Gordon has done a rundown on the crime stats in town and is thoughtful enough to share them with the guests. Who, incidentally, are way nicer than I’d have been upon hearing this information. I’d be getting my money back and reaming the owners to boot. Gordon kicks the guests out and rips into John and Tina, basically telling them to sell the place, or at least lock the door before someone gets raped. Sounds like a step in the right direction!
Gordon finally sacks up and goes to visit Alice on the third floor, which is a fucking mess of old furniture, saggy ceilings, and stripped walls. Someone has even placed a handless mannequin at the window, I guess to class up the joint a bit. Gordon doesn’t see any ghosts, but he bolts anyway and grabs Brittany. He tells her she needs to fulfill her potential as a manager and run the place as she sees fit to bring in some goddamn money. And she knows how to bring it in—the first order of business is to have a bar night. John freaks out at the thought of guests frequenting his establishment and spending their dirty money, but Brittany just starts making calls. Rich is even cooking with fresh ingredients, so it must be a special occasion. Gordon starts chatting with Scooter, and we learn that the poor kid is only 19, but has had two heart surgeries and two back surgeries, which pretty much left him unfit for most types of work, so his family pushed him to train as a chef. Scooter’s dream is to own a bakery someday.
Okay, you know what, Gordon? Your mission is to buy the kid on the left a damn bakery and get him some training. Go.
Brittany’s idea has brought in the business, and John is flailing around trying to help. Gordon takes him upstairs and yells at him about the mannequin. He tells him that if he doesn’t let Brittany do her thing and make some money, he’ll have to live with the mannequin forever. He makes him stay up there to bask n his potential future.
This could get awkward.
John insists that Gordon is clueless about him, then realizes Gordon has locked him in. Ha! Gordon, you dick. Love it. John can’t get out, and is screaming about how he want to get downstairs and run the place, while simultaneously screaming about how Gordon’s wrong about his control freak tendencies. Okay, dude.
Shay, John and Tina’s daughter and Rich’s piece, finally shows up, and Gordon enlists her help, I guess because he figures if a college kids had ten grand lying around she must have a solid head on her shoulders. She goes up to talk to John, and tells him he has trust issues. When was the last time you sat home and had dinner with mom, Shay asks.
Shay, weren’t you listening? He bought the hotel so he could have dinner THERE. Mission accomplished.