War Dogs (2016)

I spent the next six weeks in a crash course on arms dealing. When it came to this shit, Efraim knew everything. Makes, models, weights, where is was made. And if there was an angle to be played, he knew about that too. I'd spend my entire day scouring the government's website, searching for overlooked contracts that we could squeeze our way into. And then, in the middle of the night we'd be back in the office, working the phones. Forging relationships with weapon manufacturers all over Eastern Europe. I told Iz we were doing conference calls with sheet suppliers in Pakistan. They called guys like us war dogs. Bottom feeders who make money off of war without ever stepping foot on the battlefield. It was meant to be derogatory, but we kinda liked it.