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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!
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[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.
Lee Stringer
Extended Reading
