All language subtitles for Watchmen (2019) - 01x07 - An Almost Religious Awe.TBS.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

- I'm Lady Trieu.
- Nice to meet you.

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- How much longer?
- Three days.

There you are.

I did it!

Was I not clear in my letter?

You're pathetic!

Every one of you!

I place you under arrest.

My grandfather said he killed
Crawford, so I covered it up.

Hands! Show me your hands!

You're not supposed to take
someone else's Nostalgia.

It's very, very bad.

You ain't gonna get justice

with a badge, Will Reeves.

You're gonna get it with that hood.

Many men would be
nothing without the man

who inspired them, Hooded Justice.

I'm gonna take you home now, honey.

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From humble beginnings

fraught with persecution in Nazi Germany

to the shores of New York,

one small boy in a huddled mass,

yearning to breathe free,

Jon Osterman transcended pain,

suffering, and even death
itself to create a life

the likes of which
history has never seen.

To some, the immigrant
son of a poor clockmaker

was the fulfillment
of the American dream.

To others, the world's first superman

was a toxic nightmare.

Jon Osterman stepped into
an intrinsic field chamber

to recover his girlfriend's watch,

but what emerged was an immortal god,

impervious to the passage of time.

This victim of an atomic mishap

would forever alter
the history of humankind

by developing miraculous new wonders.

And then, Vietnam.

Was he the liberating hero

who single-handedly ended the war

and delivered his
country its 51st state?

Or was he the cold blue conqueror

who decimated an entire way of life?

And so, like the Vietcong

he vanquished a decade
earlier, he retreated.

For the next 10 hours,

we'll explore the legacy of
this literally self-made man

in hopes of understanding
why he was here,

and why he left.

From humble beginnings

fraught with persecution in Nazi Germany

to the shores of New York...

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Are you gonna take my money or not?

_

Show me.

I told you she was gonna try.

- That you did.
- Please let me see it?

What did we tell you last
week? And the week before that?

I have to wait till I'm grown up.

People who wear masks
are dangerous, Angela,

- and we should be scared of them.
- Why?

Well, they're hiding something.

It's just pretend, Dad.

Well, it's only pretend until it's real.

And when you're a little older,

you'll be able to tell the difference.

Until then, take this
on back and Mom and me

will get you mooncakes
for the fireworks. Deal?

- Deal.
- Go ahead.

It's gonna be okay, baby. All right?

We're gonna be right behind you.

_

Aah. Did you fall out of bed again?

What happened?

I'm guessing you don't
remember asking me that...

...five times already?

I'm happy to go over it again.

Your memory's a bit...

broken.

You took an entire
bottle of Nostalgia pills

that weren't yours.

And now is when you usually ask me

how you got from
locked up in a jail cell

to here, with me.

Well, since you OD'd on my drug,

Agent Blake called me up and
asked if I could save your life.

So, here you are,
getting your life saved.

Don't touch. It's your treatment.

And now is when you ask,

what treatment?

And then, I give you
the tutorial injection.

Wait. What the hell are you...

So, you've taken
someone else's Nostalgia.

Don't panic. We can help.

Introducing mnemodialysis, a treatment

by Trieu Pharmaceuticals.

At this moment, foreign memories...

have invaded your b-b-brain.

Those memories have
embedded by consolidating

into neural networks,
clogging existing pathways

and threatening higher
cognitive function.

We call this process
"recollective infestation."

The only remedy for infestation
is to call a good exterminator,

so let's get in there and spray.

Mnemodialysis saturates the brain

with cerebrospinal fluid
provided by a natural host

and literally flushes
Nostalgia from the cortex.

The procedure is delicate
and somewhat tedious.

Consider keeping yourself
occupied by meditating

or reading a good book.

Thank you for trusting
Trieu Pharmaceuticals

with the most precious of
possessions... your mind.

Goodbye, and have a pleasant
return to consciousness.

Was that informative?

Don't ever fucking do that to me again.

That's what you said last time.

This tube...

it's connected to a natural host?

That's right.

My grandfather?

What's happening?

It's a side effect of the treatment.

Your grandfather had
very painful memories.

They're coming out of you now.

I need to talk to him.

You just spent the
last few days being him.

Contact right now is a bad idea.

I'm sorry, Detective,

but you wouldn't know
where he ends and you begin.

As the treatment clears out
your grandfather's memories,

you may reexperience your own,

vividly and without warning.

Do you mind if I asked
what knocked you out of bed?

It was my...

tenth birthday party.

My mom and dad gave me a pony.

Good morning. It is now 12 hours

until the Millennium Clock is activated.

All personnel please report
to your assigned stations.

Hey. She still in there?

We wouldn't be here if she wasn't.

- Why don't you go in?
- Go home, Cal. Huh?

Excuse me. Hi, uh,

I need to see my wife.

I've been calling, but no
one's answering the phones.

Yes... Of course.

Please step aside, sir.

Good morning, Mr. Abar. I'm Bian.

Can you see and hear me okay?

- Yeah.
- I understand

you want to see your wife.

Unfortunately, the
timing couldn't be worse.

We're preparing to activate
the Millennium Clock,

and for your own safety,
we can't grant access

to unauthorized personnel.

Is she okay?

Absolutely.

She's resting right now,

and she's responding incredibly well

to the treatment my
mother is administering.

Can I talk to her?

Sadly, you cannot.

Hey!

Where the hell is Agent Blake?!

I've joined the enemy.

The police in this
city smother our people

under their shoes.

Beware the Cyclops.

Film projectors. Cyclops is
using some kind of mesmerism.

You can hang yourself now.

Agent Blake, you there?

Agent Blake, come in.

What is it, Petey?

Remember when you told me to drive over

to Detective Tillman's
house because you...

or, you know, Looking
Glass, because you thought

it was really unusual that
he ratted out Detective Abar,

and you were worried that maybe he
was working with the 7th Kavalry?

Yes, Petey. I remember it

as if I said all of
that to you verbatim.

Anyway,

I'm pretty sure he's not
working with them because, uh...

five of them are here,
and they're extremely dead.

Are you sure they're Kavalry?

Yeah. Yeah, they're all
wearing Rorschach masks.

Well, actually, hold
on, one of them isn't.

Mirror Guy, where is he?

Not here.

Kind of strange considering

he's a cop, that he
didn't call this in, huh?

Should I call this in?

Uh, uh... No, you should not call it in.

You should stay exactly where you are.

I'll be there as soon as
I'm done with my thing here.

What thing?

Agent Blake?

Hello?

Agent Blake.

Mrs. Crawford.

Howdy.

May I get you some tea?

- Oh thanks, no, I'm fine.
- You sure?

Please, have a seat.

- I can make some coffee...
- Mrs. Crawford,

I know who killed your husband.

What?

His name is Will Reeves.

He was a policeman in New
York, back in the 1940s,

and he has history here in Tulsa.

He's Angela Abar's grandfather.

I-I don't understand.

Angela said she doesn't have any family.

Well, we all have family, Mrs. Crawford.

Some of them we just...
don't talk about.

Well, why would this
man want to kill Judd?

Well, this is the part that gets weird.

Angela OD'd on her grandpa's Nostalgia,

and while she was
under, she talked, a lot.

It's as if she was channeling
the old man, reliving his life.

I've got it all on tape
if you want to listen.

Like I said, weird.

It turns out that...

Will Reeves was Hooded Justice...

the very first masked vigilante.

And he was black.

I mean, this is a guy who inspired

two generations of heroes,
my folks and myself included,

but he had to hide who he was.

Because white men in masks are heroes,

but black men in masks...

are scary.

Thank God times have changed.

Yeah, thank God.

But the point is,

when she was walking a
mile in Grandpa's memories,

Angela kept saying one
word over and over and over:

Cyclops.

Am I supposed to know what that is?

Back in the day, it was a racist
cult, hot for mind control.

- Reeves...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mind control?

Yes, I know. I know.

Now, this may come as a bit of a shock,

but I think that Reeves
believed your husband

was a part of this whole Cyclops thing,

and that's why he killed him.

And what do you believe?

Well, I-I wouldn't be doing
my job if I didn't at least

entertain the idea that
the chief of police of Tulsa

wasn't a secret white supremacist.

Which has to make you
wonder about his friends,

like Joe Keene.

What if the 7th Kavalry is
just Cyclops by another name?

And what if Senator Joe used
them to kill a bunch of police

so that he could put
all the cops in masks,

and pretty soon, no one can tell
the good guys from the bad guys,

because everybody's
covering their fucking faces

and pledging loyalty to
their newly elected leader,

President Joe?

Well, that was the original idea,

but something extraordinary happened,

and suddenly,

president seemed a bit small potatoes.

- What?
- I'm sorry.

Was I not supposed to confess yet?

You've just been going on and on and on.

Shit!

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, it's me.

Laurie Blake just stopped by.
You want me to kill her or what?

Good afternoon. It is now nine hours

until the Millennium Clock is activated.

All personnel designated
green, please report

to the medical wing for removal
of any remaining metal implants.

Which man looks more trustworthy?

- What?
- First instinct.

Which is more trustworthy?

The candy man.

Why?

People don't fly kites alone.

Which woman looks more scared?

The one who's about to jump.

What makes you think
she's going to jump?

Why would else would she be on a ledge?

Which woman is the angriest?

They're exactly the same.

Are you sure?

I'm sorry, but what does this
have to do with my treatment?

Oh, nothing.

It's, uh, research for my dissertation.

It's on the adaptive
function of empathy,

and the role of rage suppression

in social cohesion.

I have a son that's about your age,

and I can barely get him to open a book.

Is it hard lying to him?

- What?
- About being a police detective.

My understanding is you're not
allowed to tell your children.

It's for their own protection.

Not yours?

They lost their parents.

If they knew what I
did, they would worry.

If you don't want your
kids to worry you're a cop,

then why are you a cop?

Detective Abar?

Detective Abar?

Are you okay?

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- Okay.
- _

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_

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I'm not scared.

That's him.

_

I'm sure.

_

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Can I listen?

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If you don't want your
kids to worry you're a cop,

then why are you a cop?

You ain't gonna get justice
with a badge, Will Reeves.

You're gonna get it with that hood.

Detective Abar?

Detective Abar?

Whose was it?

What?

Whose memory did you just experience?

Yours or your grandfather's?

Mine.

Well, that's progress.

It means the treatment is working.

I have these dreams sometimes.

They feel so real.

I'm an old woman.

I'm scared...

and it hurts.

What was it like for you...

...when you saw what he
saw, felt what he felt?

It hurt too.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

So begins day 365

of the People versus Adrian Veidt,

alias Ozymandias,

alias Master.

All rise for His Honor, the Game Warden!

Be seated.

Very well. Let's get this over with.

Madame Prosecutor, you may
offer your closing argument.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

Honorable Warden,

Master.

From the moment the accused
pulls us from the water

to the moment he
inevitably slaughters us,

we are governed by one law,

a law imbued in us by our creator

when he gifted us with life

and this glorious paradise
in which to live it.

Thou shalt not leave!

Is the accused guilty of murder?

The evidence is indisputable.

Even from the time before he came to us,

he freely admits he
not only took the lives

of fellow costumed adventurers,

but those...

of three million innocent people!

Does he apologize for manufacturing

an enormous alien being and using
it to perpetrate mass genocide?

Does he show a shred of remorse?

No.

He tells us such wanton
carnage was a necessary

sacrifice to achieve utopia.

And so for years,

he hurled our lifeless
bodies into the great beyond.

Lives we offered unto him

without questioning his intent,

an intent he made evermore clear

in a series of self-aggrandizing monologues,

espousing his own superiority

and his true purpose.

Escape.

Thou shalt not leave.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the choice is simple.

Resign yourself to our
Master's cruel whim...

or find him...

guilty.

The prosecution rests.

Master Veidt,

you have chosen to
represent yourself, and, yet,

over the course of this past year,

you've offered no testimony nor evidence

to contradict the prosecution's case.

If you have anything to say
in your defense, say it now.

The defense...

rests.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I owe you an apology.

Not for the foul disregard for decency

that just emanated from
the bowels of the accused,

but for placing upon you the burden

of judging him.

For it is the foundation of
a fair trial that every man

be judged by a jury of his peers.

You are not his peers.

As such, I have taken the liberty

of assembling an alternative jury

much more suited to the task.

Go!

What say you, madam?

How do you find the defendant?

Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty...

Hey!

You hungry?

Then why'd you come here?

I have a secret plan to save humanity,

and it starts in Oklahoma.

Can't tell if you're kidding.

Sure you can.

Why did you come here?

My husband and I were tired of Saigon.

Tulsa PD was hiring...

Seemed as good a place as any.

And you were looking to
start over after his accident.

It was a car crash, right?

I've done a lot of research on memory.

Total amnesia's extremely rare.

Unless you're in a soap opera.

In real life, it almost never happens.

It happened.

Of course it did.

I can't imagine what it was like.

No sense of who he was or who you were.

His whole life up to that moment just...

gone.

How do you know about Cal?

- Your grandfather told me.
- I spent all of 20 minutes with that man.

He doesn't know shit about my husband.

- Well, he knows shit about you.
- Yeah?

Let's follow my tube and
see what he knows about me.

It would be a bad idea
to see him right now.

Then why did he want me
to take his fucking pills?

He didn't think you'd
take them all at once.

Nostalgia's more
tolerable in small doses.

And who's Nostalgia is
your daughter tolerating?

I'm sorry?

She told me about her dreams,

where she's some sick old lady,

and I'm just wondering

whose memories are you slipping to her?

Her own.

What?

I'm slipping her own memories to her.

Bian's not my daughter.

She's my mother.

Before she died, I harvested her
memories, and then I cloned her.

Of course, she wouldn't be my mother

unless she had my
mother's experiences, so...

over time, I've been
reintegrating her memories

while she sleeps via IV drip.

You're a fucking crazy person.

I'm on the verge of
completing my life's work.

Is it wrong to want my
parents with me when I do?

Your dad's here, too?

He will be.

And your life's work is
turning on your big fancy gizmo

so that you can save humanity?

You make it sound ridiculous
when you say it like that.

So then tell me what it fucking does,

your clock.

No.

Good afternoon. It is now four hours

until the Millennium Clock is activated.

All personnel, please report
to the viewing platform.

Lady Trieu's invocation
is for our ears only.

The future thanks you for your service.

Agent Blake.

I hear you cracked the case.

Hooded Justice?

I didn't see that coming.

Not a lot of 100-year-old
vigilantes rolling around.

A trapdoor?

- I'm sorry?
- Who has a fucking trapdoor

installed in their living room?

Ah.

Jane told me I was tempting fate
by sending you down to Tulsa,

but for reasons that will soon
become obvious, I couldn't...

Oh Jesus, please don't.

- What?
- Talk me through your fucking plan.

Let me guess.

When you were just a boy,

your father put you on
his knee and told you

that you'd been born into
the Order of the Cyclops,

and that it was your legacy to grow up

and be the most powerful
racist fuck in the nation.

That's not at all what happened.

I'm tired, Joe.

I'm tired of all the... silliness.

You want me to ask you why

I'm strapped to a chair in
an abandoned J. C. Penney,

or what that cage is for?

Fine.

Just know that I don't give a shit.

Oh, you'll give a shit
about this, Laurie.

You of all people.

You're wrong about Cyclops.

We're not racists.

We're about restoring balance
in those times when our country

forgets the principles
upon which it was founded.

Because the scales
have tipped way too far,

and it is extremely difficult

to be a white man in America right now.

So, I'm thinking...

I might try being a blue one.

When I was 15 years old,

I graduated from MIT.

Four years later, I bought it.

By 24, I had revolutionized
the fields of medicine,

energy, nanotech,

and at 30,

I designed and launched the
first micro-fusion spacecraft.

But there were failures, too.

My greatest was Nostalgia.

I gave people the
means to visit the past

so they could learn from it,

so they could evolve and transform

and better themselves.

Instead, they became fixated

on their most painful memories,

choosing to experience

the worst moments of their lives...

over and over again,

and why?

Because they were afraid.

Afraid that once unburdened

by the trauma of the past,

they would have no excuse not to move

gloriously into the future.

This Millennium Clock

is a monument to the new.

Countless generations will gaze upon

our mighty work,

and without despair...

I know you're in there.

I took your pills.

You showed me your life.

Why?

I know why you killed Crawford.

What do you want from me?!

Will!

Open the fucking door!

What the fuck?

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This lady yell at you
like that all the time?

Yeah.

You can go now.

Well, hello there, Angela.

I-I'm June.

I'm your grandma.

Hi.

I'm here to take you home.

Your daddy ever mention me?

Mm-mm.

Figures.

Your his mom?

Yeah, I was his mom.

A ways back,

he told me he wanted to put on a uniform

and come here to Vietnam and fight.

I said if he did, I'd
never talk to him again.

He came anyway.

He was stubborn, your daddy,

but he forgot where
he got stubborn from.

The war ended.

He met your mom.

Lots of opportunity
in a brand-new state,

so he stayed.

A couple years went by, a couple more...

then I had a heart attack.

Mm-mm. I was fine.

It was just a little bitty one.

But such things tend to
have sentimental effects,

so I wrote your daddy a letter.

Had to send it to the army here

because I had no address for him.

It came back unopened,

with a big stamp on it.

"Deceased."

Turns out, he never
listed me as next of kin.

As far as he was concerned...

I didn't exist.

That's when I found out he had a wife...

and she was gone also.

And then, they told me
he had a little girl.

A little girl who was all alone

with no next of kin.

So, I bought me a plane ticket,

and I came here to get you.

Tell me something
about yourself, Angela.

Anything.

I'm gonna be a police officer.

Of course you are.

What else you got in there?

Oh! I remember this one!

You do not want to
fuck with Sister Night.

- This your favorite?
- I'm not allowed to watch it.

Why not?

My dad said we should be
scared of people in masks.

Well, that's because
someone in a mask scared him

when he was about your age,

and he never really got over it.

Do I have a grandpa?

Lots of movies out there, um...

Why you carrying around this one?

She looks like me?

Know what?

She does look like you.

I reckon there's not a lot of...

people here in Vietnam who do.

No, ma'am.

Tell you what.

I have a VCR in Tulsa.

We'll watch this first thing.

Where's Tulsa?

Tulsa's in Oklahoma, honey.

It's where we're from.

Precious cargo.

Can't be too safe.

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I don't know why I keep coming

to these stupid phone
booths and telling you jokes.

It's not like you ever
had a sense of humor.

I know you're probably
never gonna hear this anyway.

Sometimes, it's...

Sometimes it's nice to pretend.

So many prayers unanswered.

I own and operate thousands

of Manhattan booths around the world.

You wouldn't believe
what people ask him for.

They beg and beg and beg for his help.

Beg for him to come
down from the heavens

and make things better.

But he ignores them, every single one.

Do you know why?

I give up.

Because Dr. Manhattan isn't listening.

He's not even on Mars.

Where is he?

Right here in Tulsa,

pretending to be human.

Are you the one who put that
idea in my grandfather's head?

Actually, he put it in mine.

Angela...

are we going to keep
fucking around here?

Or are we going to be
honest with each other?

Tell me how you know my grandfather,

and tell me what the
fuck you're doing here,

and don't say it's
saving fucking humanity.

Your grandfather came to
me because he needed someone

with my resources to help him

stop the 7th Kavalry.

Stop them from doing what?

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.

Can you imagine that kind of power

in the hands of white supremacists?

I'm sorry, Angela. I know
you asked me not to say it,

but I am saving fucking humanity.

I'm leaving now

'cause that's the craziest
shit I've ever heard.

Okay.

You didn't ask me who he is.

- What?
- I know you think I'm crazy, but...

I just told you Dr. Manhattan is here,

in Tulsa, walking amongst
us as a human being,

and you never asked me who he is.

Why you always hungry?

Fast metabolism.

I'm gonna go check this out.

- Tell Scare to move.
- No, he's not gonna move.

And you're under arrest.

Jen,

tell Scare to move. I
don't want to hurt him.

It's Abar! She wants you to move!

She says she doesn't want to hurt you!

Fuck her!

Did you tell her she's under arrest?!

You crazy fucking bitch!

Fuck you!

Angela?

Are the kids asleep?

Yeah.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

I don't understand. What
happened? I came to see you,

- but they wouldn't let me...
- Cal, I need you to stop talking

and listen to me, okay?

Okay.

You're a great husband,

an amazing father,

you're the best friend I've ever had.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Time to come out of the tunnel.

What, uh...

- tunnel?
- Don't be scared.

We talked about this.

We always knew that this day would come.

What day, Angela? I don't know
what you're talking about...

You do know.

You just don't remember.

Did we talk about this
before my accident?

There was no accident.

What?

It was a lie.

A lie so that we could be together.

At least for a while.

If it's any consolation,
it was your idea.

Honey,

I don't know what...

they did to you,

but I think the drug you took

is messing you up.

You're not yourself.

No, Jon.

You're not yourself.

My name is not Jon.

I am so sorry.

Hey, baby.

We're in fucking trouble.

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- I love you.
- We just met.

When'd you fall in love with me?

I... was already in love with you.

Before you even saw me?

I don't experience the
concept of... before.

So... there's no moment?

- Moment?
- A moment.

When you realized, "I'm in love."

This is the moment.

I just told you that you can't save me.

And you're gonna try to anyway.