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Does this bother you, Mr. Cole?
No! Look, I don't belong here! What I need to do is make a telephone call to straighten everything out.
Who would you call, Mr. Cole, who would straighten everything out?
Scientists. I'm supposed to report in to them. They'll want to know they sent me to the wrong time.
So you could talk to these scientists and they do what? Send you to the future?
No, no. I can't talk to them. It's called, "voice mail". I'm supposed to leave messages. They monitor it from the present.
Mr. Cole? My name is Doctor Railly. I'm a psychiatrist. I work for the County I don't work for the police. My only concern is your well being do you understand that?
I need to go now.
I'm going to be completely honest. I'm not going to lie to you. I can't make the police let you go...but I do want to help you. And I want you to trust me. Can you do that, James? May I call you "James"?
"James"! Nobody ever calls me that.
Have you been a patient at County? Have I seen you someplace?
No, not possible. Listen, I have to get out of here. I'm supposed to be getting information.
What kind of information?
It won't help you. You can't do anything about it. You can't change anything.
Change what?
I need to go.
Do you know why you're here, James.
Because I'm a good observer. Because I have a tough mind.
I see. You don't remember assaulting a police officer...several officers?
They wanted identification. I don't have any identification. I wasn't trying to hurt them.
You don't have a driver's license, James? Or a Social Security card?
No.
Why not? Most people have some ID.
You wouldn't understand.
You've been in an institution, haven't you, James? A hospital?
I have to go.
A jail? Prison?
Underground.
Hiding?
I love this air. This is wonderful air.
What's wonderful about the air, James?
It's so clean. No germs.
You're afraid of germs?
I have to go.
Why do you think there aren't any germs in the air, James?
This is April, right?
July.
July?!
Do you know what year it is?
What year is it?
What year do you think it is?
1995?
You think it's July of 1995? That's the future, James. Do you think you're living in the future?
No, 1995 is the past.
1995 is the future, James. This is 1989.
It was some lady. She didn't know anything.
Perhaps it was a wrong number...
No. That's the reason they chose me I remember things.
James, where did you grow up? Was it around here? Around Baltimore?
What?
I have the...strangest feeling I've met you before...a long time ago, perhaps. Were you ever...?
Wait! This is only 1989! I'm supposed to be leaving messages in 1995. It's not the right number yet. That's the problem. Damn! How can I contact them?
It's just a shot to calm you.
No more drugs. Please...
I have to do this, James. You're very confused.
Cole! James Cole! You escaped from a locked room six years ago.
1989. Six years for you. There's the sign! Right here!
I can't believe this is a coincidence, Mr. Cole. Have you been...following me?
You told me you'd help me. I know this isn't what you meant, but...I was desperate... no money...bum leg... sleeping on the streets. I probably smell bad. Sorry about that. But then I saw your book in a store window with a notice about your lecture. I can read, remember?
Yes, I remember. Why do you want to go to Philadelphia?
It's the next step. I checked out the Baltimore information, it was nothing. It's Philadelphia, that's where they are, the ones who killed everyone. Zs that a radio? Does it play music?
You used to call me "James".
You'd prefer that? ... James...you don't really have a gun, do you.
Everybody's got a gun. In this city...
"Never cry wolf!"
What?
My father told me that. "Never cry wolf." Then people won't believe you if...something really happens.
"If something really happens"...like what, James?
Something bad. Is that all the music? I don't want to hear this stuff...
Did something terrible happen to you when you were a child? Something so bad...?
Ohhhh, that one! Can we hear that one?
You were in my dream just now. Your hair was different, but I'm sure it was you.
We dream about what's important in our lives. And I seem to have become pretty important in yours. What was the dream about?
About an airport...before everything happened. It's the same dream I always have the only one. I'm a little kid in it.
And I was in it? What did I do?
You were very upset. You're always very upset in the dream, but I never knew it was you before.
It wasn't me before, James. It's become me now because of...what's happening. Please untie me.
No, I think it was always you. It's very strange.
You're flushed. And you were moaning. I think you're running a fever. What are you doing?
My notes. Observations. Clues.
Clues? What kind of clues?
A secret army. The Army of The Twelve Monkeys. I've told you about them. They spread the virus. That's why we have to get to Philadelphia. I have to find them it's my assignment.
What will you do...when you find this...secret army?
I just have to locate the virus in its original form before it mutates. So scientists can come back and study it and find a cure. So that those of us who survived can go back to the surface of the earth.
Does that disturb you, James? Thinking about that little boy in the well?
When I was a kid I identified with that kid, down there alone in that pipe...a hundred feet down doesn't know if they're going to save him.
What do you mean when you were a kid?
Nevermind. It's not real it's a hoax. A prank. He's hiding in a barn. Hey, turn left here. Left!
Look, I'm warning you. You do anything, I'm going to go crazy hurt people!
I'm not going to "do" anything, I promise. But you need help, James. None of this is what you think it is.
They're keeping an eye on me.
Who's keeping an eye on you?
The man...with the voice. I recognized him. He's from the present. He...
Are you hurt?
Uh, no. Yes. I mean, just some scrapes...
Oh, Jesus, James! You killed him!
I did him a favor. Now come on.
You didn't have a gun before, did you?
I've got one now.
I told you what I want. Lock the door!

Does this bother you, Mr. Cole?

No! Look, I don't belong here! What I need to do is make a telephone call to straighten everything out.

Who would you call, Mr. Cole, who would straighten everything out?

Scientists. I'm supposed to report in to them. They'll want to know they sent me to the wrong time.

So you could talk to these scientists and they do what? Send you to the future?

No, no. I can't talk to them. It's called, "voice mail". I'm supposed to leave messages. They monitor it from the present.

Mr. Cole? My name is Doctor Railly. I'm a psychiatrist. I work for the County I don't work for the police. My only concern is your well being do you understand that?

I need to go now.

I'm going to be completely honest. I'm not going to lie to you. I can't make the police let you go...but I do want to help you. And I want you to trust me. Can you do that, James? May I call you "James"?

"James"! Nobody ever calls me that.

Have you been a patient at County? Have I seen you someplace?

No, not possible. Listen, I have to get out of here. I'm supposed to be getting information.

What kind of information?

It won't help you. You can't do anything about it. You can't change anything.

Change what?

I need to go.

Do you know why you're here, James.

Because I'm a good observer. Because I have a tough mind.

I see. You don't remember assaulting a police officer...several officers?

They wanted identification. I don't have any identification. I wasn't trying to hurt them.

You don't have a driver's license, James? Or a Social Security card?

No.

Why not? Most people have some ID.

You wouldn't understand.

You've been in an institution, haven't you, James? A hospital?

I have to go.

A jail? Prison?

Underground.

Hiding?

I love this air. This is wonderful air.

What's wonderful about the air, James?

It's so clean. No germs.

You're afraid of germs?

I have to go.

Why do you think there aren't any germs in the air, James?

This is April, right?

July.

July?!

Do you know what year it is?

What year is it?

What year do you think it is?

1995?

You think it's July of 1995? That's the future, James. Do you think you're living in the future?

No, 1995 is the past.

1995 is the future, James. This is 1989.

It was some lady. She didn't know anything.

Perhaps it was a wrong number...

No. That's the reason they chose me I remember things.

James, where did you grow up? Was it around here? Around Baltimore?

What?

I have the...strangest feeling I've met you before...a long time ago, perhaps. Were you ever...?

Wait! This is only 1989! I'm supposed to be leaving messages in 1995. It's not the right number yet. That's the problem. Damn! How can I contact them?

It's just a shot to calm you.

No more drugs. Please...

I have to do this, James. You're very confused.

Cole! James Cole! You escaped from a locked room six years ago.

1989. Six years for you. There's the sign! Right here!

I can't believe this is a coincidence, Mr. Cole. Have you been...following me?

You told me you'd help me. I know this isn't what you meant, but...I was desperate... no money...bum leg... sleeping on the streets. I probably smell bad. Sorry about that. But then I saw your book in a store window with a notice about your lecture. I can read, remember?

Yes, I remember. Why do you want to go to Philadelphia?

It's the next step. I checked out the Baltimore information, it was nothing. It's Philadelphia, that's where they are, the ones who killed everyone. Zs that a radio? Does it play music?

You used to call me "James".

You'd prefer that? ... James...you don't really have a gun, do you.

Everybody's got a gun. In this city...

"Never cry wolf!"

What?

My father told me that. "Never cry wolf." Then people won't believe you if...something really happens.

"If something really happens"...like what, James?

Something bad. Is that all the music? I don't want to hear this stuff...

Did something terrible happen to you when you were a child? Something so bad...?

Ohhhh, that one! Can we hear that one?

You were in my dream just now. Your hair was different, but I'm sure it was you.

We dream about what's important in our lives. And I seem to have become pretty important in yours. What was the dream about?

About an airport...before everything happened. It's the same dream I always have the only one. I'm a little kid in it.

And I was in it? What did I do?

You were very upset. You're always very upset in the dream, but I never knew it was you before.

It wasn't me before, James. It's become me now because of...what's happening. Please untie me.

No, I think it was always you. It's very strange.

You're flushed. And you were moaning. I think you're running a fever. What are you doing?

My notes. Observations. Clues.

Clues? What kind of clues?

A secret army. The Army of The Twelve Monkeys. I've told you about them. They spread the virus. That's why we have to get to Philadelphia. I have to find them it's my assignment.

What will you do...when you find this...secret army?

I just have to locate the virus in its original form before it mutates. So scientists can come back and study it and find a cure. So that those of us who survived can go back to the surface of the earth.

Does that disturb you, James? Thinking about that little boy in the well?

When I was a kid I identified with that kid, down there alone in that pipe...a hundred feet down doesn't know if they're going to save him.

What do you mean when you were a kid?

Nevermind. It's not real it's a hoax. A prank. He's hiding in a barn. Hey, turn left here. Left!

Look, I'm warning you. You do anything, I'm going to go crazy hurt people!

I'm not going to "do" anything, I promise. But you need help, James. None of this is what you think it is.

They're keeping an eye on me.

Who's keeping an eye on you?

The man...with the voice. I recognized him. He's from the present. He...

Are you hurt?

Uh, no. Yes. I mean, just some scrapes...

Oh, Jesus, James! You killed him!

I did him a favor. Now come on.

You didn't have a gun before, did you?

I've got one now.

I told you what I want. Lock the door!