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