Episode Report Card Joe R: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The Brick Dance
By Joe R | Season 3 | Episode 3 | Aired on 08.26.2007
Court. The judge doesn't seem too inclined to let Silas off lightly for the camera theft, and actually wants to make an example out of him, but it turns out Celia, of all people, put in a good word, so all he gets is community service. Celia tries to get Nancy to talk to her on her way out of the court room, but Nancy just tells her to fuck off.
Boot camp. Poor Andy's had to shave his head and don fatigues and now stand in formation while some square-jawed drill sergeant does his best R. Lee Ermey. This doesn't look like a desk job. It turns out "desk job" is the lie they tell everyone, so it looks like Andy's well and truly fucked. So he's stuck between listening to Drill Sergeant jaw the usual "you maggots are nothing!" speech and the scrub at the end of the line with him yammer on about how great it will be to start killing some terrorists. Andy starts looking around the desert for some toads to lick.
At the Hodeses' custody hearing, the tide has turned severely against Celia after that disastrous visit from Child Protective Services. Carrie Fisher makes a weak effort at blocking a "supervised weekend visits only" stipulation before caving completely. Celia ask what happened to the whole fish metaphor thing, but now that Carrie doesn't think Celia is the cash cow she thought she was, she's dumping the whole case. Dean, with his scummy leather jacket and t-shirt and unwashed hair, thinks that's just awesome. Celia storms out with a "fuck you all" and, out in the lobby, assures Isabelle that she's out of her life. Frankly, I think everyone's better off this way. Now Celia can adopt Nancy's kids and bring her tornado of abuse and vodka down upon them for a bit while Nancy figures her own life out. That certainly seems like the most logical solution.
Botwins'. Shane's monitoring the sale of Andy's Les Paul guitar on eBay while Nancy and Silas measure out weed into baggies at the kitchen table. It looks an awful lot like Heylia's house, all of a sudden, except there isn't anything delicious cooking on the stove. Silas tries to broach the subject of his monumental fuckup with the stash, but Nancy doesn't seem remotely ready to forgive him yet and instead just tells him to make the bags lighter. There's a knock at the door, and when Nancy answers we see it's a DEA agent who looks a lot like the guy who played Tony's friendly FBI agent on The Sopranos, though I don't think he's the same guy. Anyway, here's here asking about one Peter Scottson. Nancy: GULP.