12 Monkeys Page #4
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2015
- 42 min
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PATIENTS, in K-Mart street clothes or ratty robes, stare gloomily
at the TV, or play cards, pace, or just stare blankly.
BILLINGS is at COLE'S side, beckoning to a patient, JEFFREY MASON,
a twenty year old white youth dressed in khakis and a plaid shirt.
BILLINGS:
Jeffrey. Yo! Jeffrey. This here is James.
Whyncha show James around? Tell him the TV
rules, show him the games an' stuff, okay?
JEFFREY:
(with a sly look)
How much you gonna pay me? Huh? I'd
be doing your job.
BILLINGS:
Five thousand dollars, my man. That
enough? I'll wire it to your account
as usual, okay?
JEFFREY:
Okay, Billings. Five thousand. That's
enough. Five thousand dollars. I'll
give him the Deluxe Mental Hospital Tour.
As BILLINGS walks away chuckling, JEFFREY turns to COLE.
JEFFREY:
Kid around, kid around. It makes them feel
good, we're all pals. We're prisoners, they're
the guards, but it's all in good fun, you see?
COLE nods and JEFFREY indicates card tables where PATIENTS are
playing cards, checkers, chess, or working on jig saw puzzles.
JEFFREY:
Here's the games. Games vegitize you.
If you play the games, you're
voluntarily taking a tranquilizer.
COLE sees a partially completed puzzle of the well-known painting,
THE PEACEABLE KINGDOM, depicting a serene world of animals in harmony.
JEFFREY:
What'd they give you? Thorazine? How
much? Learn your drugs -- know your doses.
COLE:
I need to make a telephone call.
JEFFREY:
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.
(suddenly sly and confidential)
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.
(indicating the TV)
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...
(getting hysterical)
SCREWDRIVERS WITH MINIATURE BUILT-IN
RADAR DEVICES, STEREO SYSTEMS WITH
BRAIN IMPLANTED HEADPHONES, VOICE-
ACTIVATED COMPUTERS, AND...
A woman orderly, TERRY, turns from the feeble PATIENT she's helping.
TERRY:
Take it easy, Jeffrey. Be calm.
Abruptly, JEFFREY stifles his hysteria, takes a deep breath and
continues, completely calm now. But COLE isn't listening. He's
mesmerized by the TV.
JEFFREY:
So if you want to watch a particular
program, say "All My Children" or
something, you go to the Charge Nurse
and tell her what day and time the show
you want to see is on. But you have to
tell her before the show is scheduled
to be on. There was this one guy who
was always requesting shows that had already
played. He couldn't quite grasp the
idea that the Charge Nurse couldn't
just make it be yesterday for him, turn
back time ha ha. What a fruitcake!!
This last thought actually penetrates COLE'S focus on the TV and
he turns to JEFFREY who's picking up speed again.
JEFFREY:
Seriously, more and more people are
being defined now as mentally ill. Why?
Because they're not consuming on their
own. But as patients, they becone
consumers of mental health care. And
this gives the so-called sane people work!
(hysteria again)
WHOOO! SHOCK THERAPY! GROUP THERAPY!
HALLUCINATIONS! THERAPEUTIC DRUGS!
IGGIDY DIGGIDY DIG! PERFECT! THE
SYSTEM IN HARMONY LIKE A BIG MACHINE...
TERRY:
Okay, that's it, Jeffrey, you're gonna
get a shot. I warned you...
JEFFREY:
(calming himself, smiling)
Right! Right! Carried away, heh heh.
I got "carried away". Explaining the
workings of...the institution.
Just then, TJ WASHINGTON, a somber-looking African American in a
bathrobe, taps COLE on the shoulder.
TJ WASHINGTON:
I don't really come from outer space.
JEFFREY:
This is TJ Washington, Jim -- he
doesn't really come from outer space.
TJ WASHINGTON:
Don't mock me, my friend.
(to Cole)
It's a condition of "mental divergence".
I find myself on another planet, Ogo,
part of an intellectual elite, preparing
to subjugate barbarian hordes on Pluto.
But even though it's a totally convincing
reality in every way...I can feel, breathe,
hear...nevertheless, Ogo is actually a
construct of my psyche. I am mentally
divergent in that I am escaping certain
unnamed realities that plague my life
here. When I stop going there, I will
be well. Are you also divergent, friend?
The P.A. SYSTEM interrupts, startling COLE.
P.A. SYSTEM (v.o.)
James Cole. Report to Staff. James Cole!
JEFFREY:
Staff! Whoo! Time for Staff. Now the
geniuses cure you. Hallelujah!
INT. PSYCH WARD CONFERENCE ROOM - MINUTES LATER (DAY)
COLE is agitated, speaking forcefully.
COLE:
This is a place for crazy people! I'm
not crazy!
RAILLY, four other PSYCHIATRIC RESIDENTS, including RAILLY'S best
friend, MARILOU MARTIN, and their chief, DR. OWEN FLETCHER, sit
around a beat-up conference table, watching COLE, who sits facing
the doctors, with BILLINGS looming behind him. (Some of the DOCTORS
bear a strong resemblance to the SCIENTISTS OF THE FUTURE.)
RESIDENT #1
We don't use that term..."crazy", Mr. Cole.
COLE:
Well, you've got some real nuts in here!
Listen to me, all of you -- I have to
tell you something that's going to be
difficult for you to understand, but...
DR. RAILLY
James...please. These are all doctors
here and we want to help you.
DR. FLETCHER
Mr. Cole -- last night you told Dr.
Railly you thought it was...
(checking a file)
1995. ... How about right now? Do you
know what year it is right now?
COLE:
1989. Look, I'm not confused. There's been
a mistake, I've been sent to the wrong place.
Suddenly, COLE reaches out and BILLINGS lunges forward, but COLE
is just grabbing a pad and pencil.
COLE:
Hey, I'm not going to hurt anybody.
FLETCHER restrains BILLINGS with a hand signal.
COLE:
(drawing)
Do any of you know anything about the
Army of the Twelve Monkeys? They paint
this, stencil it, on buildings, all
over the place.
COLE waves a sketch of the dancing monkey logo we saw earlier.
DR. CASEY
Mr. Cole...
COLE:
Right. I guess you wouldn't, this is
1989, they're probably not active yet.
That makes sense! Okay. Listen to me,
three billion people died in 1995.
Three billion, got that? Almost
the whole population. Of the world!
Only about one percent survived.
DOCTORS exchange knowing looks. This is an old story, apparently.
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