All language subtitles for seven_days_s01e21_lifeboat

You're about to be letting on the most
highly classified data America holds.

We have a device that can allow us to
send one human being back in time.

He just won't quit.

Like a sewer rat in a maze, Chief.

Except there ain't no cheese at the end.

It's dead end.

Why does he do it?

Is it really worth all that work for
some pathetic little booze and gambling

binge?

Everyone else gets to go home.

Except me.

I gotta stay here and work, work, work,
work.

Where'd he go?

Oh, hey, Isaac.

Give me a hand, will you?

Never mind, Isaac. I'll help him.

Oh, man.

All right.

So you caught me.

I'll just be going back to cell block
11.

Whoa.

This stuff's from the Roswell crash,
isn't it?

He's the cornerstone of everything we've
ever accomplished at NNL.

Silicone chips.

Carbon fiber composites.

Even Velcro was developed by back
-engineering the technology from that

I suppose we would have let you in on
all of it eventually.

Yeah, right. I'm still waiting for my
key to the employee's bathroom.

What's this?

Some kind of alien go -kart?

We believe it is a vehicle of some kind,
perhaps a probe like our early lunar

lander module.

It's a kind of silicon battery system,
but we haven't been able to get it to

retain or generate power yet.

Once we do, we may be able to enter the
next phase of Operation Backstep.

Oh, this is one hell of a toy store you
guys have here.

It's far from a toy store, Frank.

It's the foundation of our operation.

about to show you.

Well, let's just say it's made some men
question their faith in God.

I've seen time, Ben Bradley. I think I
can handle it.

They've been under NLL's care since the
crash.

What really happened at Roswell?

Well, of course, all I've read are the
reports.

Yeah, the official ones, but what about
the ones the government doesn't want the

rest of us to see?

All the reports.

It was July 2nd, 1947.

There'd been a tremendous lightning
storm that night.

A local army base received word from a
rancher named Brazel that a disc -shaped

craft had crashed on his land.

When a patrol arrived,

The aliens were already out of the
wreckage.

Three of them were lying on the ground
dead.

A fourth was still alive, but weak and
disoriented.

Some said he seemed to be begging the
patrol to help his companion.

But a frightened young soldier from
Illinois misunderstood and...

I've often thought how different our
history might be if someone had stopped

that young soldier.

How much we might have learned.

What's the captain's log, the
dictionary? We don't know.

There were 44 of these on board ship,
along with bracelets worn by the aliens

with similar symbols.

Isaac and others have been trying to
crack the code for years.

We think we've interpreted some of the
symbols.

But really, we're like apes trying to
read the King James Bible.

Now, you said there were four aliens.

Where's the other one?

He's alive?

Brain dead. Since the blow from that
young soldier. But we've been able to

most of his vital organs functioning.

We call him Adam.

Is that what you were doing down here,
bringing him flowers?

Sometimes I feel that Adam and I are
like two old soldiers.

We may not speak the same language, but
we share an incredible war story.

There are less than a hundred people in
this world who know about Adam, Frank.

I think I can keep a secret, Bradley. I
used to spy for a living.

Well, old guy, I guess we've both
rattled around the old space -time

together, haven't we?

For what it's worth, I'm sorry about
what happened to you.

Damn, this can't be that hard.

What's wrong?

It's just a simple calculation for
gravitational time dilation near a black

that could affect the sphere, but I've
been working on it for days.

Maybe some rest might help.

Good night, Dr. Ballard. Yeah, yeah.

My brain is someplace else. That's okay.
That seems to be going around tonight.

What? No sexual retort? No flirtation?

Mr. Parker, you seem to be flipping.

I saw Adam tonight, Olga.

Who?

Adam, you know, the... You don't know,
do you?

I assure you, Mr. Parker, if he has
anything to do with this project, I know

more about him than you do.

You don't have any idea who Adam is, do
you?

You never took the driver's ed course.

Adam's gone.

Okay, who is Adam?

Survivor of the Roswell crash.

See, you don't know everything about
this place.

You mean there is a living, breathing
alien down here?

Well, now he's living a little larger.

Nate, I want all security units on
alert.

I'll tell the NSA to start GPS tracking.
If that thing's still on this planet, I

want it back here.

Fascinating.

Fascinating. I can't believe this.

What's that?

You'd think he would have blasted
straight through the ceiling, but the

these holes line up suggests a course of
approximately 40 degrees.

It's a low -altitude trajectory.

Overground? Yeah.

Satellite tracking's picked up nothing
so far. How could they not have gotten

anything? Maybe the module has stealth
capabilities?

Maybe the satellite's looking in the
wrong place.

DT didn't go home.

Uh -oh.

Uh -oh what?

We might have a bigger problem on our
hands.

It's a foreign device.

Blasted right through the containment
dome and attached itself to the reactor

core. Now it's sucking out all our
energy.

Flow channels are blocked.

Core's not getting water.

Things heating up like a son of a bitch.

What the hell is that thing? How long
before meltdown?

Temperature keeps climbing.

An hour.

And less.

Then let's get everybody out of here.

Already begun evacuation.

Well, us too. Let's go.

I can't.

Look, I wasn't commanding a nuclear sub
before I took this job.

I can't abandon ship. I've got to figure
out what this is.

It's drilling a hole in the reactor.

Go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

Fire!

What the hell are they doing here?

What the hell's going on?

We got orders to take that thing out.

Save your bullets, Brenneman. They'll
never penetrate that thing.

All right. We try a shake charge.

Yes, sir. And risk cracking the reactor
core?

24 hours from now, you'll have the
entire population of this state blown in

dark, Brenneman.

You got a better idea?

Mr. Parker?

We should leave him alone.

What? Frank, come on, man.

Yeah.

He said he means us no harm. What the
hell are you talking about?

I don't know. He's trying to communicate
with me somehow.

Oh, for God's sakes, Parker.

No, no. What he's saying is quite
possible.

Every Adepti, everyone that's made
contact with extraterrestrials, claim

there's some sort of a silent
communication that takes place?

Hold on.

Something shifted inside the reactor.

Something I did or that Zink did.

The flow channels are opening.

The core's getting water again.

So we're okay?

A lot of champagne, yes, but the
temperature's dropped, yeah.

Perhaps what Adam told Mr. Parker is
true, and he is just trying to extract

power from the reactor.

Maybe for a much longer journey.

People, I just talked to the NSA panel.

Captain, do whatever's necessary to cut
that thing off the reactor.

Yes, sir.

Move it up, men. Move it up. Bradley,
just give us a minute, will you? No

minute, not a second. This brain trust
is leaving for a secure location

immediately. But I think I can
communicate with... We're leaving now,

That's an order.

What is this place?

It was built to observe the first atomic
tests.

Not much use for it these days.

Well, let's just hope it's still solid.

We're close enough to that plant to get
one hell of an x -ray if this doesn't

work.

Laser weapon here. Yes, sir.

The plasma laser cannon's in place,
General.

And that thing's just sitting in there?
No sign of aggressive movement?

None, sir.

Begin the procedure.

I hope they can save him.

Now that Adam's conscious his value in
advancing our technology could be

incalculable I'd be happy just to get
his valuable finger off that nuclear

trigger

Damn

it course eating up again things getting
hotter ready to blow

I don't know.

Maybe we should have back -stepped. We
could have avoided all this.

Why, Miss Fugovich, you're positively
glowing.

Mr. Parker, only you could joke at a
time like this.

Come on. Crying would be better?

You're mission is to back -step Frank so
we can make damn sure that Adam never

gets off this place.

Yeah, no screw -ups this time.

I'm in no mood to be microwaved again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You still think that thing had no bad
intentions, Frank?

Look, all I can tell you is when I
looked into his eyes, I felt something.

Decent about him.

I don't know. I can't explain it.

Well, this is the kind of decency I can
do without. Thank you very much We're an

immediate go let's move people

The Copa nuclear power plant went into
total meltdown.

We're talking China syndrome.

The whole Southwest was radiated. Do we
know what precipitated the event?

Yeah.

Adam.

Who's Adam?

Dr. Mentner, you want to tell him?

Adam is as classified as it gets, Frank.

It will not for long, Bradley.

He's going to wake up and activate a
module from that space debris.

And he's going to use it to get to that
reactor.

Sir, who the hell is Adam?

All right, Isaac.

I'm giving the whole team full
clearance.

Nate, get all security personnel to
Alpha Level One.

Alpha One? Adam goes into complete
containment. As of this moment, I want

imprisoned like Hannibal Lecter.

Sir, who is Adam?

Isaac, we need to talk in private.

Before I left, you showed me one of
those alien eye beams from the Roswell

debris.

During the back step, I think I was told
what some of those glyphs meant.

I don't understand. By whom?

I can't quite explain it. It was like
they were all talking to me.

Who was?

Adam. Others like him. It was as if the
whole bunch were communicating with me

from, I don't know, somewhere out there.

Look.

Water.

Ship. Star.

And this one means hold.

If you weren't hallucinating in what you
say is true, this could be as important

as deciphering the Rosetta Stone.

How long has it been like this?

52 years.

Do we know what woke him up the last
time?

Probably heard one of your Gene Autry
yodeling imitations, Ramsey. Gene Autry

yodeling? Where does he get this stuff?

I need you to hold my pants.

Frank.

Let's get him upstairs.

What happened?

Well, you sort of fell and hit your
head.

You're very lucky you don't have a
concussion.

What about Adam?

He's conscious under doctor Mentner's
care.

Security is everywhere, of course.

Everyone is very edgy.

They always were, even back in 47.

He talked to me again, Olga.

What?

He's absolutely trying to communicate.
He wants us to understand what he's been

through. And what is that?

His ship got into trouble. It crashed
and he lost his team.

He's a long way from his loved ones. I
think all he wants to do is get the hell

home. He told you this?

Yeah, he did, and others of his kind
tried to communicate with me during the

back step.

I think they want him back.

And you may also have been
hallucinating. I mean, we know virtually

about Adam or his race.

Imposing human emotions or motivations
on him could be a grave mistake.

I know what I felt, Olga.

Yes, but you don't know what he felt,
Mr. Parker.

Get some rest, okay?

What? He communicated with you too.

I still feel it.

His emotions.

He feels things just like we do. Maybe
even more deeply.

What did he show you?

Myself dying.

He just desperately wants to die among
beings who care about him.

Well, if he's dying, he's not going to
be of any use to the program anymore.

So are you saying that we should help
him leave?

You've got to speak to Talmadge. Me, he
can dismiss, but the both of us... So

what do we do? We just walk in there and
say that we want to send back one of

humanity's most important scientific
assets?

When you looked into his eyes, what did
you feel?

That we owe him this.

Then we gotta do it. We gotta help get
out of here.

Adam is dying.

Dying? Come on, he just came back to
life.

Look, if the hieroglyphic clues you gave
Dr. Mettner really pan out, we might be

able to learn how to communicate with
him. He might even help me solve that

equation.

What has gotten into the two of you?

You know what happened the last time he
got out.

No, no, no. That was Berman and his
Griffin team who triggered the final

meltdown. Once Adam actually began
siphoning power, the reactor stabilized.

Wanting to die amongst his own seems
like a reasonable request, John.

Request? What, you actually talked to
him?

Well, yes,

actually.

You talked to him? We both did.

Definitely.

Uh, let's go have a chat with the little
guy, shall we?

Absolutely. Oh, yes.

Absolutely, yes.

Oh, absolutely.

It's groovy.

Look at that.

He was right. Adam gave you the
solution?

Yes, he made it so simple.

He did you a big favor, right?

Yeah, I could have figured it out myself
eventually. I mean, maybe sometime in

the next millennium. Okay, did he tell
you anything else?

He didn't know we had retained any
element 115 until you backstepped.

Wait a second. He's aware of the
previous timeline?

Completely. He lived in both. It's
completely natural to him. Well, that's

he went to the reactor instead of the
sphere. He didn't know we had a stash of

115. He felt genuinely sorry about what
happened at the reactor, and he was very

complimentary of all my work, and
actually, he likes me. Did he tell you

needs now?

Yes, he said he needs just a tick of
element 115 to help jumpstart his

so to speak.

Okay, John, if anyone deserves to share
what we have, it's Adam, don't you

think?

Well, I suppose what you're suggesting
is treason. It certainly goes against

everything I believe in as a scientist.

Oh, heck, I almost flunked undergrad bio
because I released my lab rats.

Something about the way their little
whiskers rub my cheek.

We've got to help them out.

Ah, that a boy, Ballard.

How?

That's it?

That ought to be enough to get him into
orbit.

His friends might have to top off his
tank for wherever he's going.

Take it before I come to my senses.

Thank you, Doctor.

Cheers.

You got it, big fella.

Take it home.

Did you do that, Adam?

Well, at least his mind is still strong.

Yeah.

All right.

to get home, but watch the speed limit,
will ya?

You're welcome.

I told the NSA security's at a maximum.

The Griffins are on full alert. There'll
be no survivors.

Tell me.

Slow down, Isaac. Wrong about what?

Are you sure?

E .T.'s going home, sir.

You helped him, Frank?

He's dying.

And he didn't want to die among
strangers.

I'm sorry, Bradley, but this project
already has three dead aliens.

I don't think we need another, do you?

That was not your call to make, Frank,
nor yours.

I'll take the rap. I don't care.

We've got a lot bigger problems than
whatever punishment you two are going to

get.

Isaac's been interpreting the symbols on
Adam's bracelets.

We thought they were insignia of rank,
maybe ornamental jewelry.

It turns out they were handcuffs.

What? It appears that Adam was a
prisoner being transported to a penal

a planet beyond our solar system.

The ship that crashed at Roswell was a
prison ship.

But we communicated with him. We felt
his compassion.

Well, apparently alien psychopaths are
just as good a con men as human ones.

If he needs fuel, he'll probably head
for the reactor again.

Uh, he doesn't need fuel this time.

Why not?

Because we gave him some of ours?

Are we talking 115?

Nice going, Parker.

One bonehead move, you're now a traitor
to this program and your country.

Well, we're not going to take any
chances this time. We're going to

immediately and erase this event.

Let's get to the spirit people now.

Dr. Ballard. John.

Oh, Ballard, what the hell are you
doing?

Oh, Adam gave me some great new ideas
for improvement on the sphere.

John, we need to backstep now.

Oh, the sphere won't backstep now, not
for a while.

How long?

Oh, uh, six months.

What?

Oh, God, he's reprogramming the entire
operating system.

Is there something wrong, sir?

You're not going to like this.

Adam's back at the nuclear plant.

It's brainwashed. What the hell have we
done?

We're heading to meltdown. Whatever that
thing is, it's blocking the flowchip.

Start evacuating the building.

I want to try to tamp those rocks down
manually.

You're crazy, Marshal. We've got to get
out of here. I'm not leaving my ship.

All personnel, proceed directly to the
evacuation exits and leave the facility.

This is not a drill. This is not a
drill.

You naive humans have always amazed me.

I'm getting my vengeance for 50 years of
imprisonment.

You have no choice but to help me.

Marshall, what the hell's wrong? Have
you gone crazy?

Who's in charge here?

He is.

Somebody's got to stop that.

Captain, we've got to get inside.

We'll take care of it, sir.

Bring in a laser cannon.

Ordinance D, in position, delta.

You looked into his eyes, didn't you?

Listen to me, Marshal.

Mess him with your mind.

How

long

for meltdown?

Minutes.

You should get out now. No, I'm not
leaving, Frank.

I gotta figure out how to get him out of
there.

If you won't make it in time, you should
all just get out now.

Frank, you've got to get out of there.
The reactor core is about to blow.

Come on, there's got to be something we
can do.

The control rods can be lowered
manually, but without a radiation suit,

suicide.

You wanted this all along, didn't you?

What is it, payback for 50 years or not?

Test tube.

Some gratitude.

We're out of the red.

But it's killing him.

He'll be radiated with the only hope of
recovery.

And with the sphere destroyed, we won't
be able to backstep and save his life.

Frank? Frank?

Can you hear me?

He doesn't have long.

Dr. Menden, you're wanted in your office
immediately.

What could be more important than this?

They say it's urgent.

What in the world?

The Roswell degree. Bring me this
device.

Frank?

Oh, my God.

Somebody get me a beer, will you?

I'm parched.