Esteban informs her that she's already disrupted his schedule enough, and that she needs to go home and relax. She's sad. If he hears that she's not relaxing, he says, there will be consequences. They're both grossed out; Andy's grossed out, but Esteban doesn't want any of his shit. "You're going to be such a great dad," Andy snarks, and holds out his hand for a firm shake, and Esteban leaves. "Psych," Andy says lamely, and his hand goes up to smooth his hair. In a world full of Goofus, Nancy wants desperately to nap. Gallant's dead and gone, and she never learned to be her own.

Back home, as Nancy's telling Sucio to take advantage of the outdoor shower whenever he feels like it, really, they notice the door's unlocked. He pats her A-Team style and draws his gun, heading inside. It's Silas, who freezes, and Nancy says it's her son. Then says it again -- his name is what he is -- and gets confused: it's her son, who's supposed to be in the forest, tending to his clones. Silas says only that they went down a bad road, and asks who Sucio is. "My bodyguard," she says breezily, pretending to be a princess again for a moment.

Sucio compliments Silas on his muy bonita set of teeth -- they really are -- and Silas just says "Hola" a bunch of times. In the kitchen, he offers his mother fresh coffee, but she just stares at him. He remembers she hasn't drunk coffee since like Season Three, and plays it off: "You don't even look pregnant! You look great! Gorgeous! Thin!" She grins at him and asks how much money he's after, and he sighs and says he wants to open a store, "an above-board and legit retail establishment." His smile and the ingratiating, obvious way he's buttering her up: he knows he's beautiful, he knows how to get what he wants, from anybody. And where did he learn that?

An above-board and legit retail establishment selling what, exactly? But Nancy already knows. Shane's becoming his mother in Season One, smalltime dealer; of course Silas is moving on to Season Two: medical marijuana this time. "Come on!" he squeals. "Obama's President!" She tells him he can't be sure they won't get busted, what, like he has contacts in the DOJ? Give him time. He says if it's legal in the state, they leave you alone; it's no risk.

There's always risk. "My exciting and death-defying adventures in the drug trade should have taught you this by now," she mumbles hilariously, back in her kitchen, back on top. Without even thinking, she mutely hands the peanut butter jar to Sucio; without thinking, he mutely opens it for her. Silas shows her his business plans: "You made this the family business," he unwisely points out: "At least I'm doing it legal." She attends to her sandwich, pointing out that opening any retail business in this economy is nuts, but Silas responds that weed is pretty much recession-proof, and Doug knows all this stuff. She laughs. "How reassuring! Just keep him away from the inventory." Silas's smile triples in size as she asks Sucio to hand her a banana. Gallantly, he does.