VEIDT
At first we could only watch the past. Now we can reach out and touch it.
He steps over to the rifle, peers through the telescopic sight.
VEIDT
It ate up enough megawatts to light the eastern seaboard for a year and a half -- but last week I managed to open a dime-sized hole for almost three seconds.
(turning to face them)
In a minute I¹ll do it again. And if my aim is true, I¹ll put a bullet through Jon Osterman¹s heart . . . and Dr. Manhattan will never be born.
DREIBERG and RORSCHACH trade looks of disbelief.
RORSCHACH
. . . And they call me a fucking nut.
241. EXT. VORTEX EFFECT
DREIBERG, LAURIE and RORSCHACH spinning and tumbling through an
otherdimensional funhouse of sound and color. If space and time
could be compressed into a single extravagant E-ticket joyride, this
would be it. Their bodies contract and distend, warp and elongate;
their tortured mouths emit soundless shrieks; and then, before they
know it, they find themselves deposited --
242. EXT. NEW YORK STREET - NIGHT
-- smack in the middle of a busy intersection. The three of them
materialize from nowhere; a southbound VAN swerves to avoid them,
slamming into a row of parked cars, and a northbound TAXICAB does the
same, knocking over a fire hydrant.
LAURIE
Dan, is this -- is this New York??
DREIBERG
Those cars. What year is this??
LAURIE
Everything's changed --
It's a disorienting world they've landed in. In fact, it's
our world, our New York, and everything -- the cars,
the clothing, the very look of the city -- seems just a trifle out of
whack . . .
RORSCHACH
Hnrrrrr -- we never happened.
The funniest thing is imagining this guy called SAM HAMM furiously tapping away on his typewriter, ripping out the finished page, pumping his fist in the air triumphantly and shouting YESSSSS I NAILED IT!