Oliver Lang:
Never wiser than when we're children. They say it and it's true. We'll never see things that clear again.
Oliver Lang:
[
Talking about Grant] If you want to be his father, you will walk to your house, sleep in your bed, teach your classes and live your life.
Michael Faraday:
What are you doing? How many people are you going to kill?
Oliver Lang:
Well, if I see any strange cars on my street, if you feel compelled to talk to someone, a federal agent perhaps, I imagine we're just going to kill one.
Oliver Lang:
[
Talking about Grant] He's a good kid. A strong kid. Reminds me of a boy I grew up with. Maybe you've heard of him. Oliver Lang? I found him in the woods one day. I would hate for Grant to see the same thing.
Michael Faraday:
You sick fuck!
Oliver Lang:
You're the sick fuck!
Oliver Lang:
I'm a messenger Michael, I'm a messenger! There's millions of us, waiting to take up arms, ready to spread the word... millions of us!
Michael Faraday:
No! The government's not who you're killing!
Oliver Lang:
Yes. Yes. They'll pay. They'll pay for their sins. Their lies.
Michael Faraday:
You're killing children! Children die!
Oliver Lang:
Children. This is war, Michael. In a war, children die.
Oliver Lang:
[
about to view the explosion] Boom.
Oliver Lang:
Michael, because of you my son is alive. I would like very much to return the favor.
Michael Faraday:
They asked you what you stand for. You tell them, you stand for blowing up families. For orphan sons. Your father really killed himself you son of a bitch? Or is that just where you got your start?
[
steps on Lang's neck]
Michael Faraday:
Call it off.
Oliver Lang:
It's for you, Michael. We're doing this for you. It's for all of us.
Michael Faraday:
It's not for me, call it off!
Oliver Lang:
Are you happy in your godless suburban life?
Michael Faraday:
Call off the bomb! Call off the fuckin' bomb!
[
Lang smashes the walkie talkie]
Michael Faraday:
No!
Oliver Lang:
They sent your wife to her death, Michael! Surely you won't be sorry to see them go?
[
Faraday runs off]
Oliver Lang:
Go on... run. You're too late!
[
last lines]
Oliver Lang:
Where do we go from here?
Cheryl Lang:
Someplace nice.
Oliver Lang:
I hope so.
Cheryl Lang:
Someplace safe.
Oliver Lang:
Definitely.
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