Arlington Road Page #6

one night there was a lightning storm.

- We had to stay in a motel!

- You did?

I learned how to make campfires,

and there's lots of knives.

- Me and Brady can tell animal tracks.

- That's terrific.

I've gotta go.

Troop Master's calling us.

- We're doing a hike!

- Okay. Grant?

I'll see you in a couple of days.

I love you.

- I gotta go!

- Grant?

It's better to tell him

when he gets back.

Thanks for coming to get me.

If there's anything you need...

we're here.

No, I won't.

I'll be fine.

Don't let yourself-- I mean, sometimes

it's better not to be alone...

when you don't have to be.

She was a good person.

Kind, kind girl.

You know, if I--

If I haven't been myself

these past few weeks--

I'm sorry, for everything.

She liked you...

and your family very much.

We're here for you.

We really are.

- Hello?

- Michael, it's Whit.

Haven't heard back from you, man.

My girlfriend, Brooke,

was killed Friday.

- Oh, God. No.

- Yeah.

Can I talk to you later?

Yeah, sure, whenever.

I'm here at the office.

Thanks.

- Agent Carver.

- Whit?

What did you mean,

you haven't heard back from me?

The message I left on Friday.

I understand now.

- It's all right.

- What message?

Well, the one about

speaking to your class.

I thought with some ground rules,

we could set some things straight.

Wait, wait, wait.

You called me Friday?

- You left a message?

- Yeah, at the house.

When did you call?

I don't know.

Around 4:
00 or 5:00, maybe, on Friday.

I didn't have any messages.

For Christ's sakes,

you just found out about Brooke.

No, I didn't have any messages.

I'll call you back.

Whit, listen to me.

I know you can't do anything for me

or get me information...

but I can give you information.

The other day when I was talking about

somebody trying to hide their history?

I was talking about my neighbor.

Oliver Lang-- that's his name.

He used to be--

It used to be William Fenimore. Run it

through your system, see what you got.

- Oliver Lang. You writing this down?

- All right, slow down.

This guy has a history, damn it!

Will you run the name?

- Wait. What's he done?

- If I'm right...

there are other people who called

my house that day, not just you.

Find out. You can do that.

Please.

- I'll call you when I get back.

- Where the hell are you going?

To get you proof.

Run the name, Whit.

Was it hard to find me?

You've moved several times.

Your wife said that--

Your ex-wife said--

People know whose father I am.

Mister, I've been through

all this before.

The government, the police...

and writers.

People wanted to believe

it was political...

some conspiracy, some group.

Happy and I did too.

Dean was not a strong boy.

He was impressionable...

believed what friends

around him said.

Well, why couldn't he be involved...

with people who could set him up...

talk him into even this?

The FBI, the police,

found nothing.

It was him alone.

They decided this.

Sixty-three dead...

over taxes.

Dean alone.

You don't believe that, do you?

I've never believed that.

Have you heard the name

Oliver Lang or William Fenimore?

I've heard too many names.

Your son, Dean, was an electrician.

Maybe he was contracted for...

or he worked on a project--

All of this

was investigated, mister!

His neighbors, his customers...

kids he grew up with

months ago.

Dr. Scobee, I'm sorry

for bringing this all back.

It never goes away.

I had to come here.

You've got to understand.

I think I know a man

who knew your son.

He's 41, a structural engineer.

He's got a wife, three kids.

He has this--

May I ask what makes you so sure...

that this man of yours had anything

to do with what happened here?

For the same reason you're sure

your son didn't do it alone!

I know my son was not alone,

because 10 children died that day!

The day care center in the Roosevelt,

he had to know it was there.

My son would never have done

anything to harm children.

Your son didn't have any children.

No!

But he did things for them.

He sponsored boys

from city shelters.

Discoverer Troops. He coached

boys' football when he had time.

Wait. Discoverer Troops?

They're like Boy Scouts,

but for young children.

He was a grown-up chaperone.

He'd take them camping,

go to their meetings.

Teach them.

There he is.

It must have been

on some weekend adventure.

Dean was best with children.

Airport.

Faraday, Grant Faraday.

I'll be there in a tew hours.

Don't let him go anywhere.

I'm coming. Tell him I'm coming.

I'm here to pick up my son.

I called earlier this afternoon.

- My son!

- What was that troop, sir?

Troop? I don't know what troop.

He's from Reston.

Grant Faraday.

- Where's my son?

- Faraday.

He was taken home

this atternoon, sir.

- No.

- His father called.

No, no, wait.

I'm his father. I called.

But you called twice, sir.

You said that there had been

an accident at home?

- A car accident?

- No!

You asked to speak

with his troop master, sir.

I'm his goddamn father!

That wasn't me.

Here it is, sir.

He was driven home.

- By who?

- His troop master, sir.

- He and another boy.

- What other boy?

Lang, Brady Lang.

The troop master left

with both of them.

You're doing it again. I thought

I told you to come to me...

- if there's something you wanna know.

- Where's my son?

He's with mine. They're safe.

Can I get you something?

- I saved his life!

- Some punch? What's that?

- Your son, I saved his life!

- Yes, yes.

And that's why

you're still here with us.

- And Brooke?

- Brooke got in the way.

We're on a schedule.

It's nothing personal.

What the hell have you done

with my son?

If you want to be his father,

you'll walk to your house...

sleep in your bed,

teach your classes and live your life.

What are you telling me?

How many people are you gonna kill?

Well, if I see

any strange cars on my street...

if you feel compelled to talk

to anyone-- a federal agent, perhaps--

then I imagine

we're just gonna kill one.

He's nine years old.

When will he be ten?

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 for you.

- You sick f***!

- You're the sick f***!

I promise you, Michael.

If you stay a good neighbor,

and you are a good a neighbor...

you'll have him back.

But if you don't calm down, I don't know

that I can guarantee his safety.

- This will all be over in a few days.

- When?

- You're not in any danger.

- When? Tell me.

Please.

Because of you, my son is alive.

I would like very much

to return the favor.

Now...

we're having a party.

You're more than welcome to stay.

You're a hard man to find.

What are you, uh--

Your assistant told me you've been

taking long walks between classes.

Yeah, I can't talk to you now.

No? Can you talk to me ever?

You look like sh*t.

What's going on?

- I'm here about Oliver Lang.

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