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Move.

Look.

That's her.

As far as I can tell, she's right-hand to the Witness.

She drugged Cassie, hunted me and Ramse.

I guess she survived Jennifer.

And barely aged a day.

Ramse must've found her before Titan splintered,

dragged her back here all the way from Colorado.

Wait, Mr. Cole.

- It's Ramse. - Yes.

But we need to know which Ramse is in there.

The grieving father? The loyal friend?

Or the man who spent decades

taking orders from that very woman?

Come on, brother!

Open up!

Truthfully, Mr. Cole,

could you tell the difference?

We came a long way.

You either want her, or you don't!

No doubt, Mr. Ramse is one hell of a hunter,

but I need to know who caught who.

Okay.

Jonesy...

whatever you do, know this.

That is not a woman. It's a chameleon.

Whatever you see is what she wants you to see.

And if she smiles at you,

it's because she wants you dead.

That isn't someone who's ever been anywhere

she didn't wanna be.

Ramse's secure.

What do you wanna do with her?

We got the daughter set up in solitary.

Fresh out of cells.

Then build her one.

Where's Cole?

I never had a sibling.

I never wanted one.

All that trust.

Until I had Hannah,

I thought family just makes you foolish.

Here we go again.

I need to be able to not believe you,

and that's impossible for a man who calls you brother.

So... shall we?

I saw her at Titan.

Whole place went up in smoke,

and there she was,

like she was just waiting for it.

- Or you. - How would I know?

You did work with her for a quarter century,

helped her profit off history.

Markridge, the plague, Project Splinter.

I'd say you know her better than most.

She broke off from them in 2016,

and her and the Witness have been in a dogfight ever since.

Well, then she had 30 years to knock on our door.

Or maybe it's bullshit,

but it's bullshit that I thought you should know.

Mr. Ramse, this place is so steeped in bullshit.

It's the truth that I find hardest to believe.

I gave you the enemy of your enemy

giftwrapped in a bow.

Could I see my friend now?

After all you've done, huh?

After all that we've done to each other.

Come on, you and I know better.

My friend's friend is no more trustworthy

than my enemy's enemy.

Sam's dead.

She found him 20 years ago.

The Witness was after her, and...

He got caught in the middle.

- Mr. Ramse, I'm... - No, no, no, no, no.

You don't get to apologize, lady.

You got your kid back, right?

I lost mine.

Twice.

I bury my boy every day.

And I'm tired.

I'm not afraid of dying,

because I know I got it coming to me.

I do. I know that.

Not until I get the Witness.

I hear you're out of a job.

I was wondering who would come to me first.

You, Katarina, Cassie.

How is Dr. Railly these days?

Did you notice the sky when you came in here?

Clear blue.

Leaves are green, no Red Forest.

Looks like the Witness didn't come through for ya after all.

The upper hand doesn't suit you.

So he pushed you out...

left you for dead,

and now you want the Witness.

So maybe for the first time,

we both want the same thing.

It's been decades since I've seen you,

but your eyes...

they're much older.

Why don't we talk about Titan?

You've been chasing it, haven't you?

To the very edge of time?

Only now, you're an inch from falling over.

How long are we gonna keep doing this, huh?

Me and you, back and forth?

That's your problem, James.

You imagine that we're equals.

- Where's Titan? - You're not an adversary.

You're an annoyance, like a drum that won't stop drumming.

You keep asking, "Where is Titan?"

But what you really mean is, "Where is she?"

So tell me.

You'll upend the tables of history

to save the ones you love.

But me, you left behind.

You really don't remember?

Remember what?

How I was made.

I was raised in a box.

I was bled, I was tested.

Then one day, I was set free and fooled into another.

They called it a cycle.

All it really was?

Just another box.

- Berlin. - 1961.

This is the girl.

Kirschner's test subject.

It would certainly explain her appearance,

despite her age.

Run a full battery on her.

Blood, saliva, hair, skin, everything.

Go.

You left me to them.

You fed me to the Witness

and his promise of a timeless forest.

And I believed him, like a fool,

until I saw the lie.

What lie?

Mr. Cole?

You, James.

All the shots not taken, knives not drawn.

All the times we could've killed you and didn't.

Yet you never asked the question,

"Why?"

If I could kindly take a sample?

Katarina would like a word.

James...

I wouldn't worry about Cassandra.

Nothing stays in a box forever.

Thank you.

Ah, shit.

I'm sorry I killed you. Go!

Ah!

Why?

Talking won't heal you,

only time.

You're alone here,

my secret to keep...

from your friends

and from your enemies.

And I am neither.

Well, I'm not gonna lie and say I've seen worse, Teddy.

Might be time to punch the old clock,

if you know what I mean.

How are you here?

You're dying, son.

Where the hell else would I be?

Dad?

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Hey!

Hey!

Can anybody hear me, God damn it?

Hey!

Ouch.

You look worse for wear, kid...

But you wear it well, just like your old man.

You sure? 'Cause nothing's free.

You give something 'cause you want something.

Do you remember that guy on Wilmont?

The strung-out scumbag type?

One day, you and your brother come running up to me,

and you tell me that he said something dirty to you.

So halfway through the beating,

he is screaming, swearing up and down.

He didn't say shit, and I'm starting to believe him.

But I'm thinking, "Why would you lie to me?"

Then it clicked.

It was your ma's birthday. I didn't have anything for her.

I just got fired from the plant, so I was on edge.

I was making fists.

So you made up that story, so that I would focus on him

and not your brother and not your ma.

What's your point?

He was weak... a junkie.

A weak man is vulnerable.

A man like that is the pawn of other men.

Don't be weak.

Why are you doing this?

One day...

far from now,

you'll be called upon.

Wake up!

Is... is this your big plan?

Big-shot Scav King?

You're gonna lie down and cough up blood?

- Touch me again. - Or what?

I never liked you so much

as the day you started hitting back.

Go ahead.

Bleed out, slip away.

Whatever he is saving you for, it ain't Christmas.

You're too damn weak for him,

and you sure as shit ain't strong enough for me.

It's unnatural.

No one should have strength like this.

This isn't science. It... it's witchcraft.

Her blood contains a dormant form of the Kalavirus.

It gives her immunity to the plague.

Ms. Kirschner is a perfect variation

of the Messenger genome.

- Impeccably constructed. - Mm.

We do seem flush with unusual specimens lately.

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Is there anything I can get for you?

Blanket, perhaps?

Thank you, no.

I'm strangely never more uncomfortable

than when I'm comfortable.

It's the quiet moments that frighten me the most, I think.

Women like us,

we prefer the storm to the calm before it.

Do you know what a golem is?

Yeah. A children's tale, no?

A delicate figure, shaped from clay,

brought to life by a single breath.

Back then, my father would read to me,

always through the glass.

On my loneliest days, I would try to breathe life

into my animals and dolls.

They never spoke back.

Father made his golem out of DNA.

You made yours out of metal.

Is that what you think I'm doing here?

- Playing God? - Playing God lacks ambition.

Why play at something when you can simply become it?

You were made to be humble, I see.

May I?

Careful.

What would you have made Hannah to be?

Had you raised her?

I'd be very careful not to mention my daughter again.

What exactly is it you want?

I've been running a long while in a single direction,

forward in time.

I know the feeling.

Tomorrow is a poor place to hide.

But yesterday?

I want a moment in the past, someplace civilized,

free of you and safe from him.

Give me your machine, I'll give you the Witness.

If you gave me the Witness, you wouldn't need to run.

What would you do? Send James back to kill him?

He has an awful habit of creating the very problems

he sets out to solve.

Why did you abandon the Witness?

He gave me a purpose, but it was a lie.

This is no Red Forest, is it?

So I left,

tried to live a life without purpose,

be normal, ordinary.

But the world felt small, fragile.

Surely, you understand.

Do I?

The marriage and life you left behind,

you did all that in the name of purpose.

You weren't made for anything else,

- certainly not to be a mother. - I warned you.

Only in losing Hannah did you find your true purpose.

Tell me, Katarina,

that you didn't love the purpose more than the girl.

Mention her one more time...

Dr. Railly's gone. James, on his way.

And Hannah's found herself another mother.

Everything you built is broken, Katarina.

Everything you built belongs to somebody else.

Dr. Adler, prepare the machine.

Katarina?

Our guest is hoping to take a trip.

Let's not be inhospitable.

She doesn't look like much, I know.

But function?

My machine takes but a fraction of a second

to deconstruct the human body,

yet it takes the brain

roughly twice as long to process pain.

In short, the subject is pieced back together

before it can feel the agony of having been torn apart.

Unless I decrease the relay speed.

In that case, it opens a window for...

well, you'll see.

Have a wonderful trip.

Katarina, don't.

- Decrease the relay speed. - Disengaging the safeguards.

Put her on a perpetual one-second loop forward.

Let her feel precisely why we call it "splintering."

I'm a little confused.

I thought you were some kind of Mad Max tough guy.

West VII, 300 strong.

Yeah, I thought you were dead.

I saw you under that sheet.

Points for style, right?

Halfway through the windshield,

bottle still in your hand.

I was not impressed.

If I'm dead, what the hell are you?

You think you've found some kind of redemption.

From what? A woman?

No. This is Hell.

This is what we deserve.

Nothing's free, Teddy.

Bad men always want something.

And you know, because you're a bad man.

Oh.

- Katarina... - Continue, Dr. Adler.

She doesn't like it, not one bit.

It's hurting her. It's awful.

- No one deserves... - I'm not talking about Olivia.

The machine.

My mother.

They called her Dr. Grimm.

Are we quite finished giving airs, Ms. Kirschner?

Perhaps we can discuss your new purpose,

telling us everything you know of the Witness.

Kirschner was my father's name.

Mr. Lasky, again.

Enough!

- Hannah, wh-what are... - This is not the way!

This is not the way.

What was that?

Would Dr. Railly approve?

Hannah's right.

This isn't the way.

What's the deepest, darkest room we got in this place?

One we haven't looked in in months?

There's an empty munitions bunker

down in the sub-basement.

When you undid the storms,

it's where the anomalies spit me out.

It's dark, half-flooded, lots of rats.

It's a dungeon down there.

- Why? - Perfect.

This is war.

It's one thing to be a warrior,

another to be a barbarian.

Have you heard the expression, "The greater good"?

- This is not the greater good. - Uh, guys...

The good that comes at the cost of our own?

- That's not what this was. - Guys...

This was revenge...

for losing me.

Oh, whoa!

Otter Eyes just shot that Monkey into space!

Wahoo!

Yeah!

Scheisse...

Where is she?

Where's Mr. Cole?

What the hell have you done?

Follow me.

Where?

When did you send her?

Ramse and I tortured men for food, information,

but never for fun.

That woman was engineered to destroy the world,

and she almost did it.

You're doing it wrong.

People break when they're afraid.

She's not afraid of pain. She's built for it.

So what is she afraid of?

Being kept in a box.

I went back, brought her here three months ago.

We don't have time to break her, so I made some.

We're done playing games.

You ready to talk?

Yeah.

Oh, Jesus.

You come here to interrogate me too?

No.

I went on an egg hunt.

I'm sorry about Sam.

I think, probably, nobody's said that to you and meant it.

What's it say about this place

that in order to be human,

you gotta be a little crazy?

Out there, in the wilderness,

there were nighttime stories.

The terrible Dr. Grimm,

she lived in the smoke-stack building,

stealing people from the road to feed to her machine.

Vagabonds and awful children.

These stories were meant to scare us into being good,

only they frightened me from being bad.

I've killed more men than rabbits and deer,

but the story stayed with me.

So I've sat with the creatures I've hunted,

held the hands of dying men,

to be merciful,

never cruel...

Because if not,

I'm just that doctor in her smoke-stack building.

Stories are true...

But I know that's not who you are.

♪ Don't you forget about me ♪

♪ I'll be alone dancing ♪

♪ You know it, baby ♪

Jesus Christ, what is it with you and that song?

You ain't gonna MacGyver your way out of this one.

You do all the pullups you want.

You are his pet.

Well, he's keeping me for something.

One day, that door is gonna open.

He's feeding you hope.

Three squares and a cot.

Wasn't that your sales pitch?

Give a little, take a lot,

make 'em thank you for it.

Same shit I pulled with your ma and your brother.

I thought we had a chance, me and him,

after you died.

Then the whole world went to shit.

But every awful thing that I did,

I did for him, to protect him,

to spare him from all this shit.

I killed so that he wouldn't have to.

I stole so that he... He could eat.

I took that bullet.

I did way worse shit than you.

You kept him weak. You got him killed.

Oh, you can hate me all you want,

but the only reason that you're alive

is because of what I taught you.

Hey...

'Bout time you start telling me what I'm doing here.

I told you.

We honor time with patience.

Patience ain't gonna cut it anymore, friend.

Right, right, left, up, over,

right, left, repeat.

Right, right, left, up, over, right, left.

Right, left, up, over,

right, left.

- Repeat. - Right...

right, left, up, over,

right, left, right.

You have no idea what you're walking into, do you?

Doesn't matter.

Maybe he lets you out of here. Maybe.

But into what? Who knows.

I'm not dying here.

You may have croaked with a whimper,

but I'm going out with a bang,

somewhere far away from this shit-hole.

The Devil always tells you what you wanna hear, Teddy.

So who's the Devil now? You or him or me?

It's you, it's you.

Since we were kids, it has always been you.

I wasn't, though,

'cause I always told you the truth.

Except that... That you're the lie.

You're not even here now.

I just... I just needed something.

I needed something to hate, I needed something to beat,

and I got you, and I hate you.

I hate the smell.

You smell like Two Buck Chuck. I hate your voice.

I hate what you did to me...

and him and her.

I hate that I look like you.

But you don't.

My father gave me scars.

It's the only thing I had to pass on.

That doesn't make you me.

♪ Don't you forget about me ♪

♪ I'll be alone... ♪

♪ Dancing ♪

♪ You know it, baby ♪

It is time.

I know little beyond my own cycle.

Only fragments of stories,

legends of things yet to be done.

We encountered these four in Paris.

- What are they? - Teachers, I believe.

Protectors meant to raise the Witness

in the chaos of history.

Raise him?

You can't win against them.

What you do, they can undo.

Like yourselves, they fight fire with fire

and time with time.

Right.

And Titan?

From what I understand,

it was built for the Witness's return...

Left.

The time when the Witness will return

for The Army of the 12 Monkeys

and lead them to their timeless forest of red.

How can we stop his return?

Not in the future, but the past.

A single moment, a place in time

when the Witness will be the most vulnerable.

One chance...

A single opportunity.

I can tell you when and where.

I can tell you how to kill the Witness.

Forget about me?

Deacon.

You ready to get the hell out of here?

Oh, ha.

What would you give to be back out there?

I don't know.

Plenty of times, we weren't sure we'd make the night.

Well, you live, you got lucky.

You die, well, you know,

you died for nothing.

It was easier.

I don't know anymore

if there's even a way to undo all this.

I'm tired of thinking in circles.

She says there's a chance.

You can't trust her. You know that.

The whole thing could be a lie.

Well, all we got is the lie.

You know we're done here, right?

- I know. - What do we got to lose?

She says the Witness is gonna appear in 2007.

Let's go get him.

She also says he's gonna be surrounded

by an army of followers.

If we don't get to him,

we don't make it out of there.

One last run?

Hm?

Yeah, guess so.

Whatever future happens,

I want you to know that

you are my family in all of 'em.

There we go. You get this done.

I swear to God, if you miss,

I'm gonna live my days upstate, middle of nowhere.

I'm gonna create my own little post-apocalypse.

Listen, about Sam...

I know I've stopped you from pulling a few triggers.

If we find the Witness, if he's there, he's yours.

Put him down.

Liar!

Liar!

Then kill me if you think it's a lie,

but you know deep down

it's the only thing that has ever made any sense.

I'm ready.

You shouldn't be. You shouldn't go.

I don't have a choice.

What's gotten into you? What's going on?

Bad feelings, bad thoughts.

- What, like primary visions? - No.

No, I don't need a third eye

to be able to see that all of this is wrong.

Mr. Cole, the window is closing.

I'm splintering you to the Emerson Hotel, 2007.

You'll devise a plan,

you'll execute it.

Kill the Witness, gentlemen.

Tell 'em you're sick or something.

Good luck, Mr. Cole.

- If I see you again... - It'll be too soon.

Initiate splinter sequence.

James and Cassandra are the origin of the Witness.

There's only one path forward.

For this to work,

you gotta hurt.

You gotta take a beating.

I'll manage.

Match the coordinates.

Follow sequence.

Can you do it?

Can you kill Cassandra Railly?

- Synced and corrected by Monkeyman -

Yeah.