Arsenal (2017) Script

Someone once asked me why I stick up for Mikey.

They clearly don't have a brother.

It could be any other game, honestly.

Who 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.

Take all these quarters.

You think you're gonna win? Yeah.

I'm gonna beat you anyway.

Hey, can I get some quarters, Mikey?

No, get your own money.

Aw, don't cry. Little bitch.

Hey, guys, what can I get for you?

I'll take the baseball cards.


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 fucking retard?!

Go to the arcade! Go!

Open your fucking mouth.

Open it.

Open your mouth. That's it.

Bite down on the pipe.

Sneaking around?

No, I'm sorry.

I was looking for you.

You found something else, didn't ya?

What'd you see?


I didn't see anything. Come on, Mikey, what did you see?

Something that's beautiful?


I swear. That's good, kid.

That's how you stay quiet.

He didn't stay quiet, Mikey.

Didn't stay quiet.

Come on, you can do it.

Yes, JP!

Nice job, JP. Good job.

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 of 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.

All right, Rob, talk to me. Everything going good?

Well, we're behind on the office building job, '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. All right, 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!


Slamma, jamma, ding-dong, baby!

Slamma, jamma, ding-dong, whoo-hoo!

Come on. 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.


Don't worry about me.

I'm just trying to help out.

I know you've been having a hard time since you got back so...

All right, see ya tomorrow.

Okay? Yeah. All right.

I've got an excess of glocks right now, Mikey.

I can't do anything with this.

That's not all I got.

What in the fuck is this?

That's a flashbang. Flash what?

Flashbang, stun grenade. It's what SWAT uses.

That's James Bond shit right there.

All right, so what do you want for it?

A couple hundred bucks?

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, asshole.

Mikey, I got guys coming in here wanting protection from sheet holders, or car jackers, or an ex.

What in the fuck 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 fuck outta here, Mikey.

Next time bring me something I can sell.

Come on, baby, what's the matter?

Hey, Sal. Hey.

You ready for today?

Naw, I'm gonna skip today.

That's too bad. I fucked 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.

No, I know. Right.

He bought a package.

What? Not just to snort.

How do you know? Come on.

Fuck. It's always something.

Man, I don't even know where he got the money to buy the shit.

I'm not worried about him getting busted.

Okay? I'm not going to bust him.

But he's gonna get himself killed.

All right, I'll talk to him, yeah. All right?

Thanks. All right.


Yes, yes! Excuse me.

You made it. I didn't think you were gonna make it.

Of course, man, I wouldn't miss it.

Where's Lizzie? She's parking the car.

Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch.

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 fucking sucks.

Why don't you shut up, Mr. Clean?

Mikey, leave it. What are you a Jacksonville fan?

You guys always lose.

I mean you've been losing year after year.

Your like an evolution of losing.

They've actually accepted being fucking losers, that's why he doesn't shoot himself in the fucking head.

Look at him. Man, fuck you.

No, fuck 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 bitch how to cheer for a real team.

Hey, hey, come on that's my wife. Don't start with her.

Man, fuck you.

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.

All right. Give me some crayons.

I can draw you a map.

The coke's in the fucking crisper.

I got it, let's go.


That stupid motherfucker.

Your brother's always getting into trouble.

You know he can't control himself, and he always has your attention.


Somebody else has already got my attention.

Babe, your clothes. I don't care.

Recognized your car, shit tard.


I was on your softball team four fucking years ago.

Remember? Remember?

Where is it? Where is it?

Fuck! Fuck!

Where the fuck is it?

I don't have it, man. Bullshit!

See if this jogs your goddamned memory.

You don't understand. What don't I understand, huh?

Well, help me understand.

Fuck. CJ Clout.

We weren't stealing for ourselves. Clout made us do it.

Fuck. Fuck, man.

Yeah, he made you do it, huh?

Fuck... fuck, man.

It's not about the 10 or 20 grand.

He doesn't like people stepping on his turf.

Yeah, well, he's stepping on my fucking turf.

Where's my goddamned coke, huh? Where is it?

Ethan does all that.

We don't handle his drugs. We're the money men.


Vicki, you want a beer? Yeah, thank you.

They're a little warm.

That's fine.

You want warm beer?

I want a beer. Thanks.


Alexis? Eyes up, honey.

You're here with family.

Seriously, would you put your damn phone down.

Do you have it or not?


Do you or not?

It's Independence Day, relax.

So the fuck what? The judge said you gotta pay.

He didn't say, "Oh, you gotta pay it this often except for motherfucking Fourth of July."

Yeah, the judge doesn't know about my fucking pension.

I don't get any fucking health, and you know that!

So shut the fuck up! Why does she have to be here?

It's the only way he can eat with Alexis. You know that.

So why can't they go somewhere else together?

He's my brother. She's my niece. They're harmless.

I don't think you understand the meaning of the word harmless.

You know, if I could get away with killing you, I would.

That's lovely, honey.

They're gonna ruin dinner.

Get a fucking job.

You get a fucking job. I work.

Yeah, you spread your legs for a fucking living.

Now the baby's crying.

Fuck you, you're a pig. And you're a fucking whore.

No, no, no, no.

Damn it. Okay, I got it, it's okay.

How's school?

It's fine, I guess.

How's your grades?

Pretty good.

How's your mom treating you?


You know, I'd really like it if you'd come stay with me for awhile.

I know, Dad.

I'm just busy right now.

We've got a... one medium-rare burger there for you.

Oh, wait, hold on.

No, Mikey, don't eat yet. Lizzie wanted to say the prayer.

Mikey, come on. You're a caveman.

And no one wants you here.

Ask Lizzie if she wants you here.

Go ahead, ask her.

Hey, Mikey, come on, please.

I'm gonna go. What? no.

You ain't going anywhere. We haven't eaten yet.

I don't eat meat anymore. Sit your ass down.

All right, you know what... Come on, Alexis sit back down.

I can say the prayer.

Lizzie's been making me go to church and what not, and even though we didn't go as kids, I remember there was this one time, when I was coming home from school on Market Street.

I was about, I don't know, five years old.

And there was this homeless guy preaching on the street next to the Dollar Store.

You know, he had his Bible and he was going on and on.

At the time, I didn't know he was a crazy homeless guy.

He was so passionate.

I thought he was some kind of preacher.

So I got caught up listening.

There was some people there, maybe five or six, and he was going on and on, he's saying, "He loves you.

"He doesn't think about himself, He only thinks about you.

He would do anything for you."

And as I said, you know, I didn't go to church, so I didn't know what he was saying, I didn't know what he was preaching, but I started figuring I knew who he was talking about.

He's saying, "He will do anything for those that follow him.

"He wouldn't think twice about dying for you.

He would die for you, he really would."

So after about 15 minutes, the crowd sort of scattered...

Man, I'm five years old, and I walk right up to him, and I say, "How do you know my brother?

How do you know Mikey?"

To my big bro.

Aren't you supposed to say "amen" at the end?

That was a toast not a prayer.

Alexis, shut up.

No, no, fair enough.


Dig in.

Thanks for having us.

Hey, hey, Mikey. Is it true what I heard?

You took my 10 Gs and you bought some coke, and you wanted to flip it?

What do you want me to say?

I loaned you that money so you could pay for rent.

You said Alexis needed braces.

Well, the girl, she needs braces.

She needs a lot of things that I can't afford.

That's why I took the 10, and I tried to turn it into 20.

So you're a drug dealer now?

It doesn't matter. It's all gone.

What do you mean it's gone? I got jacked.

I'm out all 10.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Mikey, you... you have a daughter.

I'm a fuck-up, man. I'm a fuck-up as a father.

I fucked up with the Marines. I'm not perfect like you.

You perfect son of a bitch.

Perfect business, perfect fucking wife.

Perfect fucking life.

You can't blame me for your behavior.

You can't blame the Marines for your bad conduct discharge.

You can't... Just shut up about that.

I'll never ask for money again, okay?

Fuck it.

Gonna buy me a shot?


Hey! Look who it is.

If it isn't little Michael. Mikey's in town.

Have a seat, kid.

Sit down, let's talk for old times sake.

So what's new? Where you working at these days?

I'm between jobs.

Sounds like me talking to the IRS.

What's it been, six, maybe eight years?

Didn't you owe me some money?

Didn't you though?

Yeah, you did owe me some money.

You were supposed to come through on something for me right around the time you quit.

I figured we're even.

Oh, you think we're even, you and I?

What'd you ever do for me? I did everything for you.

You want me to make lists? I got you a job.

I got you laid when you were 14.

Gave me my first line at 15. That was a great habit.

Look at you, you turned out all right.

So, let's talk about that brother of yours.

You know, I read about him.

Mister Entrepreneur, the blue collar American dream.

"I make money, I build jobs for my community, blah, blah, blah..." How's he doing?

He's good.

How come you guys aren't still close?

What do you mean close? We're brothers.

Well, that's funny because you were practically like a father to that kid, and he hasn't ever done shit for you.

Well, it doesn't look like he's done shit for you, which brings me to my point.

You know, Mikey, I think I know of a way where we can both earn what we deserve.

And I'm talking six figures each.

Six figures?

I thought you'd never show up.


Jamie Lindell?

Yeah. You have four days to deliver $350,000 cash, or your brother dies.

Who is this? Mikey? Hello?

Get the cash together.

We'll be in touch.

Who is this? Is this a joke?

No police.

Four days. Get the money.

Wait, who is this? Hello!


Mikey, it's me, JP.

Give me a call when you get this, huh?

It's Sal, leave a message.

Sal, call me as soon as you get this.

It's about Mikey.



Vicki, have you heard from Mikey?

I ain't seen him since the other day. What about Alexis?

She's been hanging out with these meth head losers in Plum Orchard.

I haven't seen her either.

All right, call me if you hear anything, okay?

The last thing the guy says on the phone is don't contact the police.

Oh, yeah.

And you don't recognize the voice?

No, he sounded like Darth Vader.

He had a voice disguiser or something.

It wasn't Mikey just fucked up?

Well, I don't know. I mean, it just...

I wouldn't think twice if it wasn't Mikey, you know?

Jesus Christ.

So what do you think?

Hang tight. He'll probably roll in hung over or something.

I'm hoping.

Hey, I figured you'd be in here as soon as you saw how much that mutual fund dropped, but I don't want you to worry. Rob.

How much money can I get my hands on in the next few days?

What? I don't know, 10 grand.

Ten grand? No, more.

What's... what's going on? Mikey.

He's fucked up.

I got to put together 350 grand.

Oh, shit.

Is this a joke?

You're not kidding are you?

I need you to start liquidating everything.

Use property as collateral against some cash loans.

All of it.

Rob, do you understand?

Yeah, yeah, no, I just...

I'm just worried about you, man. Obviously something must be wrong.

It is, I just told you it's fucking wrong.

It's my brother.

I just... I'll handle the business later.

Just start putting the money together.

Deal with it, all right?

That's Gus Wylan.

He's been undercover for a solid year.

You think this guy can help?

Look, he agreed to meet you, that's all I got.

You coming? Yeah.

Hey, man, thanks for meeting me. That'll take the edge off.

I don't normally do this, but me and Mikey go way back a ways.

He was friends. He bought a package.

He was trying to turn it and he got jacked.

Who jacked him?

Some red-headed guy named Rusty.

I know that ginger bitch.

I'll run down Rusty, see what I can get outta him.

Thanks, man. Let's go.

That's it?



Hey, buddy, you home?

What's this.

Easy, man, that's a stun grenade.

What's he doing with it?

Relax, he wasn't gonna use it.

You gave it to him?

He came by it.

He came by it and he said he could move it, and I was doing him a solid.

He was gonna sell it.

What you looking for?

I'm a friend of Mikey's.

Yeah, why didn't he leave you a key?

Why you breaking in?

He wasn't home, so I was just looking for food.

You looking for coke?

You know where Mikey is?

Huh, do you know where Mikey is?

Nah, he...

Don't fucking lie to me. Where the fuck is he?

I don't know.

Get the fuck outta here.

Fucking junkie.

The guy that kidnapped your brother, is not gonna come back to the house looking for him.


Oh, hi.

Yeah. Hey, buddy.

So Gus found this guy, Rusty. He said he's an asshole, but he's not smart enough to be involved in anything like this.

I'm not convinced.

Yeah, let's get you convinced.

Rusty, open up!

Can I help you? I need to talk to you again.

I already talked to your...

What the fuck?!

I already talked to Gus. I didn't fucking kidnap him.

Rusty, look at me, look at me. Are you lying to me?

I'm not lying. I'm not lying.

I jacked him for his coke. I didn't fucking kidnap him.

You hadn't seen JP or Mikey in a long time, they come back on your radar, and you think his brother's a good mark.

No, no, well, yeah.

Everyone knows JP is a good egg.

Still doesn't mean I fucking kidnapped him.

I jacked him for his coke, man. I jacked him for his coke.

I fucking killed a guy once, man. That was six years ago.

The cops never found out about it.

Fuck, fuck, okay. I'm not lying, man.

I'm not lying, I swear, I swear. I'll tell you about it.

I swear to God, man, I'll tell you whatever.

I don't know anything. I'll tell you whatever.

I swear, fellas, I haven't seen him since here.

It was a waste, so fuck him.

At the Biloxi bar, man.

I swear, fellas.

Excuse me, miss.

Were you working here two nights ago?

Yeah, 'till around midnight.

Who closed?

Can I help you gentlemen with something?

His brother's missing. Apparently, he was here.

Yeah. His name is Mikey.

Don't recognize him.

Well, then your vision must be terrible.

The guys been drinking four nights a week for a decade.

Come on. Sorry.

Sorry for refusing to help us or sorry you don't recognize him?

I'm a cop, don't fuck around.

Just a regular night.

And like I said, I got out at midnight.

But around 11, Eddie King rolls in with a posse.

Settled into the back booth near the bathrooms.

Eddie King? Mm-hmm.


So you're saying you think Eddie King kidnapped your brother?

Yeah. He was in the bar where my brother was last seen at.

But you don't know that for sure?

What am I missing here?

There's not real mob here in the swamp.

But Eddie King is the closest thing this place has.

He's got ties in New Orleans and New York.


But folks that are connected, they don't do this kind of shit.

It's too risky and it's flaunty.

Too much of a stretch. You don't think he's involved?

The only way I could see that, is if Eddie King and your brother, grabbing a drink, catching up on old times, and decided to take you for a few hundred grand.

This is fucking bullshit, my brother would never do that.

How do you know how much you're worth?

How'd they know to ask for 350 grand?

We gotta find someone else. Someone more connected than Gus.

There's nobody more connected then Gus.

He's not doing shit.

What do you think, he's gonna blow his cover, for your fucking brother? I don't know.

You think anybody in this fucking department gives a fuck about your deadbeat brother?

So there's no one else? No.

What do I do? What do I do?

You gotta face it.

The police aren't going to help you here.

I'm going to get all the information I can on Eddie King.


We're just going to have to handle it ourselves.

I need your help here, okay.

Has he been talking about Eddie King, mention him, anything?

Yeah, yeah, Mikey talked about Eddie King probably if he was like drunk and on a rant or something.

Do you know if he's seen him recently?

No, I... I don't know, he doesn't tell me shit.

JP, look, I wanna help, I do, but I'm... I'm concerned about Alexis.

She needs me. If Mikey's fucked, he probably fucked himself.

It wouldn't surprise me one bit if he were in on it.


I'm just saying, my mind's on Alexis.

She keeps running off with these stupid friends, and I just don't want her to make the same mistakes I did.

Vicki, you're doing the best you can, okay?

Who's she been running with? I don't know, some punk kids.

This kid is your best shot to finding Eddie king.

Now you're going to have a much better chance if I don't go with you, 'cause they're gonna make me for sure.

How do I find them?

On the back, that's his hang.

I love you, man.

What is it?

Buddy's here.

Buddy? Buddy's here.

My brother? Really?

Well, what does he want?

Wouldn't say.

Should I tell him you're not here?


It's good to see you.

Came for a little chit chat.

A little surprised to see you outside the Big Easy.

I'm not feeling too peachy keen being in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Did you lose your phone?

It's been awhile since you made the trek.

Get in the car.

What is this? A brother bonding moment?

It's a little late for that, don't you think?

Get in the car. We'll talk while we're driving.

Where we going?

Here. Have a pecan, they're good for ya.

I don't want it.

You should go.

My mom's already gonna freak out on my ass.

You should smoke this first.

Smoke it, bitch.

Where the fuck you think you going?

You wanna hit my niece? Huh, you wanna hit my fucking niece?

Stop, stop!

Uncle Jimmy, stop! Let him go.

I'll go.

Buddy, Buddy, Buddy.

Why'd you do this to us, Eddie? You never could set the table.

What are you talking about? What are you ignorant?

Talk travels fast in New Orleans just like tourists do.

What, Buddy?

Extortion? Kidnapping, ransom? I mean, really?

What the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?

No one gives a shit about this guy.

Nobody. Doesn't matter.

What, it doesn't matter?

Is that how it's going to be?

After everything I've done for you?

Everything you've took from me. Now you wanna take my life?

Oh, you're good, Eddie. Buddy!

You're really good. You're better than me.

Please, turn around.

Turn around, what are you gonna fuck me first?

No, you're the fuck-up. You fucked up royally.

Look, I know the idea sounds crazy, okay?

But it's the context of the thing that was the no-brainer.

This guy's kid brother is... he's loaded, he was going to pony up $350,000 in 48 hours.

The cops don't have shit. It's too late.

Fuck you!

Mr. Kuchar, we're finished here.

My brother's trying to kill me, man!

You don't even know me.

You and I think the same, Mikey.

Yeah, you and me we think the same.

JP, he's different. He's good.

We're both fuck-ups.

You think I'd fuck him over for a payout?

There's no amount of money in this world that I would do that for.

So fuck you, Eddie.

You owe me!

You owe me! I made you!

You got no respect, no appreciation for your roots!

I'm trying to bring you with me. It's not too late.

You really wanna pass this job up?

Six figures, easy money, no risk.

Mikey, it's no risk, it's six fig...


Go get him.

Boss has been difficult so...

We can't just send a proof of life.

We gotta send a message.

I feel bad though.

I've known you for a while, Mikey.

Fuck. Fuck.


We gotta do this.

Are you sure you're doing the right thing here?

No. I don't.

Mikey has a tendency to get into trouble, you know that.

Don't start, Rob. He put the lawnmower in my hand.

Don't you get that? I owe everything to him.

He didn't have the big brother I had.

What's taking this so long?

You know, you said it would take a couple days.

What's going on, Rob?

I need a few more days, okay?

Well, we don't have a few more days. No, no, no.

Did you do something with my money?

I knew I could make you more. More?

What are you saying?

I put it into a house, okay, but listen to me.

It's a great fixer-upper in Gert Town.

My cousin's a construction manager. I'd make you the same return...

Do you know what you're saying to me?

Do you fucking know what you're saying?

You going to prison doesn't do shit for me.

I don't give a fuck how you get it.

I need that money by tomorrow, or that's exactly where you're going.

You know something, Mikey?

I know something you don't know, and that's that you're lucky.

You wanna know why?

Because tomorrow when we do the exchange, you get to find out how much your brother really loves you.

Fuck you, Eddie. Yeah.

I could probably learn something from you and JP.

You know, how close you are.

I had a brother once. Did you know that?

Yeah. I was just writing him a letter in the car ride on the way back.

You got a minute? You don't mind if I read it to you.

Maybe you can offer me some suggestions.

About how to be good brothers.


"Dear Buddy, sorry about today, "but you know you always were the creature

"from The War of the Gargantuas when it came to me!

"But you remember when we were partners?

"Had a little car-jacking operation.

"When we were teens.

"Cops were on us one day, we ran.

"You got away, but I got caught. I was 17!

"They offered me community service, "and all I had to do was give up my accomplice, you, my brother.

"But, no, I took the years. I got out in three.

"You had promised my share would be waiting.

"Then I got out, there was nobody there...

"to pick me up.

"I took a goddamned bus from the prison!

"You had taken my share.

"Gone to Florida.

"And set up the business in New Orleans!

"With my money!

"You fucker.

"And I never got those three years back.

Love, Eddie."

What do you think, any good? Should I send it?

Well, I can't send it 'cause I fucking killed him today, all right.

I hate you. I hate both of you.

You're so lucky 'cause you had each other!

Well, that's the King brothers.

That's why I can expect something different from you.

Jesus, man, I did that to you?

No, I did it.

For you.

It's all there.


Thanks. Hey, Luca, talk to me a second.

Man, we've known each other like 16 years now.

Mikey, don't start this shit, man.

I ain't letting you go.

Eddie'd kill me and my baby girl.

I know, I'm not asking you to do that. I understand.

It's just this, this not knowing.

I just...

Not knowing what?

Have you seen his face?

He said he killed his brother, right?

He's never gonna give up.

Even if JP pays, he's gonna kill me, right?

Mikey, man, I gotta go.

No, look, I can't change anything.

I can't do anything about it.


I just... I need to know.

He's gonna kill me and JP, after he gets the money, isn't he?

Is he?


Tomorrow. Five p.m.

We'll call you 15 minutes before.

You come with cops, he's dead.

I'll have the money by then.

Wait, put him on the phone. I wanna talk to him.

If he's alive I wanna hear his voice.

Otherwise the deal's off.

We'll call you back.

I know that JP and I didn't go to church when we were kids, but we didn't know any better.

I know that I'm still alive, for some reason.

So if you, help me get outta this, I promise I will go to church with Lizzie, JP...

I'll get my little girl an education.

And I'll keep trying.

You hear about that little boy in Jackson?

Yeah, his genius parents poured Drano in an old soda pop bottle, the boy found it, drank it, guess what happened to him?

Burned his esophagus.

Started gagging.

Puked up black blood and bits of his stomach.

He vomited so hard his eyes hemorrhaged, and his stomach actually dissolved.

You tell JP not to pay, or you say anything wrong, this is all going down your throat.

JP. Mikey?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, listen, I got the money, okay?

Did they fucking hurt you again?

Don't worry about me.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Just pay him and when this is over we'll go play some video games.

On me.

Yeah, okay. All right, that's enough.

Video games?

You were always a pussy.

Wait, why would he say that?

What did he say?

Video games.

He's trying to tell me something.

Like what?

You sure you wanna do this? No.

I'm still stuck on this arcade thing.

I don't think that meant anything, man.

He said, "On me." Where does that lead you?

Mikey used to always go to an arcade after school.

And he'd throw quarters to his friends sometimes, too, but he never gave me any.

Except this one time.

When my Uncle Rich killed himself.

Came home from school and he'd shot himself in the face.

Mikey he didn't want me to see, so he gave me some quarters, told me to go to the arcade.

All right, so, what does that mean?

I don't know.

I think he's trying to tell me, something bad is gonna happen.

Like they're gonna kill him anyways, just stay away.

Fucking A, they're gonna kill you both.

Mikey, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eddie. Mikey got out of his chair.


Look, he's passed out right now, but he stabbed me a bunch of times, man.

I'm bleeding pretty bad.

Okay, okay, yeah, yeah. I'll tie him back up.


Money in a suitcase.

Bring it to 4150 South Street.

There will be a phone there waiting there for you in Wendy's bag.

I'll tell you where to go next.

If we think you're coming with cops, we'll fucking shoot you.

I wanna talk to him one more time.

No more stalling. Put him on the phone.

We already gave you proof of life.

It's time to make the trade.

Fuck you, put him on the phone.

You're worried about getting stabbed by a little scrub, meanwhile $350,000 almost walks out the fucking door.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What do we do now?

What do we do? We raise the stakes.

Don't talk, bitch.


Come on. Dad, what's going on?


Alexis? See what you made me do, Mikey?

If you'd just stayed in that chair, none of this would have had to happen.

You're a dead man, you motherfucker.

You're a fucking dead man.


No, no, no, let me go! It will be all right.

Everything's going to be all right!

JP Lindell.

I work for Eddie King.

Mr. King would like to have lunch with you today.

Yeah, what the fuck does Eddie want to see me about?

He has a solution to your problem.

Ronnie's Barbecue. 1:00.

That's why it's lunch at a public place.

See, he knows you can't touch him there.

I'm gonna fucking kill him. And you're gonna get life.

You can't do shit.

What does he want?

How the fuck should I know?

Just like you can't touch him, he can't touch you.

Not at Ronnie's. Fuck.

Hey, you made it.

Come on.

It's time to settle this.

You need to take this opportunity now to free your brother, once and for all.

'Cause he ain't gonna make it if you don't.

Fuck you, Eddie.

Uncle Eddie, and there's no reason for that kinda talk.

Didn't your mom teach you boys to speak with distinction?

Now I'm here because a long time ago, your brother and I were friends.

You were never friends. You used him up.

You fucked the bulk of his life before he had a chance to live it.

What do you want?

Well, I heard about what happened from some cops, who all said to pay that money, the 350 large.

You're worth a lot of money, JP.

You probably owe some of that to your brother for making sure you stayed on track.

Yeah. I do.

What the fuck do you want?

Well, your brother owes me his life.

I made him, he made you. So I figure you owe me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Well, with that kinda money, you should pay some respects.

Some tribute.

You want me to just hand over $350,000.

Two hundred and we'll call it even.

Go fuck yourself. I don't owe you shit.

You know the secret to making a great Bloody Mary?

You gotta have the right amount of Worcestershire to the right amount of celery.

JP, Have you seen your niece recently?

What did you say?

Yeah, your junkie niece, what was her name?

Alexis? I heard she went missing.

You know, with Mikey tied up, you're probably the only thing that girl's got to a father.

So you might wanna look into where she is.

What the fuck are you telling me?

Maybe check with her junkie friends.

Not that I wanna tell you how to conduct your business, but she is a pretty little girl.

A little trashy for my tastes.

A little young.

No, actually, she's a good age.

Are you threatening to hurt my niece, you fucking piece of shit?


I'm just encouraging you to find where she is.

The street's a dangerous place.

All right, look, I'll be at the back of Bones Billiards tonight.

You ask for Luca at the back door.

And you make sure that you bring the money, that your brother owes me, and then you will fix this.

All right, now I'm not hungry but...

lunch is on me.

Alexis, it's your uncle, JP. You gotta call me, okay?

As soon as you can, I'm really worried about you.

Please, please call me.





Vicki? Vicki?

Oh, fuck! Vicki?

Lizzie! Lizzie!

What's going on?

Quick, get a bucket.


Get a bucket. Okay.

Vicki, Vicki.

Vicki. We gotta flush her out.

Okay, come on.

Wake up, come on. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Wake up. Okay, she's breathing. Quick, hurry.

There you go. They took Alexis.

They're gonna kill her.

What are you doing?

JP, you can't just give it to them, okay?

The cops aren't going to stop them. Somebody has to.

And you're gonna stop them. What are you going to do?

You're telling me the world wouldn't be better off without Eddie King?

Oh, shit. Come on.

He's not going to stop, Lizzie. First it was Mikey, then Alexis.

Who's next? You, the baby?

Let's just go. Go?

Yes, let's get outta here. Leave the city.

Go where? California?

France, anywhere. And run? Hide?

No, this is my home. This is our home.

Katrina didn't run us out and neither will Eddie King.

I'm gonna get my brother back.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

And what are my options? Run, hide?

It's a better option than trying to kill Eddie King.

You want me to just give him the money?

He still might kill you anyway.

He's always got muscle around him.

What are you going to do? You gonna kill three, four guys just to get to him?

Yeah. You're right.

Hey, Sal. Thanks for everything, huh?


They took Alexis.

You gotta get outta here.

If you gave him that money, they were gonna kill the both of us.

He will hunt us down if we run.

You know that.

Look, I tried to protect you from all of this.

It's my turn to protect you, big bro.

We're gonna kill those motherfuckers.

I got no problem with that.

You made the right decision.

It's all in there, 200 grand.

But I need to know that you're going to stay away from my family.

That includes Alexis, my baby, my wife.

Stay the fuck away.

If there's 200 Gs in there, then you have my word.

What's the combination?

Two, one, five.


I should be a celebrity chef, and these barbecued ribs should be on my show.

Need any help? No, I got it. Thank you.

I really out did myself this time.

Looks good. Who's hungry?

Get 'em while they're hot, people.

I can help.

Oh, you're eating meat now?

I thought you were a vegetarian?

I could get you a tofurkey. Some mung bean?

Why don't you quit giving the kid a hard time.

Alexis, where's your dad?

Yeah, where is that chump?

That's the year I was born.

I never told ya how proud I am of you.

You got an arm like a cannon.

Yeah. But I could never quite hit like you.


Wanna try?

See what ya got.

Get out there. I'm going.

Hit that train, you ready?

Come on, put it right there.

That was a strike.


Oh, baby, go, go, go, go!

I fucking did it!