On Becoming a God in Central Florida

Previously...

Hello!

Who's fired up?!

If you only trust me,

I will make your dream come true.

Krystal, trust the Garbeau System.

The most beautiful thing about your business

is that you share it, together.

Cody gets it, honey.

If you leave CAI, I will leave you.

Whoa!

Travis!

No, what I'm saying is that my husband was on the job

when it happened.

Ma'am, your husband was not an employee

of Founders American Merchandise.

He was an independent business owner.

We need to be strong for Krystal, you know.

I can do that.

I have a child. I need health insurance.

I need the mortgage paid on time.

I need you to make this right.

I have nothing.

I understand that you are emotional,

but my system did not kill your husband.

An alligator did.

Crap.

Let me just interrupt you for one second, Brenden.

To be honest, I didn't peg you for a wham-and-scram guy.

You know? I mean, leaving a business

just as it's about to take off, it's...

it-it's dumb, Brenden.

It's super dumb. I'm... I...

No. No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

I'm not calling you dumb.

I'm just saying that you do dumb--

Hello?

Brenden?

Hello?

I know that J-O-B is a prison.

It's a prison of your own election,

but it's still a prison.

After I dropped out of school, as it happens,

I was a guard for the Zephyrhills Road Prison.

I think about those long August days at the prison.

I was overseeing the road crew with my billy club,

making sure those animals kept their heads down

and their tools swinging.

It was brutal work.

I was on my feet all day,

walking the line, sweating.

"But, Mr. Garbeau,

didn't you learn a lot about hard work?"

Yeah, sure.

I learned how to grind myself into dust.

I learned how to kiss butts.

I learned how to be a sucker.

Goddamn it.

Hiya.

Brought you something.

Oh, God.

What, uh...

What's shakin'?

What do you want?

I want to talk about

Travis's business,

in light of the tragedy.

Are those...?

As you know,

Travis was a legendary recruiter, in terms of his...

his attitude and his-his commitment and...

Those will be big shoes to fill, Krystal.

Well, the business belonged to the both of you,

so it's, uh...

it's yours now. And I-I understand that you've had

-some challenges-- -What do you want, Cody?

Travis's downline.

Why is it that...

I've been buying Happy Meals with pennies, but...

you always seem to be doing just fine?

That's just how the Garbeau System works.

It takes commitment...

How many nights a week do you spend recruiting, Cody?

Um...

Leave the cookie.

Good morning, dumpling.

Morning.

What you doing?

You know what?

Huh?

What are you doing?

Your armpits smell different from each other.

What?

Yeah.

Larry smells all musty,

but Ralph doesn't smell like anything at all.

What?

Huh. Ain't that something.

-Hey, Ernie? -Hmm?

What, pickle?

Are we going to talk about why you came home

after midnight smelling like chlorine?

I'm sorry. You know, it just...

it just helps.

I know, soggy britches.

I'm just worried about you is all.

Well, you and my pillowcases.

The happiest place on Earth.

The happiest place on Earth.

Where does that leave Rebel Rapids, huh?

I don't know, Stan. Not why I'm here.

Shit.

I need cash.

Can't.

Jesus, Stan.

Oh, you think you're the only one with problems?

We're at war here, Miss Stubbs.

And the mouse has got the money.

Now's not the time for frivolous spending.

Frivolous?

I had to walk here because my car's

at the bottom of a swamp.

I need a raise, an advance, something.

You didn't walk here today.

Yeah, I saw you.

Ernie gave you a ride.

An alligator ate my husband.

Look, you're asking for a precedent

that I can't afford to set.

But...

Water-obics needs a new instructor.

Yeah, Brenda's got another UTI.

The woman simply won't change out of her swimsuit.

It's pathological.

Well, do I get a raise if I do Water-obics?

All right, it pays ten dollars a week.

And I've been offering Brenda two dollars a head

to goose attendance.

Wait, what? I've seen that class.

That's, like, 16 bucks a week, tops.

Think of it as 64 a month.

Ugh, God.

Eat my shorts, Stan.

You are a powerful individual.

You clearly have exceptional social skills,

and I think you can market those.

I only offer this opportunity to folks I know have

what it takes to succeed in the world of business.

Sir, if you are not with this party, you need to leave.

You already blew your chance, Helena.

Don't blow theirs, please.

It's okay. We were just leaving.

- No. - No, no, no, no, no.

You're-you're making a mistake.

This...

I see you also like business.

You got to do whatever you can

to stay ahead in this economy.

Oh, no kidding.

Tough on working folks.

You seem like the type of guy

who stays on top of things.

-Informed. -Well...

you got to be in my industry.

And you also have to be perceptive,

which... you clearly are.

I hear you.

Your boss must be very happy with your work.

Oh.

Happier than you can imagine.

Because I am my own boss.

"Cody Boner,

-Boner Enterprises." -It's Bonar.

-Good to meet you. -Pat Stanley.

-Your own business, huh? -Yes.

Taxes must be killer.

Well, actually, in my industry,

-everything is a tax write-off. -Same here.

Would you believe that a bona fide

billionaire is my mentor?

A fellow Founders man.

Though I walk a different path.

Oh.

Oh.

-Buck Bridges. -Yep.

Are you from California?

Just passing through.

Business.

Well, while you're in Florida,

you should be representing Founders Southeast.

Obie Garbeau II revolutionized distribution

in Florida, and actually...

actually, I would be happy

to incorporate you into my downline.

Sir, you won't find a better mentor for the Garbeau System.

In only three years, I've--

-Uh, believe me, Mr. Boner-- -Bonar.

Apologies.

Um, I want to be clear.

I'm not looking for a new system.