‘Weeds’ recap: Let’s make a deal
With the Labor Day break out of the way, we are nearing the end of the road here, folks. There’s just one more episode of Weeds left. Prepare yourself for a Silas drought (though you can always order him up shirtless on on-demand), no more funny cracks from Andy, and (thankfully) an end to Doug’s endless racist rants. As for our fair matriarch? All season long, we’ve seen Nancy Botwin dig a hole for herself deeper than the one burrowed in the back of her store, but now it’s all coming to a head. Her world is teetering on the brink of collapse and threatening to drag her down, along with all those she works and lives with.
We ended the last episode with a meeting. This week, we got a deal. Naively perhaps, Nancy scheduled a sit-down with Captain Till, thinking it would be one-on-one. Cops, of course, work in pairs, so that wasn’t happening, and Agent Shlatter listened in nearby. “So your word is s—,” Nancy barked while futzing with a Rubik’s Cube. Captain Till barely blinked, even when she read her list of requested “assurances.” Namely, that no one finds out the information came from her. With that came other demands, like if there was a bust, her “people” would not go down, that her name would not appear on any paperwork, and that her family would not go into witness protection. Having Guillermo in his sights kept Captain Till interested and accommodating, and finally he got some key information: “There’s a tunnel.”
Also coming to the end of her rope, Celia wasn’t feeling the low-rent rehab she was forced into, and hearing stories from one of the group’s more pathetic members made the picture that much more clear. “I thought I hit bottom,” she told her fellow addicts, “but after hearing your stories, I realize it could be so much worse. The truth is, none of you have any chance in hell of pulling your lives together.” By the end of her declaration, Celia seemed convinced that only she stood any chance at starting over. And with that realization, she bolted. “Stupid-ass bitch,” said the group leader. Clearly, no love lost there.
Speaking of asses, Andy’s looked absolutely scrumptious to Maria, who walked in on him rinsing off in the outdoor shower. “You have been in my dreams,” she told him. He tried to shrug off the confession with one of his own, which involved Lou Dobbs of all people (on the other hand, maybe it’s not so odd, since the CNN vet does love to talk immigration policy). There was no tap-dancing around what Maria had in mind, so she just came out with it. “Make love to me,” she pleaded. “Doug is not the man for me. You are.” Give the man props for at least trying to uphold the “bros before hos” rule, but with his package cupped in his hand, chanting Lou Dobbs’ name wasn’t going to do much in the way of physiological deterrence, and so Andy dove in.
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