All language subtitles for seven_days_s02e11_time_gremlin

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

It's just your basic Smith & Wesson 59
-06. It's a cute little

thing, handy if you want to hold it.

Oh, excuse me. Doc, how's our resident
nut job doing?

If you're referring to Frank Parker, I'm
on my way to see him right now.

Bottom line, how soon can we dump him on
grounds of extreme mental instability?

Our conversations are confidential, Mr.
Ramsey, except to the NSA review board,

as I'm sure you're aware.

But I can tell you this.

He's the most fascinating case I've ever
encountered.

He has a brilliant mind, albeit a rather
unorthodox one.

It isn't easy to gain his trust and
respect, but I think we're making

headway. Wait a minute.

You mean he respect?

Oh, yes. Absolutely. Definitely.

Excuse me.

Oh, hey, Doc.

You know, I think I'm ready to talk
about the issues I have with my mother.

Nice shoes.

He's anti -social.

He's anti -establishment.

He exhibits both God and martyr
complexes simultaneously.

He won't take any medications.

He has massive resistance to authority
figures, with the possible exception of

Catholic nuns.

By all rational standards, he's crazy as
a... He's clinically insane.

Rational standards don't apply to
Parker.

Well...

Since I have no training in any
standards that do apply, I resign.

Oh, Doctor, you're not the first.

We may feel a few aftershocks here.
Nothing substantial.

But some of these remote areas should
feel the equivalent of a 2 .0 quake. Now

that plate's shifting.

will help us create a more detailed map
of the faults in the area.

Yeah, baby.

Another one bites the dust.

Frank, get in here now.

Skycopter 6 is now relaying to us this
startling new footage from our local

affiliate in Los Angeles of the
devastation in California. What's going

president has called an emergency
meeting of Congress to determine the

effective course of action.

In response to what is being called the
worst continental disaster in U .S.

history, the U .S. Geological Survey has
confirmed that the earthquake was a 9

.6 magnitude along the San Andreas
Falls. The largest since the Ice Age.

Death toll projections at this time are
reaching as high as 9 million people.

At 9 a .m. Pacific time, seismologists
detonated a series of small underground

explosions throughout Southern
California.

They were hoping to cause movement in
the plate system equivalent to about a

magnitude 2 quake. Somebody actually
thought this was a good idea.

The plan was to gather data that could
be useful in reducing damage in future

temblors. The logic was really quite
sound.

But one of the explosions triggered a
fault they didn't know about, one that

straight into the San Andreas Fault.

Five -minute eruptions caused massive
tidal waves.

When everything settles, the California
coastline may well begin in the Mojave

Desert. Guess I won't be going to
Disneyland next month.

I'm sure there's a job to get six flags.

So when do I suit up? Right now.

Good. I got money on the Lakers game
tonight. It sort of helps if there's a

to play it.

All you have to do on the other side of
the timeline is tell us about the quake.

The NSA will make sure that seismic test
never happens.

Ever. Good luck, Frank. Thank you, sir.

Do well, Mr. Parker.

I've always had a really big soft spot
for your western.

Want to be a California girl, huh? Show
show.

Never mind.

Wait a minute. I'm sick. I saw the Beach
Boys in Leningrad when I was 15 years

old, I'll have you know. For weeks, all
I could hear in my head was good

vibrations. Yeah, scientists by day,
groupie by night. What that does to me?

Nine million people. Right.

5 4 3 2 1

We know about the earthquake, Conundrum.

What? You didn't go back in time.

This is the first time we've encountered
an anomaly of this sort. How could this

happen? Uh, I think we need to talk.

The team is on its way to pick you up
immediately.

Hey, this one's got to go down in the
record books. I think the boy's losing

Back step screws up. You gotta wonder
about the jockey. Some guys have any

documents to shred.

Yeah, I know what they say. Some guys
got it and some guys don't. And some

lose it and don't ever get it back.

Ain't that the truth.

Tell us what happened.

This back step was... funky.

Yeah, you see, on a regular back step,
it's like I'm on this roller coaster.

I know it's going to rattle my bones, so
I'm ready for that. And that's how this

one started out.

But then all of a sudden, I'm stuck in a
vat of Vaseline.

So this felt physically quite different
from the usual time -space distortion.

You can say that again. I couldn't
breathe. I couldn't feel my arms and my

Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised if my
heart stopped.

Then what happened?

Frank, where are you?

Look, I know this is going to sound
nuts, but I saw some kind of...

It was hanging on the side of the
sphere, looking at me through the

Well, are you sure that you weren't
hallucinating?

Hey, I know the difference between
what's in my head and what isn't. This

was real.

Hmm.

Perhaps it was extraterrestrial.

Well, if it was, it wasn't like those
Roswell dudes you got in the basement.

This thing looked like some kind of time
warp missing link.

It looked primitive looking, like
nothing I've ever seen.

All right, do you believe you saw
something?

What happened then?

The joysticks slipped out of my hands. I
lost control of the needles.

And that hasn't happened before, has it?

Never.

Yes? You better come down here. We have
a problem.

What is it, John? Is something wrong
with the sphere?

Well, to put it mildly, the guts are
ripped out, the whole control panel's

destroyed. Very nice.

Well, it wasn't like this when I left
it. Well, probably some grizzly bear or

something slipped in while you were out
taking a whiz.

Oh, man, I must have brought it back
with me.

What the hell are you babbling about?
That thing, whatever it was I saw, look.

Look here.

Claw marks.

I just chalked it up to a rough landing.

So what the hell did this? Woody
Woodpecker?

I'll tell you what happened. We all know
what happened.

Mr. Entertainment here finally flipped
out full bore.

He hates being cooped up in the program,
so he tore everything all to hell and

probably doesn't even remember he did
it. Everybody saw this day coming, and

nine million people are going to stay
dead because of you.

Where did you get your psych degree,
Ramsey, huh? Box of Cracker Jacks? I'm

telling you, it wasn't me.

There.

There it is.

Saw it, right? Saw what?

Come on, it was there, Donovan.

Guess I must have missed it, man.

Look, whatever happened to the sphere,
this will obviously delay any backup.

Frank, I want you to undergo a full
physical evaluation.

Better check the head, too. We have six
days, people, before Los Angeles becomes

Atlantis permanently.

What?

Aftershocks continue throughout
California, adding to the already

devastation. Estimates of the death toll
have risen to beyond 10 million.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees are
flooding into Arizona, Nevada, and

Northern California. You're late.

Sorry, my work piece was slowed down.
Oh, Mudge, it's stuck.

A valid doom of a sphere.

You said there's nothing a hundred man
hours can't fix.

You think I did it, don't you?

Come on, Frank, everybody here is on
your side.

Something happened during the last back
step that no one wants to happen again.

We just need to rule out pilot error,
that's all.

All for that.

A little lower, please.

If I went any lower, I'd be monitoring
something completely inconsequential.

Says you.

So what is this?

Twister? Yep, something like that.

It's a simple test of reflex timing.

Whenever you play a light, cover it up.
You know, this game is a lot more fun

when two people play naked.

Well, why don't we see how you do solo
first?

Yeah, he's used to that.

Okay, you ready?

Absolutely.

All vital signs are normal.

The hell's going on?

His reflexes are slow.

Extremely slow.

the damn thing up.

What are you talking about?

Nobody on this planet could have kept up
and you know it.

Frank, come on now. Just try it again.

Maybe some other time.

Okay.

And we're moving off.

You might recall this from the original
backstep testing program. It's just a

standard NASA A -grade flight aptitude
test.

The last time you took it, you finished
in... 19 minutes, 9 seconds.

You broke a record.

Think you can do it again?

No problem.

Okay, I'm going to set this timer at 30
minutes, just as a formality. So when

you finish, just press the timer button.

Go.

Okay, time's up. How'd you do?

One. What do you mean?

I got one, Olga. That's all I had time
for.

Well, I don't understand.

This is some kind of trick, isn't it?
What do you mean, trick, man?

You trying to tell me that was 30
minutes?

Well, yeah, it was 30 minutes.

I went and had lunch, Frank.

What's going on? What's wrong?

That thing.

That thing. That's what's doing this.

What's wrong with you?

Hey, calm down, man.

I am calm.

What's happening here?

You didn't just see... See what?

Don't look at me like that.

Look at you like what, Mr. Parker?

Like I'm crazy.

Hey, Frank, we're getting in a little
trouble with the dance floor there. Got

be the knees.

Bad knees are the bad back for the 90s.
Once that happens, you might as well

order up a case of Viagra.

Frank,

do you need some help?

Just leave me alone, all right?

Yes, he has definitely lost.

All right. We can't afford to mince
words here. What's your evaluation?

Well, let me just say that Mr. Parker is
in perhaps the best physical condition

he's been in since joining Baxter.

Strong. His pain tolerance level is
still the highest we've ever tested.

He passed his acuity and memory test
with incredibly high marks. In most

he's perfectly normal.

Actually, better than normal.

Definitely.

So what you're telling me is that you're
both very loyal friends, but that

doesn't answer the question you know I'm
asking.

Should Frank backstep?

Nine million lives.

Generator at 50%. How's that chrononaut?

All vital functions are normal.

Good. All systems go on this end.

Generator at 90%. Hey, what the hell is
going on?

John has completed his repairs. We're
running a test.

100%. Okay, powering down.

Good, so when do I go?

We have less than 24 hours to undo the
California disaster, Frank. We can't

afford another failed mission.

So I'm benched. No, it's not necessarily
permanent.

But the NSA panel has made its decision
for now. Craig is going to take this

one.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Donovan's the best.

It's about time he got a shot.

Beer? Oh, no, thank you.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am
about what's happened. How sorry we all

Hey, I'm looking on the bright side.

Maybe when Donovan jumps, my problem
will go away and we can all get back to

business.

Look, whatever you saw in the last back
step, whether it was real or not, it

doesn't matter.

It had a profoundly disturbing effect on
you.

You know what's really disturbing me?

Maybe everybody's right. Maybe I did
flip out.

Maybe... Maybe I did rip up the sphere
myself.

Uh, come in.

Hello.

I, uh, just wanted to say how sorry I am
about what's happened.

How sorry we all are.

Oh, man, no, no, this isn't happening.

What's wrong?

This already happened. You just came in
here, said the exact same thing I...

and... Oh, Holly, I really am losing it.

Oh, Mr. Parker, maybe you should sit
down. No, I... I gotta... Just give me a

minute, will you?

Keep it together, Frank. Keep it
together. Keep it together. Keep it

Keep it together.

Super Bowl No. 1, January 15, 1967.

Green Bay 3 -5.

It's real.

Thank you. You're welcome. Come on.

Something sabotaged the power grids in
sectors D through G. We just lost sector

H. We don't have a lot of alphabet left.

How did they get through the perimeter?

We don't know yet. It's ruined!

All my work, all the repairs!

Somebody tore up the sphere again?

Well, here comes suspect number one.
Hold it right there, Parker.

Listen, Bradley, I saw it, the thing
from the sphere. I saw it, too. I was

right. Somehow I did bring it back.

Huh?

Huh? What did I tell you?

Well, whatever it is, we got enough
earthly firepower to blow it back to

wherever it came from.

Secure the building, Nate.

I'll have to tell the NFL situation.

Let's go, man. Lock and load.

This is not good.

He is screwing with time.

We don't have any to wait.

In less than 10 hours, California will
be lost forever.

Fascinating.

Yeah, look at them.

Can you throw them out, Doc?

Well, they're not actually frozen.

Normal pulse rate is between 60 and 80.
And with these guys, it's closer to,

well, two.

They're moving? Just really, really
slowly.

So why are they stiffs and not us?

Probably for me to offer an explanation
that could possibly sound insane.

Oh, go for it. It's not like we haven't
crossed that line before.

If what Francis is true needed to bring
something back, and for the lack of a

more appropriate explanation, I would
say we have a gremlin on the premises.

Gremlin? I've heard those stories.

There were pilots back in World War II
who swore their mid -air malfunctions

were caused by these nasty little
creatures who would show up on their

from out of nowhere. They tore apart
engines, tail rudders.

Maybe when man first began to fly, he
disturbed the atmosphere in such a way

that he brought the gremlins into our
dimension.

So if back steps disturbed the space
-time continuum, maybe we've allowed

gremlin access to our dimension now?

I'm willing to listen to any sane of
theory.

All right, okay.

Say I did bring some gremlin here.

How the hell do we send it back?

Point of origin.

On a four -dimension space -time grid.

It is very possible that you intersected
him at some point that was his home.

We have to backtrack the sphere's flight
path.

Look for a Rotem in the curvature of
space.

Well, if this creature was a newcomer to
the universe, why did it specifically

follow Mr. Parker to NNL?

Maybe he likes Frank.

Or maybe he's upset you woke him up.

Yeah, well, I'll be happy to put him
right back to sleep.

You up for this?

I'm better against humans, but let's do
it. He ruins a critic.

You got something, buddy?

Can you see him?

Talk to me.

Meanty little wormhole beyond the Hydra
star system.

The sphere practically kissed it during
the last backstep. You say that's where

our friend came from.

Frank didn't pick him up from Domino's.

Question is, how do we get the little
prankster back there?

I've got one idea.

name is Isaac Meddow.

What's your problem?

No, no.

Just stay away from him.

You okay?

Oh, yes. I'm fine.

Considering I can't breathe, my hips
hurt, and I just gained 10 pounds in my

bottom in the last five minutes.

I'm getting older.

Come on.

How'd you get in here, kid?

Who are you?

Isaac Mentner.

I want to go home.

1616 Middle Lane, Jersey City, New
Jersey.

Whoa. I thought he was like British.

Isaac?

Where's Dr. Ballard?

Huh?

Ballard!

What the hell's going on?

Just take a breath.

Try again.

What did he say?

Can we go now?

It spooks me here.

Now listen to me, Isaac.

The gremlin was here, wasn't he?

What happened before he came? What were
you and Ballard talking about? You

remember? John got an idea.

Good, good.

What was it?

Forget it.

Try, dear, please.

He said we have to put Jack back in the
box.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Try a snack.

Sure, I'll get you an Eskimo pie. Would
you like that?

Just give me a minute, boy. I want to
try something.

All right.

Tell us again. Into the camera.

You're going to play him back at super
slow speed, right?

That's right.

Okay, look, Frank, this is good. You're
finally thinking, but you're moving

slow. Okay, okay, okay.

We've got to get the gremlin back on the
sphere.

I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out.

If I set the coordinates the same as
last time, it should head straight

back to the Hydra wormhole.

Hydra wormhole? The key is...

Even get back home.

Okay, but how do we get him into the
sphere?

How much time do we have left to stop
the earthquake? My watch has stopped.

Huh? Yours too.

We gotta go for it.

I'll have my snack first.

Yes, the anti -oscillation phase
cancelling system is not responding.

It's overrided. Reactor at 40%. It
should be higher.

Close enough for jazz.

Oh, minya balitspinya. I have to rest.

I feel like I'm 95 here.

Don't look a day over 80.

You meant countdown.

Ten, nine. Okay, where is it?

Maybe he's just fashionably late. Keep
going.

Four, three... Wait, stop the countdown.

Huh? Just do it.

What happened?

Remember what Ballard said about the
original gremlins back in World War II?

Huh? Yeah.

They didn't attack planes on the ground.
Only the ones in the sky, the ones that

were operational.

But the series is operational.

Not without a pilot on board. Look, so
far he's been toying with us. The big

kicks don't come until someone really
gets burned.

He needs bait.

Oh. Wait, wait, wait. You can't go in
the sphere with the hatch open. That's

crazy. Olga, we're trying to shot put a
time gremlin into a wormhole in outer

space. You want to define crazy?

Good point.

Look, after I lure him inside, I'm going
to get the hell out of there. Just be

ready with the auto -engage button.

I'm going to the flight deck.

What?

Well, it's nice to know you're going to
keep your figure.

Hey, you want some? Come here.

No, I'm fine. Keep it used.

If anybody moves, I'll kick your ass.

I need you all behind the guardrail.

You see anything yet?

I can barely see the good throat battle.
Sorry.

We better get this party started.

Mr. Parker?

He's not here.

Should I power down?

No.

This beer cuts the sink. If we don't
engage now, it will explode. Keep it

Olga.

Thank you.

Malibu? What time is it?

It's 8 .57.

You're kidding.

Oh, three minutes, we're screwed.

That little munchkin bastard did this,
didn't he?

Oh, yeah, sped up the time frame.

You wouldn't have another cell phone,
would you?

Not with me.

I didn't think so.

Keep an eye on this for me, would you?

Leonardo's interested, but he's not
interested interested.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey! Sorry.

I'm trying to make a deal here. Look,
pal, if I don't make this call right

we're both going to be doing a sequel to
The Little Mermaid.

Hello, operator?

Hello, Lace Lab. Oshima speaking.

NSA?

Well, put him through.

Hello?

Yes. Welcome.

Right away.

Start the countdown.

Five, four, detonation sequence, abort.

Oh, man.

You shooting a movie or something?

Yeah, very, very low budget.

What the hell, Parker? Did you hit the
junk jackpot? Lakers won big last night,

and so did I. Just sharing the wealth.

All right, thank you, Frank.

You're welcome. How sweet.

What's this?

A souvenir from the last timeline.

I love the story.

I'll explain later. Excuse me.

Something for the lovely young lady.

Well, thank you.

How did... I must have told you.

You went and grabbed 1986.

I still get points for the shirt,
though, right?

Right.

Frank, as long as I've got you here,
there's someone that I want you to meet.

Our new staff psychiatrist.

Oh!

Come on, Bradley, why do you even waste
the paint? None of them appreciate my

pain. They all just want to... Hi.

Hi. You must be Frank.

Uh, Dr. Manson?

Please, call me Lola.

Sure, absolutely.

Dr. Talmadge tells me that you have a
problem with psychiatrists.

Me? No, what?

Why didn't you say that, Bradley?

Well, I'm really looking forward to our
sessions.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, uh, next time you decide to go
strapless, get a Wonder Bar.

You know, you're probably going to find
him very challenging. I certainly have.

Oh, now, listen.

Will you excuse me a minute?

Sure.

How you doing, Frank?

Here, hold this.

Better now?

Thank you.

Uh, what was that all about?

Oh, that's nothing unusual around here.

Just good old Frank B. Parker.

I think you should get out while you
can.

Really. Save yourself.