INT. EDWARD BLAKE'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - EVENING
A "Have A Nice Day" HAPPY FACE PIN. STEAM rises
past the pin. We hear a KETTLE BOILING.
We PULL BACK and find that the pin adorns the lapel of a ROBE
worn by EDWARD BLAKE, 63, but amazingly not far from his
physical prime--body chiseled, built like a truck. Handsome
too, save the LONG SCAR running down the side of his face.
Blake removes the kettle from the stove. He scoops some Asian
tea leaves from a can, dumps them in a cup .
INT. EDWARD BLAKE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - EVENING
The apartment is expensive but not quite luxurious. Terrific
New York view from the window. Blake lives well, if alone. He
sits on the couch with his cup of, tea, puts his feet up. Hits
the remote, turns the big screen TV on. The news:
--addressing the United Nations today,
the President expressed his concern over
the increasingly intense territorial
disputes in both Asia and the Middle
The PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES--
The sound of a bullet at one end of the
world echoes across the ocean to the
other end. Armed conflict is not self
contained in its respective region--the
consequences reverberate through every
nation across the world and therefore
must be avoided at all costs.
CUT BACK TO:
While the President's position was clear,
he did not comment on whether or not he
would order Dr. Manhattan into action
should the situation continue to
Stock footage of DR. MANHATTAN--a man, at least he
appears to be, who has glowing blue skin. The stock footage
shows Dr. Manhattan flying through the air as a MISSILE heads
straight for him.
With a wave of his hand, Dr. Manhattan stops the missile in
its flight--frozen in mid-air--inches from his face.
With another wave, Dr. Manhattan DETONATES the missile. Dr.
Manhattan disappears in the EXPLOSION . but once the
smoke clears, we see he's still there. Unscathed--
--Blake snorts at the stock footage, changes the channel--
CRASH!--The FRONT DOOR EXPLODES, splintered by a KICK; Blake
jumps up, immediately at the ready--
--when we see the INTRUDER'S FEET entering. Slowly. Blake
sees the Intruder's face, though we never do--we only see
that he's dressed in ALL BLACK, including GLOVES and a KNIT
HAT. A look of recognition comes over Blake.
Just a matter of time, I suppose.
With sudden, blinding speed, Blake WHIPS the SAUCER from
under his cup, sending it FLYING like a saw-blade. The
Intruder BATS IT out of the air with even quicker reflexes,
but the act buys Blake time to pull a PISTOL with a SILENCER
from a hollowed out STEREO SPEAKER. He's a pro
. but so is our Intruder. Before Blake can get a shot
off, the Intruder is already upon him, SNATCHING the gun out
of Blake's hand--
--Blake PUNCHES the Intruder in the chest plate--the Intruder
drops the gun. Blake fights. Not like an old man, but like
the trained killer he is. But the Intruder is much, much
faster. Younger. Deadlier. He SMASHES Blake with an elbow to
Blake falls. BLOOD blurs his vision. The Intruder picks Blake
up off the ground. Brings him to the window with the great
New York view. Thirty stories up. Blake looks the Intruder in
. and starts laughing. Hysterical.