[Frank leaves the building. Across the street on a grassy area stands Peter Watts. Frank sees him and hesitates, as if to walk on, then goes over to Watts.]
FRANK: She's your daughter, Peter. You know, they don't even have a name for what you're doing.
WATTS: I'm doing everything I can to get her back. Do you think we're not trying? The Group took a big hit when you left.
FRANK: Don't flatter me.
WATTS: That's the truth.
FRANK: You don't even know the truth anymore. What do they want? How many times have you talked to them?
WATTS: It's immaterial. Their demands are never going to be met.
FRANK: Never be met by you? Her father?
WATTS: Not by me, by the Group.
FRANK: Desert Storm. Is that what this is about?
[Watts doesn't answer.]
FRANK: What's the Group's involvement?
WATTS: Group intelligence helped the US keep casualties down to a hundred and forty–seven.
FRANK: Another lie.
WATTS: Then stop asking me questions you know I can't answer! You know I can't.
[Watts now is almost crying.]
WATTS: Will you help me find her?
"Good bye to all that"
WATTS: You've always seen the Group through clouded eyes.
FRANK: No, I saw clearly.
WATTS: Our faults, yes, but never what we were attempting to do. Man has made a mess of Eden. Our greed is only eclipsed by our tribal stupidity and our brutality.
[Frank looks at him as Watts spouts the party line. Watts's mood seems lighter, as though he wanting to believe this.]
WATTS: We are rushing toward an apocalypse of our own creation.
FRANK: This is cult propaganda.
WATTS: No, fact, Frank. Maybe not the end of the physical world, but the end of a world that is worthy of human life. And that's not that something that the Group invented, that's what the Group is trying to prevent.
FRANK: You mean control.
WATTS: No, no. I mean, attempting to preserve human values that are worth preserving. We're shepherds, Frank, all of us.
FRANK: What did you say?
WATTS: Choosing the future. It's already happened, Frank.