12 Monkeys Page #2

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See? More games.

Games. They vegetize you.

See?

If you play the games, you're

voluntarily taking a tranquilizer.

I guess they gave you

some chemical restraints. Drugs!

What'd they give you? Thorazine?

Haldol? How much? How much?

Learn your drugs.

Know your dosages. It's elementary.

- I need to make a telephone call.

- A telephone call?

That's communication with the outside

world. Doctor's discretion. No.

If all of these nuts

could just make phone calls,

it could spread insanity

oozing through telephone cables,

oozing to the ears of all these poor,

sane people, infecting them.

Wackos everywhere.

A plague of madness.

In fact, very few, Jim- Jim, 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.

That's not why you're here!

That's not why you're here!

You're here

because of the system.

There's the television.

It's all right there.

All right there.

Look, listen, kneel, pray.

The commercials!

We're not productive anymore. Don't

make things anymore. It's all automated.

What are we for then?

We're consumers, Jim.

Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff,

you're a good citizen.

But if you don't buy a lot of stuff,

what are you then?

What?

You're mentally ill.

Fact, Jim. Fact! If you don't

buy things:
toilet paper, new cars,

electrically-operated sexual devices, stereo

systems with brain-implanted headphones,

screwdrivers with miniature built-in

radar devices, voice-activated computers-

Take it easy, Jeffrey.

Be calm!

Right.

That's right.

You're a very attractive woman.

Hah!

If you want to watch a particular

television program, like All My Children,

you can go to the charge nurse and tell her

the day, the time the show you wanna see is on.

But you have to tell her

before the show is scheduled to be on.

There was this guy, and he was always

requesting shows that had already played.

Yes. No.

You have to tell her before.

He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the

charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday.

She couldn't turn back time!

Thank you, Einstein.

Now he, he was nuts.

He was a fruitcake, Jim.

Okay, that's it, Jeffrey.

You're gonna get a shot.

- I warned you.

- Right. Right, right, right.

I got a little carried away...

explaining the inner workings

of the institution to Jim.

Hmm? Hmm?

I don't really come

from outer space.

Oh. L.J. Washington.

He doesn't really come from outer space.

- Don't mock me, my friend.

Get outta my chair!

It's a condition

of mental divergence.

I find myself

on the planet Ogo.

Part of

an intellectual elite...

preparing to subjugate

the barbarian hordes on Pluto.

But even though this is a totally

convincing reality for me in every way,

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?

This is a place

for crazy people.

I'm not crazy.

We don't use that term,

"crazy," Mr. Cole.

You've got some real nuts here!

I know some things

that you don't know.

It's gonna be very difficult

for you to understand it.

- Hey!

- Hey, hey.

I'm not gonna hurt anyone!

All right.

Look, have any of you heard...

of the Army

of the Twelve Monkeys?

They, they paint this.

They stencil this on the sides

of buildings everywhere.

- Have you seen this?

- Mr. Cole?

Why don't you take your time and try

to explain this from the beginning?

Right, right.

It's 1990.

Okay, that makes sense.

They wouldn't've been active yet.

Um-

Five billion people died

in 1996 and 1997.

Almost the entire population

of the world.

Only about one percent

of us survived.

- Are you going to save us?

- How can I save you? This already happened.

I can't save you.

Nobody can.

I am simply trying to gather information

to help the people in the present...

trace the path of the virus.

- We're not in the present now, Mr. Cole?

- No.

1990 is the past. This already

happened. That's what I'm trying-

Mr. Cole? Mr. Cole?

You believe 1996

is the present then, is that it?

No! 1996 is the past too.

Listen to me. What I-

What I- What I need to do

is make a telephone call.

I can straighten this out

if I make a telephone call.

Who would you call?

Who would straighten everything out?

The scientists. They'll want to know

that they sent me to the wrong time.

I can leave a voice mail message

that they monitor from the present.

Can I just make

one telephone call, please?

Please?

What are you doin' in the dog bowl?

Get outta there!

- Who put those Doritos in there anyway?

Yes? What?

Voice mail?

Look, I don't know-

Stop makin' that noise!

I don't know what

you're talkin' about.

Is this a joke?

I don't know any scientists.

Duanne, get out-

James who?

Wasn't who you expected?

No. It was some lady.

She didn't know anything.

Well, maybe it was

the wrong number.

No. That's why they chose me.

I remember things.

James, where did you grow up?

Dr. Railly.

- I have the strangest feeling

I've met you before.

Wait. This is 1990. I'm supposed to be

leaving messages in 1996!

It's not the right number yet!

That's the problem!

We have a message for them.

No!

Won't work.

Can't open it.

You think you can remove the grill,

but you can't. It's welded.

See? Told you.

All the doors are locked too.

They're protecting the people

on the outside from us...

when the people on the outside

are as crazy as us.

Do you know what "crazy" is?

Crazy is majority rules. Yeah.

Take germs for example.

Germs?

In the eighteenth century,

no such thing. Nada. Nothing.

No one ever imagined such a thing!

No sane person anyway.

Along comes this doctor.

Semmelweis!

Semmelweis.

Semmelweis comes along and he's trying

to convince people, other doctors mainly,

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 "what do you

call 'em? Germs? Huh? What?"

Now, cut to

the twentieth century.

Last week as a matter of fact, right

before I got dragged into this hellhole!

I go in to order a burger in this fast-food

joint. The guy drops it on the floor.

Jim, he picks it up,

wipes it off.

He hands it to me

like it was all okay.

"What about the germs?" I say.

He says, "I don't believe in germs.

Germs are a plot they made up so they

can sell you disinfectants and soaps. "

Now, he's crazy, right? See?

There's no right. There's no wrong.

There's only popular opinion.

You, you, you believe in germs, right?

I'm not crazy.

Of course not! You wanna

escape, right? That's very sane.

I can help you. You want me

to, don't ya? Get you out?

- You know how to get outta here?

Yes, my son!

- Then why don't ya? - Why don't I try

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