Proud

Listen up! I've got Pilates at 6:00 p.m.

I want everyone in their underwear right now.

My agent asked me to lean out about six months ago.

Feels like it's working.

Next in line.

Just a sec.

Pretty sure the instructions

were "underwear only." Am I wrong?

Mm-hmm.

-Mm-hmm. -(COUGHS)

What's happening here?

I don't do underwear.

Hey, just give the kid a break. He's a free spirit.

Are you okay?

Is he choking?

What's wrong? -(GASPS, GRUNTS)

Thank you. (GASPING)

All right, the party's over. Now, get the hell out!

What's wrong with you?

-For fuck's sake! Did I stutter? Hey.

-You should always knock first. -Exactly.

-And maybe then come in. Who is this bitch?

-She's my sister. -Good morning.

Good morning to you.

I'm calling the police, so get the hell out.

Hey, hey, relax, sis. It's too early.

It's not rocket science. I want you all out!

They're leaving, all right? Calm down.

Have a good one.

-(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) -You were coming back on Sunday.

It's Monday, you idiot.

Oh, shit. Uh, listen...

Sorry, party's over.

Hey!

I'm sorry. Don't get so mad.

What's up?

We had a deal. No partying in my house, Filip.

Really, four guys?

This place smells like a damn ash tray.

I only asked for two things.

-Trash and the laundry. -I know. I know. I get it.

I'll do whatever you want me to do.

I'll even iron it if that's what you need.

Uh, thanks for everything. We just wanted to say goodbye.

Yeah, nice to meet you, and sorry for all the hassle...

Buh-bye. Go, go. See you.

See you tonight, Filip?

I want you to move out, today.

Don't joke about that.

Look at me, Filip.

I said look at me! Do I look like I'm joking?

Anka, all this because I had a little fun?

-I like to party. That's what people fucking do. -It's because of the smoking,

the fucking laundry, the orgies, the trash.

-Because I have to act like... -I know. I fucking know...

...I'm your fucking mother, for what?

You're a clean freak, this is not a museum!

Get your own place, and you can call the shots.

And where do you expect me to go?

I mean, on such short notice?

Ask yourself.

I've taken care of you my whole life. -(SCOFFS)

And you had six months to look for something.

I'm broke, Anka.

Then sell your bike. -Motorcycle.

-Any other wonderful idea? -Filip...

Tosia's peace is very important,

and I could use some peace right now.

I'm going back to work full-time,

and I have to find a daycare for her.

I can take care of her, you know.

-It's not a problem. -(SCOFFS)

Great, that's just the best idea I've ever...

Hello?

I'm in a cab right now, traffic's insane.

I'll be there in five. Sure, see you soon.

I need to go, but we'll talk about this later.

No, we won't, I'm serious.

-I want you out today. -Can you please chill the fuck out for once?

-Today! -I'm begging you, dammit!

You have no sense of respect.

To you, everything's just fun and games.

I'm fed up with you.

But today is the day you grow the hell up.

Goddamn it!

-(DOORBELL RINGING) -(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-(KNOCKING CONTINUES) -(RINGING CONTINUES)

I see you! I know you're in there!

I'll kick the fucking door down!

I don't have your money. Okay?

-Stop doing that. -Open the door!

-Good day, ma'am. -Good morning.

-You're looking for Filip? Mm-hmm.

Well, if you see him,

please remind him he has to come get his dog.

You're such a cutie, baby, but your owner's an asshole.

Actually, Mr. Asshole sent me. He asked me to pick up Felek.

Oh, that dumbass finally remembered.

-Here you go. Oh, I'll take care of him.

You know, he owes me 50

for the dog's food.

There you go. Sorry for the trouble.

Mm. Bye, sweetie. Goodbye.

That stupid little cunt.

Stop! Are you kidnapping my dog? Deadass?

I want my money today, shithead!

-Plus 50 for the dog food. -Oh, Felek.

Hey, yo, can you please drive faster?

Olek, fuck, bro, I know.

I told you, it's the traffic. Just cut me some slack.

Hey, man, it's Filip. Hey, listen.

If you still want it, I guess I can sell you the bike.

Fuckin' A.

We need to go back.

-You said you'd never sell it. -Shit happens.

(CHUCKLING) Oh!

Sorry, man, I need to get this.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Wow! You don't mind, right?

ON MY WAY

Man, hell of a collection you got here.

Don't touch that one!

-(CHUCKLES) Wow. It's not for sale.

All right. All right.

Ooh! That was epic! I love the sound of the engine.

Oh, fuck me.

I told your friend that one's not for sale.

Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, my friend.

I'm in a hurry. We got a deal or what?

-Yeah? -Twenty-five grand.

Eleven grand, okay? It's all I have.

-No way, man, it's worth 25. -That's way beyond my budget.

Don't worry, kid. You'll sell it.

To someone else.

God dammit! Come back, we've got a deal.

I'll take your damn cash.

Now fuck off.

Yeah, he's right here. He's sober, so sober.

-(CAR HORN HONKING) Filip, oh, my God!

What the hell? Everybody's freaking out.

Chill out, man. -I have one job to do.

I'm sick of always getting fucked over because of you.

Can you stop bitching for five minutes?

-Is Marek there? He is.

And everybody's fucking pissed. You're, like, 45 minutes late!

-Filip! -But I'm here, am I not?

Yeah, I'm just bursting with excitement.

Do you have any idea

how many people you're holding up?

-The whole production-- -Really, man, just stop it.

You're starting to get on my nerves.

-Wait here. Filip! (SIGHS)

Felek!