Synopsis: A powerful action thriller, ARSENAL tells the intertwining stories of the Lindel brothers, Mikey (Johnathon Schaech) and JP (Adrian Grenier), who had only each other to rely on growing up. As adults, JP found success as the owner of a construction company, while Mikey became a small-time mobster, mired in a life of petty crime. When Mikey is kidnapped and held for a ransom by ruthless crime boss Eddie King (Nicolas Cage), JP turns to the brothers' old pal Sal (John Cusack), a plain clothes detective for help. In order to rescue his brother, JP must risk everything and unleash his vengeance against King's relentless army of gangsters.
Director(s): Steven C. Miller
Production: Emmett/Furla/Oasis Films
Rotten Tomatoes:
97 min


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.

- You think you're gonna win?

- Yeah.

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.

- Okay.


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!


In the beauty of

The lily

Christ was born

Across the sea

With a glory...

Open your fucking mouth.

Open it.

Open it.

Open your mouth.

That's it.

Bite down on the pipe.

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth



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.

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

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.

- 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,


- 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.


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...

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*ck is this?

- That's a flashbang.

- Flash what?

Flashbang, stun grenade.

It's what SWAT uses.

That's James Bond

shit right there.

Alright, 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.

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