All language subtitles for 12.Monkeys.S03E06_eng

- Previously on "12 Monkeys"...

- I'm having nightmares!

Someone is gonna die!

- If I hadn't remembered
on my own,

would you have told me
what we lost?

- You didn't need to know.

- The Witness is your son.

- It's not your fault.

- If there's something wrong
with him, he got it from me.

- We can change things.
- You mean him?

Do you think you can save him?

- Is my brother troubling you?

- I want to help.

- Stop time's cruel destruction.

Agh!

- Gale!

- Your time has come!
- No, no!

Stop!

- What the hell kind of tip
is this, Gale?

- Came down the wire
20 minutes ago.

- Just move your ass.

I haven't got time
to walk you through it.

- Suite with the light.
- I'm going in.

Cover my rear.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Wait a minute, Gale.

This is that monkey bullshit
again, isn't it?

- No bullshit.
- Trust me.

FBI!
Nobody move!

- Aw, hell.
- He said he paid for the room.

Oh, shit.

Shit.
Shit!

- Oh.

You know,
not every nefarious character

that comes in and out
of this hotel

is in your secret society
of monkeys.

- Room 608.

It was close enough.

Christ.

What are my odds
you're not gonna tell anybody

down at the Bureau about this?

- Oh, it is my duty as
a special agent of the FBI...

to report the heroics
of my partner

as accurately as possible.

Oh, brighten up, sunshine.

Any day you bust through a door

and find a guy
getting his jollies off

instead of catching
some commie's bullet...

it's a good day.

- It happens.

The IRT is switching out
the wiring on 3rd Avenue.

Holy shit.

I guess Santa brought me
coal for Christmas after all.

- We need your help.

- Okay.

- Hey?

- No, I was just saying

it's nice to see you're still
keeping your brother

out of trouble.

What would I do without her?

- Still working on
that clean shave, too, I see.

- I tried.

- Wish I could say
it was good to see you two,

but I'm not so sure.

I almost got shit-canned
from the Bureau

after what happened in '44.

They passed my report
about time travelers

around like it was
the funny papers.

- This, um...

This Army of the 12 Monkeys.

I've looked for it every day,

and I can't find it.

- Look at this.

- What's this?

- A document from the future.

It details their origin.

It's written by their prophet.

A man who calls himself
the Witness.

- "The First Gathering
of the Faithful."

- Every religion needs
a congregation.

We think theirs starts now in...

- "Hope Valley."
- 1953.

Winter of Ash and Blood."

Ash and blood?

- Help us track him down.

Before he even gets off
the ground, before the plague,

before the messengers, before...

All of it.

- Attorney General keeps a list
of Subversive Organizations.

It gets longer every day.

Not just political.

Religious. Cults.
That sort of thing.

People who join
these organizations, they, uh,

tend to be lost souls.

People who need
a place to belong.

- So what are we looking for?

- Not what.
- Who.

So everybody wants
to believe in an idea,

but somebody's gotta
sell them the idea first.

I think we need to go
to Hope Valley,

and find their salesman.

- Listen, we appreciate
you wanting to come,

but after last time...

Maybe we've asked enough of you.

Not a chance, sister.

- Here.

- Finally putting in that pool?

- Do we need this wall?

- It's load bearing, so yes.

- That's unfortunate.

Make a hole.

- What the hell is this?

- Project Charon...

- Need to know only, Dr. Adler.

- Project Charon.
- That sounds juicy.

Charon, like, the ferryman
who carried the damned

across the river Styx?

That Charon?

- And here I thought
gym was the only class

you paid attention to.

- Come on, Jonesy,
give me a hint.

- Shh.
- Insurance.

- Insurance?

Make a hole...

- Ahh! Oh! Shit! Sorry!

Sorry, sorry. Okay.

Oh, thank you, Lasky.
You are my hero.

- Don't ask me to do that again.

Did you get what you needed?
Your family heirlooms?

- Hm?

Oh!

Yeah.

Uncle Cali's ashes.

Always wanted to be
on the mantle.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Hey.

- Look, Terry.
- See?

You grow up nice and big.

That's old you.

Look.

Yeah, no.
You can't get too close,

or you'll go boom.

Don't be scared.

You're home.
See?

There.

Look.

You know what I have?

Snacks!

Oh, God...

- Hey!

- I'm going to pay my respects
to the local sheriff.

See if
he's seen anything strange.

- Anybody who doesn't belong.
- Like us?

- Oh, no, you're fine.
- This is a mining town.

Just need to tell people
I pulled you out of a dark hole.

I'll be back.

- This doesn't feel
shitty to you?

Using Gale when we know
what happens to him in 1961.

- We can't change that.

Right now,
he's alive and he can help us.

- Easy for you to say.

I'm the reason he dies.

We could warn him.
Tell him how he dies.

- Give him a chance to...
- To what?

Screw everything up?

We don't know what would happen
if we told him the truth.

Maybe we never stop the storms.
The Witness gets his red forest.

- You're the one who's afraid
we're stuck in a loop.

So let's break out of it.
Let's change something.

Let's save someone.

- We can't save him.

- I was talking about Gale.

- No, you weren't.

Look, we've both seen
"The Word of the Witness."

Maybe it's chaos,
maybe it's crazy.

It's also a plan.
His plan.

And everyone dies because of it.

Everyone.

- Help them!

- Please!
- Please!

- Ash and blood...

I see dead people.

- How many dead people?
- Anyone we know?

And more to the point...

any that look like me?

- That the problem
with being Primary.

You're connected to time,

but it won't let you see
the whole puzzle.

It just keeps
moving and changing.

Loops looping.

No... no straight lines.

- Seriously.
- How...

- What?

- Am I not on this?

Everybody but me.

Uh, what did your ghosty want?

- Told you.
- Not a ghost.

- Vision.
- Whatever.

- I don't know!

She just keeps
staring at me and pointing!

- It's really got you rattled.

- 'Cause this is how it starts!

Visions.
People, places, things.

And it always ends in a lock
and a tiny, padded room.

- Hey.
- Look.

No one...

No one is gonna lock you up.

Okay?

Your name is on there.

Mine's not.

You have a purpose.

You are part of all of this.

So, the next time you see
one of your free-floating,

full torso,
vaporous aberrations...

talk to it.

- Local authorities confirm
it was a natural gas leak.

This wasn't something
your 12 Monkeys did,

but my bet is,
they knew it was gonna happen.

- The Witness?

- Whatever they're cooking up,
it's bigger than Hope Valley.

Flood in St. Louis.
20 dead.

Tornado in Abilene.
50 dead.

Earthquake in Sacramento.
76 dead.

And then the mining disaster
in Hope Valley.

Now, the 12 Monkeys
could've known about

each one of these events
before they happened.

Right?

- How does that
build them an army?

I'm not sure,

but I put in calls
to some of the local offices.

They said there's a spike
in disappearances

after each one of these events.

- Well, that's no surprise,
look at the death tolls.

- I'm not talking about
the victims.

- He's talking about
their families.

They're not causing
the tragedies,

they're taking
advantage of them.

Preying on the ones left behind.

That's how they're finding
their Faithful.

- Funerals.

You want to find people
at their loneliest

and most vulnerable?

- Problem is,
we can't just stake out

every funeral in town.

We still don't know
who to look for.

- Wait a minute.

Hang on.

He was there on the street
after the explosion.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, positive.

- Texas.
- That's 1,600 miles away.

- And now he's here?
- That's no coincidence.

- This could be him.

Their recruiter.
Their salesman.

- Okay, so we just need
to wait for the Grim Reaper,

and follow him back
to base camp.

- No, not good enough.

To take them down from
the inside,

we need to be on the inside.

If we want to get into this

"First Gathering of
the Faithful,"

we need to be recruited.

Just like everyone else.

- Sister.

You must really have taken me
for a dim-witted schmoe.

- Huh?

Oh.
Yeah.

- Had me fooled back in '44.

Different this time, though.

The way she looks at you.

The way you look at her.

That story she told
about you having

your giggle-stick shot off.
You copping to that, too?

- Trust me.

If that had happened,

we wouldn't be
in this situation.

Okay, I see him.

He's coming.

- Finally.

- They tell us
time heals all wounds.

And I believe it creates them.

Tell me.

For whom do you grieve?

- My husband.

He was killed inside the mine.

- We were married for 15 years.

He slaved away in that mine
day in and day out.

We didn't have much...

But we had each other.

A perfect life.

Or as perfect as it could be.

- I've been to many services.

Encountered grief in many forms.

Tears.
Laughter.

And stony faces.

But yours...

confounds me.

- I don't understand.

- You wear the mask of loss,
but you do not feel it.

At least not for your husband.

I'm afraid
what I have to offer...

Isn't for you.

- We're gonna lose him.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- You're right.

I don't feel it.

My husband died in the mine,
but...

I lost him long before.

Time was our enemy.

We spent so much of it apart...

But there was a moment...

When it was just the two of us.

About to be the three of us.

And it felt like we were exactly
where we were supposed to be.

I've never been so happy.

But it had to end.

And we ended up apart.

And we lost our child.

I guess I thought we would find
our way back to each other...

But I'm still stuck...

In that moment.

Every day,
I wake up wondering...

What our family
would have been like...

if we had the chance
to actually be one.

- Join us at the Wake.

We offer you a chance...

to live in
that perfect moment...

- Looks like I'm joining
the Army of the 12 Monkeys.

"Eternal. Forever."

Every faith, religion,

cult, the 12 Monkeys...

They all promise the same thing.

Something beyond this.

Either an end to your pain,
or a reason for it.

- People just want to believe

they have control over
their own fate.

- Good luck with that.

- What do you think, Gale?

About fate?

- In my experience, Cassie,

you can bust down a door
on a routine raid,

and before you know it,

some numbskull with a $30 popgun
from Sears Roebuck

is either giving you a haircut,

or putting your lights out.

That's not fate.
That's dumb luck.

But either way,
when it's time for my dirt nap?

Yeah, I'd hope I'd have
something to say about it all.

- Maybe you can.

- You trying to tell me
something, Cassie?

- No.

- Well, this looks inviting.

- Good luck, Cassie.
- We'll be watching.

- 1961.
- Cassie.

- That's when you die.

You get shot in East Berlin
trying to cross the wall.

- I die?

Am I allowed to ask how?

- You die because of...
- Us.

You help us.

We escape.

You get gunned down.

- You deserve to know.

- Does it make a difference?

My dying, I mean.

- I don't know.

You're not
the first friend we've lost.

Probably won't be the last.

Ugh!

- What are you doing?

- Oh, my God.
- I am so sorry.

Are you okay?

- What the hell are you doing?

- Go with her.

I'll stay here.

- Go home to your family.

In fact, when I call you in '61.
Just call me a douchebag,

and hang up.

- Well, I don't know
what a douchebag is,

but I'll definitely
call you something.

- You're gonna help me anyway,
aren't you?

- Another goddamn loop.
- I don't know.

We'll find out in '61.

Good luck.

- Good luck.

- What are you doing here?

- What you said back there.

- At the cemetery.
- I said what he needed to hear.

- The happiest moment
of my life...

is the day I found out
I was gonna be a father...

being with you there,
in that house.

- I still see it.
- The house.

But not just memories of us.

I see him there.

Waiting for something.

- The Witness exists because of
a past that shouldn't...

- Athan.

I wanted to name him Athan.

- You want to mourn him.

That's fine.

I can't.

- Because to you,
he's just an idea.

But I carried him.

I saw him.

For me, he's real.

- My wife and I
wish to thank you all

for accepting our invitation.

I am merely the missionary.

- But I am the messenger.

- Okeydoke.
- Here goes nothing.

Hey, old girl.

So, uh...

It's time
I had a chat with time.

So could you put me through
or whatever?

Hi, Time.

A long-time listener,
first-time caller.

I just wanted
to let you know that...

I'm ready...

for whatever it is
you want to show me.

Ready, Freddie.

Okay.

Aw, shit.

And cue dead lady.

He's watching me.

- I would like to help you.

You want me to go that way?

The forest is red...

You have a purpose, Jennifer.
You are Primary.

I see everything.
The forest is red.

- You're Jennifer.
- I don't want her to see me.

- There something about
its eyes.

The forest is red.

- I am Time.

- The forest is red.

You.

- Do you know why you're here?

Because you exist in a place
between the beginning...

And the end.

You've been taught that time
is a series of steps.

Always forward.

Greedy.
Hungry.

Devouring.
An uncatchable thief.

- My friends,
it is only the passage of time

that fools us into believing
we are not forever.

There is a reason

clocks are round.

Every measure visible at once...

Every moment...
Past, present, and future...

With you in the center.

- But what if
you could ascend...

from the center clock?

- Imagine an eternity

where the ancient past,

your present,

and the distant future
all exist at once.

Infinite.

- Eternal.
- No death.

No life.

A forever.
Now.

- This isn't a wake.
- It's a sermon.

- And it's working.

- There is a place.

A place more beautiful...

Than any garden
Adam and Eve could offer.

- In a forest.
- A red forest.

- We take out these two,
the whole thing dies right here.

No Army of the 12 Monkeys.
Ever.

I'll take the reaper.

What about the kid?
We know what he becomes.

- If we kill them,

maybe he changes.

Becomes something else.
Something better.

- We only got one shot at this.

- Tonight,
one of you will be chosen.

- One of you...

Will see your loved ones again.

What's happening?

- But this Wake
is not for the departed.

It is for you.

- Allow us
to introduce you to...

The Witness.

- Tonight, we offer you
a way to mourn.

A way to purge
the grief of those

stolen from or poisoned by time.

But only one of you here
shall be chosen

One innocent
of those feelings of pain,

of doubt.

One chosen by our prophet.

He who has known the very length
and breadth of time.

Jennifer.

Jennifer.
Jennifer.

607, 607, 607, 607.

- 607.

- Return to Titan.

- Return to Titan.

- The serpent eats its tail.

- Serpent eating its tail.

Tail!

- Break the cycle.
- Cycle.

- Break the cycle.

Jennifer. Jennifer.
Return to Titan.

- Climb the steps.
- Ring the bell.

- Cole.

- He's Primary.

- Which of these Faithful
shall be our 12th?

- Number 12, number 12...

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

- Tick, tock, tick, tock.

- 12 numbers 'round the clock.

- 12 monkeys,
12 monkeys marching.

- 12 monkeys marching.

- 12 monkeys marching!

Always marching
around the clock.

- 12 monkey marching...

- We have to do something.

- We can't.

- If the guardians see us...
- We can't just leave him.

Not with them.
Not with her.

- If they undo this, we'll never
get a shot at this again.

We won't get a chance
to save him.

- Find her.

- She is meant for us.

She is 12.

- Cry no more.

You will find peace
in the red forest.

Almost all the species
that have ever existed

are now extinct...

Because of time,

everything dies.

The Faithful have been chosen.

- Son of a bitch!

- Why can't I stay and watch?

- No, no, no, no.
- It's not for your eyes, son.

Not yet.

- Hold it.

- I remember you.

- This is for you.

- What is this?

- Fate.

- Thank you all
for your sacrifice.

- Cole?
- Cole!

- Cole?
- Cassie!

Cassie!

- Cover your face!
- Get down low!

We're trapped.

- Hang on!

- I see you took my advice.

- Ooh.
- Ooh.

- Is that the same tortoise?

Does Jones know
that you brought back

- a paradox in a half-shell?
- No.

Got an ID on
our mystery man yet?

- No.

I think
I'm supposed to save him.

- Uh-huh.

What's that?

- Mausoleum.

I see you got
the whole family here.

I see Cole, Railly, and Jones.

Hannah.
Don't see the Ramse.

- Something's gonna happen.
- Uh-huh.

- Something bad.
- Yeah.

- But I can't see it.

It's pieces of a puzzle
and I don't know how they fit.

- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- Deacon?

- Yeah.
- You're missing a piece.

I got a look at
your boss's memoir.

And I couldn't help but notice
that I wasn't in it.

How do I fit into all this?

- Maybe you don't.

- If it wasn't for me,

your freaks in the ropes
and the face paint

never would've
gotten into this place

and get to use Jones' machine,
so...

- The Messengers' cycle
had many moving parts.

Some were interchangeable.

Perhaps you were
the path of least resistance.

- I am not a goddamn red shirt!

I have a purpose!

- Are you certain?

If there's one thing
I've learned to recognize,

it's a fellow lost soul.

- Bullshit.

- There was a time when
my purpose was everything.

Made me feel important

even though I was being used.

- Well, you got played.

That's not my DNA.

- Mine either.

We are what we were made to be.

You want to know your purpose?

Ask yourself.

What were you made to be?

- Where are we?

When are we?

- The same night.

- He's right there.

- We got him.

Right here.
Right now.

We finally know
where they're all gonna be.

- We're being pulled back.

- We gotta go after them.
- We will.

We'll come back to this moment.

Armed and ready.

Stop him once and for all.

- Mr. Cole,
your temporal signatures

jumped locations.

What the hell happened
back there?

- Merry Christmas.

- James.

- There's nothing to say.

- They made him.

That's nurture, not nature.

- That's not what I saw.

Neither did you.

- I know what
we're supposed to do.

But I can't.

- I can.