All language subtitles for 12.Monkeys.S03E07.1080p.BluRay.x265.HEVC.6CH-MRN

and you did not fire up the
machine to go and save him.

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.

- Get down low!

- 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.

- 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.

I've set it to splinter

approximately two seconds
into the future.

Dr. Lasky?

- 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.

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.

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...

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.

- 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.

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...

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?

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.

You'll rendezvous there,

and then you'll
eliminate the target.

Initiate splinter sequence.

- 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...

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.

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.

I guess opposites attract.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Listen, I can get into
a bit of a pickle for this.

Right. Big pickle.

- 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.

- What the hell
is wrong with you?

- All this bullshit about God.

He doesn't forgive; He forgets.

- Cole, you can make
another choice.

- 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.

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...

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.

I mean, and here...

- I'm sorry.

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 Theia mania, 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.

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?

Run along, my love.

Off you pop to Mr. Hockley.

Sunday best for tonight's
ceremony, remember?

Go.

- "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.

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.

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.

- Oh.

- 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.

Oh, oh.

- About time.
- We've got three hours

before the Guardians
arrive at that house.

You got the package?

- Shit.

- We mobile?
- I'm working on it.

Intruder alert.

- Any time, Deacon.

- Whoo.

- Buckle up, 'cause we are not
stopping for walls or doors.

- 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.

- I had him when I was young.

Very young.

He was taken from me
and this document...

Or whatever it is,
his confession...

It's all that
I really have to know him by.

The things he's done...

They were horrible.

Nobody wants to think that
something that came from them

can be worse than them.

You can make a bad thing
and still be good.

- Them first, then us.

- 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.

I just love art.

Literature, sculpture,
you name it.

I just could never make it.

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?

Art isn't her thing.

No, one day, she'll be saving
lives,

not... not examining them.

- 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.

- Ah!

- Jones, I need you to
send me to 1953.

I...

- Dr. Railly, enough.

I think it's time we had a talk.

- Jones, you don't understand.
- Correction, Dr. Railly,

I didn't understand.

But I do now.

Finally.

- Stop!
- Ramse, stop!

- 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.

- Jones.

I'm sorry.

- Take her down!

- Ugh!

- Where's Lucinda?

Mr. Hockley,
protect the Witness!

- Ah!

- Ahh. Ow!

- Damn it.

- They've come for me.

- Down the hall!

- Father.
- Mother too.

- Come, Stay close
and be quick about it.

- No! Ah, please.

Whatever this is,
we're not a part of it.

Oh, no!

It's not what...

They were giving up!
They were good!

- I'm not.

- Oh!

- 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.

- Go.

- Ahh!
- Ah, ah!

- 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!

- Ahh!
- You took him from me!

Did I?

- Did you love him?
- Do you love him now?

Or do you just feel him gone,
like a phantom limb?

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!

Ahh!

No. No!

No!

- Mind yourself.

Ah!

- No!

- It needn't be like this.

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

He doesn't want... oh!

Athan.

Your name is Athan.

- Cole?

- He's my son.

- No!

- Oh.

- We'll find him.

- We can't go back.

Jones knows.
She'll kill us.

- We're on our own, now.

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.

- Hannah!

Oh, God, no.

Hannah.

- Yeah, I can get her.

- Hannah?

Stay with me, Hannah.

The IV!

Another compress.

Stay awake.
Hannah. Hannah?

Open your eyes.

This whole time...

the entire mission...

all of it...

it's been about them.

You do know what
we have to do, right?

- Yes.

- May God have mercy.

Synced and corrected by Monkeyman