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Previously on Weeds:

call for evacuation in lower Majestic.

All evacuees are welcome here to the
Summer Canyon Recreation Center.

Where there's fire
People like to smoke

Okay, we need to be leaving.
I smell smoke.

I'm opening up a club.
Heylia's Compassionate Care.

Nancy, if it all burns down,
what are you gonna do?

I guess l'd have to go.

Agrestic-- Shit. Majestic police.

Clear out. The fire's up the block,
and it's moving fast.

Holy shit.

That house belongs to Celia.

Because she was my lover.

And it was good.

So you buy her a house...

...and I assume you're fucking her
in said house.

She of the magical,
house-earning pussy.

-Celia Hodes?
-Yeah?

Nancy Botwin.

I just got a call from Guillermo,
and I need to go meet him.

No. You need to stop hanging out
with bad people.

The man set a town on fire.

I could use you.

I'm not selling for you.

-I'm nobody's bitch anymore.
-We take you off the sales floor.

That's for the little people.
Navigator. I get stuck in traffic a lot.

Traffic?

Do you have some sort of a plan?

I'm working on it.

Am I under arrest?
All right, how long is this gonna take?

Why don't I ask my questions,
and then we can get to yours?

Well, could you turn down
the air conditioning?

I am in a sundress.

-Can I have a Diet Coke?
-Again with the questions.

I'm starting to see what did it for Groff.
He never had to get on top.

-I beg your pardon?
-How tall are you, like 5'8"?

Shouldn't you be asking questions
about drug things?

Okay. Was sex like a drug to you?

I don't know what he told you, but
Sullivan Groff is a lying piece of shit.

So you never had
a sexual relationship with him?

A sexual relationship
that resulted in his giving you a house.

A house which was later used
for the growing...

...and cultivation of marijuana.

That house was never in my name.
I was just living there.

Then my idiot ex-husband
had an accident...

...and I saw an opportunity
to make some money...

...by renting it out to someone
I thought was a friend.

What she did with it
has nothing to do with me.

You should be questioning
Nancy Botwin.

Did a bird just crap on my head?

No.

What is with all the birds?

Shane, you should use the bathroom
before we get back in the car.

-Can I ride with Uncle Andy?
-Didn't you like listening to Radiolab?

Best bathroom graffiti ever.
At least in the top 1 0.

Here I sit

Cheeks a-flexin'

Giving birth to a baby Texan

I think that's offensive to Texans.

-Only the baby ones.
-Shane wants to ride with you.

Oh, sorry, buddy,
the plasma's riding shotgun.

Please tell me
you washed your hands.

Mom's car smells like gas.
It's giving me a headache.

My car smells like gas?

I don't think it's the car.

No, it's your mother.

-She smells like gas.
-I don't smell anything.

-You smell like gas.
-Must've spilled when I was pumping.

We haven't stopped at a gas station.

Do we know where we're going, or
are we just driving around randomly?

-We're on the run, aren't we?
-These are solid questions.

-We're going to Ren Mar.
-What? Whoa, what?

-Ren Mar? Back up.
-Yeah, moving forward.

We're going to see Bubbie.

-Bubbie?
-Doesn't Bubbie hate you?

She just hates that I'm not Jewish.
It's not personal.

No, I think she hates you too.

Well, she loves
her great-grandchildren.

I've only met her twice,
and once was at Dad's funeral.

She kept calling me "gooshey purim,"
or something.

"Goyishe punim. "
That's, "You got face like a goy."

She's family. She lives by the beach.
That's the plan.

Let's get back on the road. Shane,
you sure you don't need to pee...

...or birth a Texan before we go?

-No.
-Hey, can I go with you?

-Mom's car smells like gas.
-How am I not smelling it?

Never mind. I'll drive the van.

The three of you can take the Prius.

All right? Will that make
everyone happy?

Flying flu bag.

I hate birds.

Dad once told me
Bubbie killed the neighbor's dog.

-No one could ever prove that.
-What's she like?

Oh, she's great, actually, and a bitch,
but in a great, tough-cookie way.

Old people creep me out.

Okay, fine. I spilled gas on myself
when I was pouring it on the furniture.

What? Yes.

I set the house on fire.

Okay? It's done. It's gone.

I'm sure the real fire would've gotten to
it anyway. I just wanted to make sure.

It's time to move on...

...so let's move on.

Questions answered.

Mystery solved.

And there were growers.
Heylia and Conrad.

I don't know their last names,
but they were black.

And the gay lndian kid
and the Christian girl.

You seem to know a whole lot
about the operation for a landlady.

I'm telling you,
you want Nancy Botwin, not me.

How do you know what I want?
I'm full of surprises.

I have a parasitic twin
growing out of my stomach.

Seriously?

You'll have to get me naked
to know for sure.

Are you trying to flirt with me?
ls that what this is?

-That's pathetic.
-That is?

You're the "drugs are wrong" lady,
and you were running a grow house.

I got a picture here
of you with Sasquatch.

You like costume play?

I wanna go home.

The one with the pot plants, or the one
with the injured, idiot ex-husband?

Whichever one hasn't burned down.

Very good point. You could
be homeless for all we know.

Thank goodness you have a place
to sleep for the night.

-What do you mean?
-I'm gonna keep you for a while.

Check out your story.

I'll have someone bring you
a pop and a sweater.

-Diet Coke.
-No, princess.

Diet Shasta, in a can,
room temperature, no straw.

Say thank you.

-Fuck you. I haven't done anything.
-We'll see.

I want a lawyer.

Are you looking?
I'm about to do the spinny-spin.

Yeah, I'm looking. One second.

Wait, that wasn't it. Hold on.
It's gonna be really good.

What the hell happened to you?
I've been sitting here, calling.

Sorry about that. My phone battery
conked out around Oceanside.

Mine was on mute.

My phone was fine,
but I've been ignoring your calls.

I'm mad at you for burning
our house down without thinking...

...maybe some of us would've liked to
go back and get a few more things out.

Stuff, Shane. All replaceable.

We've got the computer.
We've got the photo album.

-You got the photo album?
-Yes, of course I did. Think I forgot?

Well, did you get that box
of loose pictures from the garage?

I did. It's in the back of the van.

Well, then...

...good.

I'll answer your call next time.

This house looks cool.

Well, good.

There's an amazing German deli
in Carlsbad.

I brought you zwiebelbraten
with spaetzle.

You might wanna heat it up.

-You're an asshole.
-Fine, I'll eat it.

So no one's home?

I wouldn't say that. Some giant
killer dog is home. I rang the bell.

It barked like it was gonna lunge
through a window and bite my head off.

-Bubbie hates dogs.
-I think she's gotten over it.

-Where are we gonna sleep?
-Maybe she's taking a walk.

Bubbie was always a big walker.

Why would you go walking
without your dog?

-I'm telling you, she hates dogs.
-She doesn't really have a dog.

That's Rad.

That's his name. Rad.

He's 1 0,
and he's read the whole Narnia series.

And now he's moved on
to His Dark Materials...

...and he likes it so far.

His parents are divorced and he wants
to be an inventor and a robot builder.

Favorite color is green. Favorite
animal is the Komodo dragon...

...which can eat up to 80 percent of its
weight. He thinks dodge ball is gay.

That's how long I've been sitting here
waiting for you guys.

-And Bubbie definitely has a dog.
-No, it's the doorbell.

-Her doorbell barks?
-Yeah.

Check it out.

-See? I do it all the time.
-I'll bet she loves that.

-You couldn't have told me earlier?
-You didn't ask.

She's probably in there.
She never comes out.

My mom won't let me trick-or-treat
here on Halloween.

I know how to get in.

Used to do it all the time
when we were kids.

-How?
-None of your business.

lf Shane's too heavy to heave up to the
pergola, you might find out. Let's do it.

Wow, the ocean's like a block away.

It's nice, isn't it?

Think it could be good.

Whenever I swim in the ocean,
I get a really sick rash.

-Good to know.
-I'll buy you a wet suit.

All right, he's in.

We can't stay here.

Attention, evacuees. More blankets....

Check it out. It's snowing in SoCal.

Except they're warm snowflakes.

Tastes like loss.

And muffins.

-Mine tastes like a vinyl sofa.
-When FEMA gives us hotel vouchers...

...do you wanna combine them
and get, like, a ginormous suite?

-A sweet suite? A dude suite?
-A dude suite with lsabelle.

Okay, well, she's almost a dude.

I'm not ready to make that judgment
until she's past puberty.

Well, either way, she's cool.
She can hang with us.

-Hey, do you still poop yourself?
-You don't have to worry about it.

So you do poop yourself?

I can get onto a toilet
and evacuate my bowels.

Okay, you used to poop yourself,
but now you don't. Okay, then.

Doug Wilson,
I'm Agent Shlatter with the DEA.

He's a cripple with a doctor's note.
I'm just keeping him company.

Maybe she's just taking a nap.

Hey, Bubbie? It's me, Andy.

You sleeping? lf you're sleeping, I'm
gonna go through your purse, Bubbie.

I'm gonna look at your driver's license,
find out your real age.

I'm also gonna take all your $5 bills.

She's not sleeping.
She's somewhere far, far away.

-This is totally creepy.
-Jesus, time is cruel.

-We should start taking fish oil.
-And green tea.

Yeah, because that'll totally reverse
the effects of 90-plus years of life.

Get real. It's all downhill from 30 on.

-Shut up.
-Be quiet.

-What did they say?
-That the nurse was fired a month ago.

Said a family member called
and said he was taking over her care.

Oh, shit, family member?
No, no, no. Forget this. I'm leaving.

Oh, no, wait. We don't know for sure.
Don't you have cousins?

lsn't he on a riverboat somewhere?

He probably sunk it.
It's him. I know it's him.

Look. Look around.

Paintings missing from the wall.

All right, here we go.
Tchotchkes missing.

Bubbie's watching
the World Poker Tour?

Look.

-He's here.
-Who's here?

Who the fuck is here?
I've got a vicious dog.

He'll bite your thieving balls off.
You better start running.

Oh, Christ.

Hey, Dad, you can
call off the doorbell.

It's your family.

Hello, Len.

Why do I smell gasoline?

How stoned are you two?

-I'm--
-We're baked out of our skulls.

-But you, you shouldn't do drugs.
-You've convinced me.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

Oh, shit.
What do you think she told them?

-Everything.
-Oh, God.

I'm gonna go to jail. I'm gonna get
raped. lt'll make me hate being gay.

Hey, hey, careful.
They could be "istening-lay."

They could be what?

-"Othing-nay."
-No one's going to jail.

Get your stories straight. They
wanna know who's running things.

-We could turn in Conrad and Heylia.
-They're long gone.

Of course they are. Black guys
never get arrested. But here we sit...

...two milks and a cappuccino,
rousted by the man.

Mr. Wilson?

You know the name. Use it.

Celia. Celia Hodes. H-O-D-E-S.

She ran the whole thing.

She won't know I said anything, right?
Because she is super fierce.

Oh, Celia scares me.

She's the boss.

Nancy?

Never.

She's got two children. Wasn't
she married to one of your guys?

How crazy would that be?
The drug dealer and the DEA agent.

No. Makes no sense.

Nancy? She and Celia
were in PTA together...

...and they were friends for a while,
but I think they kind of drifted.

Probably because
my ex was becoming a drug dealer.

Nancy who?

I do know one Nancy,
but her name used to be Vince.

ls that the same person
you're talking about?

Vince?

No?

-How could you leave her like this?
-I had errands.

-You were at the track.
-And the Rite Aid.

She was fine.

I changed all her bags, cleaned her up
and turned on the television.

It's not like she has anywhere to go.
And I was back before dinner.

And excuse me, who the hell are you,
bursting in here like this...

...and telling me
how to take care of Grandma?

With Not-Francie, no less.

-Who?
-It's your mother. Never mind.

Her name is Nancy.

-He knows that. He just won't say it.
-Who's Francie?

That's the woman
your father should've married.

Francie's wonderful.
She's an eye doctor.

Beautiful, tiny hands
that bring sight to the blind.

She married a cantor,
has four children...

...and is still
the number one LASlK surgeon...

...in the whole North County area.

Gave me a discount.
Now I can see perfect.

She's wonderful.

-What is that?
-Zwiebelbraten with spaetzle.

-What?
-I don't know. It's German.

You sit in my mother's living room...

...eating German food
and smelling like gas.

She was at Auschwitz, for chrissake.
What kind of a monster are you?

I'm a terrible shiksa monster
here to terrorize your clan.

What do you want from me, Len?
It's been 20 years.

-Can you get over it already?
-Hey, Judah stopped talking to us.

Because you'd only call me
Not-Francie.

Because you refused
to come to our wedding.

The one time we came down here
after Silas was born...

...you told us the baby had eczema...

...because Judah watered down
the gene pool.

Look who's keeping lists.

-Your skin looks much improved.
-Gee, thanks.

Len, your mother is dying.

You're not looking so hot yourself.
lsn't it time to make peace?

What do you mean
I'm not looking so hot myself?

I've got my hair and muscle tone,
and I have excellent posture.

Well, fine, Len,
you're a god among men.

How could I have been so blind?

Must be a little distracted
because my house burned down.

What, did you leave a scarf
over a lamp?

I know people do that sometimes
to help with the mood lighting.

But, you know, before you know it,
everything's in flames.

-Do you not watch the news?
-I watch SportsCenter.

Okay. See that?

Great big fire? Our house,
somewhere in the middle of it.

It's gone now.

Oh, all he cares about's
his sportsbook.

Like I'm gonna make money on a fire.

Let's just go, huh?
We can stay at a motel.

No, Andy. We can't stay at a motel.
We've been driving all day.

-Apparently, I smell like gas.
-Apparently?

Kids are tired. l'd rather not use
a credit card and leave a paper trail.

-What, are you on the run?
-Yes.

Well, that, at least,
I can wrap my head around.

All right.

Here's what we'll do.
You and your brother, Klaus...

...can stay in Judah's old room.

That was my room too.

You can sleep in Judah
and Not-Judah's old room.

There are sheets in the hall closet.

Not-Francie can sleep
in Bubbie's room.

-Thank you.
-All right, we'll see.

-So, what'd he do?
-Why do you assume it's me?

-Because it's always you.
-Okay, shower time.

Why are you always
such a prick to me?

I'm just not sure you're mine,
so I keep an emotional distance.

lf only it were true and I wasn't looking
at the Ghost of Hanukkah Future...

...fighting the urge
to throw myself off a cliff.

Oh, such drama.

Hey, I get laid all the time,
and I shit like a Swiss train.

You should be so lucky.
You can sleep on the couch.

-You wanna play poker tomorrow?
-No.

Okay.

Rinse off the Nazi plate, will you?
And turn the TV back to my channel.

I'm gonna change Ma's diaper
and clean her feeding tubes...

...and give her a new nightgown.
You should go away. It's not pretty.

-I can take it.
-Great.

-I'll be in the kitchen.
-Good.

Hey, I'm hungry. Make me a sandwich.

We're gonna have to have
a discussion...

...about how long this heartwarming
family reunion's gonna last.

I like Shane,
despite his stupid cowboy name.

See, he looks like
my side of the family.

The rest of you...

I don't know.

We shall see.

All right, get ready, Mom.
Rolling you left.

Oh, Ma.

They're lying. They're all lying.

Please help me.

I think you're very handsome.

Come in.

-The boys asleep?
-Yeah.

It's totally freaking me out.

Shane's sleeping
on my old Star Wars sheets.

Silas found one of Judah's Playboys
from 1 9 79 under the mattress.

Candy Loving on the cover,
Dorothy Stratten centerfold.

It's beautiful.
I'm having jerk-off flashbacks.

My old stains...

...are still on the wall.

My children are sleeping
next to their unborn cousins.

I'm thrilled.

Hey, this is where Judah and l
grew from boys to men.

-How often did you guys come here?
-Three, four times a night.

-You're an animal.
-Every year, every year.

Dad had custody in the summer...

...so he'd park us
with Bubbie and go to the track.

But it was great, you know?
We loved it.

Judah would bring it up
every once in a while...

...but then he'd remind himself
that he was angry at everyone...

...and he'd shut down.

Yeah, well, that was the past.

You were his future.
I think he was happy with his choice.

Well, thank you.

He once showed me naked pictures
of you, you know?

-Bullshit.
-You hadn't been dating that long.

He wasn't taking you seriously yet.
You had a silver-sequined bowler hat.

That asshole.

I... I can't believe--

He swore he'd destroy-- I can't-- I...

-Fucking asshole.
-Sometimes.

Just because he's dead
doesn't mean he was a saint.

It's weird seeing
all these old pictures around.

-Wait. What pictures? They're here?
-No. I mean, maybe. I don't know.

I'm gonna look for them tomorrow.

No, I was just talking about
all the pictures around the house.

Oh, yeah. It is a little overkill, isn't it?
Judah, Judah, Judah.

And, of course, the fabulous Francie.

God.

Look how young and smiley.
Gorgeous.

You really think I made him happy?

This was before he chipped his tooth.
Then he got that fake one.

-Nancy, what are we doing here?
-We're starting a new life. Fresh.

The beach.

Houses buiIt before 1 99 7.

Clean air.

I bet the schools are good.

I hadn't counted on the dying woman
in the living room, but--

You have a plan, don't you?
It's not about the clean air.

It's all part of a plan.

I might have a plan.

Or the start of one.

A plan in the planning stages,
if you will.

-Should I be nervous about all this?
-Well, of course you should.

It's the drug business. It's dangerous.

But we're just gonna try and
put all that out of our minds for now.

Think happy thoughts.

Wait. What is it?
You're not thinking happy thoughts.

I saw my grandmother's vagina.

You know, they actually used
old landing strips from Vietnam...

...to build that fence.

From one fucking mistake to another.

You ever been?

Let me guess, spring break, right?

Went down with some college friends
to drink some tequila.

Get into something crazy
like a donkey show.

No. No Tijuana.
I always stayed at a resort in Cabo.

I got a sunburn, bought a tin mirror.

Again with the fucking birds.

-I swear they're following me.
-No.

They just squawking
to let their Mexican buddies know...

...there's more scraps on this side.
Cleaner water.

Fly on over. There's no wall in the sky.

Maybe we should strap the drugs
to the birds.

We tried it with pigeons.
Can't really carry too much weight.

What's with the numbers on the wall?

Over here, it's for border patrol...

...so they can radio in when
one of the poor, huddled masses...

...yearns to be free.

Over there, it marks territory.

Who controls what part of the wall.

Mexicate Cartel,
they got one through 323.

MZO got 667 to 1 500.

And us, we got what's in front of you:
32 4 to 666.

What, you thought
we worship the devil?

-Shame on you.
-Listen, I'm still unclear.

What's my job here?

Your job is to be a pretty American
lady. Think you can handle it?

And there's big money in it
if you do it real good.

Big, big money?

Man, I'm two years
from retirement myself.

I won't bring heroin.

Man, you got some arbitrary rules
you live by.

-But you standing here, aren't you?
-I won't bring heroin.

All right, then you bring in lots
and lots of mota.

You're still gonna make lots
and lots of cash.

And retire, right?

What are you gonna do with
all your cash and free time?

We'll be in touch.

Welcome to the border.