Episode Report Card Joe R: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Shit Highway
By Joe R | Season 3 | Episode 4 | Aired on 09.02.2007
So now, faced with the task of really having to move this brick, whether or not she has a DEA agent stalking her at the moment, Nancy calls up Rent-A-Cop from Season 1. He's still pants-shittingly afraid of her, as evidenced by the fact that he forgets to bring the money with him to the meet. He tells her to wait while he goes and gets it. While she waits, an increasingly paranoid Nancy looks around the campus and sees everyone as a potential narc. Also, everyone looks to be about thirty-five years old. I mean, continuing education is rad and all, but where are all the kids wearing pajama pants? Nancy gets super freaked when she thinks she sees Fundas's car lurking around, so she takes off.
Meanwhile, Andy and Rodriguez have been sent to the middle of the California desert in full fatigues in order to, says Rodriguez, see if they get spotted by some newfangled tracking drone or whatever. Which gives them both plenty of time to fuck around (not literally), which leads to Rodriguez's bright idea of photographing each other lighting their farts on fire. ...Okay, maybe they will end up literally fucking around. Andy thinks he's working on a real good one, but Rodriguez sees something flying their way, and before you know it, Andy's bare ass ends up splattered with Rodriguez's blood, as the drone plane zooms directly into the middle of his chest. Oh, man, now who's gonna kill the towelheads for cool America? Andy, gobsmacked and afraid, grabs the phone (equipped with a tracking device, dumbass), and takes off running into the desert.
Celia's dining at this very cartoonishly fake "French" chain restaurant (I wouldn't be surprised if the place was called TGI Froggy's) where Modine spots her and gets to work on...what, seducing her? Manipulating her for her council vote? It seems Celia's wary of either approach, though she certainly seems to be smitten with him on some level. He thanks her for recommending Nancy for the job, and she manages to convey that Nancy could use the help without blowing her in as a dealer. Modine tries to ask her out to a real restaurant, repeatedly, but Celia is able to summon whatever self-preservation instincts she has to fend him off. For now. It's interesting, the way Perkins is playing it. She wants him, resents him, admires him, is afraid of him, is prepared to do battle with him, finds him charming, and seeks his approval. All at once.
Back at the Botwins', Nancy is ducking U-Turn's calls, as she's yet to move the brick. He leaves several threatening messages for her. Silas comes home from a hard day of picking up trash and fending off Pam. He marvels to Nancy that there's virtually no supervision at the job site, and he could easily start dealing there, no problem. Nancy, once again, tells him she will not even entertain the idea of Silas dealing. But when Silas picks up the unsold sack of weed and heads out the door, Nancy doesn't move from the couch. She calls after him, saying she doesn't want this for him, but she doesn't move a muscle because much as it sucks to admit it to herself, this will solve a pretty significant problem in her life right now and she doesn't have the energy to fight off solutions to her problems. "We'll discuss this later," she says, defeated, to an empty living room.