Watchmen

ADAMSON: The access code's been changed. Your card won't work anymore.

LAURIE: What?!

ADAMSON: Please.

LAURIE: Major Adamson, I can't seem to get in the door.

ADAMSON: Laurie, I'll have to ask you to come with me.

LAURIE: Why? What's the problem?

ADAMSON: I can't tell you that. It is quite urgent.

LAURIE: I would like to use the bathroom --

ANALYST: As you can see, we may be able to salvage a good-sized chunk of the farm belt.

PRESIDENT: What about the aftermath? This so-called . . . "nuclear winter" theory?

ANALYST: We don't really know, sir, but bluntly, our survival capability . . . may depend on a quirk of the weather.

PRESIDENT: The weather. I see. Keep me posted. I want hourly forecasts and a full report on optimum strike conditions.

PRESIDENT: What kind of time frame are we talking about?

ANALYST: Thirty minutes maximum. Of course, I assume we'd be in the fortified command bunker at the time of the launch order.

PRESIDENT: What about our end?

ANALYST: Well, sir . . . in a worst-case scenario . . . we'd assume that twenty-five percent of the Russian birds get through.

BURNS: He would -- You might as well know. It's gonna get messy. We got a call from Washington.

HYDE: Washington?

BURNS: They want in. Seems our friend here was hardcore CTU.

BURNS: Had a lot of blood in him.

HYDE: You oughta see upstairs. It's a slaughterhouse.

BURNS: No idea who's behind this?

HYDE: Small army, from the looks of it. He put up one hell of a fight.

DR. LONG: That man, then, he was the first. The first you --

RORSCHACH: Saw the world that night -- random, empty, hideous. God didn't make it that way. We did. We make the world -- in our own image. What else can I illuminate?

DR. LONG: Walter. This compulsion of yours -- to punish transgressors. In your mind . . . what gives you the right to judge?

RORSCHACH: God isn't there to do it.

DR. LONG: We don't know that.

DR. LONG: And what -- split -- the dog's skull open?

RORSCHACH: Why, doctor. I did. He was a bad dog.

RORSCHACH: A whore fucking.

DR. LONG: Who is she? Do you know her?

DR. LONG: Walter --

RORSCHACH: Don't call me that.

DR. LONG: Walter -- you're just telling me what you think I want to hear.

RORSCHACH: Wrong answers?

DR. LONG: There's no right or wrong. But if you don't give me an honest response, I can't help you. I want to help you. I want to know all about you.

RORSCHACH: Hnnrr. -- Like to masturbate. Shit once a day.

DR. MANHATTAN: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, VEIDT?

VEIDT: Jon! Get back! You don't understand.

VEIDT: I guess you'll be dismantling Russian tanks soon.

DR. MANHATTAN: You mean Afghanistan? It won't require my attention. What I'm doing here is far more interesting.

VEIDT: Rorschach's on the case. He's got Dreiberg in a lather. He seems to think that someone is "stalking" the Watchmen.

DR. MANHATTAN: Oh? The CTU suspects a Libyan hit squad.

VEIDT: What's your theory?

DR. MANHATTAN: Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. They don't concern me.

DR. MANHATTAN: The bearer of bad news.

VEIDT: We've lost a colleague. The Comedian is dead.

VEIDT: Hi, Jon.

DR. MANHATTAN: Hello, Adrian.

LAURIE: Jon --

DR. MANHATTAN: Space and time. I finally understand, Laurie. I see it all now.

LAURIE: Jon -- for Gods sake, what do you see?

DR. MANHATTAN: I see what the watchmaker made. I see the universe!

LAURIE: Jon, where are we?

DR. MANHATTAN: Veidts complex.

DR. MANHATTAN: Its very strange. Times flowing backwards . . .

LAURIE: Jon -- what??

DR. MANHATTAN: The south pole. Times flowing backwards.

LAURIE: What -- am I --

DR. MANHATTAN: Cured, yes.

LAURIE: Jon, I do not want to hear it.

DR. MANHATTAN: I'm sorry. Look -- there's a gas storm on the Valles Marineris . . .

LAURIE: Oh God. I'm no more than a bug on a windshield to you.

DR. MANHATTAN: You're the only human being I care for.

LAURIE: Then do me a favor. If the world's going to end, it shouldn't matter a bit. I want you to cure me.

DR. MANHATTAN: I won't do that.

LAURIE: You have the power to do it. I want you to do it. Please.

DR. MANHATTAN: I explained this. I can't. That's not the way it happens.

LAURIE: Jon. If you ever loved me -- if there's anything human left in you -- then do it.

LAURIE: I can't stand any more of this. I want to go back. If I'm going to die I want to be with -- other people.

DR. MANHATTAN: Please, Laurie. Not yet. I've got eons stretching before me, a universe to explore. I'll be alone. You're the last human being I'll ever see.

LAURIE: Then why don't you . . . do something about it!

DR. MANHATTAN: Because --

LAURIE: Because you can't, I know, it's preordained. So sorry. I forgot. Jon. This, this "script" you're following . . . who writes it?

DR. MANHATTAN: I don't know yet. I should be able to tell you in -- roughly six hundred years.

LAURIE: Then it's going to happen. The world's going to end. -- And you've always known.

DR. MANHATTAN: Always. Ever since the day I died.

LAURIE: Jon -- there's something I have to know. Did you love me once?

DR. MANHATTAN: Yes, I loved you. I left the earth when I lost you.

LAURIE: Yet you must've known all along that you'd give me cancer. Just be being with me.

DR. MANHATTAN: I didn't give you cancer, Laurie. Not you, not the others. I don't know what did.

LAURIE: But you knew that I'd -- die.

DR. MANHATTAN: Memories of the future are just like any others. I've tried not to dwell on the unpleasant ones . . . You won't die of cancer, Laurie. There won't be time for that.

LAURIE: Jon, does anybody know what the hell you're talking about? Dan's just an ordinary guy, but he talks to me. When he looks at me he's seeing something more than just a -- a collection of atoms.

DR. MANHATTAN: Then you're sleeping with Dreiberg?

LAURIE: Well, I just, you just said -- don't act surprised.

DR. MANHATTAN: That's how time works, Laurie. Everything is preordained . . . even my responses. We're all puppets. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings. -- Thirty seconds.

LAURIE: This whole place is ticking. Does it -- keep time?

DR. MANHATTAN: Yes. In about . . . thirty seconds, for example, you'll tell me you're sleeping with Dreiberg.

LAURIE: You -- you know about me and Dan?

DR. MANHATTAN: The atmosphere. I'm sorry. These things slip my mind.

LAURIE: Jesus, Jon, I nearly choked to -- where are we --

DR. MANHATTAN: I'm not here. I'm still on Mars. I've come to collect you.

LAURIE: Collect me?

DR. MANHATTAN: In the immediate future we're on Mars. I'm telling you goodbye. You're trying to convince me to cure your illness . . .

LAURIE: Jon, no -- I can't --

DR. MANHATTAN: It will happen, Laurie. I've already seen it. Neither of us can do anything to change it.

DR. MANHATTAN: Would you like me to stay?

LAURIE: Mm hmm.

DR. MANHATTAN: I could stay and go.

LAURIE: . . . And just how would you manage that?

DR. MANHATTAN: I'm here, Laurie.

LAURIE: Is it time? D'you have to leave for the funeral?

DR. MANHATTAN: Not yet, there's plenty of time.

LAURIE: Blake? Dead?

DR. MANHATTAN: Yes. I heard this morning. Washington's asked me to attend the funeral as a matter of protocol.

VEIDT: Your problem, Dan, is a lack of vision. You spent all those years chasing after muggers, and drug dealers, and jaywalkers . . . as if the world was any better for it. As if any of it mattered.

DREIBERG: You ruthless son of a bitch. You really believe this mad-scientist bullshit is going to save the world?

VEIDT: We'd better hope so. -- It's almost time.

VEIDT: Dont be obtuse, Daniel. If I kill Jon in the past, none of this will happen. We wont even be here, will we?

DREIBERG: And what if youre wrong?

VEIDT: Im not.

DREIBERG: What if youre wrong??

VEIDT: Then Ive been a very bad boy and youll have to spank me. Christ! Im doing what I have to do to save the godforsaken human race!!

VEIDT: Gentlemen, the past. Unfolding before your eyes. Stand back from the field. It'll blow you to bits.

DREIBERG: What is it? How does it work?

VEIDT: It's a tachyon chamber. It generates subatomic particles which flow backward in time. There are other worlds, Daniel, other timelines -- existing parallel to our own --

DREIBERG: Adrian -- you've lost it.

VEIDT: I've seen them! I've seen them in there.

VEIDT: It is Jon. Twenty-four years ago. Before he turned into Dr. Manhattan.

DREIBERG: Good Lord. How'd you get it on tape?

VEIDT: It's not on tape. It's live. We're watching it happen.

DREIBERG: What??

VEIDT: I couldn't let him interfere with my project.

VEIDT: Yeah. See, I've been working on a little project. Top secret, of course . . .

DREIBERG: The missing scientists.

VEIDT: Uh huh. You might recognize the names. Quite a few of them worked at Gila Flats.

DREIBERG: Who?

VEIDT: I don't know, but . . . in the wake of all that's happened, I'm starting to think Rorschach may have been right. Is Laurie okay?

DREIBERG: She's with me.

VEIDT: Good. Be careful, Daniel, don't let up your guard. Look, I'm going to head south for a while -- hole up at Karnak until all this blows over. You two would be welcome to join me.

DREIBERG: Thanks for the offer, Adrian. I'll let you know.

DREIBERG: I know, I know, it's just -- he's back on the street, he smells blood.

VEIDT: You know how he is. He goes on these binges, kills a couple of thugs -- then he's satisfied. It blows over.

DREIBERG: He's bound to get caught. I don't want my name coming out. Not at this late date.

VEIDT: If he comes here, I'll handle him. Remember -- I've always protected you. Haven't I? Do you need money?

DREIBERG: No. I just wanted you to --

VEIDT: You did the right thing, Daniel. Let's stay in touch, okay? Good night.

DREIBERG: Good night.

DREIBERG: The Comedian. He's dead. Murdered. That's all I know.

VEIDT: My God. Murdered? -- What's this have to do with Rorschach?

DREIBERG: It's -- he's got some kind of conspiracy theory. He thinks someone's . . . I don't know, stalking us.

VEIDT: Us. You mean the Watchmen.

LAURIE: Dan -- what do we do now?

DREIBERG: Wherever we are, it's better than what we left. Backs together --

LAURIE: We'll tell them what's happened. They'll listen to reason, won't they -- ?

LAURIE: Dan, is this -- is this New York??

DREIBERG: Those cars. What year is this??

LAURIE: Everything's changed --

DREIBERG: He saved himself. He changed the past.

LAURIE: Where did he go?

LAURIE: What was he doing?

DREIBERG: Trying to change the past. He said it was the only way to save the world --

LAURIE: Welcome back, Night Owl.

DREIBERG: What now? Fly south -- hook up with Adrian?

DREIBERG: I beg your pardon . . . ? Some gratitude.

LAURIE: Will you two lovebirds keep it down?

LAURIE: What's he doing?

DREIBERG: I think he's going to the john.

LAURIE: My God! We bust him out of jail, in the middle of a riot, and he stops to take a --

LAURIE: You're full of yourself. What are you doing?

DREIBERG: Long as we're on the subject of perverts . . . I miss Rorschach. Let's spring him.

LAURIE: . . . What??

DREIBERG: No way. I'm not that much of a pervert.

LAURIE: Yes you are.

DREIBERG: No offense, Laurie, but it was Silk Spectre I had the crush on. Tonight was the first time I've felt like myself in ten years.

LAURIE: That's because --

DREIBERG: It's because there's nothing to be afraid of anymore. The world's about to end. I feel like I could save it.

DREIBERG: What?

LAURIE: The costumes. Am I right?

LAURIE: Missed 'em Dan. You're aiming high!

DREIBERG: I don't want to take 'em out. Just want to keep 'em interested.

LAURIE: They're practically on us . . .

DREIBERG: That Detroit shit? I'm so worried.

LAURIE: They're following us.

DREIBERG: All right. Mission accomplished.

DREIBERG: What the hell -- ?

LAURIE: It's a peace rally. The CTU's just opened fire on the crowd.

DREIBERG: Oh, Laurie. Jesus. No.

DREIBERG: This'd better not be what I think it is.

LAURIE: Okay!

LAURIE: God, you sound like Jon. -- Turn around.

DREIBERG: What are you up to?

LAURIE: Don't look. Turn around.

LAURIE: Dan! The spare costumes! I can't believe you kept them.

DREIBERG: Me neither. Mine barely even fits. The thing is, I try to remember why we did it, and I can't. Helping people, or righting wrongs, or trying to save the world . . . I don't know. It all seems so abstract.

DREIBERG: I took her out a couple of summers back. Scared the hell out of some cows. -- I wonder if she'd make it down to Antarctica.

LAURIE: Antarctica??

DREIBERG: Adrian's headed down to his secret retreat. He invited us to come along. I've been thinking. If things do get nasty . . . it wouldn't be a bad place to sit out a war.

LAURIE: Would you want to sit out a war? I mean -- what would be left.

DREIBERG: You and me.

LAURIE: The Owlship. I can't believe it.

DREIBERG: -- I thought it was time for a routine maintenance check.

LAURIE: Enough is enough, Daniel. Where exactly are we?

DREIBERG: Memory lane.

DREIBERG: -- What is it.

LAURIE: I know what you're thinking. You'd be a lot safer if I weren't around.

DREIBERG: Laurie --

LAURIE: I'm an open target, Dan. If you're with me --

DREIBERG: With any luck, the world'll end before we get ours.

LAURIE: Ohh. I could use some dinner. Who was that on the phone?

DREIBERG: One more down. Someone tried to kill Adrian. . . . First time I've ever heard him scared.

LAURIE: I just realized. I'd never seen his face. I guess it was just a matter of time. He's totally -- Daniel? What's wrong?

DREIBERG: The Comedian . . . Jon . . . now Rorschach.

LAURIE: Eight cops? Oh, great. A jury's gonna love that.

DREIBERG: Are you kidding? If they put him in jail he's dead. He'll never get to trial.

DREIBERG: No wonder Adrian's rich. You use that stuff?

LAURIE: Sure. It works. I mean, look at this face, Daniel. I'm thirty-eight years old!

DREIBERG: I don't mind getting older. I'm obsolete anyway. Why try to hide it?

LAURIE: I like the way you look. It's strange with Jon. He doesn't age. His face doesn't change. But you, Daniel, you look . . .

DREIBERG: Old?

LAURIE: Not at all. You look very -- dashing. Here, you pick one.

DREIBERG: . . . What?

LAURIE: Pick a record. I feel like dancing.

DREIBERG: I told you I was a little bit out of step. A lot of the old stuff I listen to -- it never came out on crystal.

LAURIE: I'd say you stalled out about forty years ago. Nellie Lutcher -- Louis Jordan -- I've never even heard of these people.

DREIBERG: Play one. Educate yourself.

LAURIE: His what?

DREIBERG: His . . . whatever.

LAURIE: I'm not his . . . whatever. Okay?

DREIBERG: Oh. No. Sorry. I'll be right down the hall if you want me . . . I mean, if you need some aspirin, or --

LAURIE: I'm gonna take a warm bath and sack out. -- You've been really sweet. Sleep tight, okay?

DREIBERG: Laurie, wait. I've got a spare room. It's empty. If you'd like . . . LAURIE Oh Daniel, thanks, but I couldn't. You'd just be all nervous about --

DREIBERG: No, screw that. What you were saying before, it's absolutely right. -- I'd love to have you stay.

LAURIE: You're sure?

LAURIE: They're not following me, Dan. I mean -- Jon's gone, we're right on the brink of World War III. Nobody cares about the Watchmen.

DREIBERG: Maybe not, but why take chances?

LAURIE: Dan, what are you so scared of? I mean, me, I've spent all these years keeping Jon together, and now that it's over I feel -- I feel glad. I'm finally free to, to go out and live my own life, and --

DREIBERG: Christ yes, I went in for a cancer scan first thing. Gave me a couple of rough nights, I'll tell you . . . How about you, Laurie?

LAURIE: Oh, yeah. They gave me a clean bill of health and then booted me the hell out. No expense account. No place to live.

DREIBERG: You'll find something. -- I should go. You and me, seeing each other, someone might put two and two together . . .

LAURIE: Damn straight.

DREIBERG: Damn straight! We were heroes.

LAURIE: Of course, we looked like idiots in those bondage outfits.

DREIBERG: Well, that was Adrian's idea. I know he's the smartest man in the world and all that, but -- talk about publicity hounds . . .

LAURIE: Hey. You remember that nut in the hockey mask? With the asthma? What was his name . . .

DREIBERG: Oh yeah. The one that used to confess to everything? Hoping we'd beat him up?

LAURIE: That's the one. Whatever happened to him?

DREIBERG: He pulled it on Rorschach . . . and Rorschach dropped him down an elevator shaft.

LAURIE: Okay, okay. You made your choice. You went underground. Some of us made other choices.

DREIBERG:

DREIBERG: Sorry, it's this thing with Blake. I mean, you don't really think anyone's out to get us -- do you?

LAURIE: Dan, are you really that paranoid? Let's face it, Eddie Blake was no Mother Teresa.

DREIBERG: Psychotic pig. He had it coming. Mr. CTU . . .

LAURIE: Now wait. We all had the same option as Blake. It was work for the government or do time.

DREIBERG: Fine, but the Civil Terrorism Unit? It's a fucking Gestapo! Dirty tricks -- political assassinations --

RORSCHACH: . . . And they call me a fucking nut.

DREIBERG: Adrian. Its too late. The world is blowing up as we stand here.

DREIBERG: Adrian. What are you doing? Why wouldn't you let us in?

RORSCHACH: He's the one. He's been the one all along. Stalking us.

DREIBERG: Adrian -- you? You killed Blake, and --

RORSCHACH: What happened?

DREIBERG: The guidance system's fried. I had to switch to manual. -- Some kind of massive electromagnetic shockwave.

RORSCHACH: What caused it?

DREIBERG: Don't know. Nothing I can think of -- -- outside of a nuclear blast.

RORSCHACH: Sorry, Daniel. You've always been a good friend. I know that. Sorry about Laurie.

DREIBERG: Okay, let's just . . . thank you.

DREIBERG: We're running, Rorschach. We've got no place to go. We're hightailing it down to Adrian's.

RORSCHACH: Veidt's assassin. Leads to follow. Can't just --

DREIBERG: Cases, leads -- they don't matter, Rorschach. The world's about to end. If someone is trying to kill us, it doesn't matter.

RORSCHACH: Coward. Giving up.

DREIBERG: SHUT UP, Rorschach.

RORSCHACH: Where's Laurie?

DREIBERG: I don't think she's coming with us.

RORSCHACH: How do we know they've got cancer? Could be part of massive propaganda scheme . . .

DREIBERG: Come on, Rorschach. Gimme a break --

RORSCHACH: CTU. Could be behind Dr. Manhattan frame-up.

DREIBERG: What do you mean, frame-up?

RORSCHACH: Obvious pattern -- all ties in --

DREIBERG: Are you saying that someone would risk starting World War III just to get back at us? What about all those poor shits with cancer?

DREIBERG: I don't know if you heard. A hired gunman tried to off Adrian.

RORSCHACH: Veidt's a fool. Tried to warn him about new information. Sicced his mangy cat on me.

DREIBERG: What new information?

RORSCHACH: Blake investigating missing scientists for CTU. Dr. Manhattan somehow involved . . .

DREIBERG: . . . That was quick.

RORSCHACH: Toilet clogged. Short fat turd. Let's get out of here.

RORSCHACH: Maybe. Or maybe somebody's finally caught up with us. Somebody with a grudge. Thought you might want to spread the word.

DREIBERG: Hey. Hey. If you don't mind, use the back stairs, all right?

RORSCHACH: So do I. So do you.

DREIBERG: Rorschach, that was a long time ago. I mean, that -- that's just paranoia.

DREIBERG: Sure. You got some kind of -- bean juice on it.

RORSCHACH: Human bean juice. The Comedian is dead.

RORSCHACH: Hiya, pardner. Long time no see.

DREIBERG: Did anybody follow you? See you come here?

JON: I can fix it.

JANEY: -- What?

JON: My dad's a watchmaker. I'll put it back together for you. Better than ever.

JANEY: Stupid watch. Stopped again. Do you have the --

JON: Janey, will you marry me?

JON: Nothing wrong with ketchup.

JANEY: Jon Osterman, you don't act like a Princeton boy. What's a big lug like you doing in a place like this?

JON: Anything for science, I guess. Janey, there's something --

JANEY: We should get back -- What?

JON: Nothing. What were you going to say?

JANEY: We should get back to the lab. You okay, Jon?

JON: I'll say. If we ever get off this looney-tune project, I'm gonna head straight for civilization and buy me a big thick steak.

JANEY: With lots of ketchup?

VEIDT: No comment.

JUSTINE: Did you know he was back on the streets?

VEIDT: I did not. Now get out of my way!

JUSTINE: Isn't it true that you --

VEIDT: Sphinx brand. When I got out of weapons design, I wanted to move into a more . . . humanitarian area. I was thinking: what would do some good in the world? And I thought: why not a genetically-altered tobacco, that no only doesn't cause cancer -- but cleans out your lungs as you smoke it? In fact I think I'll have one now. Care to join me?

JUSTINE: Thanks, no. But it's a wonderful product. Now Adrian -- your old colleague Dr. Manhattan has just left the planet amid rumors --

VEIDT: No. No. Cut. -- Justine, we agreed. No questions about the Watchmen.

JUSTINE: Oh sweetheart, just a quick one.

VEIDT: No. We laid out very careful ground rules --

SCHMIDT: All right, Miss Juspeczyk. Pack your things.

LAURIE: Am I free to go?

SCHMIDT: You're free to do whatever you goddamn well please. Let's move it.

LAURIE: I don't know why you've been keeping me here, but you're in deep shit --

SCHMIDT: Oh, I am, honey. You see, Russian tanks are crossing the Afghan border this very minute. And we are all of us, every living soul, in deep, deep shit -- because our number-one strategic weapons has finally flipped out.

LAURIE: Jon?? You mean he's --

SCHMIDT: That's right. Your meal ticket's flown the coop. That blue bastard has apparently left the planet.

SCHMIDT: I'm terribly sorry.

LAURIE: What does this mean? What does it --

SCHMIDT: Six to eight months. That's with treatment. -- Perhaps now you can see why it's so vital that we locate your . . . friends.

LAURIE: That's it. This is all a trick, isn't it? Some kind of horrible joke to make me --

SCHMIDT: Sit down, Miss Juspeczyk. As I mentioned, the people in this file are all close associates of Dr. Manhattan. They have something else in common as well. They've all developed a fairly . . . exotic form of lymphatic cancer.

LAURIE: What are you saying? That Jon is radioactive?

SCHMIDT: Their real names, please.

LAURIE: I don't know their real names.

SCHMIDT: You're lying, Miss Juspeczyk.

LAURIE: I don't know their real names!

SCHMIDT: You're not "protecting" anyone. These people's lives may depend on the answers you give. These are all former associates of Dr. Manhattan --

LAURIE: Then why don't you ask him?!?

VEIDT: Nasty cough. -- Try one of mine. Darling, you need to get out of the house. Why don't you give Daniel a call? I'm sure he'd be glad to hear from you.

LAURIE: Maybe I'll do that.

VEIDT: I'm sorry about Blake.

VEIDT: He's a little farther gone every time.

LAURIE: Stay, Adrian. I just -- every once in a while, I need to talk to someone human. He doesn't think like we do. He doesn't even feel what we feel. I mean -- he even scares the research teams.

VEIDT: Laurie -- he's the most powerful man who's ever lived. He's changed the world.

LAURIE: I know. I shouldn't be saying this. He's happy, he's content, he's doing his work --

VEIDT: What about you?

LAURIE: I suppose I'm serving my purpose, aren't I. I'll ring for the guards.

LAURIE: Adrian! Don't leave so soon. I --

VEIDT: I'll take a raincheck, Laurie.

LAURIE: Please.

LAURIE: Don't rub it in. I live here.

VEIDT: And how's life with the walking H-bomb?

LAURIE: He's in by the superaccelerator. -- Let me take your coat.

LAURIE: Adrian.

VEIDT: Laurie! Good to see you.

RORSCHACH: Two things I hate. Street mimes . . . users of recreational drugs.

MOLOCH: No, no. You got it all wrong. I been on the case, Rorschach, I got something for you.

MOLOCH: Rorschach, you're talkin' heavy duty stuff. I got nothing to do with --

RORSCHACH: Worked both sides of the fence. Ask your old buddies in the CTU.

MOLOCH: CTU? Jesus. You don't think --

RORSCHACH: Don't know. Ask around. I'll be back.

RORSCHACH: Terrorist. Radical agitator. Stool pigeon.

MOLOCH: ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT!! -- How'd you find me?

MOLOCH: I don't know who you are buddy, but I swear to God, you got the wrong guy.

RORSCHACH: Edgar William Jacobi, aka William Edgar Bright, a.k.a. Moloch.

MOLOCH: You're making a big --

RORSCHACH: Call off the cat and I'll kill you, Veidt.

VEIDT: Before you do that, you might want to look at what I've been looking at.

RORSCHACH: Veidt. You're the one who started World War III.

VEIDT: No. I just hastened the inevitable. He's been ready to blow for years. I knew all it would take was a little push. So I, uh . . . gave his friends and associates cancer.

RORSCHACH: Gila Flats -- place where Jon turned into . . .

VEIDT: Dr. Manhattan, right. Now if you boys care to join me, we'll go save the world.

RORSCHACH: Bigger than I thought. CTU involved . . .

VEIDT: Yeah, I've heard all about your conspiracy theories. Now I've got a roomful of cameras in there. I want you out. Now. And whatever you're doing, knock it off. You're making us all look bad.

RORSCHACH: Fate of the world at stake, Adrian. Can't get too worked up over bad press.

RORSCHACH: New information.

VEIDT: Ever see one of these before?

RORSCHACH: Too important for telephone. Comedian -- Dr. Manhattan. All linked up.

VEIDT: What is that ungodly smell?