The Dunning Man (2017) Movie Script
I can put you in
touch with someone.
They might make
you an offer, OK?
It would get you
out of the hole.
Hell, you might even
make some money.
Think about that, huh?
Don't walk away.
I'm giving you an
opportunity here.
You asked me for help.
Whoa!
Oh, my
name is Jock Stewart.
I am a canny gun man and a
roving young fellow I've been.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
Well, I took out my
dog and him I did shoot
all down in the county Kildare.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
So come fill up your
glasses of brandy and wine.
Whatever it costs, I will pay.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
Christ, kid.
What happened to you?
You stumble drunk
or you lose a fight?
Hey.
That little thing?
Just some rough loving.
Whoa.
Big women.
Hey.
Named Herman.
Oh, god.
That's disgusting.
Ugh.
Let's just say my last
few days in New York sucked.
We'll leave it at that.
Yeah.
So uh, I guess you found
some other place to live.
I mean, you called me.
You say you might need a
place, and then I call you back
and I don't hear nothing.
No matter how many
messages I leave for you...
OK, I'm a shithead, all right?
But yeah, I got an
apartment at Beachgate.
I'm going to stay over there.
Empty units.
That's not good.
You got something else going?
I got one tenant.
I barely charge him enough
to cover the mortgage.
Yeah, well, that's smart.
Thank you for that.
But I got another
one I just leased.
Short term, big money.
How big?
$3,000 a month for six months.
At Beachgate?
No, no, no.
Something fishy going on there.
I need the cash.
Didn't I tell you
not to invest your own money
in those properties?
Yeah.
Lost all Ursela's money
on that other deal.
Shit, what's safer than
invested in New York City?
It's a fucking island
for Christ's sake.
So's Atlantic City.
Bottom fell out of here
a dozen times over.
But if you kept your money out,
it'd be somebody else holding...
this does give me the
opportunity to say,
I told you so.
But at least you're
out clean, right?
I still owe Ursela.
About $20 grand.
$20 grand, ladies and
gentlemen! $20 grand.
Well, you're on your own, kid.
No, I'm not asking
you for the money.
But thanks, Uncle.
Now tell me, how's she
coming after you for it?
Shit, she don't even want it.
All right.
She's not pissed off about
the money, so how come you
guys aren't together right now?
I don't know.
I guess I feel bad about it.
Oh, get over
your fucking self!
Please!
Please, go back
to the rich girl.
Ask her to stake you again.
I mean, she's a fucking faucet.
And that ass of hers...
Stop, all right?
That's just wrong on so
many levels, you old man.
You know
people need money, right?
Yes, of course, I
know people need money.
Just... I hate thinking
that the best I got coming
for me is being Mr. Roper.
You're not going
to be Mr. Roper.
Don't worry about that.
Mr. Roper had a wife.
You're... you're like that
other guy, the alone fuck.
Mr. Furley, you
depressing fuck...
What's your plan?
Well, the first
thing I'm going to do
is try and get in shape.
- Bought myself a bike.
- Oh, yeah.
I hear there's a lot
of money in that.
No, I... a real plan.
Is there still
a game at Lucky's?
Oh, that's a bad plan.
I've got to pay my mortgage.
Well, sell the piece of
shit condos and cash out.
No.
That's the only thing
I've ever done on my own.
That was with my money.
Yeah, bullshit.
I know why you
want to keep them.
But if you want to
gamble, go to the casinos.
Hit on the fish.
No.
Casinos are falling apart, just
like the rest of this town.
You know what I should've done,
I should've gone to Vegas.
Oh, fuck Vegas.
You know, that's as phony
as fucking Disneyland.
They've got gondola rides.
They've got an
Eiffel fucking Tower.
It's a copy of 100
fucking different things.
And you know the first thing
they copied, A fucking C, baby.
Atlantic City.
This is the real fucking deal.
Pick the right
party, get the night started.
She carrying the fake
if they try carding.
Every night is the same
mission, living life like we
about to hit the age limit.
Says she do it for the
if she could get
hit off a gram or a line.
Taking vodka shots, selfies
at the popular spots.
Fuck.
Hey, Alice.
Well, if it isn't Connor Ryan.
Whoa.
Wait, what happened to your eye?
Don't ask.
Uh, brought you something.
It's for the banging.
This is a noise machine.
Noise I got.
Helps with
the other noise.
Just going to plug it in.
Thunderstorms, I
don't know what else.
Ooh, shamanic flutes.
Shamanic flutes?
- That's what it said.
- I'm excited.
You ready?
Yes.
Sounds real.
Fuck me, Daddy.
Now, in my baby hole.
Oh, you meant banging.
Mm-hmm.
Baby hole.
Their bedroom's
on the second floor.
How... how do you
hear it down here?
I don't know, but
Ava hears it too.
She's nine, Connor.
I ain't trying to let
her hear all that.
Yeah, I know.
That's messed up.
Yeah.
Listen, they're
not my tenants,
but I'll go talk to them.
Yes, please.
Tell them to bite
a pillow, at least.
The girl was yelling
like a cat in heat
when I got home from work.
Shit didn't even sound fun.
Probably wasn't.
I mean, you know...
Hey, baby.
You and these braids.
What you doing at school that
your hair looks like this
at the end of the day.
Hi, Ava.
Hey.
Hello, Mr. Ryan.
Hello, Mr. Ryan.
What's that in your hand?
It's a good luck charm.
I made it.
Oh, do you know how badly I
need one of those right now?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, here's my bookbag.
Excuse me?
Sorry.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Bye, Mr. Ryan.
Bye, Ava.
All right.
I got to take off.
But listen, I'm going to go
check in on the upstairs.
I mean, she can't be
hearing about baby holes.
Hey, before I go, um,
do you think I could get
the rent check for this month?
You know what?
Why don't you come
back and tell me
how it goes with the
kama sutra club upstairs,
and I'll get you then.
Yo, who is it?
It's Connor Ryan.
I own the, uh, unit downstairs.
Karma Lion?
All right, come
on up, Karma Lion.
Atlantic City, bitch.
Atlantic City, bitch.
Atlantic City, bitch.
We don't give a shit.
On the beach, getting
raunchy with a ..
Pass the Mary Jane, we
smoking Jersey fresh.
Y'all sitting on the couch
while we ..
OK, OK, OK!
Easy!
Easy, easy!
Dog, bed, now!
Yo, lion, come on up.
Christ.
Shit, sorry, uh... fuck.
Hey, man.
Yeah.
Karma Lion.
What's that, a stage
name or something?
Uh, it's Connor, actually.
C... Connor Ryan.
Yeah, but, but, but that
sounds kind of nice, right?
Karma Lion.
Karma Lion.
Who is this cat?
Karma Lion?
He's just this cat.
Just this cat.
Karma Lion.
Good band name.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Um, album title.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey.
You need something pressed?
What?
Oh.
He the one that
kicked shit on your car?
I... no, I didn't.
I mean, I...
OK, wait, wait,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
So you come here to apologize?
No, actually.
I came...
No?
So what?
Kicking shit on a
man's car doesn't
warrant a sorry about that?
Or is that just for
a white man's car?
I just came up to
ask you a favor, OK?
And now I just...
this is fucking nuts.
Yeah.
I'm just fucking with you.
He's about to walk out.
Where the fuck you going?
Hey, hey, hey.
It's just dog shit, all right?
I mean, she said you
cleaned it off, right?
Yeah.
I mean, what else can you
ask a man to do besides take
care of his own shit?
In this case...
Dog shit.
There you go.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh.
What can I do for
you, Karma Lion?
Are you William Jones?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's me.
D... do you want
to go downstairs
and maybe just talk down there?
I mean, I don't...
I don't want to disturb
her, uh, her work.
We good.
We cool, right, baby?
Always.
OK, um, the thing is, I have
a couple apartments in here.
Three, actually.
And I got one right below you.
And there's this... there's
this really, really sweet
lady who lives down there...
Ooh!
That honey-coated sister
with the pretty face?
Yeah, yeah.
That's her.
Alice.
Nice.
You... you... you...
you hitting that?
No, I just...
I just rent my unit to her.
Shit, I'd rent
my unit to her too.
It's not like that.
Give her a long lease.
You know what I'm talking about?
Listen, the thing is, she's
been complaining about the,
uh, the love sounds.
Love sounds?
Yeah.
You mean fucking?
Cause what we be doing
in here is fucking.
Yeah, I guess that's it.
I guess that's right.
You saw Bree
downstairs, right?
Sharon here.
What you expect a man to do?
OK.
Well, uh, the thing of
it is, see, she's got...
she's got a nine-year-old
girl, right?
She's got a shorty down there.
Yeah.
Hey...
Yeah.
My... my bad.
And those... those sounds,
they're... they're difficult
to...
to, uh...
Shit.
...categorize
for a kid, you know?
Mm.
I bet.
So maybe we
could try and keep it...
keep it down?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
OK.
Thanks.
Thanks...
Yeah.
Jesus.
AC, bitch.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
At least they're
not in my ceiling.
What about my AC?
Yes, yes.
Um, does it work anywhere?
Oh, the bedroom is a furnace.
Getting to where I've
been keeping my drawers
in the freezer like Marilyn.
You put your underwear
in the freezer...
I pay for air conditioning.
OK.
You're right.
I'm on it.
I promise.
Oh, these are good.
I'm on it.
I promise.
Did you make these too?
I piddle a little.
Oh, come on.
A dog?
You know the rules!
You're going to
upcharge me for a dog?
Really?
I'm broke.
That's $150 bucks.
Shouldn't I?
Come on.
Ava loves that dog.
And I already wrote you
the check for this month.
And... and maybe it wasn't
even a dog you heard.
I mean, as far as you know.
Maybe it wasn't.
I'll see you later.
Wait a sec.
Here.
Luck charm.
Thanks.
What's up, Jerod.
Ryan.
Uh, how's the, uh,
the limo thing going?
Why, you going
to write a book?
Connor's
here about the air.
Good.
Connor.
Shit's getting hot in here.
Best hop to it, landlord.
Throwing money
on the dance floor.
Shorty, what you spend
a couple grand in the club,
empty hand to the landlord.
We be getting it
for damned sure.
Getting it for damned sure.
G... getting it for damned sure.
Say you want to party, pop
that molly, grab a handful.
We getting it for damned sure.
G... getting it for damned sure.
Say you're trying to get hot.
We got and more.
What's up?
Did you deposit the
check from the new tenants yet?
No.
No, I'm not coming
to a golf course.
I just need to know if you
put the check in the bank.
Gillian, I'm not
coming to a fucking...
Yes!
Gil, you know I love
you, but you're horrible,
and you drive me fucking insane.
Relax and enjoy
your life, honey,
or you're going to
have an aneurysm.
I do relax, all right?
I do enjoy my life.
No, you don't.
You're so stressed
about last week
or next week, you
never enjoy the middle.
What's up with
your scorecard, by the way?
You've got fucking
smiley faces all over it.
Those are the
holes I'm happy with.
I have some frowny faces too.
Why so angry today?
Because I got zippo fucking
money in the bank, that's why.
I should have,
what? $6... $6 grand,
security rent from
what's your name?
Erika Dietz-Hoffman.
Whatever.
Where's my money, Gil?
I sent you an email.
Her air conditioning
doesn't work.
Oh, her too.
Fucking... these fucking
air conditioners.
They won't pay
till it's fixed.
So what?
She hasn't paid me anything?
I didn't want to
sign her, sweetie.
She won't put the lease in her
name, no utilities in her name.
- I said, there's something fishy.
- OK, look.
Her dad owns the bank.
That's where they keep
the fucking money.
I'm just saying, I
don't trust show people.
The deposit never
covers the damage.
What do you
mean, show people?
She's got a magic
animal act at the Taj Mahal
for a few months.
Magic animals?
Magic and animals.
It's called Untamed Illusions.
Shit.
I'll send
another notice today.
I need more than
a notice, Gil.
I'm about to lose everything,
and the bank is coming
at me with the fucking F word.
That's your favorite word.
Fore-fucking-closure.
I have her lawyer's
number, Sandone.
All right.
Look, give me that.
I'll go check on these piece
of shit air conditioners.
Come hit a
golf ball before you go.
You'll feel better.
Not a
fucking chance, Gil.
Credit card's declined.
What'd you do?
Run the whole thing?
No, I just ran the
half I need up front.
You take a check?
On a declined credit card?
No.
Come on, man.
Listen, my rent is due
in, like, two days.
Can you just cut me some slack?
I'm sorry, man.
I got two chihuahuas
at home to feed.
Jesus Christ.
Christ.
The fuck?
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
A tiger?
You have a fucking
tiger in my apartment?
The fuck!
Who are you?
I'm your fucking
landlord, freako.
Landlord?
Freako?
This is my apartment.
You... you rent me!
You... you.
No!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
You not leave.
Oh, I leave.
I leave.
I very much fucking leave.
Fuck!
You take off clothes.
What?
You take off clothes!
The fuck is wrong with you?
Ferdinand.
Who this?
Something wrong?
We got problem.
JOSEPH
This is Joseph Sandone.
What the fuck is
happening in my apartment?
JOSEPH That sort
of language isn't helpful,
Mr. Ryan.
No.
No, I... what the
fuck is happening?
There... there is thousands
of dollars worth of damage!
JOSEPH
Calm down, please.
Your clients have a
tiger in my apartment.
And that's not the
fucking weirdest
shit I've seen in there!
JOSEPH
What can I say?
They're cat people.
Listen, those crazy
ass fucking Russians...
JOSEPH Ramos and
Ferdinand are Chechen warriors.
I don't give a
fuck what they are!
That doesn't matter.
JOSEPH Oh, no?
The big guy?
He tried to get me to
take my clothes off.
That matters.
And I'm calling
the fucking police.
That fucking matters!
JOSEPH You're
way out of your depth.
Are you kidding me?
JOSEPH I'm not.
You know you're late
on your fucking rent, right?
JOSEPH Not when the
air conditioning doesn't work.
Air?
JOSEPH Air.
Air.
JOSEPH Exactly.
Do you know your
clients dress up like animals...
JOSEPH No, I don't.
But I do know the lease
states that all appliances
will be kept in working order.
Oh, that's your game?
JOSEPH
This is not a game.
That's your
fucking game, dickhead.
Well, guess what?
You're going to pay
me my fucking rent,
you're going to clean
up my fucking apartment,
and you're going to get the
fucking crazies out of there,
or I'm going to call the police.
And then I'm going to
shut off the fucking power
that your client wouldn't
put in her own fucking name!
JOSEPH That's pretty scary,
Mr. Ryan, but
you're also lacking
a certificate of occupancy,
which you are required to have.
A what?
JOSEPH Which
you are required to have.
If the police become involved,
that will be reported,
and you'll most
certainly face a fine
and a substantial legal fee.
Fuck you and your fine.
JOSEPH I don't
think you're hearing me.
Rules don't concern them.
They're warriors in
the spirit of the wolf.
They don't fear death.
They attack when
they're wounded.
Trust me, today should best be
considered a misunderstanding.
Are you shitting me?
JOSEPH
Good day, Mr. Ryan.
Fuck me.
I couldn't be
what you wanted me to be.
That's OK.
Just time to leave this city.
I've got a plan like
the man in the sand.
I'll change things.
It'll be OK again.
Atlantic City.
I am the man in the sand.
Don't look back.
Time to get on track.
Don't ask why.
Keep looking at the sky.
Just want to be free, break
these chains off of me.
Going to roll that dice.
Don't have time to think twice.
I am the man in the sand.
Now I am a man with a plan.
, asshole!
light
up before my eyes.
What kind of
game would that be?
My dad used to play here.
Frank Ryan?
So you're Frank's boy.
Haven't seen you
since you were little.
And Bishop's your uncle.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
You can't play.
Why?
Your uncle called.
He said you'd want in.
He told me to be discouraging.
What's your name?
My name is not relevant
to this conversation.
This other cop
goes through my bags,
and he gets out all
my pills, and he lines
them up on the
counter like this.
And he goes, hey, lady!
These all your pills?
I'm like, you took
the bag off me.
You know it's mine.
And then he goes, you take
all these fucking pills?
I said, hell, yeah.
When I get twitchy,.
MAN
MAN Yeah?
MAN He's here.
MAN Really?
MAN Yeah,
it's not pretty.
You might want to send
someone to clean up.
MAN All right.
MAN By the way,
who the fuck is Ursela?
MAN Are
you fucking kidding me?
Uh-oh.
Hey.
You sick, Mr. Ryan?
Do I look sick to you?
Yeah.
You got throw up on your leg.
Yeah.
That's gross.
Mama's boyfriend looks
like that sometimes too,
only he ain't really
her boyfriend no more.
Why do you say that?
Mama said he wasn't
her boyfriend no more,
and for me not to call him that.
Huh.
Yeah.
And she said he could
pack up, and he yelled.
And then she said some bad
words to him, and he left.
Well, she was probably
just mad, right?
I mean, you know she didn't
want you to hear those words.
Oh, I didn't hear them.
She got an all close
and said something real quiet.
But I saw his eyes get all big.
He shut up right quick.
So I know.
That's... that's funny.
Bad words aren't
funny, Mr. Ryan.
You're right.
Bad words are not funny.
OK.
Bye, Mr. Ryan.
Bye, Ava.
Stupid dog!
Ugh!
Help!
Zorro!
Shit!
Here.
Calm down.
You OK?
Zorro.
Zorro.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Good, good, good.
Sorry for the scare, shorty.
There you go.
You're Stryker Jones!
Come on.
Whatever.
Come on.
Let's go.
That was Stryker Jones!
Look at Karma Lion,
going all hero and shit.
Come on, Zorro.
Whatever you say.
Ah!
Mr. Jones.
Call me Stryker.
How'd you know I live here?
Did you think you Batman?
Walk off and nobody
see where you go?
No.
Little something.
This for me?
How'd you know I drink Irish?
Didn't.
Don't like it, don't drink it.
Thanks.
Hey, oh, let me, uh,
ask you a question.
What were you
thinking today when
you snatch up the little
girl and the ugly ass dog?
You had no stick, you had
no gun, nowhere to run.
I guess I just thought
it was better for the dog
to bite me than her.
Hmm.
OK.
I mean, he wouldn't
have bit her.
The dog, yeah, but not her.
Well, that mama says
she loves that dog, so...
All right.
Hey, have a good night.
Thanks for that.
There's a
in an old hotel,
and a waitress and a
bartender and no one else.
Connor Ryan.
You're not supposed to be here.
Oh.
Sorry.
No, no, no.
I'm baking you a cake.
I was going to surprise you.
Why do I get a cake?
Because I heard
what you did for Ava.
Hey, how's your, um...
Oh, it's... it's fine.
It's just a nip.
What are you making?
I really don't know yet.
I'm just being creative.
I've got to go pee.
Thanks for
my charm, by the way.
This guy is really peaceful.
Mama says they
know what matters.
Says, makes it happy
where they are.
Says you give that
to somebody when
they need to remember that.
Now.
That's some good cake.
And the milk?
Mm-hmm.
What's all this now?
We're just eating some cake.
Uh-huh.
Y'all ain't mind if I join?
Not at all.
Feels all heavy in here.
So what are we talking about?
Uh, we were just, uh, talking
about what Alice is working on.
What was that again?
What's this?
Um, Revel.
Dealing.
Put an application in.
Man, that place
ain't going to do shit.
They put all that goddamn
money in the boardwalk,
and it's going to be
closed in five years.
See if it ain't.
Well, when it
opens, I need a job.
You hear from them?
I'm working on it.
Man, me and that motherfucker
up there going to have words.
He keep that shit
going all night.
Yeah you've probably got to
get your sleep for work, right?
What's the matter
with your hiney, honey?
Nothing.
Were you just listening
to me, or not?
Sure, sweetie.
But you know what I know.
They do a magic
show with animals.
Real animals, I thought, but...
Do me a favor, Gil.
Dig up some dirt on
these guys, please.
Dig up, honey?
I can Google them.
I need more information
on this Hoffman chick.
Look, if I don't
have any leverage,
I'm not going to get paid.
You could ask your uncle.
I'm not borrowing
money from him.
No, about the
Russians and Erika.
OK, you don't understand.
These guys are into some serious
criminal shit, all right?
They've got crates of...
fuck it.
What's he going to know?
Well, he knows Atlantic City.
He's worked for
everybody from Mayor
Langford to Skinny D'Amato.
Skinny D'Amato?
Oh, just
forget it, honey.
What do I know?
I said this was going
to be a flaky deal,
and it's turned out
to be a flaky deal.
But why listen to me?
Maybe it's time to raise
the white flag and sell.
Not a chance.
So what?
This piece of shit's a job?
Some interested
people want to know
if it's too far gone to
turn in into their condos
or something useful.
All right,
well, listen, Bish.
As much as I like watching
you tap the wood over there,
I'm, like, this close to losing
it, so please tell me you
have good news.
No.
Not even fucking close, kid.
The best I got is the
Hoffman girl is crazy.
Downhill from there.
A certifiable fucking
nut job, that one.
And I think she's hooked up
with one of the Russians.
The small one, I think.
Yeah, Ramos.
Chechen.
This guy has sex in a bear suit.
With other animal people.
Yeah, well, anyway, you can't
mess with these whatevers.
They clean money for
some important people
who do not like any attention.
That little Russian...
Ramos.
Yeah, whatever.
He's what they call a layer.
Like in a cake, you know?
He filters money down through
the Hoffman girl, their show,
to her daddy's bank.
And then they move it to
rigged internet gambling
sites to wash it, move it.
That show's fucking stupid.
Yeah.
Phony ticket sales.
Means lots and lots of
cash, which they then
lose online to the real
owners, or pay it out to dummy
accounts.
What, I...
I got a bunch of
Russian mobsters
throwing crates of cash in my
Beachgate fucking apartment?
No.
Not unless they're stupid
enough to shit where they eat.
Look.
The people they're doing
this job for are from Philly,
and they are connected.
You cannot shed any light
on them or their place.
All right.
Fine.
If these guys have so
much fucking money,
why can't they pay
me my fucking rent?
Because it's not their money!
Listen, how... how do
you know all this anyway?
You're... you're not
connected, are you?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm Irish.
The Irish do not get connected.
No, I got a friend at the paper.
He's a reporter.
He's old school.
He knows a bunch of stuff.
Well, what about
Skinny D'Amato?
What about him?
I don't know.
Jill said you knew him.
Yeah, a little bit.
I know him a little bit.
Your dad introduced me to him.
You know that.
No, I fucking
didn't know that.
Yeah, I mean, you know,
he did, like, handyman jobs,
odd jobs.
Things like that.
liked him.
I mean, Skinny,
he liked everyone.
But when he found out that
you dad, he played gin...
your dad was a fucking
great gin player...
Skinny took him on.
And then he bought
him some suits
and let hang around the club.
The 500 Club?
Yeah.
My father was in the 500 Club?
Yeah,
when he was 18, 19.
That's where he met your mother.
I know that your mom,
she talked her father
into bringing the whole
family for her 16th birthday.
I mean, it wasn't like
Sinatra was there or Martin
and that goofball
Louis or something like
that, but your dad was
there that night, dressed
to the nines, I am sure.
So I think they both sort
of thought maybe they
were stepping up in the world.
The next thing you know,
they're dating three weeks.
Then it's three months.
So the story goes.
Yeah, I was thinking
about them the other day.
I remember them dancing to
this stupid song at Beachgate.
I think that's the last
time I remember them happy.
I... I should have
told you about a lot
of this shit earlier, but...
Look.
I had you for four years.
Boom, you're off to college.
I don't know
anything about kids.
Nada.
You did great.
But I know about
this other business.
You've got to stay away
from these Russians.
You got to let this go.
Hey, Alice.
Hey.
What the hell happened?
Stryker had a party, and...
Jerod went up there?
Smart cookie, that guy is, huh?
They kicked the
shit out of him.
How bad is it?
He bruised and beat.
Why didn't he
just call the cops?
He was unconscious
and bleeding.
No, I know that, but
before he went up there...
I did call.
Two fat cops went up and partied
with them for half an hour.
Stryker probably sicced one
of his skank hoes on them.
How's Ava?
She's fine.
She's with a friend.
And you?
I'm going to go talk to him.
Again.
Thanks.
Again.
Sometimes we don't
see the point in pain.
Karma Lion.
That's bullshit.
You missed my party tonight.
Yeah, I, uh...
I heard I missed
a lot, actually.
Hey, man.
I respect the fact
that you're looking out
for shorty and her moms,
but that motherfucker
was way out of line, coming in
my shit, fronting and drunk.
Say, bro, the way my
boys are, you lucky
all he got was a busted head.
I wish you could
understand how
I don't have the space in my
fucking head for this right
now.
Hey, man.
You gotta go over that
shit with what's his name.
Jerod.
Whatever.
I'll call him the
motherfucker that
fell down the flight of stairs.
Damn it!
Have a drink with me.
You scared?
No, I'm not scared.
Come on, man.
Have a drink with me.
I'm trying to have
a drink with you.
You play?
Fuck golf.
All right.
Goddamn.
Sorry ass attitude made me think
you didn't know how to play.
Well, it was, uh...
it's part of the uniform.
Translation?
Ah.
I used to play with my, uh,
my almost father-in-law.
Uh-oh.
Lion's got a story.
I need to hear one.
Father-in-law mean
there's a girl.
Tell me about her.
What's up with your shirt?
I mean, the Knicks
didn't win in '99.
The Spurs did.
Fuck the Spurs.
Make my own world.
Ah.
And don't
dodge the question.
We're just two individuals
out here, just living.
Come on.
Have... have some drinks with me.
Tell me about the girl.
She was too good for me.
How so?
Well, she came from money.
Yeah, well, I met a bunch
of vulture motherfuckers
with money.
I mean, that doesn't mean...
No, no, no, no, no.
I mean, she... she came
from money, and I knew it.
She was cool, you know?
Confident.
Easy.
She, uh... she
always said she was
going to have some huge
fashion career in New York.
Well, did she do it?
Fuck yes, she did it.
She's the fucking
editor of "Vogue" now.
Everything came easy for her.
I guess I wanted that.
So you think the cool and
the ease came from the money.
You don't?
Mm-hmm.
I think it comes from
knowing your power
and being in your moment.
I mean, I got money
now, so I mean, you...
you didn't know me
before I had money, so...
How'd you fuck it up?
Who said I fucked it up?
Come on.
Pretty girl, rich.
Are y'all together?
No.
How'd you fuck it up?
I left her, actually, a couple
times, if you want to know.
All right.
Don't tell me
you're one of them.
She got your balls in a jar, and
then she got the dog whistle.
Ding a ling a ling a ling!
No.
Ring the bell for
you to come home.
No.
She came back to me, actually.
Even gave me some money
to start up my own stuff.
Shit.
I'll be damned.
So...
fine woman, rich, chasing
after you and putting you up?
Your ass need to beg to
get back in that bed.
Where's your second album?
Say what?
Your second album.
Oh, yeah.
I've been doing some
research on you, you know?
On the computer.
First album, sold a shit
ton of copies, right?
Millions.
On the cover of fucking
magazines, and no second album?
I mean, I think it'd
be easy, you know?
Just pop some fucking
fools and slap
some bitches asses or shit.
You're Stryker
fucking Jones, right?
No, no, no, no, bro.
It's not... it's not...
not fucking like that.
You know, I mean, it's
not about the money.
You know what?
I'm fucking sick of the...
You good.
You good.
OK.
Touch, motherfucker.
Fuck the Spurs.
That was the theory, right?
See my way, though, my way
was so fucking hard and slow.
And her?
That money was just easy.
Yeah, but you got
your own thing, right?
You got the condos.
Yeah.
Oh, you have no fucking
idea about the condos.
- I saw the notice on your door.
- Yeah.
Look here.
It's AC, baby.
Anything could happen.
Something doesn't pan
out, fucking dig in,
and you hold on.
I mean, you've got a
little something cooking
with your girlfriend downstairs.
She's not my
girlfriend, all right?
Come on.
Hey, hey, hey.
You ain't tried to fuck her yet?
No.
Not one time?
Not one time.
What we got over here?
Look like Tiger Woods and shit.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look here, youngsters.
Why don't y'all
keep it moving, man.
We having
conversation out here,
and I'm not in the
mood to be interrupted.
Maybe we just
take this sweet ride
for a turn around the block.
All right, why
don't you just...
Look, I'm not
fucking with you, bro.
Get to stepping.
Says who?
Says me, motherfucker.
All right.
We'll go.
- But we taking this ride?
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
OK, go ahead.
Get in.
Get in.
See how you look in it, pimp.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Get a nice little...
Get a nice...
Oh, you want me to
buff it up for you?
How about I... how about
I polish it off for you?
You'll like that.
Whoa, whoa!
Little the tire.
Huh?
Oh, shit!
Let's get the
fuck out of here!
Fuck.
Um, no.
We're going out tonight.
I look too good.
I feel too fucking good.
Get your bum ass out
of out of Brooklyn
and score before you get here.
Yeah, I heard your little song.
Young, rich, and violent.
You know I'll whoop your ass.
I'm not trying to go home
before the sun comes up.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
ERIKA Hello?
Erika.
Hey, it's... it's Connor
Ryan, your landlord.
ERIKA
Oh, hello, you!
Yeah, I can't
believe I got you.
ERIKA I've
been meaning to call.
I'm so sorry about
the rent mix up.
That's OK.
It's all right.
You know what?
I'm really sorry about
the air conditioning too.
Yeah, I know.
I hear the boys made
a bit of a mess too.
You know what?
I can forget about
that right now.
If you could just get me the
rent and the deposit, I...
I just really, really...
ERIKA Why don't
you come by the show tonight
and we'll clear it up?
You know what?
I'm at the apartments right now.
Maybe I could just
stop by and grab it.
ERIKA No!
I... I'm not there now.
Come tonight.
I'll have tickets for
you at the box office.
You'll be my personal guest.
See you tonight!
Hey, man.
I got a ticket back there,
uh, under Connor Ryan.
Uh, nope.
No?
What do you mean, no?
You didn't look.
You're playing with your phone.
I don't have anything.
Next.
Next?
There's nobody fucking here.
What are you
talking about, next?
You've been looking
at your fucking phone
the whole time, so I suggest...
Sir, that kind of
language is not...
Not helpful, I know.
People tell me that
all the time, honestly.
Look, I just need my
ticket, all right?
Erika Hoffman left me a ticket.
You mean Ms. Dietz-Hoffman?
Dietz-Hoffman.
Erica Dietz-Hoffman,
I don't fucking care.
Just give me the ticket.
Wipe that fucking smile off your
face and give me the ticket?
Security!
How tight's your ass, buddy?
You want it in here?
Down here?
Give me the fucking
ticket, you son of a...
Don't touch my window.
Stupid jerk.
I love
you, ..
Check one two
to test one two.
Check one two.
Test one two.
Check one two.
Test one two.
Check one two.
Test one two.
Hey, uh, Ms. Hoffman?
Connor Ryan.
Call security!
Call security!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, easy!
The Dunning man!
Hey, listen, stop!
The fuck's wrong
with you, all right?
You asked me to come here!
Stop.
Will you stop walking
towards me for a second?
Listen to me.
She rents my apartment.
That's it.
She owes me money.
What the fuck you
freaks are doing here,
but I don't really
give a shit, all right?
I just want my money!
I know you got it!
I saw it in the Pampers box.
This is mistake.
Bring him.
That'll do.
Mr. Ryan.
I'm Joseph Sandone.
I must insist that you
make no further effort...
You listen to me.
That crazy bitch is obviously
off her fucking meds,
and I don't give a fuck what
you or the fucking Putins
are doing.
I just want my money.
I want what's owed to me,
$6,000, right fucking now.
I suggest you put some thought
into how you want this to end.
I'm the fucking victim here.
For the sake of argument,
let's say that you are.
The relevant question
is, does anybody but you
care about victim and
perpetrator, right and wrong?
Does the bank care?
Will the legal systems act
quickly to redress your needs?
My client's happiness
is your only salvation.
Look.
You're a nice enough fellow,
so I'll be as plain as I can.
My client will be in town
for another week or so.
These fuckers signed
a six-month lease.
Circumstances have arisen.
All obligations will be met when
their business is concluded.
Now just don't do
anything rash, and we
won't have to meet again.
Hey, holds the leash?
You or the girl?
in the country so
on a street by the river
where the rent, it was cheap.
always a roof
under which you can sleep.
when you
go, you're all alone.
ALICE Hey, Connor.
It's Alice.
I know it's late, I just...
I found something.
Jerod brought it home
for Stryker and his gang
the next time he has a party.
This is crazy.
Drinking every
day, talking shit.
Shit, I thought I
solved all the problems
with the noise machine.
Yeah.
Too bad didn't have
those shamanic flutes.
Look at me.
If you get into trouble,
you call the cops,
and then you call me next.
We'll figure this out.
But hey.
If he cracks my hand open,
you've got to sit in the ER
and hold my hand like
you did his sorry ass.
I can do that.
I'm going to take this gun.
Just tell him, I, uh...
Fuck it.
Tell him I took it.
Thanks, Connor.
I'm saying that a lot lately.
Oh, shit.
We taking
the train, bitch.
Because that cab ride
is a ..
That cab ride is a.
That cab ride is a.
We taking the train, bitch.
Because that cab ride
is a ..
That cab ride is a.
Son of a bitch.
Hey.
Mr. Ramos, we need to talk.
Speak
English, motherfucker!
All right, you Russian shithead!
Chechen,
Yankee motherfucker.
Atlantic
City Electric.
How may I be of service to you?
Yeah, I'd like to shut off
the power to one of my units,
please.
Hey!
Hey you!
Hi, Mr. I need the power.
I can endure hot,
but I have work.
I must have power.
Internet.
Internet.
Yeah.
Try a coffee shop, buddy.
No, this no good.
Pay me my fucking rent.
Oh, you... you
could ask rent from Erika.
She has money.
- She could pay.
- No, no, no.
I know you got money.
You got money to feed the tiger.
You got money for your show.
You got money for
your crazy Muppet sex.
You got money to pay
me my fucking rent.
Ferdinand.
With Ferdinand, anger bad.
Oh, you know what else is bad?
Bunch of spoiled
shit in your fridge.
Ah, you're a funny man.
I am not.
Don't sell
yourself short, dude.
You're fucking hilarious
in that bear suit.
And don't fucking threaten
me, you piece of shit.
You know what?
I can't go to the cops.
Fine.
But I do know that
I've told a bunch
of fucking people
about all the fucked
up shit you're doing, right?
Something happens to
me, they come for you.
So piss up a rope.
Jesus Christ, Jerod.
It's 2 o'clock in
the fucking morning.
Go pass out like a real drunk.
You stole my fucking gun.
All right, buddy.
Turn me in.
Get your fucking hands off me!
Ah!
I took the gun because
Alice was scared,
and I thought it might
keep you out of jail,
you fucking shit for brains.
But you know what?
I don't give a fuck anymore!
Alice.
I know y'all got
something going on.
I ain't fucking stupid.
I'll nip that off real quick.
A pop in the mouth
for you and her.
You fucking son of a bitch!
You listen to me.
You hear me?
You lay a hand on
her, and I'm going
to get un-fucking-civilized
on your ass.
You drunken leach!
I'm going to get my gun!
Go knock on 128.
Tell him I sent you.
Ask for Ferdinand, and
remind him he's Russian.
He likes that.
Oh, Connor.
Did Jerod do this?
Well, it was either him
or my crazy Russian buddy.
You mean the bald
guy with the loud dogs?
It's not a dog.
Not quite sure what the
upcharge would be on that one.
I can... I can give
you a ride if you want.
Nah, I got this.
Go on.
Have a good shift.
Yeah.
I got this.
I'm all over this place.
Don't worry about me.
You must have some
sort of admirer.
We put the tires on, we
took it out for a spin,
fixed the windshield, she quit.
Now don't be pissed
off, but somebody
put sugar in your gas tank too.
Oh, that's sweet.
JOSEPH
Car trouble, Mr. Ryan?
Listen, I'm thinking about
how I want this to end.
JOSEPH
I'm listening.
You want your
clients happy, while I
want the roughly
$18,000 that's owed
to me for the term of my lease.
So if I'm patient, I get
my bank to work with me,
you going to guarantee
me that I get
my money at the end of this?
JOSEPH I can guarantee you
that if it goes any other
way, you won't see a dime.
All right.
You let me know if I'm too
noisy for you next time.
Yeah, OK.
What good
is blame, my love?
What good is shame, my love?
It only brings pain, my love.
I'm far away from you.
I need the space.
You too.
ALICE Hey,
you've reached Alice.
Leave a message after the beep.
You can come in.
Hey, man.
What's up, dude?
What, you surprised I can read?
It's just your glasses.
I've never seen them.
Well, women love these.
Speaking of, I met
your tenant last night.
So I saw.
She's confident, fine.
Nice little... nice little frame.
I give her an eight.
Jazz it up a little bit, add
a little sugar and spice.
Eight and a half.
Yeah?
What's wrong, Lion?
Why you look constipated?
You said she ain't your girl.
She's not my girl.
OK.
So if she's my pussy
wipe, you wouldn't
have a problem with that.
Your what?
You know, when you need a
strong little piece to make
you feel like top dog again.
Wipe away all the negative
bullshit with flow.
You know what, man?
I'm going to go.
Oh, come on, now.
Karma Lion.
Karma Lion.
Fuck you, man!
All right?
Fuck you.
Come on, man.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
Come on.
I wouldn't mess with you girl.
Look.
The way you feel right now,
thinking I've been in that,
if that don't convince you,
I don't know what will.
Karma Lion.
Starting to sink in?
Did she tell
you what these mean?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Shit, she got me revisiting
something I read once before.
This?
Mm-hmm.
Maslow's hierarchy of need?
Yeah.
I mean, old Maslow gives
it a nice little try,
but you know, he bugs me.
He only studies Einstein
and Henry David Thoreau,
people like that.
And, uh, what does
it say right there?
The healthiest 1% of
the college population.
Come on, man.
And he didn't study no normal
people, people I grew up
with, people from the bottom.
That's just a sample.
There's exceptions.
People are fucked up.
But for the most part,
people are people.
You know, I'd
be cool with that,
if he was just taking a sample,
but that's not what he's doing.
He is taking the 1%, and he's
saying that they're the ones
who can understand need.
But why are they healthy?
Exactly.
That's what I'm saying.
Just because, what?
The famous, got money,
and went to college?
Who's to say that they know
anything more about loss, love,
or life than anybody else?
Shit, my moms was poor
as a motherfucker,
but she was in
her bliss watching
me eat pancakes she'd made.
Now she knew more about
need than some motherfucker
who got everything.
He ain't real.
You know what I'm saying?
I mean, come on.
Uh, physiological needs must be
met and security of resources
and self-actualization.
Come on, man.
I need to fuck and get
high and make music.
You know what I'm saying?
Those things make me
forget I'm going to die.
That's the shit that make me
keep motherfucking living.
Sex, mm.
Music.
Love.
Those aren't just words.
Them shits breathe.
They got life.
It's not some fucking
pie in the sky.
You think the
fucking average Joe
is sitting around,
thinking about spontaneity
and self-actualization?
You know?
But I bet you he knows when his
dick get hard when a fine ass
woman walk by him, huh?
And... and forget about if
he had stress a minute ago.
That's over with.
And he knows how he feels when
he's with a girl you loves,
now doesn't he?
Because that's real.
Joe not putting that
shit in no hierarchy.
Joe just living, man.
Trying to figure out
who he is and where he
really wants to spend his days.
That's a need.
Maslow, man he
cloud the shit up.
Take all the life out of living.
So what?
Is all this shit going
to be on your next album?
Shit, it could.
I could spin some shit
on that right now.
I want it.
Let's go.
Right now.
Come on, man.
I'm a bad boy now.
Watch out.
Hey, reminds me.
I'm out next week.
What do mean, out?
Like, gone?
Yeah, I'm out.
Shoo!
Gone.
I've got all the words now, man.
All I need to do is lay
the tracks to the album.
Like I said, this one here,
it's got to be righteous.
So throwing myself
a little rap party.
Here?
Yeah, before I go to LA.
Um, Saturday night.
Shit, you always said
I made too much ruckus,
and I need a little
ruckus to write, you know?
So I figure I won't
be so selfish,
and I'll throw a party in honor
of everybody who tolerated me.
A little food, little drink.
You know, music.
All right?
I even invited your
circus folk to come, man.
Fuck.
I think they're, uh,
magicians, actually.
Yeah, whatever.
Whatever What... I
don't give a shit.
They got a fucking tiger, man.
And I want it.
Mm-hmm.
You know what, man?
These guys, they're into
some serious, fucked up shit.
Fuck them.
I want my party, Saturday night.
And I want my tiger.
Lions and tigers.
And bears.
Oh, my.
Not unless
they're stupid enough
to shit where they eat.
Take off clothes, now.
What's up with you and
the fucking clothes, fucko?
Naked man cannot
sneak away so easy.
Mm.
Our money, now.
Not a fucking chance!
Fuck you!
This is a
very simple tool.
Yet, you know how much pain
I could cause with such
a simple, tiny thing as this?
I'm Irish.
You have no idea how stubborn
I can be, motherfucker.
Hmm.
In my experience, stubborn
burns away very easy.
But as you say, you
are Irish, and I do not
know how stubborn you could be.
But we will find out, yes?
How to begin?
Your fingers?
Your nose?
Your penis then.
Fuck you!
You can say whatever the
fuck you want, but you're not
getting you fucking money
until your deal is done here
and you're off my
fucking property.
I know you don't have
a fucking choice,
because the money's not yours.
Yeah.
Yeah, motherfucker.
Oh, yeah.
That made you stop,
didn't it, motherfucker?
I know more about you and your
fucking money than you think.
You know nothing.
Then why'd you
stop walking, fucko?
Stop!
We can't complete our
business without that money.
Oh, I know that.
I know that.
And I know the fucking
people who you work for.
They keep a really
tight fucking account,
so now it's all y'all's
fucking chance now to make
me really fucking happy.
Monday morning.
Ramos will get his money
returned to him Monday morning,
and then we part ways.
If anything happens
to me or that girl,
I can promise you
I got people here
and in Phila-fucking-delphia
that are going
to be pissed the fuck off.
If we do what you
say, you will guarantee
us we will get all our money.
If you don't, I guarantee
you ain't going to see shit.
I'm getting into the
fucking insurance business.
Scare this kid.
Do you fully understand
what will happen
to you if anything goes wrong?
And what I will do to
your friend over and over?
You know what?
I thought you were a criminal.
But you're a straight up
fucking villain, aren't you?
Fuck you, shorty.
Ferdinand, come.
Karma Lion.
What's up, Ramos?
The Russian.
I'm not Russian.
I said this before.
OK, whatever.
Hey, look.
Where's my fucking tiger?
My brother
will bring her soon.
You sure about that?
Uh, perhaps now we, uh,
can take care of business.
You take care
of business where
business is taken care of.
Then you pay your rent.
Fuck him.
Thanks for that.
You see her?
Who?
Who you think?
Yeah, I mean, I...
I saw you guys talking.
I set you up, motherfucker.
What do you mean,
you set me up?
Hey, what do you really need?
Fuck the Spurs.
Huh?
My Knicks always win.
That's right.
Lion.
I ain't seen you all week.
If I tried to explain to you
how shitty this week has been,
you would never believe me.
Oh, yeah?
I might.
You think?
You look, uh... wow.
Thank you.
Karma Lion.
You know that's what
Stryker calls you.
Uh, yeah.
I don't think either
of you guys want
the karma I got coming my way.
Oh, well, you've been
doing all right by me.
I'm going to go get
us some real drinks.
OK.
This stuff is terrible.
Yeah, it is.
I'll be here.
Ride through the
city, my city got ..
My city like the video game.
with my city,
my city ..
Sipping my city.
I ride through the city.
My city
send me no pain.
like the video game.
my city.
My city.
Sipping my city.
All we needed was love.
Feed me all of your pain
and all of your drugs.
Fuck, dude!
Shit!
He does not deserve Jezebel.
The black motherfucker!
You fucking weird ass racist.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Look, now... look.
Nobody here wants
any trouble, OK?
Why don't you just let
me go back to the party?
I give him exactly
what he deserve.
your tiger!
Get the
fuck out of my face.
You got a dude dressed up in
makeup in a motherfucking cage.
I want a fucking tiger.
Where's the fucking tiger?
That's not Jezebel.
That's the broke motherfucker
that lives down the street.
touch me, motherfucker!
Ah!
Your uncle says to call him.
May want to put some
clothes on first.
He's not dead yet.
They're going to
want to talk to him.
Come on.
Mother fuck.
I thought
we were different.
It was just a figment of my
imagination, ation, yeah.
Shit.
What's up, man?
I throw a hell of a party, huh?
Yeah.
It's not St. Paddy's
Day at the Irish pub,
but it wasn't boring.
You know, Batman only wears
a costume when he's jumping
off of balconies and shit.
Yeah, well, you
don't got what I got.
You know I'm going to
name my album after you.
Karma Lion.
Where's my gun
now, shit biscuit?
Never got that drink.
I'll make it up to you.
And so my
friends would surely like
to locate that excess paper.
Of course, they figure it's
not all going to be there.
I mean, feeding that tiger must
have been fucking expensive.
$20 grand.
Shit, $50,000.
That's a big fucking animal.
Yeah, any more than
$50 grand would be
a real fucking greedy animal.
OK, why don't we
have supper tonight?
I'll get a table at
Vola's, all right?
All right.
Sounds good.
What do you think?
She's a big girl.
Think she's going to make it?
Hey it's AC.
Anything can happen
in Atlantic City.
Well, I'm almost
home, and I know all the roads.
And they look the same as
they did when I was young.
It was years ago I was
half baked, bright eyed,
but all hope.
And the things I didn't know.
And I'm still all hope,
but now I'm almost home.
Too many sad days,
too many Tuesday mornings.
I thought of you today.
I wished it was
yesterday morning.
I thought of you
today, and I dreamt
you were dressed in mourning.
But I knew that you, with your
heart beating and your eyes
shining, would be dreaming of
me lying with you on Tuesday
morning.
I fell through the
window, and I found
that I was still breathing.
I thought of tomorrow, and the
fear that you might leave me.
I thought of tomorrow, and I
wished it was Monday evening.
But I knew that you, with your
heart beating and your eyes
shining, would be
dreaming of me lying
with you on a Tuesday morning.
Turn your face from me.
I will cover myself with sorrow.
Bring hell down upon me.
I will surrender
my heart to sorrow.
Bring hell down upon me, and
I will say goodbye tomorrow.
Because I know that
you, with your heart
beating and your eyes shining,
will be dreaming of me lying
with you on a Tuesday morning.
And I know that you, with your
heart beating and your eyes
shining, will be
dreaming of me lying
with you on a Tuesday morning.
touch with someone.
They might make
you an offer, OK?
It would get you
out of the hole.
Hell, you might even
make some money.
Think about that, huh?
Don't walk away.
I'm giving you an
opportunity here.
You asked me for help.
Whoa!
Oh, my
name is Jock Stewart.
I am a canny gun man and a
roving young fellow I've been.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
Well, I took out my
dog and him I did shoot
all down in the county Kildare.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
So come fill up your
glasses of brandy and wine.
Whatever it costs, I will pay.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
So be easy and free when
you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't
meet every day.
Christ, kid.
What happened to you?
You stumble drunk
or you lose a fight?
Hey.
That little thing?
Just some rough loving.
Whoa.
Big women.
Hey.
Named Herman.
Oh, god.
That's disgusting.
Ugh.
Let's just say my last
few days in New York sucked.
We'll leave it at that.
Yeah.
So uh, I guess you found
some other place to live.
I mean, you called me.
You say you might need a
place, and then I call you back
and I don't hear nothing.
No matter how many
messages I leave for you...
OK, I'm a shithead, all right?
But yeah, I got an
apartment at Beachgate.
I'm going to stay over there.
Empty units.
That's not good.
You got something else going?
I got one tenant.
I barely charge him enough
to cover the mortgage.
Yeah, well, that's smart.
Thank you for that.
But I got another
one I just leased.
Short term, big money.
How big?
$3,000 a month for six months.
At Beachgate?
No, no, no.
Something fishy going on there.
I need the cash.
Didn't I tell you
not to invest your own money
in those properties?
Yeah.
Lost all Ursela's money
on that other deal.
Shit, what's safer than
invested in New York City?
It's a fucking island
for Christ's sake.
So's Atlantic City.
Bottom fell out of here
a dozen times over.
But if you kept your money out,
it'd be somebody else holding...
this does give me the
opportunity to say,
I told you so.
But at least you're
out clean, right?
I still owe Ursela.
About $20 grand.
$20 grand, ladies and
gentlemen! $20 grand.
Well, you're on your own, kid.
No, I'm not asking
you for the money.
But thanks, Uncle.
Now tell me, how's she
coming after you for it?
Shit, she don't even want it.
All right.
She's not pissed off about
the money, so how come you
guys aren't together right now?
I don't know.
I guess I feel bad about it.
Oh, get over
your fucking self!
Please!
Please, go back
to the rich girl.
Ask her to stake you again.
I mean, she's a fucking faucet.
And that ass of hers...
Stop, all right?
That's just wrong on so
many levels, you old man.
You know
people need money, right?
Yes, of course, I
know people need money.
Just... I hate thinking
that the best I got coming
for me is being Mr. Roper.
You're not going
to be Mr. Roper.
Don't worry about that.
Mr. Roper had a wife.
You're... you're like that
other guy, the alone fuck.
Mr. Furley, you
depressing fuck...
What's your plan?
Well, the first
thing I'm going to do
is try and get in shape.
- Bought myself a bike.
- Oh, yeah.
I hear there's a lot
of money in that.
No, I... a real plan.
Is there still
a game at Lucky's?
Oh, that's a bad plan.
I've got to pay my mortgage.
Well, sell the piece of
shit condos and cash out.
No.
That's the only thing
I've ever done on my own.
That was with my money.
Yeah, bullshit.
I know why you
want to keep them.
But if you want to
gamble, go to the casinos.
Hit on the fish.
No.
Casinos are falling apart, just
like the rest of this town.
You know what I should've done,
I should've gone to Vegas.
Oh, fuck Vegas.
You know, that's as phony
as fucking Disneyland.
They've got gondola rides.
They've got an
Eiffel fucking Tower.
It's a copy of 100
fucking different things.
And you know the first thing
they copied, A fucking C, baby.
Atlantic City.
This is the real fucking deal.
Pick the right
party, get the night started.
She carrying the fake
if they try carding.
Every night is the same
mission, living life like we
about to hit the age limit.
Says she do it for the
if she could get
hit off a gram or a line.
Taking vodka shots, selfies
at the popular spots.
Fuck.
Hey, Alice.
Well, if it isn't Connor Ryan.
Whoa.
Wait, what happened to your eye?
Don't ask.
Uh, brought you something.
It's for the banging.
This is a noise machine.
Noise I got.
Helps with
the other noise.
Just going to plug it in.
Thunderstorms, I
don't know what else.
Ooh, shamanic flutes.
Shamanic flutes?
- That's what it said.
- I'm excited.
You ready?
Yes.
Sounds real.
Fuck me, Daddy.
Now, in my baby hole.
Oh, you meant banging.
Mm-hmm.
Baby hole.
Their bedroom's
on the second floor.
How... how do you
hear it down here?
I don't know, but
Ava hears it too.
She's nine, Connor.
I ain't trying to let
her hear all that.
Yeah, I know.
That's messed up.
Yeah.
Listen, they're
not my tenants,
but I'll go talk to them.
Yes, please.
Tell them to bite
a pillow, at least.
The girl was yelling
like a cat in heat
when I got home from work.
Shit didn't even sound fun.
Probably wasn't.
I mean, you know...
Hey, baby.
You and these braids.
What you doing at school that
your hair looks like this
at the end of the day.
Hi, Ava.
Hey.
Hello, Mr. Ryan.
Hello, Mr. Ryan.
What's that in your hand?
It's a good luck charm.
I made it.
Oh, do you know how badly I
need one of those right now?
Yeah.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, here's my bookbag.
Excuse me?
Sorry.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Bye, Mr. Ryan.
Bye, Ava.
All right.
I got to take off.
But listen, I'm going to go
check in on the upstairs.
I mean, she can't be
hearing about baby holes.
Hey, before I go, um,
do you think I could get
the rent check for this month?
You know what?
Why don't you come
back and tell me
how it goes with the
kama sutra club upstairs,
and I'll get you then.
Yo, who is it?
It's Connor Ryan.
I own the, uh, unit downstairs.
Karma Lion?
All right, come
on up, Karma Lion.
Atlantic City, bitch.
Atlantic City, bitch.
Atlantic City, bitch.
We don't give a shit.
On the beach, getting
raunchy with a ..
Pass the Mary Jane, we
smoking Jersey fresh.
Y'all sitting on the couch
while we ..
OK, OK, OK!
Easy!
Easy, easy!
Dog, bed, now!
Yo, lion, come on up.
Christ.
Shit, sorry, uh... fuck.
Hey, man.
Yeah.
Karma Lion.
What's that, a stage
name or something?
Uh, it's Connor, actually.
C... Connor Ryan.
Yeah, but, but, but that
sounds kind of nice, right?
Karma Lion.
Karma Lion.
Who is this cat?
Karma Lion?
He's just this cat.
Just this cat.
Karma Lion.
Good band name.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Um, album title.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Hey.
You need something pressed?
What?
Oh.
He the one that
kicked shit on your car?
I... no, I didn't.
I mean, I...
OK, wait, wait,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
So you come here to apologize?
No, actually.
I came...
No?
So what?
Kicking shit on a
man's car doesn't
warrant a sorry about that?
Or is that just for
a white man's car?
I just came up to
ask you a favor, OK?
And now I just...
this is fucking nuts.
Yeah.
I'm just fucking with you.
He's about to walk out.
Where the fuck you going?
Hey, hey, hey.
It's just dog shit, all right?
I mean, she said you
cleaned it off, right?
Yeah.
I mean, what else can you
ask a man to do besides take
care of his own shit?
In this case...
Dog shit.
There you go.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh.
What can I do for
you, Karma Lion?
Are you William Jones?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's me.
D... do you want
to go downstairs
and maybe just talk down there?
I mean, I don't...
I don't want to disturb
her, uh, her work.
We good.
We cool, right, baby?
Always.
OK, um, the thing is, I have
a couple apartments in here.
Three, actually.
And I got one right below you.
And there's this... there's
this really, really sweet
lady who lives down there...
Ooh!
That honey-coated sister
with the pretty face?
Yeah, yeah.
That's her.
Alice.
Nice.
You... you... you...
you hitting that?
No, I just...
I just rent my unit to her.
Shit, I'd rent
my unit to her too.
It's not like that.
Give her a long lease.
You know what I'm talking about?
Listen, the thing is, she's
been complaining about the,
uh, the love sounds.
Love sounds?
Yeah.
You mean fucking?
Cause what we be doing
in here is fucking.
Yeah, I guess that's it.
I guess that's right.
You saw Bree
downstairs, right?
Sharon here.
What you expect a man to do?
OK.
Well, uh, the thing of
it is, see, she's got...
she's got a nine-year-old
girl, right?
She's got a shorty down there.
Yeah.
Hey...
Yeah.
My... my bad.
And those... those sounds,
they're... they're difficult
to...
to, uh...
Shit.
...categorize
for a kid, you know?
Mm.
I bet.
So maybe we
could try and keep it...
keep it down?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
OK.
Thanks.
Thanks...
Yeah.
Jesus.
AC, bitch.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
At least they're
not in my ceiling.
What about my AC?
Yes, yes.
Um, does it work anywhere?
Oh, the bedroom is a furnace.
Getting to where I've
been keeping my drawers
in the freezer like Marilyn.
You put your underwear
in the freezer...
I pay for air conditioning.
OK.
You're right.
I'm on it.
I promise.
Oh, these are good.
I'm on it.
I promise.
Did you make these too?
I piddle a little.
Oh, come on.
A dog?
You know the rules!
You're going to
upcharge me for a dog?
Really?
I'm broke.
That's $150 bucks.
Shouldn't I?
Come on.
Ava loves that dog.
And I already wrote you
the check for this month.
And... and maybe it wasn't
even a dog you heard.
I mean, as far as you know.
Maybe it wasn't.
I'll see you later.
Wait a sec.
Here.
Luck charm.
Thanks.
What's up, Jerod.
Ryan.
Uh, how's the, uh,
the limo thing going?
Why, you going
to write a book?
Connor's
here about the air.
Good.
Connor.
Shit's getting hot in here.
Best hop to it, landlord.
Throwing money
on the dance floor.
Shorty, what you spend
a couple grand in the club,
empty hand to the landlord.
We be getting it
for damned sure.
Getting it for damned sure.
G... getting it for damned sure.
Say you want to party, pop
that molly, grab a handful.
We getting it for damned sure.
G... getting it for damned sure.
Say you're trying to get hot.
We got and more.
What's up?
Did you deposit the
check from the new tenants yet?
No.
No, I'm not coming
to a golf course.
I just need to know if you
put the check in the bank.
Gillian, I'm not
coming to a fucking...
Yes!
Gil, you know I love
you, but you're horrible,
and you drive me fucking insane.
Relax and enjoy
your life, honey,
or you're going to
have an aneurysm.
I do relax, all right?
I do enjoy my life.
No, you don't.
You're so stressed
about last week
or next week, you
never enjoy the middle.
What's up with
your scorecard, by the way?
You've got fucking
smiley faces all over it.
Those are the
holes I'm happy with.
I have some frowny faces too.
Why so angry today?
Because I got zippo fucking
money in the bank, that's why.
I should have,
what? $6... $6 grand,
security rent from
what's your name?
Erika Dietz-Hoffman.
Whatever.
Where's my money, Gil?
I sent you an email.
Her air conditioning
doesn't work.
Oh, her too.
Fucking... these fucking
air conditioners.
They won't pay
till it's fixed.
So what?
She hasn't paid me anything?
I didn't want to
sign her, sweetie.
She won't put the lease in her
name, no utilities in her name.
- I said, there's something fishy.
- OK, look.
Her dad owns the bank.
That's where they keep
the fucking money.
I'm just saying, I
don't trust show people.
The deposit never
covers the damage.
What do you
mean, show people?
She's got a magic
animal act at the Taj Mahal
for a few months.
Magic animals?
Magic and animals.
It's called Untamed Illusions.
Shit.
I'll send
another notice today.
I need more than
a notice, Gil.
I'm about to lose everything,
and the bank is coming
at me with the fucking F word.
That's your favorite word.
Fore-fucking-closure.
I have her lawyer's
number, Sandone.
All right.
Look, give me that.
I'll go check on these piece
of shit air conditioners.
Come hit a
golf ball before you go.
You'll feel better.
Not a
fucking chance, Gil.
Credit card's declined.
What'd you do?
Run the whole thing?
No, I just ran the
half I need up front.
You take a check?
On a declined credit card?
No.
Come on, man.
Listen, my rent is due
in, like, two days.
Can you just cut me some slack?
I'm sorry, man.
I got two chihuahuas
at home to feed.
Jesus Christ.
Christ.
The fuck?
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
A tiger?
You have a fucking
tiger in my apartment?
The fuck!
Who are you?
I'm your fucking
landlord, freako.
Landlord?
Freako?
This is my apartment.
You... you rent me!
You... you.
No!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
You not leave.
Oh, I leave.
I leave.
I very much fucking leave.
Fuck!
You take off clothes.
What?
You take off clothes!
The fuck is wrong with you?
Ferdinand.
Who this?
Something wrong?
We got problem.
JOSEPH
This is Joseph Sandone.
What the fuck is
happening in my apartment?
JOSEPH That sort
of language isn't helpful,
Mr. Ryan.
No.
No, I... what the
fuck is happening?
There... there is thousands
of dollars worth of damage!
JOSEPH
Calm down, please.
Your clients have a
tiger in my apartment.
And that's not the
fucking weirdest
shit I've seen in there!
JOSEPH
What can I say?
They're cat people.
Listen, those crazy
ass fucking Russians...
JOSEPH Ramos and
Ferdinand are Chechen warriors.
I don't give a
fuck what they are!
That doesn't matter.
JOSEPH Oh, no?
The big guy?
He tried to get me to
take my clothes off.
That matters.
And I'm calling
the fucking police.
That fucking matters!
JOSEPH You're
way out of your depth.
Are you kidding me?
JOSEPH I'm not.
You know you're late
on your fucking rent, right?
JOSEPH Not when the
air conditioning doesn't work.
Air?
JOSEPH Air.
Air.
JOSEPH Exactly.
Do you know your
clients dress up like animals...
JOSEPH No, I don't.
But I do know the lease
states that all appliances
will be kept in working order.
Oh, that's your game?
JOSEPH
This is not a game.
That's your
fucking game, dickhead.
Well, guess what?
You're going to pay
me my fucking rent,
you're going to clean
up my fucking apartment,
and you're going to get the
fucking crazies out of there,
or I'm going to call the police.
And then I'm going to
shut off the fucking power
that your client wouldn't
put in her own fucking name!
JOSEPH That's pretty scary,
Mr. Ryan, but
you're also lacking
a certificate of occupancy,
which you are required to have.
A what?
JOSEPH Which
you are required to have.
If the police become involved,
that will be reported,
and you'll most
certainly face a fine
and a substantial legal fee.
Fuck you and your fine.
JOSEPH I don't
think you're hearing me.
Rules don't concern them.
They're warriors in
the spirit of the wolf.
They don't fear death.
They attack when
they're wounded.
Trust me, today should best be
considered a misunderstanding.
Are you shitting me?
JOSEPH
Good day, Mr. Ryan.
Fuck me.
I couldn't be
what you wanted me to be.
That's OK.
Just time to leave this city.
I've got a plan like
the man in the sand.
I'll change things.
It'll be OK again.
Atlantic City.
I am the man in the sand.
Don't look back.
Time to get on track.
Don't ask why.
Keep looking at the sky.
Just want to be free, break
these chains off of me.
Going to roll that dice.
Don't have time to think twice.
I am the man in the sand.
Now I am a man with a plan.
, asshole!
light
up before my eyes.
What kind of
game would that be?
My dad used to play here.
Frank Ryan?
So you're Frank's boy.
Haven't seen you
since you were little.
And Bishop's your uncle.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
You can't play.
Why?
Your uncle called.
He said you'd want in.
He told me to be discouraging.
What's your name?
My name is not relevant
to this conversation.
This other cop
goes through my bags,
and he gets out all
my pills, and he lines
them up on the
counter like this.
And he goes, hey, lady!
These all your pills?
I'm like, you took
the bag off me.
You know it's mine.
And then he goes, you take
all these fucking pills?
I said, hell, yeah.
When I get twitchy,.
MAN
MAN Yeah?
MAN He's here.
MAN Really?
MAN Yeah,
it's not pretty.
You might want to send
someone to clean up.
MAN All right.
MAN By the way,
who the fuck is Ursela?
MAN Are
you fucking kidding me?
Uh-oh.
Hey.
You sick, Mr. Ryan?
Do I look sick to you?
Yeah.
You got throw up on your leg.
Yeah.
That's gross.
Mama's boyfriend looks
like that sometimes too,
only he ain't really
her boyfriend no more.
Why do you say that?
Mama said he wasn't
her boyfriend no more,
and for me not to call him that.
Huh.
Yeah.
And she said he could
pack up, and he yelled.
And then she said some bad
words to him, and he left.
Well, she was probably
just mad, right?
I mean, you know she didn't
want you to hear those words.
Oh, I didn't hear them.
She got an all close
and said something real quiet.
But I saw his eyes get all big.
He shut up right quick.
So I know.
That's... that's funny.
Bad words aren't
funny, Mr. Ryan.
You're right.
Bad words are not funny.
OK.
Bye, Mr. Ryan.
Bye, Ava.
Stupid dog!
Ugh!
Help!
Zorro!
Shit!
Here.
Calm down.
You OK?
Zorro.
Zorro.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Good, good, good.
Sorry for the scare, shorty.
There you go.
You're Stryker Jones!
Come on.
Whatever.
Come on.
Let's go.
That was Stryker Jones!
Look at Karma Lion,
going all hero and shit.
Come on, Zorro.
Whatever you say.
Ah!
Mr. Jones.
Call me Stryker.
How'd you know I live here?
Did you think you Batman?
Walk off and nobody
see where you go?
No.
Little something.
This for me?
How'd you know I drink Irish?
Didn't.
Don't like it, don't drink it.
Thanks.
Hey, oh, let me, uh,
ask you a question.
What were you
thinking today when
you snatch up the little
girl and the ugly ass dog?
You had no stick, you had
no gun, nowhere to run.
I guess I just thought
it was better for the dog
to bite me than her.
Hmm.
OK.
I mean, he wouldn't
have bit her.
The dog, yeah, but not her.
Well, that mama says
she loves that dog, so...
All right.
Hey, have a good night.
Thanks for that.
There's a
in an old hotel,
and a waitress and a
bartender and no one else.
Connor Ryan.
You're not supposed to be here.
Oh.
Sorry.
No, no, no.
I'm baking you a cake.
I was going to surprise you.
Why do I get a cake?
Because I heard
what you did for Ava.
Hey, how's your, um...
Oh, it's... it's fine.
It's just a nip.
What are you making?
I really don't know yet.
I'm just being creative.
I've got to go pee.
Thanks for
my charm, by the way.
This guy is really peaceful.
Mama says they
know what matters.
Says, makes it happy
where they are.
Says you give that
to somebody when
they need to remember that.
Now.
That's some good cake.
And the milk?
Mm-hmm.
What's all this now?
We're just eating some cake.
Uh-huh.
Y'all ain't mind if I join?
Not at all.
Feels all heavy in here.
So what are we talking about?
Uh, we were just, uh, talking
about what Alice is working on.
What was that again?
What's this?
Um, Revel.
Dealing.
Put an application in.
Man, that place
ain't going to do shit.
They put all that goddamn
money in the boardwalk,
and it's going to be
closed in five years.
See if it ain't.
Well, when it
opens, I need a job.
You hear from them?
I'm working on it.
Man, me and that motherfucker
up there going to have words.
He keep that shit
going all night.
Yeah you've probably got to
get your sleep for work, right?
What's the matter
with your hiney, honey?
Nothing.
Were you just listening
to me, or not?
Sure, sweetie.
But you know what I know.
They do a magic
show with animals.
Real animals, I thought, but...
Do me a favor, Gil.
Dig up some dirt on
these guys, please.
Dig up, honey?
I can Google them.
I need more information
on this Hoffman chick.
Look, if I don't
have any leverage,
I'm not going to get paid.
You could ask your uncle.
I'm not borrowing
money from him.
No, about the
Russians and Erika.
OK, you don't understand.
These guys are into some serious
criminal shit, all right?
They've got crates of...
fuck it.
What's he going to know?
Well, he knows Atlantic City.
He's worked for
everybody from Mayor
Langford to Skinny D'Amato.
Skinny D'Amato?
Oh, just
forget it, honey.
What do I know?
I said this was going
to be a flaky deal,
and it's turned out
to be a flaky deal.
But why listen to me?
Maybe it's time to raise
the white flag and sell.
Not a chance.
So what?
This piece of shit's a job?
Some interested
people want to know
if it's too far gone to
turn in into their condos
or something useful.
All right,
well, listen, Bish.
As much as I like watching
you tap the wood over there,
I'm, like, this close to losing
it, so please tell me you
have good news.
No.
Not even fucking close, kid.
The best I got is the
Hoffman girl is crazy.
Downhill from there.
A certifiable fucking
nut job, that one.
And I think she's hooked up
with one of the Russians.
The small one, I think.
Yeah, Ramos.
Chechen.
This guy has sex in a bear suit.
With other animal people.
Yeah, well, anyway, you can't
mess with these whatevers.
They clean money for
some important people
who do not like any attention.
That little Russian...
Ramos.
Yeah, whatever.
He's what they call a layer.
Like in a cake, you know?
He filters money down through
the Hoffman girl, their show,
to her daddy's bank.
And then they move it to
rigged internet gambling
sites to wash it, move it.
That show's fucking stupid.
Yeah.
Phony ticket sales.
Means lots and lots of
cash, which they then
lose online to the real
owners, or pay it out to dummy
accounts.
What, I...
I got a bunch of
Russian mobsters
throwing crates of cash in my
Beachgate fucking apartment?
No.
Not unless they're stupid
enough to shit where they eat.
Look.
The people they're doing
this job for are from Philly,
and they are connected.
You cannot shed any light
on them or their place.
All right.
Fine.
If these guys have so
much fucking money,
why can't they pay
me my fucking rent?
Because it's not their money!
Listen, how... how do
you know all this anyway?
You're... you're not
connected, are you?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm Irish.
The Irish do not get connected.
No, I got a friend at the paper.
He's a reporter.
He's old school.
He knows a bunch of stuff.
Well, what about
Skinny D'Amato?
What about him?
I don't know.
Jill said you knew him.
Yeah, a little bit.
I know him a little bit.
Your dad introduced me to him.
You know that.
No, I fucking
didn't know that.
Yeah, I mean, you know,
he did, like, handyman jobs,
odd jobs.
Things like that.
liked him.
I mean, Skinny,
he liked everyone.
But when he found out that
you dad, he played gin...
your dad was a fucking
great gin player...
Skinny took him on.
And then he bought
him some suits
and let hang around the club.
The 500 Club?
Yeah.
My father was in the 500 Club?
Yeah,
when he was 18, 19.
That's where he met your mother.
I know that your mom,
she talked her father
into bringing the whole
family for her 16th birthday.
I mean, it wasn't like
Sinatra was there or Martin
and that goofball
Louis or something like
that, but your dad was
there that night, dressed
to the nines, I am sure.
So I think they both sort
of thought maybe they
were stepping up in the world.
The next thing you know,
they're dating three weeks.
Then it's three months.
So the story goes.
Yeah, I was thinking
about them the other day.
I remember them dancing to
this stupid song at Beachgate.
I think that's the last
time I remember them happy.
I... I should have
told you about a lot
of this shit earlier, but...
Look.
I had you for four years.
Boom, you're off to college.
I don't know
anything about kids.
Nada.
You did great.
But I know about
this other business.
You've got to stay away
from these Russians.
You got to let this go.
Hey, Alice.
Hey.
What the hell happened?
Stryker had a party, and...
Jerod went up there?
Smart cookie, that guy is, huh?
They kicked the
shit out of him.
How bad is it?
He bruised and beat.
Why didn't he
just call the cops?
He was unconscious
and bleeding.
No, I know that, but
before he went up there...
I did call.
Two fat cops went up and partied
with them for half an hour.
Stryker probably sicced one
of his skank hoes on them.
How's Ava?
She's fine.
She's with a friend.
And you?
I'm going to go talk to him.
Again.
Thanks.
Again.
Sometimes we don't
see the point in pain.
Karma Lion.
That's bullshit.
You missed my party tonight.
Yeah, I, uh...
I heard I missed
a lot, actually.
Hey, man.
I respect the fact
that you're looking out
for shorty and her moms,
but that motherfucker
was way out of line, coming in
my shit, fronting and drunk.
Say, bro, the way my
boys are, you lucky
all he got was a busted head.
I wish you could
understand how
I don't have the space in my
fucking head for this right
now.
Hey, man.
You gotta go over that
shit with what's his name.
Jerod.
Whatever.
I'll call him the
motherfucker that
fell down the flight of stairs.
Damn it!
Have a drink with me.
You scared?
No, I'm not scared.
Come on, man.
Have a drink with me.
I'm trying to have
a drink with you.
You play?
Fuck golf.
All right.
Goddamn.
Sorry ass attitude made me think
you didn't know how to play.
Well, it was, uh...
it's part of the uniform.
Translation?
Ah.
I used to play with my, uh,
my almost father-in-law.
Uh-oh.
Lion's got a story.
I need to hear one.
Father-in-law mean
there's a girl.
Tell me about her.
What's up with your shirt?
I mean, the Knicks
didn't win in '99.
The Spurs did.
Fuck the Spurs.
Make my own world.
Ah.
And don't
dodge the question.
We're just two individuals
out here, just living.
Come on.
Have... have some drinks with me.
Tell me about the girl.
She was too good for me.
How so?
Well, she came from money.
Yeah, well, I met a bunch
of vulture motherfuckers
with money.
I mean, that doesn't mean...
No, no, no, no, no.
I mean, she... she came
from money, and I knew it.
She was cool, you know?
Confident.
Easy.
She, uh... she
always said she was
going to have some huge
fashion career in New York.
Well, did she do it?
Fuck yes, she did it.
She's the fucking
editor of "Vogue" now.
Everything came easy for her.
I guess I wanted that.
So you think the cool and
the ease came from the money.
You don't?
Mm-hmm.
I think it comes from
knowing your power
and being in your moment.
I mean, I got money
now, so I mean, you...
you didn't know me
before I had money, so...
How'd you fuck it up?
Who said I fucked it up?
Come on.
Pretty girl, rich.
Are y'all together?
No.
How'd you fuck it up?
I left her, actually, a couple
times, if you want to know.
All right.
Don't tell me
you're one of them.
She got your balls in a jar, and
then she got the dog whistle.
Ding a ling a ling a ling!
No.
Ring the bell for
you to come home.
No.
She came back to me, actually.
Even gave me some money
to start up my own stuff.
Shit.
I'll be damned.
So...
fine woman, rich, chasing
after you and putting you up?
Your ass need to beg to
get back in that bed.
Where's your second album?
Say what?
Your second album.
Oh, yeah.
I've been doing some
research on you, you know?
On the computer.
First album, sold a shit
ton of copies, right?
Millions.
On the cover of fucking
magazines, and no second album?
I mean, I think it'd
be easy, you know?
Just pop some fucking
fools and slap
some bitches asses or shit.
You're Stryker
fucking Jones, right?
No, no, no, no, bro.
It's not... it's not...
not fucking like that.
You know, I mean, it's
not about the money.
You know what?
I'm fucking sick of the...
You good.
You good.
OK.
Touch, motherfucker.
Fuck the Spurs.
That was the theory, right?
See my way, though, my way
was so fucking hard and slow.
And her?
That money was just easy.
Yeah, but you got
your own thing, right?
You got the condos.
Yeah.
Oh, you have no fucking
idea about the condos.
- I saw the notice on your door.
- Yeah.
Look here.
It's AC, baby.
Anything could happen.
Something doesn't pan
out, fucking dig in,
and you hold on.
I mean, you've got a
little something cooking
with your girlfriend downstairs.
She's not my
girlfriend, all right?
Come on.
Hey, hey, hey.
You ain't tried to fuck her yet?
No.
Not one time?
Not one time.
What we got over here?
Look like Tiger Woods and shit.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look here, youngsters.
Why don't y'all
keep it moving, man.
We having
conversation out here,
and I'm not in the
mood to be interrupted.
Maybe we just
take this sweet ride
for a turn around the block.
All right, why
don't you just...
Look, I'm not
fucking with you, bro.
Get to stepping.
Says who?
Says me, motherfucker.
All right.
We'll go.
- But we taking this ride?
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
OK, go ahead.
Get in.
Get in.
See how you look in it, pimp.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Get a nice little...
Get a nice...
Oh, you want me to
buff it up for you?
How about I... how about
I polish it off for you?
You'll like that.
Whoa, whoa!
Little the tire.
Huh?
Oh, shit!
Let's get the
fuck out of here!
Fuck.
Um, no.
We're going out tonight.
I look too good.
I feel too fucking good.
Get your bum ass out
of out of Brooklyn
and score before you get here.
Yeah, I heard your little song.
Young, rich, and violent.
You know I'll whoop your ass.
I'm not trying to go home
before the sun comes up.
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
ERIKA Hello?
Erika.
Hey, it's... it's Connor
Ryan, your landlord.
ERIKA
Oh, hello, you!
Yeah, I can't
believe I got you.
ERIKA I've
been meaning to call.
I'm so sorry about
the rent mix up.
That's OK.
It's all right.
You know what?
I'm really sorry about
the air conditioning too.
Yeah, I know.
I hear the boys made
a bit of a mess too.
You know what?
I can forget about
that right now.
If you could just get me the
rent and the deposit, I...
I just really, really...
ERIKA Why don't
you come by the show tonight
and we'll clear it up?
You know what?
I'm at the apartments right now.
Maybe I could just
stop by and grab it.
ERIKA No!
I... I'm not there now.
Come tonight.
I'll have tickets for
you at the box office.
You'll be my personal guest.
See you tonight!
Hey, man.
I got a ticket back there,
uh, under Connor Ryan.
Uh, nope.
No?
What do you mean, no?
You didn't look.
You're playing with your phone.
I don't have anything.
Next.
Next?
There's nobody fucking here.
What are you
talking about, next?
You've been looking
at your fucking phone
the whole time, so I suggest...
Sir, that kind of
language is not...
Not helpful, I know.
People tell me that
all the time, honestly.
Look, I just need my
ticket, all right?
Erika Hoffman left me a ticket.
You mean Ms. Dietz-Hoffman?
Dietz-Hoffman.
Erica Dietz-Hoffman,
I don't fucking care.
Just give me the ticket.
Wipe that fucking smile off your
face and give me the ticket?
Security!
How tight's your ass, buddy?
You want it in here?
Down here?
Give me the fucking
ticket, you son of a...
Don't touch my window.
Stupid jerk.
I love
you, ..
Check one two
to test one two.
Check one two.
Test one two.
Check one two.
Test one two.
Check one two.
Test one two.
Hey, uh, Ms. Hoffman?
Connor Ryan.
Call security!
Call security!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, easy!
The Dunning man!
Hey, listen, stop!
The fuck's wrong
with you, all right?
You asked me to come here!
Stop.
Will you stop walking
towards me for a second?
Listen to me.
She rents my apartment.
That's it.
She owes me money.
What the fuck you
freaks are doing here,
but I don't really
give a shit, all right?
I just want my money!
I know you got it!
I saw it in the Pampers box.
This is mistake.
Bring him.
That'll do.
Mr. Ryan.
I'm Joseph Sandone.
I must insist that you
make no further effort...
You listen to me.
That crazy bitch is obviously
off her fucking meds,
and I don't give a fuck what
you or the fucking Putins
are doing.
I just want my money.
I want what's owed to me,
$6,000, right fucking now.
I suggest you put some thought
into how you want this to end.
I'm the fucking victim here.
For the sake of argument,
let's say that you are.
The relevant question
is, does anybody but you
care about victim and
perpetrator, right and wrong?
Does the bank care?
Will the legal systems act
quickly to redress your needs?
My client's happiness
is your only salvation.
Look.
You're a nice enough fellow,
so I'll be as plain as I can.
My client will be in town
for another week or so.
These fuckers signed
a six-month lease.
Circumstances have arisen.
All obligations will be met when
their business is concluded.
Now just don't do
anything rash, and we
won't have to meet again.
Hey, holds the leash?
You or the girl?
in the country so
on a street by the river
where the rent, it was cheap.
always a roof
under which you can sleep.
when you
go, you're all alone.
ALICE Hey, Connor.
It's Alice.
I know it's late, I just...
I found something.
Jerod brought it home
for Stryker and his gang
the next time he has a party.
This is crazy.
Drinking every
day, talking shit.
Shit, I thought I
solved all the problems
with the noise machine.
Yeah.
Too bad didn't have
those shamanic flutes.
Look at me.
If you get into trouble,
you call the cops,
and then you call me next.
We'll figure this out.
But hey.
If he cracks my hand open,
you've got to sit in the ER
and hold my hand like
you did his sorry ass.
I can do that.
I'm going to take this gun.
Just tell him, I, uh...
Fuck it.
Tell him I took it.
Thanks, Connor.
I'm saying that a lot lately.
Oh, shit.
We taking
the train, bitch.
Because that cab ride
is a ..
That cab ride is a.
That cab ride is a.
We taking the train, bitch.
Because that cab ride
is a ..
That cab ride is a.
Son of a bitch.
Hey.
Mr. Ramos, we need to talk.
Speak
English, motherfucker!
All right, you Russian shithead!
Chechen,
Yankee motherfucker.
Atlantic
City Electric.
How may I be of service to you?
Yeah, I'd like to shut off
the power to one of my units,
please.
Hey!
Hey you!
Hi, Mr. I need the power.
I can endure hot,
but I have work.
I must have power.
Internet.
Internet.
Yeah.
Try a coffee shop, buddy.
No, this no good.
Pay me my fucking rent.
Oh, you... you
could ask rent from Erika.
She has money.
- She could pay.
- No, no, no.
I know you got money.
You got money to feed the tiger.
You got money for your show.
You got money for
your crazy Muppet sex.
You got money to pay
me my fucking rent.
Ferdinand.
With Ferdinand, anger bad.
Oh, you know what else is bad?
Bunch of spoiled
shit in your fridge.
Ah, you're a funny man.
I am not.
Don't sell
yourself short, dude.
You're fucking hilarious
in that bear suit.
And don't fucking threaten
me, you piece of shit.
You know what?
I can't go to the cops.
Fine.
But I do know that
I've told a bunch
of fucking people
about all the fucked
up shit you're doing, right?
Something happens to
me, they come for you.
So piss up a rope.
Jesus Christ, Jerod.
It's 2 o'clock in
the fucking morning.
Go pass out like a real drunk.
You stole my fucking gun.
All right, buddy.
Turn me in.
Get your fucking hands off me!
Ah!
I took the gun because
Alice was scared,
and I thought it might
keep you out of jail,
you fucking shit for brains.
But you know what?
I don't give a fuck anymore!
Alice.
I know y'all got
something going on.
I ain't fucking stupid.
I'll nip that off real quick.
A pop in the mouth
for you and her.
You fucking son of a bitch!
You listen to me.
You hear me?
You lay a hand on
her, and I'm going
to get un-fucking-civilized
on your ass.
You drunken leach!
I'm going to get my gun!
Go knock on 128.
Tell him I sent you.
Ask for Ferdinand, and
remind him he's Russian.
He likes that.
Oh, Connor.
Did Jerod do this?
Well, it was either him
or my crazy Russian buddy.
You mean the bald
guy with the loud dogs?
It's not a dog.
Not quite sure what the
upcharge would be on that one.
I can... I can give
you a ride if you want.
Nah, I got this.
Go on.
Have a good shift.
Yeah.
I got this.
I'm all over this place.
Don't worry about me.
You must have some
sort of admirer.
We put the tires on, we
took it out for a spin,
fixed the windshield, she quit.
Now don't be pissed
off, but somebody
put sugar in your gas tank too.
Oh, that's sweet.
JOSEPH
Car trouble, Mr. Ryan?
Listen, I'm thinking about
how I want this to end.
JOSEPH
I'm listening.
You want your
clients happy, while I
want the roughly
$18,000 that's owed
to me for the term of my lease.
So if I'm patient, I get
my bank to work with me,
you going to guarantee
me that I get
my money at the end of this?
JOSEPH I can guarantee you
that if it goes any other
way, you won't see a dime.
All right.
You let me know if I'm too
noisy for you next time.
Yeah, OK.
What good
is blame, my love?
What good is shame, my love?
It only brings pain, my love.
I'm far away from you.
I need the space.
You too.
ALICE Hey,
you've reached Alice.
Leave a message after the beep.
You can come in.
Hey, man.
What's up, dude?
What, you surprised I can read?
It's just your glasses.
I've never seen them.
Well, women love these.
Speaking of, I met
your tenant last night.
So I saw.
She's confident, fine.
Nice little... nice little frame.
I give her an eight.
Jazz it up a little bit, add
a little sugar and spice.
Eight and a half.
Yeah?
What's wrong, Lion?
Why you look constipated?
You said she ain't your girl.
She's not my girl.
OK.
So if she's my pussy
wipe, you wouldn't
have a problem with that.
Your what?
You know, when you need a
strong little piece to make
you feel like top dog again.
Wipe away all the negative
bullshit with flow.
You know what, man?
I'm going to go.
Oh, come on, now.
Karma Lion.
Karma Lion.
Fuck you, man!
All right?
Fuck you.
Come on, man.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
Come on.
I wouldn't mess with you girl.
Look.
The way you feel right now,
thinking I've been in that,
if that don't convince you,
I don't know what will.
Karma Lion.
Starting to sink in?
Did she tell
you what these mean?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Shit, she got me revisiting
something I read once before.
This?
Mm-hmm.
Maslow's hierarchy of need?
Yeah.
I mean, old Maslow gives
it a nice little try,
but you know, he bugs me.
He only studies Einstein
and Henry David Thoreau,
people like that.
And, uh, what does
it say right there?
The healthiest 1% of
the college population.
Come on, man.
And he didn't study no normal
people, people I grew up
with, people from the bottom.
That's just a sample.
There's exceptions.
People are fucked up.
But for the most part,
people are people.
You know, I'd
be cool with that,
if he was just taking a sample,
but that's not what he's doing.
He is taking the 1%, and he's
saying that they're the ones
who can understand need.
But why are they healthy?
Exactly.
That's what I'm saying.
Just because, what?
The famous, got money,
and went to college?
Who's to say that they know
anything more about loss, love,
or life than anybody else?
Shit, my moms was poor
as a motherfucker,
but she was in
her bliss watching
me eat pancakes she'd made.
Now she knew more about
need than some motherfucker
who got everything.
He ain't real.
You know what I'm saying?
I mean, come on.
Uh, physiological needs must be
met and security of resources
and self-actualization.
Come on, man.
I need to fuck and get
high and make music.
You know what I'm saying?
Those things make me
forget I'm going to die.
That's the shit that make me
keep motherfucking living.
Sex, mm.
Music.
Love.
Those aren't just words.
Them shits breathe.
They got life.
It's not some fucking
pie in the sky.
You think the
fucking average Joe
is sitting around,
thinking about spontaneity
and self-actualization?
You know?
But I bet you he knows when his
dick get hard when a fine ass
woman walk by him, huh?
And... and forget about if
he had stress a minute ago.
That's over with.
And he knows how he feels when
he's with a girl you loves,
now doesn't he?
Because that's real.
Joe not putting that
shit in no hierarchy.
Joe just living, man.
Trying to figure out
who he is and where he
really wants to spend his days.
That's a need.
Maslow, man he
cloud the shit up.
Take all the life out of living.
So what?
Is all this shit going
to be on your next album?
Shit, it could.
I could spin some shit
on that right now.
I want it.
Let's go.
Right now.
Come on, man.
I'm a bad boy now.
Watch out.
Hey, reminds me.
I'm out next week.
What do mean, out?
Like, gone?
Yeah, I'm out.
Shoo!
Gone.
I've got all the words now, man.
All I need to do is lay
the tracks to the album.
Like I said, this one here,
it's got to be righteous.
So throwing myself
a little rap party.
Here?
Yeah, before I go to LA.
Um, Saturday night.
Shit, you always said
I made too much ruckus,
and I need a little
ruckus to write, you know?
So I figure I won't
be so selfish,
and I'll throw a party in honor
of everybody who tolerated me.
A little food, little drink.
You know, music.
All right?
I even invited your
circus folk to come, man.
Fuck.
I think they're, uh,
magicians, actually.
Yeah, whatever.
Whatever What... I
don't give a shit.
They got a fucking tiger, man.
And I want it.
Mm-hmm.
You know what, man?
These guys, they're into
some serious, fucked up shit.
Fuck them.
I want my party, Saturday night.
And I want my tiger.
Lions and tigers.
And bears.
Oh, my.
Not unless
they're stupid enough
to shit where they eat.
Take off clothes, now.
What's up with you and
the fucking clothes, fucko?
Naked man cannot
sneak away so easy.
Mm.
Our money, now.
Not a fucking chance!
Fuck you!
This is a
very simple tool.
Yet, you know how much pain
I could cause with such
a simple, tiny thing as this?
I'm Irish.
You have no idea how stubborn
I can be, motherfucker.
Hmm.
In my experience, stubborn
burns away very easy.
But as you say, you
are Irish, and I do not
know how stubborn you could be.
But we will find out, yes?
How to begin?
Your fingers?
Your nose?
Your penis then.
Fuck you!
You can say whatever the
fuck you want, but you're not
getting you fucking money
until your deal is done here
and you're off my
fucking property.
I know you don't have
a fucking choice,
because the money's not yours.
Yeah.
Yeah, motherfucker.
Oh, yeah.
That made you stop,
didn't it, motherfucker?
I know more about you and your
fucking money than you think.
You know nothing.
Then why'd you
stop walking, fucko?
Stop!
We can't complete our
business without that money.
Oh, I know that.
I know that.
And I know the fucking
people who you work for.
They keep a really
tight fucking account,
so now it's all y'all's
fucking chance now to make
me really fucking happy.
Monday morning.
Ramos will get his money
returned to him Monday morning,
and then we part ways.
If anything happens
to me or that girl,
I can promise you
I got people here
and in Phila-fucking-delphia
that are going
to be pissed the fuck off.
If we do what you
say, you will guarantee
us we will get all our money.
If you don't, I guarantee
you ain't going to see shit.
I'm getting into the
fucking insurance business.
Scare this kid.
Do you fully understand
what will happen
to you if anything goes wrong?
And what I will do to
your friend over and over?
You know what?
I thought you were a criminal.
But you're a straight up
fucking villain, aren't you?
Fuck you, shorty.
Ferdinand, come.
Karma Lion.
What's up, Ramos?
The Russian.
I'm not Russian.
I said this before.
OK, whatever.
Hey, look.
Where's my fucking tiger?
My brother
will bring her soon.
You sure about that?
Uh, perhaps now we, uh,
can take care of business.
You take care
of business where
business is taken care of.
Then you pay your rent.
Fuck him.
Thanks for that.
You see her?
Who?
Who you think?
Yeah, I mean, I...
I saw you guys talking.
I set you up, motherfucker.
What do you mean,
you set me up?
Hey, what do you really need?
Fuck the Spurs.
Huh?
My Knicks always win.
That's right.
Lion.
I ain't seen you all week.
If I tried to explain to you
how shitty this week has been,
you would never believe me.
Oh, yeah?
I might.
You think?
You look, uh... wow.
Thank you.
Karma Lion.
You know that's what
Stryker calls you.
Uh, yeah.
I don't think either
of you guys want
the karma I got coming my way.
Oh, well, you've been
doing all right by me.
I'm going to go get
us some real drinks.
OK.
This stuff is terrible.
Yeah, it is.
I'll be here.
Ride through the
city, my city got ..
My city like the video game.
with my city,
my city ..
Sipping my city.
I ride through the city.
My city
send me no pain.
like the video game.
my city.
My city.
Sipping my city.
All we needed was love.
Feed me all of your pain
and all of your drugs.
Fuck, dude!
Shit!
He does not deserve Jezebel.
The black motherfucker!
You fucking weird ass racist.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Look, now... look.
Nobody here wants
any trouble, OK?
Why don't you just let
me go back to the party?
I give him exactly
what he deserve.
your tiger!
Get the
fuck out of my face.
You got a dude dressed up in
makeup in a motherfucking cage.
I want a fucking tiger.
Where's the fucking tiger?
That's not Jezebel.
That's the broke motherfucker
that lives down the street.
touch me, motherfucker!
Ah!
Your uncle says to call him.
May want to put some
clothes on first.
He's not dead yet.
They're going to
want to talk to him.
Come on.
Mother fuck.
I thought
we were different.
It was just a figment of my
imagination, ation, yeah.
Shit.
What's up, man?
I throw a hell of a party, huh?
Yeah.
It's not St. Paddy's
Day at the Irish pub,
but it wasn't boring.
You know, Batman only wears
a costume when he's jumping
off of balconies and shit.
Yeah, well, you
don't got what I got.
You know I'm going to
name my album after you.
Karma Lion.
Where's my gun
now, shit biscuit?
Never got that drink.
I'll make it up to you.
And so my
friends would surely like
to locate that excess paper.
Of course, they figure it's
not all going to be there.
I mean, feeding that tiger must
have been fucking expensive.
$20 grand.
Shit, $50,000.
That's a big fucking animal.
Yeah, any more than
$50 grand would be
a real fucking greedy animal.
OK, why don't we
have supper tonight?
I'll get a table at
Vola's, all right?
All right.
Sounds good.
What do you think?
She's a big girl.
Think she's going to make it?
Hey it's AC.
Anything can happen
in Atlantic City.
Well, I'm almost
home, and I know all the roads.
And they look the same as
they did when I was young.
It was years ago I was
half baked, bright eyed,
but all hope.
And the things I didn't know.
And I'm still all hope,
but now I'm almost home.
Too many sad days,
too many Tuesday mornings.
I thought of you today.
I wished it was
yesterday morning.
I thought of you
today, and I dreamt
you were dressed in mourning.
But I knew that you, with your
heart beating and your eyes
shining, would be dreaming of
me lying with you on Tuesday
morning.
I fell through the
window, and I found
that I was still breathing.
I thought of tomorrow, and the
fear that you might leave me.
I thought of tomorrow, and I
wished it was Monday evening.
But I knew that you, with your
heart beating and your eyes
shining, would be
dreaming of me lying
with you on a Tuesday morning.
Turn your face from me.
I will cover myself with sorrow.
Bring hell down upon me.
I will surrender
my heart to sorrow.
Bring hell down upon me, and
I will say goodbye tomorrow.
Because I know that
you, with your heart
beating and your eyes shining,
will be dreaming of me lying
with you on a Tuesday morning.
And I know that you, with your
heart beating and your eyes
shining, will be
dreaming of me lying
with you on a Tuesday morning.