Blood Games (Sanctioned to Die)

- No chance in hell. - Nah.

- They're a bunch of bimbos, they can't play ball.

- I've got our whole neck bet on this game.

If we don't win, we're gonna be out on our asses.

- I've never let you down before, I promise you, Dad,

I'll win this game for you.

Go!

- Come on, guys, first, come on, hurry, come on,

go, oh shit!

You son of a bitch!

Over here!

Nice try, handsome.

Bitch.

Have a nice day, asshole.

Hey Babe.

I've been waiting for this all day.

Come on, bring it on, come on, in to Papa.

Strike!

- Don't let them knockers hypnotize you, boy!

- All right, all right, let's see you do that again.

Strike two!

You're out! - Shit!

Bitch!

Shit.

Oh come on, Holt!

Why can't you pick up the ball?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Asshole.

Let me go!

Come on, come on, come on!

Hey honey, let me show you my bat, huh?

Get away!

What you doing tonight?

Hey!

What in the hell is happening?

- Hey you son of a bitch, god damn it!

Way to go, Roy!

Wait a minute!

Stoney, you're gonna be okay.

God, come on, Stoney.

Come on.

You're gonna pay for this, you bastards!

Come on.

Stoney, you okay?

- Get some ice, get some ice, Babe.

Look at me, Stoney, you alright?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- In case you ladies haven't noticed

these nose pickers are sore losers.

So what the hell are we gonna do about it, huh?

- We're gonna kick some ass! - We're gonna kill them!

All right!

Yeah!

You're a dead mother.

Come on, come on!

- Come on, Babe, right here, honey,

come on baby, let's get this sucker.

Leave me alone!

Just trying to help you!

Asshole!

You're out!

Yeah.

- Alright you guys, go, one more!

Damn it, you're out!

You're out!

Bunch of losers!

Strike three.

You're out!

Alright!

Yeah, woo!

I'm okay.

Hey Roy.

Yeah?

Come here.

You disappointed me today, son.

Come on, it was just a game.

It's never just a game.

How do you think I survived those God damn wars?

You win, you survive.

You lose, you have nothing.

I dropped a thousand bucks on your ass today

betting on this game.

I lost another 500 bringing the bimbos up here.

Mino Collins doesn't lose.

How could you do that to me?

- Guess I'm just a little too much like Mom.

- Don't you ever say something like that to me.

You're my son.

Now go get yourself cleaned up, boy.

I'll take care of this here.

Hey Roy.

Happy birthday, son.

- Hey Mino, I warned you not to bet against a sure thing.

My compliments, coach,

your ladies performed their tits and ass routine

extremely well.

Enough to send your boys home

with some high, squeaky voices, huh?

Now about that thousand you owe me?

- You'll get what you're owed, I'll send a messenger.

Make sure you do that, Mino.

Today, old Midnight hit a home run.

I'll see you around.

Way to go.

Hey!

Let's go!

Hey Louisa.

Girl, if I had your equipment

I would move to Beverly Hills and be a movie star.

- I think Dad needs to raise the stakes.

These guys are getting to be too easy.

Not easy, Babe, sleazy.

- I don't know about you girls, I need a man.

- G-string's going up my butt, I hate that.

I can't even find my G-spot.

Tonight we are in search of.

The G-spot!

You know Babe,

I really wish that we could settle down somewhere.

- Listen, as soon as Dad pays out his debts,

we'll be home free.

- He's always saying that and nothing ever changes.

You'll see.

Promise?

- Promise. - Okay.

God, that feels great.

Great job, girls, as usual.

I don't believe it, dirty old man.

Oh, that's my bad arm.

On shit, that's my bad neck.

- Let's give him a cold shower!

Hey girls, come on, cover up!

Horny old man coming through.

What the hell is this human jock strap doing here?

Hi coach.

Mr. Collins sent me.

I got your money for ya.

Here's your money, coach.

- The bet was for a thousand dollars.

- That's all Mr. Collins gave me.

Oh come on, numb nuts.

You know something, I bet you got it on you, don't you?

All right girls take him apart.

Coach, coach, coach!

Dad!

Where are you going?

To take care of some business.

Be careful, please.

- Look honey, don't worry about me.

You get the girls on the bus

and when I'm through we're out of here.

Coach, coach, coach.

Come on, Roy, come on.

There's no such thing as pain.

Come on, Roy.

Shit, Roy.

Come on, you're burning my arm.

I win, asshole.

- We sure showed them bimbos today, didn't we, Roy?

- I wouldn't mind showing them one more big thing.

Hey son, how's your belly?

Hard as a rock.

Aim a little lower next time

I gotta drain the vein

- Hey, we need some more popcorn here, alright?

Roy, you burned my arm, you burned it bad too.

I want you to know that.

Here, here, here.

You don't even give a shit.

I don't believe you, man.

- Here you go, Babe. - Thanks.

- This is almost as bad as those lumberjacks, remember guys?

- Oh yeah. - Oregon.

- This team has a hell of a history.

- At least we're on a winning streak.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Thanks.

You don't look too good.

-No I'm not, I'm a little dizzy, it's okay.

It's alright, it's gone.

It's okay. - You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure, it's okay.

Thanks, it's okay, you guys.

- I wish Dad would just forget about that money

and get us out of here.

Maybe we should go get him.

Yeah, I think we should.

- We're not supposed to leave the bus, you guys.

Well I'm going.

- Mickey! - I'm coming with you.

- I thought you mercenaries were men of your word.

We are.

- Well then pay up, you son of a bitch.

- You're fucking with the devil now, boy.

- You know what I need just about now?

- I know what I need, I need some more popcorn.

No, pussy, you dumb shit.

You wanna help me find it?

Hell yeah.

I knew you'd say that.