12 Monkeys (2015) s01e82 Episode Script
Pre-Apocalyptic
- Nuclear fallout.
- Oh well, it's not global warming.
- In a planetary alignment.
- No.
You know what nobody is talking about? Tomatoes.
You know, they're genetically altered now.
With what? - Alien DNA.
- It ain't about space aliens, man! But it is about space.
Now, we all know the moral destruction of this country will come at the hand of individuals who engage in hedonistic What about a plague? Huh? - It is a plague.
- No, a real plague.
A genetically altered virus created by a very specific bioengineering company.
- Like the tomatoes.
- No! Like a cold.
But no cough-sniff.
This is bleed-die.
That sounds like bullshit to me.
Huh! Hm-mm.
Exhibit A.
Proof.
Conspiracy in infancy.
Heh! Let's play a game.
Spin the vial! Wanna know who shot JFK? What happened at Roswell? McDonald's secret sauce? Open that up, Alice.
In a few months you can march right into the Pentagon and the Vatican and find out all the answers you ever wanted to know.
Oh, come on, you ain't got the stuff.
Spaceman Spiff! Here it is.
The key to interdimensional time travel.
The beginning to the end.
The seed of death.
The power to rule the world! The great bio reset switch.
Crack that open.
We'll all be playing Ring Around the Rosie till we all fall down.
- You're insane.
- In the membrane! Sorry.
Okay.
Well, that only leaves one last brave soul who will either stop me from sending the world into an apocalypse, or Take some initiative themselves and open Pandora's Box of paradox.
And my mommy said to choose the very best one and you are it! It's just twist up.
Huh.
You had your chance.
I guess I'll hold on to this for now.
Get ready, kiddos.
It's 2016, Year of the Monkey.
A Year of the Monkey.
See you soon.
That was weird.
So What were we talking about? - Tomatoes.
- Tomatoes.
- Oh well, it's not global warming.
- In a planetary alignment.
- No.
You know what nobody is talking about? Tomatoes.
You know, they're genetically altered now.
With what? - Alien DNA.
- It ain't about space aliens, man! But it is about space.
Now, we all know the moral destruction of this country will come at the hand of individuals who engage in hedonistic What about a plague? Huh? - It is a plague.
- No, a real plague.
A genetically altered virus created by a very specific bioengineering company.
- Like the tomatoes.
- No! Like a cold.
But no cough-sniff.
This is bleed-die.
That sounds like bullshit to me.
Huh! Hm-mm.
Exhibit A.
Proof.
Conspiracy in infancy.
Heh! Let's play a game.
Spin the vial! Wanna know who shot JFK? What happened at Roswell? McDonald's secret sauce? Open that up, Alice.
In a few months you can march right into the Pentagon and the Vatican and find out all the answers you ever wanted to know.
Oh, come on, you ain't got the stuff.
Spaceman Spiff! Here it is.
The key to interdimensional time travel.
The beginning to the end.
The seed of death.
The power to rule the world! The great bio reset switch.
Crack that open.
We'll all be playing Ring Around the Rosie till we all fall down.
- You're insane.
- In the membrane! Sorry.
Okay.
Well, that only leaves one last brave soul who will either stop me from sending the world into an apocalypse, or Take some initiative themselves and open Pandora's Box of paradox.
And my mommy said to choose the very best one and you are it! It's just twist up.
Huh.
You had your chance.
I guess I'll hold on to this for now.
Get ready, kiddos.
It's 2016, Year of the Monkey.
A Year of the Monkey.
See you soon.
That was weird.
So What were we talking about? - Tomatoes.
- Tomatoes.