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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.

- Oh, 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.

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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.

Uh, 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.

Uh, we, uh... 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, whoa, whoa. 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, uh, 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.

Aw, 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.

Ah.

Why the hell do you
need this much power?

Insurance.

What's in those wagons?

Whoa, uh, so this is the sort of thing

that we... we normally insure against.

Yeah, your work...

Your important work, your legacy...

- Uh-huh.
- 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!

Ow!

What the...

Whoo!

Adios, amigos!

Raritan...

Elliot.

Kat?

Whoa.

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.

Uh...

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?

Whoa!

Got three of our boys facedown

in the woods outside of town.

We got an outsider! Lock it down!

Over there!

Whoa, 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?

Uh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Ow!

She knows now.

About the weapon.

About everything.

Oh, 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? Uh...

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?

Oh, 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.

Uh...

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.

Whoo, 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?

Oh, 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.

Mm-hmm.

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.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Okay.
- Oh.

Uh...

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.

Ah, 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.

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