Previously on "12 Monkeys"...
Ramse is dead
and you did not fire up the machine to go and save him.
[gunshot]
Jones is gonna want you to tell her everything.
- Don't. - Our son...
I wanted to name him Ethan.
The mother is not the belly that bares the child,
but the hands that cradle.
- Mind yourself. - Tick, tock, return to Titan.
He's Primary.
[people screaming]
Get down low!
[gunshot]
We'll come back, armed and ready.
Stop it once and for all.
I know what we're supposed to do, but I can't.
I can.
♪ ♪
I don't know who of you believes in a god.
And if so, what kind?
A god of absolutes.
Or a god of compromise.
My god of late has been time.
Time doesn't concern itself with morality or good or evil,
but with if and when.
A god who understands that I've already done
that which I will one day do.
Our sins precede us.
They define us.
One hopes, in the name of order and necessity,
wrong for the sake of right.
♪ ♪
We are faced now with an opportunity.
The Witness, in his earliest days.
But let's not soften the truth.
We are going to kill a child.
A boy of unknown origin.
A man with a certain future.
Both the architect of our destruction.
We must not delude ourselves
with a notion of innocence.
The boy is the man.
A totality of moments.
And we have ended, once again, where we began.
One life
in exchange for seven billion.
We don't just have an opportunity.
We have an obligation.
The bullet doesn't kill in one second.
It kills in every second.
We're just placing it then where we need it to be now.
One more thing,
no god shall forgive us this sin.
Perhaps none should.
For that, all we have is each other.
And the great absolution of time...
that we might have never sinned at all.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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- Voila! - Voila is usually proposed
to express satisfaction or approval.
I'm not getting either from that piece of shit.
That piece of shit is how we are going to disable
the Guardians' unique advantage.
Think of it as a modified EMP device,
which will dampen all electronics
and generate a burst of interference.
To which even these suits will be susceptible.
So what does that get us?
A window. A very narrow window. Hannah?
We'll splinter to 1953,
to the exact moment James and Cassandra
located the Witness's safe house.
We'll detonate, then we'll engage.
Smoke the little bastard.
There's a lot riding on this.
Sure that thing's gonna work?
The suits come equipped with a control unit.
- [beeps] - I've set it to splinter
approximately two seconds into the future.
[whirring]
[zap]
Dr. Lasky?
[machinery powering down]
Wasn't me.
And again...
it's now disabled.
Thank you, Dr. Lasky.
A warning, however:
These suits come with
all kinds of dangerous functions.
- Here. - [beeping]
Individual suits can synchronize.
And this is a self-destruct mechanism.
Either for the purpose of avoiding capture
or to eliminate remainders.
- Remainders? - Their doubles.
That's why the EMP is key.
I can't go.
My mother died of an embolism.
I was at school and I saw my father
walk into the classroom.
And I knew.
His eyes.
[sighs]
And the last time I saw her,
she asked me to go somewhere with her.
A museum.
And I said no.
She had this look.
I think somehow she knew that she was...
That was our last moment together.
I'm sorry.
I don't know who our son is.
Or why...
I just know that I can't have someone that
I should've loved
ever look at me like that again.
Even if afterwards it will never have happened...
[sighs]
somehow for me, I'll still know.
The only time we've ever made a difference...
Made anything better...
Is because we've gone in together.
Will it be better?
We...
kill the Witness, reset time.
There is no you and me.
No us and him.
We don't get to change the past and keep the future.
- [electricity crackles] - [grunts]
[dramatic tone]
♪ ♪
[light piano music playing]
♪ ♪
[knocking]
Didn't you have a dog?
He comes and goes.
Never pegged you for a drinker.
Each monumental task deserves a toast.
May I?
Couple of years ago, when I was struggling
to perfect that damn machine,
and I was facing failure after failure,
I turned to the Nobel physicist,
Dr. Jameson, for inspiration.
- Yeah. - That hangover...
Headaches, hallucinations...
Hallucinations.
But I awoke with a solution.
Sometimes the only way to know what's left in us
is to see what's at the bottom.
- [drink pouring] - Well, Cassie's out.
Cole's been unusually quiet.
They seem a little off to you?
This is a very difficult mission to ask.
Especially for a doctor.
But those two... [sighs]
Even when they're not talking, they speak volumes.
They won't even look at each other.
Listen, Deacon, Cassie spent months in captivity.
Yeah, I know.
And Mr. Cole just lost his best friend.
He did. He lost his brother.
And kudos to him for not jumping in the Wayback Machine
to save him.
And Cassie, she led us to Titan and they were just
waiting for her to lock her up.
What are you saying?
[sighs]
You wanna pull people together,
you put them through hell.
You wanna split people apart,
give 'em a secret.
- Mr. Deacon... - I'll be there.
We cannot risk splintering this device with that machine.
The effects could be disastrous.
However, this version was replicated from the prototype
- which existed already in 1953. - Where?
Right here, where we're standing.
Raritan National Laboratories.
You'll splinter in four hours before the guardians arrive
with the Witness to steal the prototype.
I want to go.
What? I have lab experience.
I can talk the talk.
I should go.
Very well.
So you and Mr. Cole will retrieve the EMP.
Mr. Whitley and Mr. Deacon, you'll provide egress.
Hannah, you'll secure the entry point
beyond the Guardians' safe house.
[machinery whirring]
You'll rendezvous there,
and then you'll eliminate the target.
[dramatic music]
Initiate splinter sequence.
_
[upbeat Christmas music]
♪ ♪
♪ 'Twas the night before Christmas ♪
♪ And all through the place ♪
♪ Not a creature was stirring ♪
♪ Or showing his face ♪
♪ The stockings were hung ♪
♪ On the chimney with care ♪
♪ With everyone hoping they'd be getting their shares ♪
Raritan National Laboratory sure gets real handsy.
Yeah, looks like they open it up to local talent.
- Ew. - Look, it's perfect.
All you gotta do is cozy up to one of these eggheads,
get him to let us into the magnetics lab.
You cozy up.
Look, the lab is gonna be locked.
We need someone to let us in. Okay?
Pretend you're interested. Just act natural.
I am a natural actor, but I have never
- acted naturally in my life. - Jennifer...
- [sighs] - This is why we're here.
You look adorable. Okay?
- Ugh. - You can handle this.
Go get 'em.
Ew.
Ooh, where'd you get that?
Hoo.
[imitates gun cocking]
Hi-ya, sailor.
Actually, I'm not military.
And this is not a NAVY installation.
What would you say if I told you
that I was just a nerdy typist
with a thing for Asimov and magnets?
Magnets are my 9-5, so I can't say I'm drawn to them.
[chuckles]
I guess opposites attract.
[giggles]
Tour of the lab? What do you say?
Atta girl.
It's not as easy as that.
What you are asking, I've asked myself often.
It's the ever-present temptation of that machine.
What I'm asking for is a favor.
Is that why you refused to join the mission?
- Causality alone... - Won't matter
if they succeed.
- Dr. Railly... - Jones, I've come all this way
to the end for you.
What I've given...
What I have yet to give...
I've never asked for anything.
So if we still have time
while we still have this machine, please...
let me have this.
[machinery whirring]
Dr. Adler, I need you to run a scan on the database.
I want to access the coordinates of a recent tether history.
Of course. What are you searching for?
A secret.
_
[flames crackling]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Excuse me? Are you Amelia Morrison?
- Yes. - Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late.
I had to drop my daughter off at her rehearsal
and with this weather, mid-town traffic was a nightmare.
So anyhow, I'm here.
I think your story is fascinating.
I'm really excited to discuss your document.
So am I.
I appreciate you meeting me on such short notice,
Dr. Railly.
[buzzer sounds]
Listen, I can get into a bit of a pickle for this.
- Right. Big pickle. - [laughs]
- What is that? - That is one of
the most powerful magnets in North America.
We've been experimenting with electromagnetic pulses
and their affect on machinery.
Wow, wow, wowee.
[grunts]
What the hell is wrong with you?
All this bullshit about God.
He doesn't forgive, he forgets.
Cole, you can make another choice.
[scoffs] Is that what you think's gonna happen?
Gonna change my mind?
All these visions, floating around in your head,
you still can't see who I really am.
You think this'll be the first kid I put a gun on.
I am a murderer.
Men, women and children.
Ramse.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Use to be, all I wanted was forgiveness.
Now I just want it to end, so let's...
get what we came here for.
Finish this.
This is more than any one person
should feel in a lifetime.
I mean, I've consulted privately before.
I've profiled subjects based on letters and journals.
But this...
On the surface it looks like...
Madness?
- Psychosis. - This isn't the work
of a madman, just a broken one.
Set aside the content...
The obsession with death and time...
And approach it clinically.
Right side associates with mothers...
[voice echoing] the left side with fathers.
References are pushed to the margins.
He only had a vague sense of these.
Some are bold and erratic... signs of rage.
And others are quite delicate.
Signs of intellect and lucidity.
[normal] I mean, and here...
I'm sorry. [laughs]
I'd never seen you work before.
I was told you were a brilliant psychologist, but...
Oh, well, it's good to be held in such high regard.
Um, this... this, here.
"The Requiem of 1827."
That was a bad year for brilliance.
The death of Beethoven and the artist William Blake.
Both outsiders, both plagued by genius.
And there are references to Van Gogh,
Plato's Theomania, the divine.
But what is all this say about him?
Oh, that he's exceptional.
And damaged, and aware that he's both.
But also incredibly uncertain.
- Of what? - Of himself.
Of whether what he is is who he is
or whether he was made to be that way.
What is this?
The symbology, I have no idea.
But the image itself haunts him.
You've hidden these from me.
He needn't be reminded, nor you informed
- of every eventuality. - He is the Witness.
His gift is how we defend him.
The boy is my charge, not the man.
If he believes the future is written,
then no choice shall ever truly be his own.
Perhaps there is what may be and what is meant to be.
- [grunts] - You forget your station.
You were chosen to teach... Arithmetic, history...
Not to shape.
We will make him into the man who makes himself.
And should you falter again,
I will thank you for your sacrifice.
Do you understand?
[soft music]
Run along, my love.
Off you pop to Mr. Hockley.
Sunday best for tonight's ceremony, remember?
Go.
[dark tone]
♪ ♪
"Time present and time past
are perhaps both present in time future."
"Oh, make me a mask
of the sharp, enameled eyes and the spectacled claws."
Dylan Thomas.
Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot, Thoreau.
Oh, yeah, and even my personal favorite, Emily Dickinson.
"Forever is composed entirely of nows."
My mother loved her too.
There are a number of references to groups
and ideologies... cults, religions...
and the words are emphatic.
[sighs] But the writing is filled with contempt,
like a person who hates what he believes to be true.
Such a handsome boy.
My special boy.
So, tonight,
you will offer the future to your chosen.
And reunite the others with their past.
I don't want to do it again.
I mustn't harm all those poor, sorry people.
Mind yourself, child.
Their fates must fall from your hand.
Because for now, you are the vessel of time.
But one day, when you return to Titan,
you shall be the master of it.
And when that day comes,
time will do what you command be done.
Hm.
[inhales sharply] Ahh.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
I have this condition.
It's called thromboembolism.
It's Latin for "time bomb."
It's manageable until...
it's not.
You haven't told your daughter
I understand why you wouldn't.
She knows. Kids know.
Just can't, uh, bring myself to talk to her about it.
'Cause she's ten times as strong as I'm giving her credit for.
Do you have kids?
It helps, you know.
Telling the truth.
Let's not make this document
the most honest thing in the room.
Whoever wrote this is not your client
or a patient or a friend.
He's my son.
You know, I spent my whole life believing
that I was gonna destroy the world.
Mom said I would.
Olivia showed me how.
So I thought, you know, this is who I am, this is what I do.
A person who does a thing like that can't be good, right?
- But you didn't. - Because someone showed me
another way.
A better way.
- Remember, Otter Eyes? - Jesus, Jennifer,
will you stop calling me that?
You know why I do?
Or why I'm so afraid of Olivia's death stare?
Because the eyes are the only part of a person that can't lie.
So you look into someone's eyes and believe those.
- [gun clicks] - Oh, oh.
About time. We've got three hours
before the Guardians arrive at that house.
You got the package?
[alarm blaring]
Shit.
- We mobile? - I'm working on it.
[over intercom] Intruder alert.
[indistinct chatter]
Any time, Deacon.
♪ ♪
Whoo.
[indistinct chatter continues]
[engine puttering]
[engine starts]
Buckle up, 'cause we are not stopping for walls or doors.
[Roy "Boogie Boy" Perkins' "Ba Da"]
♪ Yeah, we had a ball ♪
♪ ♪
We've gone through the logs.
I've mapped the signal back to the point of termination.
Enter the coordinates.
Katarina, splintering alone to this moment...
Of all moments... It's unspeakably dangerous.
Initiate splinter sequence.
[machinery humming]
I had him when I was young.
Very young.
He was taken from me and this document...
Or whatever it is, his confession...
[sighs] it's all that I really have to know him by.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
The things he's done...
[explosion booms]
[people screaming and coughing]
They were horrible.
♪ ♪
Nobody wants to think that something that came from them
can be worse than them.
[whoosh]
You can make a bad thing and still be good.
Them first, then us.
[whoosh]
Where are we? When are we?
The same night.
You cannot look at this like the ravings of a mad man
or the manifesto of a lunatic.
It's a work of art.
It's an incredible expression of...
Of pain, of love, of despair
and anger and incredible hope.
It's a story. His story.
It's not of what he is but...
But what he wants to be.
Finally know where they're all gonna be.
- But we gotta go after them. - We will.
We'll come back to this moment, armed and ready.
Most kids you couldn't drag to a museum.
Me, you couldn't drag away.
[sighs] I just love art.
Literature, sculpture, you name it.
- I just could never make it. - [both laughing]
Oh...
I didn't make nothing, though.
I had a kid.
I made her.
And you can burn down the Met and the Musée d'Orsay,
because my Cassie, well, there's no museum good enough.
- Did you ever take her? - Cassandra? To a museum?
[laughs]
Art isn't her thing.
No, one day, she'll be saving lives,
not... not examining them.
[lightbulb rattling]
You should ask her to go with you.
Tell her you need her to.
Drag her, if you have to.
Tell her she'll regret it if she doesn't.
I, uh, have to go, Kathryn.
I know you.
I can't place you, but I...
Thank you.
For everything.
Never give up on family.
You fight. Win or lose.
It's what mothers do.
[gentle piano music]
♪ ♪
[machinery humming]
Ah!
Jones, I need you to send me to 1953.
- I... - [guns cocking]
Dr. Railly, enough.
I think it's time we had a talk.
Mother to mother.
[doors slamming]
- Jones, you don't understand. - Correction, Dr. Railly,
I didn't understand.
But I do now.
Finally.
[machinery humming]
Stop! Ramse, stop!
[gunshots]
Why would Mr. Cole kill his brother, if not for you?
Why would Ramse want to kill you,
if not for his brother?
Betrayal requires blindness.
So I went back to see.
I didn't come here to kill the Witness.
I came here to kill his mother.
Look me in the eye, Dr. Railly
and tell me, are they open now?
This isn't gonna buy us much time.
We go in fast, we breach, we clear.
Kill 'em all.
You lied to me.
You made what family we had into fools.
Katarina, the Witness can be saved.
Please, it could already be too late.
For your sake, I should hope we are.
But the clocks might stop and history is rewritten
before I should decide what to do with you.
But for now, Dr. Railly, you and I, we are going
to stay in this room, together
until the end of time.
[dramatic music]
[machinery whirring]
[cocks gun]
Jones.
I'm sorry.
Take her down!
[gunfire]
Ugh!
♪ ♪
Where's Lucinda?
[power drones]
[gunshot]
[all gasp]
Mr. Hockley, protect the Witness!
♪ ♪
Ah!
[grunts]
Ahh. Ow!
♪ ♪
[knocks, whistles]
Damn it.
They've come for me.
- Down the hall! - [indistinct chatter]
Father. Mother too.
Come, Athan. Stay close and be quick about it.
No! Ah, please.
Whatever this is, we're not a part of it.
- [gunshots, screaming] - Oh, no!
It's not what...
They were giving up! They were good!
I'm not.
♪ ♪
Oh!
♪ ♪
[ominous droning]
The symbols.
- You see them too? - Yes.
What do they mean?
I don't know.
You're like me.
You're Primary.
I don't think I've ever been like anybody.
I don't think you're like me at all.
I think you're better.
But one day,
I think that you will be the best of us all.
[bullets whizzing]
[gunfire and screaming in distance]
Go.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[whoosh]
[screaming in distance]
[gunfire]
[groans]
- [gunshots] - [both grunting]
[screams]
[growls]
- Ahh! - Ah, ah!
[wheezing, panting]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[coughs]
You can't have him.
The Witness foresaw this very moment.
That the vessel which made him would come to unmake him.
- No. - Yes, he rejected you.
He pushed himself from your body and into my hands.
- Ahh! - You took him from me!
- Did I? - [grunts]
[tense music]
Did you love him? Do you love him now?
[both grunting]
Or do you just feel him gone, like a phantom limb?
[both grunting]
I've taken one, Cassandra. I will take them all.
♪ ♪
He'll never even know you were here.
- You're nothing. - I'm his mother.
You're an undeserving bitch!
[beeping]
Ahh!
No. No!
No!
[screaming]
Mind yourself.
- [gunshots] - Ah!
[thud]
No!
[gunshots]
[machinery humming]
♪ ♪
It needn't be like this.
Please, James. The boy needn't become the man.
He doesn't want... oh!
♪ ♪
[gun clicks]
♪ ♪
[gentle music]
[man speaks indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[man speaks indistinctly]
[inhales deeply]
♪ ♪
Athan.
Your name is Athan.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Cole?
He's my son.
[gunshots]
[grunts]
No!
Oh.
We'll find him.
We can't go back.
Jones knows. She'll kill us.
We're on our own, now.
♪ ♪
[groaning] Cassie, Cole.
Stop 'em!
- Cole. - Oh, no.
Jesus. Get her out of here.
What happened?
I saw his eyes.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Deacon's upstairs. He needs help.
Cole?
What the hell is this?
I'm sorry. We're sorry.
For all of it.
Do not come after us.
This is ours to fix.
It's our family.
♪ ♪
Synchronize.
[beeping]
♪ ♪
Hannah!
Oh, God, no.
Hannah?
Here, here, I can get her.
Hannah?
Stay with me, Hannah.
The IV!
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
Another compress.
Stay awake. Hannah. Hannah?
Open your eyes.
♪ ♪
[heart monitor beeping]
This whole time...
the entire mission...
all of it...
it's been about them.
[sighs]
You do know what we have to do, right?
Yes.
May God have mercy.
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