Morning, Sweathogs. Blackout, we got a blackout.
No shit, Frank. That's why we're all sitting here in the dark.
Is the beer still cold?
Not really.
Sounds great. I'll take one. What are you doing here? What are you doing here?
I got fired.
Well, congratulations. You apply for unemployment yet? My advice is, do it in person. If you do it online, they'll pretend they never got the application.
Got it.
Well, welcome to the ranks of the unemployed.
Yeah, I'm fine with it. I mean, fuck them. Being broke sucks, though.
Ah, you get used to it. You just gotta be creative.
Buy me a beer?
[Laughs] That's funny. You know, life is not all sunshine and rainbows for me either, kiddo. Ingrid left me. Took all my children with her. I'm still here. My unborn children. I don't think I'll ever get over it. V, a shit of Jame-o, please.
[Lumbering past them] Oh, my God, ow.
What's his problem?
[Makes cutting gesture] Vasectomy.
Smart.
[Reading from phone] A substation blew up. Gonna be at least another hours before the power's back up.
What? God damn it. Oh, we're screwed.
I'll be back.
Where is he going?
[To Fiona] If you need a little walking-around money, you should hang out with me today.
Why would I do that?
Because of a little something I like to call "monetizing my neighbors' lack of foresight."
You mean rippin' people off.
Completely legit. No one prepares for blackouts around here, so they rush to the store for ice or batteries or what have you. Too late, everything's sold out. Panic ensues, and where there's panic, there's money to be made. That's where I come in. Frank's Blackout Supply has everything you need.
So you gouge 'em.
Really? How's the view from up there, Miss High and Mighty? Last time I checked, we were in the same freakin' bar drinking warm beer together.
Fair point. Do I charge a little more?
Yes. Double. The peace of mind of a candle or fresh batteries, priceless. So you in or out?
No, thanks.
Aw, come on. I could use a pretty face. It legitimizes the whole thing.
What's in it for me?
After I recoup my cost, 20 percent.
Seventy.
Jesus Ch... Who's gouging now?
Thirty.
Fifty percent, final offer.
No one's gonna buy anything from you, Frank. You're Frank.
Deal, 50. [They shake hands]
Gallagher Blackout Supply.
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