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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.

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 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?

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.

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!

Whoa!

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.

Okay?

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 carjackers, 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.

JP.

- 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?

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?

No.

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.

Hello.

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!

JP?

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.

Mikey?

Hello.

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?

Mikey?

Mikey?

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...

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.

He's...

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.

Yeah.

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.

Drive.

- Come on. - Dad, what's going on?

Alexis?

- 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.

Alexis.

- 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, yourjunkie 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?

No.

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

The street's a dangerous place.