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Often now, in my dying days,
I struggle with the notion

of life after death.

To those of faith,

it's time eternal,
salvation.

To those of science,

it's merely the first tomorrow
after you die,

a finite sentence
made meaningful

by the question mark
at its conclusion,

asking simply,
what have you left behind?

We think about the birth
of the universe as...

the beginning of everything,
right?

What without when,
planets without seconds.

We have exhausted
the origins of the universe

but not the origins of time,
right?

Now, to some, that is the
Hartle-Hawking state, right,

the big bang in an hourglass?

Okay, yes, but...

if everything that we see
and don't see...

if the entire universe was once
the size of a grain of sand,

smaller...

Why aren't you up there?

Elliot's the showman.

What does that make you?

The scientist.

A lot of work
and way too many drugs,

I'll be honest with you,
too many joints rolled

in the pages
of Asimov and H.G. Wells.

I never had a family
until Elliot

invited me into this one.

Hey, you leave home,
devote your life to something...

you know,
people you share that with,

love 'em or hate 'em
they're yours, right?

What if, in that moment,
every moment...

past, present, future...
all existed at the same time?

Where's my better half?
Kat, come on up here.

All right, no Kat.

- Come on.
- Excuse me.

Thank you, Emma.

Perfect.

A single seed...
all potential, all possibility.

There's a whole life here,
and it's just waiting.

It's waiting for water,
and it's waiting for sunlight.

It's waiting for time.

Let's give it
everything at once.

Turn it off!
Turn it off!

Now as I face the end,
alone,

with no legacy in sight,

the clearer I see
the beginning.

Blackleaf.

That's in Montana.

May 11, 1852.

The vagary of this
is maddening.

"The serpent eats its tail."

Ouroboros.
Even the word is a mouthful.

It's all I saw in my head.

Saw?

See.
See, saw.

Either way, it's a message.

"Dear Us.
Sincerely, the Primaries."

And then "Dear Us" again.

- 'Cause it's...
- To what end?

Loops? Cycles?
We're stuck in them.

We set out to solve a problem
and end up creating one.

Maybe the Seers have a plan
to get us out of all this.

Not with a legend
or with a fairy tale.

Where did you hear that again?

Something I heard as a kid.

I interned in pediatrics,

heard a lot of children's
stories, but...

never that one.

"There once was a serpent

"that only traveled
in one direction...

"always forward,
never backward...

until one day,
it encountered a demon."

It's a story about time.

The serpent is time.

The demon, Olivia.

Devouring its tail,
the endless loops.

It's insanity.

The Red Forest.

The Seers are Primaries.

So that means
if the story's true,

they have a weapon
to fix all this,

break the cycles.

We need to go back
to 1852 to get it.

Pioneer town?

Death by dysentery?

That's a wagon train of nopes.

This message, this clue...

so elaborately constructed,
so carefully delivered...

may represent hope,
Ms. Goines.

And your ability to see time
in ways we cannot

makes you our guide now.

This is our last chance.

It was a bedtime story
my dad used to tell me.

Written by my mother.

Cole...

I didn't know her.

Maybe she was just some woman
who came and went, but...

nothing is nothing
in all this; I know that.

She could be everything.

We have to tell the others.
If Jones...

No.

No, this can't be the mission.
I can't point another gun.

Some things, you wanna
hold on to, you know?

Even if it's just...

an image in your head
of someone you never knew.

You're afraid that
if we ask the question,

we'll have created
the answer.

Who knows
what we might find,

what it'll do
to all of us again?

If the Primaries meant for me
to finish this,

I will.

But I can't circle around,

watch everyone
turn on each other

while we chase the start
of this thing all over again.

I'm sending you all
to Montana 1852,

the period where pioneers
found hope

and expedient demise
in the New World.

Make no mistake,

this wilderness is as wild
as the animals within it...

ravenous and untamed.

Hold up!

Who's that there?

You four.

We...
we came in off the road.

About a half a day's walk
down that way.

You keep your hands
where I can see 'em, boy.

There ain't a damn thing
any which way for weeks.

What the hell
kind of rags are those?

We saw fires up that way.

We thought maybe there was
a town or something.

Me and my friend here
have been tasked

with security services
for that town.

"Against what?" we asked,

seein' as how there ain't
no railroad, no horse ranch,

not a thousand miles
from here,

but there you stand.

And I'll be damned if I ain't
feelin' a sight insecure.

Hey,
We're not looking for trouble.

I'm just trying to see
these little ladies

safely through the badlands.

Thanks, little ladies.

Here we go.

Yah!

Yah! Let's go!

Keep your heads down.

There aren't settlers.
They're scavs.

They know their own.

Yeah, you two blend in.

You...

Don't.
Hey, yes, I know.

Calamity Jane
and Mad Maxine here

took all the good wardrobe.

You guys,
I need a costume.

Well, howdy there, little lady.

You mind iffen I...

Jaw with you for a moment?

Well,
me and my posse,

we was down
by the waterin' hole.

By gum, we were
set upon by bandits.

And those bandits,
they robbed us up, down,

and in between
and sideways, and...

they sure
took their time doing it.

Yeah, they,
robbed us so bad,

we was fixin'
to call the law,

give 'em some six-gun justice.

Okay, good talk.
See you later.

Four whiskey sours.

My whiskey ain't sour.

Bottle and four glasses.
Pick your shelf.

Something is very off
about this place.

Yeah, you're right.

Hey.

Princess Primary,
you see anything yet?

What's taking so long?

Stop obsessing
about what I'm seeing

and start asking yourself
what you're not.

Whiskey, neat, from 1972.

Black hat over there
with the nine-millimeter Glock?

That's nine shots more
than a six-shooter.

And table two over there
with the military tac boots?

And that chucklehead's
got an iWatch.

And open your ears.

The piano player?
Oingo Boingo?

"Weird Science."

That tune's, like,
130 years too early.

Hannah, what is it?

That man is Elliot Jones.

My father.

He's playing "The Munsters."

What's your father doing
here in the past?

Mr. Jones.

Come on, man.

You know, there's your time,
there's our time,

and then there's my time.

This is supposed to be my time.

You can play your music later.

Your employer
would like to see you.

God damn it!

You are inhospitable.

All right, all right.

Let's not keep the man waiting.

Mr. Shaw.

Who is that?

Thought we had
that conversation...

The Tall Man.

I thought you said
Olivia killed him.

Well, clearly,
this is before that, isn't it?

"Sir" suits me just fine.

Additional requests
for modification.

Here.

It's from the home office.

Why the hell do you need
this much power?

Insurance.

What's in those wagons?

So this is the sort of thing

that we... we normally
insure against.

Yeah, your work...

your important work,
your legacy...

It's almost finished.

We need you to implement
these modifications,

lest it not be you
who completes it.

- I'm on it.
- Good.

In the morning.

Move it out.

Get 'em there by morning.

My father...

he's working with them.

Let's find out why.

All right, you varmints,

reach for the sky!

You!

Play something
you can dance to.

Next time a man asks for
a whiskey sour in this town,

you better have it ready!

What the...

Adios, amigos!

Raritan...

Elliot.

Kat?

Okay.

Okay, what the hell is this?

We've been tracking
these wagons for hours.

We're not stopping.

You're not supposed
to be here.

Christ, Kat,
when the hell is this?

You're so much...

"Wiser" is the word
I hope you're searching for.

- Yeah.
- There was a town.

He was with them.

The Army of the 12 Monkeys.

Elliot,
what are you doing in the past?

You don't understand.

I spent the last
ten years building.

Building something monumental.

A research vessel.

An ark that can
travel through time.

Elliot, dear God,

don't tell me you...

It's called Titan.

That's enough, Hannah.

We should lock him up now

and decide how best
to interrogate.

That won't be necessary.

He built Titan.

They didn't take his work.
He gave it to them.

How can you be so calm?

Why aren't you ready to kill him
right here and now?

There are few people

whose death
you consider more

than the one you marry,
I assure you.

But, Mother...

If you think
I'm being merciful,

there are worse weapons.

Knives that cut deeper, slower,

more painfully.

What is all this?

Welcome to the future,
Elliot.

It's history.

- Is this...
- Yup.

All right,
I want some goddamn answers,

and I want them now.

What the hell happened
to... everything?

The past, the future,
this place?

What have you done
with my machine?

- Don't you dare.
- What are you doing here?

And who the hell is she?

Hannah, if you wouldn't mind,

I'd appreciate a moment alone
with your father.

It's baby Titan.

Look what it's done
to the land,

- the trees.
- Makes sense.

Where else would you build
a time-traveling city

but in the past?

Why not in the future?

No labor.
Everyone's dead.

Here, workers can disappear
without question.

Let's get a closer look.

Hey, the wagons.

That's a Jonesy core.

Technology's brought in
from the future.

Framework's built here
in the past.

Why would the Primaries
bring us here?

Why now?

I don't know.

Iceberg Titan
before it goes all Titanic?

I mean, even I can see that.

What do you mean, even you?

Got three of our boys facedown

in the woods outside of town.

We got an outsider!
Lock it down!

Over there!

Bro,
she just really saved your ass.

Let's go.

I didn't know.

I couldn't possibly
know about this.

Or her.

Start with this.

They were funding
my research for years.

They... they said it was
insurance.

Saving the future.

They played to your ego,
Elliot.

It's a very simple instrument.

It was meant
to outsource discovery...

not change history,
just use it better.

I mean,
you want a cure for cancer?

Give me a hundred years.
I'll be back tomorrow.

You are no savior.

You're Oppenheimer
in a blindfold.

And you're a mother.

So I guess
we both became something

we never wanted to be.

I had a change of heart
after you left.

I didn't leave.

I didn't choose this over you.

You left me no choice
but you, only you.

You wanted a legacy.

I wanted a family, Kat,

something we could
make together and...

watch it grow and invent
itself or herself.

The shakes.
What's with the shakes?

Splinter radiation.

Lethal exposure
trying to escape

your masterpiece.

Four weeks.

Six at best.

Nobody knows.

Especially not her.

I didn't know
how to be a mother.

My mother never taught me.

My father loved me
through postcards

and birthday chocolates.

I wanted to be great
at something I was good at,

not afraid
of something I wasn't.

The day you told me
you were pregnant,

it felt like I won
the Nobel Prize,

that I'd invented the wheel.

And when you told me that the
next day, you wouldn't be, I...

You stole our work
and you left.

I thought it was
the only child I had left.

Man.

Took us two decades
to invent time travel

but just six days of marriage
to ruin each other.

Eff this!

What are you doing?
We gotta keep moving.

- I want out.
- There is no out.

We're here for a reason.
Come on.

You know,
we're not prepared for this.

Fine, then go.

James.

You wanna leave, leave.

I don't have a choice.

She stays. She's Primary.

Was Primary.

Not anymore.

What are you talking about?

I'm right, aren't I?

I don't know
what's happening to me.

Visions and the voices...
they're, like, gone.

What the hell
are we even doing here, then?

Why didn't you say something?

- Because she was afraid.
- Afraid of what?

Of everyone turning on her.

I...

I've been waiting for you...
Primary.

You've seen these things?

I have.

But I'm not like you.

Who are you?

I am Tihkoosue
of the Siksika.

You should really
do movie trailers.

You speak English.

When my family was killed,

I was raised by your kind.

Later, I returned
to this land.

Now...

it bleeds.

When I drink, I can see them.

Who?

The ones who sent you here
from long ago.

Primaries?

Where/when are they?

I need to talk to them.

I need to see what you see.

You must not.

Death is there.

A watcher.

Looking for you.

Olivia.

The Witness must never
know of the weapon

that the Seers
have made for you.

A weapon
to destroy the demon.

How do we find it?

Climb the steps.

Ring the bell.

Climb the steps.
Ring the bell.

I-I used to hear that
all the time

in my head.

What does it mean?

I don't know.

16 people died
in this machine

until one didn't.

It wasn't I who made it work.

It was James Cole.

Well, it's a far cry
from day one here.

Remember that?

You were quite the performer.

Seeking my attention,
receiving hers.

What was her name?

Your assistant?

Emma?

She's just a kid.

Yeah, but you always
had eyes for her.

She was brilliant.

And beautiful.

I already had one of those.

I admit,
it was not my finest hour.

Eventually,
everything caught fire.

In the end, we scrapped
the program for Splinter

'cause there was never
enough power to make it...

make it run properly.

There was never enough power.

What is it?

Space without time,

it's a where without a when.

It's the Hartle-Hawking state.

Kat, they're not building Titan

so that they can
travel across time.

They wanna punch a hole
right through the middle of it.

Titan can create a paradox
that is big enough to...

To melt away the structure
of time and space.

Yeah.

The Red Forest.

We're dead in the water.

If Jennifer can't see anything,
we got nowhere to go.

Hey!
What are you doing?

I have to see.
I have to see!

It's too dangerous.

Jennifer?

Jennifer!

"Always forward,
never backward."

"They created a weapon."

"The serpent was doomed."

Primaries.

You fool.

She will hear.

She will see.

You will lead her
straight to us.

Tell me how to find
the weapon.

Climb the steps.

Ring the bell.

Weapon?

What weapon?

When is this moment?

Where?

Ring the bell!

James.

Dr. Railly.

1852.

She knows now.

About the weapon.

About everything.

I hate needles.

What are you doing?

Elliot's going back.

I've got a lock
on Mr. Cole's tether.

It's faint, but I can
get you to their position.

I'm going with him.

And don't even for a moment
suggest that I don't.

Definitely yours.

Ours.

Kat?

I loved you, you know.

I did.

In my way.

I suppose

I in mine.

All right.

What did we used to say?

Initiate...

Splinter sequence.

The 12 Monkeys
want to use Titan

to create the Red Forest.

Whatever happened
to paradoxing Primaries?

If you wanna destroy time,
you need to create

a paradox so big that
it can't be undone, right?

You need a-a nuclear option.

- So what do we do?
- Okay, well, Titan was built

in pieces and places
all across time.

It was meant to be assembled
all at once in a single moment.

- Rome in a day.
- Exactly.

And that out there
is the main tower.

That's the control center.

That's where they wanna focus

all these power upgrades.

Now, there should be a bunch
of wagons full of power cores.

Six of them. Maybe more.

- Okay.
- What do you wanna do?

Blow them the hell up,
man.

We can't stop Titan, but...

maybe we can keep them
from weaponizing it.

We're a hundred years away
from grenades or C4.

- Where are we gonna...
- No, dynamite, man.

We got crates of the shit.

They keep it at the far end
of the site for mining.

Now, they're gonna
be looking for me.

So I will go pay my respects
to the Tall Man

and keep him distracted,
you know, and...

Howdy!

You guys do your
Team Splinter thing.

You know, you look
just like my sister.

You got my mother's nose
and my father's eyes.

Can only imagine
what you think of me.

I don't.

I never thought of my father.

I never had a reason to.

Let's see if I can make
a lasting impression.

Okay, this is me.

When everything goes wrong

and the whole world
goes to shit,

don't be here for that, okay?
Please?

This is nothing if not for you.

It's a hot one
out there today.

Where have you been?

Hell of a night, man.

Hell of a night,
I tell you what.

You got family, Shaw?

I lost both my parents
as a young child.

Tragically for them,
at least.

Formatively for me.

- Kids?
- No.

Well, turns out,
my pallid friend,

that I, much to my utter
and "holy shit" surprise,

am a father.

And although I'm still
what you might call

processing it... you know,
denial, acceptance,

picking out colors for a room
I never got to paint...

I have learned something.

There's this thing
every father...

every good father...

would do for their kid.

Wanna know what it is?

Tell me, Elliot.

What would a father
do for their children?

Fight.

I don't understand.
Why would he go after us?

Best guess,
we left him to die.

But you're welcome to ask.

I come with word
from the home office.

You're done here. Compromised.

Get Titan to another time.

The Witness has spoken.

We need the architect.

Titan cannot
be completed without him.

Clear the perimeter.

Initiate splinter sequence.

Where do you think
you're going?

You're really good at that.

We have to go.

Titan's leaving.

So should we.

We can make it back.

We can still make it.

Deacon?

Father.

At least I got to see...

The best thing I ever made.

Mother, I know you're ill.

I see the way your hand shakes.

It is the privilege of a child

to walk their parents
the rest of the way...

together.

What did he give us?

Everything Elliot knew
about Titan.

They're searching
for something.

A weapon.

Something built
by Primaries in the past.

Crafted for them.

To use against you?

We'll find it.

We will.

In the meantime,
Titan must be completed

so it can fulfill its purpose.

You got a plan for that?

Already in motion.

Has been for some time.

Whatever Titan
may have been built for,

whatever it might do,

certainly,
Olivia has her weapon,

and we, too, must find ours.

Ms. Goines,
how do I find it?

Climb the steps.
Ring the bell.

It's another clue.

Olivia has it too now.
And she's not alone.

Mr. Deacon.

- I refuse to believe...
- You better start.

Deacon we saw today
is the one I've always known.

He turns on a dime.

But he must have a reason.

Unless you can see something,
which we now know you can't,

I'd step back from this one.

How'd you know
the magic story, Cole?

Seriously? How?

- I told you.
- No, you didn't.

You're holding something back,
just like I was.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are.
I know you.

What is this?

Cole, you should tell them.

Tell them what?

What is she talking about?

I am dying.

Splinter radiation.

Project Charon.

We've all been here
on borrowed time.

And we must return it.

I before you.

But it's as it's meant to be.

Mothers before their children.

All of us here
have been something that...

that I once shunned,

something that I can
no longer live without.

Family.

I've only one dying wish.

Let's act as one.

The story came
from a woman named Marion.

She was my mother.

This should work,

get us back up and running.

What have I always told you

is at the core of every
great achievement?

Failure.

Are you here to help
or just to taunt me with coffee?

I'm simply here
to remind you

that when the day is done
and the sun has set,

come home.

The readings are stable.

Well done.

Okay.

So objects either
go forwards or backwards

but never the duplication
of the one.

Never bypass that safeguard.

Basically, given enough power,
it'd be about the fastest way

to rip open a hole
in the universe.

In theory.

Let's not test that theory.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You know, Emma, this research,

it's ours to start.

It's gonna be yours to finish.

I know
how to complete Titan,

how to fulfill its purpose.

And yours.

Yes.

Then begin...

so together,
you and I shall have forever

in the forest of red.

I want nothing more...

Mother.