This episode finally saw Nancy get out from under the fascist boots of both the law and Zoya, only to land back in the kind of hot water with which she’s familiar: hot water that is full of rival drug dealers. This episode was all about subverting our expectations. Smart Shane did something stupid, competent Silas did something incompetent, and Doug Wilson actually did something helpful!
For reasons that are Freudian and gross, Shane wants to be the son Nancy relies on to run her drug empire. He thinks he can outsmart his crooked cop friend by printing out info on Pouncy House Party Rentals while “upgrading” a dim cop’s computer, but he cannot, and now he must arrest himself. I guess Nancy couldn’t keep him out of jail, after all.
The scene where he taunts Zoya about the dog hotel she wants to open with Nancy is classic Uncle Andy. “Cats! Cats! Cats!” he yells, as she hurls his own things at him. I’m almost kind of sad that this is never going to happen, because I would very much like to see what a luxurious Vermont dog hotel run by two ex-con arsonist lesbians might look like.
After a night of passion with Clive, she takes pity on him and tells him the SEC is onto his shady dealings. Aaaw, I knew she liked him. Enraptured by her magic vagina, he asks her to run away with him, but she has a whole lot more fucking up of her sons’ lives to do, so she can’t. However, she will take his townhouse, thanks. The ingenious way she burns it down as a means of getting Zoya to flee makes up for her unfortunate stumbles last week. “I’m thinking of us. Of the weimeraners,” might be the best display of fake emotion ever to be uttered on television.
Also: holy shit, Doug Wilson. Way to use the fund’s corporate power to get both it and Nancy off the SEC hook in the most vulgar way possible. Even Nancy blushed a little from that Tourettes-like stream of filth. Will Clive come back once he finds out the company is okay?
Silas might be the manager of a major drug operation, but he still has one major Achilles heel, and that heel is in his dick. Silly model, don’t you know never to trust a character played by Michelle Trachtenburg? In a move totally befitting a fratty college kid, she literally turns the bike shop upside down before making off with Silas’ dignity and client database. Basically, don’t tangle with Columbia girls because we are amoral, drug dealing sociopaths who will sex you to find out where you keep your drug computer and then glue all your chairs to your ceiling just to see you cry.
This was truly a boner move on Silas’ part (womp womp), but I still feel kind of bad for him, because he seemed to like her. Look at how happy he was when he woke up that morning on the sex balcony:
As it turns out, her “thanks for last night” note was actually referring to the fact that Silas told her all his drug secrets, although I’m sure his penis was wonderful as well.
Amazing Quote Of The Week:
Andy (to Nancy): “In prison, were you like, hey, I’m an arsonist, you’re an arsonist, let’s get together and be lesbians?”
Sounds like someone’s a wee bit jealous.
I’m also glad someone finally commented on how creepy it is that Silas
named allowed Snoop Dogg to name his weed strain–which he sells with his mother–”MILF Weed,” as in “Mother I’d Like to Fuck.” THANK YOU, GEORGINA. (Granted, it’s hard to argue with the Doggfather.)