Previously on Weeds...
I used to be in the drug business...
- With whom? - A small company,
but I'm looking to get back into the field.
- Who are you here for? - My dead brother's wife.
I fucked her sister up against the wall of her room.
Wow.
I see you -- up there, watching me.
- I'm, uh -- I'm a rabbi. - So?
Thinking like a mouse. Think like a king.
We're starting a charity? That does what?
I don't know, but last week,
Vehement donated a buttload of money to it.
Holy shit.
That sitar was George Harrison's.
It's amazing how much you can buy at an auction
with a shitload of charity money.
Do you have plans tonight?
You want me to meet your mom?
You're a lot alike. She's really intense.
That's a perversely sweet thing to say.
I'm pregnant.
Get a job.
This is what your company makes.
- Maritor. - It's synthetic pot. Like drinking near beer.
The marijuana pill.
If you're hired, you'll have access to this whole wing.
Got to show me you got the goods.
Won't be a problem.
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Bear-head pancakes! Bear-head pancakes!
Thank you, mommy.
So, honey, just like in Busytown,
everyone has a job to do, like the dog that's a policeman
and the pink mouse that drives her tow truck.
Here's butter.
Uh, today Silas and mommy are starting --
Here, you read. My eyes are shit.
What are you two doing?
Are you gonna wear that? What's wrong with this?
Yeah, it's in there. You're cool.
Did I say Yoda? I meant Yogi... Bear.
Yum. Eat the bear!
It's an office, mom.
I know it's an office. I've worked in an office.
When did you work in an office?
- Black shoe polish? - Junk drawer.
Before... Doug's scam... hedge-fund place... thing.
That was an office.
That is not a real office.
You have to look appropriate.
It was a real office, and I do...
Look a-appropriate.
Jill, sweater.
It's mine anyway. Off.
- Say "please." - Please.
You look up the list on my phone.
You read, I'll pull.
Okay.
Pineapple, all soft cheeses,
sprouts, raw meats, tuna.
What are you doing?
Hey, that's my goat's milk brie. That's expensive.
Put -- Oh, my God.
See you in nine months, sprouts.
Y-you've got to be kidding me.
What? You think I'm too long in the tooth?
Well, praise the lord and pass the stretch-mark cream!
I'm still fresh on the inside.
Congratulations.
Shouldn't be late for work. First impressions.
Congratulations, guys.
Come on. Mom.
Okay.
SmithJohnson.
Helping people live better tomorrows today.
Okay. Great. What's next?
Well, what's next is, evidently,
they're sending you out today to make sales calls.
And without the three-week orientation
all the rest of us had to do.
And... without any sales-rep experience.
And your drug is Maritor?
I have Nexxol and Argimet.
If they wanted me to add Maritor,
they could have just --
I spot perfection!!
Hi, Deb. How we doing this morning?
- Morning! - Nancy Botwin.
Mark Powell, regional manager.
Heard many good things. Very glad to have you on board.
Thanks! Glad to be here.
I hear you're our one-woman grassroots effort
to revive Maritor, and I do mean grassroots.
Okeydokey. Good luck out there.
I'll tell you what, Nancy.
For today, why don't we start with just this one?
Same building I'll be in most of the day.
Super nice, easy to see, loves reps --
I mean, he'll just talk your ear right off if you let him.
He's -- he's basically a --
Total asshole, with hate, rage, and disdain for all we do?
Maybe?
I think we would be remiss
if we gave you a false sense of what this job entails.
It's not exactly selling lipstick at Macy's.
We can re-group at the end of the day
and compare notes... Bandage wounds.
Ready for battle.
Anything you need for growing, they'll get for you.
Nutrients, supplies. Just ask Tom.
He'll do a requisition form lickety-split.
I mean, this is place is awesome, right?
I'm Craig.
- Silas. - Air!
It's cool.
I was in his air.
I... don't think that'll hurt the plants.
He doesn't like to be hot.
CO2!
You got to talk on a parallel plane to the trays.
You know, carbon dioxide.
He knows. Now he knows, Zachary.
Just keep it on a parallel plane.
Better to not talk at all, though.
See you at lunch.
♪ Ooh
So, I figured you're my best shot for employment --
Jew to Jew.
As you can see on my résumé,
I have substantial rabbinical exper--
well, perhaps not to so much substantial experience
as, uh, substantial time spent attending rabbinical school --
shirking military service, to be honest.
But I do have a solid lifetime of...
informal counseling experience, so I could serve as an advisor
or a rabbinical assistant, if you need one.
I can dust off the ark, vacuum carpets,
keep the siddurim piled neatly.
I -- or even cook!
I'm not averse to, uh,
feeding the flock literally as well as spiritually.
I make a light, fluffy latke.
Not many know how to keep, uh,
the potatoes from becoming greasy and leaden.
That's a skill. I know this is all over the place.
But, uh, I'm gonna be a... father soon,
so, um [Chuckles] getting a job has become, mm,
more of a priority in the past... six hours.
A father? Andy, mazel tov!
All right.
- Mazel tov! - I think so.
And this is with the, uh -- the sister of the sister-in-law.
The wall of the, uh -- the hospital, no
Yes! Yes! Double-sister-in-law.
I forgot we -- We talked about that.
Uh... that was a rough patch back there,
but we're better now.
So, you're gonna get married, then?
I'm -- yeah... Sure. Married.
That's good. That's good.
So that must put into perspective
the other matters with um... With your Nancy, then, right?
It would just settle things, then.
I suppose. I mean, yeah, it does.
Clarifies.
Yes. Absolutely.
That's good.
That's really -- that's....
It's -- it's the hand of fate, really.
So...
Andy, there is a job that I know of
that I think you might be perfect for.
Do you like kids?
Love 'em. Can't get enough of 'em.
Hello, hello, and --
Good afternoon, tweens of temple mishkon shalom!
I'm your new director of spiritual life, moreh Andy.
And this is afternoon discussion time.
Where's moreh Avi?
Is moreh Avi dead?
Did you murder moreh Avi?
Why did you murder moreh Avi?
He was so young!
And gay.
Ha ha, yes.
Moreh Avi, uh, I'm told, is alive and well and, uh,
pursuing his massage-therapy license
in Tempe, Arizona, now.
I'm sure he thanks you for your concern.
- Are you a rabbi? - Where did you study?
- You're not that young. - Do you want to massage us?
I think we still need proof that moreh Avi's alive.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Don't move. No one move.
What are you doing?
Get the flag. Quick, get the flag! Go!
Here. All right.
Oh, I'm -- good luck.
Oh, thanks.
Morning.
Morning! Hi.
I'm Nancy from SmithJohnson, and...I brought muffins.
Thank you so much!
You got the coffee-cake ones.
Girls, muffins!
Yum.
So, as I said before, I'm from SmithJohnson,
and I was hoping
that Dr. Cornish might have a few minutes to --
Oh.
Muffins!
Oh. Okay. Um...
Can I just, uh, leave you with some samples
and get the doctor's signature?
Okay?
Um, let me just...
I have chip clips and magnets.
Oh, hi! Dr. Cornish.
Hi. I'm Nancy.
The medical office of Dr. James Cornish
does not accept solicitors of any kind.
A repeat violation of this rule will be grounds for trespassing,
and security will be called.
Thank you.
I gave you muffins.
Okay. You know what? I changed my mind.
No muffin for you.
No muffin for you!
Now no muffins for anyone!
Give it!
For anyone until everyone...
gets some manners.
Learns a thing or two about hospitality...
Social niceties, how to treat people.
Okay?
I'm gonna leave you with some pens.
All right? Have a nice day.
Feel better.
Who's out there?
It's not who. It's what.
Uh, what'd they give you for defense?
Sticks, mace?
We need a plan.
Okay.
I don't know. That might work. Probably not.
'Cause they could smash the windows.
Their claws are pretty sharp.
Whose claws?
Uh, I think I heard him. No reason to be scared.
All the instructors have weapons.
I'm sure moreh Avi had a weapon. You just didn't see it.
Like a knife strapped to his leg.
He was former Mossad, if I recall.
You were lucky to have him on your side.
That man was a killing machine.
What the hell's going on?
You're safe with me.
I know jujitsu and some krav maga --
Israeli hand-to-hand combat.
I'll teach you the basic moves today
in case you run into him in the woods.
You don't ever go out there alone, right?
Never go out there alone, unless you have a weapon.
I'll help you so your hands will be your weapon.
In the meantime, uh, nevi'im rishonim, book of kings,
Melachim, page 593, verses 23 and 24.
While you're looking, I'll paraphrase.
Uh, basically, this guy, Elisha,
was walking to Bethel one balmy afternoon
when two boys sauntered up
and began to tease him about being bald.
"You're so bald, I should rub your head to see the future.
"You're so bald, when you wear a turtleneck,
you look like roll-on deodorant,"
or their version of deodorant, which was, I believe,
at the time,
a smooth, moist rock on a stick scented with myrrh.
Anywho,
Elisha was very sensitive about his hairless pate,
and in the name of the Lord, cursed the boys.
And guess what happened.
What?
Okay, and I swear it says this --
you can read it for yourself 'cause it's bonkers.
Two bears came out of the woods
and mauled the boys and 40 other children.
42 dead kids, ripped to shreds by a pair of angry bears.
It's nuts, right?
Kids slaughtered by bears for teasing a bald guy --
and not just the teasing kids but 40 other kids, too.
Why? What's the point?
How are we supposed to interpret this story,
and why would we want to?
Wait, so the whole locking the door thing,
that was bunch of crap, right?
You were just messing with us?
Well, you were being a dick,
and I was taking precautions in case the Bible's literal
and there's bears coming after you.
But the Torah's not literal, is it?
It's something to work off of.
It's a place to start to have discussions.
However, I am serious about the krav maga.
So let's talk about the bear story and not being a dick,
and then I'll totally show you some moves.
Who wants to read?
Mm.
Ah, Shane, hey. Congratulations.
Come meet my mother.
Shane, this is my mother, Mary.
Hi, Mrs. Mullen. Nice to meet you.
Shane, at last we meet.
Did Angela tell you her happy news?
She's been assigned to the 13th, her father's old precinct.
I couldn't be prouder.
Where are you headed?
Nowhere yet.
I have an age requirement. I have to wait a year.
But I heard I can get some private-security work, though,
maybe at a mall or something.
Certainly you can do better than security work.
- One-- - Mom.
- Maybe we could find your family and -- - I didn't invite them.
Didn't want to take the chance that they might not show up.
Fucking sardine can. How you doing?
I'm Mitch Ouellette.
Got to get out of here. You ready?
Would you like to join us for dinner?
We have reservations at --
The reservation is only for two.
I'm sure they wouldn't mind.
A four-top is a whole different kind of table.
It's impossible.
Yeah, those four-tops are really tough.
Nice to meet you both. Congratulations, Shane.
Angela. Come, honey.
What the fuck was that?
Come on. Let's take a ride. I got a gig for you.
We'll begin the bidding at $10,000.
$15,000, $20,000!
Do I hear $21,00 $21,000, $21,000! $21,000!
- Do I hear $22,000? - It's a comb. It's not worth --
- Did you walk on the moon? - $22,000!
Yeah, I didn't think so.
Do I hear $23,000? $23,000? $23,000.
Do I hear $24,000? $24,000!
Do I hear $25,000? $24,000 once.
$24,000 twice. Final warning.
- And the winning bid sold to paddle number 418 for $24,000! - Yay!
The certified Neil Armstrong comb and scissors collection
with 25 strands of the famous astronaut's hair.
Next from the NASA collection
is the flight-worn suit of captain Jim Wetherbee.
Mine! Mine, mine, mine!
Okay.
He bought it.
He can do whatever he wants with it.
You know, he must have been a little bit slimmer.
Maybe not a lot of carbs in that dehydrated food.
Whoo!
Danger, danger, Will Robinson!
Danger, danger!
3-3-6-9, 9-5, 4-4-2-1...
Oh, Houston, I have a lift-off.
Sir, your card has been declined.
- It says I have to seize it. - What?!
You're gonna need to get out of the suit.
Give me that card!
Oh.
Uh...
My bank informed me
that you and your bullshit state bureaucracy
are the parties responsible for freezing my accounts!
And now hundreds, if not thousands,
of homeless men and women will go without dinner tonight
because of your office's little snafu,
not to mention how many will be sleeping in dumpsters
because of this bureaucratic holocaust!
And I will not leave here --
Where exactly is the location of your facility, Mr. Wilson?
Old Sandwich, in the heart of the community,
where it's most needed.
Address?
River Road.
10.
12.
Could be 16.
I don't concern myself with those little details.
My primary concern is --
This is the location where you house and feed your clients?
- Yes. - That's an office park.
With beds inside.
Mr. Wilson, your foundation was granted a license
by the state of Connecticut
to operate a 60-bed facility for the homeless of this county.
Due to a complete lack of evidence that you are running said facility
but instead likely taking advantage of the tax status
and/or channeling nonprofit funds
into your own personal accounts,
an inquiry has been filed with the State's Attorney's office,
who then froze your assets, pending their investigation.
You have 48 hours to manifest a legitimate facility
and avoid prosecution for fraud.
Oh, I will manifest. You wait and see.
I will manifest the shit out of that legitimate facility.
And you have lipstick on your teeth.
So there!
Wow. It's clean.
Three minutes?
And I -- I brought lunch.
So, can I count on you to prescribe Maritor
to your next five cancer patients experiencing --
You broke my window. I could have you fired.
Uh, sorry about that. I'll pay for it.
I have impulse issues since my, uh, accident.
Frontal-lobe injury. Bullet's still in there.
Long story. Uh, duck hunters.
Anyhow, Maritor
Wait a second. Did you just say "duck hunters"?
It was really my fault.
Usually, I wear my orange vest when I go for walks...
- Right. - ...in those woods.
It was foggy. I don't blame them.
You just can't... Hold on to those things.
Release.
If I could do it over again, but...
Uh, back to Maritor.
Um, it's effective for insomnia...
Stop.
- Anxiety -- - Stop, stop. Stop, stop, stop.
Look, first things first.
What are your approved FDA indications?
M-my what?
Uh, is this your first day?
Um... Okay, so,
these are your FDA indications for your drug,
what it's approved for,
which is refractory nausea and vomiting
in patients undergoing chemotherapy.
- That's it. That is all -- - I --
that is all you are legally allowed to say.
And I know, but it's basically weed,
so everyone knows that it's --
If it is not an FDA-approved use,
you cannot talk about it.
I mean, I can off-label prescribe.
You can't off-label sell.
What's your name?
Nancy.
Nancy -- James. I'm s--
I don't even know why I'm helping you with this because,
as a rule, I abhor the pharmaceutical industry,
but this is important.
What you just did was against the law.
I mean, I know you have to get signatures,
but, you know, I'm sure you don't want to get caught up
in anything that's illegal, right?
Sure.
Nancy, I say this before you lose your soul --
find another job.
You don't want to get mixed up with these people.
They skirt the edges of the law,
they have kind of a ruthless focus on -- on profit
with practically no concern for the welfare of --
of -- of the patients th-- that they claim to be, um...
so selflessly serving.
What?
How long do you have for lunch?
Tuesday happy hour, Silas. It's kind of our thing.
Find out how much longer.
How much longer?
20 or 30 minutes.
- 20 or 30 minutes. - I'll be in the bar.
- Sir, one member of your party needs -- - Yeah.
Well... I'll stay.
- How long? - Right now, there's a 30-minute wait.
You went to Sacred Heart in Waterbury, right?
No.
- Really? - Really.
You look so familiar.
Greenwich Country Day, Exeter, P.A.?
I know I know you from one of them.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
School. Where'd you go to school?
Agrestic.
Huh. They didn't send me there.
Where is it?
California.
What the fuck?
I've been calling you.
I've got to get back to work. Here you go.
Nice talking to you.
Strike two.
Yeah.
Fresh meat?
Graduation day.
Intern?
Whatever you need.
Welcome, son. You've reached the inner circle.
Oh, boy.
So, I finally get in to see Dr. Jameson --
Terry Brennan was right. We've got a gold mine on our hands here.
Check it out, Deb. She landed Cornish.
Fuck.
Andy!
Andy, I need your help in here!
Oh, good. You can help me stir the...
Oh.
- Glass! Glass! - Freeze!
Oh! Aah!
Got it!
I'll set the table?
Wine. Someone get glasses.
I got them.
Unfreeze.
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