Twelve Monkeys Page #6

this underground army.

The Army of the Twelve Monkeys.

See?

They started planning a "Human Hunt."

They bought

stun guns, nets and bear traps.

They were gonna go to Wall Street

and trap lawyers and bankers-

They didn't do it, of course.

They didn't do any of it.

Like always, Mr. Big Shot

sold his friends out.

What does that mean?

He goes on TV and gives

a news conference.

Tells the whole world...

he just realized his daddy's experiments

are vital for humanity...

and that the use of animals

is absolutely necessary.

And that from now on he,

Jeffrey Goines, is going to

personally supervise the labs...

to make sure the little animals

aren't going to suffer.

What is this?

People like that

aren't accessible, okay?

You can't just barge in on them.

- It's not how the world works.

- Be quiet and drive the car.

I know what I'm doing.

No, you don't.

This car is stolen.

And we are in big trouble.

Big trouble.

If you don't turn yourself over,

the police are going to kill you.

They're going to shoot me too,

- 'cause I'm going to be

the accessory to murder.

- You're all going to die.

Nobody is going to die.

You're not going to save the world.

Okay? You're delusional.

- You've made all this up out of

bits and pieces in your head.

- No.

Yes. Let me give you an example.

You know Jeffrey Goines. You were

both patients at County Hospital.

Jeffrey Goines was a fruitcake.

He told you then his father

was a famous scientist

who worked with viruses.

You've incorporated that bit

of information to this cockeyed fantasy.

He didn't say his father

was a scientist.

He said his father was God.

- This is insane.

- ...prominent

psychiatrist and author,

Dr. Kathryn Railly, has been abducted by

a dangerous mental patient, James Cole.

Cole was under Railly's care

six years ago when he made

a dramatic escape from-

- What is the matter with your leg?

- I got shot.

Shot! Who shot you?

I don't know.

It was some kind of war. Never mind.

You wouldn't believe me anyway.

What are you doing?

-We don't need gas.

-I thought you didn't know how to drive.

I said I was too young to drive.

I didn't say I was stupid.

This can't go on. If you

have a bullet in your leg,

I have to take care of it.

I'm a doctor.

I need some supplies.

Meanwhile, in Fresno, California,

where mining engineers continue their

desperate attempt to sink a shaft...

parallel to the one in which

nine-year-old Ricky Neuman

is believed trapped.

Authorities say there is

still a chance the boy might be-

You shouldn't put

your weight on it.

You need stitches

and antibiotics.

Lucky for you

it's near the surface.

I love seeing the sun.

- Ooh!

- Wait.

Let me help you.

You smell so good.

You have to give yourself up.

Y-You know that, don't you?

W-What are you doing? James?

- I'm sorry.

- What are you doing?

- James, stop it! What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

- Let go of me!

- I have to do this.

- They find him?

- Who?

- That kid. The one in the pipe.

- You believe that?

They're lowering a monkey

down there and a miniature

infrared camera strapped on him,

and a roast beef sandwich

wrapped up in tin foil.

- You're making it up.

- No, I sh*t you not.

Life is really weird.

A monkey

and a roast beef sandwich.

W-W-Would that I

could enjoy this opulent dinner...

and this most, uh, stimulatin'

and excitin' company...

for itself

with no sense of purpose.

But, alas, I am burdened.

For with all this excess of public

attention and cacophony of praise...

there comes

great responsibility.

- I don't have to tell you all

that the dangers of science...

are a timeworn threat.

- From Prometheus stealin' fire

from the gods...

- What friend?

- I'm not expectin' anyone.

- to the Cold War era

of the Dr. Strangelove terror.

- But never before-

- This is ridiculous.

My father's giving

a major address.

...to fear the power...

we have at hand.

Normally, if we caught a guy

sneakin' around like this

with no l.D., we'd bust his ass.

Excuse my French.

This one says he knows you.

Since you seem to have had

a few unusual associates,

we certainly would not want

to arrest one of your closest pals.

Never seen him before in my life.

Feel free to torture this man,

or whatever it is you do.

I'm going to listen to my father's

eloquent discourse on-

I'm here about some monkeys.

- Monkeys?

- Monkeys. Yes.

Twelve of them.

Arnold.

- You look like sh*t.

- You know this man?

I know this man.

Arnold... Pettibone. Mm-hmm.

Gee, Arnie. It's black tie.

I said drop by,

but it's Dad's big do-

V.I.P.s, senators, Secret Service.

You hungry, Arnie?

Killer feast we're putting on tonight.

Lots of dead lamb, dead cow, dead pig.

Shall we?

Hi. How are you?

Hello.

Very attractive.

"The Great Escape," 1990.

Watch it! Huh?

County Hospital? Am I right?

I can't do anything about what you're

going to do. I can't change anything.

- I can't stop you.

I just want the information.

- We need to talk. C'mon.

Hi, ladies. Nice to see you again.

Watch your step on the way down.

Who blabbed?

Bruhns? Weller?

- I just want access to the pure virus.

- Virus?

For the future. I need to know

where it is and exactly what it is.

Ahh, I get it.

I see what you're up to.

- It's your old plan, isn't it?

- What plan?

-Your plan. Remember?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do. We were in the dayroom

watching television...

and you were upset about the desecration

of the planet, which I understand.

Then you said to me, "Wouldn't it

be great if there was a germ or virus...

that would wipe out all of mankind

and leave the animals and trees?"

- You're trying to confuse me.

- You were so funny.

I told you my father was

this famous virologist, and you said,

"He could make a germ,

and we could steal it."

Coo-coo-ka-roo, you were.

They mutate!

We live underground!

The world belongs to the dogs and cats.

We live like worms.

I just need the information.

- Take it easy.

- You are a total nutcase!

Completely deranged!

Delusional, paranoid.

Your process is all f***ed up.

Your information tray

is jammed, man!

Do you know what it is,

the Army of the Twelve Monkeys?

It's a collection of space-case

do-gooders saving rain forests.

I have nothing to do

with those bozos.

I quit being

the rich kid fall guy...

for a bunch

of ineffective fanatics!

So much for your grand plot,

a**hole!

Father's been warning people

about dangers of experimentation

with D.N.A. viruses for years.

You've processed that

information through your addled,

paranoid infrastructure.

Lo and behold, a nonprofit

organization becomes some

sinister, revolutionary cabal!

This man is complete bat sh*t!

Ladies and gentlemen,

do you realize where he thinks...

he comes from?

Capt. Dan Miller, the man

in charge of the rescue operation,

says he has consulted with experts,

and they assure us-

If you ask me, the monkey's gonna eat

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