12 Monkeys transcript

:"...5 BILLION PEOPLE WILL DIE FROM A DEADLY VIRUS IN 1997...
: ...THE SURVIVORS WILL ABANDON THE SURFACE OF THE PLANET...
: ...ONCE AGAIN THE ANIMALS WILL RULE THE WORLD..."
:- Excerpts from interview with clinically diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic,
: April 12, 1990 - Baltimore County Hospital.
:Woman: NO!
:Announcement system: Passengers for flight 841 to Rome, come to gate seven.
:Announcement system: Passengers boarding flight 3875 to Aspen, please go to gate 13.
:Announcement system: Flight 784 to San Francisco is now ready for boarding at--
:Announcement system: Inmate number 87645: Cole, James. 27631, Johnson. 84743, Innis. 47391, Jorges.
:James Cole: Jose. Psst. Jose, what's going on?
:Jose: Bad news, man.
:Cole: Volunteers?
:Jose: Yeah. And they said your name.
:Jose: Hey, maybe they'll give you a pardon, man.
:Cole: Yeah. That's why none of the volunteers come back. They all get a pardon.
:Jose: Some come back, I heard.
:Cole: Heh, yeah.
:Prisoner: Please put me back! Don't take me!
:Cole: Yeah, they got 'em up on the seventh floor. They hide 'em up there. They're all messed up in the head. Brains don't work.
:Jose: You don't know they're all messed up. Nobody's seen 'em. And maybe they're not messed up. That's a rumor. Nobody knows that. I don't believe that. Good luck, man.
:Tiny: Volunteer duty.
:Cole: I didn't volunteer.
:Tiny: You causing trouble again?
:Cole: No, no trouble.
:Announcement system: These are the instructions for the first time probe. Listen carefully. They must be followed exactly. All openings of your garment must be sealed completely. If the integrity of the suit is compromised in any way, if the fabric is torn or a zipper not closed, readmittance will be denied.
:Choir: Holy infant / So tender and mild / Sleep in heavenly peace
:[Grafitti: "WE DID IT"]
:Announcement system: ...personnel, full alert. Returning probe. 
:Announcement system: If there are any indications of contamination by germs, the subject will be denied reentry to secure population.
:Announcement system: Please place blood sample in receptacle provided.
:Announcement system: There will be a socialization classes at 0700 for citizens cited for deviations 23-A and 96-A per subchapter six of the Permanent Emergency Code.
:Guard: James Cole. Clear from quarantine.
:Jones: Thank you. You two wait outside.
:Tiny: He's got a history, Doctor. Violence. Antisocial six. Repeated violations of the Permanent Emergency Code. Insolence. Defiance. Disregard of authority. Doing 25 to life.
:Scientist: I don't think he's gonna hurt us. You aren't gonna hurt us, are you, Mr Cole?
:Cole: No sir.
:Scientist: Why don't you sit down, Mr Cole?
:Jones: We appreciate your volunteering. You're a very good observer, Cole.
:Cole: Thank you.
:Scientist: We have a very advanced program. Something very different.
:Scientist: Opportunity to reduce your sentence considerably.
:Scientist: And possibly play an important role in returning the human race to the surface of the Earth.
:Jones: We want tough-minded people. Strong, mentally. We've had some misfortunes with... unstable types.
:Scientist: For a man in your position, an opportunity. Not to volunteer could be a real mistake.
:Scientist: Definitely a mistake.
:Poet: Yet among the myriad microwaves / the infrared messages / the gigabytes of ones and zeros / we find words, byte-sized now / tinier even than science / lurking in some vague electricity. / But if we but listen / we hear the solitary voice of that poet telling us / Yesterday this day's madness did prepare / tomorrow's silent; triumph or despair / Drink, for you know not whence you came, nor why. / Drink, for you know not why you go, nor where.
:Detective: ...wandering around in nothing but his underpants and one of those plastic, see-through lady's raincoats. So, they get there, they ask the guy real nice for some kind of ID. He gets agitated, starts screaming about viruses. Totally irrational, totally disoriented. Doesn't know where he is, what day of the week it is, all that stuff.
:Kathryn Railly: Lemme see.
:Detective: All they got was his name.
:Railly: Thanks.
:Detective: Of course, they figured he's stoned out of his mind. Some kind of psychotic episode.
:Railly: He's been tested for drugs?
:Detective: Negative for drugs. But he took on five cops like he was dusted to the eyeballs. No drugs. You believe that?
:Railly: He's in restraints.
:Detective: Yeah. Weren't you listenin'? I got two police officers in the hospital. Yeah, he's in restraints! And the medic gave him enough stelazine to kill a horse; look at him. Rarin' to go.
:Railly: Well that would explain the bruises, I guess. The struggle.
:Detective: Yeah. You wanna go in there, examine him, what?
:Railly: Yes, please. Is this all you have? Ran him through your system?
:Detective: No matchup. No license, no prints, no warrants. Nothing. I should probably go in with you.
:Railly: No, thank you. That won't be necessary.
:Detective: All right. He'll be right here... just in case.
:Railly: Mr Cole, my name is Kathryn Railly. I'm a psychiatrist. I work for the county, I don't work for the police, so my concern is for your well-being. Do you understand that?
:Cole: Need to go! Need to go!
:Railly: I can't... I can't make the police let you go. But I do wanna help you, so I... I need you to tell me exactly what happened tonight. Do you think you can do that, James? May I call you James?
:Cole: James. Nobody ever calls me that.
:Railly: Have you been a patient at County?
:Cole: No.
:Railly: Have I seen you someplace?
:Cole: Not possible. I need to go! I need to... I'm supposed to be gathering information!
:Railly: What kind of information?
:Cole: Won't help you. Won't help anyone. Won't change anything.
:Railly: James, do you know why you're here?
:Cole: 'Cause I'm a good observer. Got a tough mind.
:Railly: I see. You don't remember assaulting a police officer? Several officers?
:Cole: Why am I chained? Why are these chains on me?
:Railly: You've been in an institution before, haven't you? Or hospital?
:Cole: No. Now I need to go. Need to go.
:Railly: Have you been to prison, James?
:Cole: Underground.
:Railly: Hiding?
:Cole: I love this air. Such wonderful air.
:Railly: What's wonderful about the air, James?
:Cole: Very fresh. No germs.
:Railly: Why... Why do you think there aren't any germs in the air?
:Cole: This is October, right?
:Railly: April.
:Cole: What year is this?
:Railly: What year do you think it is?
:Cole: 1996.
:Railly: That's the future, James. Do you think you're living in the future?
:Cole: 1996 is the past.
:Railly: No, 1996 is the future. This is 1990.
:Officer: Shut up, ladies.
:Cole: Where're you taking me?
:Officer: South of France, buddy. Fancy hotel. You'll love it.
:Cole: South of France? I can't go to South of France. I just need to make a telephone call.
:Officer: Yeah, yeah. Zip it, daisy. You fooled the shrink with your act, but you don't fool us. Now come on.
:Officer: Let's go, ace.
:Orderly: All right. Come on, come on. There you go. Now, lemme see your head, Jimbo. See if you got any creepy crawlers.
:Cole: I need to make a telephone call.
:Orderly: Got to take you over to the doctor, Jimbo. Can't make no calls 'til the doctor says.
:Cole: It's very important.
:Orderly: What you gotta do, Jimbo, is take it easy. Relax into things. And we'll all get along fine if you just relax.
:Television: Wow! Whoo-oo!
:Orderly: Let's go. Come on. Let's go. Hey, Goines. Yo, Goines. Yo, Jeffrey. Goines!
:Goines: What?
:Orderly: Hey lookie here. This here's James. Now, do me a favor. Why don't you show him around? Tell him the TV rules. Show him the games and stuff. Okay?
:Goines: How much you gonna pay me? How much? I'd be doin' your job.
:Orderly: Five thousand dollars, my man. That enough?
:Goines: Five thousand?
:Orderly: I'll wire a check to your account as usual.
:Goines: Five thousand dollars. Five thousand dollars.
:Orderly: Five thousand dollars.
:Goines: I'll give him the deluxe mental hospital tour.
:Orderly: My man!
:Goines: Kid around, makes 'em feel good. We're pals. You're the prisoners. No, you're the guards.
:Orderly: Now you got it.
:Goines: Right right right. Okay okay, it's all in good fun, all in good fun. Here's some games here. And there's... Get out! Get out! He was in my chair.
:Goines: Games. Games. Here's some games. Games who wanna get out. See? More games. Games. They vegetize you. Unh unh! See? Aah. If you play the games, you're voluntarily taking a tranquilizer. Ah, I guess they gave you some chemical restraints, huh? Drugs! What'd they give you? Thorazine? Haldol? How much? How much? Learn your drugs. Know your dosages. It's elementary.
:Cole: I need to make a telephone call.
:Goines: Telephone call? Telephone call? That's communication with the outside world. Doctor's discretion! Uh-uh. Nah. Look, hey. If all of these nuts could just make phone calls, it could spread. Insanity oozing through telephone cables, oozing to the ears of all these poor, sane people, infecting them. Wackos everywhere. Plague of madness. In fact, very few, Jim... Jim, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. I'm not saying you're not mentally ill. For all I know, you're... crazy as a loon. But that's not why you're here. That's not why you're here. That's not why you're here! You're here because of the system! There's the television. It's all right there. All right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray! Commercials! We're not productive anymore. Didn't used to make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers, Jim. Aah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then I ask you? What? You're mentally ill. Fact, Jim. Fact. If you don't buy things: toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electrically-operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain-implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built-in radar devices, voice-activated computers...
:Doctor: Take it easy, Jeffrey. Be calm.
:Goines: Right. That's right. You're a very attractive woman. Hah! So, uh, if you want to watch a particular television program, say All My Children or something, you could go to the charge nurse and tell her the day, the time the show you wanna see is on. But you have to tell her before the show is scheduled to be on. There is this guy, and he is always requesting shows that are already played. Yes. No. You have to tell her before. He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday. She couldn't turn back time, thank you Einstein! Now he, he was nuts! He was a fruitcake, Jim!
:Doctor: Okay, that's it, Jeffrey. You're gonna get a shot. I warned you.
:Goines: Right. Right, right, right. I got a little carried away explaining the inner workings of the institution to Jim. Hmm? Hmm?
:LJ Washington: I don't really come from outer space.
:Goines: Oh. LJ Washington. He doesn't really come from outer space.
:LJ Washington: Don't mock me, my friend.
:Goines: Get outta my chair!
:LJ Washington: It's a condition of mental divergence.I find myself on the planet Ogo. Part of an intellectual elite preparing to subjugate the barbarian hordes on Pluto. But even though this is a totally convincing reality for me in every way, nevertheless, Ogo is actually a construct of my psyche. I am mentally divergent in that I am escaping certain unnamed realities that plague my life here. When I stop going there, I will be well. Are you also divergent, friend?
:Cole: This is a place for crazy people. I'm not crazy.
:Doctor: We don't use that term, 'crazy,' Mr Cole.
:Cole: You've got some real nuts here. I know some things that you don't know. It's gonna be very difficult for you to understand it. Hey. Hey, hey! I'm not gonn... I'm not gonna hurt anyone!
:Doctor: All right.
:Cole: Look, have any of you heard of the Army of the Twelve Monkeys? They, they paint this. They stencil this on the sides of buildings everywhere. Have you seen this?
:Doctor: Mr Cole? Why don't you take your time and try to explain this whole thing from the beginning?
:Cole: Right, right. It's 1990. Okay, that makes sense. They wouldn't've been active yet. Um... OKAY. Five billion people died in 1996 and 1997. Almost the entire population of the world. Only about one percent of us survived.
:Doctor: Are you going to save us, Mr Cole?
:Cole: How can I save you? This already happened. I can't save you. Nobody can. I am simply trying to gather information to help the people in the present trace the path of the virus.
:Doctor: We're not in the present now, Mr Cole?
:Cole: No. 1990 is the past. This already happened. That's what I'm trying to...
:Doctor: Mr Cole? Mr Cole? You believe 1996 is the present then, is that it?
:Cole: No. 1996 is the past too. Listen to me. What I... What I... What I need to do is make a telephone call. I can straighten this all out if I make a telephone call.
:Doctor: Who would you call? Who would straighten everything out?
:Cole: The scientists. They'll want to know that they sent me to the wrong time. I can leave a voice mail message that they monitor from the present. Can I just make one telephone call, please? Please?
:Woman: What are you doin' in the dog bowl? Get outta there. Who put those Doritos in there anyway? Yes? What? Voice mail? Look, I don't know... Would you please stop makin' that noise! I don't know what you talkin' about. Is this a joke? I don't know any scientists. Duanne, get out... James who?
:Railly: Wasn't who you expected?
:Cole: No. It was some lady. She didn't know anything.
:Railly: Well, maybe it was the wrong number.
:Cole: No. That's why they chose me. I remember things.
:Railly: James, where did you grow up?
:Doctor: Dr Railly.
:Railly: I have the strangest feeling that I've met you before.
:Cole: Wait. This is 1990. I'm supposed to be leaving messages in 1996. It's not the right number yet. That's the problem.
:Railly: James, listen to me. Listen to me!
:Cole's dream: [Raily] NO!
:Goines: Won't work. Can't open it. You think you can remove the grill, but you can't. Welded. See? Told you. All the doors are locked too. Ah. They're protecting the people on the outside from us when the people on the outside are as crazy as us. Do you know what 'crazy' is? Crazy is majority rules. Yeah. Uh. Take germs for example.
:Cole: Germs?
:Goines: Uh-huh. In the eighteenth century, no such thing. Nada. Nothing. No one ever imagined such a thing. No sane person anyway. Ah! Ah! Along comes this doctor. Uh, uh... Semmelweis. Semmelweis. Semmelweis comes along and he's trying to convince people, other doctors mainly, that there are these teeny, tiny, invisible bad things called germs that get into your body and make you sick. Ah? He's trying to get doctors to wash their hands. What is this guy? Crazy? Teeny, tiny, invisible 'what do you call 'em? Germs? Huh? What?' Now, cut to the twentieth century. Ah? Last week as a matter of fact, right before I got dragged into this hellhole. I go in, uh, to order a burger in this fast-food joint. The guy drops it on the floor. Jim, he picks it up, he wipes it off. He hands it to me like it was all okay. 'What about the germs?' I say. He says, 'I don't believe in germs. Germs are a plot they made up so they can sell you disinfectants and soaps.' Now, he's crazy, right? See? Ah? Ah? There's no right. There's no wrong. There's only popular opinion. You, you, you, you, you believe in germs, right?
:Cole: I'm not crazy.
:Goines: Of course not. Of course not. You wanna escape, right? That's very sane. That's very sane. I can help you. You want me to, don't ya? Get you out?
:Cole: You know how to get out of here?
:Goines: [laughing] Yes, my son.
:Cole: Then why don't ya?
:Goines: Why don't I try to escape? That's what you were gonna ask me, right? Good question. Very good question. Intelligent. Because I would be crazy to escape. I have sent out word. I am all taken care of.
:Cole: What does that mean?
:Goines: I've managed to contact certain underlings, evil spirits, secretaries of secretaries, and other assorted minions who will contact my father. And when my father finds out I'm in this kind of place, he'll have them transfer me to one of those classy joints! Ah! Where they treat you properly, like a person, a guest! With sheets and towels like a big hotel, with great drugs for all of us nut-case, lunatic, maniac devils! Hahaha! Sorry. Uh, sorry. I got a little agitated. The thought of escape crossed my mind. And suddenly... suddenly... Suddenly I felt like bending the fucking bars back! And ripping out the goddamn window frames and eating them! Yes, eating them! And leaping! Leaping! Leaping! Colonics for everyone! Ahh, all right. You dumb assholes, I'm a mental patient, I'm supposed to act out! Wait'll you morons find out who I am. My father's gonna be really upset. And when my father gets upset, the ground shakes! My father is God! I worship my father!
:TV narrator: These dramatic videotapes, secretly obtained by animal rights activists, have aroused public indignation. But many scientists vehemently disagree.
:Goines: Torture experiments. We're all monkeys.
:Cole: They hurt you?
:Goines: Not as bad as what they're doing to the Easter Bunny. Haha. Hah.
:Cole: Look at them. They're just askin' for it.
:TV narrator: Animals inside the lab...
:Cole: Maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out.
:Goines: Wiping out the human race? It's a great idea. It's great! But uh, more of a long-term thing. First we have to focus on more immediate goals. I didn't say a word about you-know-what.
:Cole: What are you talking about?
:Goines: Your plan. Emancipation. What are you writing? You, uh, a reporter?
:Cole: It's private.
:Goines: A lawsuit? You gonna sue 'em?
:Cole: Private.
:Orderly: Yo, Jimbo. Time for your meds.
:TV announcer: Take a chance. Live the moment. Sunshine. Gorgeous beaches. The Florida Keys!
:TV announcer: We'll return you to the Marx Brothers in Monkey Business, following these messages.
:Goines: Monkey business. Monkey business! Fetch. Get it? Monkey. Mon... key! Mon... key!
:Cole: What?
:Goines: Shh.
:TV announcer: If you see a bearish future in the decade ahead, consider the changes sweeping the world and the opportunities they offer.
:Goines: 'And the opportunities they offer.' Ooh. They really dosed you. Jim. Uh! Major load. Danger, Will Robinson, danger. You gotta get it together! Focus, focus, focus! Remember the plan. I did my part!
:Cole: What?
:Goines: Shh. Not 'what,' when.
:Cole: When?
:Goines: Yes. When. Now. Now, Jim. Now. Yes! Now! Buy! Sell! Stocks! Bonds! Purchase! Sell! Yes! No more monkey business! No...! more...! monkey business! Yes, enhance your portfolio now!
:Patient: Five hundred dollars! I got five hundred dollars! I'm insured!
:Goines: Yeah! Window of opportunity is opening now! Now is the time for all good men to seize the moment! The moment! Now is the time for all good men to seize the day! Aha!
:Orderly: Goddamn it, Jeffrey. Quit playin' the fool.
:Goines: MasterCard! Visa! The key to happiness! Jim! Seize the moment!
:Orderly: Jeffrey, come back here.
:Doctor: For God's sake.
:Orderly: Jeffrey!
:Goines: Go, Jim.
:Cole: Ohh.
:Goines: Get out. Out.
:Orderly: Come here, Jeffrey! Jefferey!
:Goines: The future can be yours! Last chance! Last chance! Last chance! Last...!
:Patient: Best place to go would be Florida. The Keys are lovely this time of year.
:Television: [Chico Marx] ...it's the only way to travel boy, the only way. I was gonna bring along the wife and kiddies, but the grocer couldn't spare another barrel. I was gonna bring my grandfather, but there's no room for a thief.
:Guard: Two's not working today. Use one.
:Echo: Volunteer duty!
:Doctor: Kathryn, this was in my box. But I have a slight suspicion it wasn't meant for me. 'You are the most bootiful woman I have ever sin. You live in a bootiful world, but you don't know it. You have freedom, sunshine, air you can breaf...'
:Railly: James Cole, right?
:Doctor: 'I would do anything to stay her but I must leave. Please help me.'
:Railly: Okay, okay, okay. Poor man.
:Doctor: Hey, Kathryn? James Cole is one of yours, right? He eloped. Last seen, he was up on two.
:Railly: Shit.
:Doctor: We have to know exactly what's there so we can fix it.
:Technician: Doctor, we have a visitor.
:Doctor: Um, may I help you? Excuse me? May I help you? Excuse me? Excuse me?
:Orderly: Jim? Jim? Hey, Jimbo. What's up, man? Hey, Jimbo. All right, it's okay. Take it easy. It'll be all right. Take care. Take it easy. Take it easy. We'll work this out, okay? Send you back to your room. A little milk and cookies, you'll be all right. Just take it easy, okay? Come on! Calm down! Take him down. Take him the fuck down.
:Cole: I'm not gonna hurt anyone. Dr Railly, help me please.
:Railly: We're gonna give you something to calm you, James.
:Cole: No! No more drugs! No more drugs!
:Railly: James, we have to do this. You're very confused.
:Cole: You don't understand!
:Doctor Fletcher: Four years, Kathryn, we've been working together for four years, and I've never seen you like this. So please stop being so defensive. This isn't an inquisition.
:Railly: I didn't think I was being defensive. I was trying to explain to you exactly what...
:Doctor Fletcher: He should've been in restraints. It was bad judgment on your part, plain and simple. So why not own up to it?
:Railly: Okay, it was bad judgment, but I have the strangest feeling about him. I've seen him someplace, and I'm trying...
:Doctor Fletcher: Two policemen were already in the hospital. Now we got a security guard with a skull fracture!
:Railly: I said it was bad judgment. What else do you want me to say?
:Doctor Fletcher: Now you see that? You see what I mean? You're being defensive. Isn't she being defensive?
:Orderly: Doctor Fletcher?
:Doctor Fletcher: What?
:Orderly: Ah, we have a... another situation.
:Doctor Fletcher: He was fully restrained and the door was locked?
:Orderly: Yes, sir. I did it myself.
:Doctor Fletcher: And he was fully sedated?
:Railly: He was fully sedated.
:Doctor Fletcher: Then, are you trying to tell me a fully sedated, fully restrained patient somehow slipped out that vent, replaced the grill behind him, and is wriggling his way through the ventilation system?
:Cole's dream: [Goines] Watch it!
:Voice: You sure fucked up.
:Cole: Where are you?
:Voice: Ah, you can talk. What'd you do, Bobby boy? Volunteer?
:Cole: My name's not Bob.
:Voice: Not a prob, Bob. Where'd they send you?
:Cole: Where are you?
:Voice: Another cell. Maybe.
:Cole: What do you mean 'maybe'? What's that supposed to mean?
:Voice: Maybe means... maybe I'm in the next cell. Another volunteer like you. Or maybe I'm in the Central Office spying on ya for all those science bozos. Or hey, maybe I'm not even here. Maybe I'm just in your head. No way to confirm anything. Where'd they send ya?
:Cole: 1990.
:Voice: 90! How was it? Good drugs? Lots of pussy? Hey, Bob, you do the job? You find out the big info? Army of the Twelve Monkeys?
:Cole: It was supposed to be 1996.
:Voice: Science ain't an exact science with these clowns, but, they're getting better. You're lucky you didn't end up in ancient Egypt. Shh. They're comin'.
:Recording: The Freedom for Animals Association on Second Avenue is the secret headquarters of the Army of the Twelve Monkeys. They're the ones who are going to do it. I can't do any more. I have to go now. Have a merry Christmas.
:Jones: Well?
:Cole: What?
:Jones: Did you or did you not record that message?
:Scientist: It's a reconstruction of a deteriorated recording.
:Scientist: Weak signal on our number. We have to put them together one word at a time like jigsaw puzzles.
:Jones: We just finished rebuilding this. Did you or did you not make this call?
:Cole: I couldn't make any call. You sent me to the wrong year. It was 1990.
:Scientists: 1990?
:Scientist: You're certain of that?
:Scientist: What'd you do with your time, Cole? Did you waste it on drugs? Women?
:Cole: They forced me to take drugs.
:Scientist: Forced you? Why would someone force you to take drugs?
:Cole: I was in trouble. I... got arrested. I d... I did what you wanted. I got a specimen, a spider. I didn't have anyplace to put it, so I ate it. But you sent me to the wrong year, so it doesn't matter.
:Scientist: Did you see this when you went back?
:Cole: No, sir, I don't think so.
:Jones: What about these people? Did you see any of these people?
:Cole: No. No. Oh, wait, wait.
:Jones: Him? You saw that man?
:Cole: Maybe in the... maybe in the mental institution.
:Scientist: You were in a mental institution? Oh, God.
:Jones: Cole, you were sent back to make some very important observations.
:Scientist: You could've made a real contribution.
:Scientist: Helped to reclaim the planet.
:Scientist: As well as reducing your sentence.
:Scientist: The question is, Cole, do you want another chance?
:Technician: Good.
:Technician: Last connection going on. Stand clear.
:Scientist: He was your choice.
:Jones: Nothing we can do about that now.
:Scientist: No mistakes this time, Cole.
:Jones: Stay alert. Keep your eyes open.
:Scientist: Good thinking about the spider, Cole. Try and do something like that again.
:Scientist: Just relax now. Don't fight it. We're sending you to the third quarter of 1996. Right on the money.
:Soldier: [in French]
:Officer: [in French]
:Cole: What? I don't understand. What? I don't understand. Where am I?
:Jose: I gotta find 'em. I gotta find 'em. Help me I don't know where I am. You gotta help me find 'em.
:Cole: Jose? Jose!
:Jose: Cole?! Cole, where are we Cole? Where are we?
:Cole: Jose!
:Jose: Help me, Cole!
:Cole: No! Stop! Wait! Aaah!
:Railly: 'In a season of great pestilence, there are omens and divinations. And one of the four beasts gave unto the seven angels seven golden vials full of the wrath of God, who liveth forever and ever.' Revelations. In the fourteenth century, according to the accounts of local officials of that time, this man appeared suddenly in the village of Wyle near Stonehenge in April of 1362. Using unfamiliar words and speaking in a strange accent, the man made dire prognostications about a pestilence, which he said would wipe out humanity in approximately 600 years. Obviously, this plague-doomsday scenario is considerably more compelling when reality supports it with a virulent disease, whether it's the bubonic plague, smallpox or AIDS. And now we have technological horrors as well, such as chemical warfare, which first reared its ugly head during the deadly mustard gas attacks of World War I. During such an attack on the French trenches in October of 1917, we have an account of this soldier, who, during an assault, was wounded by shrapnel, and hospitalized, apparently in a state of hysteria. Doctors found that he had lost all comprehension of French, but that he spoke English fluently, albeit in a regional dialect they didn't recognize. The man, though physically unaffected by the gas, was beside himself. He claimed that he had come from the future, that he was looking for a pure germ, that would ultimately wipe mankind off the face of the Earth starting in the year... 1996. Though injured, the young soldier disappeared from the hospital, no doubt trying to carry on his mission to warn others, and substituting for the agony of war a self-inflicted agony we call the 'Cassandra Complex.' Cassandra, in Greek legend, was condemned to know the future but to be disbelieved when she foretold it. Hence, the agony of foreknowledge combined with the impotence to do anything about it.
:Doctor: I'm going right out to get vaccinated.
:Railly: Hi.
:Peters: I think, Dr Railly, you've given the alarmists a bad name.
:Railly: I have?
:Peters: Mm-hmm. Surely there's very real and convincing data that the planet cannot survive the excesses of the human race.
:Railly: This is true.
:Peters: Proliferation of atomic devices, uncontrolled breeding habits, pollution of land, sea and air, the rape of the environment. In this context, isn't it obvious that Chicken Little represents the sane vision, and that Homo sapiens' motto, 'Let's go shopping,' is the cry of the true lunatic?
:Doctor: Dr Railly? Please, Dr Railly. I wonder if you're aware of my own studies...
:Voice: See you at work tomorrow. Give you a call tomorrow.
:Railly: [scream]
:Thug: No. No. Get in the car. Get in the car. I've got a gun. Get in the car. [cough] All right, drive.
:Railly: Take my purse. I've got a lot of cash... and credit cards. Here, take my keys!
:Thug: Start the car! No! Here, turn right. Turn right here.
:Railly: Wh-Where are we going?
:Thug: Philadelphia.
:Railly: That's more than a hundred miles! We can't-
:Thug: That's why I can't walk there.
:Railly: Just let me go.
:Thug: Just drive!
:Railly: You can take the car.
:Thug: I don't know how to drive. I went underground when I was eight years old. I told you that before. [cough] At the next [cough] at the next corner, turn right.
:Railly: Cole. James Cole. You escaped from a locked room six years ago!
:Cole: Six years for you. Turn around. Get goin'.
:Railly: Okay.
:Railly: I can't believe that this is a coincidence, Mr Cole. Have you been following me?
:Cole: You said you would help me. I know this isn't what you meant but... I don't have any money. I hurt my leg. I've been sleeping on the street. I'm sure I smell bad. Do you have any food in this car?
:Railly: Hmm-mm. You have been following me, haven't you?
:Cole: No. No, I saw this... in a store window. I can read, remember?
:Railly: Uh-huh. Yea. Why do you want to go to Philadelphia?
:Cole: I checked out the Baltimore information. It was nothing. It's in Philadelphia. That's where they are, the ones who did it. The Twelve Monkeys. Is that a radio?
:Railly: Yeah.
:Cole: Can you... turn it on?
:Radio announcer: This is a personal message to you. Are you at the end of your rope? Are you dying to get away? The Florida Keys are waiting for you. Ocean waves...
:Cole: I've never seen the ocean!
:Railly: It's an advertisement, Mr Cole.
:Cole: What?
:Railly: It's an advertisement. You do understand that, don't you? It's not really a special message to you.
:Cole: "Mr Cole." You used to call me James.
:Railly: You prefer that? James, uh, you don't really have a gun.
:Cole: Oh can you turn this up? Can you make this louder?
:Radio: [Fats Domino singing] I found my thrill / On Blueberry Hill / On Blueberry Hill / When I found you
:Cole: [laughing] [crying] Ah, I love the music of the twentieth century. Ha! I love this air. Love to breathe this air. Ho! Aaaah! [laughing]
:Radio: [news announcer] WXBX news break. News as it happens. Roger Pratt reporting. A story breaking with us now is, emergency crews are converging on a cornfield where playmates of nine-year-old Ricky Neuman say they saw him disappear right before their eyes. Young Neuman apparently stepped into an abandoned well shaft, and is lodged somewhere in the narrow 150-foot pipe. Possibly alive, possibly seriously injured, playmates claim they heard him cry out faintly. But since then...
:Cole: Never cry wolf.
:Railly: What?
:Cole: My father said that to me. He said, 'Never cry wolf.' 'Cause then people won't believe you if something really happens.
:Railly: If something really happens like what, James?
:Cole: Something bad. Can we have some more music please? I don't wanna hear this stuff. Can we hear more music?
:Radio: [Louis Armstrong singing] I see trees of green
:Cole: Oh, that! That's good! Yes, that's... that's good.
:Radio: Red roses too / I see them bloom / For me and you / And I think to myself / What a wonderful world
:Answering machine: Hello, Dr Railly? Yeah, this is Wikke from Psyche Admitting. Yeah do you remember James Cole? The paranoid who pulled the Houdini back in '90? Well, he's, he's back and he's... Sorry about that. He's looking for you. I thought you ought to know. All right? Take care.
:Marilou: It's just like I told you. Me and my husband went ahead and, I don't know, she never showed. That is totally unlike her.
:Officer: Do you happen to know the make of her car?
:Marilou: Um... Cherokee. '94 Cherokee, silver.
:Television: [Professor Grossenfibber] Ach Himmel! I have doed-it! Ah, I have done doed-it! Ja! I, Professor Grossenfibber, have invented the time tunnel! Oh, boy!
:Television: [Woody Woodpecker] Oh, excuse me, mister. Have a cigar.
:Television: [Professor Grossenfibber] Get out!
:Television: [Woody Woodpecker] Oh, excuse me, mister. Have a cigar.
:Cole's dream: [Railly] No!
:Television: [Professor Grossenfibber] Now my time machine is all ready for experiments. Ah, the woodpecker! Ja! Yo-hoo, Woodpecker! Come back!
:Cole: You were in my dream just now. Your hair's different. Different color. I'm sure it was you.
:Railly: What was the dream about?
:Cole: About an airport... before everything happened. It's the same dream I always have. When I was a kid.
:Railly: And I was in it? What did I do?
:Cole: You were very upset. You're always very upset in the dream. Just never knew it was you.
:Railly: It wasn't me before, James. It's becoming now because of what's happening. Could you please untie me?
:Cole: No, I think it was always you. Very strange.
:Railly: You're flushed, and you were moaning. I think you're running a fever.
:Railly: What are you doing? [pant]
:Television: [news announcer] And in Fresno, California, crews continue to attempt to rescue nine-year-old Ricky Neuman.
:Television: [news announcer] And closer to home, in Baltimore, Kathryn Railly, prominent psychiatrist and the author of a newly released book on insanity, disappeared mysteriously last night after a lecture at the university. Former mental patient, James Cole is wanted for questioning regarding Dr Railly's disappearance. Authorities warn that Cole has a history of violence and advise anyone spotting him to notify authorities at once.
:Cole: Love this music. We don't have this. We don't have anything like this.
:Railly: What are all those?
:Cole: These? My notes. Clues.
:Railly: What kind of clues?
:Cole: It's about the secret army. The Army of the Twelve Monkeys. They're the ones that spread the virus. That's why I'm here. I have to find them. That's my mission. I just have to locate them because they have the virus in its pure form before it mutates. When I locate them, they'll send a scientist back here. That scientist will study the virus. Then when he goes back to the present, he and the scientists will make a cure.
:Radio: [news announcer] ...police officers from three jurisdictions, apparently including special tactical unit personnel, have now been mobilized to control the growing thousands of onlookers here in Fresno, California, as the rescue operation...
:Railly: Does that disturb you?
:Cole: No. I thought it was about us. I thought maybe they'd captured us and arrested me. Just a joke.
:Railly: Mmm.
:Cole: I remember being very afraid for that little boy. All alone, down that well, not knowing if anybody's gonna get him out. The first time I was ever really afraid when I was a kid.
:Railly: What do you mean, when you were a kid?
:Cole: Never mind. It's just a prank, a hoax. That boy's hiding in a barn.
:[music, Tom Waits - Earth Died Screaming]
:Street preacher: 'There are omens and divinations. One of the four beasts gave unto the seven angels seven golden vials full of the wrath of God, who liveth forever and ever.'
:Cole: You won't think I'm crazy when people start dying next month. First they'll think it's just some weird fever. Then they'll find out. They'll catch on. Wait! Stop! Stop here! Stop the car! Stop! Right here!
:Cole: I was right! They're here! See? You see? Twelve Monkeys! Twelve Monkeys! Do you believe me now?! Come on! Come on! They're here! You see? Twelve Monkeys! Twelve Monkeys. Come on! See? Twelve Monkeys. Wait! Wait, wait. Here! Here! Do you see it? You see?!
:Railly: I see some red paint, some marks.
:Cole: Marks? Marks?! You think that...
:Railly: Oh, this is ridicu...
:Cole: Hey! Hey!
:Railly: What!
:Cole: Don't you do anything crazy... or I'll hurt somebody.
:Railly: I am not gonna do anything crazy, James, but none of this is what you think it is.
:Voice: You can't hide from them, Bob.
:Vagrant: I said, you can't hide from them. No, sir, ol' Bob. Don't even try. They hear everything! They got that trackin' device on ya.
:Railly: Oof.
:Vagrant: They can find you anywhere, anytime! It's in the tooth, right, Bob? But I fooled 'em, old buddy. [laugh]
:Railly: Ugh!
:Cole: They don't have to spy on me. I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. You see? Here it is again. You see? Here, follow this paint trail. Here. It's here. See?
:Railly: It's so awful. I am not going in there!
:Cole: No, no, no. Come with me.
:Railly: Damn it!
:Cole: The paint trail goes here.
:Railly: Let go. Let go of my arm. James, we shouldn't be here. Goddamn it. [sobbing]
:Man: Leave me alone! [screaming]
:Railly: Let's get outta here. James, we shouldn't be here.
:Cole: Hey!
:Railly: [screaming]
:Cole: Please, don't kill me. [sobbing] Don't kill me. Please. Please don't kill me. Don't kill me.
:Rodney: You stick around, bitch.
:Cole: [grunting]
:Railly: Are you all right?
:Cole: [sobbing]
:Railly: Is he alive?
:Cole: Come on. We're runnin' out of time. You can't help him.
:Railly: Oh, Jesus. James, you killed him! What did...
:Cole: All I see are dead people. Come on. Come on.
:Railly: You never had a gun before!
:Cole: I have one now. Come on. Come on!
:Street preacher: '...dragons in their pleasant palaces. The seventh angel poured out his vial into the air, and there came...' You! You! You're one of us!
:Cole: This is it. Come on.
:Fale: Um... can we help you?
:Railly: It's just a tape.
:Cole: I'm looking for the Army of the Twelve Monkeys.
:Teddy: We don't know anything about any Army of the Twelve Monkeys so why don't you and your friend just disappear.
:Cole: I just want some information.
:Teddy: Didn't you hear me? I sa...
:Railly: Don't hurt her! Please, I'm a psychiatrist. J-Just do whatever he tells you to do, okay? He's disturbed. He's dangerous. Please, just cooperate.
:Fale: What do you want, money? We only got a few bucks.
:Cole: I told you what I want. Get down. Lock that door.
:Railly: James, don't...
:Cole: Lock it now!
:Bee: I told you guys that fuckhead Goines would get us into some...
:Fale: Shut up!
:Cole: Goines?
:Railly: Jeffrey Goines?
:Fale: Jeffrey becomes like this big star, y'know, and the media latch onto him because he's picketing his own father, a famous Nobel prize-winning virologist. You must've seen all that on TV.
:Cole: I don't watch TV. Is this him?
:Fale: Yeah, that's him. That's him.
:Bee: What are you gonna do to us?
:Cole: Tell me more about Jeffrey.
:Fale: Jeffrey started getting bored with the shit we do, y'know. Picketing, leafleting, letter-writing stuff. He said we were ineffectual liberal jerk-offs. He wanted to do guerrilla actions in order to educate the public.
:Cole: Like this?
:Fale: Yeah. That's when he let 100 snakes loose in the Senate.
:Teddy: But we weren't into that kind of stuff. It's counterproductive. We told him.
:Fale: So he and 11 guys, y'know, they split off... up... and formed this underground... army.
:Cole: The Army of the Twelve Monkeys. See?
:Fale: They started planning a 'Human Hunt.'
:Teddy: They bought stun guns and nets and bear traps. They were gonna go to Wall Street and trap lawyers and bankers...
:Fale: They didn't do it, of course. They didn't do any of it.
:Teddy: Like always, Mr Big Shot sold his friends out.
:Cole: What does that mean?
:Fale: He goes on TV and gives this big news conference. Tells the whole world he just realized his daddy's experiments are vital for humanity and that the use of animals is absolutely necessary. And that from now on, he, Jeffrey Goines, is going to personally supervise the labs to make sure the little animals aren't going to suffer.
:Cole: What is this?
:Railly: People like that aren't accessible, okay? You can't just barge in on them. It's not how the world works.
:Cole: Just be quiet and drive the car. I know what I'm doing.
:Railly: Oh no, you don't. This car is stolen. Okay? We are in big trouble. Okay? Big trouble. If you don't turn yourself over to the police, they're going to... to kill you and they're going... They're going to shoot me too, because I'm going to be the accessory to murder.
:Cole: You're all going to die.
:Railly: Nobody is going to die! You're not going to save the world. Okay? You're delusional. You've made all this up out of bits and pieces in your head.
:Cole: No!
:Railly: Yes! Let me give you an example. You know Jeffrey Goines. You were both patients at County Hospital, at the same time...
:Cole: Jeffrey Goines was a fruitcake. Uuuh!
:Railly: ...and he told you then that his father was a famous scientist who worked with viruses, so you incorporated that bit of information to this cockeyed fantasy.
:Cole: He didn't say his father was a scientist. He said his father was God.
:Railly: This is insane.
:Radio: [news announcer] Police confirm that prominent psychiatrist and author, Dr Kathryn Railly, has been abducted by a dangerous mental patient, James Cole. Cole was under Railly's care six years ago when he made a dramatic escape from County...
:Cole: [grunt]
:Railly: What is the matter with your leg?
:Cole: I got shot.
:Railly: Shot?! Who shot you?!
:Cole: I don't know, it was some kind of war. Never mind. You wouldn't believe me anyway. What are you doing?! We don't need gas.
:Railly: I thought you didn't know how to drive!
:Cole: I said I was too young to drive. I didn't say I was stupid.
:Railly: This can't go on. If you have a bullet in your leg, I have to take care of it. I'm a doctor, okay? I need some supplies.
:Radio: [news announcer] Meanwhile, in Fresno, California, where mining engineers continue their desperate attempt to sink a shaft parallel to the one in which nine-year-old Ricky Neuman is believed trapped. Authorities say there is still a chance the boy might be...
:Railly: You shouldn't put your weight on it. You need stitches and antibiotics. Lucky for you that it's near the surface.
:Cole: I love seeing the sun. [grunt]
:Railly: Wait! Let me help you.
:Cole: You smell so good.
:Railly: You have to give yourself up. You know that, don't you? What... What are you... doing...? James?
:Cole: I'm sorry.
:Railly: What are you doing?! James, stop it! What are you doing?! Let go of me!
:Agent 1: They find him?
:Agent 2: Who?
:Agent 1: That kid. The one in the pipe.
:Agent 2: You believe that? They're lowering a monkey down there and a miniature infrared camera strapped on him, and a roast beef sandwich wrapped up in tin foil.
:Agent 1: You're making it up.
:Agent 2: No, I shit you not. Life is really weird. A monkey and a roast beef sandwich.
:Doctor Goines: Ah w-w-would that I could enjoy this opulent dinner and this most, uh, stimulatin' and excitin' company for itself with no sense of purpose. But, alas, I am burdened. For with all this excess of public attention and cacophony of praise there comes great responsibility. I don't have to tell you all that the dangers of science are a timeworn threat. From Prometheus stealin' fire from the gods...
:Goines: What friend? I have no... I'm not expectin' anyone.
:Doctor Goines: ...to the Cold War era of the Dr Strangelove terror. But never before...
:Goines: This is ridiculous. My father's giving a major address.
:Doctor Goines: ...to fear the power... we have at hand.
:Agent 2: Normally, if we caught a guy sneakin' around like this with no ID, we'd bust his ass. Excuse my French. This one says he knows you. Since you seem to have had a few unusual associates, we certainly would not want to arrest one of your closest pals.
:Goines: Never seen him before in my life. Feel free to torture this man, or whatever it is you do. I'm going back to listen to my father's very eloquent discourse on the perils...
:Cole: I'm here about some monkeys.
:Goines: Monkeys?
:Cole: Monkeys. Yes. Twelve of them.
:Goines: Arnold. You look like shit.
:Agent 1: You know this man?
:Goines: Of course I know this man. Arnold... Pettibone.
:Agent 1: Mm-hmm.
:Goines: Gee, Arnie. It's black tie. I mean, I said drop by, but it's like Dad's big do... VIPs, senators, Secret Service. You hungry, Arnie? Real killer feast we're putting on tonight. Lots of dead lamb, dead cow, dead pig. Shall we?
:Goines: Hi. How are you? Hello. Very attractive. 'The Great Escape,' 1990. Watch it! Huh? County Hospital? Am I right?
:Cole: I can't do anything about what you're going to do. I can't change anything. I won't stop you, I can't stop you. I just want the information.
:Goines: We need to talk. C'mon. Hi, ladies. So nice to see you again. Remember to watch your step on the way down. Alright who blabbed? Bruhns? Weller?
:Cole: I just want access to the pure virus.
:Goines: Virus?
:Cole: Yes, for the future! I need to know where it is and exactly what it is.
:Goines: Ahh, I get it! I see what you're up to! It's your old plan, isn't it?
:Cole: What plan?
:Goines: Your plan. Remember?
:Cole: I don't know what you're talking about. What plan?!
:Goines: Yes, you do. Yes, you do. We were in the dayroom... watching television... and you were upset about the desecration of the planet, which I understand. But then you said to me, 'Wouldn't it be great if there was a germ or virus that would wipe out all of mankind and leave the animals and the trees?' That's so funny man...
:Cole: No! No! You're just trying to confuse me now!
:Goines: ...you were so funny! And I told you my father was this famous virologist, and you said, 'Hey, he can make a germ, and we could steal it!' Coo-coo-ka-roo, you were so funny!
:Cole: The thing mutates! We live underground! The world belongs to the dogs and cats! We live like worms! I just need the information!
:Voice: Take it easy Mr Cole.
:Goines: You are total nutcase! Completely deranged! Delusional! Paranoid! Your process is all fucked up! You're... Your information tray is jammed, man! Do you know what it is, the Army of the Twelve Monkeys? It's a collection of nature space-case do-gooders saving rain forests. I have nothing to do with those bozos anymore. I quit being the rich kid fall guy for a bunch of ineffective fanatics. So much for your grand plot, asshole. My father's been warning people about dangers of experimentation with DNA of viruses for years. You've processed that information through your addled, paranoid infrastructure. Lo and behold, a nonprofit organization becomes some sinister, revolutionary cabal. This man is complete bat shit. Ladies and gentlemen, do you realize where he thinks he comes from?
:Television: [news announcer] Captain Dan Miller, the man in charge of the rescue operation, says he has consulted with experts, and they assure us there will be no negative...
:Pompous man: If you ask me, the monkey's gonna eat that goddamn sandwich himself.
:Agent 3: Did a man just come running through here?
:Television: [news announcer] ...saying that his primary responsibility was to the missing boy. This is just in: police say that the body of a woman found strangled in the Knutson State Park could be kidnapping victim Dr Kathryn Railly.
:Agent 2: Anybody see someone come through here?
:Television: [news announcer] ...discovered less than an hour ago by hikers. But we have an unconfirmed report that the victim, a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, was savagely mutilated. Now earlier in the day, police located Railly's abandoned car. It was found not far from the building...
:Agent 2: Any sign of him?
:Television: [news announcer] ...and according to the activists, they were tied up at gunpoint by former mental patient James Cole. They said Railly...
:Agent 1: Nothing.
:Agent 2: He can't just disappear.
:Railly: You bastard! I could've died in there! You son of a bitch! What were you thinking of, you twisted sack of shit?!
:Cole: I'm sorry. Sorry I locked you in the trunk.
:Railly: I'm sick of you. [sobbing] What have you done? Did you kill somebody?!
:Cole: Yes. A million people. Five billion people.
:Railly: What?!
:Cole: Jeffrey Goines said it was my idea about the virus. We were in the institution. It was all... so fuzzy, and the drugs and all. You think it was my idea? You think maybe I've wiped out the human race?
:Railly: Nobody is gonna wipe out the human race! Not you or Jeffrey or anybody else! You've created something in your mind. A... a...
:Cole: Mentally divergent?
:Railly: A... Whatever! A substitute reality... because you don't want to deal with anything.
:Cole: I would love it if that was true.
:Railly: It can be dealt with, but only if you want to. I can help you.
:Cole: Oh! They're after me. Come on, come on, we have to get outta here.
:Railly: Who is after you?
:Cole: I think there were some policemen at that party.
:Railly: Party?! You went to a par... Never mind. It's important you surrender to them instead of their catching you running, okay?
:Cole: Oh wouldn't it be great if I was crazy? The world would be okay! I wouldn't have to live underground!
:Railly: Give me the gun!
:Cole: I lost the gun. I could live right here! You got water! Air! Stars! You can breathe!
:Railly: I'm gonna attract their attention... I'm gonna attract their attention so they know where we are.
:Cole: [laughing] Oh, I love this world!
:Railly: They're gonna tell you to put your hands on your head. Do what they say, okay?
:Cole: I love the fish! And I love the frogs! And I love the spiders! I love the spiders!
:Railly: Remember, I'll be with you. I'll help you. I won't let them...
:Railly: ...and then I said something about cooperating, and he said he would do that. So, I, um... I got in the car. Thanks. And when I... no I started honking the horn. And when I got out, he was gone.
:Halperin: I'll tell you somethin'. You lucked out. For a while, we thought you were a body found downstate mutilated.
:Railly: He wouldn't do that.
:Halperin: This the man he attacked?
:Railly: I wanna be clear about this, okay? This man and the other one were severely beating us. James Cole didn't start it. In fact, he saved me.
:Halperin: [chuckling] Funny thing, Doctor. Maybe you can help explain it to me, you being a psychiatrist and all. Why is it that kidnap victims almost always try to tell us about the guys that grabbed 'em, and they try to make us understand... how kind these bastards really were.
:Railly: It's a normal reaction to a life-threatening situation. He's sick. Okay? He thinks he comes from the future. He's been living in a meticulously constructed fantasy world, and that world is starting to disintegrate. He needs help.
:Halperin: Okay.
:Television: [news announcer] Exhausted but apparently unharmed by her thirty-hour ordeal, Dr Railly returned to Baltimore this morning without making a public statement. The author and psychiatrist is currently in seclusion at her home. Meantime, police have pieced together a scenario of the series of events that began with escaped mental patient James Cole accosting Railly at a parking lot after...
:Wayne: Sorry.
:Railly: No, it's okay. I'm just... hyperalert. I can't sleep.
:Marilou: Did you take your sedative?
:Railly: I hate those things. They mess my head up. Uh-uh.
:Television: [news announcer] ...forcing her to accompany her to Philadephia, where he went on a rampage of violence. With the kidnapping of the Baltimore woman, James Cole is now also wanted in connection with the brutal slaying of Rodney Wiggins, an ex-convict from Ardmore. His body was discovered in an abandoned theater not far from where Cole left three young animal rights activists bound and gagged in their Second Avenue headquarters.
:Railly: Now do they really believe he's going to show up here? Please.
:Television: [news announcer] And in Fresno, California, the cornfield that was jammed with spectators...
:Railly: He's dead, isn't he, that little boy?
:Wayne: He's fine. It was just a prank he and his friends pulled.
:Television: [news announcer] The dramatic attempt to rescue nine-year-old Ricky Neuman from an abandoned mine shaft ended abruptly when playmates confessed that Neuman's disappearance was merely a prank and that, in fact, the missing child was hiding in a nearby barn.
:Scientists: [in unison] I found my thrill / On Blueberry Hill / On Blueberry Hill / When I found you
:Scientist: Congratulations, Cole!
:Jones: Wonerful!
:Scientist: Well done. Well done!
:Scientist: Congratulations!
:Scientist: Well done, Cole.
:Scientist: During your interview, while you were under the influence, you told us that you liked music.
:Scientist: This isn't a prison, James.
:Scientist: This is a hospital.
:Jones: Just until you recover your equilibrium.
:Scientist: You're still disoriented.
:Scientist: It is a stressful thing, time travel.
:Jones: You stood up very well, considering.
:Scientist: You connected the Army of the Twelve Monkeys with a wold-famous virologist and his son.
:Scientist: Others will take over now.
:Scientist: We'll be back on service in months.
:Scientist: We'll retake the planet.
:Scientist: This is it, James. What you've been working for.
:Scientist: A full pardon.
:Scientist: You'll be out of here in no time.
:Scientist: Women will want to get to know you.
:Scientist: I don't want your women! I want to get well!
:Jones: And you will be well, James. Soon.
:Cole: [laughing] You people don't exist! You're not real. Can't travel back in time! Whoop! Whoop! Uh-uh! You're not here! You can't trick me. You're in my... You're in my mind! I am insane. And you are my insanity. [laughing] [sobbing]
:Railly: He not only used the word 'prank,' he said the boy was hiding in a barn.
:Doctor Fletcher: Kathryn, Kathryn. He kidnapped you. You saw him murder somebody, and you knew there was a real possibility that he could kill you too. You're under tremendous emotional stress.
:Railly: Oh for God's sake, Owen, listen to me. He knew about the boy in Fresno, and he says five billion people are gonna die.
:Doctor Fletcher: No way he could possibly know that. Kathryn. You're a rational person. You're a trained psychiatrist. You know the difference between what's real and what's not.
:Railly: What we say is the truth is what everybody accepts, right Owen? I mean psychiatry... it's the latest religion. We decide what's right and wrong. We decide who's crazy or not. I'm in trouble here. I'm losing my faith.
:Voice: You sure fucked up, Bob. But I can understand. You don't want your mistakes pointed out to you. I can relate to that, old Bob. Hey, I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' I don't exist except in your head. I can see that point of view. But you could still talk to me, couldn't ya?
:Cole: I saw you... in 1996, in the real world. You pulled out your teeth.
:Voice: Why would I pull out my teeth, Bob? That's a no-no. And when did you say you saw me? In 1872?
:Cole: Leave me alone!
:Voice: Yellin' won't get you what you want. You have to be smart to get what you want.
:Cole: What do I want?
:Voice: You don't know what you want? Sure you do, Bob. You know what you want.
:Cole: You tell me. Tell me what I want.
:Voice: To see the sky and the ocean. To be topside. Breathe the air. To be with... her. Isn't that right? Isn't that what you want, Bob?
:Railly: Hello?
:Halperin: Dr Railly, Jim Halperin, Philly PD. I'm sorry to call you so early this mornin'.
:Railly: You found him? Is he o... is he okay?
:Halperin: Uh, no, no. Au contraire, Doctor. No sign of your good friend, the kidnapper. However, the plot does thicken. You see, I got a ballistics report here on my desk, and it says the bullet you claim you removed from Mr Cole's thigh... is in fact, an antique. And all indications are it was fired sometime prior to the 1920s. What I was thinkin' is, how about I take a little spin down there?
:Railly: This can't be!
:Halperin: Maybe you and I can grab a bite to eat, maybe you could revise or amplify your statement. Dr Railly?
:Railly: No!
:Scientist: You can't trick us, you know. It wouldn't work.
:Cole: No, sir.
:Scientist: You haven't become addicted, have you, Cole, to that dying world?
:Cole: No, sir. I just want to do my part to get us back on top, in charge of the planet. And I have the experience. I know the people involved.
:Scientist: He really is the most qualified.
:Scientist: But all that... behavior.
:Jones: You said we weren't real, Cole.
:Cole: I don't think the human mind is meant to exist in... t-two different... uh, whatever you called it... dimensions? It's just too stressful. You said that yourself. It's very confusing. You don't know what's real and what's not.
:Scientist: But you know what's real now?
:Cole: Yes, sir. I do.
:Doctor Goines: No, no. I don't know anything about... monkey armies, Doctor. No, no, no, no. Nothing whatsoever. Heh, good Lord, if my son was ever involved in something like that... Yes? Well, I'm sorry. I think it's doubly inappropriate to discuss security matters with you, Doctor, uh, Railly. But, uh, if it will ease your mind, rest assured that neither my son nor any other unauthorized person has access to potentially dangerous organisms in my laboratory. Is that clear to you now ma'am? Thank you so much for your concern.
:Doctor Goines: Hmm. Women psychiatrists.
:Peters: I attended a lecture of hers once. 'Apocalyptic Visions.'
:Doctor Goines: Yes. She was suddenly struck by the most preposterous notion about Jeffrey.
:Peters: Has she succumbed to her own theoretical Cassandra disease?
:Doctor Goines: Yeah maybe we ought to review our security procedures. Yeah. Perhaps upgrade 'em, hm? Beef 'em up, hm?
:Scientist: Let's consider again our current information. If the symptoms were first detected in Philadelphia on December 27, 1996, that makes us know that...
:Cole: It was released in Philadelphia, probably on December 13, 1996.
:Scientist: And was seen sequentially after that in...
:Cole: San Francisco, New Orleans, Rio de Janeiro, uh, Rome, Kinshasa, Karachi, Bangkok, then Peking.
:Jones: That was very well done, Cole.
:Railly: Hello! Is somebody in there? If you're in there, I have to talk to you.
:Fale: It's the kidnap woman.
:Railly: Hello?!
:Fale: The one who was with the guy who tied us up.
:Railly: I have to talk!
:Fale: Turn off the lights. Turn off the light!
:Bee: What's she doin'?
:Fale: She's drawing attention to us, that's what she's doin'. I don't know what you're up to this time, Goines, but you're gonna get us in deep shit.
:Goines: Walkies ready? Batteries charged?
:Kweskin: Mmm.
:Railly: I saw you! I saw somebody in there! Come on out! I have to talk to you!
:Vagrant: Secret experiments. That's what they do. Secret weird stuff. Not just on animals.
:Railly: I know you.
:Vagrant: Do 'em on people too, down at...
:Railly: Listen to me, have you seen James Cole? The man who...
:Vagrant: They're watching you. Takin' pictures.
:Railly: The police. I know. Look. I have to contact James. It's very, very important that he's really careful when he reaches me. Do you understand that? Good.
:Vagrant: Yeah. Who's James?
:Railly: He was with me. He spoke to you... several weeks ago. He said that you were from the future and that you were watching him!
:Goines: Bolt cutters. Bolt cutters. Did you get bolt cutters?
:Kweskin: One dozen. They're in the van. Got the plans for the security system?
:Goines: Right here. Committed to the memory.
:Fale: Hey. Hey. You know what she's doin' out there?
:Teddy: What's it say?
:Fale: I don't know. I can't see it.
:Goines: Why don't we forget about my psychiatrist and concentrate on the task at hand.
:Fale: Your psychiatrist?! Did you just say your psychiatrist?
:Goines: Ex-psychiatrist.
:Fale: This woman was your psychiatrist, and now she's spray-painting our building?
:Man in crowd: What's it say?
:Cole: Kathryn.
:Railly: James?! James! James.
:Cole: What? What?
:Railly: There's a policeman over there. Pretend you don't know me.
:Cole: No. I want to turn myself in. Where is he? Where is he?
:Railly: James! Down! Come on.
:Cole: No, no. It's okay. I'm not crazy anymore. I mean, I am. I'm mentally divergent. I know that now. And I want you to help me. I want to get better. I want to get better.
:Railly: James! Let's get outta here.
:Dalva: He's goin'. He's goin'.
:Cole: I've seen that before.
:Railly: No... no James, you haven't.
:Bee: A guy in a Ford is chasing her and some other guy I can't see.
:Fale: No problem. It's probably just another kidnapping featuring Jeffrey's shrink. Pardon me. Make that ex-shrink. This is your... your leader? A certifiable lunatic who told his former psychiatrist all his plans for God knows what whacko irresponsible schemes? And now God knows what she's written out there on that wall?!
:Goines: Who cares what psychiatrists write on walls?! You think I told her about the Army of the Twelve Monkeys, huh? Eh, Impossible! Do you know why? Do you know why?! Because, you pathetically ineffectual and pusillanimous pretend friend to animals! I'll tell you why! Because when I had anything to do with her six years ago, there was no such thing, I hadn't even thought of it yet.
:Fale: Then how come she knows what's goin' on?!
:Goines: Well. Here's my theory on that. When I was institutionalized, my brain was studied exhaustively in the guise of mental health. I was interrogated. I was x-rayed. I was examined thoroughly! Then they took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created a model of my mind. Yes! Using that model, they managed to generate every thought I could possibly have in the next, say, ten years, which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind to... to determine everything I was gonna do in that period! So you see, she knew I was gonna lead the Army of the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occurred to me. She knows everything I'm ever gonna do before I know it myself! How's that?! Kweskin, you finish here. I'll meet you there. And if you forget one thing, I will have you shaved, sterilized and destroyed.
:Kweskin: Jeff?
:Goines: What?!
:Kweskin: You're a great man.
:Goines: Ahh, fuck the bozos!
:Fale: He's seriously crazy. You know that?
:Police radio: On the lookout for... The name is Cole.
:Railly: There. Over there. Okay. Come on.
:Railly: I need a room.
:Charlie: Thirty-five bucks an hour.
:Railly: An hour?!
:Charlie: You want quarter hours? Go someplace else.
:Railly: Uh, here's... twenty-five, six, seven for an hour. Deal?
:Television: Hey! Turn it off!
:Charlie: One hour, honey babe. Number sixty-four. Sixth floor. Up the stairs, end of the hall. Elevator's busted.
:Cole: She's not honey babe. She's a doctor. My psychiatrist. Understand?
:Hotel clerk: Whatever gets it up for you, Jack.
:Charlie: Tommy, this is Charlie over at the Globe. You know if Wallace has a new girl, sort of a rookie type, a little weird? Does fantasy acts?
:Railly: Okay, you, uh, you were standing there looking up at the moon. You were splashing through the water, and then what?
:Cole: I thought I was in prison again.
:Railly: Just like that, you were in prison?
:Cole: No, not really. Like you said. It was all in my mind.
:Railly: You... you... you disappeared. Okay? One minute you were there, the next minute you were gone. Did you run through the woods, or...?
:Cole: I don't know. I don't remember.
:Railly: The boy in the well. How did you know that was just a hoax?
:Cole: It was? I didn't... didn't know.
:Railly: You said he was hiding in the barn!
:Cole: I think I maybe saw a TV show about that when I was a kid, where a boy...
:Railly: It wasn't a TV show! It was real!
:Cole: M-Maybe this boy saw the same TV show that I did, and he c... copied it. Look, you were right. I, I am mentally ill. I imagined all these things, these people.
:Railly: Ugh!
:Cole: I know they're not real. I can trick them. I, I... I can make them do what I want. I worked on 'em a little bit and I got back here to get better. I can stay here.
:Railly: This. What does this mean to you?
:Cole: I think I had a dream like... about this.
:Railly: You had a bullet from World War I in your leg, James. How did it get there?
:Cole: I don't know. Look, you sa... You said that I had delusions. That I created this world. You said you could explain everything!
:Railly: I can't! I'm trying to, and... I, I can't believe that everything we say or do has already happened... We can't change what's gonna happen... And, and if five billion people are gonna die, it's...
:Cole: I want the future to be unknown. I want to become a whole person again. I want this to be the present. I want to stay here... in this time... with you.
:Railly: James, do you remember, six years ago you had a phone number? It was the wrong number then.
:Cole: A woman answered.
:Railly: It was the wrong number in 1990. It should be the right number now. Do you remember it? The number?! Do you...
:Wallace: This is my territory, bitch!
:Cole: Is this real, or is this one of my delusions?
:Railly: This is definitely real. Uh, excuse me. I, I think we've got a little misunderstanding here.
:Wallace: Oh?
:Railly: Yeah. We...
:Wallace: Gee, really? Now, you just sit tight, chief. You listen to me, little Miss Understanding. You think you can go around me and peddle your fancy ass in this part of town? You bet your life we got what I would call a major fuckin' misunderstanding.
:Cole: Hey!
:Railly: James, no! Don't! Uh, put him in the closet! But take his money first!
:Cole: You want me to rob him?
:Railly: We need cash, James!
:Wallace: No, no!
:Woman: Call the cops! Call the cops!
:Man: What's goin' on?!
:Wallace: I got friends, man. Don't fuckin' kill me.
:Railly: James...? James! No! No, no James! No! Open the door! Open the door!
:Wallace: What the fuck are you doin'?!
:Railly: Please don't hurt him! Open the door! James, come on...!
:Cole: Just in case... Just in case I'm not crazy. This is how they find us. By our teeth. I don't want them to find me... ever. I don't want to go back.
:Police radio: ...calling in a domestic incident.
:Policeman: Get out!
:Policeman: Get back! You'd better load.
:Policeman: Police! Throw your weapons down and come on out!
:Wallace: Hey. Is that the cops? Hey, I'm the innocent victim in here. I was attacked by a coked-up whore and a, a fuckin' crazy dentist.
:Railly: Try to blend in. Oh, Jesus! Come on. There's gotta be a phone around here somewhere. There! O-over there. Look, I'm gonna try that number, okay?
:Cole: Okay.
:Railly: Let's just... let's hope it's nothing.
:Cole: Okay.
:Passerby: ...God!
:Railly: James! James! It's okay! We're insane! We're crazy! It's a carpet cleaning company!
:Cole: A carpet cleaning company?
:Railly: Yeah. No superiors. No... no... scientists. No men from the future! It's just a carpet cleaning company! They have voice mail. You leave a message telling where you want your carpet cleaned.
:Cole: You left them a message?
:Railly: Yeah. I couldn't resist. Wait 'til they hear this nutty woman telling them they better watch out for the Army of the Twelve Monkeys. [laughing] I said, 'The Freedom for Animals Association on Second Avenue...'
:Cole: '...is the secret headquarters of the Army of the Twelve Monkeys. They're the ones who are gonna do it. I can't do anything more now. I have to go. Have a merry Christmas.'
:Railly: You couldn't have heard me. I...
:Cole: They got your message, Kathryn. They played it for me. It was a... bad recording, distorted. I didn't recognize your voice.
:Railly: ...this...
:Shopping mall announcer: For the perfect Christmas gift
:Railly: Mmm, and this. Is everything okay? You want anything?
:Clerk: Shall I put this on your account, ma'am?
:Railly: Uh, no. That'll be cash. Uh... Can you tell me what floor the wigs are on?
:Kweskin: You turned the thing into a fucking computer.
:Weller: And Fale believed it?
:Kweskin: You know Fale. If you guys get nailed, which I'm pretty sure you will, I've never seen you before in my fuckin' life. [laughing]
:Goines: Aha!
:Kweskin: Yeah!
:Goines: C'mon, c'mon.
:Kweskin: Bring 'im through. C'mon.
:Goines: Okay, drive!
:Kweskin: What's the harm in openin' up the bag? His eyes are taped, right? Right?
:Goines: Okay. Okay.
:Weller: Hello! Hello.
:Goines: Wanna hear the monkey speak?
:Weller: Yeah.
:Doctor Goines: Ahh! Jeffrey? Jeffrey, I know, I know, I know that's you. I recognize your voice.
:Goines: No, you don't.
:Doctor Goines: I also know all about your warped little plan. That lady, your psychiatrist? She told me. I didn't believe her. It just seemed too crazy, even for you. But just in case, I took steps to make sure you couldn't go through with it. I don't have the code anymore, Jeffrey. I don't have access to the virus. I took myself out of the loop.
:Goines: Too late. Too late. We got plans for you, Dad. Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo. Agh! Agh! Agh!
:Doctor Goines: I never let myself believe it. Now I know it's true. Jeffrey?
:Goines: Hmm?
:Doctor Goines: You're completely insane.
:Goines: No, I'm not.
:Film: [Vertigo, James Stewart] There's a cross section of one of the old trees that's been cut down.
:Film: [Kim Novak] Here I was born. And there I died. It was only a moment for you. You... you took no notice.
:Cole: I think I've seen this movie before.
:Railly: Shh.
:Cole: When I was a kid, I saw it on TV.
:Railly: Don't talk.
:Cole: I did see it before.
:Film: [Kim Novak] Tall trees.
:Film: [James Stewart] Have you been here before?
:Film: [Kim Novak] Yes.
:Film: [James Stewart] When?
:Cole: I don't... I don't recognize this p...
:Film: [James Stewart] When were you born?
:Film: [Kim Novak] Long ago.
:Railly: What's the matter?
:Film: [James Stewart] Where? Tell me. Madeline, tell me!
:Film: [Kim Novak] No!
:Cole: It's just like what's happening with us. Like the past. The movie never changes, it can't change, but every time you see it, it seems different because you're different. You... you see different things.
:Moviegoer: Shh!
:Film: [Kim Novak] Please don't ask me!
:Railly: If you can't change anything because it's already happened, you may as well smell the flowers.
:Cole: What flowers?!
:Railly: It's an expression.
:Moviegoer: Shh!
:Film: [Kim Novak] Promise me you won't ask me again. Please?
:Cole: Kathryn. Why are you doing this? I wanna know why. What if I'm wrong? What if you're wrong? What if I am crazy?
:Railly: In a few weeks, it will have started or it won't. If there's still... football games and traffic jams, TV shows and armed robberies, we're going to be so glad that we'll be thrilled to see the police.
:Film: [James Stewart] I'm responsible for you now. The Chinese say once you've saved a person's life...
:Moviegoer: Shh.
:Film: [James Stewart] ...you're responsible for it forever, so I'm committed.
:Cole: Do you have a plan?
:Film: [James Stewart] I have to know.
:Film: [Kim Novak] There's so little that I know.
:Railly: You said you'd never seen the ocean.
:Moviegoer: Shh!
:Goines: Hurry up. Come on.
:Weller: What?
:Doctor Goines: Jeffrey? You know I can't see. Where are we? Jeffrey? Please!
:Cole: Kathryn?!
:Railly: We have 9:30 reservations for Key West.
:Cole: I... I, uh... just didn't recognize you.
:Railly: Well, you look pretty different yourself.
:Cole: It was always you. In my dream. It was al... It was always you.
:Railly: I remember you like this.
:Cole: You do?
:Railly: I felt I've known you before. I feel I've always known you.
:Cole: I'm so scared.
:Cabbie: What time's your flight, friends?
:Railly: It's 9:30.
:Cabbie: Fff, might be tight.
:Railly: Tight? No. My watch says 7:30.
:Cabbie: On your normal mornin', okay, plenty of time. But today you gotta take into account your Army of the Twelve Monkeys factor.
:Railly: What? What'd you say?
:Cabbie: Twelve Monkeys, honey. In case you folks didn't turn on your radio this mornin'. Bunch of weirdos let all of the animals out of the zoo. Then they locked up this big-shot scientist in one of the cages. Scientist's own kid one of the ones did it. Now they got animals all over the place. Bunch of zebras closed down the thruway 'bout an hour ago. And they got some thing called an emu... It's got traffic blocked, uh, for miles up on six-seventy-six.
:Radio: [talkshow guest] what they think they're accomplishing by releasing an animal like this one into a city like this one?!
:Railly: [laughing] Oh! That's what they were up to, freeing animals!
:Cole: On the walls. It said, 'We did it.' They meant the animals.
:Railly: The animals, yeah.
:Radio: [talkshow host] If I could interrupt for a moment, Mr Ginger... There is going to be a press conference from City Hall.
:Railly: [laughing] I think it's gonna be all right.
:Cop: Tell your people if they spot either one of them, not to try and apprehend them. They should notify us. We have people all over the airport. We'll take care of 'em.
:Announcement system: Skycap to gate 47, please.
:Announcement system: ...for Chicago is now ready for boarding at gate 17.
:Announcement system: Flight 623 to Minneapolis is now boarding at gate 44.
:Cole: I know this place.
:Railly: Airports all look the same.
:Cole: This is my dream.
:Railly: [laughing] Your mustache.
:Cole: It's not just my dream. I was actually here. I remember now. I... About a week or two before the... before everyone started dying.
:Railly: Oh. Uh, careful. They might be looking for us.
:Cole: I was here... as a kid.
:Railly: Use this.
:Cole: I think you were here then too.
:Railly: James. If they identify us, they're going to send us someplace, but it won't be Key West.
:Cole: Okay. 
:Railly: Okay. Okay.
:Cole: I'll go f... I'll go fix this.
:Railly: Okay. Um, I'm gonna go get the tickets. I'll meet you in the newspaper stand.
:Cole: Okay.
:Railly: Okay.
:Announcement system: This is a general information announcement.
:Railly: Judy Simmons. I have reservations for Key West.
:Airport ticket clerk: Okay.
:Announcement system: Flight 623 to Minneapolis is now boarding at gate 44.
:Airport ticket clerk: Don't see a lot of this. It's cash.
:Railly: It's a long story.
:Airport ticket clerk: We'll begin boarding in about 20 minutes. You have a nice flight, Miss Simmons.
:Railly: Thank you.
:Airport ticket clerk: Hello. How are you today?
:Cole: I don't know whether you're there or not. Maybe you just clean carpets. If you do, you're lucky. You're gonna live a long, happy life. But if you other guys are out there, if you're picking this up, forget about the Army of the Twelve Monkeys. They didn't do it. It was a mistake. Someone else did it. The Army of the Twelve Monkeys is just a bunch of dumb kids playin' revolutionaries. Listen. I've done my job. I did what you wanted. Good luck. I'm not coming back.
:Airport ticket clerk: Whoo-ee. San Francisco, New Orleans, Rio de Janeiro, Rome, Kinshasa, Karachi, Bangkok and Peking. This is some trip you're taking, sir. Is this all in one week?
:Peters: Business.
:Airport ticket clerk: Hmm. Have a good one, sir.
:Announcement system: ...general information announcement: Any luggage found unattended will be removed and destroyed.
:Voice: Got yourself a prob, Bob?
:Cole: Leave me alone! I made a report. I didn't have to do that!
:Voice: Point of fact: You don't belong here. It's not permitted to let you stay.
:Cole: This is the present. This is not the past. This is not the future. This is right now. I'm not leaving'! Got that?! You can't stop me!
:Businessman: Anything you say, Chief. It's none of my business.
:Announcement system: Passengers for flight 6924...
:Jose: Hey, Cole.
:Cole: What? Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
:Jose: Calm down! Calm down, Cole. It's me. Cole, it's me.
:Cole: Jose?
:Jose: Yeah, right. Jose. Hey why'd you pull out the tooth, man? That was nuts. Here, take this. Take it.
:Cole: What? What for? Are you crazy?
:Jose: Me? Are you kidding? You're the one. You were a hero, man. They gave you a pardon. What do you do? You come back and fuck with your teeth.
:Cole: How did you find me?
:Jose: The phone call, man. The phone call. They did their reconstruction thing on it.
:Cole: The phone...? The phone call I just made? Five minutes ago?
:Jose: Yeah, five minutes ago, thirty years ago... They just put it together. 'Uh, hey, this is Cole, James. I don't know whether you're there or not. Maybe you just clean carpets' -- Where'd you get that from? -- 'Forget about the Army of the Twelve Monkeys.' Man, if only they could've got your message earlier. Here take it. You could still be a hero if you just cooperate!
:Cole: No!
:Cole's mother: Come on, James. It's okay.
:Shopkeeper: Here's your change. Thank you.
:Peters: Thank you.
:Railly: Sorry.
:Peters: No problem.
:Railly: Hi.
:Shopkeeper: Hi.
:Announcement system: Flight 784 for San Francisco is now ready for boarding at gate 38. Flight 784 for San Francisco is ready for boarding...
:Railly: Oh my God!
:Jose: Look I got orders, man. You know what I'm supposed to do if you don't go along this time? Shoot the lady.
:Cole: What?
:Jose: Yeah. You got that? They said, 'If Cole don't obey orders this time...'
:Cole: I'll break your fuckin' throat... You hear me?
:Announcement system: Volunteers now boarding at gate 37.
:Jose: You see? I had no choice. These are my orders, man. Just take it. Take it!
:Cole: This part isn't about the virus at all, is it? It's about followin' orders. About doin' what you're told.
:Jose: Aw, hey, man. You got a pardon. What do you want?
:Cole: Hey. Who am I supposed to shoot? Who am I supposed to shoot?!
:Railly: James! James! Dr Goines's assistant! He's an apocalypse nut! I saw him a minute ago, I think he's involved! Ah, the next flight to San Francisco leaves from gate 38. If he's there, I'm sure he's part of it.
:Announcement system: ...gate 75F, please go to gate 13.
:Technician: Mr Holtz, you wanna have a look at this, please?
:Holtz: Excuse me, sir. Would you mind letting me have a look at the contents of your bag, please?
:Peters: Me?
:Railly: We don't have time for this! Excuse me.
:Peters: Biological samples. I have the papers right here.
:Holtz: Yeah. I'm gonna have to ask you to open this up, sir.
:Peters: Open it? Why, yes, of course.
:Cole: What could be better? Come on! Look over here! Look at the planes! Hurry up!
:Railly: Excuse me.
:Security person: No-no, ma'am, you have to get in the line.
:Peters: See? Biological. Check the papers. It's all proper. I have a permit.
:Holts: It's empty.
:Peters: Well, yes, to be sure, it looks empty; but I assure you, it's not.
:Railly: You don't understand!
:Security person: No ma'am, I don't have to understand. You can't... but you have to get in line.
:Railly: This is very important. There's a man. He's carrying a deadly virus.
:Security person: You have to get...
:Peters: There, you see? All so invisible to the naked eye. It doesn't... even... have an odor.
:Holtz: That's not necessary, sir. There you go. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good flight.
:Peters: Yeah.
:Security person: Who are you calling a moron?!
:Railly: I am calling you a fucking moron!
:Security person: Fucking moron?!
:Cole: Get your hands off her, she's a doctor!
:Holtz: Hold it. Wait a moment.
:Cole: Stay out of this!
:Security person: Fuckin' moron? You're not gettin' through. Now get in the line.
:Cole: I said stop! She's a doctor, a psychiatrist!
:Railly: There he is! That man! He's carrying a deadly virus. Stop him! Somebody, please stop him!
:Cop: Police Offi... unh!
:Person in crowd: He's got a gun!
:Peters: Watch it!
:Railly: No!
:Cop: Freeze!
:Peters: Excuse me.
:Jones: It's obscene, all the violence, all the lunacy. Shootings even at airports now. You might say that we're the next endangered species. Human beings.
:Peters: I think you're right, ma'am. I think you've hit the nail on the head.
:Jones: Jones is my name. I'm in insurance.