All language subtitles for seven_days_s03e06_deloris_demands

Ever wish you could live your last week
all over again?

Well, my name's Frank P. Parker, and I
do it all the time.

I work for a secret government project
experimenting in time travel.

When things really get screwed up, I'm
the guinea pig they send back to take

care of it.

That is,

I can only go back seven days.

How can she do that to him, for God's
sakes?

Mr. Ramsey?

Yeah?

There's another one of those calls for
Parker on line one, sir.

Oh, not her again.

God.

Patch her through.

Go ahead.

Frankie.

No, it's not Frankie.

Thought I told you not to call here
again, Dolores.

Look, Squeaky, go pedal crazy somewhere
else, okay? We're all full up around

here. If Frank doesn't talk to me, the
little birdies are going to fall from

sky, and it will be a very sad... Bitch.

Let me get that for you.

Spinach salad, a little couscous.

Couscous. You know, I can't remember the
last time someone made me a home

-cooked meal, Mr. Parker. I'm impressed.

I wouldn't do it for just anybody.

I also got this bottle of 1967... Hey,
lover boy.

How about doing us a favor and stop
giving out top -secret phone numbers

bimbo you meet? What the hell are you
talking about?

Thought I told you not to call here
again, Dolores.

You worthless redneck.

Frank's ignoring me.

You know, you're all alike. You just,
you nothing.

I don't know any Dolores and I'm busy
right now, okay?

Oh, well, I'm sure you found somewhere
for her in your schedule of Duncan the

Butchery. Olga, I... I hope she likes
couscous.

You like couscous?

What's couscous?

Sir, she's on the line again.

We'll be right there.

Come on, Frankie.

Let's put an end to this once and for
all.

She's on the line, too. Find out where
it's coming from.

Dolores! This is beginning to irritate
me. Put me through to Frank Parker now.

Let me ask you something, Dolores. Is
being a whack job your occupation or

a little hobby?

Don't toy with me, Nathan.

But you know my name.

Oh, I know more than you think. You have
no idea who you're messing with.

Well, we're all shaking in our boots
down here, Dolores, but you know what?

You're in luck because your favorite
nutcase just walked in and he'd like to

hi.

This is Parker.

What are you talking about? I don't know
you.

How could you say that after what you've
done to me?

Look, I'm going to cut to the chase. I
don't know who you are or how the hell

you got this number, but... Frank, if
you'll just listen to me. But you better

stop calling here. Leave me alone,
Dolores. You're not wanted here.

What the hell are you doing?

She was annoying me.

God. Got it.

Where? According to this, a payphone at
the Eldorado Casino in Vegas.

Oh, talk about your needle in a
haystack.

I keep telling you, I don't know anyone
by the name of Dolores.

Well, she knows you, heartbreaker.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

Yes? Secure call, sir. Put him through.

This is McMahon.

This is Agent Frank B. Parker, National
Security Agency, ID number 378349081.

Yes, Agent Parker. What can we do for
you?

The NSA will be running a test shortly
at Groom Lake in Nevada.

Control centers in the West may
experience a millisecond disturbance on

radar screens.

You people aren't giving us much time.

We apologize.

It's for security reasons, sir. How long
do we have?

Less than a minute.

Notify all other West Region ATCs who
are about to take a millisecond power

in your screens.

Courtesy of Uncle Sam.

Hello, Houston. Call in to HQ. You're
going to experience a small hit in 30

seconds.

Hello, Dallas. Call in to HQ. You're
going to experience a small hit in 30

seconds. Crack that.

Go in there, 367.

Turn left to 330.

Climb and maintain 27 ,000. Roger that.

KLM 686.

Turn right to 1 -6 -0, descend to 2 -2
-thousand.

What's going on?

My screen's gone blank. I got two planes
crossing the same section.

Where did he get that?

It was only supposed to be a millisecond
disturbance.

Tell that to the families of the people
who used to be on my screen.

Get me Washington.

More on the air traffic control
disaster. Fire and rescue teams, along

the National Safety Board, continue to
comb crash sites throughout the western

United States, searching for survivors.

The tally is still coming in, but at
least 36 jetliner and private aircraft

accidents have been confirmed.

Thousands are presumed dead or missing.

And we've got some late -breaking news.

Unnamed sources from the FAA have
implicated the National Security Agency

the air traffic shutdown.

Where the hell did they get that? This
event was tied to a top -secret program

at Groom Dry Lake, Nevada, also known as
Area 51.

We'll have more on this story as it
continues. Sounds like you got a leak

big guy.

How did that happen, Nate?

It wasn't one of my people.

You're the one giving out your phone
number to every Betty you mount. Look,

chickenhead, if I told you once, I told
you a thousand times. I don't know

anyone by the name of Dolores.

We're backstabbing, right?

Frank, I have to ask you this question.

Sure.

Did you make a call to the FAA in the
last 24 hours?

No. Why?

What is it, Bradley?

The NSA will be running a test shortly
at Groom Lake in Nevada.

Control centers in the West may
experience a millisecond disturbance on

radar screens.

You people aren't giving us much time.

We apologize. It's for security reasons,
sir.

I didn't make that call. That's not me.

I mean, it's my voice, but I never said
any of that.

Oh, it's just somebody that sounds
exactly like you. Shut up, Ramsey.

And somebody that happens to know your
confidential ID number and where you

work. Sure.

I've been ordered by the NSA to place
Frank under house arrest for

evaluation.

Come on, that's insane. What about the
back step?

Talmadge, put it through.

This is Frank Parker.

I want everyone to know that I'm
responsible for the FAA disaster.

Who the hell is this?

I told you I'd do it, Mr. Ramsey. Little
birdie who would fall from the sky.

But you just brushed me off like some
kind of lunatic.

This is Bradley Talmadge.

Who are you, and what do you want?

All I wanted was to talk to Frank. He
hung up on me.

Told me I wasn't wanted.

You're there now, aren't you, Frank?

Yeah, I'm here.

Good. How does it feel to have everybody
think you're crazy?

I'm used to it.

Maybe you should have treated me with a
little more respect, huh?

Uh, Dolores.

You've killed thousands of innocent
people.

That's right. And the FAA was just the
tip of the iceberg.

More people are going to die because of
what you've done to me.

Oh, Frank.

It's going to really suck to be you.

Well, I'm sure in light of this, the
panel will authorize a back step.

I've worked out a quick psychological
profile on Dolores.

Dad?

Caucasian. She's probably in her late
20s, early 30s. Obviously highly

intelligent. Obviously a troll freak.

She may have been raised by an abusive
parent. Could be a smoker.

That's it. Can't trust those smokers.

When's the first time she called?

Exactly a week ago. She should phone in
very soon after you arrive.

I know it goes without saying, but be
careful how you handle her.

I know. Gotta keep those birdies up
where they belong.

Good luck, Frank.

Anti -oscillation phase canceling on.

Reactor at 90%. 110.

Final control activated.

End game.

Ramsey, listen.

What? Any minute now, a crazy woman
named Dolores is going to call for me.

don't blow her off. It's important I
talk to her. So what, are we back

now so that you can make up with chicks
you banged from the Manson family?

Shut up, will you? This is serious.
She's a complete psychopath.

She'll be calling from the El Dorado
Hotel in Vegas.

I already got Owsley setting up a trace.
As soon as she calls, have a team ready

to nail her.

She's on line four.

Everything set?

Let her rip.

Dolores?

Frank, is that you?

Yeah, it's me.

You really hurt me, Frank. You know
that?

I don't understand.

I mean, you're obviously upset about
something I did to you. She's at the El

Dorado in Vegas, a phone bank near the
Southwest entrance. Well, I'm not

it. I'm just trying to... Mr.

Ramsey, let's get a team together. No,
wait.

What? Hold on.

It's a bounce. She's in Manhattan.

What? You don't remember me, do you?

Yeah, sure I do. No, wait, wait. Now
she's in Frankfurt. No.

Listen, Dolores.

Bangkok. Whatever I did, I never meant
to hurt you, and I'm going to do

everything I can to make it up to you,
okay?

It's on Columbus Street.

Sure, I can do that.

And I know what you're thinking.

You better come alone.

If I so much as suspect you've got
friends around, little birdies are going

fall from the sky.

You have three hours.

Did you get that scooter?

The signal's bouncing up every satellite
in the universe. She's accessing too

many channels for us to put a trace on.

I have the jets standing by.

Looks like you're going to San
Francisco.

Evening, fellas.

I'm sorry.

Dolores? No. Next time.

Get a beer, a bottle.

You wouldn't have to be divorced, would
you?

Keep the change. Thanks, man.

That was one of my better qualities.

You said you were going to be here.

I thought it would be more fun if we
played a game.

It's called Dolores Demand.

I tell you what to do, and you do it.

Well, it doesn't sound like much fun to
me. What if I don't want to play?

Look out the window, Greg.

See that stoplight?

Yeah.

If you don't do what I tell you to,
there will be hell to pay.

Ready to play?

Uh, look, you're obviously getting some
kind of kick out of this. What do I get?

What do you get?

Well, I do something for you. You got to
do something for me.

And what would that be?

A question.

I get to ask you a question every time I
do something for you.

All right.

Good.

Then let the games begin.

Okay. Take your NSA ID and drop it in
the trash can.

Your gun. Okay.

I've done it.

No, you haven't.

Yeah. That's better.

Good, Frank.

Thank you. And also... The one from your
ankle holster.

Good.

Now, you see that woman with the orange
top at the bar?

Yes, sort of impossible to miss.

Well, you're a big lady man, right?

Here's what I want you to do.

Can I help you?

Yeah, uh, look, I'm an agent with the
NSA.

I'm not an actor.

No, I'm not that kind of an agent.

Look, I want to apologize for what I'm
about to do and thank you in advance

because it's probably going to stop a
car accident.

The best pick -up lines are brief.

We're going to be full of that.

That's a new one.

I was just leaving anyway.

Very

funny,

Dolores.

You could use a little work on your
moves there, Casanova.

So I get a question now, right?

Is your name really Dolores?

Yes. Dolores what?

Ah, sorry. That's two questions.

But you know what? You've been such a
good boy that I think you deserve a

present. Why don't you look in the
garbage can?

Bye.

Here you are, Dolores.

You better make a run for it.

Why?

Not

bad,

Frank. Quick thinking.

Now, for your next location.

Isn't this an invasion of privacy?

Yep.

Isn't it fun?

Talmadge wants us to look for any clue
that might help us figure out who this

freak Dolores is.

Like what?

Oh, you know, cards, letters, naked
photos.

Oh, please.

Ha -ha!

Got some, y 'all.

Bingo.

Letters from Father Kelly.

Hey, they picked us from Jim.

Did we be doing this?

Oh, yeah. This is standard protocol in
situations like this.

Good God.

Oh, yeah, Bambi.

That girl can show enough twirl and
tassel.

Shouldn't we be focusing on what we're
doing here?

Yeah, yeah, I'll put that away.

So do you think there's anything here
about me?

Don't look like it.

Yeah, I'm shaking in my boots, Dolores.

So why am I here?

Okay, well, turn a little bit to your
left and look up.

You see that? See that little box
hanging on the wire?

Yeah. What is it?

It's a PDA with a map to your next
location.

Well, how the hell am I supposed to get
it?

That's for you to figure out.

You've got three minutes.

You know what, Dolores? This is getting
kind of boring. Frank, look behind you.

I can shut off the power.

Fire stations, 911 centers.

Do you really want that on your
conscience?

Ready?

How do I know this isn't a live wire?

Yeah, well, I guess you're just going to
have to trust me. Oh, great.

incredibly high tolerance for pain.

When did we... No.

How do you know me?

Let's just say it all started when I
spotted you from a distance. We were

passing in the night.

That's not good enough, Dolores.

Well, that's all you're getting for now.

You've got 15 minutes to get to your
next location.

Better get moving.

Dolores.

I'm at a bookstore.

That's it?

What am I supposed to do here?

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. You probably
don't know what a book is, do you?

Dolores! There's a key hidden inside one
of them. Which one?

Oh, come on, Frank. That'd be too easy.

You have two minutes to find it or I'll
shut off power to the entire city.

That's right, Frank. Hurry.

When the lights go out, all the
communications will be crippled.

Hospital emergency rooms will be
affected.

life support might be in trouble.

Bay Area Rapid Transit will lose all
power.

Just think, Frankie, all those lives
hanging in the balance, and only you can

find the key to unlocking this dilemma.

Dolores, this is insane. There's got to
be over a thousand books here.

Yeah, well, that's the shape of things
to come.

Shape of things to come.

See, everything's together. I'm gonna
move with that.

H .G. Wells.

Son of a bitch.

H .G. Wells. Ten seconds. Huh?

Huh? You need some work with me, huh?

I know what you do.

I know all about Project Backstep.

And if you don't do everything I tell
you to, the whole world will know about

too. Quite the conundrum, huh, Frank?

Okay, so now you know what I do. How
much longer are we going to play this

stupid game, huh?

Frankie, dear, fret not.

You're proving yourself to me with each
step.

The key is for the lock.

What lock?

That's my ride?

Check your PDA for your next location.

Okay. Now for my next question.

How exactly did I hurt you, Dolores?

You took something that was very
important, to be frank, and it broke my

Okay. You have five minutes.

See you at your next location.

Dolores.

Dolores.

Conundrum. Did you get the bits? No, not
yet. Well, why the hell not?

Shut up, Ramsey.

Frank, are you all right?

Yeah. I mean, no, Dolores has put me
through absolute hell. But listen, we've

got a much bigger problem. She knows
about Backstep. She even knows I'm a

chrononaut.

She seems to know a lot about me, but
I'm not convinced we've ever met.

Is there any woman who's been in the
program who might be behind this?

None that I can think of.

Run a check on every woman who's been
involved with Backstep.

Yes, sir.

Frank, I'm sending Craig to you with
backup.

No. No, Dolores wants me on my own.

Judging by her track record, I wouldn't
recommend taking her off any more than

she already is.

Is this her track, Frank?

Well, if it is, she's taking her sweet
time getting down to it.

I gotta go.

Oh, yeah, about as much fun as a car
accident.

Well,

the game's almost over, Mr. Crononaut.

Do you hear that?

Sounds like a rowdy bunch. What do you
want me to do, a little karaoke for

There's no place for a lady.

Very good, Dolores. So you figured out I
used to be an amateur boxer.

Actually, I didn't. I just wanted to see
you get the crap beat out of you.

You're going to pick a fight with
Fearless and knock him out.

No, I'm not.

You know what I'm capable of.

If you don't, little birdies will fall.

You're killing me, Dolores.

Just killing me.

Yes indeed, yes indeed.

You heard the man.

Who's gonna be next up in the cage, huh?

Don't be shy.

You gotta lose.

Your life.

Evening, fellas.

Uh -uh.

Oh, hell no.

I think you on the wrong block.

No, correction.

I know you on the wrong block.

This ain't no sandbox.

I smell pork.

No, no, no. I'm not a cop. Look, boy.

You ain't got no business here.

What? Afraid I'll kick your ass?

You gonna kick my ass.

Beat his ass and get him up out of here.
We can go back to business.

My time is money.

You whole world hurt, little man.

Oh, your mama don't think I'm so little.

Think what?

Your mama.

In bed?

Last night?

Okay. All right. Here we go.

I must walk.

I bet that's smart, Frank.

Lawrence, I'm going to get you.

What'd you say?

Aim to please.

Now I get another question.

Who won the 1988 World Series?

What?

Come on.

Who won the 1988 World Series?

The Dodgers.

Very good.

Now I'm the one who's impressed.

Frank Parker?

Yeah? I'm here to pick you up.

Pretty rough neighborhood, fella.

You're lucky your girlfriend called a
taxi for you.

She did, huh?

Where are we going?

About a mile off.

Better neighborhood?

Not really.

I didn't think so.

Hey, I don't allow passengers in the
front seat.

Piss you off.

It's cool. Hey, hey, where are you
going?

Hi again.

All right, Dolores, I'm driving.

Where am I going?

Stealing a cab.

Now you're turning into a thief.

I'm getting tired of this game.

Well, playtime's almost over. Stay on
Van Ness until you hit market.

It's the third building on the south
side.

Suppose I just take this cab to the
airport and go home.

No, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Is that right?

Think about it, Frankie.

Just six months before your first launch
date, you'll never see the dream become

reality.

Renundrum, sir.

Frank? Listen, things aren't adding up.

First off, I don't think Dolores is a
woman.

Why do you say that?

Because I've never met a woman in my
life who can tell me who won the 1988

Series.

Look, in the last timeline, Dolores
sampled my voice.

I think what I'm hearing isn't her real
voice.

It's certainly possible.

Second, she thinks Backstab isn't
operational yet.

What exactly did she say?

She thinks it won't be ready for another
six months.

Anyway, that's all I got for now.

I'm pulling up to my next location. I'll
call you later.

Andrew, access the recording of the
phone call we tried to trace.

Voice analysis on Dolores?

Go for it.

I have a hunch.

Let's see where it takes us.

Little birdies are gonna fall from the
sky.

Little birdies are gonna fall from the
sky.

Little birdies are gonna fall from the
sky.

I know who that is.

Dean Loris.

He was the original software engineer
for Operation Backstep.

But a very troubled soul.

Quite unstable.

Prone to fit survival.

Now, calm down. I have asked you to calm
down. I've taken my back from you. I've

dedicated my life to this project.

When he finished his work, he assumed
that he would be the world's first time

traveler. And when I explained to him,
there was no possibility of that.

It must have pushed him over the edge.

By the time we got them, he'd gone on a

murderous rampage. We found him
barricaded in his hangar.

He's placed in a psychiatric hospital
where he's supposed to remain the rest

his life. If Loras is out, he's capable
of anything.

Getting soft on me, Dolores?

That's right, sweetie.

I'm getting all tingly inside.

Don't keep me waiting.

Bradley, I'm on the fourth floor of a
building at 1704 Market.

You were right.

Dolores is not a woman. His name is Dean
Loris. He was a member of the original

backstep team. He had a breakdown when
he found out he was never going to

qualify to be a chrononaut.

Toss the gun away.

Now.

And the phone.

Call's over.

Bradley, uh, hang on a second, will you?
What is it, Frank?

Is he there?

Frank?

Dean Loris?

It's your mother. She wants you to stop
this foolishness and come home.

Very good, Frank.

Get rid of the gun. I still have control
of the city's power grids.

Sorry, Bradley. I gotta go.

Dean's getting a little cranky.

You're much more capable than I thought
you'd be.

What'd you expect?

I expected you to die.

And if not that, at least that you'd be
crawling on your hands and knees right

now, admitting that you don't have the
right stuff to backstep.

I'm the only one who was ever meant to
pilot that sphere.

That's what I tried to tell Isaac.

Believe me, I didn't volunteer for this
crap.

Shut up!

What gives someone like you the right to
change history?

Well, I've done it.

In fact, I did it to stop you.

Backstep?

That's right.

It works.

So if I press this button and all the
planes go down?

I just backstep and undo it.

And if you're dead?

There are others.

I don't believe you.

But what is it that you want?

I want you to jump, you son of a bitch.

You took my dream away.

That's it?

You just want me to jump?

What did I say?

But only if you promise to stop this
nonsense.

I am a man of my word. I'm like so many
liars in this world today.

God, I love you.

Not as much as I love that shirt.

Grab it.

You were the better man.

I just wanted to say that I feel really
bad that we had to go through your

personal belongings. I hope you're not
offended.

It's funny, I was just about to ask you
the same thing.

Oh, I've seen souvenirs before.

That's not what I meant.

You meant because there was nothing
about me in your little box? I was

relieved, to be quite honest.

Okay, if you say so.

I leave you with your memories.