Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Wild & Entitled
By Jacob Clifton | Season 6 | Episode 1 | Aired on 08.16.2010
Nancy's amazed by Lupita's swiftness. "I work for you. I'm always ready to flee. You should know yourself better." Valid, and funny. I forgot how much I used to like her. Nancy asks if there's any money stashed around, and she rattles it off with aplomb: "In his closet in his black pointy boots, in the left pocket of his winter coat in the hall closet, and he has nice jewelry in the drawer in his bathroom... Cuff links, watches." Nancy's jaw drops, hilariously, like this conversation is taking place five years ago: "Have you been casing my house?" I know Celia's gone, but in that moment I felt like she was with us. Lupita swears she's just a curious person and Nancy continues to drink. Of course, the second she's alone Lupita grabs the biggest stash of all, but it's a pretty you go girl moment, all things considered.
Nancy's baggage is so voluminous that it fills up the entire car; there's barely enough room for her boys in there. Silas assumes they're not going to the police station; at this point he's slightly more pissed that, once again, Nancy has been grabbing all her stuff and leaving all of his stuff behind, while he was outside waiting with his dick in his hand. "Yeah. Sorry. So, so, so, so sorry. For all the countless times I've left you holding your dick, I am sorry. But now you have the handbook for what not to do. And as we drive far away from here, we can talk about the many ways in which I failed you, or we can play license-plate bingo. I'll let you decide."
Which, Nancy Botwin 101. It is never time to know herself better. It is never time to take inventory or think about everybody or anybody else. It is not that she is a malicious person, it's that survival mode trumps other people's feelings, and she is always in survival mode. There is a constant and possible tomorrow where she could nurture the people around her -- where she could be the person that she knows, deep down, she must be -- but that tomorrow will never come, because it's always time to run. And you can only get raked over the coals for that so often, in the midst of what is clearly a fight to survive and a constant running from the spectre of death and the constant danger that feeds her, before you just start laughing. Yeah, I'm an asshole. Tomorrow maybe I won't be, but right now it's not time to talk about it. Stick with today.
There are fights, before they get going, about who sits where. Shane, who for all he knows became a man tonight, refuses to sit on the hump in the middle of the backseat. Silas yells at him at length to move over, but when Shane gives him a threatening look Nancy goes into action, kicking him hard. "Don't play the whole I'm A Killer Now card. That is unacceptable." (Paaaaaarenting!) Lupita is interested in that conversation, but not hugely. In fact, she realizes she needs to know nothing about it. Nancy agrees, and tells Silas to drive, because she just realized she's finally drunk.