In That Dress?

S04E02

Prison. We open on a woman who a) sort of looks like a trannie and b) I honestly did not recognize for a moment. Then we cut to Doug and Isabelle doing the plexiglass phone thing bullshitting happily about an all-you-can-eat fish restaurant. Mystery-woman finally pipes up: "You fuckers. You ratted on me" and I realize that this woman? Is Celia. Celia, completely and totally chola-d up: pencilled-in brows, lined lips, curling-iron-barrel curls and all. She tells Doug and Isabelle that her cellmate "Cheetah" has suggested she become her special girl. Doug brushes her off and tells her that she's safer in jail than out; the community is outraged that she was such a hypocrite. So outraged that they spray-painted "hypocrite" on the charred remains of her house. How Bush-era-retarded of them. Isabelle pretends to have a heart, and remarks that her mother really does look scared; a warden comes over and ends the conversation. Celia gets taken away, begging them to help, saying she doesn't want to be anyone's special girl.

The border. Nancy drives up to what is apparently the beer-can-horse-head place, but I don't see any beer-can-horse-head and, honestly, I feel a little robbed. The set-up is "auto repair" and so Nancy gets out of the car and tells the three men -- two sweaty and greasy, one older and put together -- sitting in there that "Yo quiero uno brake light para....this car?" No reaction. She asks "Hable English?" and the put-together guy gets up and tells her to just spit it out. So she does, saying that Guillermo sent her to get her brake light fixed. The guy remarks on her hybrid, and she babbles about saving fossil fuels and Iraqi children. She glances at an SUV off to the side that is completely taken apart and asks what happened to it. The man replies, "broken tail light." Nancy asks if they can just make sure, when replacing her taillight to just put everything back where it's supposed to go (she's still under warranty, see) and then asks if while they're in there, they can overwrite that thing that prevents her from using her GPS while driving. The man replies, "That's illegal." The men start speaking in Spanish, wondering what Guillermo was thinking sending her. One of them declares that Guillermo thinks with his dick. Nancy grabs her purse and a reusable bag from the backseat -- "just doing my part for the environment" she declares of the bag, in the process completely skewering what I know to be a fairly useless (in the larger sense) fad (the reusable bags) but which I cannot stop feeling totally self-righteous about participating in -- and asks for directions to the nearest pharmacy. The two mechanics start squabbling, each wanting to direct her to their respective cousin's pharmacies. The put-together man takes her by the elbow and directs her to a third option, and they shut the doors behind her.