Arsenal
- R
- Year:
- 2017
- 97 min
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1
Someone once asked me
why I stick up for Mikey.
They clearly don't
have a brother.
It could be
any other game, honestly.
You'll beat me on any game?
' - Yeah.
- ' Really, now?
I don't think you
understand I own the arcade.
No, you don't, but I do.
- I own every game.
- Let's prove it.
I'll beat you on every game.
Here, take it.
- All right.
- Take all these quarters.
- Yeah.
Hey, can I get some quarters, Mikey?
No, get your own money.
Aw, don't cry.
Little b*tch.
Hey, guys,
what can I get for you?
- I'll take the baseball cards.
- Okay.
Thanks.
Come on.
I'm hungry, Mikey-
Come on.
Here, go play some video games.
Do you want some or not'?
Take it!
Why are you still standing
there like a f***ing retard?!
Go to the arcade!
Go!
In the beauty of
The lily
Christ was born
Across the sea
With a glory...
Open your f***ing mouth.
Open it.
Open it.
Open your mouth.
That's it.
Bite down on the pipe.
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth
Is
Marching
Sneaking around?
No, I'm sorry.
I was looking for you.
didn't ya?
What'd you see?
Nothing.
- I didn't see anything.
- Come on Mikey, what did you see?
Something that's beautiful?
Nothing.
- I swear.
- That's good, kid.
That's how you stay quiet.
He didn't stay quiet, Mikey.
Didn't stay quiet.
Catch it, JP!
Come on, come on, you can do it.
Yes, JP!
Good job, JP!
Working for Eddie
is my thing, okay.
Stay away from the arcade.
Look, Eddie's been giving me
more and more work though so
I figure I ain't got no more time to mow
Miss Cindy's lawn no more.
Go ahead.
It's yours if you want it.
But you gotta put gas in it.
You gotta mow it every week and...
sweep all the grass
off the driveway but,
if you do all that,
it's your job.
It's your money.
I don't know what to tell you.
If you can't handle it,
I'll find someone who can.
I know you can do it,
come on, get out there.
Apply yourself, huh.
- JP.
- Yeah?
- We need to talk.
- Sure.
Alright, Rob, talk to me.
Everything going good?
Well, we're behind
'cause some of the guys
have been texting on site.
Well, tell them to stop texting.
They're here to construct, not text.
I mean, Rob,
you're my partner right?
- Yeah.
- Alright, then act like a boss.
- Implement a no texting policy.
- You got it.
- Hey, you coming back later?
- Maybe.
You're late!
Please. I am prompt,
present, and prepared
to beat your ass my friend.
Bring it.
- Right over the plate.
- Let's get into it.
Come on.
Ball outside.
We want a pitcher,
not a belly itcher.
We want a pitcher,
not a belly itcher.
Come on.
Oh, yeah!
Whoo! Slamma, jamma,
ding-dong, baby!
Slamma, jamma, ding-dong,
whoo-whoo!
- Come on. Oh yeah.
- Yeah!
You go get it!
You know, Mikey,
I have a job for you if you want it.
It's just sitting
there waiting for you.
Okay?
I'm just trying to help out.
I know you've been having a hard time
since you got back so...
Alright, see ya tomorrow.
- Okay?
- Yeah. Alright.
I've got an excess of glocks
right now, Mikey.
Can't do a thing with this.
That's not all I got.
What in the f*** is this?
- That's a flashbang.
- Flash what?
Flashbang, stun grenade.
It's what SWAT uses.
That's James Bond
sh*t right there.
Alright, so what
do you want for it?
The city pays like 6,000
bucks for one of those.
Ain't gonna find them
anywhere on the street.
Yeah, but I don't have anybody
coming in here asking to buy'em.
Because they don't think
you have one, a**hole.
Mikey, I got guys coming
in here wanting protection
from sheet holders,
or carjackers, or an ex.
What in the f*** are they
gonna do with a... stun grenade?
Tell you what, man.
For you.
Six hundred bucks.
High as I can go.
Six hundred.
Why don't you take that 600
and go buy yourself
a gold dildo,
and stick up your ass.
Get the f*** outta here, Mikey.
Next time bring me
something I can sell.
Come on, baby,
what's the matter?
- Hey, Sal, you ready for today?
- Hey. Naw, I'm gonna skip today.
- Aw, that's too bad.
- I f***ed up my wrist.
- Hey, Sal.
- Hey, baby.
Listen, I need to talk
to you about Mikey.
Yeah, sure, what's up?
I was gonna confront him myself,
but you know he goes deaf
every time I speak.
- Yeah, no, I know.
- Right.
He bought a package.
- What?
- Not just to snort.
- H... how do you know?
- Come on.
F***.
It's always something.
Man, I don't even know where
he got the money to buy the sh*t.
I'm not worried about
him getting busted.
Okay?
I'm not gonna bust him.
But he's gonna get
himself killed.
- Alright, I'll talk to him, yeah.
- Alright?
- Thanks.
- Alright.
JP!
- Yes, yes!
- Excuse me.
You made it. Come here!
I didn't think you were gonna make it.
Of course, man,
I wouldn't miss it.
- Where's Lizzie?
- Uh, she's parking the car.
This kids going to get a hit. Watch,
watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch.
Let's see it man...
Me on second, you on the base.
- Gasps' third, me gasps' fourth.
- Hell yeah, what would Lizzie do?
She'd be our manager.
Would you manage us?
Why don't you and your little gay friend
sit down. Your team f***ing sucks.
Why don't you shut up,
Mr. Clean?
- Mikey, leave it.
- What are you a Jacksonville fan?
- Mikey
- You guys always lose.
I mean you've been
losing year after year.
Your like an evolution of losing.
They've actually accepted
being f***ing losers,
that's why he doesn't shoot himself
in the f***ing head.
- Look at him.
- Man, f*** you.
- No, f*** you, man.
- Hey, Mikey, Mikey.
Sit down, sit down.
Look man, y'all even got
tickets to be sitting here?
- Why don't y'all get outta here?
- What are you security now?
- I could be.
- Relax.
Hey, why don't you teach
your b*tch how to cheer for a real team.
Hey, hey, come on that's my wife.
Don't start with her.
Man, f*** you.
I'm cool.
Stop! I'll shoot.
- Where is it'?
- Where's what?
You know why we're here.
The coke. Where is it'?
Oh, the coke.
The coke, it's in the fridge.
Make another joke
about the coke being in the fridge.
Come on.
Alright.
Give me some crayons.
I can draw you a map.
The coke's in the f***ing crisper.
I got it, let's go.
P*ssy.
Your brother's always
getting into trouble.
You know he can't control himself,
and he always has your attention.
Babe...
somebody else
has already got my attention.
- Babe, your clothes.
- I don't care.
I recognized your car, sh*t tard.
I was on your softball team
four f***ing years ago.
Remember? Remember?
- F***, f***.
Where the f*** is it?
- I don't have it, man.
- Bull sh*t.
See if this jogs your goddamn memory.
- You don't understand.
- What don't I understand, huh?
Well, help me understand.
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