Twelve Monkeys Page #4

- Well?

- What?

Did you or did you not

record that message?

It's a reconstruction

of a deteriorated recording.

Weak signal. We have to

put them together one word at a time.

We just finished rebuilding this.

Did you or did you not

make this call?

I couldn't make any call. You sent me

to the wrong year. It was 1990.

- 1990?

- 1990?

- You're certain of that?

- What'd you do with your time, Cole?

Did you waste it on drugs? Women?

- They forced me to take drugs.

- Forced you?

Why would someone

force you to take drugs?

I was in trouble.

I... got arrested.

I... I did what you wanted.

I got a specimen, a spider.

I didn't have anyplace

to put it, so I ate it.

But you sent me to the wrong year,

so it really doesn't matter.

Did you see this when you went back?

No, sir, I don't think so.

What about these people?

Did you see any of these people?

No. No.

Oh, wait, wait.

Him? You saw that man?

Maybe in the... maybe in

the mental institution.

You were

in a mental institution? Oh, God.

Cole, you were sent back to make

some very important observations.

You could've made a real contribution.

Helped us to reclaim the planet.

As well as reducing your sentence.

The question is, Cole,

do you want another chance?

- Good.

- Last connection going on.

- Stand clear.

- He was your choice.

- Nothing we can do about that now.

No mistakes this time, Cole.

Stay alert.

Keep your eyes open.

Good thinking about the spider.

Try and do something like that again.

Just relax now.

Don't fight it.

We're sending you

to the third quarter of 1996.

Right on the money.

- What? I don't understand!

What? I don't understand!

- Where am I?

I gotta find 'em!

I gotta find 'em!

Help! I don't know where I am!

- You gotta help me find 'em!

- Jose?

- Jose!

- Cole!

Cole, where are we?

Where are we?

- Jose!

- Help me, Cole!

Oh, God! Wait!

"In a season of great pestilence,

there are omens and divinations.

And one of the four beasts

gave unto the seven angels...

seven golden vials

full of the wrath of God,

who liveth forever and ever."

Revelations.

In the fourteenth century,

according to the accounts

of local officials of that time,

this man appeared suddenly in

the village of Wyle near Stonehenge...

in April of 1362.

Using unfamiliar words

and speaking in a strange accent,

the man made dire prognostications

about a pestilence...

which he said would wipe out humanity

in approximately 600 years.

Obviously, this plague-doomsday scenario

is more compelling...

when reality supports it

with a virulent disease,

whether it's the bubonic plague,

smallpox or AIDS.

Now we have technological horrors,

such as chemical warfare,

which reared its ugly head

during the deadly mustard gas

attacks of World War l.

During such an attack in

the French trenches in October of 1917,

we have an account of this soldier,

who, during an assault,

was wounded by shrapnel...

and hospitalized,

apparently in a state of hysteria.

Doctors found that he had lost

all comprehension of French,

but that he spoke

English fluently,

albeit in a regional dialect

they didn't recognize.

The man, though physically

unaffected by the gas,

was beside himself.

He claimed that he had come

from the future-

that he was looking

for a pure germ...

that would ultimately wipe mankind

off the face of the Earth...

- starting in the year 1996.

Though injured, the young soldier

disappeared from the hospital,

no doubt trying to carry on

his mission to warn others,

and substituting

for the agony of war...

a self-inflicted agony

we call the "Cassandra Complex."

Cassandra, in Greek legend,

was condemned to know the future...

but to be disbelieved

when she foretold it.

Hence, the agony of foreknowledge

combined with the impotence

to do anything about it.

I'm going right out

to get vaccinated.

- Hi.

- I think, Dr. Railly, you've given

the alarmists a bad name.

- I have?

- Mm-hmm. Surely there's

very real and convincing data...

- that the planet cannot survive

the excesses of the human race.

- This is true.

Proliferation of atomic devices,

uncontrolled breeding habits,

pollution of land, sea and air,

the rape of the environment.

In this context, isn't it

obvious that Chicken Little

represents the sane vision,

and that Homo sapiens' motto,

"Let's go shopping,"

is the cry of the true lunatic?

- Kathryn, it's time.

- My name is Troy.

Please, Dr. Railly. I wonder

if you're aware of my own studies.

See you at work tomorrow.

Give you a call tomorrow.

- No! No! Get in the car.

Get in the car!

I've got a gun! Get in the car.

All right, drive.

Take my purse. I've got a lot of cash

and credit cards. Take my keys!

Start the car!

No!

Here, turn right.

Turn right here!

Wh-Where are we going?

- Philadelphia.

- That's more than a hundred miles!

- That's why I can't walk there.

- Just let me go.

- Just drive!

- You can take the car.

I don't know how to drive.

I went underground when I was eight

years old. I told you that before.

At the next corner, turn right.

Cole. James Cole.

You escaped from

a locked room six years ago.

- Six years for you.

- Turn around. Get goin'!

- Okay.

I can't believe that

this is a coincidence, Mr. Cole.

- Have you been following me?

- You said you would help me.

I know this isn't what you meant,

but I don't have any money.

I hurt my leg,

and I've been sleeping on the street.

I'm sure I smell bad.

Do you have any food in this car?

You have been following me,

haven't you?

No.

No, I saw this...

in a store window.

- I can read, remember?

- Uh-huh.

Yeah. Why do you want

to go to Philadelphia?

I checked out the Baltimore information.

It was nothing.

It's in Philadelphia. That's where

they are, the ones who did it.

The Twelve Monkeys.

- Is that a radio?

- Yeah.

Can you... turn it on?

This is a personal message to you.

Are you at the end of your rope?

Are you dying to get away?

The Florida Keys are waiting for you.

Ocean waves-

I've never seen the ocean!

It's an advertisement, Mr. Cole.

What is?

It's an advertisement.

You do understand that?

It's not really

a special message to you.

Mr. Cole.

- You used to call me James.

- You prefer that?

James, uh,

you don't really have a gun.

Can you turn this up?

Can you make this louder?

I found my thrill

On Blueberry Hill

On Blueberry Hill

When I found you

Ah, I love the music

of the twentieth century!

I love this air!

Love to breathe this air!

WXBX news break.

News as it happens.

Roger Pratt reporting.

A story breaking with us now

is emergency crews

are converging on a cornfield...

where playmates

of nine-year-old Ricky Neuman...

say they saw him disappear

right before their eyes.

Young Neuman apparently stepped

into an abandoned well shaft,

and is lodged somewhere

in the narrow 150-foot pipe.

Possibly alive,

possibly seriously injured,

playmates claim

they heard him cry out faintly.

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