All language subtitles for seven_days_s02e17_x-35_needs_changing

We have a device that can allow any one
human being back in time.

Hey, Mikey.

What's up, buddy?

Hi, Mr. Dodson.

Catch!

Oh, wow, man. What an arm. Keep it up.

Hey, sweetheart.

You know, that new foreman.

He's gonna work out after all. You ever
read about that guy?

You know, I, uh... Sylvia?

Sweetheart? Did you hear me?

I'm sorry, Mike. I keep trying not to
think about it.

I knew we should have never have done
it.

We didn't need the money that badly.

I carried that baby for nine months, and
now it's gone.

All we gotta do now is we gotta get on
with our lives.

Candy gram for Miss Vukovic.

What? Well, good morning to you, too.
I'm in the middle of somewhere.

Look. You know, I got a package for you.
Return address says it's from your

mother. Thank you.

So, uh, what do you think she sent you?

Cookies, holiday photos?

Sinatra, the capital years.

You're not going to leave until I open
it up, are you?

Bingo.

I like your work clothes. Thank you.

Oh,

my

God.

My mother.

Close your eyes, my little... What's
that word, darling?

It's a nursery rhyme. This book was mine
when I was a little girl.

She's trying to put babies on your
brain. Wants to know where her grandkids

She's good.

Okay, goodbye.

Kids, we've never explored that, you and
me. Your biological time clock must be

running on overdrive. Mr. Parker, your
attitude is not only insulting, it's

incorrect. Are you sure about that?

Positive. Besides, I already deal with
an infant every day.

You.

I'm hoping for some good news to take
back to the Pentagon, Doctor.

I finally unsplaced the gene that was
causing the rapid aging.

Excellent. And the cellular blueprint is
identical to specimens created by

natural means?

Down to the last chromosome.

My God. This is bigger than penicillin.

It's perfect.

It's precisely what we were hoping for.

He's gone.

X -35 is gone!

Oh, my God.

Let's get settled, people. There's no
time to waste.

Ramsey, put in that firehouse pole like
I... That'll do, Frank. Sit down.

Sir, what's wrong?

A top -secret government project, one
I've been morally opposed to since its

inception. Project X -35 has been
compromised.

X -35? Oh, is it the North Koreans? If
they get their hands on those toxins...

Not X -35 nerve gas, John. In this case,
X -35 is a baby.

A what?

This is going to sound incredible even
to all of you. A lab outside Chicago

brought a fertilized human egg to term.

And using a surrogate mother created a
baby with very special properties.

And that baby has been stolen.

Intel indicates a nurse at the lab was
involved. It's thought she disappeared

with him into Russia six days ago. Six
days. That's pretty old news.

Well, the secrecy of the project is of
the highest order.

The NSA thought they could retrieve X
-35 by conventional means, but Russia's

internal conflicts have made the whole
region a tangled, dangerous mess.

So the very special properties that baby
has must really be something. That

information is classified.

Well, the properties could be anything,
like resistance to disease, lifespan.

I must admit it does sound a bit morally
ambiguous, but scientifically I see the

reasoning behind it. Well, I'm glad
someone can.

Let's move, people.

This is the nurse who took X -35.

Because there's so little time, you'll
have to go straight to the lab and

the location.

We'll be contacting Dr.

Barristan Hahn. He's in charge of the
project.

Are you really okay with the fact that
they created a kid in a lab?

Well, it's a brave new world, Mr.
Parker.

It's here, whether we like it or not.

I suppose so, but making babies the old
-fashioned way, you just can't beat it.

Am I right?

You're right.

Good luck, Craig.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,

3, 2, 1.

Engage.

Frank Parker NSA.

There's been a security breach.

What? Yeah, it's about X -35.

Get Dr. Hahn.

Now. Hey, you have to wait here. No
time. Where's X -35? In there?

Yeah. No. Stop. Hey, stop.

I just checked. Let me find.

The airport.

Come on.

There she is.

It's okay. We're running today.

All right.

Put your hands where we can see them.

I said...

Well, whoever killed that nerd didn't
board any flights for Russia. At least

there's no record of an infant getting
on a plane headed there. Well, they

have flown anywhere and still reach
Russia eventually.

Based on your intel from the previous
timeline, the NSA wants us to

our efforts there.

Scavenger hunt in the middle of a
Russian winter.

Now, there's a good time waiting to
happen.

Don't remind me. I had almost 20 years
of those winters, and I still haven't

sold out.

No kidding.

We'll have to keep a low profile, so
we'll limit our team to two people.

Frank, you and Craig will leave at 0900.

I'll arrange with the State Department
to have someone get you through customs

and meet the proper authorities.

Is your Russian still up to par?

Sure, it's totally podlet.

You just said that's totally swine.

No, I didn't.

I'll go. It would be better, perhaps, if
you accompanied Frank to Moscow.

He clearly needs an interpreter. Oh, no,
Bradley, please.

I'm sorry. There's no time to argue.
Pack your bags.

I don't understand why you're so angry.

Because we both know you speak Russian
perfectly well.

Come on, it'll be a great getaway
weekend. We'll have fun.

Could you repeat that? My Russian's a
little rusty.

You know I said both.

Hmm.

So, Bukovic, how does it feel to be back
in your old hometown?

Cold.

Very, very cold.

Now, the man you're going to want to
talk to is a Major Markovsky.

He's head of the KGB, although now, of
course, it's called the FSB. I rose by

any other name.

I can tell you this, Mr. Parker.

There's very little that goes on in
Russia that Markovsky does not have his

finger on.

This building's just a few blocks away.

I'll walk you over.

Sergeant, we're walking over to FSB
headquarters. I want an escort, please.

Yes, sir.

Booyah! An escort to walk a couple of
blocks?

Mr. Parker, Moscow these days is kind of
like the old Wild West, only a lot

wilder.

Think they understand gang signs,
Corporal? No doubt.

They get it, sir.

I bet they do.

How the devil are you? I'm just fine,
Major, just fine.

Frank Parker, Oda Vukovic, Major
Vladimir Markovsky.

Any friend of Charlie's is a friend of
mine. Please, sit down.

Well, the building looks about the same
as when it was the KGB.

You've been here before, Mr. Parker.

Not through the front door.

Don't worry.

It's been over a decade since they let
me torture an American.

Now.

Seriously, this project is much a
concern in my country as it is in yours.

So you'll be joining us then?

If only I could.

I don't even have an agent to send with
you.

The war in Chechnya.

Things are chaotic at best right now.

Those who left to live in more stable
nations can only guess at the extent of

our problem.

However, I still have a few teeth left
in my head.

Only yesterday, one of my field agents
reported seeing a small child in a local

inn in Kamyshev in northern Chechnya.

We think it might be your X -35.

Major, can we talk to your field agent?

It's not possible.

My agent met with an untimely end, I'm
afraid.

So how soon can you get me there?

That area of Chechnya is a war zone.

There are looters, armed insurgents,
even Latinites.

I will provide the vehicle for you.

Anything else you need, I will do my
utmost to be of service.

But please, my friends, you need to know
that very soon we'll be stepping up our

bombing campaign of that region, so my
advice to you is find this child and get

back as quickly as you can.

Charlie, you have lunch on time? Of
course, Major. How about Wednesday?

Wednesday. It's good.

Thank you.

As some of you know, I've been trying to
acquire the product of a secret U .S.

experiment. It will aid us tremendously
in our fight against the Russians.

At last, here, it is with great pride I
now show you the future hope

of the Chechen people.

I give you X -35.

How much further to Kamyshev?

And where the hell are the damn road
signs?

There are no road signs in Russia to
prevent invading armies from finding

way around.

Oh, it's working. Oh, look at that.

How do you put a heater in a jeep? No,
you have to be present or a commissar to

put a heater.

There's a farmhouse up there.

Oh, good. Let's go inside and ask for
directions.

Yeah.

Abandoned.

Most of the Chechens have become
refugees, I'm afraid.

Home sweet home.

Drop it.

Kamyshev, how far?

I say we play good cop, bad cop.

It's like this.

I get angry and pretend like I'm gonna
hurt him. Bad cop.

And then you step in. Forget it.

I know. Bad cop, good cop.

We've got Kojak here.

You do? Oh, God, Mr. Parker, it's too
cold for your Philly television game.

You're going to tell us everything you
know right here, right now.

I think you better tell us before she
shoots both of us.

Quit thinking back there.

You're good at this.

I had no intention of the gun going off.

Its trigger was a hare.

The trigger was a rabbit?

I think the expression is hare trigger,
Olga.

Shut up.

I'm not talking to you for the rest of
the trip.

Anyway, if what that guy said is true,
we should be getting pretty close to

end.

Colonel, no one doubts your leadership,
but...

The men are confused.

Why this baby is important to us?

This baby is important to the world.

The Americans surgically removed an egg
from their most brilliant female

scientist. The Ruski, they procured the
sperm from their most brilliant male

scientist.

They were genetically splited, resulting
in something astounding.

This child.

Possesses the greatest intellect on the
planet. Greater than Einstein.

Or that newcomer, Stephen Hawking.

But how can that help us now?

This war will not be won in a day or a
year.

We must have vision.

Our time will come.

They're bombing closer.

We must get him to the safety of the
Caucasus Mountains.

Gather his things and follow him. Yes,
sir.

I know.

Maybe that belongs to us.

Wait, what about food? What about
chuggies? What?

Chuggies, you know, those underwear
things. You mean diapers?

Yes, they must have supplies for it. Go
back and get them.

Are you kidding me?

It's a baby. We have to have supplies. I
know that much.

Go.

Now we're having fun.

Nothing a new engine wouldn't fix.

And those judging guys aren't gonna be
far behind.

We gotta keep moving.

For one moment, and you allow someone to
steal the child?

I don't know how it happened, Colonel,
but I saw these wrecks, they were

Then find them!

Even if you have to kill everyone
between here and Moscow, find them!

Yes, sir.

Go! Go at them!

And this is, uh, this is not the road we
came in on. We gotta stay off the main

highways, trust me.

No reception.

Maybe when we get closer to Moscow.

Olga, stop!

What?

Landmine.

Oh, my God.

I'll follow you.

Yeah.

He's making noises again. I think
there's something wrong.

What? You're asking me?

I don't know babies. You're the one with
the child.

Well, I wasn't around when Jimmy was
that age. Maybe it's, uh, I don't know,

or vapor lock or whatever they call it.
You're supposed to, uh, jiggle him.

Jiggle? Yeah.

Okay.

I don't think he likes it.

Well, you're doing it wrong.

Now look what you've done.

Yeah, it's always my fault.

He doesn't need changing.

Thank God.

Maybe we should feed him. Get the
bottle.

Tell me it's in there.

Only you would steal an empty bottle.

I didn't really have time to shop
around.

What are we going to do? I don't know,
but if you stop talking, I might be able

to think.

What?

Oh, no.

No, absolutely not.

It'll warm.

At least something in this country is...
It's all in the fingers.

Or so I've heard.

I want to do this.

Any

word

yet? No.

But every branch of our intelligence is
waiting and listening. So are the

Russians.

Making a baby in a lab.

Still keeps me up.

Understandable. But the more I think of
it, it may be a matter of survival for

the race.

How do you mean?

Well, with the unbridled advances in
computers and artificial intelligence,

may have to breed ourselves stronger,
smarter, better, just to keep up.

Well, that's what some people think.

Well, I, for one, hope you're wrong.

Here, here.

Your arm's getting tired.

I can carry him for a while if you want.
No, I'm okay.

You're so good. Are you full now?

Good little boy.

X -35.

You know something?

What?

We're going to have to give him a name.

Yeah, sure. Okay, come on.

Okay, he's a Russian baby.

Let's call him Boris.

He's just as much an American. I think
we should call him Elvis.

Oh, that's a ridiculous name. He doesn't
even look like Elvis.

Oh, Boris sounds like a 300 -pound
weightlifter. Oh, look. Now you've upset

again. What?

Defensive. You have to be nice.

Damn, they're back.

Get behind those trees.

Quick.

Quick. Oh, God. Do you think they saw
us?

There are more over there.

How much longer do you think?

I don't know. I wish I did.

How's he doing?

He's doing just fine.

Gotta tell you, Olga, you're a natural.

Well, he's a very sweet child.

I don't believe it.

Here, hold this.

If somebody up there likes us, I got
through to Markovsky.

Is he going to send someone to get us?
No, Olga, we're in a war zone.

I got directions. He's clearing the way
for us at the border.

All we got to do is get to that
checkpoint.

Thank God.

You know, I was just thinking, um... He
doesn't look much like a Boris to me.

Elvis?

What was I thinking?

Well, then maybe we could... I mean...

Maybe we could call him Francis.

Say what?

He seems like a Francis.

It'll be easy for us to remember.

I... I don't know what to say.

Well, then for once, say nothing. It'll
only be till we... give him back.

Francis.

I like the sound of that.

Don't go for your gun.

Put your hands up.

NSA.

Thank you for babysitting.

I think you can be assured. We'll take
it from here.

No, no, he doesn't want to go with you.

You're hurting him.

Then take the woman too.

This one.

Take him over there, shoot him. We'll be
up ahead at the roadhouse.

Don't worry about me. You hang in there
and protect that kid, okay?

All right, all right. You got a train to
catch.

Down here?

All right.

I'm going.

Okay.

Where do you want me? Over here? This
way?

Or over here?

Don't play, huh?

Alright.

What is it?

Help me.

Hey, who's that?

Do you have a cigarette?

Better take good care of that child.

The baby cries, we make you cry. Is that
clear?

I said, is that clear?

Yes.

They'll never pay a ransom if that's
what you expect.

I don't expect a ransom.

I expect a genius who'll bring our
country out of the dark ages.

I know the truth about that child.

His father was Chechenians.

Andrei Kublov, a brilliant mind who had
the Russian bioweapons program.

One day, this child will lead our people
to complete victory over all the

nations.

Now... Change his diapers.

He stinks.

No! What's going on?

and we're glad to see you guys.

Passports.

Oh. Passports.

Oh, well, we kind of lost them. Look,
Major Markovsky called ahead.

okay. We've had no call.

Get out of the car.

Get out.

My friends.

My friends!

May I offer you a real ride?

Oh, God.

A car with a heater.

Mr. Parker?

Major, you've been meaning to ask, where
can I get one of those hats?

I'll see what I can do.

Very good.

I never thought I'd be happy to see this
city again.

There's no place like home, eh, Mrs.
Vukovich?

When we get to the U .S. Embassy, Major,
remind me to buy you a couple of shots

of Stoli.

Hey, uh, weren't we supposed to turn
back there?

Uh, that, uh, was the correct turn, Mr.
Parker.

We are not going to the U .S. Embassy.

This child now belongs to Russia.

I was hoping you would be resourceful
enough to find him for us.

I am so sick of people pointing guns at
me.

Come on.

Come on. Stop.

Stop.

Don't move.

Let them go, Major.

They're American citizens.

Yes, they are.

But they're not on embassy grounds.
They're on Russian soil.

Don't!

You'd make it, but you'd all be dead
when you got there.

Sir!

Major, I don't think you've met Lance
Corporal Footy Ray Moore before. He's

Detroit.

Tell me, Corporal, what side of the line
do you think they're on?

Our side.

See, the Corporal here had a few
problems before becoming a Marine.

Extremely high -strung. Now, I'm going
to tell him.

that it is perfectly okay to shoot you
if you try and leave here with anyone.

I really am, Major.

You know that I am within my legal
rights. Somehow I don't think legal

meant very much to Pootie Ray before.

Take the child.

Give me back my baby!

Well, Major.

Lunch on Wednesday?

Of course, my old friend.

Lunch. On Wednesday.

What?

Mr.

Parker? Mr. Bukovic?

Welcome to America.

Welcome to America. You hear that,
Francis?

Yes, I did.

I was talking to the baby.

Speaking on behalf of the scientific
community, no, the whole world, we owe

and Ms. Vukovic a huge debt of
gratitude.

Yeah, fine.

Ms. Vukovic does seem to be running a
little late, though.

Try her phone again. It's not like I'm
going to be late.

I thought maybe I'd find you here.

Frank.

I can't give him up. Not in that lab.

Olga.

You know the kind of life you'll have.

It'll be like prison. He doesn't deserve
that.

I know, but... You can't keep him.

I never expected it.

To have these kinds of feelings.

Look at me, I'm a wreck.

Far from it.

Help me, please.

Every child needs a mother and father.

Please.

Being raised as an orphan, I can't say I
disagree with you.

Come on.

Well, they seem like nice people, on
paper anyway.

Let's meet, shall we?

Michael Dodson?

Yes. We're with the NSA.

Your wife took part in a government
project not so long ago.

Is she home?

Come in, come in, please, please, come
in.

Sylvia!

Oh, my God.

Is that... Does not... Is that my baby?

I thought you'd like to meet him.

Before we bring him back to the
program... No.

No, Mike, do something. We made a big
mistake.

I haven't slept since we got involved in
this.

We'll give the money back, all right? I
won't give him up.

Not ever again.

Actually, that's what we wanted to hear.

The authorities aren't going to be too
happy about this.

You're going to have to move, change
your names, etc.

We can help you with that.

Anything we have to do.

This is our child.

What name was chosen for him?

Oh, it's... It's... It's something we
think you should decide.

This book.

I'd like him to have it.

Is that... Is that Russian? We don't...
We don't speak Russian.

That doesn't matter.

Maybe someday you can tell him.

Tell him it's from... His godmother.

Sure, I will.

Thank you.

He's a very good baby, really.

No trouble at all.

Well, we're going to have to come up
with one hell of a story about what

happened. How's this?

He was kidnapped again by bold Russian
agents. Or maybe it was the Red Chinese.

Sent a team of operatives to, uh... Nah.

We're not the North Koreans.

They've been on the paper a lot lately.

You don't buy that.

Close your eyes