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Not yet, there's plenty of time.
Would you like me to stay?
Mm hmm.
I could stay and go.
. . . And just how would you manage that?
I'm not here. I'm still on Mars. I've come to collect you.
Collect me?
In the immediate future we're on Mars. I'm telling you goodbye. You're trying to convince me to cure your illness . . .
Jon, no I can't
It will happen, Laurie. I've already seen it. Neither of us can do anything to change it.
The atmosphere. I'm sorry. These things slip my mind.
Jesus, Jon, I nearly choked to where are we
This whole place is ticking. Does it keep time?
Yes. In about . . . thirty seconds, for example, you'll tell me you're sleeping with Dreiberg.
You you know about me and Dan?
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.
Then you're sleeping with Dreiberg?
Well, I just, you just said don't act surprised.
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.
Jon there's something I have to know. Did you love me once?
Yes, I loved you. I left the earth when I lost you.
Yet you must've known all along that you'd give me cancer. Just be being with me.
I didn't give you cancer, Laurie. Not you, not the others. I don't know what did.
But you knew that I'd die.
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.
Then it's going to happen. The world's going to end. And you've always known.
Always. Ever since the day I died.
Then why don't you . . . do something about it!
Because
Because you can't, I know, it's preordained. So sorry. I forgot. Jon. This, this "script" you're following . . . who writes it?
I don't know yet. I should be able to tell you in roughly six hundred years.
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.
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.
Jon, I do not want to hear it.
I'm sorry. Look there's a gas storm on the Valles Marineris . . .
Oh God. I'm no more than a bug on a windshield to you.
You're the only human being I care for.
Then do me a favor. If the world's going to end, it shouldn't matter a bit. I want you to cure me.
I won't do that.
You have the power to do it. I want you to do it. Please.
I explained this. I can't. That's not the way it happens.
Jon. If you ever loved me if there's anything human left in you then do it.
What am I
Cured, yes.
Its very strange. Times flowing backwards . . .
Jon what??
The south pole. Times flowing backwards.
Jon, where are we?
Veidts complex.
Jon
Space and time. I finally understand, Laurie. I see it all now.
Jon for Gods sake, what do you see?
I see what the watchmaker made. I see the universe!
Hi, Jon.
Hello, Adrian.
The bearer of bad news.
We've lost a colleague. The Comedian is dead.
Rorschach's on the case. He's got Dreiberg in a lather. He seems to think that someone is "stalking" the Watchmen.
Oh? The CTU suspects a Libyan hit squad.
What's your theory?
Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. They don't concern me.
I guess you'll be dismantling Russian tanks soon.
You mean Afghanistan? It won't require my attention. What I'm doing here is far more interesting.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, VEIDT?
Jon! Get back! You don't understand.
Walter
Don't call me that.
Walter you're just telling me what you think I want to hear.
Wrong answers?
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.
Hnnrr. Like to masturbate. Shit once a day.
A whore fucking.
Who is she? Do you know her?
And what split the dog's skull open?
Why, doctor. I did. He was a bad dog.
Walter. This compulsion of yours to punish transgressors. In your mind . . . what gives you the right to judge?
God isn't there to do it.
We don't know that.
That man, then, he was the first. The first you
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?
Had a lot of blood in him.
You oughta see upstairs. It's a slaughterhouse.
No idea who's behind this?
Small army, from the looks of it. He put up one hell of a fight.
He would You might as well know. It's gonna get messy. We got a call from Washington.
Washington?
They want in. Seems our friend here was hardcore CTU.
What about our end?
Well, sir . . . in a worstcase scenario . . . we'd assume that twentyfive percent of the Russian birds get through.
What kind of time frame are we talking about?
Thirty minutes maximum. Of course, I assume we'd be in the fortified command bunker at the time of the launch order.
As you can see, we may be able to salvage a goodsized chunk of the farm belt.
What about the aftermath? This socalled . . . "nuclear winter" theory?
We don't really know, sir, but bluntly, our survival capability . . . may depend on a quirk of the weather.
The weather. I see. Keep me posted. I want hourly forecasts and a full report on optimum strike conditions.
Major Adamson, I can't seem to get in the door.
Laurie, I'll have to ask you to come with me.
Why? What's the problem?
I can't tell you that. It is quite urgent.
I would like to use the bathroom

Not yet, there's plenty of time.

Would you like me to stay?

Mm hmm.

I could stay and go.

. . . And just how would you manage that?

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

Collect me?

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

Jon, no I can't

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

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

Jesus, Jon, I nearly choked to where are we

This whole place is ticking. Does it keep time?

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

You you know about me and Dan?

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.

Then you're sleeping with Dreiberg?

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

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.

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

Yes, I loved you. I left the earth when I lost you.

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

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

But you knew that I'd die.

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.

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

Always. Ever since the day I died.

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

Because

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

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

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.

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.

Jon, I do not want to hear it.

I'm sorry. Look there's a gas storm on the Valles Marineris . . .

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

You're the only human being I care for.

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

I won't do that.

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

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

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

What am I

Cured, yes.

Its very strange. Times flowing backwards . . .

Jon what??

The south pole. Times flowing backwards.

Jon, where are we?

Veidts complex.

Jon

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

Jon for Gods sake, what do you see?

I see what the watchmaker made. I see the universe!

Hi, Jon.

Hello, Adrian.

The bearer of bad news.

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

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

Oh? The CTU suspects a Libyan hit squad.

What's your theory?

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

I guess you'll be dismantling Russian tanks soon.

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

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, VEIDT?

Jon! Get back! You don't understand.

Walter

Don't call me that.

Walter you're just telling me what you think I want to hear.

Wrong answers?

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.

Hnnrr. Like to masturbate. Shit once a day.

A whore fucking.

Who is she? Do you know her?

And what split the dog's skull open?

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

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

God isn't there to do it.

We don't know that.

That man, then, he was the first. The first you

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?

Had a lot of blood in him.

You oughta see upstairs. It's a slaughterhouse.

No idea who's behind this?

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

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

Washington?

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

What about our end?

Well, sir . . . in a worstcase scenario . . . we'd assume that twentyfive percent of the Russian birds get through.

What kind of time frame are we talking about?

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

As you can see, we may be able to salvage a goodsized chunk of the farm belt.

What about the aftermath? This socalled . . . "nuclear winter" theory?

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

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

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

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

Why? What's the problem?

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

I would like to use the bathroom