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(crackling)
(phone vibrates)
(rock music)
(heavy breathing)
- [Phone] New message.
- [Woman on voicemail] Hey baby,
I got off work early.
Lena's still at my Mom's.
(heavy breathing)
- [Man] State Tremlett
versus Elvis Martini,
94, 39, Brabet.
- Your Honor, this mortgage
remains
six months in arrears.
MCR 2.116, C9 demands
that this property be foreclosed
on.
In addition, Your Honor,
my client has just learned
that the insurance
coverage has been cancelled
due to Mr. Martini's
involvement with an arson
at his prior residence.
- [Defense attorney] That's
absolutely false, Your Honor.
This man lost his wife, lost his
house,
lost everything.
And not even single charge
was brought against him.
- I'm only stating facts clearly
supported
by a two-year investigation.
- Okay, let's calm down, both of
you.
- [Defense attorney] Your Honor,
we asking for a little
more time so Mr. Martini
can get his life in order.
- Mr. Martini is unemployed,
and is just biding time
at the bank's expense.
- Mr. Martini?
Mr. Martini.
Mr. Martini.
- Yes.
- What's your intention?
- I just need a little
time to pay what I owe.
I've never not paid anyone.
- Mr. Martini,
I'll give you four weeks.
If you could pay half of what
you owe,
then I'll consider giving you
more time.
- Your Honor, this man's
unemployed.
- You've said that, Counsellor.
Mr. Martini, do you have a job?
- Yes, I'm a landlord.
- Well, I suggest you get to
work, honey.
(phone rings)
- What are you still doing up,
Len?
- It's not my bedtime yet.
It's still early.
- Hello?
- [Phone] Yeah, I was just
calling
about the place you got for
rent.
Is it still available?
- Yeah, can you just, you know
what,
let me just get your number.
What's your name?
- [Phone] Jamal.
- [Elvis] 313.
- [Phone] 555
- [Elvis] 55.
- [Phone] 7200.
- 7200.
Yeah, we should have something
coming up,
and then when it's ready
I'll call you back.
- [Phone] Okay.
- Okay, thanks. Bye.
- [Phone] Appreciate ya.
- No problem.
(video game beeps)
- Look, I'm gonna go to the
store and get some cigarettes.
- Can I come? I want licorice.
- No, no, you stay here.
I'll bring them back to you.
- Hey.
Hi.
Hey, stay with her,
because I'm going to something.
Do you want something?
- C'mon, I got people.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- He's gonna come tomorrow.
He's gonna fix it, I said.
- You look nice.
Bye, ladies.
See you.
Bye, have fun.
You stay with her, please?
- Okay, okay fine.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Hello?
- [Phone] Hey man, I called you
last week
about that apartment.
You told me to call you back in
a week
to see if it done opened up.
I gots to be moving, man.
- No, I'm sorry, man, I'm full.
We got problems in that
building.
Bye.
- [Elvis] What's up, Lek?
- Chilling, Holmes.
- Hey Blert.
- Elvis.
- [Elvis] How's your mom?
- [Berta] She's good.
- Say hello for me.
- [Berta] I will.
Hey, please don't stay out late?
- Okay, I already just got here.
- When are you gonna come home?
- [Leka] I'll be home.
You straight to your
fucking sister's house.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Keys?
Okay.
- [Leka] What's up man?
Coming to my bachelor
party tomorrow night?
- [Elvis] No, man.
I don't think so.
- Don't be late.
- [Leka] Okay, I'll be here.
- Should be nicer to her, Lek.
- What up, man?
- Hey, I got your lamp,
cocksucker.
You owe me 150.
- Thanks Pete.
- Lek, what's up with the rent?
I need it, I got problems, man.
- [Leka] I got problems too,
man.
Getting married is not easy.
- You've been saying
you're gonna have the rent
for the last three months, man,
and my problems are
much bigger than yours.
- [Leka] Yeah, I got you next
week.
I've got something cooking.
Baku put me up on these crazy
dog fights.
I could have made a G last
night,
but I didn't have the
money to gamble with.
- Gimme a fucking break.
Stop gambling, get a job,
and start paying your rent.
I gotta talk to Agroni, come on.
(lively music)
Are you gonna come tomorrow, or
what?
Come on, man, please, for
me, bro, you got the tools.
I wanna pay you, I said.
- Yeah, you pay my dick.
- C'mon, man, for me, we're
friends.
- Okay, man!
I told you I'll come tomorrow.
Let me eat this fucking food,
man.
- [Elvis] Okay, okay.
You got the fucking uh,
this black tenant who's
working the system.
Three months, didn't pay me.
- How's your little Lena?
- She's good.
- Oh, I love Lena, she's such a
sweetie.
- Then you got this fucking
idiot.
Sits here gambling all night,
but doesn't have money for rent.
- [Agroni] Visie, Listen to me,
man,
you've got to fix this place up,
then you get better people in.
This is the way, man, I know.
- [Man] Hi Agroni.
- [Agroni] Hey, how you doing,
man?
- [Agroni] (mumbles)
- Good to see you.
Agroni, give me a minute,
I want to talk to this guy.
- I'll see you later.
- Hi, Visie.
- What's up, man?
- [Man] Where you been? I haven't
seen your face long time.
- I've been busy, man, swear to
God.
- Visie, You got my 10,000?
- I'm working on it, man.
You know that.
- Visie,
and you'd still owe me the
money.
- What's up, man? How you been?
- You doing okay?
- I'm tired, man.
Give me a pack of reds too,
please.
(hip hop music)
Just keep it, man, I figured it
out.
- [Shopkeeper] See you, my
friend.
- I'll see you.
Yo, Rolexa.
Rolexa, yo.
Yo.
- I'm tired, Elvis.
- Hey, talk to me.
I've been calling you all day,
you can't call nobody back?
- [Rolexa] I ain't got nothing
for you.
- Okay, okay.
You got a dog?
- No, these my wigs, and I had a
long day.
- Look, just listen to
me, relax okay? Please.
I need the rent, okay?
I'm giving you a warning.
This is the last time.
I don't want to have to put
you out, but I need that rent.
- The fuck outta my way.
- Look at this bitch. Those
ain't no wigs.
- [Lena] Daddy?
- [Elvis] Len, what
are you still doing up?
I thought you were sleeping.
- When am I gonna go back to
school?
I miss my friends.
- You will soon.
I got you this.
You're gonna go back to school.
- Daddy, can we call mommy?
- Yeah, we can.
We gotta stop doing this, okay?
Here.
- [Phone] Hi, it's me.
Leave a message after the
beep, and I'll get back to you.
- Hi Mommy, it's Lena.
I kind of had a good day today.
I had a high score in Galactica.
Daddy, want to talk to Mommy?
- [Elvis] No, I'm all set.
- Daddy said two bad words
today.
Anyway, I wanted to call you and
tell you,
sweet dreams with the angels.
Love you. Daddy does too.
Good night.
- [Elvis] Here.
- You wanna go to Opal?
- You mean right now?
- No, not right now.
I mean like tomorrow or the next
day.
- Yeah.
- [Elvis] I think it'll be fun.
- Okay.
- [Elvis] I love you so much,
okay?
- Love you too.
- Be a good girl and go to
sleep.
(sizzling)
(horn honking)
Watch the car, man, hey, hey
hey.
Watch the car, man.
- Watch my car, watch my car.
- Watch the fuck, yeah, watch
the car.
- I like the car more than you,
bitch.
- Hey, Lula went to the salon,
man,
you gotta fix her toilet.
- Yeah, we. Me. I am.
- [Elvis] No, okay.
You want a coffee?
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah. We got time for
that.
Let's go, man. We'll...
I fix Lula's toilet now.
Good seeing you, Father Gjonni.
- [Elvis] How's it going,
Agroni?
- Give me half hour, man.
- Okay, just do it good, man,
Lula's a pain in the ass.
Okay look, I'm gonna go
talk to some renters,
so just call for me
when you need me, okay?
- [Agroni] Yeah, man.
- All right, man.
(knocking)
- [Elvis] Kush.
- [Kush] Yo man, why you
bothering me? It's harvest time.
- We should talk about some
things.
- Talk about some things?
We're gonna talk about some
things.
- About the building, bro.
- We got the Arab girls here.
The Latin lovely ladies here.
I got the Turkish girls there,
the Lebanese girls there.
I got it all going on, man.
Oh, I got something for you too,
hold on,
I forgot to give it to you.
This is my new shit.
This is my new shit, you're
gonna love this. Woo!
Check it out.
You gonna smoke with me?
- Stop fucking with me, bro.
And how much power you
got coming down here, man?
- Just a little bit.
I increased it a little bit.
Let's go smoke, you're asking
too many questions now.
- Yeah, we should go smoke.
- [Kush] You're gonna love this
new shit,
I'm telling you, man.
You're the first person I'm
giving it to.
Wait 'til you try it, man,
you're gonna love it, love it,
love it.
- Kush, you can keep the weed,
man,
but we gotta come up with a
better number moving forward,
to keep this shit going right,
because I'm not fucking
with trading no more.
I mean, it's not worth it to
trade.
- You don't gotta deal
with this stuff, man.
I gotta deal with this fucking
shit.
- Bro, I gotta raise your rent,
and I want a small percentage of
the crop.
C'mon, man, I got a
million things to do, bro.
- I ain't big time like that,
man.
You can't do that, you can't
go back, I cleaned all this.
A deal's a fucking deal, man,
and now you're changing the
fucking...
- Bro, it's not worth it, man.
Everything's in my
name, I could, you know,
lose the fucking building,
bro, it's a liability, man.
- Why are you doing this?
- Kush, you got the whole
basement,
and a nice unit upstairs for
600, that ain't shit, bro.
- [Kush] You know what?
- [Elvis] Hey man.
- [Kush] Give me my fucking
shit, man.
One, two, three, four, five,
six.
Yeah, okay, no more of this.
That's fine.
- You got my rent or what, man?
- That ain't even cool, yeah,
I got your fucking rent.
I showed you my fucking porn,
I taught you what 80s music was.
- [Elvis] Just give me the
fucking rent, man, come on.
- I hope this fucking building
burns down with me in it.
What are you thinking about
going forward?
- [Elvis] I got to think about
it, man, I'll let you know.
And take this fucking picture
down, man.
I'm not gonna tell you any more.
- Yeah, well, you're not good at
your job,
it's fucking time for a
reelection.
I'm voting for the fucking
underdog, man.
Got no fucking friends
any more, but it's okay.
I got you, girl.
(moaning)
- Fuck...
Fuck. Oh, I'm gonna come.
(grunting)
- You want me to make you some
coffee?
- No, I gotta go.
- Oh, come on.
- Because Agroni's here.
- Hey baby, was this good? Was
it good?
- It was good.
You can do me a favor,
tell Leka to stop buying guns,
and start paying his rent.
I'll see you, sweetie.
- There you go, Elvis.
Sorry about the delay,
and, um, is it okay if I get a
receipt?
- [Elvis] Sure, Chad.
It's no problem, man. The
place looks great, bro.
Swear to God I've never seen it
this nice.
It is the best I've ever seen
it.
Could use two more guys
like him, eh, Agroni?
- Oh, thanks Elvis.
Hi, I'm Chad.
- Hi.
- See, Agroni, these are good
for the economy, man, you see?
They plant flowers and shit.
- Thanks. You guys want
something to drink?
- No, we're good, Chad, I swear
to God,
we got a million things to do
today,
man, I'm moving this
chick out down the hall.
So Chad, yo, let me ask you,
man,
like, why you guys moving
down here and shit?
- Homosexuals?
- No, man.
I mean, just like from the
suburbs.
- Well, the rent down here is
cheap.
The neighborhood's cute, you
know,
and it's different to what I'm
used to.
So, you move in, you invest in
the area,
you help it out and you build
something.
Actually...
All right, here you go,
you know, you guys should stop
by.
You should come by sometime, you
know,
um, you straight people are
allowed
to have fun too, you know.
- Is this your thing?
- Yep, that's my Saturday night
staple.
- Yeah, we can go on
Saturday, right, Agroni?
You got nothing going on.
- All right, cool, I'll
be there every Saturday.
- No, no understand, no.
- All right, man.
Well, thanks, Chad, again, bro.
- Thank you.
- Place looks great, just keep
doing what you're doing, man.
- Have a good day.
- What the fuck you
telling that faggot, man,
we're going to dicks club, huh?
- Okay, Agroni, it was a joke,
bro, relax.
- No, no, Visie, Visie, I
don't joke like that, okay?
- Okay, it's this one.
Open it up, change the lock,
and I'll go check out Lena.
- I don't like the dick, okay?
- Why not, man? You should try
it, bro, everyone's doing it.
- What?
(Agroni speaks in Albanian)
- It's in style man, we'll
find you a nice guy, bro.
What's up, Len?
- Are we gonna go to Opal later?
- Yes, yes, Len, just play,
okay.
If I finish, we will.
- Oh man.
- You've got more white paint,
right?
I'll take fucking this,
these fucking DVDs.
- Well it's too bad, man, tough
shit.
(toilet flushes)
- [Agroni] Hey!
- Hello?
Hello?
Oh, Ed, what's up, buddy?
Where's your mom?
- She working.
- She's working? Who are you
with?
- Just me.
Is that a real gun?
- Yeah, guns are bad
though. They're real bad.
- He won't let me play over
here.
- I bet he does, come on.
- Why ain't the water work?
- The water ain't working
because you're mom's money ain't
working.
Are you thirsty or hungry?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay, we're gonna
get you something to eat.
My cousin over here.
Hey.
- [Agroni] Yeah?
- [Elvis] Yeah, my
place, yeah, go feed him.
- Mr. Landlord?
- Yeah?
- Can your friend please
not take all the movies?
- When your mother calls,
you're gonna get it back,
but just go with my cousin,
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 shit.
Oh shit.
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
shit,
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 fucking 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 motherfucker!
(knocking)
Elvis!
Elvis, open up the motherfucking
door.
Elvis!
Come on, nigga, quit playing,
I'll stab you, motherfucker!
- 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 fuck 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?
- Motherfucker, 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?
Fucking call them!
- Fuck you, motherfucker.
- Listen, there's three months,
three months, 1,800, no pay.
So get the fuck 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 shit
in your dump-ass place.
- I will keep it, and I'm gonna
apply it
to your balance, okay?
Get the fuck out of here.
- You done fucked with the wrong
bitch,
that's what you just did.
Motherfucker, come on. Piece of
shit...
- 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking face.
- Hey, you fuck it up with these
girls
and they fucking leave,
I'll fucking kill you.
Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out of
here, you piece of shit!
Don't let him bother
you. Is your friend okay?
- [Girl] Motherfucker
wants to pull my hair out,
I'm calling the fucking cops.
- [Pete] Chill.
- No, I'm calling the fucking
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 fuck is this now,
again?
Hello?
- [Phone] You bark up the wrong
tree, dog.
- Who's this?
- [Phone] I am big fucking
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 bitch 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 fucking
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!
- Fucking retards, man.
- Bye bye...
- I'll say hi to Leka.
- [Man] Back in the late 80s.
- [Man] That was like 79.
(laughing)
- Play dick!
- Fuck, man.
- You lose again, Visie?
- You hear about Leka's party?
I hear it was fucking crazy.
- I gotta get the fuck 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
motherfucker.
- [Man on left] Settle the fuck
down.
- [Man on right] Relax.
- Fuck you!
- Come back when you got my
4,000.
- Motherfucker.
(slow music)
(distorted music)
- You gonna hit this, man?
- This is some new shit or what?
- Yeah, man.
I'm so fucking high.
So high...
(coughing)
(Kush laughs)
I gotta get to work, Visie.
Because my landlord's a fucking
asshole.
- 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 shit, here we go
Hit it from the back
Beat that ho
Bitch 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 fuck off me.
- I'm about to come.
- Get off!
- I'm about to...
Fuck you!
Elvis, what's wrong? Why are
you treating me like this?
- [Elvis] Fucking...
Fuck.
- What?
(distorted music)
- Come on, you have to get up.
Elvis? Elvis!
Elvis, look at me, you have to
get up!
Elvis, there's someone
downstairs.
Come on.
- Len!
Len!
Fuck. Lula?
- [Blerta] Lula? What happened
here?
- Oh, fuck me.
- [Blerta] Elvis? Elvis,
I think she's really hurt.
Lula! Lula, say something!
- Hey, hey, look...
Look, you got Leka's keys?
- Yeah.
- Get her to a hospital.
I'm sorry, baby.
Len! Len!
Len!
- [Phone] Hey, it's Rolexa,
you know what to do after the
tone.
- Rolexa, call me back, please.
Look, let us handle this before
it gets out of our hands.
Everything's gonna be straight,
I promise you, call me.
Okay? Call me, please.
Fuck, Rolexa.
Fucking bitch.
Agh, you fucking asshole.
(tense music)
Fucking bitch.
You're getting fucking high,
huh?
Oh fuck.
Oh shit.
What the fuck did you do?
Fuck!
(tires screech)
Oh shit. Oh fuck.
(phone rings)
Hello? Hello?
- [Phone] What's up, Elvis?
- Where's my daughter, man?
- [Phone] You know, everybody,
they have a weak spot, King.
Any dog can go down.
- I'll let you know
where Rolexa's place is,
bring me back my daughter
please.
- [Phone] You play games,
your girl gonna get it
just like Rolexa.
- No, no, I'm not playing games,
man,
what do you want from me?
- [Phone] 25 Gs, dog, by
midnight.
- 25 Gs for what?
I got nothing to do with
you and Rolexa's business.
- [Phone] Your property,
your liability, my man.
My 10, 5 for interest,
10 for inconvenience.
By midnight,
and you have her back in
better shape than you left her.
- She's just a kid, please, man.
- [Phone] No police either, or
she die.
- Okay, okay, no cops, let
me just hear her voice,
just wanna make sure she's okay.
- [Phone] Keep your phone
charged.
- Fuck!
(phone rings)
- Yeah, man?
- Agroni, look, I got a big
fucking problem. Where are you?
- In shop.
- We gotta talk.
Stay there, bro, stay at
the shop, I'm coming now.
(dogs bark)
I'm telling you, man,
I don't have anything.
6,000, man, that's all I got,
man.
Take it or leave it Elvis, come
on.
And I'm fucking begging you,
bro.
I need 10, the bank's
gonna take the building.
- You know how much I like the
car,
but that's all I can give you,
man.
Okay, I give you six, and
I'm gonna loan you two.
- Listen to me, I need 10.
Please, man.
- Here.
Here's two more.
Man, I need this back, man.
- Okay, okay.
- I'm broke like you now, man.
- Oh, come on, man, you're
killing me.
- Just to get around, man,
please.
- Here, here.
Here is your Lamborghini, take
it.
- Kush.
- What the fuck, man?
You losing the building,
you don't say shit?
- I'm not losing the building,
man,
what are you talking about?
- Bank served all the tenants,
man.
You dirty motherfucker.
What am I gonna do with my crop?
You could have fucking
said something, man.
- Look, man, look right
here, I paid the bank.
- I don't fucking trust you,
man, that's bullshit, man.
Fuck you, man. You could
have fucking told me.
- Kush, listen to me, I'm
in some deep shit, man.
My daughter got snatched.
Yeah. If you don't believe me,
go look in my fucking place.
I swear to God. I need you
to borrow me some money.
I'll hit you back, and you
can live here for free.
- You're full of shit, man.
- [Elvis] I'm not full of shit,
man.
- You know what? Bad things
happen to bad people.
- Come on, Kush, man. You
gotta fucking believe me, bro.
- I'm chopping my crop,
and I'm fucking out of here
tomorrow.
- Kush, why you gotta be
like that, man? Come on.
Just like that, huh, Kush?
- Yeah, like that.
And I don't want you
fucking down here, man.
Leave me the fuck alone.
- Fuck. Fuck.
Hi.
(phone rings)
Hello?
- [Phone] I was calling
about the apartment for rent,
is it still available?
- Yeah, it's actually a nice
place.
You know, I've been getting
calls for it all week,
why don't you...
You know what, you come
by in the next hour,
I'll waive your first month's
rent.
Just bring a security deposit,
I won't even check your credit.
- [Phone] Really?
- Yeah, just come by here,
you could check it out,
it's a nice place.
- [Phone] Okay.
- Okay, great.
- [Phone] I come by to see it.
- Okay. Bye.
I need 20 keys, man.
- 20?
- Yeah, 20.
(tense music)
Oh fuck.
Hey, Jamal, this is Elvis
Martini, man.
You called me last week
and left me a voicemail
at the place for rent?
You still looking for a spot or
what?
Okay, great.
No cheques though, that's the
only thing,
I'm not charging the security
deposit,
I'm not gonna check any credit,
it's a special we got going.
If you could just bring
cash, that would be great.
Can you get by at like, six?
Hey, Mustafa, this is Elvis
Martini.
You called last week
about a place for rent.
Henry, hey man, you called me
last week
about the apartment for rent?
Hi, Jenny?
Hey, Jose.
Oh, it's beautiful man,
it's a hipster place, bro.
Few kids is okay, it's got
one bedroom, it's fine.
Yeah, Ben, the building's safe.
It's a very clean neighborhood,
it's all old Polish ladies here.
Yeah, we got a special,
there's no security deposit,
no credit check.
Right, no, no, it's a special,
cash only. Just bring cash.
Yeah, cash is cool.
Just bring cash, and
that way if you like it,
it'll speed it up.
You wanna come by and check it
out?
If you can get by tonight,
we could do something.
6:05 works, right?
6:10 works?
6:15.
6:20.
6:25.
Yeah, man, 6:45.
Just bring cash and I'll see you
at 6:50.
Jamal? I'm Elvis, how you doing?
- Nice to meet you.
- You guys here for the showing?
You wait in the hallway if you
want.
So, just take a look around,
if you have any questions,
just let me know, man.
- [Jamal] Carpet's looking a
little rough.
- Yeah, we can like,
simonize it or some shit.
Shampoo it nice.
I mean, it's just a good area,
man.
Look, I really don't feel
like being here all day, man,
I got all these people here,
you seem like a really nice
guy, you were here first,
so what do you think,
man, you wanna do this?
- If it's cool with you, I
could be in by the first.
- All right,
you brought that cash we talked
about?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Absolutely, absolutely.
- 500 right?
- [Jamal] 500 even, you can
count it.
- Like we talked about, perfect.
Got the key right here.
I ain't gonna count it, I trust
you, man.
When we go outside, you know,
just out of respect for them
because they came here,
just act like, you know,
you're still thinking about it.
How do you spell your last name?
All right, Jamal, thanks
for coming out, man.
- I appreciate it.
- Do you wanna come in?
Okay, just take look around.
(tense music)
- It smells a little
bit like weed in here.
- No, it's from the paint, man.
Two, four, six, eight,
10, 12, 14, 16, 18. 15, 16.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fucking shit.
Where the fuck am I gonna get
six Gs.
Cheap dicks. Cheap dicks!
You fucking cheap dicks!
Fuckers, man.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Agh.
(phone rings)
Hello.
- [Phone] What up, dog?
How are you doing with
that money, my friend?
- How's my girl, man?
- [Phone] In front of factory.
First gate, park at midnight.
Solo, no tools.
You try some funny shit,
your girl gonna be fed.
What kind of ride you got?
I dunno, man, it's a piece of
shit.
- [Phone] Someone will flash
you.
- Hello?
What the fuck am I gonna do.
Give me something.
Fucking help me!
Please!
(tense music)
(indistinct talking)
- Maria, how's everything
over here doing today?
That's very good.
I hope you're ready, I've
gotta cut you down a day early.
Fucking asshole Elvis didn't
tell anybody
he's getting thrown out of the
building.
How about you, Layla?
Oh shit getting into a jam over
here.
Hold up, wait a minute
Wait a minute, hold up
Oh oh, oh oh
Work it, work it
Work it, work it
Hold up, wait a minute
Wait a minute, hold up
Oh oh, oh oh.
(Kush sings)
What the fuck! What the fuck!
Again? God damn!
Fucking tape again, you
fucking piece of shit!
Fucking...
They don't fucking make these
any more,
you fucking asshole!
Fucking Sophie, shut the fuck
up!
I got fucking work to do!
Fuck.
Motherfucker. Damn shit.
Fuck.
- Kush, I'm sorry.
(tense electronic music)
(siren wails)
- What's up?
- Oh, what up, Pete.
- Visie.
- Yeah, man.
- Where'd you get this piece of
shit, huh?
Debt finally take all your money
and your car, you fucking homo?
- No, man, it's Agroni's
while he's fixing the Benz.
- What happened to your head,
man?
- I was just playing
with my daughter, bro.
What up, man? I gotta go.
- Hey, slow the fuck down, okay?
- All right, man.
Fucking dickhead.
(electronic music)
Come on.
(tense music)
Yo, how we doing this? Where's
my...
Oh shit.
- Fall back.
- Put it down.
- Okay, okay, man.
- Put it the fuck down.
- I got the money, man.
- You're fucking retarded.
What the fuck is your problem?
You know he said no heat.
- Okay, okay, relax.
- Hey, man, hurry the fuck up.
- Calm the fuck down.
- Nigga, hurry up.
- You're really sticking
me in the fucking trunk?
- Get the fuck in.
- All right man, all right.
- Get in the trunk, nigga.
Your dumbass all slow as shit.
(tense electronic music)
(phone rings)
- [Phone] Hello.
- [Phone] What are you talking
about?
What do you want me to do?
- [Phone] Find Pete, how?
- Figure it out.
- [Man on right] Come on, bitch.
- Okay, man, okay.
- [Man on left] Walk.
- What the fuck is this place,
man?
- Shut the fuck up and walk.
- Look, where is this guy?
- [Man on left] You keep fucking
walking.
- [Man on right] And you don't
get shot.
- Go, man, keep walking,
man, what you doing?
- Fall back, man.
- Scared as shit, talk shit now.
- Hey, hey, chill the fuck out.
Come on, follow me.
- Fucking bitch.
- Where's my daughter, man?
- He don't like your ass either.
- [Elvis] Where the fuck is this
guy?
- [Man on left] Bitch ass
- Where is she, man?
Here's your money.
All right, man, tell this
motherfucker to relax.
- So you're the king, huh?
- Get the fuck off me, bro.
- Like Elvis Presley.
I'm Dino.
- Yeah, man, I'm Albanian. You?
I tell you what I am, a purist.
- Where the fuck is my girl,
man?
- Sit down, come.
- All right, man.
Yo, man, tell your man to
fucking calm down, huh?
- You hear that? That's pure,
that sound.
They're better than us, you
know?
They're cleaner, and they're
smarter, they're more loyal.
Just depends who raised them.
Discipline.
Teach them.
- Dino, please, man,
let's just finish this.
Where's my girl, bro?
- Thing is, I never have
children
because I know I am improperly
bred to raise them correct.
Like your tenant Rolexa, huh?
The one you shit on all the
time?
She's terrible mother.
- I never shit on her, okay?
I took care of her son a couple
of times.
It was your girl or something?
- She was not mine, she
belonged to streets.
She sucked dick for a living.
(dogs bark)
She steals from me, you know.
She had somebody steal from me.
I kill her.
- Dino, I did what you asked
for, man.
- You good father, King? Huh?
My father, he's not very nice.
It's healthy to suffer
sometimes, you know?
To suffering is to cleansing.
My children, they gotta suffer.
They value when I feed
them that much more.
- Dino, I understand,
man. I fucked up, okay?
I'm sorry. What are we gonna do
here?
I'm gonna watch you eat or what?
- Jag, clean up the ring.
- It's what we agreed to, man.
- Yeah, okay.
(laughing)
(he whistles)
I bet you work hard for this,
huh?
- I did what I had to do.
- I don't see that because
this not 25 Gs, man.
That's what we talk
about on the phone, huh?
- Let me see her face, let
me see she's okay, okay?
You got half there, you
follow me, you get the rest.
Okay? And we're done.
- Yeah? Ah.
Dog,
what do you think, huh?
You think I'm one of
these dumb fucking tenants
you fuck with all day?
- No, man.
Let's just finish this,
that's all I wanna do.
(Dino laughs)
- Your little girl, she's
something else, you know?
She louder, scratched harder
than a lot of little bitches
I see before.
You train her well, huh?
- Lena!
(grunting)
Don't! look at me!
- No! Daddy no!
No!
No! Daddy, no!
- The money's in the trunk.
The money's in the fucking
trunk!
Dino, the money's in the trunk,
man,
don't hurt my fucking daughter.
- Check the trunk, bring
me the loot, go, go!
- I didn't do this for no
fucking reason!
(dogs bark)
- No, no! Don't hurt him!
- Oh you motherfuckers!
You sick motherfuckers!
- What do you think, G?
Maybe we're gonna feed this
motherfucker's girl to Lucifer,
make him watch.
What do you think, Lucy, huh?
It's been a long time since
you have some human meat,
I'm sure, huh?
- Len, turn around! I'm okay,
baby.
She don't need to see this,
man, get her outta here, man,
it's just between you
and me, you motherfucker.
- Listen to you.
I bet you act like you're
Christ and shit to people, huh?
Remember all that slick shit
you was talking to me on
the phone, Shqiptar, huh?
(he speaks in Albanian)
To my dogs, I am their savior.
I bet you wish you had
one right about now.
(he speaks in Albanian)
G, let's go.
- Daddy!
- Everything's gonna be okay!
Turn around!
Dino, please! Oh fuck!
She doesn't need to see this
shit.
Fuck you, man.
Agh fuck! It's between me and
you, man.
No, no, stop, stop.
No, no, no, no, no.
Dino, enough! Dino, enough!
Agh. Dino, stop it!
No, no, no, no.
- Daddy!
(screaming)
- Oh you motherfuckers!
Agh shit!
- Okay, very good, G.
Go outside, check on them, okay?
I'm gonna have some fun with
this.
- [Elvis] Lena, turn around.
- Yeah, turn around.
- [Elvis] You motherfucker,
Dino.
- I'm here, baby, I'm here.
- [Elvis] She doesn't need to
see this!
- What do you want? What do you
want?
What do you want? You want this?
- [Elvis] No!
- How about this?
- [Elvis] Dino, please, man,
fucking take it and get out of
here!
Okay, okay, okay.
Dino, enough, okay, Dino.
- Daddy!
- Very good, very good.
Just like the sheep back home,
we slice them, eat them well
done.
You got a lot of good meat,
baby.
- [Elvis] Agh you sick
fuck! You sick fuck!
- Yeah.
- [Elvis] I'm gonna fucking
kill you, you motherfucker.
- You're not gonna do nothing,
man,
you're gonna do nothing.
- Lena.
- Dad!
- Don't make me kill you in
front of her
and then fuck your bloody
corpse, okay?
- [Pete] Get on the ground,
motherfucker!
- Get off, you sick
motherfucker!
- You gonna like this shit?
You like this huh?
- No! Don't hurt him!
- Watch your daddy, watch your
daddy.
Argh! You sick motherfucker!
(shouting)
(Dino gags)
- Get me out of here, daddy.
Daddy...
Daddy. Daddy.
- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, okay.
(phone rings)
Hey, baby, come on, come on.
- [Phone] Leave a message after
the beep
and I'll get back to you.
- Hey, it's me.
I kind of forgot what you
sounded like.
I quit smoking.
So, Lena says she wants
to make video games
when she grows up.
I know, that's crazy, right?
She's getting so big, and
she's just like you, smart.
And she just loves, and loves,
and loves.
And I don't deserve it
the way I never deserved you.
I'm so sorry,
I don't know what's coming after
this
but I'm ready for it, you know?
I'm trying.
I'm trying so hard.
I miss you more and more every
day.
(electronic music)