[Fiona and Margo are meeting with two black men at The Alibi Room]
Margo
And these are contingencies, like appraisals, and, um, inspections and mortgage agreements, but no rush, by the way. It's just for your information.
M1Man 1
We'll have our lawyers look it over.
Margo
I am.
Well, your office said we could find you here. [Hands over envelope] I have a check for the church. It's a down payment.
Margo
Who are you?
The youth shelter. We were gonna lease it, but now we wanna buy it.
Wait, the shelter is you and Trevor?
Margo
You two know each other?
Come outside a second. I'll be right back. [Fiona and Ian walk out of the diner] Those guys are buying the church.
Wait, has anyone signed anything yet?
Cool, okay, so go tell them not to.
Ian, you don't want that place. It's... it's a piece of shit inside.
Oh, no, we love it. It's perfect.
Well, you'll find another place. I mean, trashed buildings that nobody wanted before are popping up for sale all over.
They'll find another place. We found it first.
The neighborhood is against the shelter.
You, like, speak for the neighborhood now? People wanna feel safe.
My kids wanna feel safe. These guys are South Side. They want to give back. They want to engage the community, provide programs for kids in need. Kids like yours!
My kids don't need art classes. They need homes. They're at-risk.
They're not at-risk, they are risk, Ian. That girl you brought into our house bit off a dick!
That's exactly why she needs help!
I have worked too hard and risked too much of my ass and put it on the...
I promised those kids that church, Fiona. I am not tearing it...
Find another fucking church! [He walks away unsatisfied]
Margo
So you let them stay in your apartment?
Margo
You shouldn't have done that.
Margo
Because that's an admission of responsibility.
But I- I didn't do anything wrong.
Margo
Your contractor had no insurance. You only have a half a million in liability.
S- so what's the worst case?
Margo
You lose in court and your insurance pays out 500,000. That leaves you owing 5.5 million. Other assets? Well, you sell your building. You got about 50 grand in equity there. And, uh... and your family home is worth, um, I don't know, maybe 62? So that leaves you only owing this Rodney asshole $5,388,000... forever. The jury's gonna take one look at that man and his starving family and the slumlord bitch that ruined their lives by hiring an unlicensed contractor, and you're gonna be lucky if they don't put you in jail.
Margo
Well. I spoke to the Latham's attorney. That guy is a real piece of work. I think your roofer found his name on the back of a bus bench. But they are prepared to settle.
Margo
For $3 million. They offered to remove you from the suit and pursue litigation solely with your insurance company if you're prepared to make a few concessions.
Margo
Sign the title of the building over to them.
You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.
Margo
And they want... "Sparkles." They want Sparkles back.
My dog, Rusty? They want my fucking dog?
Margo
They said their kids got very attached and they're, quote, "crying themselves to sleep," endquote, ever since you stole him.
I stole him? They stole him from me! They're motherfuckers! Tell them to get their own goddamn dog.
Margo
There's another option. You sell the building... now, before it goes to trial... And spend the money. Go to Vegas. Take a trip around the world. And then just declare bankruptcy.
Margo
Yeah. It's better than letting them take everything you own.
Just a Sprite. Last night fucked with me. Got a whole new attitude.
Ah, perfect. Uh, Tina, I got table's food for you.
Grilled ham and cheese... for you, and the tacos must be for you. Enjoy.
Margo
Good afternoon.
Margo
Police got a call last night about a possible robbery. A frantic woman called, saying that three men were threatening her, and she said they left but she was afraid they were gonna come back. And when the police arrived, the restaurant was closed, which is interesting, since we're open hours.
Maybe they had the wrong address.
Margo
Stop. I don't want your lies, and you smell like booze. I don't know if you're drunk now or if you just drank so much last night that it's just coming out of your pores.
Margo
You're fired.
What? Well, why? I- I haven't had a drink today, I swear.
Margo
I've been getting calls for the past month, from customers and vendors and employees, saying that you had been drunk on the job or asleep on the job or angry on the job.
Please don't fire me. Please. I- I've had a rough couple months, but-but I've turned a corner.
Margo
People who say they've "turned a corner"... They haven't turned a corner. They're just trying to convince everyone they have.
Please give me another chance. I promise I'll straighten out.
Margo
Good. You should.
Margo
But not on my watch. You're acting manager now, so you make sure she cleans her things up and leaves.
[Scoffs] Fuck all of you. Ratting me out. [Laughs] If it weren't for me, none of you NA motherfuckers would even have a job. [Walks up to waitress Tyesha] Mm-hmm. I wanted to fire you because you suck, but you called me, crying about your mother and her medical bills, and I let you keep your fucking job.
Fiona, I think we should just...
Shut the fuck up, Eliza. [Laughs] I'm leaving. Oh, and guess what. The cook rubbed his dick on all of your meals. Yeah, enjoy. [Leaves out front door]