Bartender: Hit you again?
Morgan: Yeah. Can I get a, uh, double vodka, straight? That bottle right there -- just pour it in the glass. [Clears throat]
Scott: You know, you should stay away from stray dogs. You might get bit.
Ava: Hey. Is that a nice way to talk about your old pal Bobbie's grandson?
Scott: Hey, I'm just calling as I see it. But forget about that, will you? We're here to discuss my fee.
Ava: Scott, you just started working for me. You want to get paid?
Scott: Yeah. I just gave you a stack of money.
Ava: The stack of money that you owed me!
Scott: Well, now you owe me.
Ava: [Chuckles] Okay, just pick a table, all right, and we'll talk about it.
Scott: Well, if you're concerned about Morgan over there, because you replaced his medication with a placebo, you should.
Ava: Hey! Zip it. I told -- I told you that in confidence, and it is definitely protected by the attorney-client privilege thing.
Scott: I am gonna keep your secret. I have no interest in telling anybody that. I'm just saying that that kid has got a screw loose, and now that he's off his medication because of you, you should stay as far away from him as you can.
Ava: This might sound strange to you, but... he might need me.
Scott: All right, then, it's your funeral.
Morgan: [Sighs] Ugh. Go away.
Ava: Hey, it's a free country. I'm just sitting. Morgan?
Morgan: Mm?
Ava: Are you drinking?
Morgan: Well, like you said, it's a free country.
Ava: I think you know that the combination of meds and alcohol -can be very danger--
Morgan: Go to hell, Ava. Can I get another one, please?
Ava: You haven't even finished the drink in front of you.
Morgan: You're absolutely right. Now go away.
Ava: Hey. I'm concerned.
Morgan: I'm sorry, you're what? Because you don't care about anyone but yourself, so here, let me give you one for the road. Leave me the hell alone.
Ava: Fine. I'll go. But I just want to know one thing. Did you ever find Kiki?
Morgan: Oh, I found her, all right.
Bartender: This is your last drink. You're cut off.
Morgan: Fine, whatever.
Ava: I don't know what's happened, and maybe it's none of my business --
Morgan: You're damn right it's none of your business, Ava. How many times I got to ask you to leave me alone?
Ava: I know you hate me.
Morgan: Oh, you have no idea.
Ava: But Kiki is still my daughter. And I need to be sure that she is safe. Whatever I have done, I have done because I love Kiki.
Morgan: Really? Really? Did you love her when you were sleeping with me, or -- or -- or when you lied to her, told her you were someone else? Did you love her when you tried to manipulate me into breaking up with her?
Ava: I cared about you, Morgan. I still do. And seeing you like this, sitting here hurting yourself like this, that really scares me.
Morgan: Mm. Well, why don't you take your scared ass somewhere else?
Ava: I don't know why you're acting like this, but I know that getting drunk is not the answer.
Morgan: Really? Huh. What's the answer, then, Ava? How should I feel when you've gotten everything you want, right? Because you won. I lost. Doesn't that make you happy?
Ava: What are you talking about?
Morgan: I found Kiki and Dillon going at it.
Ava: You saw -- you saw Kiki and Dillon... having sex?
Morgan: Don't act shocked. Is that not what you wanted?
Ava: Hey. Hey, come on, Morgan.
Morgan: Not another damn word. Kiki's done with me. Congratulations. One more over here, please.
Bartender: I already told you you're done for the night. [Takes his keys]
Morgan: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't do that.
Bartender: Take a cab.
Julian: So, I'm on my way out, minding my own business. She accosts me with this eviction letter. So what the hell do I do?
Scott: Don't do it.
Ava: But he's been drinking.
Scott: It's not your kid. It's not your problem. We have business to discuss.
Julian: Yeah, do one of you two want to tell me what the hell's going on?
TJ: Hey, Molly. When you're done, I'm at The Rib, so just text me when you're on the way so I can order your veggie burger. Love you. Hey, Morgan. You okay, man?
Morgan: Do I look okay, man?
TJ: Actually, no.
Morgan: Right. I need to get the hell out of here.
TJ: Hey, hey. Sure, sure, sure, sure. Hey. I'll drive you wherever you want to go. Where you going?
Morgan: I don't need a babysitter, man. Thanks. What I need is a car.
TJ: Whoa, whoa, hey. Hold up. This is not your ride.
Morgan: Well, it looks like they left the keys in it, so I guess it is now.
TJ: Hey, hey, Morgan, Morgan. I'm not gonna let you go anywhere, all right?Look, why don't we go for a little walk, you know? We can hit the waterfront. Little salt air never hurt anything. What do you say?
Morgan: I say you're, uh -- you're a good guy, TJ.
TJ: You okay?
Morgan: Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Sorry for trying to take the car. That was stupid.
TJ: No, no. No worries, man. You were just venting, right?
Morgan: Right. Right, yeah. Thank you for talking me down.
TJ: No problem, man. Anytime.
[Morgan punches TJ and takes the car.]
[Engine starts]
Kristina: T.J. You okay?
TJ: Yeah.
Jason: What happened, man? That car almost hit you.
TJ: It was Morgan. He just stole that car. I tried to stop him.
Jason: That was Morgan? You got to be kidding me.
TJ: He's drunk.
Kristina : we'll handle it.
Morgan: The hell with this place. The hell with all of you. I'm gone.
[Engine revving]
