12 Monkeys Page #8

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Bob?

Hello.

Dr. Railly,

Jim Halperin, Philly P.D.

- Sorry to call you so early this mornin'.

- You found him? Is he okay?

No, no.

Au contraire, Doctor.

No sign of your good friend, the

kidnapper. However, the plot does thicken.

I've got a ballistics report

on my desk.

It says the bullet you claim you removed

from Mr. Cole's thigh is, in fact, an antique.

And all indications are...

it was fired sometime prior

to the 1920s.

- How 'bout I take a spin down there?

- This can't be.

Maybe you and I can grab

a bite to eat.

Maybe you could revise or amplify

your statement. Dr. Railly?

No!

You can't trick us, you know.

- It wouldn't work.

- No, sir.

You haven't become addicted,

have you, Cole,

to that dying world?

No, sir.

I just want to do my part

to get us back on top,

in charge of the planet.

And I have the experience.

I know the people involved.

He really is

the most qualified.

But all that behavior.

You said we weren't real, Cole.

I don't think the human mind is meant

to exist in... t-two different...

uh, whatever you called it...

dimensions?

It's just too stressful.

You said that yourself.

It's very confusing. You don't know

what's real and what's not.

- But you know what's real now.

- Yes, sir. I do.

No, no. I don't know anything about...

a monkey army, Doctor.

No, no.

Nothing whatsoever.

Good Lord, if my son was ever involved

in something like that-

Yeah? Well, I'm sorry.

I think it's

doubly inappropriate to discuss...

security matters with you,

Doctor, uh, Railly.

But, uh, if it will ease

your mind,

rest assured that neither my son

nor any other unauthorized person...

has access to potentially dangerous

organisms in my laboratory.

Is that clear to you now?

Thank you so much for your concern.

Women psychiatrists!

I attended a lecture of hers once.

"Apocalyptic Visions. "

Yes. She was suddenly struck...

by the most preposterous notion

about Jeffrey.

Has she succumbed to her own...

"theoretical" Cassandra disease?

Maybe we ought to review

our security procedures.

Yeah. Perhaps upgrade 'em,

you know?

Beef 'em up, hmm?

Let's consider again

our current information.

If the symptoms were first detected

in Philadelphia...

on December 27, 1996,

that makes us know that-

It was released in Philadelphia,

probably on December 13, 1996.

And was seen sequentially

after that in-

San Francisco, New Orleans,

Rio de Janeiro,

Rome, Kinshasa,

Karachi, Bangkok,

then Peking.

That was very well done, Cole.

Hello!

Is somebody in there? If you're

in there, I have to talk to you.

- It's the kidnap woman.

- Hello?

The one who was with the guy

who tied us up.

- I have to talk.

- Turn off the lights. Turn off the light!

- What's she doin'?

- She's drawing attention to us, that's what.

I don't know what you're up to this time,

Goines, but you're gonna get us in deep sh*t.

- Walkies ready? Batteries charged?

- Mmm.

I saw you!

I saw somebody in there!

- Come on.

- Secret experiments.

That's what they do.

Secret weird stuff.

- Not just on animals.

- I know you.

- Do 'em on people too, down at-

- Have you seen James Cole?

- The man who-

- They're watching you.

- Takin' pictures.

- The police.

I know. Look.

I have to contact James.

It's very, very important that he's

really careful when he reaches me.

- Do you understand that? Good.

- Yeah. Yeah. Who's James?

He was with me.

He spoke to you... several weeks ago.

He said that you were from the future

and that you were watching him.

Bolt cutters.

Bolt cutters.

- Did you get bolt cutters?

- One dozen. They're in the van.

- Got the plans for the security system?

- Right here.

- Committed to memory.

- Hey! Hey!

- You know what she's doin' out there?

- What's it say?

- I don't know. I can't see it. - Forget about

my psychiatrist and concentrate on the task at hand.

Your psychiatrist?

- Did you just say your psychiatrist?

- Ex-psychiatrist.

This woman was your psychiatrist, and

now she's spray-painting our building?

What's it say?

Kathryn!

James?

James!

- James.

- What? What?

- There's a policeman over there. Pretend you

don't know me. - No. I want to turn myself in.

- Where is he? Where is he?

- James! Down!

- Come on.

- No, no. It's okay. I'm not crazy anymore.

I mean, I am. I'm mentally

divergent. I know that now.

I want you to help me.

I want to get better.

James!

Let's get outta here.

He's goin'.

He's goin'.

- I've seen that before.

- No, James, you haven't.

A guy in a Ford is chasing her

and some other guy I can't see.

No problem. It's probably

just another kidnapping...

featuring Jeffrey's shrink.

Pardon me.

Make that ex-shrink.

This is your leader?

A certifiable lunatic...

who told his former psychiatrist all his plans

for God knows what whacko irresponsible schemes?

God knows what she's written

on that wall!

Who cares what psychiatrists

write on walls?

You think I told her about

the Army of the Twelve Monkeys, huh?

Impossible! Do you know why?

Do you know why?

Because, you pathetically ineffectual and

pusillanimous pretend friend to 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 thought of it yet.

- Then how come she knows what's goin' on?

- Here's my theory on that.

When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied

inexhaustibly in the guise of mental health.

I was interrogated, x-rayed.

I was examined thoroughly.

They took everything about me and put it into a

computer where they created a model of my mind.

Yes! Using that model,

they managed to generate every thought I

could possibly have in the next ten years,

which they then filtered through

a probability matrix of some kind...

to determine everything

I was gonna do in that period.

So you see, she knew I was gonna lead the

Army of the Twelve Monkeys into history...

before it even occurred to me.

She knows everything I'm ever gonna do

before I know it myself.

How's that?

Kweskin, you finish here.

I'll meet you there.

And if you forget one thing, I will have

you shaved, sterilized and destroyed.

- Jeff?

- What?

You're a great man.

Ahh, f*** the bozos!

He's seriously crazy.

You know that.

On the lookout for-

The name is Cole.

There. Over there.

Okay. Come on.

- I need a room.

- Thirty-five bucks an hour.

- An hour?

- You want quarter hours? Go someplace else.

Uh, here's...

twenty-five, six, seven

for an hour.

- Deal?

- Hey! Turn it off!

One hour, honey babe.

Number sixty-four.

Sixth floor.

Up the stairs, end of the hall.

Elevator's busted.

She's not honey babe.

She's a doctor.

My psychiatrist.

Understand?

Whatever gets it up for you, Jack.

Tommy, this is Charlie

over at the Globe.

You know if Wallace has a new girl?

Sort of a rookie type?

A little weird? Does fantasy acts?

Okay, you were standing there

looking up at the moon.

You were splashing

through the water, and then what?

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