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A man begins to suspect his neighbors are not what they appear to be and their secrets could be deadly.
[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.
Michael Faraday: You can't ask government to be infallible, but you can ask it to be accountable. Oliver Lang: I can ask it to be honest. Michael Faraday: You know, when Leah died, all I wanted was someone to tell me, "We made a mistake." You know? "We made a mistake. Your wife suffered for it, and we'd take it back a hundred times if we could." But they don't say that. She would've.
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: [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.
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!
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... I know that. This is war, Michael. In a war, children die.
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: Michael, because of you my son is alive. I would like very much to return the favor.
Oliver Lang: [about to view the explosion] Boom.
Michael Faraday: You're killing children! Oliver Lang: Their lies, their children. Michael Faraday: Children die! Oliver Lang: This is war. In a war, children die.
Oliver Lang: How was St. Louis? Dr. Scobee doing all right? Michael Faraday: [stammering; scared to death] I was right... I... Oliver Lang: You're doing it again, Michael. I told you if you want to know something about me, just ask. Michael Faraday: [frantic] Where's my son? Where's Grant? Where is he? Oliver Lang: He's with mine. They're safe. They're out on an excursion... Michael Faraday: [cutting him off] I saved your son's life! Oliver Lang: I'm sorry, what? Michael Faraday: I said I saved your son's life! Oliver Lang: I know you did. That is the reason why you're still alive. Michael Faraday: But... what about Brooke? Did you... Oliver Lang: Brooke got in the way. I'm sorry about that, but we're on a schedule.