Twelve Monkeys Page #4

of us survived.

- Are you going to save us?

- How can I save you?

This already happened.

I can't save you.

Nobody can.

I am simply trying to gather information

to help the people in the present...

trace the path of the virus.

- We're not in

the present now, Mr. Cole?

- No.

happened. That's what I'm trying-

Mr. Cole? Mr. Cole?

You believe 1996

is the present then, is that it?

No! 1996 is the past too.

Listen to me. What l-

What l- What I need to do

is make a telephone call.

I can straighten this out

if I make a telephone call.

Who would you call?

Who would straighten everything out?

The scientists. They'll want to know

that they sent me to the wrong time.

I can leave a voice mail message

that they monitor from the present.

Can I just make

one telephone call, please?

Please?

What are you doin' in the dog bowl?

Get outta there!

-Who put those Doritos in there anyway?

Yes? What?

Voice mail?

Look, I don't know-

Stop makin' that noise!

I don't know what

you're talkin' about.

Is this a joke?

I don't know any scientists.

Duanne, get out-

James who?

Wasn't who you expected?

No. It was some lady.

She didn't know anything.

Well, maybe it was

the wrong number.

No. That's why they chose me.

I remember things.

James, where did you grow up?

Dr. Railly.

- I have the strangest feeling

I've met you before.

Wait. This is 1990. I'm supposed to be

leaving messages in 1996!

It's not the right number yet!

That's the problem!

We have a message for them.

No!

Won't work.

Can't open it.

You think you can remove the grill,

but you can't. It's welded.

See? Told you.

All the doors are locked too.

They're protecting the people

on the outside from us...

when the people on the outside

are as crazy as us.

Do you know what "crazy" is?

Crazy is majority rules. Yeah.

Take germs for example.

- Germs?

- Uh-huh.

In the eighteenth century,

no such thing. Nada. Nothing.

No one ever imagined such a thing!

No sane person anyway.

Along comes this doctor.

Uh, uh-

Semmelweis!

Semmelweis.

Semmelweis comes along and

he's trying to convince people,

other doctors mainly,

that there are these teeny, tiny,

invisible bad things called germs...

that get into your body

and make you sick.

He's trying to get doctors

to wash their hands.

What is this guy?

Crazy?

Teeny, tiny, invisible "what do you

call 'em? Germs? Huh? What?"

Now, cut to

the twentieth century.

Last week as a matter of fact,

right before I got dragged

into this hellhole!

I go in to order a burger

in this fast-food joint.

The guy drops it on the floor.

Jim, he picks it up,

wipes it off.

He hands it to me

like it was all okay.

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