Feed the Beast

Previously, on AMC's "Feed the Beast".

You know what? I've had enough.

I don't need this.

All right, we have a deal.

One condition, I get to see my grandson every week.

I'll need to see this contract in 48 hours.

I don't know what arrangement you have, but be careful.

You're all I got.

Where'd you get those bruises?

You hit my kid?

We are not doing business with my father!

- Something wrong? - All good.

What do you mean the restaurant's not happening?

What are you doing? What the hell?

I had a fight with my dad.

He hit T.J.

What?!

I found bruises on him,

so I went to my dad's house, and I...

Oh, dude, no, no. You got it all wrong.

Look, I saw T.J.'s bruises yesterday

before he went to your dad's.

T.J.'s getting bullied at school.

What?

In hindsight, I probably should have mentioned it.

Probably?

Look, I knew you'd overreact.

I didn't overreact. I reacted.

Hey, you had a throw-down with our investor,

who's in a wheelchair.

Yeah, well, if you'd told me about the bruises,

it never would have happened.

You're right. All right. I'm... I'm sorry.

So, T.J.'s getting bullied?

Who is it? I got to report this.

Dude, dude, dude, please, come on.

Just... Just slow your roll, huh?

T.J. made it clear he wants to handle this himself.

Wait a minute, what, my s... My son's talking to you now?

Y-You'll only make it worse.

Yeah? Well, I'm the father, okay?

I got to do something.

T., Just think back to when you were getting your ass kicked.

All right?

Look, if your dad had come to school

saying his son was getting bullied,

what do you think would have happened?

Huh... What, your beat-downs would have been

exponentially worse.

Yeah? Well, lucky for me, my dad couldn't care less.

Look, you're not remembering what it was like to be a kid.

I remember exactly what it was like, okay?

It was hell.

Until some little crazy-ass punk pulled a knife on those guys

and got them to leave me alone.

Look, T.J. doesn't have a friend like you.

Look, you are gonna apologize to Aidan, though, right?

I'm not doing anything

until I deal with what's going on with my son.

I can assure you that there's

a zero-tolerance policy for bullying.

Did anyone see it happen?

I don't know.

Did T.J. indicate who hit him?

- No. - Then how do you know

he got the bruises at school?

He could have fallen at the park...

or at home.

I know what bruises look like on a kid who's getting beat up.

Were you bullied?

Or...

did something happen at home growing up?

How is that relevant?

How did you get this?

I fell at the park.

What? What is that?

Well, statistics show that violence in the home

is learned behavior.

First you threaten to take my kid away.

Now... Now you accuse me of beating him?

I'm not accusing you of anything.

Just relax.

Don't tell me to relax!

Okay, my son is getting...

I don't keep a violent home.

He's getting bullied here, okay?

And I can't seem to protect him.

Without proof, I can't very well question

every kid in the school.

Okay, so what... What can you do?

I can look into it.

It's my priority that T.J. at least feels safe

while he's at school.

In the meantime, I suggest you lean on T.J.'s support person.

Dion seems very committed.

I'm glad you got some help.

Yeah, Jimmy, that's it.

Yeah, remember demo's on Wednesday, okay?

Listen, man, I-I'll call you back.

Huh? You feel good? Huh? You feel like a good daddy?

You tell me, Dr. Patras.

What?

Support person?

Oh, that?

Yeah, yeah, that was for you, bro.

You know, to get the shrink off your back.

So you lied to her.

Yeah. Fine.

I apologize.

Look, see how easy that is?

Come on, let's go to Aidan's and do the same thing.

No way.

You have to. I already hired a contractor.

With what money?

With the money we're gonna get when you apologize to your dad.

The man stuck a gun in my face.

All right, fine.

I understand.

Hey, you know what?

Let's see who's next in our magical book of investors,

shall we?

Come on. Let's take a look.

Uh, no. No.

And no.

You got to walk me through this one more time.

The guy's in a wheelchair, and you're standing.

He's 70. You're, what, like have his age?

He still manages to kick...

Okay, would... Would you stop?

Look, I'm just trying

to figure out the logistics here, all right?

All right, just... Just stop.

All right, all right, all right.

Look, but seriously,

if he tries to roll up on you again, I got your back, man.

Come on. Quick and painless, bro.

Whatever it is, make it fast.

I got real business.

So...?

So, last night, I may have overreacted.

You know what? He totally overreacted.

T.J. got his bruises from a bully at school,

a fact I was unaware of

because somebody chose not to tell me.

Why are you here?

To apologize...

and, despite recent misunderstandings,

ask if you'll reconsider investing in our restaurant.

I never said I wouldn't.

We fought. You lost.

And we have a contract, which you read, right?

- Yes. - Of course.

Well, get to work. You're opening in four weeks.

Four weeks?

Yeah. I've invited some developers

who are building eight square blocks of condos.

What better place to pitch them my business

than at my new restaurant?

And none of that pussy fish crap.

These guys are carnivores.

So there better be blood coming out of something,

besides your vagina.

Got a problem?

Are you out of your mind? Four weeks?

That's... That's not...

It's not a problem.

No, no, no, it's... We're good.

I want to hear the other guy say it.

Yeah, we're good.

All right, you're good. I'm good. Everybody's good.

When I accused you of hitting my son,

why didn't you say anything?

I wanted to see what you'd do.

That 75 grand is for start-up costs.

Weekly installments to follow.

Thank you, Mr. Moran.

Quick and painless, bro.

Man, with this, I can get my Groen braising pan,

my Tri-Star 48-inch Radiant Charbroiler.

No, you know what? Make that two.

Eyes on the prize, baby.

I've never talked about my father here.

You know, I don't want to waste my breath.

Suddenly, he's back in my life,

and I-I don't know how to deal with it.

He's, uh... He's the main investor in our restaurant,

which means the bastard's actually my business partner.

And it's all happening way too fast.

And we don't know a damn thing about running a restaurant.

That part was all... All Rie's thing.

I'm just screwed.

Let me lend a hand.

I could manage your restaurant for you,

just like at my sister's.

Oh, that's... that's very sweet, really.

But, uh, I mean, I-I can't afford to hire a manager.

Pay me when you can.

Really? I mean...

could you even handle two restaurants?

I can try.