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1.Rorschach's journal, October 12th, 1985. Dogs carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on the burst stomach. The city is afraid of me. I've seen it's true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waists, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout,"save us". And I'll whisper,"No".Now the whole world's standing on the brink, staring down into bloody hell. All those liberals and smooth talkers, and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say. Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children, and the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences. Tonight, a comedian died in New York. Somebody knows why.

Somebody knows.

2.Oh, he'll quit. When he is dead.

3.-Watchmen are over.

-Says Tricky Dick.

-Says me. Nobody knows who you are. You can give it up, try and have a normal life.

-That what you have now? A normal life? When you walk down the street in a city dying of rabies, past the human cockroaches talking about their heroin and child pornography, do you really feel normal?

-Least I'm not the one still hiding behind a mask.

-No. You hide in plain sight. Be seeing you, Dan.

4.Rorschach's journal. First visit of evening fruitless.Feel slightly dispressed. Soon there will be war. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon, I will not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving retribution…and so little time.

5.See, it doesn't take a political scientist to see that our Cold War with the Russians isn't ideological…it is based upon fear. Fear of not having enough. But if we make resources infinite…ah…we make war obsolete. I would hope other Watchmen understand that, wherever they might be.

6.Rorschach's journal, October 13th, 1985, 8:30 p.m.. Meeting with Dreiberg left bad taste in mouth. A flabby failure who sits whimpering in his basement. Why there are so few of us left active, healthy and without personality disorders? The first Nite Owl runs an auto-repair shop. The first Silk Specter is a bloated, aging whore, dying in a California rest resort. Dollar Bill got his cape stuck in a revolving door, where he got gunned down. Sihouette, murdered, a victim of her own indecent lifestyle. Mothman's in an asylum in Maine. Even Adrian Veidt, possible homosexual. Must investigate further. Only two names remain on my list. Both share private quarters at Rockefeller Military Research Center. I shall go to them. I shall go to the indestructible man that someone plans to murder him.

7.-Fireworks. You gotta be kidding me. You know, I thought this goddamn country had had enough fireworks. You know, if we'd lost here in Vietnam, I think it might have driven us crazy. You know, as a country. But we didn't, thanks to you.

-You sound bitter.

-Me? Bitter? Fuck, no. I thought it's hilarious.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

-Mr. Eddie?

-Just what I fucking needed.

-The war is over now, we must talk about this baby.

-There's nothing to talk about. See, I'm leaving. I'm gonna forget about you, and your horrible, sweaty, little piece-of-shit country. Get the fuck out of here.

-No.

-Get the fuck out of here.

- You will remember. You will remember me, and my country, forever!

-My face!

-Blake, don't.

Blake!

She was pregnant…and you gunned her down.

-That's right…and you know what? You watched me. You could have turned the gun to steam, the bullets to mercury, the bottle into goddamn snowflakes, but you didn't, did you? You really don't give a damn about human beings. You're drifting out of touch, doc. God help us all.

Medic!

8.-You people. You hear Moloch's back in town, get your panties all in a bunch. You think catching him matters?

-Justice matters!

-Justice. Justice is coming to all of us.

No matter what the fuck we do.

You know, mankind's been trying to kill each other off since the beginning of time. Now we finally have the power to finish the job. Ain't nothing gonna matter once those nukes start flying. We'll all be dust. Then Ozymandias here, Will be the smartest man on the cinder.

9.-Our days are numbered. Until then, it's like you always say: We're society's only protection.

-From what?

-Are you kidding me? From themselves!

10.-What happened to us?

What happened to the American Dream?

-What happened to the American Dream?

It came true! You are looking at it.

11.Edward Blake.The Comedian. Born 1818. Buried in the rain.Is that what happens to us? No time for friends? Only our enemies leave roses. Violent lives ending violently. Blake understood. Humans are savage in nature. No matter how you try to dress it up, to disguise it. Blake saw society's true face. Chose to b a parody of it. A joke. I heard joke once. Man goes to doctor, says he's depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says treatment is simple. "The great crown Pagliacci is in town. Go to see him. That should pick you up." Man burst into tears. "But doctor," he says, "I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

12.I prefer the stillness here. I'm tired of Earth. These people. I'm tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives. They claim their labor's are to build a heaven, yet their heave is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman.

It's too late.

Always has been…

…Always will be…

…Too late.

13.Take us to DEFCON two. Begin fuel the bombers. Dr. Manhattan has two days. After that, humanity is in the hands of a higher authority than mine. Let's just hope he's on our side.

14.The alley was cold, deserted. My things were where I left them. My coat, my shoes, my spotless gloves. My face. Putting them on, I abandoned my disguise. Became myself. Free from fear or weakness, or lust. Down alley, heard woman scream. First bubbling note of city's evening chorus. Attempted rape. Mugging. Both. The man turned, and there was something rewarding in his eyes. Sometimes the night is generous to me.

15.-You keep calling me Walter. I don't like you.

-You don't like me. All right. Why is that, exactly?

-You are fat. Wealthy. Liberal sensibilities. What you call compassion. Wanting to protect and understand the guilty. This rotting society, what it calls rehabilitation. Nothing short of compromise.

-Is it a compromise to want to make you well?

-There are other men in here with behavior more extreme than mine, doctor. Of course, they are not famous, are they? You want to know about Rorschach? I'll tell you about Rorschach. Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist. No matter who orders him to look the other way. We don't do this thing, because it's permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we're compelled. I was investigating an kidnap case. Blaire Roche. Six-year-old girl. I was young then. To soft on criminals. I let them live. Broke a man's arm to get a tip. Led me to the missing girl's location. I knew the girl was there, but when I searched the place, I saw nothing. And then I found her.

"Fred? Barney? Who's gonna bark on daddy?"

It was dark when the murderer got back. As dark as it gets.

"-Oh, god. Who's out there? Who is it? Who is it?

What? What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? You killed my dogs, man!

You think I had something with that girl? I found that. What evidence have you got? That's nothing.

Okay. I confess. I kidnapped her. I killed her. Take me in. Arrest me.

What? Arrest me! I did it! I said I did it! Christ!

Look, I've got a problem, man. Fucking take me in. I need help.

No, don't, don't do that, take me in.Don't! No!

-Men get arrested.

Dogs get put down."

Tremors of impact shook my arm. Warm blood splashed my face. whatever was left of Walter Kovacs died that night with that little girl. From then on, there was only Rorschach.

See, doctor, god didn't kill that little girl. Fate didn't butcher her, and destiny didn't feed her to those dogs. If god saw what any of us did that night, he didn't seem to mind. From then on, I knew.

God doesn't make the world this way.

We do.

16.Your turn, doctor. Tell me, what do you see?

17.My red world here, now, means more to me than your blue one.

18.What in life does not deserve celebrating? This is the new Karnak. This represents the culmination of a dream more than 2000 years old. A dream now assured because of your unquestioning assistance. And for this, I am a ashamed. Ashamed that you must share such inadequate a reward.

To the Pharaohs.

There greatest secrets entrusted to their servants, buried alive with them in sand-floored chambers.

Sleep well, gentlemen. Our new, peaceful world will be indebted to your great sacrifice.

19.Rorschach's journal. Final entry. Veidt's behind everything. Why? What's his endgame? I cannot imagine a more dangerous opponent. Used to joke he was fast enough to catch a bullet. He could kill us both alone in the snow. That's where we are going now: Antarctica. Whether I am alive or dead upon this reading, I hope the world survives long enough for this journal to reach you. I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadow without complaint or regret. Rorschach. November 1st.

20.In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon. Just look around you. Mars gets along perfectly well without so much as a microorganism. Here, it's a constantly changing topographical map, flowing and shifting around the pole in ripples 10000 years wide. So tell me, how would all of this be greatly improved by an oil pipeline? By a shopping mall?

21. Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like turning the air into gold. I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions of cells complete to create life, for generation after generation, until finally, your mother, loves a man, Edward Blake, the Comedian, a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against uncomfortable odds…it's you…the only…you.

That emerged.

To distill so specific a form from all that chaos…is like turning the air into gold.

A miracle.

And so, I was wrong.

21.You see, the Comedian was right. Humanity's savage nature will inevitably lead to global annihilation. So in order to save this planet, I had to trick it, with the greatest joke in human history.

22.I have walked across the surface of the sun. I have witnessed events so tiny and so fast, they can hardly be said to have occurred at all. But you, Adrian, you are just a man. The world's smartest man, poses no more threat to me, than does its smartest termite.

23.…came under attack. Millions of lives were suddenly ended. In an act of evil perpetrated by Dr. Manhattan himself. Since the attacks, I have been in constant contact with the premier of U.S.S.R. Putting aside our past differences, we have both pledged to unite, against this common enemy. With the rest of the world, we will prevail. This is a day we shall never forget. And yet we go forward to defend the human race, and all that is good and just in our world. Thank you. God bless us all.

24.Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.

That's always been the difference between us, Daniel.

25.-I made myself feel every death, see every innocent face I've murdered to save humanity. You understand, don't you?

-Without condoning, or condemning, I understand.

26.-Out of my way. People have to be told.

-You know I can't let you do that.

-Suddenly you discover humanity? Convenient.

If you'd cared from the start, none of this would have happened.

-I can change almost anything, but I can't change human nature.

-Of course you must protect Veidt's new utopia. What's one more body amongst foundations?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Do it.