Weeds (2005–2012): Season 7, Episode 2 - From Trauma Cometh Something - full transcript

Previously on "Weeds"...

Ms. Botwin, you are to be
released to a halfway house,

where you will serve out
the rest of your sentence

or until you have proven
yourself rehabilitated.

Zoya,
they're releasing me.

I've been saving these
for myself.

I want you to have them.

Make a plan for both of us.

We are standing in
the Free State of Christiania.

You will never puppeteer
in Copenhagen again!

Go home. There will not
be any good photos today.



Come on, Gunder.

I've doubled the sales
of your weird flower water.

She's out?

She's in a halfway house
in Washington Heights.

Nancy Botwin?
You have a visitor.

Lipschitz.

They found Esteban's body
in prison. You're safe now.

I'm Counselor Ed.

We can perform supervised
random drug tests.

You come in late,
you seal your fate.

What are you doing?
Scavenger hunt.

Thank you, Zoya.

She said, "Don't tell anyone I'm out."

So, you called us right away?



Isn't it enough
I'm raising her child?

Annancy!

What did he call me?

Aunt Nancy.

She went to jail for me.

Now she's out,
so I'm going to find her.

I should come, too.
Ticket.

One for you, too, Doug.

I'm not left behind?

You're all going?

She's just gonna
fuck you up again.

No, she's not.

She's been rehabilitated.

Shut the fuck up and get
your naked ass in the kitchen.

Now grab the blender.

That's right.

Put in some yogurt and frozen
fruit and some apple juice.

Yeah.

Now stick your dick in it
and mix it up.

You feel them fruit chunks

crashing all up
against your balls?

Now get your cock in that hole
right in the middle there

where it su--

Hi.

New roommate here.

Sorry to get in the way
of romance,

but it's been a long day,
and I need to sleep.

Egg beater. Wow.
Ouch.

But...if it gets you there, fine.

Do it. Amen.

Don't forget to turn off all
appliances when you're done.

Safety first.

Bye, battery.

Bitch!
That was a big mistake.

I get crazy when I'm tired.

Third time this month
our phone has gone missing.

New girl probably took it.

Sadly, I have no one to call
and make phone smoothies with.

Ed...can I talk to you for a sec?

Um...

I need more time out of here.

I have to go
and look for a job, right?

I-I have to...go find a job.

Yes. Yes, you do.

And we happen
to have an interview

lined up for you this morning.

You do?

Midtown.
Mandatory attendance.

You go straight there,
straight back, no stopping.

Give you two hours.

Four?
Three.

And a half?
I'm new to the city.

I could get on the wrong train.

I really have to
get my bearings.

You need to get
a time-stamped signature

from the interviewer,

both time of arrival
and time of departure.

And if you land the job,
which I surely hope you will,

you sign over 25% of your salary
for living expenses.

And if I don't...land it?

Got to pay your way
if you want to stay.

Don't you...want to know what it's for?

The interview.
Yes.

So curious. Duh.

Lamp repair.

Love lamps, radios,
anything electrical...

Except chairs.

Electric chair...

Um...

Does it pay well,
the lamp-repair business?

It pays shit.

That said, it's better
than actually cleaning shit,

which is what
most inmates end up doing.

You can't wear that.

What?

Whatever this slinky,
fancy hooker thing is.

The man's a religious Jew.

What am I supposed to wear?

Compliments of the women
at new light Korean baptist.

1:30. No excuses.

Come back even a half
a bajilli-second late...

You seal your fate.
I-I get it.

Do you have anything
without shoulder pads?

You've reached the sarge.

I'm knee-deep in the muck.
Leave a message.

Hi.

Y-you don't know me,

but I have something
that belongs to you,

something with a-a bang.

I'm coming to your apartment
in an hour

or, uh, an hour and a half,

so I would be there
if I were you, okay?

Goodbye.

Botwin --
B-O-T-W-I-N.

Might be under Reyes.

Ask them
if there's a bathroom.

No, ask them if we can
have breakfast with her.

Okay. Could everybody
just quit hounding me?

Trying to talk to Clayman here.

This place smells worse
than Christiania.

Whatever. You're not even
supposed to be here.

I came for work.

Right. Suddenly,
when we leave,

you decide to remake
your career in New York.

Please,
just admit you miss mom.

Be a man.

Think it's a fire drill?

Maybe someone's trying to climb
out of the sewer pipe

like in "Shawshank"!

No, it happens all the time.

Uh, take a seat in the common room.

We'll let her know you're here.

Downstairs only.

Upstairs is off-limits for non-residents.

Should we sit or stand?

I'm actually a little nervous.

Don't be.
She's not coming.

How do you know?

She bolted out the back door.

What? Nance?

Who do you think
set off the alarm?

She saw me.
She made direct eye contact.

Did she see all of us?
What do you think?

Well, you know, it's daunting,

the whole
family-reunion thing.

She probably just needed to take
a walk, get a little fresh air.

Or doppelganger.

My doppelganger works
at a Blimpie's in St. Louis.

Well, whatever. I'm leaving.
I got to do stuff.

What stuff?
Uh, career stuff.

Modeling for a gay flower water
isn't a career.

Oh, right.

Putting on puppet shows
with your girlfriend

is way more legitimate.

Marionettes.

See you guys later.

Oh, hold on.
I'm going, too.

I'm sorry, man, but this place,

it just reminds me too much
of that freaky whore house

we went to in Amsterdam.

What the hell?
What happened to Team Botwin?

We made a collective decision
to greet the woman we love.

Sure.

Maybe she possibly -- let's say
probably -- fled from us.

Who in this room
hasn't fled? Hmm?

It's a family flaw --
fleeing --

which is why I say we stick it out,

set up camp, play some jenga,
maybe make a sign.

"Willkommen hjem, Nancy."

Who's with me?

I got a college buddy.

We used to get high and streak
the special-collections library.

I think he lives in Manhattan.

Split a cab?

I'm taking the subway, Doug.

Maybe we should have
stayed in Copenhagen.

Oh, you too, now?

You know what?
Come with me.

Where are we going?

Just keep your head down.

Follow Uncle Andy.

Hello?

Who?

Me.

Do you think that jacket
is ironic?

It's totally not ironic.

You have no idea
how ironic this jacket is.

What did you say
you were in prison for?

Oh, I thought you weren't
allowed to ask me that.

I'm not judging.

A tax break is a tax break
is a tax break.

So long as you're reformed,
right?

Let me guess.

Some schnook boyfriend
got you into trouble?

Could you not, um,
play with that?

It's delicate.

If I leave my stuff up
at the house, it gets stolen,

so it's -- it's my stuff.

You seem nervous.
No.

M-maybe just don't rock it
back and forth...like that.

Okay?
It's an old bag.

Can't afford a new one.

My nephew got caught smuggling
ecstasy out of Canada.

Used suitcases like this one.

The zipper on the one was bad,

and it popped open
right in front of security.

Ah, so stupid.

How's your zipper?
No, don't!

Oy.

I take it
I'm not getting the job.

You're too nervous
for the lamp business.

You make me nervous.
I'm sorry.

Right.

Find anything?

Yeah.
Mom wears glasses now.

They're real.
Yeah.

It's probably a defense move

'cause you can't
hit a girl with glasses.

What is this girl, a collector?

Geez.

I thought you weren't allowed to
have this much stuff in prison.

Apparently mom has all her
stuff -- clothes, shoes.

Hmm.

Isn't this a puzzle?

Puzzled solved.

Wow.
What? A vibrator?

Makeshift vibrator
carved out of soap? Shiv?

Letters I wrote mom
from Copenhagen.

Ohh! That's so sweet.

See? Aren't you glad
we came here?

Oh, let's hang this up for her.

If she wanted to hang pictures
of us, she would have.

Unh-unh.

She just hasn't had time
to decorate.

Here.

There.

- Much better.
- You touching my shit?

Hi. Andrew Botwin.

Uh, brother-in-law.
General misfit.

You're Nancy's roommate?

You're not supposed to
be in here.

She's gonna get a strike
if they find you. You open that?

No, definitely not.
Why would I need to?

I have most of those recipes
memorized.

Beef bourguignon -- two cups
beef stock, one sprig --

You tell anybody
what you saw in there,

and I'm gonna stick a blade
in your sister's liver.

All right.
That's a little extreme.

How's Nancy doing?

Yeah, yeah.

We want anecdotes,
funny details, new habits.

Bitch fucked my boyfriend
with an egg beater last night.

How's that?

What?
Hmm.

Um...

This is Nancy's son, Shane.

Very close to his mother.

I'm sorry.
Did you say egg beater?

Yeah. She did it with a nice,
quiet, soft voice, like this.

You're disgusting.

Huh. Okay. Hi, there.

I'm late
for my anger management.

We're making vision boards.

Got to...cut out pictures
of my hopes and dreams.

You better get the fuck out!

All right.

See you around?

Yeah. You'll be seeing
much more of me.

I'll be here for Nancy,
obviously,

but, you know,
maybe if there's extra time...

Cool.

Oh, boy.
I miss American women.

I'm sure she was kidding
about the blade comment.

She's a fellow foodie, for Christ's sake.
She stole your wallet.

What?! Holy crap, my tour-guide
license was in there.

Mr. Botwin.

Hi. I'm Nancy.

I'm Zoya's --
I know who you are.

I was hoping
we could make a trade.

You were hoping
or Zoya was hoping?

I'm here as a free agent.

Means "pomegranate" in French.

Grenade.

Where's the rest of them?

Somewhere safe.
Far away.

You know how dangerous
something like this can be?

M26 high-velocity frag

with a 15-meter
kill radius.

Does that send a shiver
down your spine?

Uh, nerves of steel.

Steel's fine.

But enough about me.
Let's talk business.

You trying to fuck with me?

Hmm?

Free agent?

What the fuck is that?!

Don't get mad at me. Zoya's
the one who stole your shit.

Think I didn't know that?

She's a klepto with sociopathic
tendencies, but I love her.

If she hadn't have set
that cheating asshole on fire,

I would have done it myself.

Well, FYI, she wanted me
to sell your grenades

to some...guy in the mob
named Yev -- Yevgeny.

So, you should be thanking me.

I could be in Brighton Beach
right now.

So...

What do you want?
You want money?

You want a microwave?

I got motorcycles
in the garage.

I want weed.

I traffic Sony PSPs,
ramen noodles, not drugs.

Oh, okay.
What's that?

Personal.
Recreational.

I hear you get great shit
from Afghanistan.

Ha.
I got a buddy over there.

He puts a little extra
on the plane for me

and the guys in admin,
but...that's gone.

Down to my last couple joints.

Can you get more?

If I felt like
it was worth my while...

Maybe.

I figure 40, 50 pounds

should be enough to start.

After I move that,

we can talk about opening up
a permanent pipeline.

We split 70/30.
How does that sound?

It sounds like
you got a lot of plans.

No.

I have no plans.

I-I have, uh,
a halfway house

that wants 25%
of an imaginary salary.

I have a family that decided
to ambush me this morning.

I have a 4-year-old
who thinks I'm his aunt.

Social status lower
than homeless people

and crack addicts.

No.
No, I have no plans.

One pound.
That's all I can get.

10.
One.

Zero if you don't bring me
that suitcase.

And 60/40.

What choice do I have?

Free taste?

It's on the house.

No, no.
I really have to go.

I really, really
have to get going.

Oh, that's
Hans Christian Andersen's house.

So, how can I help you today,
Mr. Guinard?

Guinard.

Is that Danish?

No. It's an homage.

Fascinating.

Continue.

Well, I just got into town,
like, literally today.

I haven't even checked
into a hotel.

Adorable! Go on.

And Jorgen --

Do you know Jorgen?
He was my agent in Europe.

He's the one
who gave me your name.

Love Jorgen!

That fucking scarf he wears?

Yeah.

Love!

Get to the point.

So, I guess...

I was just hoping
that maybe --

and I know
that you're really busy --

but maybe you would consider
taking me on as a client.

And I know that I'm new
to the whole New York scene,

but I do have tons
of experience --

Not just the elderflower thing.

I did a-a P.S.A. for domestic violence.

Well, not for.
Duh.

Uh, against, definitely.
Anti-violence.

Wow.

I am really
jet-lagged right now.

Did you, uh,
want a-a reel?

'Cause I could totally
get one together for you --

Let me stop you right there.

Okay.

How old are you?

24.

And you've been modeling
for how long?

3 years -- 2 1/2.

In Copenhagen.

And other small
European cities.

Mr. Guinard...

I am sure the whole

"naive farmboy
meets teen heartthrob" vibe

worked for you
in the Nordic hinterlands,

but you're
in New York City now.

You're but a wee tin soldier
in a land of chiseled he-gods.

Yeah, I will, uh,
I will start at the bottom.

Shitty mail-order
catalogs --

I think we're done here.
Come back five years ago.

Wait, wait, wait.
I'm not usually this...

And plus my mom
just got out of prison,

which I know is no excuse,

but I'm a really,
really hard worker,

and I really do
photograph well,

and I know
that this industry is all...

Yeah, whatever,
vanity and massive egos,

but that's not me.

I'm not like that.

I will work my ass off,

and I think it's a nice ass,

and I'm maybe a type
that you don't already have,

something different --

Someone different.

Right.

I...can take that.

I'll hold onto this,

circulate it around,

see if anyone bites.

Yes, yes!
Bite me!

Right. Fluster.
Time to go.

Are we in trouble?

No.

Oh, okay,
'cause your face --

It's just my default face.

I'm actually glad
you boys snuck in.

Oh, no, no.
We -- we didn't --

Please.

It's sweet, your concern.

You want to know what happened,

if Nancy's still
the same old Nancy.

Is she?

Highly unlikely.

Well, we know
about the glasses.

What else?

A haircut?
Knuckle tattoos?

Think about it this way.

Nancy just got back from
three years living in a cage

eating nothing but liver
and Lima beans.

She's had daily "bend, squat, spread,
and cough" checks.

She's probably witnessed
rape, torture,

face rape, gang rape...

Lots of rape.

Okay, we get it.

I don't think you do.

"Your inmate:
What to expect."

When I got out, I was angry,
distant, aggressive.

You were in prison?

Yes.

And it changes a man...
Woman.

Nancy.

So...what?

You're saying we should be
wearing helmets around her now?

I'm saying,

from trauma cometh...

Something.

Uh...

Drama?

From trauma cometh...

Oh, I'm off today.

I'm gonna go put in the video.

Do you think mom's gonna be
different -- like, hardened?

I'm sure he's just talking about men's prison.

Lady prison's
all hair-braiding --

Wallet stealing.
Pillow fighting.

What the hell's that?

Knock it off!

Knock it off!
Looks like Pigtails is in trouble.

I ran away.

I was just, like, instinctual,

because -- 'cause they were
doing so well, you know?

And Silas -- can you believe
Silas is a model?

It makes sense.
He was always the hot one.

He was always way better-looking
than all of his friends.

Shane -- Shane is old.

Shane is, what, like 18?

Probably shaves every day.
Dates women.

Wears...

musky cologne.

You smell like Zoya.

Is that weird
that I can smell you?

Doug "Rocket-Man" Wilson!

Whit "The Toad" Tillerman!

Hey, come here!
Shit!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, I thought
you disappeared on me, dude.

Hey!

You play?

You know, I got the travel bug.

I had to get out of the 'burbs.

Lived in a beach cottage
for a while, surfed,

did the Copenhagen thing,
you know.

Fucking iconoclast.

Freewheeling Dougie Wilson,
huh?

Living the dream.

Oh...

Fucking "A"!

Nice one!

Hey.

Are you still in the game?

Nah. No, man.

Tapped myself out.
Retired.

Oh, I envy you, man.

I can't get out.
I'm too addicted.

It's like -- it's like crack,
making money.

Fuck, you are too
fucking good, man.

Like I could ever beat
the rocket-man at a sport.

Ah, no, it's beginner's luck.

Good hand-eye coordination,
that's all.

Yeah, right.

Hey, what are you doing
tomorrow?

I'm getting baked,
eating Italian subs,

banging bridge
and tunnel chicks.

Sweet.

But I want you to come by
my office, all right?

Promise me that you will
come by my office.

It's not really
my scene anymore.

Suit-and-tie thing
totally depresses me.

Dougie, please.
Come on, it's me.

I'm begging you.
Just stop by.

I want you to meet some people,
I'll introduce you around.

We got a killer
lunch spread. Huh?

Yeah, all right.
Why not?

Doug fucking Wilson!

Ooh, yeah! We're back!

I never smoke.

By the way,
why don't you have an accent?

I watched more TV.

I think you should slow down.

What am I doing here?

I'm -- they're probably
at the house, like, like,

waiting for me,

or they've gone away,
like, like...birds.

What time is it?

What does --
what does that say?

It's almost 1:00.

No.
Hmm?

No.

Want more noodles?

No. Oh, God.

How long does it take
to get from Queens

to Washington Heights?

40 minutes.

Oh, shit.
I got to go.

Don't forget my grenades.

What? Oh, yeah.
I can't forget. "Grenades."

Weed for grenades,

'cause you're gonna give me weed
for grenades.

You remind me of her.

Who?

Your sister.

Every year,

over 600,000 criminals are
released back into society.

For many inmates,

life in the outside world
can be disorienting.

Even simple tasks like
going to the grocery store

or riding the bus can feel
foreign, unfamiliar.

And don't worry if your inmate
appears preoccupied,

shut off, easily aggravated.

This is a result

of what's called "prison
survivalist mentality."

Be patient.

Reopening the doors
of emotion can take time.

The ultimate goal, however,

is to break the cycle
of criminality,

to prevent a relapse

into the self-destructive
behavior

that initially led to
your inmate's incarceration.

Okay.

Nancy Botwin...

Reporting for duty.

Look at that.
1:30.

On...the dot.

Remember --

Physical contact
can be jarring at first.

Learn to respect
your inmate's boundaries,

and they'll learn
to respect yours.

Shane!

Oh, my God!

I missed you so much.

Come here.
Come give me a hug.

Come here.

Oh, God, you're so tall!

Oh, look at your hair!

It's so soft.
Where -- where's Silas?

He's resting.
Uh...

Nance, we have to get you
out of here.

Oh, I know, huh?

They're taking Pigtails
back to prison.

I don't know
what happened exactly,

but there was fighting,

and then they zip-tied her,
and now she's gone.

And also, did you know

67% of all criminals
get re-arrested?

Wait a second.

Are you, uh...

What?

No. No. Cut it out.

Since when do you smoke?

It's just a little bit, okay?

Oh.

Nance, so, is that --

is that why
you were avoiding us all day,

to smoke a bowl with
some new crime buddies or...

Did you?
What?

Avoid us?
Yes.

Mommy was a little embarrassed,

so I smoked a little bit of pot

with a very nice guy
from the army.

Mom.
What?

How was Europe?
Did I ask you that already?

Mom.

Do you want to come look
at the vending machines?

Mom.
What?

Mm.

Hi.

I made it, my curfew --
right on the dot.

I even signed a little heart
next to my name.

Did you see it?

It's time to go.

Well, where am I going?

Urine sample, drug-test kit,
in my office -- now.

♪ I'm dead and gone ♪

♪ I'm buried deep ♪

♪ I pray the lord ♪