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That would explain the bruises, I guess. The struggle.
You want to go in? Examine him?
Yes, please. You said he gave a name...
James Cole. That's everything we got. None of the James Coles on the computer match him. No license, no prints, no warrants. Nothing. You want me to go in with you?
No, thank you.
I'll be right here...just in case.
One dozen bolt cutters! Whadda you gonna do with one dozen bolt cutters?
You really want to know?
No! Absolutely not. Don't tell me anything.
WHY DON'T WE FORGET MY GODDAMN PSYCHIATRIST AND DEAL WITH THE TASK AT HAND. THIS IS IMPORTANT.
Your psychiatrist? Did you just say, "your psychiatrist"?
Expsychiatrist! Now, what about flashlights? How many flashlights...?
That woman is...was...your... psychiatrist? And now she's spray painting our building?
WHO CARES WHAT PSYCHIATRISTS WRITE ON WALLS? You think I told her about the Army of the 12 Monkeys? Impossible! Know why, you pathetically ineffectual and pusillanimous "pretendfriendto animals"?! I'll tell you why: because when I had anything to do with her six years ago, there was no such thing I hadn't even thought of it yet!
Then how come she knows what's going on?
What...virus?
She knew about it, Jeffrey. She knew you were going to try this.
What virus are we talking about, Dad?
You're insane, Jeffrey.
You "develop" viruses and you're calling me insane? Typical. What does this virus attack? Don't tell me, you sick fuck, it doesn't matter. Have I ever "developed" a virus? Do I put helpless animals in cages and measure their reactions to electrical stimuli? Do I inject radioactive substances into living creatures and examine their bowel movements? Wow! And I'm crazy!
Please tell me, Jeffrey, what exactly are you going to do? I don't have to tell you I'm afraid.
THIS IS A FUCKING EXPERIMENT! YOU'RE OUR HELPLESS LITTLE TEST ANIMAL, DADDY. GOT THAT? NOW WHAT FUCKING VIRUS HAVE YOU COME UP WITH, YOU DEMENTED FUCKING MANIAC?
Don't be defensive, Kathryn, this isn't an inquisition.
I didn't think I was being defensive. I was just...
He should have been in restraints. It was bad judgment on your part, plain and simple. why not just cop to it?
Okay, it was bad judgment. But I have the strangest feeling about him I've seen him somewhere and...
Two policemen were already in the hospital and now we have an orderly with a broken arm and a Security Officer with a fractured skull.
I said it was bad judgment! What else do you want me to say?
You see what I mean? You're being defensive. Isn't she being defensive, Bob?
He was fully sedated!
Then are you trying to tell me that a fully sedated, fully restrained patient somehow slipped out that vent, replaced the grill behind him and that he's wriggling through the ventilation system right now?
He kidnapped you, Kathryn. You saw him murder someone. You knew there was a real possibility he would kill you, too. You were under tremendous emotional stress.
For God sakes, Owen, listen to me he knew about the boy in Fresno and he says three billion people are going to die!
Kathryn, you know he can't possibly know that. You're a rational person. You're a trained psychiatrist. You know the difference between what's real and what's not.
And what we believe is what's accepted as "truth" now, isn't it, Owen? Psychiatry it's the latest religion. And we're the priests we decide what's right and what's wrong we decide who's crazy and who isn't. ... I'm in trouble, Owen. I'm losing my faith.
I mashed the spider, didn't I?
We'll get to the spider later, Mr. Cole. Right now, we want to know everything that you saw.
I asked you, why did you volunteer?
Well, the guard woke me up. He told me I volunteered.
Uh, that message...me?
It's a digital reconstruction of a message, Cole, from a weak signal on our contact number. Did you make that call?
I couldn't call! You sent me to the wrong year! It was 1989.
But you know what's real now?
Yes, sir.
JOSE!
Cole! Oh, God, Cole, where are we?
Jo...Jose????
Pulling out the tooth, man, that was nuts! Here, take this.
Me? Are you kiddin? You're the one! You were a hero, man. They gave you a pardon! And whadda you do? You come back and fuck with your teeth! Wow!
How did you find me?
The phone call, man. The phone call.
The call I just made? Five minutes ago?
Hey, five minutes ago, thirty years ago! Yes, that phone call. I been in training for this a couple a months now ever since I got back from that... "weird" war we were in. You remember that? Here, take it, man! You could still be a hero if you'd cooperate!
This part isn't about the virus, is it?
Hey, man...
It's about obeying, about doing what you're told.
They gave you a pardon, man. Whatdaya want?
Who am I supposed to shoot?
What'd they give you? Thorazine? How much? Learn your drugs know your doses.
I need to make a telephone call.
A telephone call? That's communication with the outside world! Doctor's discretion. Hey, if alla these nuts could just make phone calls, it could spread. Insanity oozing through telephone cables, oozing into the ears of all those poor sane people, infecting them! Whackos everywhere! A plague of madness. In fact, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. I'm not saying you're not mentally ill, for all I know you're crazy as a loon. But that's not why you're here. Why you're here is because of the system, because of the economy. There's the TV. It's all right there. Commercials. We are not productive anymore, they don't need us to make things anymore, it's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers. Okay, buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, you know what? You're mentally ill! That's a fact! If you don't buy things...toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electrically operated sexual devices... SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILTIN RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND...
Germs?!
In the 18th century there was no such thing! Nobody'd ever imagined such a thing no sane person anyway. Along comes this doctor...Semmelweiss, I think. He tries to convince people... other doctors mostly...that there are these teeny tiny invisible "bad things" called germs that get into your body and make you...sick! He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy...crazy? Teeny tiny invisible whaddayou call 'em?..."germs"!
"What about the germs?" I say. He goes, "I don't believe in germs. Germs are just a plot they made up so they can sell you disinfectants and soap!" Now, he's crazy, right? Hey, you believe in germs, don't you?
I'm not crazy.
Of course not, I never thought you were. You want to escape, right? That's very sane. I can help you. You want me to, don't you? Get you out?
If you know how to escape, why don't you...?
Why don't I escape, that's what you were going to ask me, right? 'Cause I'd be crazy to escape! I'm all taken care of, see? I've sent out word.
What's that mean?
I've managed to contact certain underlings, evil spirits, secretaries of secretaries, and assorted minions, who will contact my father. When he learns I'm in this kind of place, he'll have them transfer me to one of those classy joints where they treat you...properly. LIKE A GUEST! LIKE A PERSON! SHEETS! TOWELS! LIKE A BIG HOTEL WITH GREAT DRUGS FOR THE NUT CASE LUNATIC MANIAC DEVILS...
They hurt you!
Not as bad as what they're doing to kitty.
Look at those assholes, they're asking for it! Maybe people deserved to be wiped out!
Wiping cut the human race! That's a great idea! But it's more of a long term thing right now we have to focus on more immediate goals. I didn't say a word about "you know what".
What are you talking about???
You know your plan.
What're you writing? You a reporter?
It's private.
A lawsuit? You going to sue them?
What....???
Wooooo, they really dosed you, bro. Major load! Listen up try and get it together. Focus! Focus! The plan! Remember? I did my part.
What...???
Not, "what", babe! When!
Never saw him before in my life. Go ahead and shoot him or torture him or whatever it is you do.
You do know me. You helped me once.
That would be totally out of character. Helping people is against my principles. See, he definitely doesn't know me. Now, I'm going to go back and listen to my father's very eloquent discourse on the perils of science WHILE YOU TORTURE THIS INTRUDER TO DEATH.
I'm here about some monkeys.
Excuse me what did you say?
Monkeys. Twelve of them.
County Hospital, right? 1989. The "Immaculate Escape" am I right? Why, thank you you look wonderful, too.
Listen to me I can't do anything about what you're going to do. I can't change anything. I can't stop you. I just want some information...
We need to talk. Come on. Upstairs. I am a new person! I'm completely adjusted. Witness the tux. It's Armani. Who chattered? Goines? Weller?
I just need to have access to the pure virus, that's all! For the future!
I don't have time to go upstairs. The police are looking for me. I need to know where it is and exactly what it is.
I get it! This is your old plan, right?
Plan? What are you talking about?
Remember? We were in the dayroom, watching TV, and you were all upset about the...desecration of the planet. And you said to me, "Wouldn't it be great if there was a germ or a virus that could wipe out mankind and leave the plants and animals just as they are?" You do remember that, don't you?
Bulishit! You're fucking with my head!
And that's when I told you my father was this famous virologist and you said, "Hey, he could make a germ and we could steal it!"
Listen, you dumb fuck! The thing mutates We live underground! The world belongs to the fucking dogs and cats. We're like moles or worms. All we want to do is study the original...

That would explain the bruises, I guess. The struggle.

You want to go in? Examine him?

Yes, please. You said he gave a name...

James Cole. That's everything we got. None of the James Coles on the computer match him. No license, no prints, no warrants. Nothing. You want me to go in with you?

No, thank you.

I'll be right here...just in case.

One dozen bolt cutters! Whadda you gonna do with one dozen bolt cutters?

You really want to know?

No! Absolutely not. Don't tell me anything.

WHY DON'T WE FORGET MY GODDAMN PSYCHIATRIST AND DEAL WITH THE TASK AT HAND. THIS IS IMPORTANT.

Your psychiatrist? Did you just say, "your psychiatrist"?

Expsychiatrist! Now, what about flashlights? How many flashlights...?

That woman is...was...your... psychiatrist? And now she's spray painting our building?

WHO CARES WHAT PSYCHIATRISTS WRITE ON WALLS? You think I told her about the Army of the 12 Monkeys? Impossible! Know why, you pathetically ineffectual and pusillanimous "pretendfriendto animals"?! I'll tell you why: because when I had anything to do with her six years ago, there was no such thing I hadn't even thought of it yet!

Then how come she knows what's going on?

What...virus?

She knew about it, Jeffrey. She knew you were going to try this.

What virus are we talking about, Dad?

You're insane, Jeffrey.

You "develop" viruses and you're calling me insane? Typical. What does this virus attack? Don't tell me, you sick fuck, it doesn't matter. Have I ever "developed" a virus? Do I put helpless animals in cages and measure their reactions to electrical stimuli? Do I inject radioactive substances into living creatures and examine their bowel movements? Wow! And I'm crazy!

Please tell me, Jeffrey, what exactly are you going to do? I don't have to tell you I'm afraid.

THIS IS A FUCKING EXPERIMENT! YOU'RE OUR HELPLESS LITTLE TEST ANIMAL, DADDY. GOT THAT? NOW WHAT FUCKING VIRUS HAVE YOU COME UP WITH, YOU DEMENTED FUCKING MANIAC?

Don't be defensive, Kathryn, this isn't an inquisition.

I didn't think I was being defensive. I was just...

He should have been in restraints. It was bad judgment on your part, plain and simple. why not just cop to it?

Okay, it was bad judgment. But I have the strangest feeling about him I've seen him somewhere and...

Two policemen were already in the hospital and now we have an orderly with a broken arm and a Security Officer with a fractured skull.

I said it was bad judgment! What else do you want me to say?

You see what I mean? You're being defensive. Isn't she being defensive, Bob?

He was fully sedated!

Then are you trying to tell me that a fully sedated, fully restrained patient somehow slipped out that vent, replaced the grill behind him and that he's wriggling through the ventilation system right now?

He kidnapped you, Kathryn. You saw him murder someone. You knew there was a real possibility he would kill you, too. You were under tremendous emotional stress.

For God sakes, Owen, listen to me he knew about the boy in Fresno and he says three billion people are going to die!

Kathryn, you know he can't possibly know that. You're a rational person. You're a trained psychiatrist. You know the difference between what's real and what's not.

And what we believe is what's accepted as "truth" now, isn't it, Owen? Psychiatry it's the latest religion. And we're the priests we decide what's right and what's wrong we decide who's crazy and who isn't. ... I'm in trouble, Owen. I'm losing my faith.

I mashed the spider, didn't I?

We'll get to the spider later, Mr. Cole. Right now, we want to know everything that you saw.

I asked you, why did you volunteer?

Well, the guard woke me up. He told me I volunteered.

Uh, that message...me?

It's a digital reconstruction of a message, Cole, from a weak signal on our contact number. Did you make that call?

I couldn't call! You sent me to the wrong year! It was 1989.

But you know what's real now?

Yes, sir.

JOSE!

Cole! Oh, God, Cole, where are we?

Jo...Jose????

Pulling out the tooth, man, that was nuts! Here, take this.

Me? Are you kiddin? You're the one! You were a hero, man. They gave you a pardon! And whadda you do? You come back and fuck with your teeth! Wow!

How did you find me?

The phone call, man. The phone call.

The call I just made? Five minutes ago?

Hey, five minutes ago, thirty years ago! Yes, that phone call. I been in training for this a couple a months now ever since I got back from that... "weird" war we were in. You remember that? Here, take it, man! You could still be a hero if you'd cooperate!

This part isn't about the virus, is it?

Hey, man...

It's about obeying, about doing what you're told.

They gave you a pardon, man. Whatdaya want?

Who am I supposed to shoot?

What'd they give you? Thorazine? How much? Learn your drugs know your doses.

I need to make a telephone call.

A telephone call? That's communication with the outside world! Doctor's discretion. Hey, if alla these nuts could just make phone calls, it could spread. Insanity oozing through telephone cables, oozing into the ears of all those poor sane people, infecting them! Whackos everywhere! A plague of madness. In fact, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. I'm not saying you're not mentally ill, for all I know you're crazy as a loon. But that's not why you're here. Why you're here is because of the system, because of the economy. There's the TV. It's all right there. Commercials. We are not productive anymore, they don't need us to make things anymore, it's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers. Okay, buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, you know what? You're mentally ill! That's a fact! If you don't buy things...toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electrically operated sexual devices... SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILTIN RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND...

Germs?!

In the 18th century there was no such thing! Nobody'd ever imagined such a thing no sane person anyway. Along comes this doctor...Semmelweiss, I think. He tries to convince people... other doctors mostly...that there are these teeny tiny invisible "bad things" called germs that get into your body and make you...sick! He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy...crazy? Teeny tiny invisible whaddayou call 'em?..."germs"!

"What about the germs?" I say. He goes, "I don't believe in germs. Germs are just a plot they made up so they can sell you disinfectants and soap!" Now, he's crazy, right? Hey, you believe in germs, don't you?

I'm not crazy.

Of course not, I never thought you were. You want to escape, right? That's very sane. I can help you. You want me to, don't you? Get you out?

If you know how to escape, why don't you...?

Why don't I escape, that's what you were going to ask me, right? 'Cause I'd be crazy to escape! I'm all taken care of, see? I've sent out word.

What's that mean?

I've managed to contact certain underlings, evil spirits, secretaries of secretaries, and assorted minions, who will contact my father. When he learns I'm in this kind of place, he'll have them transfer me to one of those classy joints where they treat you...properly. LIKE A GUEST! LIKE A PERSON! SHEETS! TOWELS! LIKE A BIG HOTEL WITH GREAT DRUGS FOR THE NUT CASE LUNATIC MANIAC DEVILS...

They hurt you!

Not as bad as what they're doing to kitty.

Look at those assholes, they're asking for it! Maybe people deserved to be wiped out!

Wiping cut the human race! That's a great idea! But it's more of a long term thing right now we have to focus on more immediate goals. I didn't say a word about "you know what".

What are you talking about???

You know your plan.

What're you writing? You a reporter?

It's private.

A lawsuit? You going to sue them?

What....???

Wooooo, they really dosed you, bro. Major load! Listen up try and get it together. Focus! Focus! The plan! Remember? I did my part.

What...???

Not, "what", babe! When!

Never saw him before in my life. Go ahead and shoot him or torture him or whatever it is you do.

You do know me. You helped me once.

That would be totally out of character. Helping people is against my principles. See, he definitely doesn't know me. Now, I'm going to go back and listen to my father's very eloquent discourse on the perils of science WHILE YOU TORTURE THIS INTRUDER TO DEATH.

I'm here about some monkeys.

Excuse me what did you say?

Monkeys. Twelve of them.

County Hospital, right? 1989. The "Immaculate Escape" am I right? Why, thank you you look wonderful, too.

Listen to me I can't do anything about what you're going to do. I can't change anything. I can't stop you. I just want some information...

We need to talk. Come on. Upstairs. I am a new person! I'm completely adjusted. Witness the tux. It's Armani. Who chattered? Goines? Weller?

I just need to have access to the pure virus, that's all! For the future!

I don't have time to go upstairs. The police are looking for me. I need to know where it is and exactly what it is.

I get it! This is your old plan, right?

Plan? What are you talking about?

Remember? We were in the dayroom, watching TV, and you were all upset about the...desecration of the planet. And you said to me, "Wouldn't it be great if there was a germ or a virus that could wipe out mankind and leave the plants and animals just as they are?" You do remember that, don't you?

Bulishit! You're fucking with my head!

And that's when I told you my father was this famous virologist and you said, "Hey, he could make a germ and we could steal it!"

Listen, you dumb fuck! The thing mutates We live underground! The world belongs to the fucking dogs and cats. We're like moles or worms. All we want to do is study the original...