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No. We laid out very careful ground rules |
No comment. |
Did you know he was back on the streets? |
I did not. Now get out of my way! |
Isn't it true that you |
I'll say. If we ever get off this looneytune project, I'm gonna head straight for civilization and buy me a big thick steak. |
With lots of ketchup? |
Nothing wrong with ketchup. |
Jon Osterman, you don't act like a Princeton boy. What's a big lug like you doing in a place like this? |
Anything for science, I guess. Janey, there's something |
We should get back What? |
Nothing. What were you going to say? |
We should get back to the lab. You okay, Jon? |
Stupid watch. Stopped again. Do you have the |
Janey, will you marry me? |
I can fix it. |
What? |
My dad's a watchmaker. I'll put it back together for you. Better than ever. |
Hiya, pardner. Long time no see. |
Did anybody follow you? See you come here? |
Sure. You got some kind of bean juice on it. |
Human bean juice. The Comedian is dead. |
So do I. So do you. |
Rorschach, that was a long time ago. I mean, that that's just paranoia. |
Maybe. Or maybe somebody's finally caught up with us. Somebody with a grudge. Thought you might want to spread the word. |
Hey. Hey. If you don't mind, use the back stairs, all right? |
. . . That was quick. |
Toilet clogged. Short fat turd. Let's get out of here. |
I don't know if you heard. A hired gunman tried to off Adrian. |
Veidt's a fool. Tried to warn him about new information. Sicced his mangy cat on me. |
What new information? |
Blake investigating missing scientists for CTU. Dr. Manhattan somehow involved . . . |
CTU. Could be behind Dr. Manhattan frameup. |
What do you mean, frameup? |
Obvious pattern all ties in |
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? |
How do we know they've got cancer? Could be part of massive propaganda scheme . . . |
Come on, Rorschach. Gimme a break |
Where's Laurie? |
I don't think she's coming with us. |
We're running, Rorschach. We've got no place to go. We're hightailing it down to Adrian's. |
Veidt's assassin. Leads to follow. Can't just |
Cases, leads they don't matter, Rorschach. The world's about to end. If someone is trying to kill us, it doesn't matter. |
Coward. Giving up. |
SHUT UP, Rorschach. |
Sorry, Daniel. You've always been a good friend. I know that. Sorry about Laurie. |
Okay, let's just . . . thank you. |
What happened? |
The guidance system's fried. I had to switch to manual. Some kind of massive electromagnetic shockwave. |
What caused it? |
Don't know. Nothing I can think of outside of a nuclear blast. |
Adrian. What are you doing? Why wouldn't you let us in? |
He's the one. He's been the one all along. Stalking us. |
Adrian you? You killed Blake, and |
. . . And they call me a fucking nut. |
Adrian. Its too late. The world is blowing up as we stand here. |
Sorry, it's this thing with Blake. I mean, you don't really think anyone's out to get us do you? |
Dan, are you really that paranoid? Let's face it, Eddie Blake was no Mother Teresa. |
Psychotic pig. He had it coming. Mr. CTU . . . |
Now wait. We all had the same option as Blake. It was work for the government or do time. |
Fine, but the Civil Terrorism Unit? It's a fucking Gestapo! Dirty tricks political assassinations |
Okay, okay. You made your choice. You went underground. Some of us made other choices. |
DREIBERG +++$+++ |
Damn straight. |
Damn straight! We were heroes. |
Of course, we looked like idiots in those bondage outfits. |
Well, that was Adrian's idea. I know he's the smartest man in the world and all that, but talk about publicity hounds . . . |
Hey. You remember that nut in the hockey mask? With the asthma? What was his name . . . |
Oh yeah. The one that used to confess to everything? Hoping we'd beat him up? |
That's the one. Whatever happened to him? |
He pulled it on Rorschach . . . and Rorschach dropped him down an elevator shaft. |
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? |
Oh, yeah. They gave me a clean bill of health and then booted me the hell out. No expense account. No place to live. |
You'll find something. I should go. You and me, seeing each other, someone might put two and two together . . . |
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. |
Maybe not, but why take chances? |
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 |
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 |
No, screw that. What you were saying before, it's absolutely right. I'd love to have you stay. |
You're sure? |
Oh. No. Sorry. I'll be right down the hall if you want me . . . I mean, if you need some aspirin, or |
I'm gonna take a warm bath and sack out. You've been really sweet. Sleep tight, okay? |
His what? |
His . . . whatever. |
I'm not his . . . whatever. Okay? |
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. |
I'd say you stalled out about forty years ago. Nellie Lutcher Louis Jordan I've never even heard of these people. |
Play one. Educate yourself. |
No wonder Adrian's rich. You use that stuff? |
Sure. It works. I mean, look at this face, Daniel. I'm thirtyeight years old! |
I don't mind getting older. I'm obsolete anyway. Why try to hide it? |
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 . . . |
Old? |
Not at all. You look very dashing. Here, you pick one. |
. . . What? |
Pick a record. I feel like dancing. |
Eight cops? Oh, great. A jury's gonna love that. |
Are you kidding? If they put him in jail he's dead. He'll never get to trial. |
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? |
The Comedian . . . Jon . . . now Rorschach. |
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