Weeds

Previously on Weeds...

Name's Detective Oulette, 25th Precinct.

- Come work for me. Internship. - Fuck yeah.

- Wait, who are you? - I'm Emma, from Pouncy House.

- What? - Pouncy House Party Rentals.

We're the big boy on the block with a stick. Is that a threat?

Who's that guy? Doug: That's Klein, the C.E.O.

Whoever targeted you as an informant was asleep at the wheel.

I'm sorry -- you're gonna be going back to that halfway house.

I'll go higher -- C.E.O.

You have access to the C.E.O.?

I'm glad you asked me out.

I didn't ask you out.

Oh, yes, you did.

Questions to ask him.

Guess it's too late to back out.

I'd say so.

Number-one son is really putting a damper

on my legit bike biz.

I'm not interested in being the cover anymore.

That is some really healthy bud.

Smells super-potent.

Zoya: Tell them who I am.

Nancy: She's...

The love of her life,

although I almost had a reason to doubt that,

seeing that little kiss downstairs.

I-I'm sorry. You might want to go away.

Because I don't like you, and I have a bad habit

of losing things I don't like in fire.

You going somewhere?

You might want to get some new batteries

for your smoke detector.

Why?

So your lesbian-lover pyro lady

won't burn me up?

Huh?

You really rescued me last night.

You were trying to give me the slip.

I was trying...

Yeah. ...To let you sleep.

I was trying to thank you, again, for, um...

A lovely evening...

...by rewarding you with sleep,

but you're not asleep.

Mm. You're awake,

and the S.E.C. is going to indict you for fraud.

What is that?

Is that a --a theory of yours?

The S.E.C. knows your --

knows your fund is a sham, a Ponzi scheme.

They're gonna come after you.

I wore a wire last night on our date.

I took it off. It's gone now.

You wore a wire?

Where is it?

It's gone.

How much time do I have?

I -- uh...

I don't know. Weeks?

Weeks, maybe months.

Still, um, last night

and this morning -- it wasn't bullshit.

I didn't mean --

I think it's time for you to leave.

Uh, I was trying to let you sleep.

I'm the new boss, so half is mine.

Give me the money.

Get away from me. I'm not allowed.

Uh, who are you?

Andy: Uh...

Anybody have a toothpick?

I think I got a nerd lodged in my molar.

I don't need all of it. Just give me $700.

Enough to buy some clothes, soup, and a bear.

A bear?

Ow! You're hurting me.

Andy Botwin.

Nancy: Um, just a heads up.

I think Zoya might be on her way over there.

Oh, you think? Why do we need a bear?

For protection. Ohh! My face!

See if you can keep her

from destroying the place until I get there.

Yeah. Sure thing.

She seems so sane and accountable.

You keep it in a cage.

It guards the drugs. It's very intimidating.

Uh, we have a safe, and I studied aikido.

Ha!

I don't think so. Aah!

Please stop doing that.

Just try to keep her out of the back room, okay?

Give her a toaster. She can fix toasters.

She loves...toasters.

No! Sorry, Nance.

I'm -- I'm not a part of this.

In case you forgot, I run a legitimate operation.

She is not my problem.

She will be.

So you're on your way?

What does that mean? 10 minutes? 5 minutes?

Nance?

See you in a few. Nance? You --

What did you do?

I'm majoring in Criminal Justice.

Keep talking.

The police offered me an internship.

Oh, Jesus.

I get school credit,

and I work three days a week at a real precinct.

I get it, okay? You want my attention.

You want to build me a bedroom?

Send me your puppet reviews?

I get it. W-what do you need? I'm listening.

Let me be more than your bank.

You keep partnering up with the wrong son.

I can be your man on the inside.

The cops think I'm one of them.

You want Zoya to go back to prison?

I know a guy in Narcotics who can plant evidence.

They're gonna be on to you eventually.

I'll protect you.

Babe, these are cops. I'm a drug dealer.

You're a murderer.

We can't all play on the same kickball team.

I can do this.

I have to get this. Don't fuck up.

Hello? Miss Botwin.

Oh, hi. I was meaning to call you.

You're gonna have to come down to our office this afternoon.

We need to talk about last night.

Shit.

I'm still on the line.

Oh, sorry. Um, I'm on my way, okay?

Bye.

Please be careful with the...red part.

I'm going shopping

for some necessities with my new bike.

Listen, Svetlana.

Not your bike, not your business.

This is the front of the house. You live in the back.

Separate. Not equal. Not related.

Your business is with Nancy.

I don't make such distinctions.

You're my partner too... Until you're not.

And then Nancy and I will move to Burlington, Vermont,

and open a world-class hotel for dogs.

So just be patient, moya lyubimaya.

That's the dream, huh?

Stupid hubcap.

Copenhagen wheel. Miracle of science.

Bikes are too heavy.

You want to make real profit,

we need smaller ones for dwarves and children.

Yes. Dwarf bikes. Of course.

Careful. Careful with that!

Help me take off your plastic bitch wheel!

Okay, you know what?

Go ahead. Do whatever you want, 'cause we're partners, right?

We're in this together.

Finally you're beginning to understand.

Of course I do.

Of course I do. Family, partners.

I've always loved Vermont.

And dogs -- oh, my God! Love dogs.

The three of us together? Can't miss.

No. What?

No, no, no, no, no. That's not what you meant?

No. No?

No! Woof! Woof!

No. No, no! No!

Jesus.

Close the door. Have a seat.

How did you...

Have a message for your boss

at Pouncy Bouncy Land Castle whatever place.

We're not going anywhere.

So you can tell him to go fuck himself.

That's it? That's your message? "Go fuck yourself"?

Yeah.

What? You don't like my message?

I mean, it's fine.

How about,

"If I ever see your ugly pissant dealers

"loitering around our bike shop again,

you'll fucking regret it"?

And then, like, underline "regret it."

Good. Say it just like that.

Or something el--

That's fine.

You sure?

You hungry?

I could eat.

Not coming to Vermont! You're not invited!

Why? It's a free country. I can go anywhere I want.

This is for me and Nancy.

And Andy makes three!

I got great ideas. I do. For instance --

Whoa!