The Box (I) (2009)
Martin Teague: Sir? If you don't mind my asking... why a box?
Arlington Steward: Your home is a box. Your car is a box on wheels. You drive to work in it. You drive home in it. You sit in your home, staring into a box. It erodes your soul, while the box that is your body inevitably withers... then dies. Whereupon it is placed in the ultimate box, to slowly decompose.
Martin Teague: It's quite depressing, if you think of it that way.
Arlington Steward: Don't think of it that way... think of it as a temporary state of being.
Arlington Steward: There are 2 ways to enter the final chamber; free or not free, the choice is ours.
Openning Title Card: LANGLEY AFB, VA-CLASSIFIED
Openning Title Card: INTERNAL MEMORANDUM TO: MARTIN TEAGUE - NSA DEPUTY DIRECTOR
Openning Title Card: Resuscitation of patient ARLINGTON JAMES STEWARD confirmed by hospital personnel. Patient was released from burn unit on the morning of July 24th to undisclosed location.
Openning Title Card: Patient has constructed a device of unknown purpose. Design specification confirmed by Mars project. Patient is delivering the device to private residences.
Openning Title Card: More information forthcoming.
Arlington Steward: I have an offer to make. If you push the button, two things will happen. First, someone, somewhere in the world, whom you don't know, will die. Second, you will receive a payment of one million dollars. You have 24 hours.
Arlington Steward: I hope you aren't playing detective. I have quite a few employees.
Arthur Lewis: You never really believed in Santa Claus, did you?
Walter Lewis: Not really. You should've come up with a better story than a fat guy coming down the chimney. It's so illogical.
Arthur Lewis: And illegal.
Walter Lewis: It's breaking and entering.
Norm Cahill: Walter's upstairs, he's okay. They assure me you and your son will be taken care of.
Norma Lewis: Hell is other people seeing you for who you truly are.
Norma Lewis: We don't want any more trouble, okay?
Arlington Steward: I'm afraid trouble has found you, Mrs. Lewis. There are always consequences.
Norma Lewis: I saw that pain on your face and I just - I understood it. I felt an overwhelming felling of love for you, because I knew that I would never again feel sorry for myself ever again.