. He's at soccer camp.

We think he might go pro next year.

He's cute. I don't have any MILF, okay?

I don't have any MILF seeds.
I don't have any MILF cuttings.

And I don't believe you.

I've been out of the game for a year.
You could have saved yourself a trip.

I know you worked for Heylia
until a year ago.

And I know you.

Yes, no. Things have changed.
I'm in the health game now.

- Health game?
- That's right, juice cleanses.

Got a hook-up with an organic fruit farm
out in Temecula.

Profit margins are unbelievable.

I want you to grow for me.

We've got this classic detox line.
It's just basically cayenne and aloe vera.

- Grow for me.
- Or the root program.

Now, the root program's easy.

All it is, is carrots, beets, added chlorophyll.

- We were good together.
- Yes, listen.

Here's the funny thing, okay?

The liver does an incredible job
of eliminating toxins,

so basically these women
are paying me $300

to deliver wishes to their house
every morning.

You have some, don't you? Seeds.

It didn't matter. Even if I did, what would I...

No, no, no! Because, no, no, now listen,

I am done with grow houses.
I'm not making that mistake again!

- You let me worry about where.
- No, don't worry about shit!

- MILF doesn't even grow back east.
- No, I'm not listening.

- Something about the solar? Yes, yes, yes...
- I'm not listening. No!

Nancy!

Hi, Pam.

Where have you been?
I haven't seen you in at least a year.

Maybe a little longer than that.

Sorry, memory's fuzzy
from the shock treatments.

Good news, the sex addiction is gone.

You and Celia are so cliquey,
I never see you anymore.

- Are you coming to the wedding?
- What wedding?

There you are. You have to write checks
to the caterer, the cake lady...

Hi, are you the harpist?

Excuse me, Mr. Conrad,
they need to measure your inseam.

No problem, Lupita. I'll be...

- My wedding.
- Our wedding.

Driving a known drug vehicle
with a busted windshield?

I was just trying to impress my girlfriend.

We know about the scam at the impound lot.

I don't know anything about a scam.

We have the names.
Testify, incident expunged.

Or you take the auto-theft charge
and you do some time.

I've seen your file, Botwin.
You could be a star on the force.

You're just gonna throw it away?
For what? Ouellette?

He's a crooked, alcoholic,
walking arterial blockage

who does not give a shit about you.

You have 48 hours.

I'm experiencing the most powerful deja vu.

It's like you and I were frozen,

loaded onto a UFO,

flown 10 to the power of nine parsecs
to the earth's distant twin planet,

and reanimated for this moment.

And nothing's different except this planet
rotates west to east,

the atmosphere has a little more argon
than we're used to,

and you have bangs now.

I'm sorry.
Do you have a child in Hebrew school?

No. No, I don't have a child.

Yael, don't you remember me?
It's me, Andy Botwin.

No. I'm sorry.

His name is Lars...

Guinard.

He drives hot rods, plays guitar.
He's fucking dumb as a bag of rocks.

Your mom should be locked up.

She was.

So, how did you end up back here?

I was living in New York after school.

I had the smallest apartment
and broke, smelly boyfriend,

but I loved it.

Then my dad got sick.

I'm sorry.

You know, when you left, vanished,

I think, I remember the sign.

I was heartbroken.

My parents wanted me away from you.

I poked holes in our condoms.

That's why you got pregnant.
I was desperate.

I didn't want you to go to Princeton
and leave me here.

Megan, I'm so sorry.

- What the fuck.
- I know, I know, but I loved you,

and I loved you, I just loved you.

I loved you.
You are the only girl I ever loved.

Still, to this day.

Holy shit.

I've never loved anyone else,
never even came close.

Fuck.

Do you still love me?

Could you? Is that ridiculous?

No.

It's not ridiculous.

Fuck.

What do we do now?

Wow! Where'd you learn to break like that?

Our robot butler taught me.

Right, right. Because you're from the future.

You okay, Doug?

I don't think my family loves me.

Your wife and kids?
Of course, they love you.

No, fuck those guys. My son's an ass bandit.

My wife married the grandpa from Cosby,

and my daughters think I'm dog shit.

I'm talking about my real-life family,
the Botwins.

I bought them this house,
and they always exclude me,

make me babysit.

Speaking of which,
if you see a little Mexican kid

in a soccer jersey running around,
give a shout-out.

Where are they now?

Took off on a vacation. Didn't even tell me.

Don't worry, Doug.
Everything gets better for you.

What are you talking about?

Soon, you become a very great man.

Waltz positions, everybody.
One, two, three, four.

So, what are you doing here?

Alison likes the 'burbs.
Prices were low after the fire,

and, well, I had a few
fond memories of the place.

I bought you something.

It's five acres, good soil.

Plus, I've enrolled you in
the Southwest Compassionate Collective,

so you're legal.

You bought a piece of land?

MILF is gonna grow here, Conrad.
You're gonna make it grow.

That's lovely.

Wow, you got it all figured out.

One small detail.
You can't grow in these valleys.

- It's all owned.
- I bought it.

Owned, as in territory. Gangs.

You have to pay them a tax.
That's if they even okay it.

So, I'll go talk to them.

No, you won't.

'Cause guess who's back in charge?

He's out? You're sure?

Yeah, it's 2006 all up in this bitch.

They're running with the same crew,
so if I was you,

I'd work on that
getting-out-of-town-now thing.

I look forward to a photo.

Be safe.

Your tuition check bounced.

God damn it!
This fucking wedding is killing me.

Do not go to Guillermo.

Choo-choo!

- Choo-choo!
- Yeah!

Choo-choo!

Hey, whose birthday are we celebrating?

Or is it a quinceanera?

You got to admit,
you guys really like picnics,

so sometimes it's kind of hard
to identify the specific occasion.

Actually, this one's gonna be a funeral.

Be nice. We're in public.

Let's go. Let's go.

You know, I don't get it.
Murder, kidnapping, how did you get out?

I hired me the lawyer that
got Jerry Seinfeld's wife off

for stealing that cookbook idea.

Sorry, "allegedly."

You did what you needed to do to get out.

I never ratted.

They forgot to read me my Miranda rights.

They got the color of the car
we were driving wrong.

Evidence was tainted. Whatever.

You're out now.
Back on top, right where you used to be.

That's right.
I got me a reboot, like the new Hobbit movie.

The Hobbit isn't a reboot.
Spider-Man's a reboot.

- The Hulk is a reboot.
- Which Hulk?

There's two, or three
counting The Avengers.

Get the fuck off my train.

You shouldn't have come back.
I told you, you don't belong here.

I'm getting back in the business.
I need your blessing.

You don't have it.
You don't got shit from me,

other than mild curiosity and...

Begrudging admiration?

An undying desire to majorly fuck you up.

Stop, Guillermo. Reboot, this is business.

No, Blanca, this is personal.

Take her somewhere private.
I got to take this.

Let's go.

You made it. Come on in.

I got you an orange cranberry scone,
but I got hungry.

How you doing?

Been better.

Why? ls everything okay at home?

I told you, I got pinched.

Listen to this guy.

So dramatic.

Here, I got you something.

Signed by Mel Stottlemyre himself.

I ate my first piece of snatch
wearing that glove.

They want me to rat.

What are you talking about?

The impound yard.

You mean the one
which you stole a car from?

Borrowed a car, which you were gonna sell
and disappear from the registry.

You know what I'm talking about.

Here's all I know. You call me in a panic,
I go out, I get you a scone,

I get you a nice, fucking meaningful gift

because you did something
so colossally fucking stupid

that you can't get on the force now.

Then I figure you need
a little bit of a pick-me-up

because it's got to be
a goddamn daunting thing

to fucking reconsider your entire
fucking life trajectory!

- Mitch.
- Shut the fuck up, Botwin!

I saved you. You know what that means?

Do the right fucking thing.

Listen, everybody!
I have seen what's inside this building!

I want you to stop, turn around
and walk away.

There's nothing inside,
for we are dying meat.

We're meat, and we're un-special,

and no one remembers us,
and we're utterly alone.

So, do yourself a favor and walk away.

There's no plan.

There's nothing but randomness
and chaos and entropy

and a slow, certain decomposition
of everything you are

and everyone you've ever loved

into their tiny, friendless,
meaty little components.

Hey, did you get that, man?
I'm really serious.

How'd you find me?

Went to your old house. You were leaving.
I followed.

Shame, I was looking forward
to one of your old barbecues,

burnt meat and Tecate.

I never burn my meat.

It's okay.
Happens to every guy now and again.

You're under the impression
you could just make a joke,

smile, do a brick dance, and somehow,

what, everything becomes okay?

Worked for me so far.

Nah, we older.

Death is closer.

We're gonna work together again.

You miscalculated, Blanca.

You still think of us as the old Nancy
and the old Guillermo.

Those two poor fuckers are so innocent,

they don't know that they got 10,000 miles
of bad road ahead of them.

They got no idea what's coming.

Man, put down the gun, Cocolo.

No, no, no, you put down the gun,

or I will blow this motherfucker's head
clear to Glendale.

Guillermo, Guillermo, I've seen the future.

The future is in legalized pot.

You think the Chinese,
the Vietnamese gangs are tough?

Corporations are the biggest thugs
you've ever seen.

I'm offering you an in.

You let us grow here,
I make you a shareholder. Ground floor.

Forget Guillermo Garcia Gomez, criminal.

Now it's Guillermo Garcia Gomez,
board member.

You get a foothold in on the east coast
and not with Tres Seis,

you'll get in right.

Money so clean you could see through it.

So, what, are you guys, like,
boyfriend and girlfriend again?

We were never boyfriend and girlfriend.

No, we did it, like, what, one time?

- Twice.
- Twice?

When was the second time?

Must not have made an impression, man.

So what's it gonna be?
Are you gonna stay here,

this low-level gangster shit?

Or you gonna come into the future, with us?

Listen, everybody,
no group therapy tonight.

For I have good news.

A prophet came unto me,
came from the future,

he told me that I would be a leader of men.

Right away, I knew that future Doug

probably figured out some kind of scam.

So I was up all last night reading tax code,
and did you know

an even better shelter for government
tit-money than a charity is religion?

- This is bullshit. I'm out of here.
- Yeah.

You see?
Every religion begins with a betrayal.

So, like, at first, I'm all, "Free money,"

but then I remembered
that God actually did touch me.

A few years ago, these asshole Mexicans
dumped me into a grave.

I prayed to God and a phone call saved me.

So, go on, Rudy!

Go back to pooping in a garbage can
and have your 'Nam flashbacks.

Or stay here with me.

Get in on the ground floor of this thing.

Who knows? This could turn out to be
a big hunk of bullshit.

But it'll be our hunk of bullshit.

That's right, y'all.

This is gonna be the most
awesomest fucking cult,

I mean religion, in the world,

for finally, Doug Wilson is a great man.

Now, everyone, it's time for sacraments.

Doug.

You know I'm not really from the future.

I just have borderline personality disorder.

Shut the fuck up, Greg. Sit down.

That's right, breathe it in, take it in, hold it.

Hold in Doug Wilson.
Let him live inside you.

The idea of being a cop

is maybe the only thing I've ever loved,
including people,

and why would I give that up
for some piece of garbage,

who, you're right,
doesn't give a crap about me?

Good choice, kid.

Now, who brought you in
on the impound-yard scam?

That said, you guys are fucking assholes!

I don't think I want to be a part of a force
who pays cowards like you

to get in the way of actual cops
doing an actual job.

What the fuck are you doing in here?

What, you fucking came at me?
What the fuck was that?

I was in character!

What the fuck is going on?

I gotta tell you, for a second there,
I thought, "Oh, shit.

"He's gonna start singing like
Melissa fucking Manchester."

But you didn't,
you beautiful little son of a bitch.

This is all a setup?
You guys aren't internal affairs?

No! Zapf works mail fraud.
Crowley's a fucking meter maid.

You did get fucking pulled over
'cause you're a dumb fuck,

but that disappeared.

Fuck you, Mitch! I almost split town.

So you got a little fucking scared.

You're gonna get scared a lot
on this fucking job, okay?

I had to figure out
what was gonna win out in you,

whether it was gonna be fear
or fucking loyalty,

and maybe break your balls a little bit
along the way,

you fucking car thief.

No more of that now.

So, you want this or what?

Can I get a drink?

Excuse me.

Miss Nancy,

I'm so sorry about before.

This is my new husband, Federico.

Hello.

Listen, can you e-mail me
a recommendation?

'Cause Courteney Cox needs
a new domestic for her house in Ojai.

No problem. Excuse me.

- Could I get a...
- Mom.

Hi, Mrs. Botwin.

Megan, holy shit! Hi!

Wow! How did this happen?

I don't know. But it's happening.

She's gonna come back with us.

Wow, that's perfect, somehow.

And here, seeds.

What's that?

Our future.

Fuck it.

Thanks. Congratulations.

Thanks. And thank you for the advance.

At least now I can pay off
some of these fucking vultures.

So you really got this thing,
whatever it is we're doing,

you really got it figured out?

God willing and the creek don't rise.

In my experience, the creek.

She always rises.

Maybe we'll get lucky this time.

Thank you.

You want to get out of here?

Have you taken me to the spot
where Judah died?

I avoided driving down this street
for three years,

and it's a direct shot to, like, everything.

Oh, my God. This is so dark.

His CD player was right there.

I don't think I ever got it back.

Do you think these guys took it?

Should we knock?

"Excuse me, my husband died
in front of your house a decade ago,

"and I'm pretty sure you took his Discman."

God.

This is it.

What?

I told myself I was coming
to help you out with the kids,

but the truth is, Nance,
I was in the wilderness.

I was nowhere.

- We all were.
- Except I still am.

What are you saying?

You are so, so, so, so bad for me.

Stop. You always say this.

I once asked you to release me,
but you wouldn't,

and so I followed you home, yet again,
and you knew I fucking would.

- Shut up.
- And I always would.

- Shut up. You're freaking me out.
- Fuck!

Shut up!

I'm not going back to Connecticut with you.

I'm done.

No.

All I wanted was you.

You were all I wanted.
And you never wanted me.

Yeah,

this is how it happens, I leave now.

- What?
- Please say goodbye to...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Come on.
- Wait, no.

Don't leave me.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

Whoa.

No, no. No, no, wait, no.

Andy.

Andy!