written by David Webb Peoples & Janet Peoples (based on La Jetee by Chris Marker)
Goines: Here's my theory on this. When I was institutionalized, my brain was exhausted laid by the guys of mental health. I was interrogated. I was x-rayed. I was examined thoroughly. then they took everything about me and put it into a computer where they created a model of my mind. Yes! Using that model, they managed to generate every thought that I could possibly have in the next, say, ten years. Which they then filtered through a probability matrix of some kind to determine everything I was gonna do in that period. So you see, she knew I was going to lead the Twelve Monkeys into the pages of history before it ever even occured to me. So, she knows everything I'm ever gonna do before I ever know it myself. How's that?
Goines: Take germs for example.
Cole (Bruce Willis): Germs?
Goines: Uh-huh. Eighteenth century, no such thing. Nada. Nothing. No one ever imagined such a thing. No sane person. Ah-uh-huh. Along comes this doctor ah-ah-ah Semmelweiss, Semmelweiss. Semmelweiss comes along. He's trying to convince people, well doctors mainly, that's there's 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 they call it? Uh-uh, germs? Huh? What? Now, up to the 20th century, last week, as a matter of fact (before I got dragged into this hellhole). I go in to order a burger at this fast food joint, and the guy drops it on the floor. James, he picks it up, wipes it off. He hands it to me like it's all okay. "What about the germs?" I say. He says, "I don't believe in germs. Germs is a plot made up so they could sell disinfectants and soaps." Now he's crazy, right?
Cole captures and eats a spider.
See. There's no right. There's no wrong. There's only popular opinion. You, you believe in germs right?
Cole: I'm not crazy.
Goines: Of course not. You want to escape, right? That's very sane, very sane. I can help you. You want me to don't ya? Get you out?
Cole: You know how to escape?
Goines: Yes my son! Then why don't I escape, that's what you were going to ask right? Good question, very good question, intelligent. Because I would be crazy to escape. I have sent out word. I am all taken care of. I've managed to contact certain underlings, evil spirits, secretaries and other assorted minions, who will contact my father, and when my father finds out I'm in this kind of place he'll have them transfer me to one of those classy joints where they treat you properly, like a person, like a guest! With sheets and towels, like a big hotel. With great drugs for all us nut cased lunatic devils ha ha!
Sorry, uh, sorry. I got a little agitated, the thought of escape crossed my mindr. And suddenly, suddenly I felt like bending the bars back and ripping out the goddamn window frames and eating them, yes eating them. And leaping, leaping leaping! Colonics for everyone! Ah, all right. You dumb assholes. I'm a mental patient, I'm supposed to act out. Wait'll you morons find out who I am. My father's going to be really upset. And when my father gets upset the ground shakes. My father is God! I worship my father!
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