Weeds (2005–2012): Season 6, Episode 5 - Boomerang - full transcript

Previously on Weeds.

I love her. But I ran.

- It's over.
- Audra, don't.

- He's a good guy.
- Those are mine!

They're mine now.

The Newmans will succeed
where the Botwins failed.

They will find jobs.
They will live a normal life.

You're looking at the new sous-chef.

I'd like you to read to me.

I need to find a girl to have sex with.

- What?
- I love college so much.



I'm in charge of Avi.
You guys are a bad influence.

We know Avi's mother
wasn't killed in the Iraq.

Tell us the truth or we can call
Child Protective Services together.

You have to keep me alive
so I can lead you to him.

I didn't know what to say.
I didn't want to die.

Guests have been asking
where they can get certain herbal items.

- What the hell is this?
- Hash.

When I get a request, I put you on
the housekeeping schedule for those rooms.

The guests will put the money
under the pillow, you leave the hash.

You got cash?

So, your trimmings,
you just throw them away?

- I'll take them.
- I'm thinking $100 buys me a lot.

I get shit done.

You!



Don't fucking move!

Run.

You two are in deep shit.

Talk to me about the van.

Run now. Run fast.

What? I... Van.

Yes, your van that we just booted,

the van that has over $6,000
in unpaid parking tickets,

the van whose plates
don't match the vehicle.

Ring a fucking bell?

That suburban minivan?

No.

Yeah... Totally.

Bullshit.

Neighbors saw a white couple fitting
your description get out of it an hour ago.

We're cool people.

Urbanites. It's sort of our identity.

It's silly, we know, these days.

When gonorrhea
is becoming drug-resistant.

When Iran is teetering. Turducken.

What the hell are you babbling about?
That's not your van?

Those are just a statement of defeat.

Like, "I'm just gonna buy
into the whole thing."

Defeat?

Or maybe you're trying to impress someone
by being something you're not,

when, in truth, you don't love this person
and you never really did,

and maybe they're just really judge-y
with weird, limp hair,

for example.

Where's your vehicle then?

Or are you just out for a stroll?
Just taking out the...

Lawn trimmings. We should do that.

- Honey, where'd you put the bins?
- Bins?

I found bins.

Bins!

Back of the house,
back of the house, back of the house.

Wait!

Blue is recycling.
You said those were lawn trimmings.

Damn this color-blindness. True story.

We support you in your
current funding fight with the city.

Sometimes we use the back door. Just...

I bet she wasn't even in the army.

You really think
the military-industrial complex

would let the real story get out?

I'm calling Child Protective Services.

- Cheryl, phone.
- Great.

And maybe I'll tell them about
Allison's little prescription friends.

Not supposed to be driving with a child
in the vehicle on those, are you, Ally?

And, Cheryl, I'm not sure how they'd feel

about a woman who still lets
her 5-year-old breast-feed.

Cheryl.

And, Rebekah,

you don't need anyone looking into the
visa status of your housekeeper, do you?

What is she, Honduran? Guatemalan?

Don't fuck with me, bitches.

Why did this happen?

Payback, Nance. It's the karmic boomerang.

Of course the plates Silas and I stole

would be from a felon-level scofflaw.

Karma boomeranged.

- Where was I?
- Yeah.

Not where. Who.

You're Nancy Botwin,
and since it didn't directly affect you,

you didn't fucking notice.

Man, these things are well made.
What are they, Chinese? Excuse me.

Why are you mad at me?

- "Judge-y"?
- Oh, that.

"Weird hair"? "Limp hair"?

She happens to have very lustrous hair.

I don't have any idea where that came from.

I suppose I had thoughts.
They chose that moment to come out.

Not thoughts. You had feelings.

Your real feelings,
which you hoarded like a...

Like a chipmunk, in your cheeks.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

"Everything's fine," you said.
"Mazel tov," you said.

But your cheeks were bulging,
and I could see it,

and Audra could see it,
and it drove a wedge.

You ran out on her.

Girls know these things, Nance.

'Cause they're more in tune
with the subtleties

of interpersonal kissy stuff flying around.

And also because, in the end,

you're all petty, jealous,
daddy-issue everything-ruiners.

Yeah, it's starting to smoke.

You're like the dog on the bridge
that wants both bones.

That's you. You want all the bones.

I don't know why you're heaping

- this shit on me right now.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I really think you should focus away
from things like dogs

- and bones.
- It's really getting old, Nance.

Jeez, God!

Boomerang.

Damn it!

- What now?
- The van's no good for us anymore, anyway.

Soon, the VIN's gonna hit
the right database,

and we're living in Fucked City, USA.

Everyone's going to be looking for us here.

I thought you registered the van
under a different name.

Yeah. Shane Botwin.

'Cause it was the only other Social
that I knew by heart.

How do you know Shane... Never mind.

Goodbye, Seattle.

It never even rained. What a rip-off.

Mr. Botwin, our sensors indicate that you've
experienced a sudden loss of tire pressure.

Hello? Mr. Botwin? Hello?

Why didn't anybody tell me
how awesome college is?

'Cause you were never gonna go.

It would just be mean, like telling
a blind person how awesome colors are.

Shut up.
I may not be academic smart, but I'm smart.

I started my own business. I read.

To old dudes in your underwear.

- That's it. You're going down.
- That what the old man said?

Catlike reflexes.

Perfect, considering you're a total pussy.

Tell that to Pilar.

Who's the blond? Is that his brother?

Please. They look nothing alike.

I bet they're doing it with each other.

Well, whatever their relationship is,

they are clearly not equipped
to raise a baby.

Oh, my God, they just spilled croutons
on his blankie.

What if he's gluten-intolerant?

- What's gluten?
- Shut up, Cheryl.

No bread!

I was getting into trouble
while you were still wetting the bed.

Yeah, stealing video cameras
and knocking up your deaf girlfriend.

Gangster.

Face it, Silas,
we're hardcore and you're PG-13.

What's your point?

You're the blond sheep of this family.
I think you were adopted.

I wish. That would be awesome.

Check, please?

You going to work?

Fuck the hotel.

I'm going back to school.

My God, in all his glory,
I have not been a faithful servant.

In fact, I've been a pretty miserable servant.

You're hurting the tree.

I tried to read the Bible. I did.

But it always felt like
a much less awesome Lord of the Rings.

What are you writing, anyway?

My and Maria's initials.

I carved our names on our first date.
And I do it still.

Women appreciate the little things.

I would like to believe the whole thing.

Karma, an afterlife.

I would like to go to heaven,

have drinks with cool people
I never got to meet.

Mom, James Dean, Harriet Tubman,
Dad, Patrick Swayze.

I can't die like this.

I always wanted to be buried
with my banjo and snacks

and heartbroken women and dogs
throwing themselves on my grave.

I once loved a girl from the neighborhood,

named Rosa Galindo.

I carved her name, too.

Into Manuel Gonzalez's thigh.

God, please hear my prayers.

Let's kill him now.

If we leave soon, I can be home
for Julia's tap recital tomorrow.

I need a miracle. I need a miracle!

You're wasting your final moments.

I'm not supposed to die here. I know it.

Step in, guy. Save me, come on.

God has better things to worry about
than assholes like you.

This sucks so much.

Hello? What?

Yes, this is Shane Botwin.

The tire? Yes.

Remind me where I left it.

They found the van.

Holy shit. That's so spooky.

- Are we still gonna kill him?
- No!

I think God wants him alive.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, okay.

Where's mine?

You said you didn't want anything.

You could have got me something.
A fish sandwich of contrition.

Penance fries.

An "I'm sorry I ruined
your new career" McMuffin.

Let's face it, Andy. You would have
screwed it up within a week.

What?

You don't actually want what you can have.

That's why you want me,
'cause you can't have me.

None of you give a shit,
not really, and I get it.

Why learn about the world when within
seven seconds of opening your MacBook,

you could be in

a photo-realistic grenade battle
with an 8-year-old in Saginaw,

or watching under-aged
Hungarian gangbang videos?

But let's make a deal.

One hour, twice a week,
we're gonna be engaged.

Fight me.

Call me a liberal, elitist,
latte-sipping, socialist scumbag,

just care about something.

'Cause when you're done
whatever-ing your life away,

the world will absolutely
blow your fucking minds.

He is so right.

Let's begin.

You and I...

We'll never... Right?

Just say we'll never.

They all die, Andy.

I like you too much to want you to die.

Holy cow, you're right. They do all die.

Your pussy's a death sentence.

A penis flytrap.

You're Dr. Kavagian.

All right, then.

Wait. Esteban's not dead.

Not yet.

So, by not loving me,
you're actually saving me?

By not sleeping with you,
I'm probably saving you, yeah.

You have to release me, Nance.

This is the moment right now,
waiting for the number 43 bus.

Let me go. Release me.

Say, "It'll never happen."

- Come on. Do it!
- I can't.

Why not?

- I'm afraid.
- Of what?

- You know.
- No, I don't.

That you'll leave me.

Us.

Wait. So, really, then

I have all the power here.

Not you.

I suppose you do, yeah.

Yeah.

I have the power.

I have the power.

That said, you never know
what could happen in the future.

You have no idea
how long I've wanted to do that.

What's wrong with you?

Your mom won't release me.

We have to leave Seattle.

Okay. Why?

'Cause Uncle Andy was starting
to find his own thing. We can't have that!

We're on the run now, honey.
It's what we do.

And Silas fucked up with the license plates.

Yeah?

Are you the grandma?

You cunts followed me?

Excuse me just one second.

We don't use that word.

- "Grandma"?
- No, "cunt."

Or "grandma." We don't use either.
Can you deal with whatever this is?

Don't forget, I have the power.

I know you do.

Where are you going?

To get money and a car, or to take a train

to some quaint New England seaside village
and leave you all for good.

I haven't decided which.

I drink, too, sometimes.

Randy here will answer all your questions.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Have you seen Don? I need an advance.

Yeah. Have you met Don?
That's not gonna happen.

Shit.

Here's an idea. If you need money,
make your fucking drops.

You got more stuff, right?

Of course.

Joe. Joe.

Pick up, Goddamn it!

This is my room.

You see, I'm on the schedule.

Can I please have my money?

Unbelievable.

It's the boomerang.

Did Joe tell you?

Joe ain't have to tell me shit.

Changing the schedule last minute?

"Nathalie has to clean this room.
Nathalie has to clean that room."

I'm thinking, "This bitch must be bad off,
fucking a mini-heeb for better shifts."

Then I discovered your little packages.

Baller-ass drug dealer.

I'm leaving. I'm done.

You know the worst thing?

Now I feel like an idiot
for playing by the rules this whole time.

Fuck you.

Making me feel like a sucker
for trying to stay correct.

Look, it's all set up. You can take over.

Just give me today's money.

I could have bought one of these any time.

Toblerone.

They always felt like something
somebody like me ain't supposed to eat.

"Girl, it's for white people.

"Better get your black ass to the store
and buy a Kit Kat."

The money. Money, please.

No.

And I think you about to give me
them drugs, too.

The drugs you was gonna leave
for 812, 315, 1401.

I think that's what happens now.

I'm dry. I couldn't get anymore.

So you was gonna take the money
and leave these fools nothing?

You worse than I thought.

Fuck you, Latrice.

Really, fuck you!

You really ain't good at shit.

You should have somebody
clean up in 1212.

I left a mess in there.

Yeah. Could you take that? Thank you.

I have never felt as connected to anyone
as I feel to my babies.

The bond is that strong.

Oh, my God! I live for my babies!

Babies are the best.
You should have a baby.

I was gonna...
I was gonna have a baby with a wife.

Now I'm in Seattle with her, sexless.
Sexless in Seattle.

She says that I have the power, but I don't.
I have no power. I have no wife.

I have no bond.

My husband didn't leave me
for a 22-year-old.

He's living alone at the Oakwoods.

Just saying that he left me for a 22-year-old
is less embarrassing than the truth.

That he left me for

not me.

That's awful.

Now I'll never have another baby.

You can have one if you want to.

- Any celiac in your family?
- Who?

Galactosemia?

I don't think so.

Cystic fibrosis? Neurofibromatosis?

This is really weird dirty talk.

Sorry. We can do family histories later.
Put a baby in me.

Wait. What? No.
No, I can't have a baby with you.

Come on, shithead. Give me your sperm.
It doesn't cost you anything.

All right. All right, hold on. Hold on.

Yeah, I guess it'd be nice
to have my genes passed on.

Something of the immortal in that.

All right, what the hell? Let's make a baby.

Okay. One second.

One second. One second. God.

Yeah. Hello?

Will you promise to never leave us?

Yes, I'll promise.

Okay, then. I release you.

From what?

From whatever it is you say I...

No. Repeat.

I release you from all hopes
that we will ever be together.

I release you from all hopes
that we will ever be together.

And I admit

I've been leading you on sexually
and emotionally in order to keep you close.

Okay, I admit it. It'll never happen again.

It's over. Happy?

I'm not sure. I think you might be full of shit.

That's a distinct possibility.

You're an evil succubus. I'll see you soon.

What was all that?

Wrong number.

You have to go now, crazy clock.

The naked run is an empty ritual.

Streaking across campus for what?

Yeah, so we thought
that if we make it about something,

we can preserve the ritual,
but also save the world.

So we're gonna use our bodies
as protest signs.

What are you protesting?

- Offshore drilling.
- And date rape.

- Both of them. We couldn't decide.
- Yeah.

Don't drill oil,

or your date.

That's awesome! Write that down.

But what do you think the protest tonight
is gonna change?

You would like us to stay silent
and complacent, wouldn't you?

Yeah, shut up, news fatty.

It's just the school paper.
I don't really care either way.

Typical media bias. Forgive us for caring.

Get the hell out of here, man.

Wow! You are so passionate, Mike.

Fuck.

One sec. What?

When? But I...

No! What happened to the van?

No. No.

No!

What was that?

Nothing.

Kimmie...

Yeah?

Can I borrow your car?

I have been saved. You saw.
You have to feed me.

You're playing with hellfire here, assholes.

I'm just saying that I'm clearly a chosen one.
And I think...

A fry.

A minivan.

Andy was really gonna do it, huh?
The kids, the family, the whole bit?

I once had kids.

I once had a home, kids, 500 CD changer,

now I'm eating floor fries.

Well, at least God wants me alive.

That's something.

Silas! You got a car!

You are the hero of this family!

No, I just borrowed it.
I came to say goodbye. Goodbye.

- Open the trunk.
- No!

I'm staying.

Open the trunk. I'll give you a Toblerone.

You said this was my decision.

That was before.

Silas, you've only known her
for a couple of days,

and this is crisis time here,
so open the fucking trunk.

Sweetie.

Sweetie.

I want you to pull around to the room
so we can pack.

And I'm... I'm sorry.
I bet she was completely adorable.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Hey! How's my car?

Yeah, it's cute. I like the dream catcher.

It caught me you.

So, I'll see you tonight?

I'll be there.

So, what happened after I left?

Andy!

We got to go, now!

Can't help but be impressed, huh?

- Whoa, were you in a fight?
- Where's Shane?

I sent him to the vending machine
for fleeing snacks.

Out now. Dry. Go. Bring Stevie.

Shit!

Shit.

This is Shawn.
You must be old if you're not texting.

So leave a message, Mom.

Shane, wherever you are, hide!

Andy, stay in here with Stevie!
Don't come out!

- Leave a message.
- Shit!

Silas, drive away. Danger.

Danger, danger.

Danger.

Danger. Danger.

Now this is just depressing.

There's a very dangerous man...

You ripped my ear.
Now I can't wear earrings.

When you ain't got no hair, that's your flair!

Yeah, bitch have ear flaps now!

Open up. Sheriff's department.

Sheriff? Shit!

- Hello! Wait! Hello!
- Shit.

Quenton, what the hell are you doing?

- I have a warrant!
- What?

You dumb motherfucker!

One second!

- Hi.
- That's her. That's the grandma.

I'm with King County
Child Protective Services.

Is there a male infant living here?

Andy!

Where's Avi? And where's Randy?
That asshole promised me a baby.

Yes!

He peed on my pee. We crossed streams.

This looks weird.

Excuse me just one second.

Will you handle this? Please handle this.

Hello? Shane!

- Where are you?
- Look, baby, don't be mad.

Look, this fool just left
his 18-wheeler unlocked.

You've ruined something beautiful,
you dumb motherfucker!

Now, look, bitch.

Fuck off!

- Baby, why aren't you talking to me?
- Shane!

Come on. Our love can move past all this!

- Shane? Shane!
- Open up, bitch.

Mom. The fuckers got me.

You fucked up my ear!