Celia's used her car's navigation system to guide her to the desolate warehouse parking lot outside Aguatecture. She storms in the front door and finds Heylia and Vaneeta at the front desk. OH MY GOD, Celia and Heylia are occupying the same space and time! By my calculations, Celia has six minutes to get out of there before the entire universe bursts apart from the excess kick-assedness. Celia starts off with a bang by asking, "Where's your owner?" before amending that to "Where's the owner?" She wants to know what goes on here. Heylia smoothly tries to stonewall Celia by explaining the simple concept of fountains shaped like houses. "Aguatecture," she taglines, "you're soaking in it." Heh. Celia gets more imperious and snippy, wondering who the hell would want these tacky-ass fountains. Vaneeta finally gets up and suggests that if Celia's too good for a fountain house, she should get the fuck up on out. Celia continues snooping, saying she wants to look at what's in the back, lying that she needs to use the bathroom, etc. Heylia finally steps in front of her, saying she's all alone in a strange place and she's best think it through. Celia gathers as much haughtiness as she can muster and starts to walk out when Conrad steps out of the back. Celia, of course, recognizes him immediately as Nancy's "carpenter," but it's unclear whether Conrad knows who she is right away. Celia's all, "Well this is interesting," and she leaves. Vaneeta and Heylia turn to Conrad looking like they're gonna want some answers and quick.
Botwins'. Shane is once again trying to show his mom something and Nancy once again wants no part of it. But this time it's serious, as Shane's looking at the video feed from earlier and notes Haskel, Val's P.I., in a pool-cleaning van, checking them out twice in one day. Then he directs her to footage of the same guy, now dressed up like a land surveyor, spying on them right now. Shane looks super scared that the police are staking them out. Nancy's feeling brave, though, so she strides out across the street and confronts the fake surveyor, who pulls out his P.I. card. "What do you want from me?" Nancy asks, mentally calculating how long it would take her to drag him behind the house, sex the hell out of him, and send him on his way, her problems thus having been solved in the manner to which she's become accustomed. Haskel beckons her down the road a bit (uh...why? They're no more secluded ten paces to their left, but whatever) and essentially tells her of his intention to shake her down now that he's got her dead-to-rights on marijuana trafficking. He wants $50,000. Nancy keeps trying to negotiate it down, but he's not budging. He writes down an address where he wants her to meet him, with the money, tomorrow morning. She says she can't come up with 50 grand that quick; yes, she's a drug dealer, but she's got expenses. "Consider this one of 'em," Haskel says.