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Yes, Commandant. I certainly do.

Hello, boys.

What are you doing over here?

Fighting the Germans?

Have they ever done you any harm?

Of course, some white folks and the lying English-American papers

told you that the Germans ought to be wiped out...

for the sake of humanity and democracy.

But I ask you, boys...

What is democracy?

Do you enjoy the same rights as the white people do in America?

"Or are you rather treated over there as second-class citizens?

Can you get a seat in a theater where white people sit?

Or can you even ride in the South in the same street car with white people?

And how about the law?

Is lynching and the most horrible cruelties

connected therewith a lawful proceeding in a democratic country?

Now, all this is entirely different in Germany.

Colored people have mighty fine positions

in business in Berlin and other German cities.

Why then fight the Germans?

You have been made the tool of the egotistic rich in America,

and there is nothing in the whole game for you",

"but broken bones, horrible wounds, or death."

"To carry the gun in service of America is not an honor,

but a shame."

"Throw it away and come over to the German line."

"And you will find friends who will help you along."

Turn it off.

Or I'll shoot.

You changed.

- You got any sugar? - No.

Some bakery.

Who are you?

I'm the one who strung your Chief of Police up.

- No, you're not. - Yes, I am.

You're 90 fucking years old. How the fuck did you hang him?

I am 105 and you curse too much.

You didn't kill him.

I did. All by myself.

How?

Psychic powers.

I can manipulate material with my mind.

Is that right?

Maybe...

I'm Dr. Manhattan.

He lives on fucking Mars.

And he can't do that, look like us.

He can make copies of himself,

he can be in two places at the same time.

He can grow up to 100 feet tall.

Change the color of our skin. Why can't he be like us?

Um...

Can I have my pills, please?

Why don't you use your powers and float them on over?

Okay. Fine.

I'm not Dr. Manhattan.

No shit.

What are these for?

They help me get my memory.

Long time since I've been home.

Who are you?

I'm the one who strung up your Chief of Police.

- Why? - He had skeletons in his closet.

What the fuck does that mean?

There is a vast and insidious conspiracy at play, here in Tulsa.

If I told you about it,

your head would explode, so I have to give it to you in pieces.

You haven't given me shit.

Yes, I have.

But you haven't been listening hard enough.

Who are you?

I'm the one who strung up your Chief of Police.

Who are you?

I'm Will.

Who are you?

This is Night. You paged me?

Oh, my God.

I'll be right there.

They found him, huh?

So, you're telling me that Tulsa, Vancouver,

Jakarta and Leningrad, all at the same time?

I don't know. I'm not a scientist. It's interdimensional shit, man.

No, no, no. It's a false flag. Man, look,

it's Redford raining down these baby alien squid on us

so we stay distracted while he and his Libstapo take away our rights.

Well, I guess Keene's got your vote then.

Fuck Keene, too. Shit.

Kid ain't nothing but a goddamn clone of his daddy.

Shit.

- Oh, young lady. - Good morning, gentlemen.

There's no Nova Express till this afternoon.

- Thank you. - I'll throw it in the stack tomorrow.

Now, let me ask you...

Does she really read all of these?

Of course. Don't you?

Oh, I read it. I just don't believe it.

- I'm out of here, my guy. - All right, man, you be good, brother.

- See you next week, baby. - All right. Stay out of trouble now.

- No promises. - All right.

Detective. Detective, any comment?

What's going on down there?

You brought anything to eat?

There are nuts in the glove.

Where shall I begin?

You think it's Kavalry?

That would be the obvious conclusion.

- Did he suffer? - Yeah.

His car is up the road a hair.

Tires blown out with the spike strip.

Intramuscular hemorrhage,

fractured laryngeal skeleton and ligature marks

are all consistent with violent asphyxiation.

Both his palms got rope burns, he's got fibers in his fingernails.

He was alive the whole time.

Until he wasn't.

You was with him last night?

What?

The Chief.

When I called Jane to notify,

she said that they were over at y'all's house for supper.

Yeah.

Was he acting strange?

What do you mean?

You know what strange means.

Was he drunk?

No. Couple glasses of wine, maybe.

Was he high?

He might've done some blow.

Sounds like quite a party.

My kids were there.

Your kids?

Fuck you, you shiny fuck. What, are you interrogating me now?

Why would I interrogate you?

Because you're a cold motherfucker, Glass.

Then why am I crying under here?

Jesus.

You want pictures, huh?

How about I shove this cam up your asshole and take a picture?

Fucking moths.

The public has a right to see what's happening here, you fucking Nazi.

I'm not a Nazi. I'm a Communist.

Scare. Stand down.

You in charge now?

No.

Then who the fuck is?

We need to get him down.

Are you looking at the clock?

No.

Calvin.

- Okay, I'm looking at the clock. - Mmm-hmm.

And it's two minutes till midnight.

And midnight is Christmas.

Which means I finally get to open that big present

with my name on it, over there, under the tree.

Mmm-mmm.

Christmas doesn't start until Christmas morning.

You have to wait.

You know I need to know.

- I'm training you to like surprises. - Oh, you're training me?

Baby.

Mmm-hmm?

I'm opening up that present in exactly 30 seconds.

And there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Ooh. Oh...

- Is that so? - Mmm-hmm.

Midnight, huh?

Is that when the little hand...

is on top of the big hand?

No, that's not gonna work.

Feels like it's working to me.

I'm opening it, Angela.

- You gotta wait. - I don't wanna wait.

You gotta wait.

- Oh, that must be Santa Claus. - Shh!

What?

There's somebody in our house.

Cal...

Whoa. Whoa.

Easy.

You're okay.

Cal. Cal.

He's all right. He's safe.

Where is he?

He was sitting right here in this chair for the last three days straight.

I told him to go home and change his clothes.

Promised I'd keep an eye on you.

Thanks, Captain.

Judd.

They came for you, too.

They came for everybody.

Coordinated attack.

Simultaneous hits. 40 houses.

All police.

Most of us asleep in our beds on Christmas Eve.

The news is calling it the "White Night."

But I was home.

Fucker in a Rorschach came through the window and shot me

so I blew his fucking face off.

You got your guy, too.

Stabbed him and he bled out in your kitchen.

I reckon there's somebody up there looking out for you.

Doyle?

He and Ginny were at home in bed. And that's where we found them.

Their boy Christopher heard the gunshots

and took his sister and the baby, and hid in the closet.

Topher.

He goes by Topher.

Fuck that! Everybody who's left, we round those racist fuckers up...

There's nobody left.

The entire force knows that the Kavalry has our names and addresses.

- They're all resigning. - I'm not fucking quitting.

Well, I guess I won't quit either.

I just told you that your partner and his wife got killed.

- You can cry, Detective Abar. - Angela.

Angela.

It's okay to cry.

Maybe later.

I'm sorry.

I let you down.

I let you down.

- Now what? - We roll into Nixonville.

Bust Kavalry heads until someone talks.

That is fucking now what.

- Mount up, cowboys! - Wait.

We should just stop and take a breath.

You don't want to beat shit out of these fucks? You?

She loves beating the shit out of these fucks.

That much is indisputable.

So, are you coming or are you fucking breathing?

I'm coming.

Giddy-fucking up! Let's ride!

All right, listen up, you racist fucks!

Our Chief has been murdered.

Murdered by one of you!

Some of you are in the Kavalry. Others are not.

I don't fucking care which is which.

If you can hear my voice,

you're gonna walk out of your shitty trailers

and into one of these lovely paddy wagons.

But if a single one of you decides not to accept our invitation...

We tear down your fucking idol!

Ten, nine, eight...

seven, six, five,

four, three, two...

Come on, man. We don't need to do this.

Round them up!

You ain't interested in joining in?

This shit is unnecessary.

Look out!

Redfordations are abominations!

You got a sorry, now you want a handout?

Equal rights!

We knew a war was coming, so we put our uniforms on.

Figured maybe that'd protect us.

How could they look at a man who fought under the same flag and see an enemy?

As they were dragging my friends' bodies

behind their cars, I was taking notes.

I needed to do something... All I could do...

Hello, I'm United States Treasury Secretary,

Henry Louis Gates Junior.

If you like, you could call me Skip. What's your name?

Will.

Hello, Will. What can I help you with today?

I need to know who I am.

I'm sorry I can't help you with that,

but I can check your eligibility. Would you like me to do that?

Yeah. Yes.

Almost a century ago, on the very spot on which you now stand,

the vibrant and affluent African-American community

of Greenwood was so prosperous

that later it became known as the Black Wall Street.

And then, in the space of a single day, it was all gone.

The Tulsa Massacre resulted in profound loss of life,

not to mention the property and treasure pillaged from its victims.

For far too long, this horrific chapter in our nation's history

went untold and unacknowledged.

On behalf of the entire United States government,

President Redford offers his sincerest condolences

for the trauma you or your family may have suffered.

May I have your consent to test a sample of your DNA?

Yes.

Please take a cotton swab from the drawer...

gently rub it on the inside of your cheek,

then place it in the slot.

Your DNA will be processed exclusively here

at the Greenwood Center for Cultural Heritage.

Only survivors of the 1921 Tulsa Massacre

and their direct descendants are eligible to apply at this facility.

Please tell us the best number to call you.

5-3-9-1-7-6-2-4-4-2.

Thank you.

Our country appreciates the opportunity to right the wrongs of a dark past

so that we may all share a bright future.

God bless America.

You're not allowed to be here.

And you're not allowed to withhold my visitation.

I know they're inside there.

Even though that chickenshit husband of yours ain't answering the door.

So, you gonna sort this out, or am I calling the cops?

The cops are busy rounding up every suspected Kavalry member in Nixonville.

It's my day.

Can you take a rain check?

I can take a real check.

Must be satisfying, putting those Redfordations to work.

Get the fuck off my porch.

Arr! Arr!

Keep walking, you lily-livered stowaway.

Keep walking or I'll stab you in the butt.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

- Mommy! - Hey!

Hey, hey! What's going on in here?

She's a pirate. I'm an owl.

We caught a ghost on our ship.

- A ghost, huh? - Boo!

He's walking the plank. We're gonna feed him to the sharks.

Oh, well, then you need to put something in his pockets to weigh him down

because when he gets to the end, he's just gonna float away.

- Rocks. - Rocks!

Arr!

He still out on the porch?

I got rid of him.

You arrested the old man?

He's still at the bakery.

And you didn't arrest him?

I didn't arrest him because he didn't do it.

But he says he did.

He also says that Dr. Manhattan can pretend to be human.

- No, he can't. And he's on Mars. - Hmm.

That's what I said.

Are we safe, Angela?

I would tell you if we weren't.

Is Topher in his room?

Mmm-hmm.

You want me to come with you?

Mmm-mmm.

You go walk the plank.

I called Jane. She's having people over tonight.

I'll stay here with the kids but you should go.

How is she?

She sounded completely fine...

even though I know she's not.

Just like you.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Can we talk a minute? - Okay.

There are people who believe that this world is fair and good.

It's all lollipops and rainbows.

I remember what happened to my parents.

You remember what happened to your parents.

You and me, Topher, we don't do lollipops and rainbows.

'Cause we know those are pretty colors that just hide what the world really is.

Black and white.

Your Uncle Judd is dead.

Somebody hung him from a tree.

Okay.

He was a policeman.

Policemen die.

He wasn't my real uncle, anyway.

Don't tell Rosie and Emma yet.

I'll handle it tomorrow.

All right.

Can I watch TV?

Yes, baby, you can watch TV.

Warning: The Federal Communications Commission has determined

the following content to be emotionally harmful.

Young children should not view this content under any circumstances,

even if supervised by a parent or guardian.

The views and opinions expressed, including the depictions

of persons of color and members of the LGBTQA+ community,

do not reflect any official policy or position of the US government.

This program contains graphic language, violence, nudity...

misogyny, racism, anti-Semitism,

hate crimes and depictions of sexual assault.

Be advised.

I'm dead.

Shot in the head.

Washed up in Boston Harbor.

That's the last photo that'll ever be taken of me.

Rolf Muller. Circus Strongman.

Except that's not me.

I just need people to think it is, so they'll stop looking.

I'm not ready to tell you who I really am.

If I did, you wouldn't watch until the end.

So let's start at the beginning.

Extry, extry! War of the Worlds broadcast throws Manhattan into panic.

Alien invasion just a...

Hoax, read all about it.

This is a stick-up! Everyone on the ground now!

Wallets and watches!

Open that safe, now.

We don't have a safe.

Get one of the dames.

On your feet.

Now you open that safe or we blow her brains out

all over your Lux Laundry Soap.

You got three seconds.

Please! There is no safe.

Three, two...

Who are you?

Who am I?

When I was little, every time I looked in the mirror,

I saw a stranger staring back at me.

And he was very, very angry.

What could I do with all his anger?

Hot, vibrating electricity with no place to ground it.

If he couldn't release his rage...

maybe I could help him hide it.

I never felt comfortable in my own skin.

So I made a new one.

And when I slipped it on, he and I became one.

His anger became mine,

as did his thirst for justice.

So, who am I?

If I knew the answer to that...

I wouldn't be wearing a fucking mask.

Jane, I'm so sorry.

Angela, thank you for coming.

I'm sorry, I should have called.

I didn't know all these people were gonna be here.

You must be Angela.

Joe Keene.

Senator.

Just Joe.

Jane here has to call me Senator because she works for me.

Used to work for you.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Judd was a great man.

Yeah. Thank you.

I just want you to know whatever resources y'all need

to get the animals who did this, they're yours.

Oh, I'm not a cop anymore.

I retired.

Right. Of course. I'm sorry.

Can I take those flowers? Jane, do you have a vase?

Honey, are you okay?

- Oh. Oh! - Jesus!

I'm so sorry.

I came over here to take care of you.

Now I get to take care of you.

You should be with your friends.

You are my friend, too.

And so was he.

He loved you.

He really did.

You get those fuckers who did this to him.

Okay?

And you take as much time as you need.

Whoa, Bucephalus!

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

Please, let's get on with it.

For he's a jolly good fellow Which nobody can deny

Ms. Crookshanks, when is a lie not a lie?

When it's acting, Master.

Real tears tonight, yeah?

Every drop, sir.

Oh, sir, forgive me, I shall require the watch I gifted you.

As a prop.

Oh.

Has it ever occurred to you, Mr. Philips...

you are the prop?

Would you like it to occur to me, sir?

There are so many things I'd like to occur to you.

All right, dimwits, on with the show.

These have been the happiest six months of my life, Jon.

And mine, Janey.

Time for another beer before we go?

Confound it.

- I don't have my watch. - Mmm.

Have you fixed it yet?

I did, indeed.

Damn, I must have left it in the...

Must have left it in the intrinsic field generator.

I'll go fetch it.

Eureka, there it is!

Oh, my.

I appear to be locked in.

Janey.

If you could just open the door.

I can't. The lock, it's...

As impenetrable as the Gordian Knot itself.

Oh! It's as impenetrable as the Gordian Knot itself.

Oh, Jon, I can't bear to see your body being torn asunder by the quantum fates.

I love you, Jon Osterman.

- And I love you, Janey Slater. - Three, two, one.

Master!

Tears, Crookshanks,

let see those damn tears!

Oh, Jon.

My dear beloved Jon.

My God, Jon, is that you?

I am both Jon and not Jon.

I am the past, the present and the future, all at once.

Boundless omniscience incarnate,

swirling in the luminous plasma of a newborn star.

I am...

Dr. Manhattan.

Oh, Jon, is this the end?

Nothing ends, Janey.

- Nothing ever ends. - Nothing ever ends.

Fantastic.

Bravo!

Bravo!

It was all your magnificent words, Master.

Poppycock, it was us, it was all of us,

working together. Transcendent.

- We're thrilled you enjoyed it, Master. - Hmm.

Ladies, gentlemen...

fantastic.

A job well done.

Now if you'd kindly remove Mr. Philips' corpse...

Ugh.

Shall we put him in the cellar with the others, sir?

I'm sorry, your name is?

Montrose, sir.

Montrose, how would you like to be the new Mr. Philips?

I'd be honored, Master.

Mr. Philips, the basement will be perfect.

We'll have a use for him before too long.

Oh, no, wait.

Has it stopped, Master?

No, Ms. Crookshanks...

it's only just begun.

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm cooking some eggs. You like them hard boiled?

Where'd you get eggs from?

Grocery across the street.

You left and then you came back?

We hadn't done talking yet.

Well, I did what you wanted.

What did I want?

Skeletons in the closet.

I'm not following you.

You said Crawford had skeletons in his closet.

So I went and I looked in his fucking closet.

Oh, I didn't mean literally.

What's this?

Did you put it there?

Are you trying to set him up?

Because that was really fucking easy to find.

Was it in his closet?

Yes.

What floor was it on? You know I can't go up stairs.

Yet you hung a man from a tree.

Oh, yes, that's true.

You trying to make me think that he's one of them?

The Kavalry?

There's plenty of good reason for a man to hide his Klan robe in a closet,

but I just can't think of any.

You better tell me what the fuck is going on here, or I'm taking you in.

If you wanted to take me in, you would have done it by now.

If any consolation, I would have been rescued anyway.

Rescued by fucking who?

I've got friends in high places.

Hello.

Good evening.

Is this Will?

- Yes. - Hello, Will.

Your DNA sample submitted to...

The Greenwood Center for Cultural Heritage.

...has been processed. Congratulations.

You are eligible to be a beneficiary of the Victims of Racial Violence Act.

You should also know that we have identified two ancestors,

and two descendants in your family tree.

If you know their names, we can confirm their relationship to you.

If you'd like to try, please say their names now.

Angela Abar.

Will, Angela Abar is your granddaughter.

Your parents didn't tell you anything about me?

Nothing.

Hmm.

Well, what do you want to know?

I want to know why you're here.

I wanted to meet you.

And show you where you came from.

You're under arrest.

What the fuck?