The Good Shepherd (2006)
Joseph Palmi: Let me ask you something... we Italians, we got our families, and we got the church; the Irish, they have the homeland, Jews their tradition; even the niggers, they got their music. What about you people, Mr. Wilson, what do you have?
Edward Wilson: The United States of America. The rest of you are just visiting.
[Richard Hayes and Ed Wilson walking into the new CIA building]
Richard Hayes: The President's asked me to become director and do a complete housecleaning at my discretion. I need someone I can trust. After all, we're still brothers. This building doesn't get built without you. You're CIA's heart and soul. Who knows, you might have a secret about me in that safe of yours.
[pointing down the hall]
Richard Hayes: This whole wing will be your part of the world: Counterintelligence. Take a look around. I've got an oversight meeting. Can you imagine? They think they can look into our closet, as if we'd let them.
[Hayes Starts to walk away, stops and begins talking as he turns]
Richard Hayes: I remember a senator once asked me. When we talk about "CIA" why we never use the word "the" in front of it. And I asked him, do you put the word "the" in front of "God"?
Edward Wilson: [Confronting having to kill an untrustworthy British agent] This seems to me to be a problem for the British. Why are we involved?
John Russell, Jr.: The British are a particularly civilized people. They don't eat their own. They have somebody do it for them.
Philip Allen: [Referring to the chocolates he's eating] They're from Switzerland. I had them sent with the pouch to Berlin.
Philip Allen: [He offers one but is declined] They're a weakness of mine. When I was a child, my mother would always reward me with a chocolate.
Philip Allen: [He takes another] It's a dreadful habit.
Edward Wilson: Chocolates or seeking approval?
Philip Allen: Both.
Edward Wilson: [Negotiating with an aging mobster] I could take the government off your back if you could help us,
Joseph Palmi: You're the guys that scare me. You're the people that make big wars.
Edward Wilson: No, we make sure the wars are small ones, Mr. Palmi.
Valentin Mironov #2: Soviet power is a myth. Great show. There are no spare parts. Nothing is working, nothing, it's nothing but painted rust. But you, you need to keep the Russian myth alive to maintain your military industrial complex. Your system depends on Russian being perceived as a mortal threat. It's not a threat. It was never a threat. It will never be a threat. It's a rotted, bloated cow.
[Bill Sullivan visits Ed at home to let him know that they're forming the CIA as a peacetime OSS]
Bill Sullivan: I have to tell you, I have some real problems with this whole thing despite how much we need it. I'm concerned that too much power will end up in the hands of too few. It's always in somebody's best interest to promote enemies real or imagined. I see this as America's eyes and ears; I don't want it to become its heart and soul. So I told the president for this to work there is going to have to be some kind of civilian oversight.
Edward Wilson: Oversight? How can you have a covert organization if you have people looking over your shoulder?
Bill Sullivan: You know who gave Hitler his power? The clerks and the bookkeepers, the civil servants. I have this one weakness: I believe in a just God. I always seem to err on the side of democracy.
[Bill Sullivan is getting into his car to leave]
Bill Sullivan: No matter what anyone tells you there'll be no one you can really trust.
[pause, looks away]
Bill Sullivan: I'm afraid when all is said and done we're all just clerks too.
Edward Wilson: [reading] They are right what they say about me. I was weak. A coward. I compromised myself. My honor. My family. My country. I am ashamed of myself. To my wife, I am sorry I've done this to you. To my son, I hope you will grow to be a courageous man. A good husband. A good father. I hope whatever you decide to do, you lead a good, full life. I hope whatever your dreams may be come true. Your loving husband and father.
Ulysses: When I was a soldier, my fingers were frost-bitten. Since then, when I get cold there is a pain.
Edward Wilson: Maybe you shouldn't live in Russia.
Edward Wilson: My orders came through. I'll be going overseas.
Clover Wilson: What are you going to do, Edward? Save the world?
Edward Wilson: I'll do what I can.
Dr. Fredericks: How do I know I can trust you?
Dr. Fredericks: You won't. I mean I hope you're lucky enough to meet someone you trust. I regret to say, I haven't.
Edward Wilson: [to the First Mirinov after he played the violin] I just wanted to hear something from you that was true.
Bill Sullivan: You understand that whatever we discuss here doesn't leave this room?
Edward Wilson: Of course.
Bill Sullivan: The President has asked me to look into creating a foreign intelligence agency.
Edward Wilson: You are never to tell anyone what it is that I do!
Clover Wilson: What you do? I don't know what you do! You leave at five, you're home at ten, seven days a week! I live with a ghost! I don't know anything about you!
Bill Sullivan: I'll be looking for patriotic, honorable, bright young men from the right backgrounds to manage the various departments. In other words, no Jews or Negroes, and very few Catholics, and that's only because I'm a Catholic.
Edward Wilson: How do you know I am the right person?
Ray Brocco: I was told you were a serious son of a bitch with no sense of humor, there can't be two of you
Edward Wilson: And, yet, a certain word, a glance, a guise, will mirror, never show, reflecting not my gaze, but my uncertain question caught inside a shadow of our shifting eyes.
Dr. Fredericks: That really is quite elegant, Mr. Wilson. Good order, very precise, feeling of the unknown. Fine poetry is the music of mathematics, numbers, singing. You have to look behind the words to understand their meaning.
Dr. Fredericks: The mental facility to detect conspiracies and betrayal are the same qualities most likely to corrode natural judgment. Everything that seems clear is bent. And everything that seems bent is clear. Trapped in reflections, you must learn to recognize when a lie masquerades as the truth, and then deal with it efficiently, dispassionately.
Philip Allen: They're a weakness of mine. When I was a child, my mother would always reward me with a chocolate. It's a dreadful habit.
Edward Wilson: The chocolates or seeking approval.
[At the Christmas party after the coup vs Dr. Ibañes]
Bill Sullivan: Bill Sullivan: Gentlemen, you can all be very proud of what you started. Merry Christmas.
[Ed Jr's mishap on Santa's lap]
Bill Sullivan: [to Ed] Did you know that Phillip is going to be on the Mayan Coffee Board of Directors? Remember what I said to you about friends.
Edward Bell Wilson Jr.: Everything is a secret.
Miriam: You were brought up on secrets. What was such a big secret that his own son couldn't know?
Edward Bell Wilson Jr.: He was standing outside talking. I heard something I wasn't supposed to, and he knew I listened to his conversation. I heard them say something in Spanish: Bahia de Cochinos.
Miriam: Bahia de Cochinos.
Edward Bell Wilson Jr.: I'm afraid of him.
Miriam: You're safe here with me. People who really love each other don't have secrets. I have something to tell you.
[Tape mutes down]
Edward Bell Wilson Jr.: I love you so much, I love you so much.
Arch Cummings: How did the Irish poet say it, hmm? "E'er friend for today, is tomorrow's heartbreak."
Ulysses: Hello, I believe you know me as Ulysses. Do you know what our code name is for you... it's "Mother". Yes, they said you were the quiet type. But your silence speaks volumes, what is the saying? "Your silence is deafening," yes that is it. You will be a great advesary Mother, hopefully for many years.
Sam Murach: You're asking me to give you FBI files of an American citizen? You know I can't do that, it's against the law to spy on citizens.
Edward Wilson: Keep it. Maybe someday you'll change your mind.
Edward Wilson: If we continue down this road, there will be a third world war. I dont think either of us wants a real war.
Ulysses: What would you do for a living then ?
Richard Hayes: Tell us Mr. Wilson: Brother to Brother something that you've never told anyone before. Your most guarded secret. Something you will need to trust us with.
Edward Wilson: It was the Fourth of July 1925. I was six.
Edward Wilson: I was playing tag with a friend of mine and I tried to get away from him, so I ran up the stairs into my parents' room. And I hid in the closet.
Edward Wilson: I looked at my Father's clothes and hanging there was his Admiral's jacket. And then I heard a sound. And I saw my father.
Edward Wilson: I must have made a noise because he turned and came into the closet and opened the door.
Thomas Wilson: Have you ever made up a story, Edward? Told your friends something that you knew wasn't true? And you know that if they found out, they wouldn't like you anymore? Why? Because you lied to them. You understand?
Edward Wilson: And he asked me if I knew what trust was. And I said, "Trust is when you feel safe with someone, like with my friends. Like with you and Mother."
Edward Wilson: And then he said, "Don't ever lie. Cause you lie to your friends they won't trust you. And you will have nothing. And you'll never be safe."
Edward Wilson: He told me to go downstairs and watch the fireworks because they'd started. And then he shut the door.
Edward Wilson: The sound of the gunshot was very different from the sound of the fireworks and even at six years old I knew that was a big, big difference. And there was a lot of blood. And in his left hand he held a note that was sealed.
Edward Wilson: I don't know why, but I took the note and I put it in my pocket. I always said it was an accident. It wasn't an accident. My father killed himself.
Clover Wilson: [Clover and Edward, who only met for the first time hours earlier, are starting to have sex] Do you love me?
Edward Wilson: What?
Clover Wilson: Tell me you love me!
Edward Wilson: [mumbles] I love you.
Clover Wilson: [Emphatically] Do you love me?
Edward Wilson: I do, I love you.
Clover Wilson: No, I still don't believe you!
Edward Wilson: [repeatedly] I love you, I love you...
Clover Wilson: Say it, Say it... Look at me, Look at me.
[Wilson tries to keep kissing her but she resists]
Clover Wilson: Stop! Stop!
Edward Wilson: [repeating more insistently] I love you, I love you, I do love you.
[Clover stops resisting and they have passionate sex]
Dr. Fredericks: Get out while you can. While you still believe. While you still have a soul.
Bill Sullivan: [Discussing the new CIA with Wilson] I'm concerned that too much power will end up in the hands of too few. It's always in somebody's best interests to promote enemies, real or imagined. I see this as America's eyes and ears. I don't want it to become its heart and soul.
Bill Sullivan: I'm sorry for not standing, my fucking feet are killing me.
Edward Wilson: It isn't about dedication and loyalty, it's about belief in what we do.
[Ed Wilson at his desk in his office, Phillip Allen opens the door]
Philip Allen: May I come in?
[Allen walks in, signals around, Ed starts bug countermeasures]
Philip Allen: You know I've never been in your office.
Edward Wilson: How was the fishing?
Philip Allen: It was a bad year. The water's too high.
Philip Allen: I understand you wanted to give me the Operation Zapata list yourself. There isn't one, is there?
Edward Wilson: You know it was a silent operation.
Philip Allen: It wasn't silent enough.
Philip Allen: I've been asked by the President to suggest who we no longer need with us.
Philip Allen: Who would you recommend, Edward?
Edward Wilson: I serve at the pleasure of the director, Sir.
[Allen exhales loudly]
Edward Wilson: I'm just the gatekeeper.
Philip Allen: Why is it that people like us choose to serve for nickels a day in a profession that makes us constantly look over our shoulder to see who is watching us?
Edward Wilson: When will you make a decision?
Philip Allen: I serve at the discretion of the President of the United States. I will do what I think is best for the country.
[Turns around. Walks towards the door]
Philip Allen: It's important we find out who's responsible. Good night.
Edward Wilson: Good night.
Ray Brocco: [Repeatedly to the Second Mironov] What is your name?
Philip Allen: You are going to have to learn, and as quickly and thoroughly as possible, the English system of intelligence, the black arts, particularly counterintelligence - the uses of information, disinformation, and how their use is ultimately... power. They have agreed to open up their operations to us - they can't win the war without us - but they don't really want us here... Intelligence is their mother's milk, and they don't like sharing the royal tit with people that don't have titles.
Bill Sullivan: My feet, they're cutting off pieces of them. It's not dignified for a man to have to die from the feet up.
Bill Sullivan: Did you know that Philip Allen was going to be on the Mayan Coffee Company's board of directors?
Ray Brocco: You failed the polygraph, Mr. Mirinov.
Valentin Mironov #1: You know every Russian fails polygraph. Your polygraph doesn't understand the Russian soul.
Bill Sullivan: I have to tell you, I have some real problems with this whole thing, despite how much we need it. I'm concerned that too much power will end up in the hands of too few. It's always in somebody's best interest to promote enemies; real or imagined. I see this
Bill Sullivan: as America's eyes and ears. I don't want it to becomes it's heart and soul.
Philip Allen: [Explaining to Wilson about the U.S./G.B. espionage relationship] They've agreed to open up their operations to us. They can't win the war without us, but they don't really want us here. Intelligence is their mother's milk, and they don't like sharing the royal tit with people that don't have titles.
[first lines, which are repeated with repeated playings of the surveillance video to Edward Jr]
Miriam: You are safe here with me.