12 Monkeys

I want to tell you a story.

About how the world ends.

And the man from the future sent back through time

to stop it.

Here, in the present day, he uncovered a conspiracy.

Men in the shadows who sought to release a plague upon the world.

They call themselves

the Army of the Twelve Monkeys.

But in the darkness, the man found hope.

A woman.

A partner.

Together, they fought to stop the plague.

But fate was not on their side.

For you see, the man also forged a bond with another,

someone he considered a brother.

If the man were to succeed and change the future,

the brother's son would never be born.

So the brother turned his back on the man and joined the enemy.

The woman was wounded, dying in her time.

So to save her, the man sent her to his.

And in the end, because the woman had taught him to love,

the man could not let his brother die.

Even though it was written.

The man broke that fate and changed time.

Now, the time of the plague is upon us.

And the man and woman are separated by oceans of time.

Destined to never see one another again.

I told you, this is the story

of how the world ends.

One that begins at the end,

and ends at the beginning.

A story that, like time itself, can be changed.

Hello, Traveler.

You almost had me in Shanghai.

London too.

You cannot run from fate.

Fortunately for us, you kept poking your head above ground.

Let me ask you,

why is the Army of the Twelve Monkeys trying to kill me?

Because your death is preordained.

You served your purpose.

And now, the plague is imminent.

It was your guidance that led us to the virus.

And for this, we're grateful.

But now your cycle is complete.

So long, Traveler.

Now's a good time!

- You all right? - That was cutting it close.

What are you talking about? Timing was perfect.

They already had their guns drawn.

Relax, you're alive.

You're such an old man now.

James Cole.

Nice to meet you.

Where's the virus?

I see the both of you are once again unified in purpose.

- Nah. - Not really.

We just don't like you.

How we all feel about each other is irrelevant in this moment,

because neither you nor your friend will leave this bridge alive.

You're outnumbered.

How do you figure?

The Witness has spoken.

Shit.

Go, go, go!

It was a good plan.

Could have gone better.

Nowhere to go.

Don't do that.

Don't do that!

Cole!

Shit!

There's no sign of 'em.

None of this was foreseen.

We need to protect the virus.

Jennifer's taking too long. I want you to shadow her. Personally.

That is not the will of the Witness.

Do it.

You all right, old man?

Jacked up my arm.

At least you got a dose of Jones' injections in you.

Help you heal faster, age slower.

Mostly.

You know, these old man jokes you keep saying,

that's going be, like, a running theme?

I think so.

I like it.

I'm low on ammo.

Gonna need more if your friends show up again.

They were never my friends.

That doesn't make it much better.

You know they're never gonna stop, right?

Witness knows the future.

He's always gonna be a step ahead.

You wanna be running your whole life?

It's not about running.

Cassie's gone.

Maybe she made it to the future, maybe not.

It's up to me now to stop the virus. That's right.

Save everyone.

Everyone except my son.

You know what? Why don't you stop me then, huh?

Go ahead.

I'm waiting for it every night I go to sleep.

Kill me. It'd be the easiest thing in the world.

Listen, you believe in the past,

I believe in the future.

It is what it is.

When we get free and clear of these guys,

we should split up, for good.

Make it harder on them. Easier on us.

It's been three months. Can't keep underground forever.

It's like she said,

the minute we poke our head up,

they're gonna find us.

They never found us in Berlin.

We were in the tunnels the whole time there.

- We were underground. - Right.

The Twelve Monkeys might be able to tell the future,

but that's not how they're finding us.

They must've put a tracker in me.

We gotta find someone who can find it and cut it out.

Some kind of back-alley surgeon.

I know a guy, across the Danube.

Worked with him at Markridge.

All right. You stay here underground.

I'll go find him.

Once we get that out of you,

separate ways.

Hey.

I think she made it.

Ethan Seki.

That's Ramse.

- It's all right. - This is him.

- Do it, Cole. - I'm not doing anything.

- Shoot him. - Cassie, put the gun down.

Cassie!

I'm sending you to Katarina.

No, no!

You're all right.

Katarina.

I'm in the future.

Or the present, depending on your point of view.

How long?

Four days.

The bullet wound. You...

Yes. Crudely.

I'm afraid surgery is not my strong suit.

Well, I'm here. That's something.

Yes, but why are you here, Dr. Railly?

We tracked Ramse to Project Splinter.

Mr. Ramse?

He was working for the Army of the Twelve Monkeys

as their advisor.

For decades.

You stopped him?

Cole wouldn't do it.

When it comes to Mr. Ramse, his judgment has always been...

Unreliable.

I shot Ramse.

I imagine that was quite difficult for you,

being a doctor.

It wasn't.

That's good.

Grieving over who we were

only gets in the way of who we need to become.

Those men out there, in the hoods.

Who are they?

They call themselves the Messengers.

The Twelve. That's what Peters called them.

They are part of the same organization

that you've been fighting in the past.

They also exist here in my time.

What do they want?

My machine.

They wanna travel through time?

For what, I don't know.

Alter history? Ensure the plague?

Maybe they just want to hear Hendrix at Woodstock.

But if they somehow manage to change something in the past,

then I wanna know what it is.

- This will make it... - So time moves around you.

Good morning, bright eyes.

We haven't officially met.

I'm Deacon.

Dr. Grim, time to go.

They're ready for you.

Our time has come.

The ashes of yesterday washed away.

You are prepared.

Your mission is clear.

You are part of the salvation.

We will meet again,

in the forest, when the blood has washed away.

I think that's your cue.

So, where and to when am I to send him?

That is not your concern.

Mr. Rodell, enter the coordinates.

I would reconsider this if I were you.

All considerations have been made long before.