Cash Only Page #3

- [Elvis] Well it can't

be cold than here, right?

- Good, turn left.

Did you see that?

Later I could show you

everyone's apartment,

on dad's other TV.

- This motherf***er!

(knocking)

Elvis!

Elvis, open up the motherfucking

door.

Elvis!

Come on, nigga, quit playing,

I'll stab you, motherf***er!

- Slow down.

Here's your boy, he's

fed, thanks to my cousin.

- You went in my place

and changed my lock?

- I swear to God, if you

don't stop screaming,

I'm gonna call 5-0 and I'm gonna

report you for trespassing.

So get the f*** out of here,

and then we're through.

- I need to get in my place!

- No, no, no, no.

No, it's my place. Here's

all your stuff, okay?

- Motherf***er, you ain't served

me!

- Listen, I've never had to,

what do you think, you're going

to play the squatting game?

Sit around here for free just to

get by?

Until the court system evicts

you?

It doesn't work like that...

- I'm gonna call the police.

- Call them!

And what are you gonna do,

you're gonna tell them about

your call girl business?

And how you leave your

boy alone all the time?

F***ing call them!

- F*** you, motherf***er.

- Listen, there's three months,

three months, 1,800, no pay.

So get the f*** out of here...

- Okay!

Okay, we'll see, nigga.

- I'm sorry, but grownups fight.

- All right, all right,

nigga, come on, baby.

You can keep this sh*t

in your dump-ass place.

- I will keep it, and I'm gonna

apply it

to your balance, okay?

Get the f*** out of here.

- You done f***ed with the wrong

b*tch,

that's what you just did.

Motherf***er, come on. Piece of

sh*t...

- Elvis, is everything okay?

- I just evicted her, man,

sorry about the noise.

Just enjoy your day.

- You're back so soon?

- You miss me?

Six.

- Visie, six is not 10, man.

- Well, step by step eh?

(electronic music)

Yeah, I'm making a late mortgage

payment.

Can you make sure it posts

today?

- [Speaker] Yes, it sure will,

sir.

(indistinct talking)

(laughing)

- Leka's getting married, eh?

(distorted music)

- Hey, Lek?

- What's up, man?

- What the f*** did she just say

about me?

- She didn't say anything, man.

- No, no, no, what did

she say about my wife?

- She didn't say nothing, man.

- I didn't f***ing say anything.

- Oh?

Say it to my face.

- [Leka] Let's just have a good

time.

- Say it to my face!

- What are you doing?

- To my f***ing face.

- Hey, you f*** it up with these

girls

and they f***ing leave,

I'll f***ing kill you.

Get the f*** out of here.

Get the f*** out of

here, you piece of sh*t!

Don't let him bother

you. Is your friend okay?

- [Girl] Motherf***er

wants to pull my hair out,

I'm calling the f***ing cops.

- [Pete] Chill.

- No, I'm calling the f***ing

cops!

- I am the cops, I am

the cops, sweetheart.

Ohh!

(distorted music)

- [Voiceover] Hey, baby,

I got off work early.

Lena's still at my mom's so

maybe we could go out tonight?

I'm gonna take a nap now.

Wake me when you get home, okay?

I love you, bye.

(bells ring)

- Ciao.

- And a whoopa!

- Dimitri, thanks, man.

- Be careful, it's very hot.

- I can see that.

- Enjoy.

- Eat, eat. Eat, Len.

Watch your hands, watch your

hands,

here, I'll cut it for you, I'll

cut it for you, don't worry.

So, that's kind of how it went,

like, we'd have to blow in

the games to get 'em to work.

Or stick him in the freezer.

- Daddy?

- Yeah, babe?

- Nothing, never mind.

- What? Speak.

You know I hate it when you do

that.

- Do you believe in Jesus,

daddy?

- Len, why are you asking

a bunch of questions

that have nothing to do

with what we're doing?

You're always bugging me to

bring you here

and now that I do, just never

mind, eat.

- Because Father Gjonni said you

didn't.

- Father Gjonni?

Why do you think you

haven't been at school?

Father Gjonni...

(phone buzzes)

What the f*** is this now,

again?

Hello?

- [Phone] You bark up the wrong

tree, dog.

- Who's this?

- [Phone] I am big f***ing

problem.

One of your renters friends, my

man.

- Oh, really, well I'm Elvis,

the king of lowlife tenants.

- [Phone] Rolexa needs

to get in her place.

She have something that belong

to me.

We gonna be by your spot

tonight.

- Look, my man, your

name ain't on the lease.

I can't talk to you about it,

but I'll tell you this much,

that b*tch owes me a lot of rent

and I'm probably never gonna

have it.

So if you do come by tonight,

you're gonna have a big f***ing

problem waiting for you.

Hello?

- Who was that?

- Nobody, just eat your food.

(video game beeps)

- Almost got that.

- Yeah, nice one.

- Ooh, did you see that one?

- Mmhm.

- Did you see that, daddy?

- Yeah, I saw it.

Daddy's gonna go have a

cigarette.

Len, give me my knife, it's

really sharp,

you can cut yourself.

(laughing)

- Oh, what's up, old guy?

Having some hot plans tonight,

huh?

- Yeah, I'm playing Xbox with my

daughter.

- Awesome. (laughs)

- Where you going, you going to

church?

- We're going clubbing.

- Yeah, that's a nice outfit.

- Yeah? Well you haven't even

seen it.

- I see everything around here.

- You do?

- [Elvis] Yeah.

- I'm gonna see you tomorrow?

- Maybe. I gotta check your

pipes.

(they laugh)

Checking all the pipes

in the whole building.

Yo, be careful.

- [Blerta] You're not needed

tonight,

I got some company.

- Yeah.

- [Blerta] Bye bye, old guy.

Hey, old man,

check out what you're

not gonna have tonight.

Ooh! Ooh!

- F***ing retards, man.

- Bye bye...

- I'll say hi to Leka.

- [Man] Back in the late 80s.

- [Man] That was like 79.

(laughing)

- Play dick!

- F***, man.

- You lose again, Visie?

- You hear about Leka's party?

I hear it was f***ing crazy.

- I gotta get the f*** outta

here,

my daughter's getting home from

school.

- Stick around, man, you

can owe me some more.

- Yeah.

I'm getting sick of this

motherf***er.

- [Man on left] Settle the f***

down.

- [Man on right] Relax.

- F*** you!

- Come back when you got my

4,000.

- Motherf***er.

(slow music)

(distorted music)

- You gonna hit this, man?

- This is some new sh*t or what?

- Yeah, man.

I'm so f***ing high.

So high...

(coughing)

(Kush laughs)

I gotta get to work, Visie.

Because my landlord's a f***ing

a**hole.

- Yeah.

- He's going to raise my rent.

If you help me, I could

pay you more for rent

because now I can't afford

to hire an assistant.

(laughing)

So we got our assistant right

here.

(laughing)

- That's really funny. (laughs)

Oh sh*t, here we go

Hit it from the back

Beat that ho

B*tch you better show respect

Say my name, snap your neck

- I gotta go, man, my daughter.

My daughter, man, from school.

(door opens)

- Hey, daddy.

- Hey, mommy's inside, just

go and leave a message.

- Yeah, we're gonna go.

- [Elvis] Okay.

- Are you coming?

(panting)

(distorted music)

- Come on, kiss me.

(banging)

(screaming)

- Stop.

- [Blerta] What's wrong, baby?

- Stop, get the f*** off me.

- I'm about to come.

- Get off!

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