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What the hell am I after? You're telling me dick.

That information is classified. You're there to gather information on their operations, period.

Call me crazy, but I thought hooking up a million dollar deal was a great way to get on their good side. What else? You gonna hassle me about the weapons and spy stuff too?

My friend, if you're planning on crossing me...

I know, poison needles in my shins. You've got 36 hours. Peace, out.

You did say "Ahab"? You're sure about that?

Yeah, I sent you pictures. Here's what I'm thinking. If they take out the cameras and sensors, they could probably put a bomb in this thing. You drop it in the water in the Red Sea and three weeks later it's swimming up the Potomac.

This is good work, X, damn fine work. You need to press on at all costs, find out what they have planned with this "Ahab".

Hey, one miracle at a time. They're on to me now, remember?

I'm gonna be en route with a team shortly to relieve you. Just keep the pressure on until the cavalry arrives. And X? You done yourself proud helping those people today.

Thanks.

You're a grungy little phoenix, you know that? Keep up the good work.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Snow covered fortress. Army of bad guys. The usual.

I'm on the way with a team to relieve you. What's the latest?

They retrofitted Ahab with some kind of rocket launcher. They were loading canisters of liquid into it, light colored and dark colored in the same tube but separate. Something tells me this it that "classified" stuff you didn't want me to know about. Does the song "Silent Night" mean anything to you?

Yes it does.

Come on, Gibbons, you can do better then that.

Silent Night is the name of a top secret binary nerve agent. The glass canister is shot into the air and detonated. The black and white chemicals mix, forming a toxic cloud. When it settles down to Earth, it'll kill everything in the vicinity.

Jesus Christ, Gibbons, this is something we came up with?

Yeah, that's right. So now that you know, you understand why it's important that we get it back.

Kinda funny, though, isn't it? We're not supposed to be making weapons like that anyway. Guess we shoulda played by the rules.

Somebody else makes those decisions, not guys like you and me. You've done your job, X, head back to Prague. I'll be landing in 90 minutes. This is my operation now.

We don't have that kinda time, boss, I don't think Prague's gonna be around much longer. I've gotta go now. I've got a lot of bad guys to kill.

Thought you bought the farm down there, X. Glad as hell to see you.

I'm pretty happy to see me too. So are you done with me yet?

You've kept up your end of the bargain, I'll do the same. But you really should consider staying on, you make a decent agent.

But I hate cops, remember? Except for her.

Cut the crap, X, I saw you down there. You're a hero. Don't be afraid to join the good guys.

Who says you're the good guys?

You know what they say, the only way to change the system is from the inside.

Oh yeah? Why don't we start by taking this thing off my ankle? The poison needles?

On come on, X. Did you really think we were that barbaric?

No needles, huh? What about the acid bath?

All for show. Just a psychological mind game to get you to do the right thing.

You're a jerkoff, you know that?

New information.

Ever see one of these before?

Too important for telephone. Comedian Dr. Manhattan. All linked up.

What is that ungodly smell?

Bigger than I thought. CTU involved . . .

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.

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

Gila Flats place where Jon turned into . . .

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

You're making a big

Terrorist. Radical agitator. Stool pigeon.

ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT!! How'd you find me?

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

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

CTU? Jesus. You don't think

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

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

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

Adrian.

Laurie! Good to see you.

Don't rub it in. I live here.

And how's life with the walking Hbomb?

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

Adrian! Don't leave so soon. I

I'll take a raincheck, Laurie.

Please.

He's a little farther gone every time.

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.

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

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

What about you?

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

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.

Maybe I'll do that.

I'm sorry about Blake.

Their real names, please.

I don't know their real names.

You're lying, Miss Juspeczyk.

I don't know their real names!

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

Then why don't you ask him?!?

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.

What are you saying? That Jon is radioactive?

I'm terribly sorry.

What does this mean? What does it

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

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

All right, Miss Juspeczyk. Pack your things.

Am I free to go?

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

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

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 numberone strategic weapons has finally flipped out.

Jon?? You mean he's

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

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 geneticallyaltered 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?

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

No. No. Cut. Justine, we agreed. No questions about the Watchmen.

Oh sweetheart, just a quick one.