12 Monkeys Page #2

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That's the future, James. Do you

think you're living in the future?

1996 is the past.

No, 1996 is the future.

This is 1990.

- Shut up, ladies.

- Where're you taking me?

South of France, buddy.

Fancy hotel. You'll love it.

I can't go. I just need

to make a telephone call.

Yeah, yeah. Zip it, daisy. You fooled

the shrink, but you don't fool us.

Let's go, ace.

All right.

Come on, come on.

There you go.

Now, lemme see your head, Jimbo.

- See if you got any creepy crawlers.

- I need to make a telephone call.

Got to take you over

to the doctor, Jimbo.

- Can't make no calls 'til the doctor says.

- It's very important!

What you gotta do, Jimbo,

is take it easy. Relax into things.

And we'll all get along fine

if you just relax.

Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, Goines!

Yo, Goines!

Yo, Jeffrey!

Goines!

- What?

- Look here.

This here's James. Now, do me a favor.

Why don't you show him around?

Tell him the TV rules.

Show him the games and stuff. Okay?

How much you gonna pay me?

How much? I'd be doin' your job.

- Five thousand dollars, my man. That enough?

- Five thousand?

I'll wire a check

to your account as usual.

- Five thousand dollars! Five thousand dollars!

- Five thousand dollars.

- I'll give him the deluxe mental hospital tour.

- My man!

- Kid around, makes 'em feel good. We're pals.

- I love you.

- You're the prisoners. No, you're the guards.

- Now you got it.

Okay, it's all in good fun.

Here's some games here.

And there's-

Get out! Get out!

- He was in my chair.

Games. Games.

Here's some games.

Games that wanna get out.

See? More games.

Games. They vegetize you.

See?

If you play the games, you're

voluntarily taking a tranquilizer.

I guess they gave you

some chemical restraints. Drugs!

What'd they give you? Thorazine?

Haldol? How much? How much?

Learn your drugs.

Know your dosages. It's elementary.

- I need to make a telephone call.

- A telephone call?

That's communication with the outside

world. Doctor's discretion. No.

If all of these nuts

could just make phone calls,

it could spread insanity

oozing through telephone cables,

oozing to the ears of all these poor,

sane people, infecting them.

Wackos everywhere.

A plague of madness.

In fact, very few, Jim- Jim, very few

of us here are actually mentally ill.

I'm not saying

you're not mentally ill.

For all I know, you're... crazy as a

loon. But that's not why you're here.

That's not why you're here!

That's not why you're here!

You're here

because of the system.

There's the television.

It's all right there.

All right there.

Look, listen, kneel, pray.

The commercials!

We're not productive anymore. Don't

make things anymore. It's all automated.

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