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There's no sign
of Cole's tracer.

We had it in 2015 for a moment,
but there's been nothing

in more than 24 hours.

Stop looking.

But if Mr. Cole did splinter
successfully...

He did.

Mr. Cole barely made it alive
to 1987.

You saw what condition
he was in,

and that was
before the splinter to 2015.

God knows what further damage
that did.

He survived,
but he won't come back.

So that's all?
We just abandon him, then?

I'm afraid it is we
who are abandoned, Dr. Adler.

Mr. Cole is just
a memory now,

as the past
was intended to be.

This morning, yesterday,
or 30 years,

it's all just
a million firing neurons.

Given meaning
by the human mind.

We'll all be there
eventually.

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When we are in New York,
we speak English.

I need the practice.

Your English is fine.

I don't understand
why you want to work

in an American laboratory
anyway,

just because
your husband...

It has nothing to do
with my husband.

Raritan Valley is
the only facility in the world

focused on
quantum splintering.

I thought
you'd be proud of me.

I am, Kat, I just wish
it weren't so far away.

Your mother and I
miss having you in Berlin,

and with your medical training,
you might...

I'm not interested
in medicine.

I'm not good with people.

If you'd only try.

Our bodies were built to die.

Why should I waste my research
trying to heal them

when I can put it
to such better use?

Better use than prolonging
human life?

If your prototypes,
though I barely understand them,

can prevent the effects of time
on human cells

at a molecular level,
think of the possibilities.

What aren't you telling me?
Did Elliot...

Please, let's not discuss
my ex-husband.

Past is past.
It was a mistake.

Falling in love
is never a mistake.

Love can't be calculated
or predicted.

Which is why I don't have
any use for it.

You... you can't live
by science alone.

It's the heart, not the mind
that sustains us.

Good night, Papa.

I love you.

Good night.

- 35 and 36, please, in Astoria.
- Bye.

Katarina Jones?

Do I know you?

My name is Dr. Cassandra Railly.
I need your help.

We have a mutual friend
who is very sick, maybe dying.

- Who?
- Cole, James Cole.

You're probably looking
for my mother.

I'm not that kind of a doctor.
I'm a physicist.

Please listen to me.
We need to talk.

Well, maybe you'll call
my office in the morning.

There is no time.

If you don't help me,
Cole will die.

And I won't let that happen.

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Time... it's going to take
what it's owed.

Cole? Cole?

What the hell are you doing?

Aaron.

Christ.

Aaron.
I thought you were a scav.

- What's that?
- A scavenger.

From my time.

- Is anyone else here?
- No.

- Not anymore.
- Okay.

Get in here.

You're the only one
who can help us.

I can't.
I don't know what you...

Stop.

Just look at these.

Look.

Where'd you get these?

This can't be real.
This is my work.

In the future, this will all be
very, very real.

- Where's Cassie?
- I don't know.

She sewed up your wound,
and she left.

Said she had to get help.

- What kind of help?
- She wouldn't tell me.

She doesn't tell me much
anymore,

just that all this splintering
is killing you.

But she knows someone
who can help.

Shit.
Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, Cole, Cole.
Cole?

Cole!

Damn it.

- Aaron.
- Cassie, he's not breathing.

Does he have a pulse?

Uh...

no, no... there's nothing.

Okay, he's in cardiac arrest.
He needs epinephrine.

Go into the kitchen
and get my medical bag.

There's a hypodermic needle
in there in a gray box.

Hey, hey!

Okay.
Okay, I got it.

I got it.
Now what?

Cassie, how do I do this?

Shit!
Um...

Okay, it goes in his thigh.

What's happening?
What's happening?!

It's not working.

Cassie?

Wait.

He's breathing.
He's breathing.

It's time for you to go.

I have a gun.

Yes, but I have a knife,
and unlike your gun,

my knife is real.

I'm sorry.
I just thought...

This technology...
it's not published.

It's just a theory.

It's a prototype serum
that I designed

for Project Splinter...
just the one.

It's not possible.

But my friend... and one day,
your... your friend...

is from the future
where it is possible.

You... you, the future you...
sent him here.

And now he's dying.

Please help me save him.

How long was I asleep?

You've been in and out of it
for the last few days.

I wouldn't exactly call
what you were doing sleeping.

I've seen boxing matches
that look more restful.

Yeah, well, where I come from,
sleep's dangerous.

It's when you're
at your most vulnerable.

But you survived.
That's something.

Maybe now that we know
that the plague is coming,

how it happens, where,
we can prepare,

work to survive it.

Maybe... for a year or two.

In a bunker somewhere, cut off
from everyone, everything.

Not everyone.

You save the people
that you love.

And that's what matters.
Right?

- Where have you been?
- Cole.

Uh, that address
in your pocket,

the one the other me
gave you in 2017.

I went there.

What'd you find?

You must be Mr. Cole.

Jones.

But how...

You knew.

You've always known me.

It appears so.

But maybe your "always" and
my "always" are not the same.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sure I had my reasons.

I need blood samples.

You don't change, do you?

I'll need a microscope.

Uh, there's one upstairs
in the office.

I'll draw a fresh blood sample.

Come on.
You need to lie down.

Come here.

- How'd you convince her?
- The way you taught me.

With a gun and the truth.

Gun?
I thought you flew to New York.

I did.
The gun was a toy.

You shouldn't have
brought her here.

The risk to the timeline,
it's too...

I didn't tell her much.
Besides, you're dying.

- She can help.
- I die, you die.

Nothing anyone can do
will change that.

I got Jones here,
didn't I?

Jones is here
because she's always come here.

It's fate.

There's no such thing
as fate.

Cassie, it's over.

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There's a long list
of what we don't have.

But that has never
stopped us before,

and it will not stop us now.

We need new leads.

We need
to rebuild our investigation.

We can't... we lost practically
everything in the fire.

We can, and we will.

We're not giving up.
Start with our own archives.

Here.
Remount the storage drives.

This is madness.
Just blindly forward?

Well, forward is
the only direction available

at the moment.

I want everything you can find
on the 12 Monkeys, Markridge,

Goines, Oliver Peters,
Dr. Railly.

Dig deep.
No detail is too small.

Markridge was making significant
political contributions.

This is from Washington Dulles.

Judging by the pattern
of viral dissemination,

it would suggest air travel.

The CDC's original report
was signed by Dr. Railly.

There was a break-in at
this laboratory, late November.

And these murders at Markridge
were never solved.

Markridge got a new CEO
in late 2015.

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Facing facts, coming to terms...
we don't need graphs

and pie charts to illustrate
what a shit show

this year has been.

The death of Leland Goines,
the Operation Troy debacle,

the vanishing of Dr. Peters...
these things subjected us

to substantial economic gravity.

And we are, quite frankly,
hemorrhaging trust.

What the hell is this?

A takeover.
Hostile.

An embarrassing takeover.
Move.

Jennifer,
what are you doing?

He's right about trust.

If I can be frank for a moment:

never trust a man
with an offshore account

and a mid-sized chubby
for redheads.

This is ridiculous.

Embezzlement, infidelity?

Friendo, you're first mate
on the Titanic,

and you're filling up lifeboats
with caviar.

Here.
It's your resignation.

As majority shareholder pursuant
to dear Daddy,

I am exercising my right,
as outlined in article blah,

sub-section yada, to hostile-y
take you bitches over!

- Security.
- Hmm, security.

- Security.
- Security!

Works for me now.

Crazy ironic.
Ahh!

Raise your hand if you would
like to be the new him.

Done.
Meet the new boss.

Same as...

absolutely nothing at all.

You're insane.
You should be locked up.

Uh, charges were dropped.
New evidence.

I've been set free.
I've been...

- Released.
- No.

- Let loose.
- No.

- Un-caged.
- Yes, that!

Un-caged.

And I'm never, ever going back.

Okay, Markridge,
listen up.

I've got some ideas.

Did you find anything?

Comparing this sample to
what you showed me in New York,

it's as you feared,
he's getting worse.

Mr. Cole is going to die.

He's not just a friend.
He's more to you.

Much more.

How did you meet him?

I told you.

They found a recording
that I make and...

the future you sent him here
to find me.

And you believed his story?

No, but he brought my watch
with him from the future,

and he broke time.

- The same watch from his time?
- Yes.

- That's profoundly risky.
- I know.

It caused a paradox.
It almost killed us.

Yeah.

Mother Nature doesn't like it
if you rearrange her furniture.

Right.

That must have been
extraordinary to see...

matter coming in contact
with itself.

Wait, just a moment.

Um, when was Mr. Cole born?

Uh, 2009, I think.
Why?

Splintering has corrupted
his genetic composition

at a molecular level, but if
his current DNA were introduced

to his original
molecular structure,

it might undo
the quantum shifting.

A paradox.
To save his life?

Possible.

We could get a blood sample
from the original Cole.

It might work.

Your friend just left.

Aaron?
You're leaving?

- This isn't my fight.
- Of course it is.

No.

No, see, while you're busy

saving Cole
and the rest of mankind,

someone has to figure out
how to save you.

It's Aaron Marker.

I want to make a deal.

I don't pretend to understand
what you're doing or why,

but I am a pragmatist.

Right, a realist.

You have to be to survive
in Washington.

Survival is everything.

This isn't just about me.
It's Cassie.

- Dr. Railly.
- Of course.

How's it gonna work?

Where are we gonna go?
I need to know the details.

I'm not just gonna take
your word for it.

In time.

Mr. Marker, you're a lion
protecting your pride.

A Roman centurion keeping
the savage horde at bay,

ensuring your seed continues.

Why would you feel shame
over what you were built to do?

To endure.

To thrive.

Because it's wrong.

No, this is not
a moral compromise.

It's primal.
Elemental.

Magnificent.
Darwin himself would be proud.

Darwin.

I missed his treatise
on genocide.

Evolution, Mr. Marker,
takes many forms.

Promise me

Cassie and I
will be safe.

That all depends.

On what?

You.

I found the name
James William Cole

in the social security database.

The birth dates match.

Father's Matthew.

There's a Matthew Cole

who owns a garage
about an hour away.

Might be his dad.

It's a lot to take in,
I know.

I'm more worried
about prison.

We're going to ask a stranger
for a sample of his son's blood?

It'll be fine.

Says the woman
who threatened me with a gun.

We won't need a gun.

Did you bring a real one
this time?

You're going to kidnap
this boy?

If that's what it takes.

Oh, can you...
can you please stop the car?

You all right?

Soon going to be over.
I have an appointment.

- You're pregnant?
- For now.

Recently, I was a married woman.
For six days.

Six.
Then he left me.

Now I want every part
of him gone.

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Excuse me?

Yep?

I'm looking for Matthew Cole.
Is this his garage?

I'm with the CDC.

I don't know if you're aware,
but there have been

several cases of E. coli
in the area recently,

likely from that supermarket.

We have reason to believe
Mr. Cole or his family

might have been exposed.

Sorry, miss, wrong guy.

- You're not Matthew Cole?
- No.

Bill.
Bill Anderson.

Mr. Cole owned this place
before me.

Do you know where
I might find him?

Is there
a forwarding address?

Disappeared.
I haven't seen him for months.

Good luck, though.

Come on.

Listen.

James?

Hello.

All right, you got two minutes.
I gotta get back.

Okay, so you are
Matthew Cole?

I'm not usually
the paranoid type,

but the boy's mother
was always...

well, let's just say
that she gave me a reason

to worry about James.

Of course.

Protective parents
are perfectly natural.

Dad,
I can't get this to work.

- Can you...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What word was that?
I don't think I heard you right.

I can't.

We don't use that word
around here.

- The only failure...
- Is giving up.

Exactly, now why don't you work
on that a little by yourself

and I'll come help, okay?

Good boy.

- We're not here about E. coli.
- Well, let's have it then.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

Oh, God help us.

You're gonna find this
hard to believe,

but it's just...

Nearly impossible,
I'd say.

- You need to leave.
- Please, I'm telling the truth.

Lady, that boy
is the only thing

in this world matters to me.

I don't know what kind of game
you're playing here, but I...

No, no, no, it's not a game.
It's not a game.

I think we should go.
Let's go.

Mm-hmm.

It's real, all of it...
the virus, time travel.

There's something called
the Army of the 12 Monkeys and...

What did you say?

The Army of the 12 Monkeys.

They're the ones
behind the plague.

- Did Marion send you?
- Who?

Marion, the boy's mother.

Last time I saw her, she was
on about some monkey army.

Told me I had
to protect him.

Your son, the grown-up
James Cole, he needs you.

Right, and who are you
to him exactly?

Look.
Come with us.

Look into his eyes.

If you don't see your son there,
then you can leave,

and we will not
bother you again.

But if you won't come...

he'll die.

Cole?

Hey.

Hey.

There's someone here
to see you.

Huh?

James?

Dad?

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Dr. Adler!

Where the hell
did that come from?

Have there been
any power surges?

Temporal activity
of any kind?

Just a small tachyon surge
in the middle of the night.

Nothing unusual.

I want to know
how they got here.

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- Is it like a shot?
- Yep, just like it.

Except that instead of putting
something into your body,

we're taking something out.

- Will it hurt?
- No, just a pinch.

Am I sick?

No, you're helping somebody
who is sick.

- Your friend.
- Yes.

My friend.

Wait.
Dr. Railly?

You better do this.

I'd hate to seal
the fate of mankind

because I can't find
the vein of a five-year-old.

She's a really good doctor.

Hey, there.

Ah, ah.

I know, I know.
Almost done.

All done.

- Almost.
- Ow!

All right.

Ow.

Mr. Cole, we have to keep you
a distance from the boy.

You can't get too close
to yourse... to James.

That would be disastrous.

Come here.

Here, here.

There.

Good job.

Get some rest.

You all right?

Why don't you
get some rest?

And I'll stay with you.

Here you go. Look at this.

I have to say,
that boy saved my life.

Before he came along,
I wasn't much of a man.

Can you...

can you tell me
about my mother?

I didn't know her that well.
Marion.

I loved her like crazy,
but it was a short thing.

I asked her to marry me,

but she wouldn't.

Then took off
pretty soon after

without saying much.

When she tracked me down
a year later, she had a kid.

My son.

You.

Told me
she couldn't protect you.

I never understood
what she was talking about,

but I was grateful.

Every day.

Look at that.
He's a...

he's a good boy.

He won't always be.

But I'm trying
to make up for it.

I'm sorry I can't...

Hey.
Don't use that word.

The only failure...

Is giving up.

Exactly.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, just trying to...
- I know, I know.

I'm so sorry.

I just thought
I'd be there for him.

Always.

This plague...
it'll get me for sure?

Excuse me.

Aaron?

Cass, come around the corner,

the parking lot quickly.

I'll be right back.

Yeah.

Cass, please don't ask
a lot of questions.

Just get in the car.

- They're gonna win this.
- No, what are you doing?

They're gonna win this,
you know that.

- Aaron, what...
- It's why nothing changes.

Oh, my God.
What did you do?

Please get in the car.

They wouldn't wait any longer,
Cass.

- What did you do?
- Please.

Aaron, stop it!

We can't stop it, Cass.

You know I'm right!

Get in the car now!

Where is he?

Step ahead of you, asshole.

Doubt it.

- You're just in time.
- Yes.

- It's over, Cole.
- I know.

Cole?

My father?

The boy?

I left him with Katarina.
I didn't want him to see.

It was Aaron.

That's how they found us.

- We should go.
- Okay.

He'll be safe here
with Child Protective Services.

You're throwing away
your cigarettes.

I've decided
to keep the child.

After all this,
maybe my father was right.

Love is never a mistake.

But the plague...
you might not have much time.

I'm a scientist, Dr. Railly.
I don't believe in fate.

I could tell you, you know.

Who those men were,
everything.

Give you a chance
to do it differently,

give you a head start.

It's tempting, but no.

It's just as likely to undo
your work as it is to help mine.

The causality of temporal
physics is unpredictable.

And if it is fate that our paths
will cross again,

then we'll find
the answers together.

But listen, Mr. Cole,
you have to understand,

the paradox has destroyed
your ability

to travel back to your time.

You live here now.

I know.

- Good-bye for now, Mr. Cole.
- Good-bye, Katarina.

We'll probably have
some more questions for you,

but you just can play here
for a while, okay?

Are you sure
we should leave him here?

- Maybe I could see...
- He'll be all right.

He'll make friends.

You okay, kid?

Don't be scared.
It's okay here.

I'm Jose.

Show you around.

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I analyzed the plant.

It is ordinary hedera helix.
English ivy.

But why is it red?

Why is it growing
on my machine?

There's barely
any light here.

- Well, I have a theory.
- Yeah?

I examined
the isotopic CO2 composition

of the cell membrane.

I'm not a botanist,
Dr. Adler.

Nor am I,
but based on my analysis,

this plant
grew in an environment

with significantly higher
amounts of greenhouse gases.

Meaning?

This plant is not
from our time.

Let's go, let's go!

What's happened?

It's Sergeant Whitley, ma'am.

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Good Lord.

They're coming.
They're coming.

This facility.

What is inside
is very important to us.

Are you sure
you can get us in?

It'll be my pleasure.

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