Willie Dirden

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.