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Previously, on "12 Monkeys"...

You lied to me.

The Witness can be saved.

Take her down.

The boy is my charge, not the man.

- We're done playing games.
- You ready to talk?

I can tell you how to kill the Witness.

They've come for me,
Father, Mother, too.

You can't have him.

It needn't be like this.

Athan.

- Cole?
- He's my son.

No!

We can't go back.

Jones knows... She'll kill us.

We're on our own now.

You do know what we have to do, right?

Yes.

Hold still.

How did this happen?

On the docks.

Bastard foreman shoved
me into a broken crate.

Will I lose it?

No, I can clean this.

Some of the men...
They wagered I'd lose it

before the month's up.

Fortunately, you received a tetanus shot

when we were in 1987.

Hand will heal.

They'll ask questions.

Tell them you were lucky.

Tell them you prayed.

Why not return, Sebastian,

to 1987, 1930, 1976,

anywhere, any-when but here?

They'll find us.

They have ways.

Our movements are not untraceable.

Then let them find us.

It would be better
than living in squalor.

Athan, one day, you will have
all the power in the world.

Only a man who has learned
to live with nothing

can understand what
wielding that actually means.

You have visions?

I can't stop them.

No more voices, no more variables.

To be Primary is beautiful.

You're part of nature.

Part of time itself.

No, no, I've begun to see my future,

and it is masked by darkness.

It's shrouded.

Here.

I've always said your
future is your own.

This is a gift.

Sebastian, this is insanity.

Then make it sane.

- Serpent... tail.
- The serpent eats its tail.

Hey.

Didn't you hear?

War's over.

Nothing back that way.

There's nothing here either.

I don't understand...
This is what she saw.

This train, this time.

What are you doing?

It's V-Day.

Great Granddad spent it
face-down in Normandy,

so this is for him.

Ah, shit.

Come on.

Stop following us.

We're not even chasing them.

It's like we're following
them from the front.

Right place, right
time. Wrong direction.

And, with those suits,
they're getting better,

faster, quicker jumps,
shorter distances.

Cross reference these
historical notations again

against the feedback of the suit.

All the feedback has been accounted for.

We have no new readings
that match anything on here.

We must have missed something.

By the time we start the fight,

we have already fought and lost.

It shouldn't even be a fight.

They're our friends.

Oh, yeah, they're real friendly.

And your directions are for shit.

I can only draw what I see.

Places, pieces, moments.

Is that it?

Seems like your third
eye's getting a little lazy.

Everything Ms. Goines has
seen corresponds to an item

on the Witness' map.

Yes, the suits provide
them with an advantage,

but they also come with a tell.

Here, Hong Kong, 1924,
Moscow, 1993, Chile,

Morocco, London, 1899, 1940.

When we studied the
suit's navigation system,

we also acquired its temporal signature.

Like a GPS or a temporal IP address,

traceable within certain parameters.

The map gives us the
why, Ms. Goines the where,

and the suits the when.

None of it's any good
if we can't get there

before them.

So what do we do?

I need some fresh eyes on this.

A set of footprints that stop suddenly.

Is this some kind of religious metaphor?

Spirituality?

Hmm, interesting.

I see you have enjoyed your library.

Yes, thank you for the books.

Self-help, enlightenment,
the power of crystals.

What you did to me with
the machine was more humane.

Unfortunately, this image
represents quite literally

where we are with stopping
Mr. Cole and Dr. Railly.

It's a dead end.

You learn a great many things
in cycles, boxes... cages.

Patience. You'll find them.

I'm afraid patience
is not my strong suit.

Too conscious of the ticking clock.

Obviously.

Imagine for a moment

you were me.

What would you do?

Quit smoking.

And then?

James and Dr. Railly
are tracking their son,

which means they're
learning to think like him.

There are no straight lines.

The Witness knows this.

So stop thinking linearly.

Take her out of this thing.

What is she doing?

Whatever it takes.

This is wrong.

When are you gonna realize
that there is no right?

What happened to you?

Bullets, care of Dr. Railly.

And the ironic thing is
I taught her how to shoot.

Did you also teach her how
to miss every vital organ?

Because she did... on purpose.

What a sweetheart.

And James, he led us into
that shit, made us all targets,

then he sees his boy,
has a change of heart.

Sometimes happens to people
who have done horrible things.

- Don't.
- They look for redemption

from the people they've killed.

You know who killed Old You that day?

The Family Cole.

And the chaos of their
mad son's red forest.

But they're hoping
that people can change,

that they can save his soul.

I know they can't.

Because I used to blame myself
for what happened that day.

I probably should, but... I'm over it.

Way over it.

Mr. Deacon.

Come on, tell me where you are.

Five and three, blue and green.

Give me yellow... I
could paint you the world.

The Guardians?

You've encountered no resistance?

Three are dead.

Really?

Still one more.

Who did not reset time when he left.

Still, the Witness is vulnerable.

To James and Dr.
Railly, but also to you.

Have you been able to
track where they've been?

Well, at first, there
was a rush of activity.

We encountered them at
each one of these points,

but, as far as we can tell,
the Word of the Witness

does not reference any
other specific event.

Footprints vanishing.

Redirecting.

This image doesn't depict a dead end.

Only a change of course.

They're returning to
the places they've been.

Tracing their steps.

Using your own altercations as decoys.

You'll find them in one of
these previous time periods.

Something else you've
been wrong about too.

The Witness doesn't have one
Guardian left protecting him.

He has two.

Primaries don't think linearly.

Like the Witness.

Jennifer knows this.

She's been leading you astray.

London, 1899.

You're still there.

She's protecting them.

Protecting the Witness.

I have to help Cole and Cassie, okay?

You're my only hope. I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

What's going on?

Temporal radiation.

The levels are climbing.

They're off the scales.

Shut down the machine.

It's not coming from the machine.

Jennifer.

Run!

The hell is happening?

Lasky, Lasky, time for
some real talk, me and you.

Yea or nay?

Nay.

Killing our friends?

Nay.

Big nay.

Super nay.

What the hell was that?

The machine!

I gotta go.

London 1899.

You have the coordinates
already, just send me back.

They're gonna kill Cole
and Cassie if I don't

get to them first.

Jones will kill me!

Please.

I would have to be at gunpoint.

- Like this?
- Chk-chk.

Oh, no, I fear for my life.

Sorry, Jones, she had a gun.

Wanna tell me where we're going?

This way, down this street.

This is our last lead.
After this, we got nothing.

The Word of the Witness
said, "London, 1899."

"The Red Death, Twopence for a Pauper."

I still don't get it.

Twopence just means two pennies.

A pauper is a poor
person, and the red death

is a reference to Edgar Allan Poe.

Wanna help me out?

I grew up in the apocalypse.

My family didn't own a bookstore.

Poe wrote "The Masque of the Red Death."

My grandfather used to
read Poe to me as a kid.

It was scary.

Poe's "Red Death" was about a plague,

but his plague was fictional.

So red forest, red
death, plagues, masks.

Why London, why now?

London fought the Great
Plague starting in 1665.

There have been
outbreaks ever since, but,

historically speaking,
here, now, there's nothing.

Except...

I found this.

A party?

A ball.

"Exquisite dining,
dancing, and music for those

of particular heritage and means."

Who'd celebrate a plague?

There's nothing rich
people like celebrating more

than their own privilege and survival.

Sick is only sick if it
happens to rich people.

Sounds familiar.

"Red Death, Twopence for a Pauper."

I think this party is what
Athan was talking about.

He could be there.

Cassie, if we're wrong,
and he's not, this could be

our last chance at 1899.

Excuse me, sir, madam,
can I bother you for...?

Hey, hey, whoa.

Nice try, kid.

Your brother's got the
distraction part down,

but you... you gotta lift and then pull.

Here.

Go get something to eat.

Come on, get out of here.

Scavs in every century.

You're sweet, but, unless
you like sweeping chimneys,

I'd save what little
money you have left.

If we're gonna try to con
our way into this party,

we need to look like we belong,
and we don't have nearly enough.

- We'll get it.
- How?

Like scavs.

What is this, madam?

Shit, sorry.

Okay, uh, we should
rethink your approach.

I can't do this.

Yes, yes you can.

Just smaller moves, bigger smile.

Mm?

We need costumes, good ones.

We're gonna have to pick more pockets.

- Okay.
- There's something else.

What?

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

It's okay... I have nine more.

Two three.

- One, two, three.
- One... Yeah, I know that part.

You're more coordinated than this.

I can't see my feet. I
don't know what I'm doing.

How do you walk?

Do you walk staring at your feet?

Okay... I'm...

Down, one... wow,
you're really bouncing.

- You said, "up, down."
- I know, I did.

- One, two...
- What are you...?

- I'm not laughing at you.
- Don't laugh.

You said, "up, down!"

- Okay, let's start again.
- Two, three.

- It's not a polka.
- You're counting out a rhythm.

- One, two.
- You said... no, please...

- You...
- One, two, three.

Or one... two, three.

Are you okay? Your
face is really twisted.

Imagine you're balancing
a glass of water.

- While you're doing one,
- Okay.

two, three, the water
would be all over the place.

Here we go, one more time. One, two...

- Ah, all right.
- Oh, my God.

Explain to me again
why we have to do this.

Because, if I'm posing as
a wealthy American heiress,

I wouldn't be caught dead
with some uncultured Yankee.

What's wrong with Yankees?

I'm doing the best I can. Come on.

So delicate.

One, two, three, keep going.

One, two, three.

Excuse me, sir, do you
know where Kensington is?

- Is it that way?
- No, it's south.

Are you quite certain? I could've sworn

- it was that way.
- Really?

- Um, no, Kensington's...
- I'm certain I'll find it

Thank you very much.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One... there you go. Getting there.

Yes, I am. Two...

One, two, three.

- Very good.
- I'm a natural.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

You don't think so?

Watch this.

Oh, this is horrible.

I'm a cultured Yankee.

Nothing bad could come from this.

Maybe we should take these with us.

How? There's barely room

to breathe in this, let
alone wear a splinter vest.

We can sneak in over there.

Actually, I was thinking
we could make an entrance.

Ya!

Our son is here somewhere.

How the hell are we
supposed to recognize him?

We don't know anything about him.

Christ, it could be
him throwing this party.

No, this isn't him.

How do you know?

I just do.

He could be any age, young, old.

What's the red death
supposed to look like anyway?

A red skull.

They're everywhere.

All right, let's start working the room.

And if we find him?

Talk to him.

Tell him what?

The truth. Who we are, why we're here.

What if it doesn't work?

Okay.

Let's start with the dance floor.

Maybe it's not him we're
supposed to be looking for.

"The Red Death," that's
here. That's the place.

- But the person...
- The Pauper.

Whoever that is, that's who
Athan thought was important.

But look around.

Bankers, industrialists, royalty.

No paupers here.

You're wrong. You're
looking at the masks,

not the faces.

- The servants.
- Could be one of them.

Cole, him.

Please, James, the boy
needn't become the man.

He doesn't want to.

Go.

You.

You were one of his guardians.

Of all the encounters I
was hoping for tonight,

this is not one of them.

We were hoping to find our son.

Well, such is the great
irony of our meeting.

- So am I.
- Is he here?

Waited almost 20 years to find out.

You're coming with us.

Come on.

Hello, chuckaboo.

Don't.

How fortunate that you've
chosen such festive attire.

Come now, Mr. Cole, let's
maintain our composure.

Neither of us wants
to frighten the quarry.

Shall we?

Let's step back.

Yeah, we wouldn't want
your baby boy to know

that we crashed his party.

Who else is with you?

Already plotting your escape?

Press against me, and you'll
feel the weight of a .38.

Deacon, I was just trying to protect...

Your son?

The last person with
that reasoning wound up

with a bullet from his brother.

Helluva family you got there.

I'm sorry.

From now on, apologies
are issued in blood.

So is he here?

The Witness?

How should I know?

I'm sure you got here using
the same information we did.

Once we learned not to trust Ms. Goines.

Yes, madness has picked a side.

Is that was this is? War?

Hasn't it always been?

Such devotion for one murderous child.

You see a murderer.

I see a scared little boy
with his mother's eyes.

You're going to fail.

And you know that's not how this works.

Things can change.

People can change.

New beginnings have only
ever led us to old enemies.

I have known in my
life two great agonies.

The pain of losing a child

and the pain of being betrayed by one.

Didn't it ever occur to
you to tell me the truth?

It wouldn't have made a difference.

It would have torn everyone apart.

And my son would be dead.

Your son.

My daughter never had the
chance to be better than she is.

And neither did you.

But your son, whatever,
wherever he is, here now...

He chose a lesser life for all children,

and that is why, James,
he deserves to die.

Cassie and I haven't
done anything that you

wouldn't have done yourself.

Ah, yes, "The right
thing, the wrong way."

So says the man who shot
his own brother in the back.

This is the part where you run!

Cole!

Stop them, whatever it takes.

Jonesy.

I mean, it's funny how we keep swinging

back and forth, back and
forth, back and forth,

like a granddaddy clock...

This is not a game.

I'm offering you one last chance.

How do we gain the upper hand?

Ve haf vays of making you talk.

I'm afraid you're too late.

I haven't seen your
son for almost 20 years.

You're his guardian.

Well, he no longer wished for one.

Listen, there's a lot of shit written

on the Word of the Witness,
Things you taught him to write.

I taught a child
language, art, mathematics.

The man is his own teacher now.

He's gonna destroy the world.

It was my charge to show him
the world and let him decide

what to do with it when he returns.

To Titan.

Lead the faithful to salvation,

a world without death, without time.

Unstoppable.

You're wrong.

He can choose his own fate.

He didn't want his future.

He despised it.

He wanted a destiny that was his own.

You should know that your
son wasn't just Primary.

He was kind.

Cassie!

Cole!

Mother, her drawing, the statue!

Mother!

Take her back to 2046.

What happened between you two?

20 years ago, I attempted
to alter our coordinates

and return us to Titan.

I thought he was ready, a good man.

Imagine a benevolent Witness
with all the power of time.

But he felt betrayed, and
so he stranded me here,

and only years later did
I discover where he'd been.

So our friendship ended that day.

How often we must defy our friends

for what we believe in.

Why the red death?

Why reference this
moment if he's not here?

_

Twopence.

Twopence over the eyes.

1919 Islington. It's an address.

Go there. You will find the answers

that you seek, as I did.

James, it's over.

I'm willing to grant you
clemency this one time.

Does this man know where your son is?

Katarina Jones.

Do you intend on killing him?

That is my only intent.

I failed to stop your son.

It's up to you now.

"Twopence for a Pauper."

No, no!

Please, please, please, no!

No, no, not here. No!

This isn't for me!
This is for her, please!

Deacon, please, please, no.

No, please, no!

Deacon, please.

No, no, please, please, please.

Shh.

I know what it's like.

You're locked up with nothing
but the voices in your head

to keep you company.

To pass the time.

Sorry I can't stay.

There's work to finish.

Our son lived here.

Cassie.

We will meet again, old friend.

When the forest is red.

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