Watchmen (2019): Season 1, Episode 9 - See How They Fly - full transcript
Everything ends. For real this time.
I'm on the verge
of completing my life's work.
So then tell me
what your clock does.
No.
Enjoy your cake.
You're wrong about Cyclops.
We're about restoring balance
when our country forgets
the principles...
And it is difficult
to be a white man in America.
So I'm thinking...
I might try being a blue one.
In less than an hour,
they're going to capture
Dr. Manhattan,
and they're going
to destroy him.
And then they're going
to become him.
Jon, I woke you up because
the Kalvary knows who you are.
They want to kill you.
Let's stop them.
You can't stop them...
because it's already happening.
We win.
I'm sorry.
Jon!
Veidt:
All right, action.
Hello, Robert.
Adrian Veidt here.
Assuming my instructions have
been followed to the letter,
today is January 21st, 1993,
and you were just inaugurated.
Allow me to be amongst
the very first to say,
congratulations,
President Redford.
Sir,
I am recording this message
on November 1st, 1985,
seven years in your past.
How could I predict that you
would be elected president
with such incredible accuracy?
Because I didn't predict it.
‐
‐I‐‐ All right.
Go again. Action.
Because I didn't predict it.
I planned it.
Here,
in '85, the end is nigh.
Nuclear holocaust
between the United States
and Russia is imminent.
Fortunately,
I've planned for this, too.
And the only way to stave off
mankind's extinction
is with a weapon more powerful
than any atomic device.
That weapon is fear.
And I, Mr. President,
am it's architect.
Fuck you, Ozymandias.
‐
‐
What?!
Mr. Veidt!
I'm sorry to bother you.
I was hoping I could talk‐‐
I don't talk to fans.
I don't care how long it's
taken you to get to Antarctica.
And you may certainly
not use my restroom.
Good day.
You killed
three million people.
Back in '85, you manufactured
a trans‐dimensional being
and then teleported
it to New York City.
That...
is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.
That's its brilliance!
A giant alien squid
to stave off nuclear holocaust.
Only the smartest man in the
world could come up with that.
And no one even gives
you credit for it.
‐Who are you?
‐Well, Mr. Veidt,
I'm the smartest
woman in the world.
And I just wanted
to thank you for saving it.
Would you care
for some tea?
Veidt: Redford won't
even return my calls.
He said he would've won
even without my help.
‐As if some cowboy actor...
‐
could attain the presidency.
I teleport them
into the stratosphere.
At that altitude,
even the most
trained meteorologist
can't tell the difference
between a cloud of cephalopods
and a tropical storm.
How do you decide
where to drop them?
I don't decide.
I wrote a randomizing
algorithm
to deter amateur sleuths
looking for any kind of pattern.
The entire system
is automated.
This is truly amazing,
Mr. Veidt.
But it's a rerun.
Excuse me?
A rerun.
You had a genius idea
20 years ago,
but you're still
doing the same thing.
Just smaller.
Great, you stopped the clock,
but what happens if
you let it start up again?
What happens is we're right
back where we left off.
Without a constant reminder
of otherworldly threat,
the world's
superpowers would start
pointing their arsenals
at each other again.
What if I could make every nuclear
weapon on the planet disappear?
Please!
If that could be done,
I'd have already done it.
Ah, but you're
just a man, Mr. Veidt.
You have limitations.
And I suppose
a woman doesn't?
Of course I do.
But...
there is someone with...
no limitations.
So, you've come here
'cause you think I can get
in touch with him on Mars,
that I've got some
kind of... hotline.
He's not on Mars.
That's just a decoy,
going through a series
of predetermined motions to...
deter amateur sleuths
looking for any kind of pattern.
I believe the actual
Dr. Manhattan
is hiding out
on a moon of Jupiter.
And what, dear girl,
is that belief based upon?
Manhattan emits a very specific
radioactive frequency.
I built a subspace antenna
to scan the galaxy and...
lo and behold,
I got a ping.
‐A ping?
‐
So,
a few months ago,
I launched a probe,
and in exactly
five years, 72 days,
nine hours, and...
17 minutes, that probe
will be
orbiting Europa,
taking photo images of
the Big Blue Cheese himself
and beaming them
back here to me.
Veidt: It seems like a
lot of effort just to be
an intergalactic paparazza.
So, what do you do when you got
your candid shot of Manhattan?
Sell it to the tabloids?
No. I just need
to confirm where he is
before I destroy him
and take his power.
‐What?
‐lf I can take his power,
I can fix the world.
Disappear the nukes,
end starvation,
clean the air.
All the things
he should have done.
I've already designed
a quantum centrifuge
capable of absorbing
his energy,
so I can transfer
it into me.
I just can't afford
to build the thing.
Veidt:
Ah.
So, I was hoping
you would stake me
$42 billion.
And why would you hope that?
Because I'm your daughter.
That's impossible.
‐Why?
‐For one,
because I've never
given myself to a woman.
Like Alexander the Great,
I believe such hedonistic
activity is a distraction‐‐
Alexander
the Great.
‐That's him right there?
‐Yeah.
Hmm.
And the refrigerated vault
with all your vials of cum...
that's behind
Alexander, right?
Hi.
I'm sample two‐three‐four‐six.
But you can call me Trieu.
Her name was Bian.
She was one of
the Vietnamese refugees
working here in '85.
She shot herself up
with some of your legacy,
and slipped out
into the night.
And you didn't even
notice she was gone
because she was
just a cleaning woman.
She was not just
a cleaning woman.
She was a thief.
And your genius...
wasn't given,
it was stolen.
You have the audacity
to come here for a handout?
When my parents died,
I inherited wealth
beyond imagining,
and I gave it away
because I wanted
to demonstrate
that I could
achieve anything,
starting from nothing.
And that is
what I offer you,
sample two‐three‐four‐six...
‐nothing.
‐
And I will never call you,
"daughter."
Come on, Adrian. Make a wish.
‐
‐
Ah!
Game Warden:
Master Veidt!
Return to your cell, sir!
Never.
Do not make me do this.
Alas, I must
make you do it.
‐Stop!
‐No.
‐Stop.
‐I will not.
‐
‐
Philips:
Master!
Master, look out!
I will not let you go!
I will not... let you go!
I will not let you go!
I will not let you go‐‐
‐
‐
Warden: Aah!
Shh, shh, shh!
‐
‐
It's almost over.
Master.
‐May I ask you something?
‐Of course.
The mask...
Why did you make me wear a mask?
‐Because masks...
‐
make men cruel.
That's what you wanted?
For me to be cruel?
I had eight years to kill.
Having a worthy adversary...
helped keep me sane.
Was I, Master?
Was I a worthy adversary?
No.
But you put on a hell of a show.
All: Bye, Master. Bye, Master.
Bye, Master. Bye, Master...
‐Bye, Master.
‐Goodbye, Master...
Bye, Master. Bye, Master...
Goodbye,
Master.
Godspeed.
Female:
Hello, Adrian.
Welcome aboard.
Please prepare
for launch in five,
four, three,
two, one.
Artificial gravity, enabled.
Leaving atmosphere.
Launch successful.
Adrian, your return journey
to Earth has begun.
To prevent dehydration,
starvation,
and potential insanity,
please step into the chamber
for preservation.
Would you place your hands
on your hips, please?
Excellent. Good night.
My love,
I know the timing
of this is not ideal,
but I need to do this now
because it's possible
he might say something.
I'm your mother.
You must be thirsty.
I have to admit,
I was pretty surprised
when the images
from the probe came back,
and I saw you,
and your message.
Were those bodies that
you made the letters with?
Wow. There must be
a cool story behind that.
‐ ‐But the fact
that you took the time
to spell out "daughter..."
it meant a lot
to be acknowledged.
Especially since you
said you never would.
It must've been hard
to completely cave,
to humble yourself like that,
Dad.
Manhattan...
sent me there.
He's here on Earth...
passing as a human.
Oh, I've known about
that for a while now.
I'm going to destroy him
and absorb his power
in about an hour.
What?
Manhattan.
He's here in Tulsa,
right now.
I brought you back so you
could be here in person
to watch me achieve anything,
having started from nothing.
Hmm.
Lady Trieu: You should
change before we go.
What's wrong
with what I'm wearing?
I thought these were more
appropriate for a man your age.
Hello, Mr. Veidt.
I'm Bian.
You cloned your mother?
I told you
he might say something.
Woman : The Millennium
Clock is now activated.
All blue team personnel,
please report
to the transport bay
for deployment.
Veidt:
My God.
You actually built it.
It's beautiful.
Thank you.
Now, we have
a god to kill.
Let's roll out, shall we?
Lady Trieu: Hi.
I'm here to pick up my papers.
Lady Trieu.
Never thought
I'd see you in the flesh.
Well, take a good look.
This is the last
time I'll be in it.
The time capsule.
‐You have a good night, sir.
‐Oh, you too, young lady.
That's a great hat.
Veidt:
Good God!
Robert Redford is
still president?
Yeah, tell me about it.
Hey...
You know who you look like?
‐No, tell me.
‐Adrian Veidt.
‐Huh.
‐Ozymandias, huh?
Not exactly, I mean, but...
well, you could do
birthday parties and shit.
May I ask you
what everybody thinks
happened to him?
Oh, nobody cares.
He ghosted 10 years ago.
Man's old news.
But I heard...
that one day, he just
walked into the jungle
and never came back.
He's living with the animals,
like Tarzan or some shit.
‐That's absurd.
‐Oh, yeah?
So, what do you think
happened to him?
He was stranded
on a moon of Jupiter,
quietly going insane.
Jesus Christ.
"Israel is desolate,
"and her seed is no more.
"And Palestine has
become a widow
for Egypt."
What?
It's the end,
my friend.
The end is nigh.
Get the fuck off of me!
Blake: Jesus.
That's Senator Keene Sr., isn't it?
Never would've had him
pegged as a secret racist.
Shut up.
Looks like you're getting
ready for quite a show.
‐You wanna tell me what we're all
waiting for? ‐Man : Come in!
‐
‐Fuck, are you there?
Come in!
Yeah. What's up?
Abar just came out of the house.
She's shooting at us!
‐ ‐Shit.
We got a situation.
What do you mean,
we got a situation?
Wade : Stay cool.
Don't look at me.
I said don't look at me.
‐Keene: What the hell's going on?
‐Wade: Sit tight.
‐Keene: Talk to me, goddammit!
‐Wade: Soon as I get a chance,
I'll get us
outta here.
- ‐Keene: Who's fucking shooting?
- ‐Blake : Mirror Guy?
It's Looking Glass.
I don't give a fuck
if she's shooting back.
You take the shot.
These fuckers brought me
here to flip on Angela,
then showed up at my house
to try and kill me.
I came back to get something.
‐What the fuck's going on here?
‐Keene: Fucking answer!
‐Who's the cage for?
‐Wade: Damned if I know.
Take the shot, goddammit.
‐
‐Man: Yeah!
Jon...
Holy shit.
It worked.
It worked.
I got you!
You blue fuck!
I got you.
Where is he?
You can't stop it.
We've got him.
‐
‐
‐
‐Where is he?
He had all the power
in the world.
Still too lazy or too stupid
to do anything with it.
‐
‐
You got seven more left,
then I'm gonna start
on your motherfucking teeth.
Now...
‐
‐
where is he?!
Thirty‐four years ago,
Adrian Veidt unleashed
his monster on the world.
No, not his giant
one‐eyed octopus,
but his puppet president.
First, he took our guns.
And then, he made us say sorry.
Over and over again.
Sorry.
Sorry for
the alleged sins
of those who died decades
before we were born.
Sorry for the color
of our skin.
All we wanted was
to get cops in masks,
take some power back,
start ourselves a little culture war.
And if we control
both sides of it,
then I could come riding up
on a white horse,
right into the White House.
Yeah, I'll admit,
it was a little half‐baked.
But then, three years ago,
the White Night.
We sent out a bunch of our
guys to get the war rolling,
and it goes exactly as planned,
until my phone rings.
It's Mike over there,
and he's all fucked up.
He tells me
he's calling from a payphone
in Gila Flats, New Mexico.
And that makes no sense
at all 'cause I just saw Mike,
half‐hour before he drove off to
shoot some cops here in Tulsa.
So, I said,
"Mike, how the fuck
are you in Gila Flats,
New Mexico?"
‐Mike: I got teleported.
‐He got teleported.
Now, there's only one fella
who can zap people
wherever he wants,
and it just so happens
he was born in Gila Flats.
Ladies and gentlemen,
our guest of honor,
Dr. Manhattan.
The most powerful
being in the world,
incognito,
delivered unto us
right here in Oklahoma!
How can that be a coincidence?
A thermodynamic miracle.
Judd, Jane Crawford
got close to the family,
while we spent
the next three years
trying to figure out how
to catch little boy blue
and get his brain
hopping around in time.
When are you now, Doc?
It's... 1985.
All we ever see of stars are
their old photographs.
The bars are made
of synthetic lithium.
Only way to get it is
from old watch batteries.
We had to melt down
a zillion of them
to make a cage this fucker
couldn't get out of,
and now...
it is time to melt him down.
When Judd got killed,
I couldn't resist
inviting Agent Blake down here.
See, she actually used to be
the Doc here's girlfriend.
Seems only fair
someone who cares
about him should be
here when he dies.
You look stupid
in those panties.
I'm about to become the most
powerful man alive, Laurie.
Waving my dick in people's
faces is just overkill.
Yee‐haw!
Let's get blue.
‐Angela: Stop!
‐
‐Do not get in there.
‐Blake: Angela.
‐What are you doing here?
‐Just getting kidnapped,
held against my will.
How about you?
Listen to me. Whatever
you think is gonna happen
when you turn this thing on,
‐it's not gonna happen. ‐And how do
you even know what we're doing here?
Because Lady Trieu knows.
However long you've
been planning your shit,
‐she's been planning hers longer.
‐Keene: Come on, Angela.
You're gonna say whatever it
takes to save your husband here.
Uh...
I'm putting my gun down
'cause I need you
to fucking listen.
Trieu just told me an hour ago
that you were gonna try this,
and that she was gonna stop you.
If she wants to stop me,
then where the hell is she?
She's all over
your power source.
‐These batteries‐‐ ‐We stole
those from her work site‐‐
Because she let you.
You flip that switch,
it's only because she wants you
‐to flip it.
‐Angela...
I am gonna squeeze
your man like a grape
and drink him all up.
You can either watch me do it,
or I can have
my guys put you down
like the black bitch you are
and spare you the misery.
Shoot this motherfucker now.
Wade:
And then what?
Don't do this!
‐
‐
‐
‐
Lady Trieu:
Detective Abar?
I wasn't
expecting you.
‐I'm so sorry you have to see this.
‐What's happening?
I'm fulfilling my promise
to your grandfather.
He gave me your husband,
and I'm giving him justice.
Adrian?
Ms. Juspeczyk,
what a pleasant surprise.
Aw shit.
Am I dead?
No.
But the night is young.
May I have your
attention, please.
Your ears are probably
still ringing,
and you may be
a little nauseated.
It's a side effect
of the teleportation.
Hey, where's
Senator Keene?
Wait a second.
Is he... in there?
Let's let him out, shall we?
He's not gonna wanna miss this.
Jesus!
Well...
Thanks for catching
Dr. Manhattan.
That's the only way
he wouldn't see me coming.
But absorbing atomic energy
without filtering it first,
it's gonna pop you
like a water balloon every time.
‐What do you want from us?
‐Great question. Bian.
Do you have that paper
Mr. Reeves gave me?
"You represent the senior
leadership of Cyclops,
"an organization
that has terrorized
"and victimized men,
"women, and children
of color for a century,
"including this very place,
"the site of the Greenwood
Massacre of 1921.
"You have plundered,
and pillaged,
"and murdered in the name
of white supremacy.
‐Your crimes‐‐"
‐Jane: Just do it.
Excuse me?
We don't wanna hear
your little speech.
Just fucking do it.
Do... what?
You're gonna kill us, right?
Oh yeah.
Of course I am.
Jesus fuck!
Where are we?
Karnak.
This is my office.
Why the fuck would
he send us to your office?
To save the day, of course.
Where did you send them?!
‐Away.
‐Away where?!
Janey?
What's up? Are you cold?
I can raise the temperature‐‐
Lady Trieu:
My father!
Do you have any idea
what it took for me
to bring him here for this?
As far as I know, there is
no situation in Afghanistan
currently requiring
my attention.
Oh, you think I need
an audience for this?
I don't.
Jon, what's going on?
The... cage is affecting me.
It's hard to be present.
Blake and the others,
you sent them somewhere to help?
Yes.
Then, why didn't you send me?
Because I don't wanna
be alone when I die.
Don't touch the light, Angela.
What light?
Tulsa, Oklahoma,
is that where we just were?
‐Blake: Yeah.
‐When's the last time there was
an extra‐dimensional
incursion there?
What?
Baby squids falling out of the
sky‐‐ when's the last time?
Three weeks ago.
‐
‐
‐
‐Damn it.
So, this is where
you sent it from?
The big one,
back in '85?
‐You told him?
‐I didn't say shit.
You knew?
Did they tell
everybody in the FBI?
You work for the FBI?
I'm their top
vigilante hunter.
You slaughtered
half of New York,
single‐handedly.
‐Unassisted mass murder on a scale...
‐Oh, God.
Not seen in human history.
I saved humanity,
you ignorant hayseed.
Now, if you'd kindly
stop distracting me,
I would very much
like to save it again.
Tulsa, Oklahoma,
locked and loaded.
Dr. Manhattan:
Pay attention.
You will all return
to your homes.
Jon, tell me what to do.
Angela, it's almost time.
You need to go now.
No, you have to fight.
I can't hold myself together.
You have to try!
You need to move away.
It's not safe.
I'm not moving away.
I'm here. I'm staying.
You have to stay.
Angela:
Jon!
Jon, come back.
Where are you?
I'm in every moment...
we were together,
all at once.
I love you, Angela.
‐
‐Reruns.
I'll show her
a goddamned rerun!
You, there's a temperature
gauge in that corner.
What's the current reading?
‐Forty‐eight degrees.
‐
Veidt: Turn it down to
22, exactly 22.
What the fuck
are you doing?
Baby squids,
I designed them to be harmless,
to dissolve shortly
after impact.
No reason to incur damage
and casualties, but...
if I freeze them
before transport,
it'll be like firing
a Gatling gun from the heavens.
Do you think we'll really
be able to save Jon?
Oh, I'm sure Jon's dead already.
But we have a window
of opportunity...
while her precious
quantum centrifuge
prepares his energy
for transfer.
Transfer into what?
Into...
a most worthy adversary.
Blake: What's she going to do
with his power once she's got it?
Veidt: She claims she's
gonna fix the world.
‐Wade: How do you know she won't?
‐Veidt: Because she is clearly
a raging narcissist
whose ambition
knows no limits.
It's hubris, literal hubris.
Anyone who seeks to attain
the power of a god
must be prevented at all
costs from attaining it.
But, believe me, that girl
will not rest until she has
us all prostrate before her,
kissing her tiny blue feet.
Raging
narcissist, huh?
Opus esse uno,
unum cognoscendi.
It takes one to know one.
Everyone and everything
within five square blocks
is about to be obliterated.
I hope there's no one
down there you care about.
Bian:
Detective Abar?
Detective Abar?
‐
‐Are you okay?
You need to tell
your friends to leave.
They have to go
or they'll get hurt.
‐
‐
‐Hello? ‐Blake : You
need to take cover. Where's Angela?
Where's Angela?!
It's for you.
- ‐Hello?
- It's Blake.
You need to run,
right now! Get inside!
They're coming any second!
Oh. Where are you?
They're coming from the sky!
‐
‐
No!
Blake:
Run, Angela! Fucking run!
They got the wind knocked outta
them when he zapped them here.
But they're okay.
They been
sleeping a while.
‐What do they know?
‐Oh, not much.
I told them you was on the way
and that I was family.
Is he gone?
Yes.
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
How about her? Is she gone, too?
Her, too.
Not nearly as sorry about that.
‐ ‐Making the deal
with her was his idea.
He knew he was going to die.
And you helped him.
Well, we helped each other.
He came to me right
after he met you.
You take my pills?
I did.
Ah.
Now, you know everything.
My origin story.
I was sitting in this
exact spot almost...
a hundred years ago.
This was a silent movie house
before they built it back up.
My mama played the piano
right over there.
It burnt, too.
Last thing I saw
before my world ended
was Bass Reeves,
the Black Marshal of Oklahoma.
Fifteen feet tall in flickering
black and white.
"Trust in the law," he said.
And I did.
So, I took his name
after Tulsa burned.
He was my hero.
That's why I became a cop.
Then, I realized,
there was a reason
Bass Reeves hid his face.
So, I hid mine, too.
Hooded Justice.
Will:
Mm. The hood.
When I put it on,
you felt what I felt?
Anger.
Yeah, that's what
I thought, too.
But it wasn't.
It was fear... and hurt.
You can't heal
under a mask, Angela.
Wounds need air.
He wanted me to give him up.
He told me you'd
try to save him,
but this was the way
it had to be.
You can't make an omelet without
breaking a couple of eggs.
What the hell is that
supposed to mean?
That's just something he said,
when we met way back then.
He said you would understand
when the time was right.
Well, I don't.
Then the time ain't right.
Where are you staying?
A motel down the block.
If it's still there.
We have a guest room.
You can come home
and stay if you want.
Just for a couple of nights.
Just for a couple of nights.
Veidt:
She was buried in the ice.
I had to tinker a bit
to get her up and running,
but she should get you
back to civilization.
Archie.
Now, it's my understanding
the police use Dreiberg's design
for their own airships,
so I assume you
know how to fly it?
‐lndeed, I do.
‐Veidt: Well, then...
It's been a hoot.
‐Blake: Are you coming with us.
‐Excuse me?
You killed three million people,
Adrian. You're under arrest.
Ha! That's funny.
You got me for a moment.
I'm not joking.
Oh, Laurie, please.
‐You have no proof.
‐Wade: I do.
This is your confession,
explaining to Redford what
you did and how you did it.
So, I suppose the FBI is gonna
arrest the president, too?
Sure. Why not?
Because the world...
will end.
Yeah.
People keep saying that,
but it never seems to happen.
You kept this secret
all this time,
and now,
you're having misgivings.
People change, Adrian.
At least, some of us do.
Who do you think you are
to hold judgment over me, huh?
I saved mankind.
Again!
And you have the audacity to‐‐
‐
‐Ooh!
That guy talks to much.
He surely fucking does.
Will:
You need a hand?
No, I got it.
Phew! I'm gonna sleep
for two straight days.
‐
‐Okay.
He was a good man.
I'm sorry he's gone.
But, uh... considering
what he could do...
he could've done more.
Watch the eggs.
Angela:
So, that's a thing you can do?
Give someone your powers?
Dr. Manhattan:
I suppose, I could transfer
my atomic components
into some sort of
organic material.
If someone were to consume it,
they would inherit,
as you call them, my powers.
Angela: So,
you could put them in this egg,
and if I ate it,
I could walk on water?
Dr. Manhattan:
Theoretically, yes.
of completing my life's work.
So then tell me
what your clock does.
No.
Enjoy your cake.
You're wrong about Cyclops.
We're about restoring balance
when our country forgets
the principles...
And it is difficult
to be a white man in America.
So I'm thinking...
I might try being a blue one.
In less than an hour,
they're going to capture
Dr. Manhattan,
and they're going
to destroy him.
And then they're going
to become him.
Jon, I woke you up because
the Kalvary knows who you are.
They want to kill you.
Let's stop them.
You can't stop them...
because it's already happening.
We win.
I'm sorry.
Jon!
Veidt:
All right, action.
Hello, Robert.
Adrian Veidt here.
Assuming my instructions have
been followed to the letter,
today is January 21st, 1993,
and you were just inaugurated.
Allow me to be amongst
the very first to say,
congratulations,
President Redford.
Sir,
I am recording this message
on November 1st, 1985,
seven years in your past.
How could I predict that you
would be elected president
with such incredible accuracy?
Because I didn't predict it.
‐
‐I‐‐ All right.
Go again. Action.
Because I didn't predict it.
I planned it.
Here,
in '85, the end is nigh.
Nuclear holocaust
between the United States
and Russia is imminent.
Fortunately,
I've planned for this, too.
And the only way to stave off
mankind's extinction
is with a weapon more powerful
than any atomic device.
That weapon is fear.
And I, Mr. President,
am it's architect.
Fuck you, Ozymandias.
‐
‐
What?!
Mr. Veidt!
I'm sorry to bother you.
I was hoping I could talk‐‐
I don't talk to fans.
I don't care how long it's
taken you to get to Antarctica.
And you may certainly
not use my restroom.
Good day.
You killed
three million people.
Back in '85, you manufactured
a trans‐dimensional being
and then teleported
it to New York City.
That...
is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.
That's its brilliance!
A giant alien squid
to stave off nuclear holocaust.
Only the smartest man in the
world could come up with that.
And no one even gives
you credit for it.
‐Who are you?
‐Well, Mr. Veidt,
I'm the smartest
woman in the world.
And I just wanted
to thank you for saving it.
Would you care
for some tea?
Veidt: Redford won't
even return my calls.
He said he would've won
even without my help.
‐As if some cowboy actor...
‐
could attain the presidency.
I teleport them
into the stratosphere.
At that altitude,
even the most
trained meteorologist
can't tell the difference
between a cloud of cephalopods
and a tropical storm.
How do you decide
where to drop them?
I don't decide.
I wrote a randomizing
algorithm
to deter amateur sleuths
looking for any kind of pattern.
The entire system
is automated.
This is truly amazing,
Mr. Veidt.
But it's a rerun.
Excuse me?
A rerun.
You had a genius idea
20 years ago,
but you're still
doing the same thing.
Just smaller.
Great, you stopped the clock,
but what happens if
you let it start up again?
What happens is we're right
back where we left off.
Without a constant reminder
of otherworldly threat,
the world's
superpowers would start
pointing their arsenals
at each other again.
What if I could make every nuclear
weapon on the planet disappear?
Please!
If that could be done,
I'd have already done it.
Ah, but you're
just a man, Mr. Veidt.
You have limitations.
And I suppose
a woman doesn't?
Of course I do.
But...
there is someone with...
no limitations.
So, you've come here
'cause you think I can get
in touch with him on Mars,
that I've got some
kind of... hotline.
He's not on Mars.
That's just a decoy,
going through a series
of predetermined motions to...
deter amateur sleuths
looking for any kind of pattern.
I believe the actual
Dr. Manhattan
is hiding out
on a moon of Jupiter.
And what, dear girl,
is that belief based upon?
Manhattan emits a very specific
radioactive frequency.
I built a subspace antenna
to scan the galaxy and...
lo and behold,
I got a ping.
‐A ping?
‐
So,
a few months ago,
I launched a probe,
and in exactly
five years, 72 days,
nine hours, and...
17 minutes, that probe
will be
orbiting Europa,
taking photo images of
the Big Blue Cheese himself
and beaming them
back here to me.
Veidt: It seems like a
lot of effort just to be
an intergalactic paparazza.
So, what do you do when you got
your candid shot of Manhattan?
Sell it to the tabloids?
No. I just need
to confirm where he is
before I destroy him
and take his power.
‐What?
‐lf I can take his power,
I can fix the world.
Disappear the nukes,
end starvation,
clean the air.
All the things
he should have done.
I've already designed
a quantum centrifuge
capable of absorbing
his energy,
so I can transfer
it into me.
I just can't afford
to build the thing.
Veidt:
Ah.
So, I was hoping
you would stake me
$42 billion.
And why would you hope that?
Because I'm your daughter.
That's impossible.
‐Why?
‐For one,
because I've never
given myself to a woman.
Like Alexander the Great,
I believe such hedonistic
activity is a distraction‐‐
Alexander
the Great.
‐That's him right there?
‐Yeah.
Hmm.
And the refrigerated vault
with all your vials of cum...
that's behind
Alexander, right?
Hi.
I'm sample two‐three‐four‐six.
But you can call me Trieu.
Her name was Bian.
She was one of
the Vietnamese refugees
working here in '85.
She shot herself up
with some of your legacy,
and slipped out
into the night.
And you didn't even
notice she was gone
because she was
just a cleaning woman.
She was not just
a cleaning woman.
She was a thief.
And your genius...
wasn't given,
it was stolen.
You have the audacity
to come here for a handout?
When my parents died,
I inherited wealth
beyond imagining,
and I gave it away
because I wanted
to demonstrate
that I could
achieve anything,
starting from nothing.
And that is
what I offer you,
sample two‐three‐four‐six...
‐nothing.
‐
And I will never call you,
"daughter."
Come on, Adrian. Make a wish.
‐
‐
Ah!
Game Warden:
Master Veidt!
Return to your cell, sir!
Never.
Do not make me do this.
Alas, I must
make you do it.
‐Stop!
‐No.
‐Stop.
‐I will not.
‐
‐
Philips:
Master!
Master, look out!
I will not let you go!
I will not... let you go!
I will not let you go!
I will not let you go‐‐
‐
‐
Warden: Aah!
Shh, shh, shh!
‐
‐
It's almost over.
Master.
‐May I ask you something?
‐Of course.
The mask...
Why did you make me wear a mask?
‐Because masks...
‐
make men cruel.
That's what you wanted?
For me to be cruel?
I had eight years to kill.
Having a worthy adversary...
helped keep me sane.
Was I, Master?
Was I a worthy adversary?
No.
But you put on a hell of a show.
All: Bye, Master. Bye, Master.
Bye, Master. Bye, Master...
‐Bye, Master.
‐Goodbye, Master...
Bye, Master. Bye, Master...
Goodbye,
Master.
Godspeed.
Female:
Hello, Adrian.
Welcome aboard.
Please prepare
for launch in five,
four, three,
two, one.
Artificial gravity, enabled.
Leaving atmosphere.
Launch successful.
Adrian, your return journey
to Earth has begun.
To prevent dehydration,
starvation,
and potential insanity,
please step into the chamber
for preservation.
Would you place your hands
on your hips, please?
Excellent. Good night.
My love,
I know the timing
of this is not ideal,
but I need to do this now
because it's possible
he might say something.
I'm your mother.
You must be thirsty.
I have to admit,
I was pretty surprised
when the images
from the probe came back,
and I saw you,
and your message.
Were those bodies that
you made the letters with?
Wow. There must be
a cool story behind that.
‐ ‐But the fact
that you took the time
to spell out "daughter..."
it meant a lot
to be acknowledged.
Especially since you
said you never would.
It must've been hard
to completely cave,
to humble yourself like that,
Dad.
Manhattan...
sent me there.
He's here on Earth...
passing as a human.
Oh, I've known about
that for a while now.
I'm going to destroy him
and absorb his power
in about an hour.
What?
Manhattan.
He's here in Tulsa,
right now.
I brought you back so you
could be here in person
to watch me achieve anything,
having started from nothing.
Hmm.
Lady Trieu: You should
change before we go.
What's wrong
with what I'm wearing?
I thought these were more
appropriate for a man your age.
Hello, Mr. Veidt.
I'm Bian.
You cloned your mother?
I told you
he might say something.
Woman : The Millennium
Clock is now activated.
All blue team personnel,
please report
to the transport bay
for deployment.
Veidt:
My God.
You actually built it.
It's beautiful.
Thank you.
Now, we have
a god to kill.
Let's roll out, shall we?
Lady Trieu: Hi.
I'm here to pick up my papers.
Lady Trieu.
Never thought
I'd see you in the flesh.
Well, take a good look.
This is the last
time I'll be in it.
The time capsule.
‐You have a good night, sir.
‐Oh, you too, young lady.
That's a great hat.
Veidt:
Good God!
Robert Redford is
still president?
Yeah, tell me about it.
Hey...
You know who you look like?
‐No, tell me.
‐Adrian Veidt.
‐Huh.
‐Ozymandias, huh?
Not exactly, I mean, but...
well, you could do
birthday parties and shit.
May I ask you
what everybody thinks
happened to him?
Oh, nobody cares.
He ghosted 10 years ago.
Man's old news.
But I heard...
that one day, he just
walked into the jungle
and never came back.
He's living with the animals,
like Tarzan or some shit.
‐That's absurd.
‐Oh, yeah?
So, what do you think
happened to him?
He was stranded
on a moon of Jupiter,
quietly going insane.
Jesus Christ.
"Israel is desolate,
"and her seed is no more.
"And Palestine has
become a widow
for Egypt."
What?
It's the end,
my friend.
The end is nigh.
Get the fuck off of me!
Blake: Jesus.
That's Senator Keene Sr., isn't it?
Never would've had him
pegged as a secret racist.
Shut up.
Looks like you're getting
ready for quite a show.
‐You wanna tell me what we're all
waiting for? ‐Man : Come in!
‐
‐Fuck, are you there?
Come in!
Yeah. What's up?
Abar just came out of the house.
She's shooting at us!
‐ ‐Shit.
We got a situation.
What do you mean,
we got a situation?
Wade : Stay cool.
Don't look at me.
I said don't look at me.
‐Keene: What the hell's going on?
‐Wade: Sit tight.
‐Keene: Talk to me, goddammit!
‐Wade: Soon as I get a chance,
I'll get us
outta here.
- ‐Keene: Who's fucking shooting?
- ‐Blake : Mirror Guy?
It's Looking Glass.
I don't give a fuck
if she's shooting back.
You take the shot.
These fuckers brought me
here to flip on Angela,
then showed up at my house
to try and kill me.
I came back to get something.
‐What the fuck's going on here?
‐Keene: Fucking answer!
‐Who's the cage for?
‐Wade: Damned if I know.
Take the shot, goddammit.
‐
‐Man: Yeah!
Jon...
Holy shit.
It worked.
It worked.
I got you!
You blue fuck!
I got you.
Where is he?
You can't stop it.
We've got him.
‐
‐
‐
‐Where is he?
He had all the power
in the world.
Still too lazy or too stupid
to do anything with it.
‐
‐
You got seven more left,
then I'm gonna start
on your motherfucking teeth.
Now...
‐
‐
where is he?!
Thirty‐four years ago,
Adrian Veidt unleashed
his monster on the world.
No, not his giant
one‐eyed octopus,
but his puppet president.
First, he took our guns.
And then, he made us say sorry.
Over and over again.
Sorry.
Sorry for
the alleged sins
of those who died decades
before we were born.
Sorry for the color
of our skin.
All we wanted was
to get cops in masks,
take some power back,
start ourselves a little culture war.
And if we control
both sides of it,
then I could come riding up
on a white horse,
right into the White House.
Yeah, I'll admit,
it was a little half‐baked.
But then, three years ago,
the White Night.
We sent out a bunch of our
guys to get the war rolling,
and it goes exactly as planned,
until my phone rings.
It's Mike over there,
and he's all fucked up.
He tells me
he's calling from a payphone
in Gila Flats, New Mexico.
And that makes no sense
at all 'cause I just saw Mike,
half‐hour before he drove off to
shoot some cops here in Tulsa.
So, I said,
"Mike, how the fuck
are you in Gila Flats,
New Mexico?"
‐Mike: I got teleported.
‐He got teleported.
Now, there's only one fella
who can zap people
wherever he wants,
and it just so happens
he was born in Gila Flats.
Ladies and gentlemen,
our guest of honor,
Dr. Manhattan.
The most powerful
being in the world,
incognito,
delivered unto us
right here in Oklahoma!
How can that be a coincidence?
A thermodynamic miracle.
Judd, Jane Crawford
got close to the family,
while we spent
the next three years
trying to figure out how
to catch little boy blue
and get his brain
hopping around in time.
When are you now, Doc?
It's... 1985.
All we ever see of stars are
their old photographs.
The bars are made
of synthetic lithium.
Only way to get it is
from old watch batteries.
We had to melt down
a zillion of them
to make a cage this fucker
couldn't get out of,
and now...
it is time to melt him down.
When Judd got killed,
I couldn't resist
inviting Agent Blake down here.
See, she actually used to be
the Doc here's girlfriend.
Seems only fair
someone who cares
about him should be
here when he dies.
You look stupid
in those panties.
I'm about to become the most
powerful man alive, Laurie.
Waving my dick in people's
faces is just overkill.
Yee‐haw!
Let's get blue.
‐Angela: Stop!
‐
‐Do not get in there.
‐Blake: Angela.
‐What are you doing here?
‐Just getting kidnapped,
held against my will.
How about you?
Listen to me. Whatever
you think is gonna happen
when you turn this thing on,
‐it's not gonna happen. ‐And how do
you even know what we're doing here?
Because Lady Trieu knows.
However long you've
been planning your shit,
‐she's been planning hers longer.
‐Keene: Come on, Angela.
You're gonna say whatever it
takes to save your husband here.
Uh...
I'm putting my gun down
'cause I need you
to fucking listen.
Trieu just told me an hour ago
that you were gonna try this,
and that she was gonna stop you.
If she wants to stop me,
then where the hell is she?
She's all over
your power source.
‐These batteries‐‐ ‐We stole
those from her work site‐‐
Because she let you.
You flip that switch,
it's only because she wants you
‐to flip it.
‐Angela...
I am gonna squeeze
your man like a grape
and drink him all up.
You can either watch me do it,
or I can have
my guys put you down
like the black bitch you are
and spare you the misery.
Shoot this motherfucker now.
Wade:
And then what?
Don't do this!
‐
‐
‐
‐
Lady Trieu:
Detective Abar?
I wasn't
expecting you.
‐I'm so sorry you have to see this.
‐What's happening?
I'm fulfilling my promise
to your grandfather.
He gave me your husband,
and I'm giving him justice.
Adrian?
Ms. Juspeczyk,
what a pleasant surprise.
Aw shit.
Am I dead?
No.
But the night is young.
May I have your
attention, please.
Your ears are probably
still ringing,
and you may be
a little nauseated.
It's a side effect
of the teleportation.
Hey, where's
Senator Keene?
Wait a second.
Is he... in there?
Let's let him out, shall we?
He's not gonna wanna miss this.
Jesus!
Well...
Thanks for catching
Dr. Manhattan.
That's the only way
he wouldn't see me coming.
But absorbing atomic energy
without filtering it first,
it's gonna pop you
like a water balloon every time.
‐What do you want from us?
‐Great question. Bian.
Do you have that paper
Mr. Reeves gave me?
"You represent the senior
leadership of Cyclops,
"an organization
that has terrorized
"and victimized men,
"women, and children
of color for a century,
"including this very place,
"the site of the Greenwood
Massacre of 1921.
"You have plundered,
and pillaged,
"and murdered in the name
of white supremacy.
‐Your crimes‐‐"
‐Jane: Just do it.
Excuse me?
We don't wanna hear
your little speech.
Just fucking do it.
Do... what?
You're gonna kill us, right?
Oh yeah.
Of course I am.
Jesus fuck!
Where are we?
Karnak.
This is my office.
Why the fuck would
he send us to your office?
To save the day, of course.
Where did you send them?!
‐Away.
‐Away where?!
Janey?
What's up? Are you cold?
I can raise the temperature‐‐
Lady Trieu:
My father!
Do you have any idea
what it took for me
to bring him here for this?
As far as I know, there is
no situation in Afghanistan
currently requiring
my attention.
Oh, you think I need
an audience for this?
I don't.
Jon, what's going on?
The... cage is affecting me.
It's hard to be present.
Blake and the others,
you sent them somewhere to help?
Yes.
Then, why didn't you send me?
Because I don't wanna
be alone when I die.
Don't touch the light, Angela.
What light?
Tulsa, Oklahoma,
is that where we just were?
‐Blake: Yeah.
‐When's the last time there was
an extra‐dimensional
incursion there?
What?
Baby squids falling out of the
sky‐‐ when's the last time?
Three weeks ago.
‐
‐
‐
‐Damn it.
So, this is where
you sent it from?
The big one,
back in '85?
‐You told him?
‐I didn't say shit.
You knew?
Did they tell
everybody in the FBI?
You work for the FBI?
I'm their top
vigilante hunter.
You slaughtered
half of New York,
single‐handedly.
‐Unassisted mass murder on a scale...
‐Oh, God.
Not seen in human history.
I saved humanity,
you ignorant hayseed.
Now, if you'd kindly
stop distracting me,
I would very much
like to save it again.
Tulsa, Oklahoma,
locked and loaded.
Dr. Manhattan:
Pay attention.
You will all return
to your homes.
Jon, tell me what to do.
Angela, it's almost time.
You need to go now.
No, you have to fight.
I can't hold myself together.
You have to try!
You need to move away.
It's not safe.
I'm not moving away.
I'm here. I'm staying.
You have to stay.
Angela:
Jon!
Jon, come back.
Where are you?
I'm in every moment...
we were together,
all at once.
I love you, Angela.
‐
‐Reruns.
I'll show her
a goddamned rerun!
You, there's a temperature
gauge in that corner.
What's the current reading?
‐Forty‐eight degrees.
‐
Veidt: Turn it down to
22, exactly 22.
What the fuck
are you doing?
Baby squids,
I designed them to be harmless,
to dissolve shortly
after impact.
No reason to incur damage
and casualties, but...
if I freeze them
before transport,
it'll be like firing
a Gatling gun from the heavens.
Do you think we'll really
be able to save Jon?
Oh, I'm sure Jon's dead already.
But we have a window
of opportunity...
while her precious
quantum centrifuge
prepares his energy
for transfer.
Transfer into what?
Into...
a most worthy adversary.
Blake: What's she going to do
with his power once she's got it?
Veidt: She claims she's
gonna fix the world.
‐Wade: How do you know she won't?
‐Veidt: Because she is clearly
a raging narcissist
whose ambition
knows no limits.
It's hubris, literal hubris.
Anyone who seeks to attain
the power of a god
must be prevented at all
costs from attaining it.
But, believe me, that girl
will not rest until she has
us all prostrate before her,
kissing her tiny blue feet.
Raging
narcissist, huh?
Opus esse uno,
unum cognoscendi.
It takes one to know one.
Everyone and everything
within five square blocks
is about to be obliterated.
I hope there's no one
down there you care about.
Bian:
Detective Abar?
Detective Abar?
‐
‐Are you okay?
You need to tell
your friends to leave.
They have to go
or they'll get hurt.
‐
‐
‐Hello? ‐Blake : You
need to take cover. Where's Angela?
Where's Angela?!
It's for you.
- ‐Hello?
- It's Blake.
You need to run,
right now! Get inside!
They're coming any second!
Oh. Where are you?
They're coming from the sky!
‐
‐
No!
Blake:
Run, Angela! Fucking run!
They got the wind knocked outta
them when he zapped them here.
But they're okay.
They been
sleeping a while.
‐What do they know?
‐Oh, not much.
I told them you was on the way
and that I was family.
Is he gone?
Yes.
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
How about her? Is she gone, too?
Her, too.
Not nearly as sorry about that.
‐ ‐Making the deal
with her was his idea.
He knew he was going to die.
And you helped him.
Well, we helped each other.
He came to me right
after he met you.
You take my pills?
I did.
Ah.
Now, you know everything.
My origin story.
I was sitting in this
exact spot almost...
a hundred years ago.
This was a silent movie house
before they built it back up.
My mama played the piano
right over there.
It burnt, too.
Last thing I saw
before my world ended
was Bass Reeves,
the Black Marshal of Oklahoma.
Fifteen feet tall in flickering
black and white.
"Trust in the law," he said.
And I did.
So, I took his name
after Tulsa burned.
He was my hero.
That's why I became a cop.
Then, I realized,
there was a reason
Bass Reeves hid his face.
So, I hid mine, too.
Hooded Justice.
Will:
Mm. The hood.
When I put it on,
you felt what I felt?
Anger.
Yeah, that's what
I thought, too.
But it wasn't.
It was fear... and hurt.
You can't heal
under a mask, Angela.
Wounds need air.
He wanted me to give him up.
He told me you'd
try to save him,
but this was the way
it had to be.
You can't make an omelet without
breaking a couple of eggs.
What the hell is that
supposed to mean?
That's just something he said,
when we met way back then.
He said you would understand
when the time was right.
Well, I don't.
Then the time ain't right.
Where are you staying?
A motel down the block.
If it's still there.
We have a guest room.
You can come home
and stay if you want.
Just for a couple of nights.
Just for a couple of nights.
Veidt:
She was buried in the ice.
I had to tinker a bit
to get her up and running,
but she should get you
back to civilization.
Archie.
Now, it's my understanding
the police use Dreiberg's design
for their own airships,
so I assume you
know how to fly it?
‐lndeed, I do.
‐Veidt: Well, then...
It's been a hoot.
‐Blake: Are you coming with us.
‐Excuse me?
You killed three million people,
Adrian. You're under arrest.
Ha! That's funny.
You got me for a moment.
I'm not joking.
Oh, Laurie, please.
‐You have no proof.
‐Wade: I do.
This is your confession,
explaining to Redford what
you did and how you did it.
So, I suppose the FBI is gonna
arrest the president, too?
Sure. Why not?
Because the world...
will end.
Yeah.
People keep saying that,
but it never seems to happen.
You kept this secret
all this time,
and now,
you're having misgivings.
People change, Adrian.
At least, some of us do.
Who do you think you are
to hold judgment over me, huh?
I saved mankind.
Again!
And you have the audacity to‐‐
‐
‐Ooh!
That guy talks to much.
He surely fucking does.
Will:
You need a hand?
No, I got it.
Phew! I'm gonna sleep
for two straight days.
‐
‐Okay.
He was a good man.
I'm sorry he's gone.
But, uh... considering
what he could do...
he could've done more.
Watch the eggs.
Angela:
So, that's a thing you can do?
Give someone your powers?
Dr. Manhattan:
I suppose, I could transfer
my atomic components
into some sort of
organic material.
If someone were to consume it,
they would inherit,
as you call them, my powers.
Angela: So,
you could put them in this egg,
and if I ate it,
I could walk on water?
Dr. Manhattan:
Theoretically, yes.