12 Monkeys Page #3

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to escape? That's what you were gonna ask.

Good question.

Very good question. Intelligent.

Because I would be crazy to escape.

I have sent out word.

- I am all taken care of.

- What does that mean?

I've managed to contact

certain underlings, evil spirits,

secretaries of secretaries, and other

assorted minions who will contact my father.

And when my father finds out

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 person, a guest!

With sheets and towels

like a big hotel,

with great drugs for all of us

nut-case, lunatic, maniac devils!

Sorry. Uh, sorry.

I got a little agitated.

The thought of escape crossed my mind.

And suddenly-

Suddenly I felt like bending

the f***ing bars back!

And ripping out the goddamn window

frames and eating them! Yes, eating them!

And leaping, leaping, leaping!

Colonics for everyone!

Ahh, all right!

You dumb a**holes, I'm a mental patient.

I'm supposed to act out.

Wait'll you morons find out who I am!

My father's gonna be really upset.

And when my father gets upset,

the ground shakes.

My father is God!

I worship my father!

These dramatic videotapes,

secretly obtained by animal rights

activists, have aroused public indignation.

But many scientists

vehemently disagree.

Torture experiments.

- We're all monkeys.

- They hurt you?

Not as bad as what

they're doing to the Easter Bunny.

Look at them.

They're just askin' for it.

Animals inside the lab-

Maybe the human race

deserves to be wiped out.

Wiping out the human race?

It's a great idea!

It's great!

But more of a long-term thing. First we

have to focus on more immediate goals.

I didn't say a word

about you-know-what.

- What are you talking about?

- Your plan. Emancipation.

What are you writing?

You a reporter?

It's private.

- A lawsuit? You gonna sue 'em?

- It's private!

Yo, Jimbo.

Time for your meds.

Take a chance. Live the moment.

Sunshine. Gorgeous beaches.

The Florida Keys!

We'll return you

to the Marx Brothers in Monkey Business.

Monkey business!

Fetch!

Get it?

Monkey. Monk key.

Monk key!

What?

If you see

a bearish future in the decade ahead,

consider the changes sweeping the world

and the opportunities they offer.

"And the opportunities

they offer."

They really dosed you. Jim!

Major load.

Danger, Will Robinson, danger.

You gotta get it together.

Focus, focus, focus.

Remember the plan.

I did my part!

What?

Not "what," when.

- When?

- Yes. When.

Now. Now, Jim. Now!

Yes! Now!

Buy! Sell!

Stocks! Bonds!

Purchase! Sell!

Yes!

No more monkey business!

No... more...

monkey business!

Yes, enhance your portfolio now.

Five hundred dollars. I got

five hundred dollars. I'm insured!

Yeah! Window of opportunity

is opening now.

Now is the time for all good men

to seize the moment. The moment!

Now is the time for all good men

to seize the day!

- Aha!

- Goddamn it, Jeffrey! Quit playin' the fool!

MasterCard!

Visa!

The key to happiness!

Jim, seize the moment!

Jeffrey, come back here!

- For God's sake!

- Jeffrey!

- Go, Jim!

- Get out. Out!

- Come here, Jeffrey!

The future can be yours!

Last chance! Last chance!

Last chance!

Last-

Best place to go

would be Florida.

The Keys are lovely

this time of year.

...it's the only way to travel.

I was gonna bring along the wife and kiddies,

but the grocer couldn't spare another barrel.

I was gonna bring my grandfather,

but there's no room for-

Two's not working today.

Use one.

Kathryn, this was in my box!

But I have a slight suspicion

it wasn't meant for me.

"You are the most bootiful

woman I have ever seen.

You live in a bootiful world,

but you don't know it.

You have freedom, sunshine,

air you can breathe-"

James Cole, right?

"I would do anything to stay her

but I must leave. Please help me. "

Okay, okay, okay.

Poor man.

Hey, Kathryn?

James Cole is one of yours, right?

He eloped.

Last seen, he was up on two.

Sh*t!

We have to know exactly

what's there so we can fix it.

Doctor, we have a visitor.

Um, may I help you? Excuse me?

May I help you?

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Jim? Jim?

Hey, Jimbo.

What's up, man?

Hey, Jimbo.

All right, it's okay.

Take it easy.

- It'll be all right.

- Take care. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

We'll work this out, okay?

Send you back to your room. A little

milk and cookies, you'll be all right.

Just take it easy, okay?

- Come on. Calm down!

Take him down!

Take him the f*** down!

I'm not gonna hurt anyone.

Dr. Railly, help me please.

- We're gonna give you something to calm you, James.

- No! No more drugs!

James, we have to do this.

You're very confused.

No drugs! Stop it!

Kathryn, we've been working together for

four years. I've never seen you like this.

So please stop being so defensive.

This isn't an inquisition.

I didn't think I was being defensive.

I was trying to explain exactly what-

He should've been in restraints.

It was bad judgment on your part,

plain and simple. Why not own up to it?

Okay, it was bad judgment, but I have

the strangest feeling about him.

- I've seen him someplace, and I'm trying-

- Two policemen are in the hospital.

Now we've got a security guard

with a skull fracture.

I said it was bad judgment!

What else do you want me to say?

You see that?

See what I mean?

- You're being defensive. Isn't she being defensive?

- Dr. Fletcher?

- What?

- Ah, we have... another situation.

- He was fully restrained and the door was locked?

- Yes, sir. I did it myself.

And he was fully sedated?

He was fully sedated.

Then, are you trying to tell me a fully

sedated, fully restrained patient...

somehow slipped out that vent,

replaced the grill behind him...

and is wriggling his way

through the ventilation system?

Watch it!

You sure f***ed up!

- Where are you?

- Ah, you can talk!

What'd you do, Bobby boy?

My name's not Bob.

Not a prob, Bob.

Where'd they send you?

Where are you?

Another cell.

Maybe.

What do you mean "maybe"?

What's that supposed to mean?

Maybe means...

maybe I'm in the next cell.

Another volunteer like you.

Or maybe I'm in

the Central Office...

spying on ya

for all those science bozos.

Or hey,

maybe I'm not even here.

Maybe I'm just in your head.

No way to confirm anything.

- Where'd they send ya?

- 1990.

'90! How was it?

Good drugs? Lots of p*ssy?

Hey, Bob, you do the job?

You find out the big info?

Army of the Twelve Monkeys?

It was supposed to be 1996.

Science ain't an exact science

with these clowns,

but they're getting better.

You're lucky you didn't end up

in ancient Egypt.

Shh! They're comin'.

The Freedom for Animals

Association on Second Avenue...

is the secret headquarters

of the Army of the Twelve Monkeys.

They are the ones

who are going to do it.

I can't do any more.

I have to go now.

Have a merry Christmas.

- Well?

- What?

Did you or did you not

record that message?

It's a reconstruction

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