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JAMES: Previously on Twelve Monkeys...

She said I was Primary.

You are Primary.

JENNIFER: The things I see.

The changes made in time.

Primary?

I see everything.

CASSIE: We destroyed the virus.

I apologize, Dr. Eckland, you were not part of my original reality.

JAMES: What are you doing?

Deacon's gonna kill him there.

Not before he tells us everything he knows.

Those Messengers out there, in the hoods.

What do they want? KATARINA: My machine.

We don't know where they went. Or when.

JAMES: 1944.

That's where I think the Messengers went.

(UPBEAT some PLAYING ON TURNTABLE)

Glennis. The limo's here.

One minute.

(SONG DISTORTING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GLENNIS CHOKING)

(SONG PLAYING LOUDER)

Mr. Applebaum?

(GASPS)

You almost gave me a coronary.

I'm so sorry we kept you waiting.

My wife is on what I like to call Glennis Standard Time.

Oh, Russell, shush.

What is it?

Our entire lives have led to this moment.

The world will be forever changed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SONG PLAYING ON TURNTABLE)

(MACHINES WHIRRING)

In the last eight months, ever since the Messengers used our machine,

we've had tremendous spikes across the temporal spectrum.

I'm aware.

But last night's data showed

these anomalies multiplying in the time stream.

An increase of 80%. These levels are unprecedented.

It's almost as if the structure of space-time

is collapsing somehow in some way...

It's what?

Collapsing onto itself!

Dr. Eckland!

Doctor!

Eckland!

If: YOU please!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Forgive me for asking,

but I understand Dr. Eckland has moved out of your quarters.

As far as the time stream goes,

I don't know what is causing those anomalies.

Everything seems to be increasingly unpredictable.

My suggestion is we all just get used to the new normal.

(GRUNTING)

Cole, get him. Yeah!

Whoa!

Yes! (BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh.

Get up. What are you...

Yeah!

Get up. Yes!

Yeah!

Kick him. CASSIE: Hey!

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this?

Jones promised me this bullshit was over.

You raise your voice to her again

and I'll chew your goddamn face off.

It's all right.

It's all right. JAMES: Yeah, it's all right.

Go nurse your wounds, Teddy.

Huh? Stop it! Both of you.

We're trying to figure out where

the Messengers went in the machine.

And your boyfriend is holding out on us.

They didn't fill me in on a whole lot.

Including the part where they tried to kill me.

He's the asshole that brought him here in the first place.

Mea culpa.

We stopped their plan to release the virus.

Whatever's going on now, he's got nothing to do with.

And what about 1944?

JAMES: (SIGHS) What about it?

RAMSE: Nice tux.

This is a relationship I will never understand.

You should hear what you just said.

DEACON: Oh.

Are you sore about us?

HEY, guys...

I trained her to survive. Just like I trained you.

I'll tell you something. She got a lot of talent.

Except for that blind spot

when it comes to pieces of shit like you.

What is that supposed to mean?

I know what this is.

DR. ECKLAND: Professor Thomas If. Crawford, molecular biologist.

During the Second World War,

he was one of a small number of American scientists

who belonged to something called the War Bureau of Consultants.

The group was charged with investigating

the feasibility of a US bio-weapons program.

Looks like Crawford was murdered in his office

at Columbia University on the evening of September 1st, 1944.

His killers, a man and a woman, were never found.

What does this have to do with the Twelve Monkeys or the plague?

RAMSE: I remember there was a time that they were looking for the grave

of Thomas Crawford.

Thought about digging him up.

Exhume his remains? For what purpose?

I don't know. DR. ECKLAND: Test for DNA.

Maybe use it to track Crawford to a specific time and place.

Yeah. September 1st, 1944.

We have to go back. We were there.

You were also there in 1987.

But that little trip didn't work out like anyone hoped.

Look, they went back and killed Crawford.

We have to stop them and find out what they were up to.

Could be his research.

It might be their Plan B for the virus.

He might know something.

Crawford lived decades before

anyone understood the basics of RNA propagation.

His work would've been useless to the Monkeys.

JAMES: Maybe he was ahead of his time,

and they killed him before he got a chance to prove it.

We should go.

TO 1944?

You want to just travel back through time 100 years?

To a world at war.

Where people were paranoid and archaic.

Cole can barely navigate 2016.

I'm standing right here.

That's why I'd like you to accompany him.

You've seen the Messengers, seen their faces.

You can identify them before they strike.

The fight against the plague starts in 2016.

The first battle may very well have been in 1944.

I'm not a time traveler.

Dr. Railly, I understand, this is quite a change in dynamic.

But he needs you to guide him through that world.

Katarina...

If Mr. Cole fails

we all fail.

Our reports show that Professor Crawford was murdered in his office

while a military ceremony was taking place on campus.

The Secretary of War was handing out medals to war heroes.

Well, if the Messengers found a way in,

so can we. We've done it before.

This will require a plan.

On the ground.

No, not on the ground, Johnny Night Room.

We need a plan now. Are we sneaking in, going undercover?

Bribe... We need money.

Money won't be a problem.

Here, they're worthless.

But in 1944, their street value will be substantial.

Trade it. Pawn it.

Wear it if you'd like.

You've never splintered one person, let alone two, this far back.

KATARINA: No.

And with the increase of temporal anomalies,

this science has become even more inexact.

The two of you could arrive hours apart.

Maybe days.

So I'd suggest a rendezvous point.

Emerson Hotel.

West 43rd.

Okay.

(SCOFFS) He's done a number on her, huh?

You sure it's not the other way around?

Mr. Deacon is a necessary evil.

Security of this facility is paramount.

What about Ramse?

I'll have a word with Mr. Deacon. Mr. Ramse was helpful today.

Then show him that matters.

Let him see his son.

(BEEPING)

Coordinates are set for Manhattan, 1944. The window is holding.

Gore's at maximum and steady.

(SIGHS)

Give the word.

Initiate Splinter Sequence.

Been a while since I heard that.

(MACHINE POWERING UP)

You're up. (SIGHS)

Be careful.

Behave.

(BEEPING) (CASSIE SIGHS)

Match coordinates. Follow the sequence.

(MACHINE POWERING UP)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GASPING)

MAN: Are you all right, miss?

Miss?

Did you hit your head?

(SIREN WAILING)

Quickly, inside. What's happening?

Air raid. Probably just a drill, but one can never be sure.

This way, into the theater.

No, I can't. I have to meet someone.

I'll be all right.

Find shelter as soon as you can!

(HORN HONKING)

(HONKING)

(BELL DINGS)

CLERK: Miss...

The Emerson has a strict dress code,

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

JAMES: It's all right.

Lady's with me.

Mr. Cole.

I'm so sorry, I didn't realize she was your...

Wife.

Mrs. Cassandra Cole.

Thanks.

Nice suit.

They don't give rooms to couples unless they're married.

You had me worried.

The party's tonight. I thought you might not make it.

How long have you been here?

Two months.

It's all right. Gave me a chance to get things ready.

Sold off a bunch of that jewelry.

Money's not a problem.

Good. (SIGHS)

I need clothes. I'm drawing attention.

I took care of that, too.

Sales girl figured your size when I showed her this.

I've got a couple other dresses for you upstairs, too.

Hey, you wanna sit down? Grab a drink or something?

I've been drinking whiskey sours. You ever had one of those?

Oh, my God.

You like it here.

(CHUCKLES) What's not to like?

We need a plan to get into a secure military function during wartime.

And I got us on the guest list

with a generous donation to the Columbia alumni society.

I'm on top of it. Just relax. Try to have some fun.

This isn't a vacation. (SCOFFS)

Mr. Cole? Yes?

Telephone.

For me?

He asked for James Cole.

Hello.

(LINE DROPS) Hello?

Nothing.

My apologies, sir. There was a man on the line.

It sounded urgent.

All right. Thanks, Stanley.

What are you doing?

This picture's going to be taken tonight. (SIGHS)

Could risk causing a paradox if there are two of them.

We should burn those.

Where you going?

To get ready. (SIGHS)

We have work to finish.

(SCOFFS)

Recognize anyone?

WOMAN: (GASPS) James.

I'm so delighted you made it.

I am so delighted you could squeeze us in.

This is Cassandra Cole, my... Sister.

Janice Thompson, with the alumni society.

We are so grateful for your brother's generous donation.

That's a lovely necklace.

Thank you, don't you just love it?

A gift from your brother. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

He's such a catch.

We had to get on the list.

(CAMERA FLASH ES)

Hey, folks, how 'bout a big smile, huh?

Could get you in Stars and Stripes.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that.

Perfect. Thank you.

Guess that's out of the way.

Where are you going?

Drink.

Keep your eyes open.

BARTENDER: Here you are, sir.

I don't think Director Hoover would approve

of you drinking while we're on a detail.

Take a look around.

More Gls here than the whole European Theater.

Jerry's not dumb enough to crash this party.

No reason not to keep our wits.

One of these eggheads might just help us win the war.

(SIGHS) I gotta hit the john.

Whiskey sour. BARTENDER: Coming right up.

(SNIFFS)

Uncle Sam rationing razor blades now?

Huh? The beard-

This is New York City, not the Appalachians.

You walk two blocks, you'll run into at least three barbershops.

I'm going someplace cold.

Someplace cold?

Like the North Pole?

Who we fighting there, Shirley?

Excuse me?

(CHUCKLES) I'm just busting your balls.

You just getting back?

From where?

Over there.

You got the look.

A man who's seen things.

Yeah, I've seen a few things.

So who were you with? Army, Marines?

The Seventh.

Seventh Infantry? No shit. North Africa?

(INAUDIBLE)

The ashes of yesterday washed away.

You are prepared.

Your mission is clear.

Listen, I really don't want to talk about it.

As former Gls, we have an obligation to share our stories here.

Listen, asshole.

I'm just trying to have a drink.

There you are, James.

Is my brother troubling you?

Not at all. I just wanted to hear

about this Seventh he was stationed with.

What with him being a war hero and all.

My brother was in the Philippines in '42.

Bataan?

He fought the Japanese for three months straight

before he was taken prisoner and forced to march 60 miles

from Mariveles to San Fernando.

When he finally escaped, he was shot twice,

including

down there.

So you will forgive him if he doesn't want to share his stories.

I'm sorry, kid...

Goddamn Japs.

No hard feelings?

No hard feelings.

Why did it have to be down there?

I found one of the Messengers. She's with Crawford.

(INAUDIBLE)

Hmm.

There.

(KEYS JANGLING)

Shit, it's locked. Come on.

What's wrong?

I have a wife.

A son.

I won't tell if you won't.

(GRUNTS)

414.

MAN US: Flowers have the most beautiful of cycles. Seed, rebirth.

Flowers have the most beautiful of cycles.

Seed, rebirth.

Seed, rebirth.

No beginning. No end.

No death. No blood to wash away.

Destruction. Decomposition.

Chaos, order, growth.

Life eternal.

This is not death. There is no death.

It is only the passing of time

that fools us into believing that we are not forever. (MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(SHUSHING)

We shall meet again.

In the red forest.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS) (GROANING)

WASP: Why didn't it happen?

He isn't the Primary.

(PANTING)

We have the right name, but the wrong man.

Shit.

(SIGHS)

We're too late.

Jasmine and lavender.

Look familiar?

This is some kind of ritual.

(SIGHS)

Cole, we gotta get outta here.

Why him? What's the connection?

Cassie.

CASSIE: What the hell is this doing here?

Are you kidding me?

You got good at this.

You won fair and square.

All right. I want round two.

I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

Where did you go?

After Mom...

I went away.

Did you do something bad?

Is that why they have you in here?

Did somebody tell you that?

I had to do something.

I had to do something for you.

What?

(CELL DOOR OPENING)

Samuel.

(SOFTLY) Did you tell him?

No.

Children shouldn't be burdened with the business of adults.

Your presence is affecting the balance of power in this facility.

You're telling me that you can't stop Deacon from killing me.

That's bullshit.

I've loved very few in my life.

My father.

A husband, briefly.

And my daughter.

All three murdered by a disease in which you had a part.

Why?

To save the life of your child whom you barely knew?

You created time travel

to save your daughter.

You of all people should understand.

Understanding does not lessen my contempt for you.

My selfishness was in line with saving billions of lives,

yours was bent to destroy them.

I cannot protect you here.

If this mission's to continue,

balance has to be restored.

(SIGHS)

Well, since I'm gonna be dying soon,

are you gonna tell Cole what you did to me?

There is a difference between what I'm choosing to do

and what I'm unable to prevent.

Mr. Cole will have to accept that it was the latter.

My Son?

Samuel will always have a place with us.

I wanna see him one last time.

You just did.

Yes, sir.

Sir, we believe the suspects may have my badge.

Yes, sir. (STAMMERS) Understood.

NYPD just found two more bodies.

Glennis and Russell Applebaum.

Goddamned war hero and his wife.

They were supposed to be there last night.

The shit heel with the blonde

and the pecker sob story are unaccounted for.

So it's gotta be them.

So then what's with the flowers? Some kind of ritual?

Yeah. Or a couple of Axis spies

trying to make killing one of our scientists

look like something else.

You do realize how bad this is for us if we don't find these two?

Really bad?

Yeah, Christ. Come on.

CASSIE: It's over.

We failed.

They killed Crawford.

We have no leads.

(SIGHS)

We have to just wait for Jones to splinter us back to 2044 and regroup.

Wait a minute.

What's this?

Psych evaluations.

For Thomas Crawford Jr.

Crawford's son.

These go back to the 1930s.

Why would he wanna hide his son's medical records?

Maybe he didn't want people knowing his son was mentally ill.

Like Leland with Jennifer.

This kid had a lot of problems in school.

He heard voices, suffered from delusions.

Diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic.

Where is he now?

Mission Cross Mental Asylum.

Outside Newark.

(SIGHS)

He drew this when he was just a little kid.

This isn't a coincidence. He's connected to all this somehow.

The Messengers made a mistake.

They killed the wrong Crawford.

Tommy and his father have the same name.

When they figure this out, they're gonna go after him.

Cole. Locked up

for delusions and voices in the head?

That sound like anybody we know?

Jennifer Goines. Yes, she's crazy, too. How is this news?

She's not just crazy. She's...

She's what? Special?

Yeah.

She is.

Maybe Tommy is, too.

Look, you might not like Jennifer...

(CHUCKLES) I might not like her?

You think that's my problem?

I don't know. What is your problem?

I can't trust you.

Simple as that.

I don't have time for this.

Oh, I'm sorry, did you wanna go back and finish the mission?

Because, hate to break it to you,

but that's not really your strong suit.

You can't do what needs to be done.

Oh, this again?

I can't get the job done? Just kill everybody?

That doesn't work, Cassie.

What about Aaron?

It worked for him.

That's not fair.

Aaron died...

Aaron died protecting me.

From you.

You think I don't know what I cost you?

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) Look, there's every reason to think that

the Messengers are gonna go after this kid.

They find him, they're gonna kill him.

Now, you and me together can stop them.

So what do you wanna do?

TOMMY". The Titan. Everyone dies. Everyone lives.

Everyone dies.

Primaries see.

Monkeys don't.

Green to red, everything changes.

Primaries see. Mother becomes a daughter.

The Witness sees all. Melting down.

Everything changes. The boy is gone, is he?

The boy is gone. The Witness...

Monkeys are coming for us.

(PANTING)

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

The Monkeys are coming for me.

The Monkeys are coming for me.

They're finally coming.

Finally here.

(BELL DINGS)

Hello?

Cole.

This just happened.

He's in Room 313.

(MOANING)

Go back to sleep, prlncess.

Late again.

CASSIE: He knew they were coming.

He picked the lock.

What the hell is that?

A red forest.

How is any of this possible? How can he know?

Jennifer calls it being Primary.

Primary?

They're connected to time somehow.

They're not just crazy.

The delusions, the voices in their head, they're real.

What does all this have to do with a plague that ends the world?

Maybe the plague's only part of their plan.

(GUNSHOTS)

Cassie, no.

(GUNSHOTS)

Your weapons.

You don't belong here.

Neither of you do.

Where is the boy?

They don't know.

Move.

(TOMMY GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Take the shot.

She won't.

She can't.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Shit. Cassandra.

Cassandra hates to travel.

How do you know my name?

James Cole.

This was not meant to be. You shouldn't be here.

Don't worry. Cassandra won't forsake you.

Do you know how important you are?

No.

Not yet. How could you?

(GRUNTING)

What are you doing?

(SIREN WAILING)

Listen to me, you're gonna walk out that front door,

with your hands over your head and give yourself up.

No. No.

Tommy, the police will protect you.

I had to protect you. That woman kills me today, not you.

With her dagger made of bone.

This bone. Mine.

It's your grave they dig up in the future, not your father's.

Yes.

The Witness has spoken. I can hear him.

I die today.

And his world of chaos and his forest of red will come to be.

The Messengers. They need me dead.

Why?

Because of what's in here.

I help it think.

Just like your friend Jennifer.

Poor Jennifer

We keep the lines straight. The circles circling.

We're the synapses in its noggin, its mind.

Interconnecting.

Tommy, I don't understand.

MANTIS: (ON PA) Cassandra.

Listen.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(JAMES PANTING)

Fourth floor, east wing.

Bring the boy.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

You're gonna save him. I'll help you.

I'm not turning you over to that woman. She'll kill you.

Can't be stopped.

Tommy, there is no such thing as fate.

OFFICER: All right, come on, come on.

Let's go. Keep your eyes open.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

We are here.

(SIGHS)

Let's go.

Check in the exam room.

OFFICER: All clear.

Send the boy.

Cole first.

Don't do it, Cass.

(GRUNTS)

The boy.

It's all right, I'll go.

Drop when I tell you. Understood?

Understood.

Walk.

(SOFTLY) Remember, James.

The only failure is giving up.

Primary.

Tommy, now.

(PANTING)

I'm sorry.

I told you.

Today I die.

No!

(GRUNTS)

JAMES: They're gonna kill him.

It was his grave they dug up.

She has a knife made from his bone.

They're creating a paradox.

MANTIS: Flowers have the most beautiful of cycles.

Seed. Rebirth.

(POUNDING ON DOOR) Seed. Rebirth.

No beginning. No end.

No death. No blood to wash away.

BEACON". That's far enough.

MANTIS: Destruction. Decomposition.

Chaos. Order. Growth.

Life and darkness.

You know the drill.

MANTIS: We shall meet again.

In the red forest.

This is not death. There is no death.

(GRUNTING)

It is only the passing of time

that fools us into believing we are not forever.

(GASPS)

(ALL GROANING)

(BEEPING) Real time tachyon readings just shot off the scale.

A paradox.

Larger than anything we've seen.

We're losing their tethers!

Both of them?

ADLER: We're getting transient echoes.

We've lost their connection.

Oh, James, Cassie.

Those temporal anomalies that we've been tracking.

This is it.

This is their origin.

(RAMSE GRUNTING)

(DEEP BOOMING)

What the hell?

(GRUNTS) (GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

DEACON: What the hell is happening here?

I don't know.

Move!

What on God's green earth

happened here?

(BOOMING CONTINUES)