It's their solution to the problem. You back a body into a corner, they're liable to try anything. You back billions of bodies into a corner at the same time? Tsk. Everyone trying to solve the same problem at the same time with a multitude of solutions? Messy-messy, eh?
Wearing a costume doesn't make it any better. I am giving you the opportunity to save countless lives in exchange for one. I think in this case, the ends justify the means.
Cooper Howard
People have been saying shit like that for years. I'll stop the exchange. I'll get your Cold Fusion back. But I'm not gonna kill a man to do it.
Like yourself, Mister Howard, I am an apex competitor. We are the very best at what we do. And I what I do is, I know everything. I know who is making what technology, and I acquire that technology in the most lucrative moment in its span of functionality. This week I'm acquiring Cold Fusion from Vault-Tec.
I routinely design and run mathematical paradigms based on global, political, and socioeconomic conditions in an effort to predict future events. And one spring morning, the data coalesced. And told me in no uncertain terms that the world would...well, end.
The date of the end of the world may not interest you, Mister Howard. But the date that data coalesced might. April 14th, 2065. At 5:17 AM. Is that date of any interest to you?
That is vexingly curious, isn't it? More curious is that you were not meant to come to Las Vegas this weekend. Your wife Barbara was meant to come alone. The moment you bought your ticket to Las Vegas, the date the world was going to end jumped forward by one month.
No. No, the bombs will not be dropped by me or any of the idiots in that meeting. I believe there is another player at the table. The same unknown entity responsible for your demon in the snow.
And it does. I'm making sure of it by making use of every single piece of technology at my disposal. [genuinely frightened] But..but what if I'm not the House? What if someone else is?
I'm a lunatic? I would encourage you to gaze inward, Mister Howard. To your small life. Spending your days pretending to be a cowboy, while your wife is making apocalyptic proposals at board meetings! And I'm building a missile system to defend this glorious city from what's coming! But from whom, Mister Howard?! From whom?!
Who ends the world Mister Howard? Is it you? What if it is you?! I don't think you're a cowboy at all! No! I think you're a killer! I think I know exactly who you are!
Last night, I was thinking about when I proposed to you. Catalina. We walked out to that romantic point. The rocks were all covered in seagull shit. I'll never forget the sound it made when I took a knee. You know the thing that I can't figure out? Were you a monster back then? Or did you become one later?
This is not one of your movies with a happy ending. There is nothing we can do. If there was, I would have done it. I have tried to do it. This deal is going forward whether we like it or not. Please, look at me. I am your wife. You know me.
I know you're a good person. And I know you're trying to do the right thing. I want to believe in people like you, that fight for all the right things, but you don't make it easy. I saw you at the VA meeting last week. Why can't good people like you learn to sell it better?
CDCongresswoman Diane Welch
I don't know. How's that worked in your experience?
They're delivering the most powerful technology in the world to the most powerful man in the world. Robert House wants the diode so he can live forever. And Vaul-Tec gets the bombs in exchange. And when they do that...
No, I get it. I wouldn't give it to me either. But if it helps, two hours ago an unmarked government plane landed at McCarran Airport. The President of the United States is in Las Vegas. How would you feel about giving it directly to him?