Twelve Monkeys Page #3

It's all automated.

What are we for then?

We're consumers, Jim.

Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff,

you're a good citizen.

But if you don't buy a lot of stuff,

what are you then?

What?

You're mentally ill.

Fact, Jim. Fact! lf you don't

buy things:
toilet paper, new cars,

electrically-operated

sexual devices, stereo systems

with brain-implanted headphones,

screwdrivers with miniature

built-in radar devices,

voice-activated computers-

Take it easy, Jeffrey.

Be calm!

Right.

That's right.

You're a very attractive woman.

Hah!

If you want to watch

a particular television program,

like All My Children,

you can go to the charge nurse

and tell her the day, the time

the show you wanna see is on.

But you have to tell her

before the show is scheduled to be on.

There was this guy, and he

was always requesting shows

that had already played.

Yes. No.

You have to tell her before.

He couldn't quite grasp the idea

that the charge nurse

couldn't make it be yesterday.

She couldn't turn back time!

Thank you, Einstein.

Now he, he was nuts.

He was a fruitcake, Jim.

Okay, that's it, Jeffrey.

You're gonna get a shot.

- I warned you.

- Right. Right, right, right.

I got a little carried away...

explaining the inner workings

of the institution to Jim.

Hmm? Hmm?

I don't really come

from outer space.

Oh. L.J. Washington.

He doesn't really come from outer space.

- Don't mock me, my friend.

Get outta my chair!

It's a condition

of mental divergence.

I find myself

on the planet Ogo.

Part of

an intellectual elite...

preparing to subjugate

the barbarian hordes on Pluto.

But even though this is a totally

convincing reality for me in every way,

nevertheless, Ogo is actually

a construct of my psyche.

I am mentally divergent...

in that I am escaping

certain unnamed realities...

that plague my life here.

When I stop going there,

I will be well.

Are you also divergent, friend?

This is a place

for crazy people.

I'm not crazy.

We don't use that term,

"crazy," Mr. Cole.

You've got some real nuts here!

I know some things

that you don't know.

It's gonna be very difficult

for you to understand it.

- Hey!

- Hey, hey.

I'm not gonna hurt anyone!

All right.

Look, have any of you heard...

of the Army

of the Twelve Monkeys?

They, they paint this.

They stencil this on the sides

of buildings everywhere.

- Have you seen this?

- Mr. Cole?

Why don't you take your time and try

to explain this from the beginning?

Right, right.

It's 1990.

Okay, that makes sense.

They wouldn't've been active yet.

Um-

Five billion people died

in 1996 and 1997.

Almost the entire population

of the world.

Only about one percent

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