[The Cigarette Smoking Man enters an isolation cell, Jeremiah Smith sits strapped in a chair, CSM lights up a cigarette and takes a seat in front of Jeremiah]
Cigarette Smoking Man:
..This becomes a responsibility - [sighs lightly] - The thing that I'm now called upon to put right and put down. Certainly you expected nothing less.
Jeremiah Smith:
I'm not ashamed of my actions.
Cigarette Smoking Man:
Ashamed? You're not allowed the luxury of human weakness and penitence. You're not allowed to put your indulgences ahead of the greater purpose.
Jeremiah Smith:
I no longer believe in the greater purpose.
Cigarette Smoking Man:
Then your fate is just.
Jeremiah Smith:
My justice is not for you to mete out; You may have reason, you have no right. You have no means either.
Cigarette Smoking Man:
[irritated] You presume to dictate duty to me? Have you any idea what the cost of your actions is? What their effect might be? Who are you to give them hope?
Jeremiah Smith:
What do you give them?
Cigarette Smoking Man:
We give them happiness, and they give us authority.
Jeremiah Smith:
The authority to take away their freedom under the guise of democracy.
Cigarette Smoking Man:
Men can never be free - Because they're weak, corrupt, worthless and restless.. The people believe in authority. They've grown tired of waiting for miracle and mystery. Science is their religion. No greater explanation exists for them. They must never believe any differently if the project is to go forward.
Jeremiah Smith:
At what cost to them?
Cigarette Smoking Man:
The question is irrelevant, and the outcome inevitable. The date is set.
[Jeremiah Smith transforms into Deep Throat, CSM is surprised, somewhat shocked]
Jeremiah Smith:
(as Deep Throat) At what cost to them for your own selfish benefit? How many must die at your hand to preserve your stake in the project?
[CSM, still slightly rattled and uncomfortable, gets up and prepares to leave, bangs on the cell door, turns and faces Jeremiah]
Cigarette Smoking Man:
I'm not impressed by your miracles or moved by your trickery. Your justice will be meted out.
Jeremiah Smith:
(as Deep Throat) By whom this time and by what tool?
[Cell door opens, CSM turns away, takes a step outside the door and then turns back to face Jeremiah]
Cigarette Smoking Man:
..By those who possess the tool of your destruction.
