Arlington Road
1999
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: 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 kill himself you son of a bitch? Or is that just where you got your start? (steps on Lang's neck) Call it off. Oliver Lang: It's for you, Michael. 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) No! Oliver Lang: They sent your wife to her death, Michael. Surely you won't be sorry to see them go? (Faraday runs off) You're too late!