Brothers in Arms

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[police dispatch] Calling all

units near Gilbert Street.

[police officer] Dispatch,

this is car five, go ahead.

[dispatch] We have a

two-eleven in progress.

[police officer] I'm sorry,

could you please repeat?

[dispatch] A two-eleven, armed

suspects at the Gerald Bank,

shots have been fired.

[officer] Car five,

is on route.

Car seven is also on route.

[faint sirens in distance]

Sh*t, they're gaining on us!

F*** dude,

why'd you start shooting?

- Yeah man, what the f***?

- I got caught up in the heat of the moment!

You bought a real gun!

- It's a cap gun!

- Jesus Christ, that's not a f***ing cap gun!

- Drive faster!

- [sirens]

F***, why didn't be rob

a f***ing liquor store?

Christian, shut up!

- We're out of gas!

- What?

I said we're out of gas!

- I f***ing told you to stop by the gas station!

- God dammit!

- Where's the bag?

- It's here.

[loud pop]

[screaming]

- [screaming continues]

- Levi, help!

- No, just stop there, you're just smearing it!

- What do you want from me!

Pull out dammit,

will you pull out!

Turn right, turn right!

Did we lose them?

I think we lost them!

Oh sh*t!

Break! Hit the break!

- Turn the breaks, John!

- Hit the break!

- John!

- Hit the break!

[tires squeal]

Ok Ann, think we got it.

Doesn't have to be perfect.

- Wait, I want to be in it too.

- Oh, no.

[camera click]

Alright.

- Can barely see...

- Alright.

Killing it.

- We should get that framed, babe.

- Yeah.

Mm, ew.

So what now?

How about a party at Christian's

house, huh? Yeah?

My parents are home guys.

Got to cut that cord eventually,

dude.

[girl] Party at my place,

b*tches!

Ok, party at her place.

- Alright, yeah.

- Uh, meet at my house, seven o'clock still?

Uh, later,

uh, I'm going to take Michael

to dinner first.

[Levi] What? What about our tradition of

pre-gaming with shots and board games?

I'll see you guys tonight.

[Levi] See ya, bro.

It's called band of brothers,

Michael.

I'll lend it to you.

- Well.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

[indistinctive chatter]

[Levi] F***.

Can you help at all?

I'm beggy backing this team.

Yeah well who's the one

drinking all the cups?

You said you didn't

want to drive.

[glass bottles clinkering]

Sh*t, my God.

[Ann] Hey, so you're gonna

tell them, right?

Yeah.

Wait, wait.

Ok, so you're going to tell them that

you're not going to take the job?

Yes, he can handle it.

We're not attached at the hip,

like everyone thinks.

- [chuckles]

- I'm serious.

Yeah, if you say so.

What's up f*ggot.

- Yo.

- [chuckles]

Let me guess, John.

Yeah, he's kind of handicap.

Dude, what happened to you?

Nothing a little Dr. Whiskey

can't fix.

Oh my God, I swallowed

a cigarette butt.

That's why we're losing games.

- [coughing]

- [chuckles]

Dudes, we're graduating.

- Ready to get white girl wasted?

- Yeah.

F***!

[no dialogue]

Sh*t.

Where did you get this?

Got it from my cousin,

yesterday.

[coughing] Smooth.

[chuckling]

[coughs]

Can you believe it's

already over?

Oh I just started it,

you're good.

[chuckles] No not that,

I mean-I mean school.

Oh, y-yeah.

So what's the plan?

Oh dude, you know the plan.

Get jobs at my dad's mountain,

make some money,

move out to LA,

conquer the world.

So you still want to work

at your dad's mill?

Yeah, yeah I mean that's the

plan since we were kids.

Yeah. Well you don't want

to do anything else?

I go, where you go.

Yeah.

What?

Nothing man,

let's just celebrate.

No, no, what's up?

We made those plans when

we were like 12 dude.

Yeah, I mean,

we did it on a pinky promise.

Yeah, but,

there's other things I got

to consider now, too.

Like, what?

Ann?

Look she's getting into

medical school...

[mumbles] She wants to be a vet.

- It's not like...

- Yeah, but she also wants to get out of here.

So what, she can't move with us?

Come on man,

you know what I mean.

[John] Yeah.

I mean, yeah, I mean just wait

like a year, and then...

- We'll save up money...

- John.

You made a pinky promise.

Yeah I know, but things

change dude.

So you're just going to let

Ann run your life?

- [Michael] No dude, it's not like that.

- No...

Yeah I mean, you know,

you're banging this chick and,

- you're just moving into her...

- [Michael] Hey.

What are you even going to do?

I don't know, I was gonna,

see where she, go,

or gets into.

Yeah exactly, you don't know.

I'll tell you what you're gonna

do, you're just gonna sit around,

Have you thought about that?

NO you haven't.

Cause I know you.

Come on, I mean f*** that.

You need to,

be a man, you know.

Blaze you're own,

journeys.

[chuckles] I don't know, it

sounded better in my head.

All I'm saying is,

you're Michael.

Just don't let anyone tell you

how or what to think.

Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

It's like worse than getting up

and leaving me, anyway, right?

Exactly.

Besides, she'll,

understand.

- Think so?

- No.

[chuckles] But she'll

get over it.

I hope so.

Do you think we can

smoke in here?

Yeah, the windows...

- Open.

- [both chuckle]

- [man] Michael.

- Yeah?

Big Bertha's jammed up again,

go down there and fix it.

- [Michael] Can't Ray, Bill or Vince handle it?

- [man] They're busy.

[John] Hey.

Hey.

You know lunch started

ten minutes ago, right?

Yup.

Need any help?

What are you doing

down here, man?

You wanted lunch,

so I bought you your bag.

There you go.

Not right now.

We got the day off tomorrow.

Huh, any ideas?

Honestly man, just,

- Good try.

- [bang]

[chuckles] Oh dude,

that sucks, bro.

You wanna go to a bar tonight?

We could watch the game.

I'm good dude.

Gonna go home, take a shower,

and sleep.

You do that every night,

I mean,

it's the weekend, come on.

I'm good dude.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

I thought you said

you were over it?

It's not that dude, it's this.

I mean look at me.

Come on, we knew what we were

getting into, when we took the job.

Oh, did we?

I sure didn't see myself having

to unclog a giant saw.

Ok so, we didn't know what

we were getting into.

But um,

I mean, you know,

it could be worse.

And uh,

we're both single enough,

to go to a bar,

get sh*t faced,

and find some chicks to get,

[whispers] Our d*cks.

Let's get our d*cks sucked.

Huh?

You know what?

Screw the bar.

I know somewhere better

we can go.

John look, I know what you're trying to do, but

I'm just gonna call it after my shift, alright?

F*** your shift.

One game?

And then, I'll let you sleep

until your heart's content.

Come on.

Say no to this face,

say no to this face.

One game.

One game.

Cock!

[Christian] You want to shoot

from the women's team, dude?

- Best two out of three.

- Fat f***ing chance, John boy.

So Michael,

haven't seen you in a while.

- How you been?

- Well better than John's game.

I'm better when I'm drunk.

Hey man, keep it down.

Parents are upstairs.

Hey I'm allowed to sim.

Not in this house.

Oh I keep forgetting I'm

in communist Russia.

Still beats the hell

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