Cash Only Page #5

he's a nice man, okay?

We'll get you something to eat.

(talks in Albanian)

- I better get paid for this,

man.

(Agroni mutters in Albanian)

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

20, 40, 60, 80, that's one.

Thanks man, here.

- Visie?

- Eh?

- What are you talking about,

bro?

I was just playing with the fag

sh*t,

why you take everything so

seriously?

Get back in the old country.

- What are you talking

about, man? They're renters.

I'm just helping them.

Mind your f***ing business, man.

- [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?

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