♪♪
Is that it?
No. This one's different.
Sebastian said we'd find answers here.
Then let's find them.
♪♪
[dramatic music]
"Arrived amongst the fleeing masses.
"Met a man named Owens who wanted to die here.
"We drank whiskey until the air turned thick with soot
and the trees burned red with fire."
These are all things he's witnessed.
They're journal entries.
There's hundreds of these.
Rome, 1610.
Paris, 1840.
New York, 2020.
He's moving randomly through time.
["The Passenger" by Iggy Pop]
♪♪
[muffled]
Sorry?
Switch off the light!
It isn't safe.
I assure you, we are quite safe enough.
The bombs will never reach this inn.
[dust falling]
♪ I am a passenger ♪
♪ And I ride and I ride ♪
Cancer, age 47.
Automotive accident, 53.
Homicide, 31.
My days are spent living amongst ghosts.
Tedious. Predictable.
I'm just an observer.
Connoisseur.
Traveler.
♪ I am a passenger ♪
I've seen society rise...
and fall.
♪ I look through my window ♪
And as I'm Primary... or some variation of...
I have visions.
[screaming]
Often of how those I'm closest to will meet their end.
[gunshots]
♪ And everything looks good ♪
I find that freedom is the best way
to cope with my particular affliction.
Without this freedom, those visions
that have plagued me... My demons...
my curse of foresight...
I fear I might go mad.
[whimpering]
[laughing] Fortunate for me,
I possess the means to stay sane.
The ability to travel anywhere...
Any when... At will.
♪ ♪
[electric sputtering]
Well, that's unfortunate.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
12 Monkeys 3x9 Air Date 22 May 2017
Synced and corrected by Dragoniod for - www.addic7ed.com -
[hooves clacking]
[sighs] I have never seen pieces like this before.
I make clocks, watches.
Well, it belongs to something very similar to a watch.
A timepiece. Intricate, precise,
and I need you to recreate it for me exactly.
This is gonna take weeks to tool.
And a considerable amount of money.
The price is not a concern.
Only its perfection.
I have every faith in your ability...
I want your bits of gold.
The pieces that Enslow Carver brings you.
The ones that he steals.
I saw him drop some off this morning, so let's have it.
Are you sure you want to steal from Enslow Carver?
I'll be having the pieces or your head.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Only I'd kindly ask you not to take...
that one.
Excuse me.
♪ ♪
Stop that woman!
♪ ♪
Stop, thief!
♪ ♪
[horse whinnies]
♪ ♪
[indistinct murmuring]
More water, sir?
Sir?
Water, please.
[distant whispering]
The pain.
It will go soon.
[gun clicks]
You're misplaced, sir.
You have no idea.
You've no fear of a pistol at your back.
In my experience, they're inconvenient from any direction.
You stole something from me, thief.
- Best live without it. - I'm far better with it.
Hmm, is it worth your life, then?
Your manhood?
Like my manhood, it has far greater value to me than to you.
I pity the woman for whom that statement holds true.
[chuckles]
I have no interest in what you stole from the watchmaker.
Aside from curiosity.
Save for one piece.
Round.
Golden in color.
If you please.
♪ ♪
Why the mask?
If you're promising death, best to look the part.
Must be dreadful to wake up on the table and wonder
whether it's a demon or a doctor tending to you.
Worse for them not to wake at all.
So you're a doctor yourself, then.
[laughs] Oh, right, we are.
Only men-folk for the sawbones, women only fit
for cleaning up the shite and piss.
Please don't make assumptions. The history I've seen
is one of great women sung badly by clumsy men.
Still,
why would a healer play the thief?
The poor are expected to just die here,
on the streets, penniless.
Medicines, well, they cost money.
It's a real shame about the mask.
You have a face Lazarus himself would rise to see.
See, of the two of us, I suspect that your mask
is older, more finely crafted.
But no man's charm is so practiced
who knows himself well.
Right you are, then.
Good day, ma'am.
♪ ♪
_
It needs to be stronger.
If the pieces seize together
while the mechanism is initiating...
Keep trying.
Are you staying in the city for a while?
London's not a terrible place.
I'm sure a wealthy gentleman like you
could find ways to pass his time.
♪
Ah. Excuse me.
I'm looking for the, uh...
The woman? The doctor?
Why are you here?
I realized I neglected
to introduce myself the other day...
[sighs]
[distant whispering]
[chaotic voices]
[rattling]
Miss Goines?
What is this?
It's what I see.
It's all I see.
[gasping]
You have no idea what it's like for me in here.
Maybe we should get her outside
and get her some fresh air.
No. [chuckles] In here.
[panting] Oh...
Miss Goines...
Then help me.
Help me understand the mind of a Primary.
This image you see.
Is it the past?
The present?
The future?
It's the end of the story, Jonesy.
Look around.
We all play a part.
♪ ♪
I haven't *** since your last time in London.
So they're either still there, or...
They've found a way to conceal their movements.
Jennifer have anything useful?
Yeah, she calls it "the end."
The Witness's return to Titan.
What do you make of it?
Prophecy or bullshit?
You're a scientist.
Your mind marches in a logical direction.
Jennifer's thought process is more random.
Past, present, future, all at once.
Primaries are driven to insanity by it.
They don't see the gift.
Do I detect envy?
Wouldn't you like to see the puzzle from above?
[bell ringing]
[hooves clomping]
Stay calm.
You are quite safe.
Eliza.
Where am I?
My home.
I told the nurses I'd take you to a proper hospital.
Oh, no, this is no hospital.
A hospital, by my definition, is a place
where you have the least chance of dying.
Here.
How am I here?
There will come a time... one imagines...
when even the simplest grocer will stock medicines
that could have saved a millennia of corpses.
You, um...
You had a staph infection.
A simple infection. Nothing more.
How long have I been here?
Couple of days.
I had to give you a sedative.
You were lucid briefly.
You put up a hell of a fight.
And did you have your way with me?
No, that's not part of the cure.
And I find you far more interesting conscious.
May I?
A funny sod, you are.
You know, if you're so learned in medicine,
why don't you help me in the hospital?
Be of some use to others?
Alas, my travels keep me suitably useless.
To none but yourself.
Hmm.
[metal snaps]
[sighs]
My apologies, sir.
May I try again?
Please.
[grunting]
If you don't let me take it out, it will fester.
Now, stop this bloody foolishness!
Hold him down!
[clears throat]
Huh? Ah!
My journey's been delayed.
I thought I might like to dine with you tonight.
No.
I thought you'd say that.
[whistles]
And who are they?
These are five highly-qualified nurses
I've hired to give you the night off.
Since I knew you wouldn't rescind your duties
unless you were adequately compensated for here.
God, I hate the way you talk.
[light orchestral music]
♪ ♪
Did you bring me here to embarrass me?
Not you, them.
You should have more pride in your simple nurse's apron
than they have in their hats and petticoats.
Anyway, who cares what they think?
I think you look charming.
Have you dined here before?
Of course not.
Why?
You feign ignorance.
But I decipher from your carriage
that you are not from the slums that you serve.
The past is merely a shadow
that the present cannot hide.
It stalks us.
Shall we, uh...
shall we order?
The food here is middling.
Is that meant to entice me?
- What, the menu? - No, no.
Your insight. How about the truth?
All right, the food here is terrible.
About why I'm here.
You know, since I was a little girl,
I've known two types of gentlemen.
Have you, now?
Sir?
The madam's attire, it's...
um...
Affordable.
Piss off.
I'm so sorry. You were saying?
Uh, two types of gentlemen?
I'm an educated, learned woman,
blessed with a pretty face,
and most men wish to either strike me or bed me.
Now, despite all opportunity and provocation,
you didn't attempt the first, which makes me believe
you desire the latter.
- Well... - But you're right.
I did escape my privilege with just enough education
to help those who had none.
And with a little bit '' the old cockney
so they'd trust me with a needle.
So given the choices that I've made in my life,
you should understand that your...
your lifestyle doesn't interest me.
Your ways of purchase do not impress me.
But I do rightly thank you for the nurses,
and I shall return them to you filthy and haggard.
- Oh... - Please.
Enjoy the beauty of your decadence.
[clanging]
Ladies and gentlemen, I crave your indulgence.
A moment of your time, if you please.
Or, rather, a game.
In three rounds.
For the price of removing your jackets,
I will absorb the cost of your starters.
Anyone?
Anyone at all. Come on.
Ah, thank you.
[chuckles]
[playful music]
♪ ♪
Wonderful. A room full of economists.
And secondly, but for the austerity of your vests,
the main courses.
[murmuring]
And lastly, to prove to m'lady here
that I damn well didn't invite her here
to impress her by appearances,
but for the honor of your shoes and socks,
the bar tab.
[laughter, murmuring]
♪ ♪
[chuckles]
Splendid.
Since I was a child, I would see the end of everything.
"Every person's death."
"Their last moment."
"Such a thing could drive one to isolation or madness."
"But I cannot see this woman's death."
"She is a mystery."
"Strong. Ahead of her time."
"Defying it."
"I steal her as often as I can.
When she refuses, I resort to more desperate measures."
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
"I've learned that love knows nothing of time."
"I've consumed my days with a woman"
"who lives to defy destiny."
♪ ♪
"What better way to defy my own."
♪ ♪
[distant whispering]
Hey, you.
Hola, senorita.
- [gasps] - Keep your cool, Three Face.
They're watching.
Whatever.
You're not really here.
- No shit. - Go away!
Okay? I have enough voices in my head.
That's the problem.
You're not listening to any of them.
Because they're all you!
Thousands of whispering, ranting yous.
Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer!
Uh, but they're not.
Listen.
[distant whispering]
Those voices aren't just us, kiddo.
Who are they, then?
- [laughing] - The others like us.
Primaries.
They're trying to tell you something.
Could they do it in English, please?
Yeah, that was always annoying.
You've got everything you need already.
Think.
What do you see?
The end.
The dying man.
And this place. The mausoleum.
Oh. Huh.
But I don't know when this is.
Yes, you do.
It's not in the future.
And I'm gonna go ahead and say
it's not in the past.
My present.
Ding!
So what do the voices say?
What is time trying to tell you?
Save the dying man.
But I'm stuck here!
Got to think outside the box.
[chuckles] Psst.
Hey. Use your head.
[clicks]
No!
No...
[grunting]
[screaming]
[maniacal laughter]
Is this all you can do?
Kill yourself?
Instead of helping us?
This is your choice?
Jonesy,
it's all you ever wanted.
What's in my head.
I don't want it anymore.
And I'm giving it to you.
Drop by drop.
[gasps]
What are you doing?
We are done.
[sobbing]
I killed her once.
I am not gonna let you... or her...
do it again.
- [sobbing] - Jennifer, listen.
Where do you want to go?
Anywhere but here. Any when.
Just tell me.
I want to go home.
Home... home...
[voice echoing]
[dramatic music]
Athan.
Nightmares?
What dream is so terrible to knock your resolve?
Hmm?
I see a thing.
A creature.
Something I'm meant to become.
And it is lost and lonely.
Melancholy beyond words, angry.
It doesn't feel like me.
I don't want to become it.
Then you won't.
Who's this?
My father.
"I've only met my father twice.
Once when... " I was very young."
The second time when I was much older...
[dramatic music]
[screaming]
♪ ♪
Hardly seems worth it, huh?
All that effort for a bag of junk.
What do you want?
A trade, perhaps?
Conversation.
One traveler to another.
Why do you think they were carrying
all this around with them?
Surely would have slowed them down.
People try to stay what they were.
Before.
But not you.
I didn't have a before.
Child of the apocalypse.
But your parents?
No memories there?
Happiness?
Sadness?
Never knew my mother.
Only have a few memories of my dad.
Well, we've got that in common.
Do we?
How many people have you killed?
What do you care?
What, are you telling me you haven't done things?
Things you wish you could take back?
That's not what haunts me.
I fear...
what I will become.
Well, we have that in common.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
What do you reckon?
More junk?
They were happy once.
And then it was all gone.
That's all that's left.
Well, I suppose then we're the fortunate ones, aren't we?
Can't mourn what you never had, can you?
If I ever had anything like that,
even for a minute,
I'd give up a lifetime of anything else.
♪ ♪
[gasps] Ah!
What is it?
Ah!
Oh, it's just a pain.
In my leg.
No, it's nothing. It's just a cramp.
Oh, you're still not sleeping.
No.
[sighs]
I've been thinking.
There are other places besides London.
Besides now.
What are we running from, Athan?
Your past? Your future?
I'm not running from anything.
I'm just saying that there are
other places where...
where a woman like yourself would never be made
- to feel less than anything... - Oh, fantasies.
If I could show you...
If I could take you there,
would you come with me?
We have no world, Athan, no hour,
but the one that we're given.
And only here are we meant to serve and be tested.
Oh, yes, but...
what if you could see the puzzle from above?
And then...
and then you could rearrange all those pieces?
Then you would be a god, and no man or woman
were ever meant to be such.
Yet there's another fantasy here.
- Oh. - Where reality doesn't exist.
You know I love being with you, Athan,
but I have patients to tend to.
Those without warm beds.
["Lilac Wine" by Nina Simone]
♪ I lost myself on a cool, damp night ♪
♪ Gave myself in that misty light ♪
♪ Was hypnotized by strange delight ♪
♪ Under a lilac tree ♪
♪ I made wine from the lilac tree ♪
♪ Put my heart in its recipe ♪
♪ It makes me see what I want to see ♪
- ♪ Be what I want to be ♪ - [winces]
♪ ♪
♪ When I think more than I want to think ♪
♪ Do things I never should do ♪
Get off me!
♪ I drink much more than I ought to drink ♪
Good evening, Miss.
My name is Enslow Carver.
I'm sure you've heard of me.
To my beautiful thief.
Never in my years have I chosen to confide in someone
as I am about to with you.
I was willing to ignore your petty thievery.
♪ ♪
But then you started stealing from me.
I am a man haunted by destiny.
One based on destruction.
One that I have fled from my entire life.
Yet, for the first time, with you,
I see a life that is my own.
- Miss... - Wonderfully undefined.
Without fear, or flight...
No...
[distant whispering]
♪ Unready ♪
♪ For my love ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Feel unready ♪
[sobbing]
♪ ♪
♪ For ♪
♪ My love ♪
♪ ♪
You lying bastard!
Ah!
Such craftsmanship.
Such skill.
Surely you could have done what I asked by now,
unless you have merely enjoyed taking my money.
[gun clicks]
Under the counter.
♪ ♪
[distant whispering]
♪ ♪
[winces]
♪ ♪
Get off me!
Good evening, Miss.
My name is Enslow Carver.
I was willing to ignore your petty thievery.
But then you started stealing from me.
Please...
No...
[gunshots]
Ah!
[gunshots]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[choking]
You were going to draw your blade across her neck.
[choking]
♪ ♪
Athan, stop.
[grunting]
[sputtering]
[panting]
Athan...
What have you done?
It was the only way.
These men were going to murder you.
I couldn't let that happen. Not again.
Again?
I have been at your funeral, Eliza.
I have laid jasmine and lavender on your coffin.
Don't be afraid.
I killed them to save you.
♪ ♪
I am not a monster.
And you speak of what?
The future?
Manipulating time? Changing it?
It was wrong of me to expect you to understand.
♪ ♪
Please, Eliza. Please.
Do not look at me that way.
♪ ♪
I want to give you something.
♪ ♪
My father gave it to me.
It's all that I have of him.
♪ ♪
It's broken.
I don't understand...
It's broken.
It cannot be set.
The hands cannot be rewound or moved forward.
There's only now.
There's only today.
And from this moment on, you are reminded
that time is never to be manipulated.
It is ungodly.
I couldn't let you die.
I would do anything for you.
Then you'll never do it again.
♪ ♪
[deep breath]
Eliza?
Eliza, look.
Eliza?
♪ ♪
Eliza.
♪ ♪
Eliza.
♪ ♪
[distant whispering]
Ah...
[gasps] Ah!
What is it?
[heavy breathing]
♪ ♪
She died again.
♪ ♪
These are all the times he tried to save her.
♪ ♪
607.
That is how many times I tried to save Eliza.
No matter what I did, on the 26th day of June,
1891, she dies.
♪ ♪
[intercom chatter]
♪ ♪
Cole.
♪ ♪
Dr. Railly.
May I have a word?
I thought I'd met every doctor here.
I was on leave.
I spent some time back in London.
Hmm.
Is that the first patient you've lost?
Yes.
I'm sorry.
I have a similar scenario.
Recently, a patient,
a young woman.
She only had a staph infection.
So I prescribed Dicloxacillin.
And wouldn't you know, it produced
a deep vein thrombosis, which eventually led to...
An aneurysm.
Cerebral aneurysm.
So I thought if I tried Warfarin to thin the blood...
After the aneurysm?
Mm... no...
No, obviously not after the aneurysm.
What I mean to say is I was certain if I had
tried the Warfarin,
it would caused a reaction equal to an aneurysm.
Some people, they just can't be saved.
No matter what you do. You can't win.
Like, if you could, hypothetically,
say, if you could try hundreds and, um...
Hundreds of times.
You'd still end up with the same result.
My patient, the night he came in,
there was an H1N1 panic in the garment district.
200-plus people in the ER.
Everyone with a cough thought
they were gonna die of the flu.
When you're busy like that, it feels
like time is running from you.
And you just need it to stop.
You just need everything to stop.
You need people to stop bleeding,
stop choking, for their lungs
to stop filling with fluid, to stop crying,
to stop screaming...
[sighs]
Dr. Railly?
Your patient's parents are here.
It doesn't.
It doesn't stop.
No, it doesn't stop.
It takes, and it runs.
Like a thief.
You speak about time as if it were an enemy.
We can call ourselves healers all we want,
but all we're really doing is just fighting the clock.
[dramatic music]
And it always wins.
♪ ♪
I'm sorry, did I answer the question you came to ask?
♪ ♪
Yes.
[bell tolls]
And now, I finally understand what I must do.
♪ ♪
Return to the place of my birth,
and become the demon I have always feared.
♪ ♪
And I will create others.
♪ ♪
The Army of the 12 Monkeys.
♪ ♪
And then shall come a plague
so that time itself can be broken.
So that one day, we will have forever.
When the Forest is Red.
Don't. Don't. This isn't on you.
He came to me for help. In pain.
When you know someone you love is gonna die,
and there's nothing you can do about it...
- James. - He was looking for an excuse.
He didn't just lose her once.
He watched her die again and again.
All those times he stood over her body...
I know how to find him.
♪ ♪
Miss Goines, you will be instrumental
in rescuing my daughter.
I will have her because of you.
I want you to know that...
I will always be grateful to you for that.
Ah... ah...
[muttering]
Climb the steps... ring the bell...
Climb the steps, ring the bell.
Oh, well. Oh, well.
I... oh...
Initiate splinter sequence.
[heavy breathing]
I'm sorry.
Like a fox.
[dramatic music]
Katarina?
♪ ♪
I want this to end.
♪ ♪
All of it.
♪ ♪
The pain, the...
suffering...
♪ ♪
It's time.
Only you can bring it.
I couldn't.
No matter how much I tried.
But you...
You're better than me.
Every way.
It all began with you.
♪ ♪
Finish it.
[sighs]
[eerie music]
♪ ♪
Mother.
Father.
♪ ♪
After all this time,
here we are together.
♪ ♪
At the end.
[haunting choral music].