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Previously, on "12 Monkeys"...

I used to blame myself
for what happened that day.

This is the part where you run.

No, this isn't for me! This is for her!

You're locked up with
nothing but the voices

in your head to keep you company.

The serpent eats it
tail. Return to Titan.

- He's primary.
- Word of the Witness.

Grow back through time
with expiration dates.

His whole history.

A world without death, without time.

- It's unstoppable.
- He can choose his own fate.

1919 Islington.

You'll find the answers you seek.

Our son lived here.

Is that it?

No. This one's different.

Sebastian said we'd find answers here.

Then let's find them.

"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.

Sorry?

Switch off the light!

It isn't safe.

I assure you, we are quite safe enough.

The bombs will never reach this inn.

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've seen society rise...

and fall.

And as I'm Primary...
or some variation of...

I have visions.

Often of how those I'm
closest to will meet their end.

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.

Fortunate for me,

I possess the means to stay sane.

The ability to travel anywhere...

Any when... At will.

Well, that's unfortunate.

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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.

Only I'd kindly ask you not to take...

that one.

Excuse me.

Stop that woman!

Stop, thief!

More water, sir?

Sir?

Water, please.

The pain.

It will go soon.

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.

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.

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...

Miss Goines?

What is this?

It's what I see.

It's all I see.

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. In here.

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.

They haven't jumped since
we lost them 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?

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.

My apologies, sir.

May I try again?

Please.

If you don't let me take
it out, it will fester.

Now, stop this bloody foolishness!

Hold him down!

Huh? Ah!

My journey's been delayed.

I thought I might like
to dine with you tonight.

No.

I thought you'd say that.

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.

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 o' 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.

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.

Wonderful. A room full of economists.

And secondly, but for the
austerity of your vests,

the main courses.

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.

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."

"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."

Hey, you.

Hola, senorita.

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.

Those voices aren't just us, kiddo.

Who are they, then?

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.

Psst.

Hey. Use your head.

No!

No...

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.

What are you doing?

We are done.

I killed her once.

I am not gonna let you... or her...

do it again.

Jennifer, listen.

Where do you want to go?

Anywhere but here. Any when.

Just tell me.

I want to go home.

Home... home...

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

Get off me!

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...

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.

Under the counter.

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...

Ah!

You were going to draw
your blade across her neck.

Athan, stop.

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.

Eliza?

Eliza, look.

Eliza?

Eliza.

Eliza.

Ah...

Ah!

What is it?

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.

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 had 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 have 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...

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.

And it always wins.

I'm sorry, did I answer the
question you came to ask?

Yes.

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...

Climb the steps... ring the bell...

Climb the steps, ring the bell.

Oh, well. Oh, well.

I... oh...

Initiate splinter sequence.

I'm sorry.

Like a fox.

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.

Mother.

Father.

After all this time,

here we are together.

At the end.

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