Cash Crop

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British Airways flight 297 from London

now arriving at gate 12.

Hi.

Rooms are at 39 bucks

day rate, 29 bucks overnight.

- Well, it's cheaper to stay overnight.

- Damn right!

Days are for sex.

Sex costs money.

- Want a room or not?

- Yes for a week, please.

That will be 203 bucks in advance.

It will be unit 13.

Check-out at noon

Thursday night.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

What's up, man!

Come here!

Open Gate 6!

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Glad you could make it, bro.

What the f*** did you go to Chicago, anyway?

Are there not trade back home?

Their expensive lake views

and corn fed American pussies, why ask?

Jesus. Are you on the streets

long enough again?

Okay I'm here, Reese.

You said you make it worth my while.

Listen.

Somebody is a dog track.

And they think it was me.

- But you are innocent.

- Of course I am.

The bad guys wore masks.

Plus, one of them got

accidentally killed by the cops.

The car is getting north bound

in Lower Wackier and Van Buren.

I see it.

- God damnit!

- Shut f*** up.

What the f*** happened, Reese?

F***ing crooked cops getting on duty!

That's what f***ing happened.

Bastards!

Get out!

Get out!

Get the f*** out!

He's got a gun!

He's got a gun!

Drop the gun!

You in the truck,

let me see your hands!

Put them up!

Let me see your hands!

Get in the car.

No witnesses, no money,

no conviction, right?

How much did they get?

- These bad guys?

- At least half a million.

Maybe more.

Okay, I'm interested.

Where?

I had to toss it.

- Where?

- Dan Ryan expressway.

A**hole!

Reese, what the f*** are you doing?

Our money!

Shut the f*** up, will you?

Do you think it's still there?

- It's not there.

- Then where is it?

Well, it landed on this guy's car,

you know. A white-do.

- Okay, what kind of car?

- An old car.

Old station wagon.

Wood on the sides, you know?

Yeah, wood on the sides.

Sh*t!

F***ing piss!

Son of a b*tch!

Why me?

Ten zillion f***ing cars in goddamn

Chicago and this motherf***er ass...

Jesus Christ.

You want to shower first?

No, you go ahead.

Okay.

Don't be down, Sam.

It will all work out.

You want me to pick you up at work?

No, I'll meet with you.

The walk will do me good.

- See you later, then?

- Yeah.

Damn!

What the hell are you doing, man?

Jesus Christ, Reese!

Are you f***ing crazy?

F***ing keep it down!

In Chicago, Reese.

The car capital of the northern USA

and you expect me to find one f***ing car.

- Forget it, your boy got lucky.

- Listen to me.

This barney came into his

lock only two days ago.

The trail is still hot to

the street or snatch.

He'll use cash and that's what set him

apart from the other worker and folks.

First thing he'll do is buy

a new car , cash...

and that's how you get him.

Now split is 50-50.

Are you in or out?

I'm here, aren't I?

I'll give my best shot.

- You're the sales manager?

- Yeah, that's me.

Can you help me?

I'm sure as hell try.

If somebody comes in here

and buys a car for cash...

what do you do?

Cream in my Calvins.

What official things do you do?

Well, since there is no bank,

there's no loan application,

no insurance, papers to fill out

and no loan officer, see.

But the only thing we

do on a cash deal...

is to document the state tax

and licensing.

- How?

- It's a form.

Here.

But I got to tell you

cash is rare.

Once, maybe two times a year

do I see a cash deal.

Is this document

method of payment?

Right there on that line, see?

You have to list the bank,

the finance company ...

or you stamp it "cash".

- And where do this go?

- Chicago DMB, Central Branch.

Thank, buddy.

Hey, you're welcome.

You rude f***ing gumbo.

I can't imagine why he's late,

Mr. Dale.

He knew we're meeting

at 10:
30.

I believe this is the very nature

of our problem, Ms. Phelan.

Buying a house

is a major responsibility.

I do not think Mr. Phelan is facing his

commitment in a responsible manner.

You and your husband are 120

days behind in payments.

This constitutes serious careers

to an institution of this small size.

Mr. Dale, we know where we stand.

We've been unemployed.

We're both working now,

we'll catch up.

You're asking much of this institution

to reschedule your loan...

especially in view of

Mr. Phelan's tardiness...

both in legal payments

and today's appointment.

- Where have you been?

- I'll tell later.

Mr. Dale, our banker.

Let me guess.

You being the we any that you are,

you're not going to

reschedule our payments.

Is that right?

What?

What did you say?

Under the circumstances,

I do not believe this institution ...

can accommodate you,

Mr. and Mrs. Phelan.

Stop, Sam, talk to him.

This is our house!

I'm afraid you have to pay

the full amount you owe

or Midwest Savings and Loan

will be force to finalize foreclosure proceedings.

Mr. Dale, please.

We have paid on that house...

every month on time for 5 years.

Doesn't that count for anything?

What exactly is the full amount?

With penalties and interest,

comes to $7603.12.

Okay.

Here.

and...

- One, two, three ...

- 12 cents.

Four, five, six.

You got four singles?

Four.

Yeah.

Thank you.

U.S. $ 7605.

Leslie, come on.

Wait, my sweater.

You owe me $1.88, bastard

and want it by noon tomorrow.

- Where did you get it ?

- Straight from heaven, baby.

No, really, Sam, where?

I was on the Dan Ryan

expressway, right.

And a police chase went by,

and it just crashed onto the hood of my car.

Did it dent the car?

Dented? Jesus, honey, forget that.

Come on.

Oh my God.

How much is there?

I don't know.

You want to find out?

How much, how much?

Okay.

It comes to $618,127.

Wait, plus $7605 we give

that a**hole Mr. Dale which makes...

- Did you see his face?

- Yeah.

I thought he was going to pee in

his pants when you call him a we any.

How's it about when you

hit him up with $1.88?

- Bastard!

- Bastard!

Okay.

Counting the $7605

we gave the bank totals...

$625,731.

My God!

We're rich.

Sam, we can't keep it.

- Yes we can.

- No. It's probably dirty money.

Yeah, of course it is.

It's cash.

I don't want some Colombian drug

lord kicking our door down.

Hey, nobody saw it, Les.

If I hadn't picked it up, it would've just

laid on the ground for somebody else to find.

It's free and clear money.

Nobody in this world knows we have it.

What it was robbed

from a bank or something?

So what?

Banks are insured.

Come on!

What are we going to do?

You want to play John Q dipshit

citizen and turn it over to Chicago PD?

Those crooks in blue, you know,

they'll just steal it for themselves anyway.

No, no, baby, no way.

This is our money.

Alright?

God sent it to me right out of the sky.

A million car hoods

in Chicago, this suitcase hit mine.

That's fate.

- They would be insured, right?

- Yeah, of course, they would.

Come on, this is our money, baby.

The mortgage is paid up.

You can have all the

stuff, you can finally buy.

New furniture, paint the house.

Well ..

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