All language subtitles for seven_days_s03e13_the_first_freshman

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

Well, my name's Frank V. 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.

Patch is, I can only go back seven days.

You know, it's crazy, but I'm telling
you, this dog loves rapping.

Hey, Fred!

Jimmy!

How's our golden boy?

He's chomping at the bit.

Is he okay?

Sure, sure, sure. He just likes to chill
out a little before a big race. Must be

dreaming about all that money out there,
eh, sports?

Hey, I had him on a secret training run
yesterday.

He broke the course record by four
-tenths of a second.

Four -tenths.

Now I'm getting 20 % for the tip, right?

Absolutely.

So, uh, how much you play?

Ten large.

Ten? Seven to one. You do the math.

Can I talk to my parents for a minute?
What? You mean to tell me you had me

sneak you off base so you could put $10
,000 on Cujo's idiot cousin? Relax, will

you? Hey, Jimmy, tell my buddy here
Spark's secret of success.

Oh.

He's the same one as Frank's, I'd say.
He's got a touch of wolf in him.

You sure you don't want in on this?

Parker!

Now, now, fellas, my race is coming up,
okay? Go, Parker.

Lay the battle. Cut you in third
percent. 50.

40. 50. 30.

50, Frank. 40, and that's it. 50.

45. 45.

Bingo. See if we can wake Cujo up.

Show me the green, baby.

There it is.

What?

Your wolf dog jumped the tracks of the
clubhouse turn. They found him two miles

away trying to hump a cow.

You know, Frank, man, you ought to be
grateful to keep you on such a short

sometimes. You know what I'm saying?

It kind of protects you from yourself.

It's like a mom picking out my clothes.
I look like sorority Barbie.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I understand.

I'm getting my belly button pierced.

Your little escapade's already made it
onto over a dozen Internet sites thanks

to campus security cameras.

Hmm. I'll get through fast.

So does your father.

My replacement will be here tomorrow.

Hooray. The wicked witch is dead.

Now, you listen to me, miss.

I've guarded emissaries in the Middle
East during the Gulf War. I don't

appreciate being released. Oh, you
wanted to say it, don't you? Go on, call

bitch. At least if you're being honest.

10 .48. Time for class.

Oh, and by the way, your father's
ordered two weeks of restricted

Classes, the library, and official
functions. That's it.

I'm grounded?

They can't ground me!

Your father's the president, Miss. He
can ground the Marines if he wants to.

Yeah, well, he just lost my vote.

I love this job.

No, hold it right there.

I thought this would give us a little
chance to practice our surveillance

enhancement. Brains, power,
sophistication.

A body built for sin.

Well, it's no wonder Didi was voted best
fantasy babe on E -Geek.

Mr. Ramsey, I was just going over some
of the... Dr.

Vukovic, we were just testing out some
of the new equipment.

Well, please, carry on with what you
were doing. I'm sure this has some

professional value to it.

Actually, the official DD websites have
gotten over a million hits in the last

four hours. You should see the postings.

Mostly proposals of marriage or illicit
weekend rendezvous, but about 16 % were

actual death threats.

I guess people just don't appreciate the
spirit of youthful rebellion.

Well, that's why they call it liberal
education. But somebody needs to tell

kid that she really should watch her
ass.

Step.

Right.

I try to have a little harmless fun and
you nail me to the floor.

Look, darling, when other kids streak,
no one cares. But when you do it, it

up on the front page of every newspaper
in the free world.

Now, that's one kind of exposure neither
one of us needs.

Wherever oppression reigns, people of
conscience are called to act of civil

disobedience.

Don't bring Gandhi into this. It cheats.

You're my... What is it now?

Yes?

God, I am sick to my... Eyeballs of the
NRA's belly aching.

I don't know, Ed. What do you think?

Dad, just tell them Jefferson and Adams
never heard of automatic assault

weapons. And if they had, they would
have banned the damn thing, too.

Huh?

Oh, that's my daughter.

Yeah, well, she's got a point.

All right, Ed. If you think it'll work,
go with it.

Yeah, thanks.

You just influenced federal policy,
sweetie.

I don't want to influence policy.

I just want a normal life.

Now, look, I'm not going to be president
forever, honey.

So maybe you could ride this out with
just a little decorum.

Your father's speech tonight was so
inspiring.

It really made us feel the importance of
communicating with our children more.

You are such a fortunate young lady.

Oh, I know. Thank you.

My dear, I wonder if you might talk to
your father about a little problem I'm

having with the IRS.

Could you excuse me for a moment,
please?

Of course. Thank you.

You know, Esther, it's your last night
on the job. What do you say we just

forget about the rules and get
plastered?

Yeah, I didn't think about that.

I can pee by myself. Not until I make
sure you're alone, miss.

Hey, Kenny, it's Didi.

He's been going to that rave tonight.

Can you meet me somewhere?

If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna go
nuts.

Miss? Miss Maxwell!

You are so hot.

I've made a major decision.

Should we alert the press corps? Uh -uh.

I'm sick of being the only 19 -year -old
virgin left in this great land of ours.

So as the first daughter, I hereby issue
you an executive order to rectify this

unfortunate situation. Oh, well.

For the good of the country.

If called upon, I will serve.

I'll go freshen up.

You're in.

You're just in. You're damn right. And
hey, when Dee Dee's have first taste of

the man, and she's begging for more, I'm
going to make sure she has Daddy find

us a couple killer positions on the
freaking White House. Nice. Nice.

Going to be cruising all the way to the
Oval Office. Hey, you got that right, my

friend.

Dee Dee. Dee Dee. Wait, wait, wait,
wait. Get away from me.

What you heard.

That was just Guy Cog. My God, does
everyone on the planet want to use me?

make me sick.

Go after her, okay? What am I supposed
to say? Just apologize your ass off.

future's riding on this. Come on.

Put there.

Since the funeral of his daughter, a
grief -stricken President Maxwell

sequestered without comment in the White
House, despite an escalating series of

international crises, most, if not all,
apparently triggered by his fragile

mental state.

Anti -American terrorists have increased
their activity worldwide, and with the

president unwilling or unable to
respond, the growing chorus of

voices question the president's
competence to lead and are calling for

step down. It's a damn shame.

Any man that shut down for a while
having to face his daughter murdered.

Don't worry, Nate.

If I do my job, you won't have to.

Okay,

so far, 32 extremist groups have claimed
responsibility for Dee Dee's death.

Personally, I think it was the Secret
Service Day. Esther Sims.

What, she turned you down on the day of
the tight -ass camp, Ramsey?

No, her last job was guarding our
ambassador in Beirut.

She could have been turned, put on
Hussein or Bin Laden's payroll.

Plus, she just got canned from D .D.'s
security defense.

Wait, what are you saying? Hell hath no
fury like a Fed's scorn? Come on.

Her death may have been accidental.

Proxycology reports showed alcohol in
her bloodstream.

Had to be D .D.'s so -called boyfriend,
Kenny Stanton. I watched the FBI

videotape on him. He's kind of a lizard.

Why, she could have been mugged. It was
a tough neighborhood.

Well, I say Colonel Buster did it in the
library with a candlestick.

Well, whatever happened, it's not going
to happen again.

Just reported PDQ said that we can put
her on security lockdown.

Look, if she wasn't on such a short
leash in the first place, Ramsey, this

thing might not have happened. Can't
keep the kid penned up her whole life.

Maybe I should feel out the situation,
Bradley.

Look, we don't need you feeling out
anything, Parker, especially not the

president's daughter.

We'll have a good chance of catching our
killer, Frank, so check things out, but

don't put her at risk.

Got it, Bradley.

Five, four, three, two, one. Main
reactor at 100%.

Engage.

You're welcome.

So are you new to field credits, Frank?

I'm a returning student.

Oh, what are you returning from?

Life experience, I guess they call it.

Uh -huh.

Do you have a lot of life experience?

More than I'd like sometimes.

Too bad you're fed.

Excuse me?

I've grown up with you guys my whole
life. What are you, CIA, FBI?

NSA.

Yeah, of course. My dad sent you, didn't
he?

Not directly, but I'll be hanging around
for a while. I gotta make a phone call.

Don't go anywhere.

Do I have a choice?

No. Hey, Frank.

Why didn't you bust me?

Because I know what it feels like.

Let's try this again, Frank.

Well, in that field crest university,
listen, in the last timeline, D .D.

Maxwell was killed tonight.

The FBI had a lot of suspects, but
nothing solid, so I'm going to guard her

a while, make sure everything's okay.

It's a bad idea, sir. Just notify Secret
Service to up their security.

One of them may have done it, Dipwad. In
fact, you figured her for the prime

suspect.

Anyway, I need you to fix things with
the president, Bradley, and fast.

It's delicate, but I'll get it done.
Yeah, and Ramsey?

I need you to grab the campus security
tapes.

There's a little too much DD on them.

Roger that.

I need the White House chief of staff.

Miss Maxwell, aren't you supposed to
knock?

Well, when you decide to ditch security
and streak campus, protocol changes.

Who are you?

Frank Parker.

NSA special assignment.

I'll be taking over for a while.

Over my dead body.

Yeah, Sims.

Yes, sir.

We'll comply at once, sir.

What the hell is this all about, Parker?

Sorry, I need to know bases only.

See ya.

So wait, you're my bodyguard now?

All right!

Now you want to cut my clout?

Sure, why not?

Might as well start off in the right
foot.

What's that about?

Oh, that?

That's the Fieldcrest version of the
Mile High Club.

When the sun's crooked, anatomy classes
in session.

I guess anatomy's a popular course.

I wouldn't know. Hey, beautiful.

Oh, hey, Kenny.

Rick. Hey, Didi.

So you got yourself a new guard dog?

Yep. If you're not nice to me, I'm gonna
stick him on you. Hey, I always wanted

to treat you right.

Can't you stand him, right?

Yeah, how'd you know?

I do my own work.

Frank Parker.

Hey.

Rick Hedstrom.

How are you?

Listen, Dee Dee, I don't suppose that
Kojak over here would let you go to the

rave with me tonight, huh?

You'd be correct.

She's busy.

Yeah, Frank's taking me up to the
storage room.

What? I don't believe everything you
hear, Junior.

You know, maybe you should speak when
you're spoken to like the handbook says,

all right?

Actually, I don't think the handbook
applies to me.

Whatever. Listen, Dee Dee, you want to
go grab some lunch? We can go to the

and get some tea. You know, Kitty,
something kind of came up.

Maybe another time.

Sure, I guess so.

I'll see you later, okay?

Guess so.

So, hang out with Biff much?

We study sometimes, go to movies.

He's a climber, but he's all right.

Why? He's jealous.

Leave that guy. Don't worry about him.

We're hosting the Pan -Asian Council's
national meeting in April, and since

father's been so active in Asian
affairs, we hoped you might be our

speaker. Sorry, my calendar's completely
jammed.

I know that's what your press agent
said. It's right here at Fieldcrest.

I'm really supposed to keep my campus
and my public life separate.

I understand.

Thanks anyway.

No cream, no sugar?

Why, thank you.

Sure like to stare, don't they?

Might as well be in the National Zoo.

Any of them ever give you a hard time?

Don't be such a fag. They go off, but
they're harmless.

I was just going to ask if she'd
autograph this for my son.

Well, don't reach into your pocket like
that around her, okay?

Okay.

Sorry, miss. No, it's okay.

I'm not supposed to give autographs
anyway.

Really very sorry.

No, I can't. I can't. I'm sorry, all
right? Just please go away.

Oh, um, you dropped your student ID
card.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's cool.

I wouldn't want to be you.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Very irresponsible, Agent Parker.

Yeah, don't you love it?

You getting tired? Keep going. Okay.

Yeah! Now what do you hate, Dee Dee?

What? Come on, throw it. What do you
hate?

using it for your body. What else?

I hate that everyone stares if no one
sees me.

Screw them. What else?

And I hate that no one... What?

I can't.

Sure you can. You're doing great.

I hate that no one...

You're allowed to touch me.

This is what you want to do, huh?

Hey, you said I could pick, right?

Absolutely. It's just a little bit.

I'm sure it'll have nothing.

Two beers.

Thanks. Fine.

Can you mention the big rave tonight?

Are you going to take me?

I don't think your father likes being
stood up somehow.

Who goes to those things anyway?

Are you kidding?

Everybody. But me.

You ever get out of hand? You know,
violent.

Oh, give me. Watch it, bitch. Hey, who
you calling a bitch?

You bitch.

No, no, ladies.

Come on, baby. Get the hell out of here.

I can't break this!

Actually, I'm a really good paparazzi.

Oh, yeah?

I'll see you again. I'll shove this up
your ass, though.

I get lost.

D .D.? D .D.? Hey!

You're paying for the damages.

How much?

Well, it's at least 300 bucks.

and be such a naughty bitch sometimes.

Yeah, but, uh, you gotta remember your
long -term goal, Kimbrough. The White

House doesn't come easy, man.

Hey, I wouldn't count on reaching it
through her. Hey, screw off.

You're a smart guy, Frank.

I like that.

Didi. Did you bring me those up?

I'm more of a Tolstoy guy.

You know French?

Some.

Temptations can be got rid of.

By yielding to them. Very cute. Come on,
let's go.

All right.

Enough of the games.

I'm like you, Dee Dee. I just... No.

I'm just another assignment to you,
aren't I?

Dee Dee.

Hands where we can see them, Parker.

Oh, man.

Recess is over, dude. Come on. Look, I
need to stay with her, Esther,

tonight. Oh, I'm sure you'd just love
that, Frank.

I'm under special orders, okay? So am I.

Keep you as far away from Miss Maxwell
as possible. Yeah, well, unless they

from the president himself. Well, they
did.

And this is all over the internet.

The president is on his way here now.

Let's go.

That was a hell of a call, Ricky boy.

Yeah, I'd say Deedee's all yours again,
my friends.

You're done at Fieldcrest, Deedee.

You'll come back to the White House and
be tutored until I get you in a local

college next semester. And you will stay
in the White House till you graduate.

Or the next guy takes over.

Unless he agrees with my proposal to
lock you in the Nixon dungeon.

In which case you may never get out.

Hey, Kenny, it's Dee Dee.

You still want me to go to that rave?

Do you have sex with my daughter?

No, Mr. President, but... Dee Dee could
be in trouble, sir.

You better not mean... Yes.

No, not like that. Look...

I got strong intel that someone's out to
kill her.

Death threats aren't news, Parker. Dee
Dee gets a dozen a day.

Yeah, but in this case, we have people
who check into each one and manage to

keep their tongues to themselves while
doing it. Mr. President, I can explain

that. You helped me avoid that problem
with my shrink, so when the call came

that you needed to watch Dee Dee, I
didn't dig too deep.

But now I'm going to find out who the
hell you really are and who you really

work for.

Meanwhile, I want you on the next
transport out of town.

But, sir... Whatever danger you thought
Dee Dee might be in, the situation has

changed. She's going with me to the
White House tonight.

Sims? Yes, sir. Get him out of here.

Yes, sir.

If I were you, Parker, I'd be looking
for another line of work.

Can't we talk about this, Esther? No.

President wants you on a fast plane
home, and I'm more than happy to comply.

don't care what he said. Dee Dee could
still be in danger. You don't listen, do

you? She's going to the White House.

Okay, so she's going to be fine tonight.
Look, just do me a favor. Keep an eye

on Kenny Stanton. He could be the guy.

Kenny? Yeah.

I don't think so.

Yeah, Sims.

What do you mean she's gone?

Well, when?

mean she's gone well when how believe

sorry esther gotta go don't be stupid

parker that's what i do best you're not
gonna get away with this it's okay it's

okay i'm secret service i need the bike
sure whatever

You were so hot, baby.

You only knew.

I always knew you'd be wild without your
security around.

What are you going to do about it?

I'll go freshen up.

Kitty, bottom line here, you're in. You
are totally in. You're damn right. And

hey, once she's had her first taste of
the man... And she's begging for more.

And to make sure she has daddy get up, a
couple killer positions on the freaking

White House down there. Nine.

Petey, wait. Please, wait. I would never
let you touch me, Kenny. Why don't you

go screw yourself?

We're still in the fire. What is it?
We've got another suspect.

We just learned that a student named
Manuel Abogadro is the nephew of a

Colombian drug lord who's made public
threats against President Maxwell and

family. He could be the killer.

The guy's about 5 '11". Meet him, Bill.

I'm looking right at him.

Thanks, buddy.

Hey, hey, where's Dee Dee?

I don't know. She just ran off.

Hey! What is this?

Your uncle sent you on a little job,
Manuel?

What the hell are you talking about?

Enjoy.

Hey!

What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

Look, I know all about spin control,
Rick. It's not going to work. Come on,

don't understand.

Kenny really cares about you. All you
both care about is schmoozing my father.

All right, look.

Maybe we were hoping that you'd help us
out a little bit.

Come on, is that so bad?

It is when you try to use me.

Diddy, look.

I'm sorry, okay?

My grades, they aren't the greatest, all
right? I could really use a break.

Okay. Okay, uh, I won't tell my dad what
a lying ball you are. Now blow!

Who the hell do you think you are, huh?

April 16th, 7 p .m.

I'll be there.

Thank you, Didi.

Thank you so much.

That was nice of you to help her out.

Well, my dad let me stay here, and I'm
not going to be first daughter forever.

Might as well make the most of it.

Anyway, I really should get going.

Oh, do you have to?

I thought we might check out the storage
room.

You need a spanking.

Pardon me, I don't mean to intrude.

No, no, I was just leaving. Sorry again
about last night. Oh, please, don't

apologize. You saved Miss Maxwell's
life.

What I tried to tell you last night,
after seeing what those asses did, is

not everyone is like that.

Oh, that's very sweet, Manuel.

Thank you.

Well, I mean, now I must confess to you,
I've wanted to ask you out since the

first moment I saw you.

But I knew with my background, well...

Think of the scandal it would cause.

On the other hand, we might have a lot
of fun.

You know about the storage room? Excuse
me.

You'll have to undergo extensive
background checks, sir.

I'll try and make it as painless as
possible, Miss.

Esther's really good at her job, Venmo.

Except, I really wish you'd stop calling
me Miss.

Sure, Dee Dee.

It'll be my pleasure.

Good luck, Manuel.

Thank you. You're going to need it.

So long, Didi.

Esther, keep up the good work.

I'll miss you, Frank.

You too.

And if you ever back around here...
Yeah, I'll be sure to stay the hell out

your way.