12 Monkeys

1944, that's what the Messengers wanted.

Monkeys are coming for me.

The Messengers, they need me dead.

Primary.

- Why? - We are time.

My herb, they don't work unless the leaves are red.

Gives you pictures in your head you can't erase.

No! They're gonna kill him there.

Not before he tells us everything he knows.

Looks like Crawford was murdered in his office.

His killers, a man and a woman, were never found.

We shall meet again in the Red Forest.

We have to go back, we were there.

The structure of space-time is collapsing.

Data showed these anomalies multiplying in the time stream.

Paradox?

We've lost their connection.

Those temporal anomalies.

This is their origin.

Move!

Mr. Ramse.

Katarina Jones.

You spared Mr. Deacon's life yesterday.

Yeah, I did.

How long's it gonna be before he tries to execute me again?

Mr. Ramse, we need your help.

Well, why didn't you say so?

What do you need me to do?

You need me to beg for mercy while you break my fingers?

- That's not what... - How about electrocution?

You could tie a wire around my one nut!

Mr. Cole is in jeopardy,

and so is Dr. Railly.

What are you talking about?

What did you do now?

They're both stuck in the past.

Their tethers are broken,

and we have no way of bringing them back.

We need you

to go back to 1944, find them,

and bring them home safely.

You trust me now?

I trust your relationship with Mr. Cole

enough to know that you will help him.

And you are the only traveler we have now.

It will be dangerous.

This is a much different time, and we're all at war.

I know the 12 Monkeys are there as well

and no doubt have something to do

with the massive temporal disturbance.

Paradox.

See, I can send you back before that event.

Mr. Ramse, you can find them, you can save their lives,

and you can bring them back home.

And when you do...

When I do?

I will guarantee your freedom.

You'll be free to walk out of here with your son.

New formula.

Hurts a bit more.

Sorry, but it won't kill you.

Let's say I find them.

How do all three of us get back here?

Jones is working on that.

You're only sending him back

two days before the paradox.

Is that enough time?

I don't want to give him the opportunity

to simmer back there.

No telling what he could do.

Why are you sending him back if you don't trust him?

Because at the moment I'm lacking of

a great many things, and options are among them.

So, let me get this straight,

you want me to place a classified ad in the paper?

Do it every day, and we'll find it.

Assuming, of course, that some aspect

of causality still works.

That's gonna help you snatch us back home, right?

Yeah.

That's not convincing.

It is a theory at the moment,

but it's a good theory.

Still not convincing.

You're afraid about what I saw out there.

What tore that guy apart.

You have any answers as to why that's happening?

All right.

I can only fix one of your mistakes at a time.

Let's get on with it.

1944, here I come.

The target is the Mission Cross Mental Asylum.

We'll put you as close as we can to the 600 block

of Oak Ridge Terrace, Jersey City.

That's where we lost the tether.

It's up to you, Mr. Ramse.

Initiate Spencer sequence.

You can take off the masks.

No virus did this.

Then what did?

Time, Mr. Whitley.

Some catastrophic event in 1944

disrupted the fabric of space-time,

causing temporal anomalies in the here and now.

Anomalies?

Pockets of unstable time.

Deadly.

Expanding.

If we don't find a solution,

at this term of acceleration,

this will consume the world in a matter of months.

We'll all end up like these men, ravaged by time.

They left the facility this morning,

and here they are,

aged hundreds of years.

Why here?

Why now,

at this time?

Is this what broke Cole and Dr. Railly's tether in 1944?

I don't know.

Einstein, Hawking, Godel,

in all their theories about time and causality,

they never spoke of anything like this.

We are in uncharted territory.

Take a look.

The Daughters.

Maybe they know what's happening.

Possibly.

But I believe the answer lies

with Mr. Cole and Dr. Railly in 1944.

Miss,

The Emerson has a strict dress code.

It's all right.

Morning, sunshine.

You're finally awake.

What's your name?

José.

José Ramse.

Well, Mr. Ramse, you're one lucky man.

Not many people get hit by a car and live to tell the tale.

You have osteoporosis in your arm,

which is kind of strange for someone so young.

And you heal fast.

Like, unusually fast.

What's today's date?

It's Friday, September 1st.

Hold on, buster,

where do you think you're going?

It's happening tomorrow.

You have had a serious accident.

The doctor's scheduled surgery

to set that bone.

No surgery.

You have to stay in bed.

You'll have plenty of time to recover.

After surgery, okay?

A few days, at least.

I need to speak to James Cole.

He's a guest there.

- Mr. Cole? - Yes?

- Telephone. - For me?

He asked for James Cole.

Hello?

Nothing.

Mr. Ramse, you cannot use this phone.

It's for nurses only.

My apologies, sir.

There was a man on the line. It sounded urgent.

All right, thanks, Dan.

Frankie?

- Wait. - Okay, bedtime.

Wait, wait, no.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

You need to rest up for your surgery, Mr. Ramse.

Where you going?

To get ready.

We have work to finish.

Cole.

This is madness.

It's growing closer.

We're still at a loss.

A lifetime of study,

and I'm reduced to fumbling around in the dark.

Well, you're still being watched.

Where you going?

I need to see her.

Fraulein Jones.

Miss Goines, I've noticed you have taken an interest

in what's happening out there.

Kat, strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

No...

Sit.

I prefer to stand.

I'm not sure why I'm here

other than the fact that Mr. Cole...

Otter Eyes.

Mr. Cole believes

that you are special somehow,

connected to time.

And, well, these days I'm not.