Phantom Halo Page #4

Synopsis: Brothers Samuel and Beckett Emerson are barely scraping by. Their father, Warren, continues to gamble and drink away any money they bring home. With all the havoc that is constantly going on in their lives, the family members each find solace in his own way, through Shakespeare, comic books and impossible love affairs. Beckett seizes the opportunity to make some easy money by counterfeiting in hopes of repaying his father's debts. When Beckett's plan goes awry, the family must decide to change their ways or pay the ultimate price
 
IMDB:
5.1
Metacritic:
37
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Year:
2014
87 min
203 Views


Ah, I love the smell

of a new car.

- Don't stop.

- Don't stop.

What are you doing?

Oh.

Uh, I was looking out the window

and noticed the grass

was uneven.

Thought I'd come

out here and fix it.

I'm giving myself blisters.

Well, why don't you

go inside and relax?

The weight that we carry,

mud, is truly the weight

of our unfolded wings.

It is our... our right...

our... our journey

to become more like

the Phantom Halo...

marked by mud,

but not trapped by it.

So did Donny buy you this place?

What do you know about Donny?

Nothing. I just...

Big Larry's idea of fun

was to whack me in the face,

so I ran away

when Little Larry was a baby,

and Donny, Big Larry's cousin,

took pity on us and

gave us this place to live.

Does he touch you?

No.

End of story, Beckett.

Go on. Get out of here.

Do you like me?

Yes, I do.

Samuel!

Yeah.

Come inside!

It's getting late!

All right.

Now.

Okay.

Oh, why do you even bother?

I won... I won that piece

of junk in a poker game.

It kicked on me years ago.

Car needs oil, Dad.

Well, I put oil in that car.

Where?

In... In the oil hole.

Why aren't you working, Dad?

Oh, I did...

work.

Oh, you should have

seen my Hamlet.

My boy, my darling boy.

Come on. Come sit.

No. I'm too big.

Oh, come on.

Please, please, sit.

Come sit, please. Please.

Dad...

Come on.

Ah, here.

Ohh. You know...

I... I don't understand

why you brought home so little.

You know what I'm saying?

I'm starting to think that

you're stealing from me.

No, Dad.

I'm... I'm not.

The crowd wasn't

carrying nothing today.

Anything. Anything!

Listen to you.

Your dumb brother's

rubbing off on you.

If you ask Beckett,

he'll say the same thing.

Well, where is Beckett?

She's gorgeous, simply gorgeous,

but a bit too old for you.

She's just a friend.

You've got sex written

all over your face.

Really is amazing

how much you learn

about anatomy

in my line of work.

Ahh!

See, if I have my friend here

push his knife any further,

he'll sever your iliac artery.

Now, this artery splits

as it descends

and then divides again

from the aorta,

which supplies blood

to your lower limbs.

You'll lose use of your legs,

your dick,

all the important parts.

Now, I thought it was important

that we have a visit like this

so I could light the fire.

And, you know, I was right,

because I feel much better.

Samuel brought home $40 today.

$40? That's impossible.

Are you stealing

from me, Beckett?

Are you serious?

Where's my Tony Hawk

skateboard, hmm?

My Star Wars collection?

My gold cross and chain?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What happened to you?

Oh, this?

This is what your friend does.

What?

How much money do you owe Roman?

D-Did Roman do that?

No, no! No! No!

You're gonna get us all killed.

I'm gonna save your life, son.

I promise.

No one will ever touch you like that again,

ever.

You're delusional,

and if you don't stop drinking,

you're gonna die alone.

Why don't you make that last?

I gotta go lay down.

Hey... Hey, Beckett, wait.

Wait.

Do you want

some mor... Do you...

I love you.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow,

and tomorrow...

creeps in this petty pace

from day to day

to the last syllable

of recorded time...

and all our yesterdays

have lighted fools

the way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle.

Life's but a walking shadow,

a poor player that struts and

frets his hour upon the stage

and is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot

full of sound and fury...

signifying nothing.

Who's there?

It's Little Larry.

Remember me?

No.

Beckett's friend.

What's with the bag?

Oh, uh, Beckett and I are starting

a new workout regime, so...

Beckett!

I'm out here.

About to take your dad to

the gym instead of you.

Not... Not today.

Yeah?

I'll run circles

around your fat ass.

I wouldn't be

too sure about that.

Sir, do you mind if I use the

restroom before we head out?

No, no, not at all.

Go to the end of the hall,

to the left.

Great.

Hmm.

Where do you know him from?

It was a boy home.

Oh, that criminal camp?

I don't want him here.

You know,

he's probably

stealing soap as we speak.

We don't have any soap, Dad.

Well, then get... get some.

You remember when Mom

used to freak out

and scramble for quarters

when that thing came around?

Don't go reminiscing

about the past.

It wasn't any better then.

Yes, it was.

No, it wasn't.

Sorry about the soap.

You didn't wash

your filthy hands, did you?

Oh, I just took a piss.

But you had your hands

on your pecker.

I don't touch it.

Ah, that's a trick I don't know.

Should we?

Yeah, let's go.

Lovely home, honestly.

Okay.

What's with the bag?

Gym clothes, man.

I was serious about working out.

Helps with the chicks.

Heh heh.

Little Larry?

Hey.

Damn.

Is this yours?

Where'd you get this?

We bought it.

It's pretty sweet, right?

We?

With what?

Have you two lost your heads?

This is what you've been up to?

We don't even have groceries,

and you... you bought

a f***ing Bentley?

I'm handling it.

I'm hungry, Beck.

Get yourself some food.

Don't treat me like a kid.

Stop acting like a kid.

Good to see you, Samuel.

Look out. Ohh!

Give me another one.

Got a lot.

Oh, thank you for the present.

Let me do the talking,

all right?

Just as long

as I get my 42 grand.

Oh, we'll come back with a

lot more than that, man.

Smashmouth.

You gotta be...

Smashmouth.

What you got...

Smashmouth.

Full house, baby.

Check it out. Huh?

Ow!

Let go of me.

Let go of me, man.

God damn it.

Get off me.

God damn it.

I have new pajamas

made every month.

Don't they, uh,

sell 'em at the store?

These are Italian silk.

You know, I had

a silk shirt once.

It felt really good on my skin,

smooth, silky, if you will.

Is that retard Donny still teaching

you everything that you know?

Jesus Christ,

you haven't done or said

one intelligent thing yet today.

Look, I'm done with Donny, okay?

I did this from my lab,

and it is flawless.

Take a gander.

Donny know you're here?

No, of course not.

Good.

Best that way.

Yeah.

I wouldn't want him

to get his panties wet.

He's a jealous man.

That he is.

Now, I understand

you arrived in a Bentley.

Yeah.

Continental Supersport.

You pay cash for that?

Yeah. What else?

You're not only being

taught by a retard.

You are a retard.

And if you ever come around here

waving cash like a lunatic again,

I'm gonna rip your face off.

You got that?

I'll see if this passes,

and then we'll be in touch.

Oh, ye... uh,

I thought we were

gonna do

the... the exchange?

Well, you thought wrong.

I see it.

You... You don't...

Beckett?

They took the briefcase

out of the trunk.

There's nothing left.

We need to get out of here now.

Let's go.

For your trouble.

Do you think this is

gonna cover it?

I did all of this because I

assumed a payday was in order.

My pops always told me

never to assume anything,

and now I'm just

an ass with a fat lip

who's three steps closer

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