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That mouth of yours only takes a
hole deep for everybody in here.

What, you think they're going to let
you out of here someday, young boy?

Because if you do, you're
exactly where you belong.

You're freaking crazy.

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Blyat! Idiot!

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Ready.

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The cops will come to your unit.

This is my unit.

Keep it tight.

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Come on, turn around.

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Go check it out.

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That's Saunders'
aviation airplane, isn't it?

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Where's Frank Saunders?

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Hey, kill that engine.

Where's Frank Saunders?

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Take him away.

Take him away!

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Laughter Laughter.

So, we start lobbing mortars over
the border from Kuwait into Iraq.

We started the whole
Iraqi move into Kuwait.

Me and six other guys.

No such opt ever occurred.

I was at the agency mission in
Tel Aviv and we would have known.

Yeah, well, needs no dip, boy.
You didn't have a need.

Laughter Walk you by this crap.

23 down, trepidation.

Dunno, fellas.
Never stationed in that part of the world.

Yeah, where were you stationed?

Parker, Frank B. Serial number 923-880-305.

Welcome to Boy Scout.

Took an oath, fellas.

Don't keep it for them, keep it for me.

Laughter Every day.

Same freaking thing. Reads a
letter, puts his face right in his food.

What's in that letter? Who's it from?

It's a good question. Paper's blank.

Laughter.

Crying Come on, it's all right.

You got sunshine?

It's all good.

Except you should flood them
underwater, you know that?

Whenever you guys got the guts.

Planet of the Apes.

They'll put us in isolation
till the end of the century.

Isn't a little meditative time
good for the cellular bar?

All right, screw it. I'm in.

Planet of the Apes.

Anybody else?

Attica. Attica. Attica. Attica. Attica.

Morning, boys.

Morning, Earth sunshine.

Stand.

And deliver.

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Quiet!

Shut up!

Hey, somebody's bombed the White House!

Blames.

The President and Vice
President were in that part

of the White House at
the time of the bombing,

attending a scheduled summit meeting with
Russian Head of State Rudolf Nuritsenko.

We'll now join Kerry Pfeffer awaiting
Presidential News Secretary Dolphin Phillips.

Kerry, are you there?

I'm here, Lena, and right
now details are sketchy at best.

As of yet, there's been no new comment
on the conditions of any... So what?

Who cares?

We gave this country everything we had.

What do we get in return?

This.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we regret to inform you that the President
and Vice President of the United States.

are dead from wounds
received in an explosion

occurring at 7.53 Eastern Standard
Time this morning at the White House.

We'll be boarding Air Force
One immediately, Mr. Speaker.

Why don't we go to the Pentagon?

We're not sure what's going on yet, sir.

For all we know, Washington
could be under siege.

Good Lord.

Nine. All level one.

Sources close to the
scene report that many

within a several block radius of
the blast... Speaker of the House, too.

Militia group? There's been a
lot of activity down there lately.

No, no, no. It's a foreign source.
It's got to be.

Sons of Saddam is my bet.

We have it. An amateur videotape
of the White House tragedy.

Is it up, Hal?

Okay, here it is.

That's the individual who made the tape.

A tourist, one Stephen A.
Potter of Freeholme, New Jersey.

And those are the missiles
we told you about earlier.

The ones fired from the White House roof.

They miss entirely.

They're cutting the
head off our government.

What a terrible shame.

This picture tells the awful story.

We've got to deploy and we have
to do it right now. We have no choice.

Unfortunately, it's not up to us.

It's up to them.

We'll bring you more
information as we proceed.

We have to present the
case calmly and clearly.

They'll be emotional.
They'll try to push us.

Dr.
Mentenor, I need your team's assistance.

Military intelligence
group is in full motion.

Correlating data from Langley and the FBI,
the Secret Service and the D.C. police.

We'll be cross-referencing
right up until the moment we go.

And the scientific group?

Sir, this comes at a bad time for us.

We're in the middle of modifications
and the device isn't ready.

And more than that, no one's been
trained to operate the new systems.

They haven't even been tested.

New candidates for the job
are being chosen as we speak.

Each will be a quick study and expendable.

Get the hardware ready.

What's wrong with you people?
Don't you get it?

Our national leadership's been wiped out.

Human events don't change
scientific fact, Mr. Ramsey.

Nor does human emotion.

We're not ready.

Mr. Talmadge, this woman is a defector.

No allegiance to anyone or anything.
She shouldn't even be allowed in this room.

Enough, Ramsey. Stop it.

Sir.

With each failure, we lose more of
the element needed to fuel the reactor.

So if we fail again, we may not
have enough left for another attempt.

Numbers give me numerical odds
for success or failure at this time.

Well, the odds for success are very low.
Five, seven percent at best.

The final decision as to
whether or not we go will be made

at the highest levels of the
National Security Agency.

But they will have that option.

Are we clear?

He has a nearly photographic memory.

Extensive background in
black ops all over the globe.

How crazy is he?

Crazy is a word I have difficulty with.

Well, let's cut the shrink wrap, doctor.
The man asked you how nuts he is.

Not as nuts as most of the men here.

He had a breakdown in Somalia,
tortured by a group of technicals there.

What did they do to him?

Put him in a metal box
in the sun for a week.

No food or water until he'd given them
the names of locals working for the agency.

How long before he folded?

He didn't.

Maybe he couldn't.

He didn't even know his own
name when they finally rescued him.

Pain threshold pretty high then.

That room got a 220 outlet.

Your name kicked out of
our computer, Mr. Parker.

Turns out you may be well suited
to a special agency operation.

Am I now?

We're here to test you.

If you meet our criteria,
you'll leave this island. Today.

But I thought I was crazy.

Are you?

Not crazy enough to get involved in
an operation you want a crazy man for.

Wait.

Give me your freaking test.

Pat.

What?

It has been confirmed
that a school located near

the White House was also
enshrouded in poison gas.

Oh my God.

The name of that school
is being withheld until

authorities can contact
the families of the victims.

There's no answer at
Jimmy's school and I was

just about to leave
for his Easter pageant.

I'll go with you.

...are in the area removing
bodies at this time.

We do know that a temporary
ward has been set up at St.

Michael's Catholic Church
located on Constitution Avenue.

Is my baby here? Is he?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Where is my baby?

Where is my baby?

Where is my baby?

Oh my God.

What?

No!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Oh, God! Oh, God, my baby!

You can't touch these body spares.
They're contaminated.

You'll have to shower immediately.

What, some kind of new polygraph?

Something like that.

Actually, the questions
are a lot more like an IQ test.

Start when I tell you.
Don't stop till the buzzer sounds.

Well, they just gave me
an IQ test the other day.

You guys think I've
gotten smarter since then?

These scores will be different, Mr. Parker.
I promise you.

Begin.

And my head I'd be scratching.

While my thoughts were busy at you.

If I only had a brain.

Keep working.

I just got a shock. I think they
must be short with your equipment.

You're wasting valuable time, Mr. Parker.

All right, that's it.
Get this stuff off me.

You son of a bitch.

Mr. Parker, if you don't finish this
test, we'll be leaving here without you.

I'm gonna kick your ass when this is over
and done with. You know that, don't you?

Oh, no.

Well, go ahead, then. Give me all you got.

May I be excused now?

He actually scored higher than
he did under normal conditions.

But there's something else you should know.

Talk to me.

He's a jerk, sir.

A real problem personality.

This is not a popularity test. Travel him.

What's our total?

Five men are now flying.

Surprise me the moment they arrive.

Yeah.

You can go.

Fifteen miles from here to there.

What's that?

It's a steamship.

Start the engine.

Reduce speed.

Yes, sir.

Reduce speed.

Turn off the lights.

Yes, sir.

Let's see if they'll make it.

Turn off the engine.

Man your stations.

Let's go.

Starboard side.

All right. Let's go. Let's go.

If anyone's aboard,
announce yourselves now.

This is your final warning.
Show and announce yourselves now.

Prepare to be boarded.

You understand, of course.

We were just doing our jobs.

I completely understand.
I'm just happy to be out of that snake pit.

Thanks very much.

Thanks for all your help, fellas.

Yeah, right.

Three hours west by
southwest, so where's that put us?

Colorado? New Mexico, maybe?

Chatty Brats, aren't you?

You maybe got a stewardess back there?
I could use a drink.

Come on, fellas. Just a hint.
Where are we landing?

Guys, what's with the altimeter?
It says we're 300 feet below sea level.

Land!

This place got a name?

It's called Never Never Land.

Good luck to you, cowboy.

Fellas?

Gotta have something to
do with the assassinations.

You guys agency?

Nope. I'm Air Force.

Jose there, he's Army, berets.

And there's Benny, he's
an engineer with NASA.

And old Jack here, he's the enemy.

Navy fighter jock.

They give you their shock test?

We can rule out number five. They pulled
him out of an agency mental institution.

I'm more concerned about candidate four.
He has a cold, we can't risk that.

Number four out.

Number one's blood
pressure reading was high. His

records don't indicate a
problem, but you never know.

What about number five?

Strike number one, leaving three.

Physical exams, then the simulator.

BP normal.

Right ahead. Keep walking.

Take that lane, please.

Other eye.

Parker.

We're going, uh, currently 680
and climbing, uh, the interspective.

The motion should be
strong, so try to take it slow.

Uh, excuse me.

All right.

All right.

I'm gonna reset this.

Poor man folded under the pressure.

I'll do better for you.

Will you, sir?

Oh, yeah.

I beat him, didn't I?

You may have won, but she likes me better.

Parker.

Although Parker's ability with
the needles wasn't as good,

his mental acuity while enduring
pain is truly quite amazing.

That's because he doesn't feel any pain.
He's out of his mind.

Your choice would be Navy.

You bet. That's the right stuff.

You yourself said flying
the needles was critical.

Yes, but only in the simulator are
the controls like those of an airplane.

It might have given the pilot an
advantage he won't have in reality.

Doctor?

No, I like Parker's pain threshold.
That could be a critical factor.

But Ramsey's right.

His mental stability is questionable.

He's stable.

I bet my life on it.

I have bet my life on it.

We were in Honduras.

A mission... classified.

I won't bore you.

Frank Parker saved my life.

If you have any faith in my
judgment, trust something.

When the whip comes down,
Parker's gonna be there for you.

Donovan?

He's a drunk. He's a gambler.

He's had problems
with authority all his life.

Hell, he's got criminal eyes.

He's not the man we need for this mission.

If this gets real, he won't let you down.

Show of hands.

Those for Reardon, the Navy pilot?

Parker.

Frank B.

We are making a major mistake.

I'm so very sorry.

God has his reasons.

The question everyone's asking,
who was the pilot of this plane?

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

Think I can keep a secret?

As you know, the President and Vice
President, others, were slain two days ago.

We're going to undo that event.

We're gonna undo it?

Mr. Parker, highly
experimental technology has

been developed involving
the distortion of time.

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

A time machine.

I love it.

You're the man we've
chosen to make the back step.

When you arrive in
the past, your job will

be to brief us on the
events about to happen.

So they can be prevented.

You know what I think?

I think this is a typical CIA
mind game of some kind.

It's a test to see if Frank Parker is well
enough to be released from that hospital.

Well, guess what, boys and girls?

I passed your test.

I'm fine.

If you'll excuse me.

Donovan?

Yeah, Frank.

Let's take a walk.

I told him you'd have to see it.

See what?

Keep your eyes ahead, keep walking.

Place hand on screen.

Eyes front, son.

Those boys are their elite.

They just as soon shoot you as look at you.

It's for real, Frank.

Crashed here in 1947, Roswell, New Mexico.

That saucer is where the
technology for this came from.

What the hell is going on here, Donovan?

That saucer came a
long way from here, Frank.

A million light years, a billion.

They don't get here in a straight line.

They get here by distorting space.

And with it, time.

We can't travel quite
like that yet, but we have

kind of half figured the
time distortion aspect.

Flying saucers, time machines,
you're kidding me, right?

See, the time device
is powered by a reactor.

But instead of heat, it generates
its own little gravity field in that field.

Time can be played with, distorted.

You're saying it actually works?

So far, the results have
been less than spectacular.

But they do think it's
going back in time, though.

See, the trouble is, it doesn't
always show up where it should.

When it gets there, it ends up way out
in space or buried deep in the ground.

It moves.

No, but we are.

We're orbiting the sun.

See, that's what that flying
the needle stuff is all about.

It simulates a new system.

It's kind of a fine-tuning
knob to make sure the

thing shows up in the
same place it left from.

Donovan.

Remember when I saved
your life in Honduras?

Yeah.

You kind of owe me one, right?

Yeah.

Good.

Because I need a drink.

I haven't slept in two
and a half days, Donovan.

None of us have.

Where the hell are we going?

To get you a tattoo.

Hello, Mr. Parker.

Hi, I'm John Ballard.

Hi.

I run math around here.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Please roll up your sleeve.

I've been in every foreign
capital on the globe, drunk.

And I've never gotten one of those things.

As you can see, it's like a barcode to
identify you when you arrive back in time.

Because we won't have
met you yet, of course.

I can introduce myself just fine.

Thank you very much.

Hello.

Hi.

What's going on?

Just getting my official team tattoo.

Good.

Well, there's a meeting going on in
another room you should be privy to.

Data you must memorize so you
can brief us when you arrive in the past.

In a nutshell, the
explosive was of a C4 type

composition with oxygen
plasma accelerants.

It was laced with cyanide, causing
poisoning in the 10 block radius.

Well, it hurts, huh?

Yeah, the ink is quite unique.

It's radioactive.

Suddenly, I'm Tommy Lee.

Does it hurt?

This?

No.

Please, memorize for us.

...has been tracking this particularly
hardcore Marxist dissident group.

They hate America.

They hated President Naritsnikov
for getting friendly with us.

Good morning.

Morning, doctor.

Pull your coverall off
your shoulder, please.

Why?

I have to put a subcutaneous
implant under your arm.

You're going to cut me?

It's a small programmable chip.

It's just a tiny incision.

Maybe you can give me a
nipple ring while you're at it.

This is Carl Fred Snipp.

Male, approximately 40 years of age.

He's the leader of this cadre.

He's ex-KGB, named Spetsnaz,
attained the rank of Major.

Spent three years in a Moscow
prison for political agitation.

Escaped a year ago and made
his way back to his native Chechnya.

So, the Fred Snipp
group looks good, people.

We've appraised Russian intelligence and
they'll be working the case from that end.

They lost a president, too, after all.

Carl, look at the ship!

Look!

Victory!

A new president!

It's a nice-looking system, isn't it?

Control sequencing now operational.

Yeah, wow.

Control sequencing now operational.

I understand you've had
problems with it in the past.

Theory's the soundest of all guns.
They've been proven.

How?

Two nuclear clocks.

One here, it's
twin-centered to outer space,

out of the Earth's
gravitational control.

The one out there runs slower.

Time is elastic, Mr. Parker,
and gravity affects it drastically.

And this is your new fine-tuning knob?

If you can learn to
use this as well as I

think you can, there's
a chance this will work.

Why is it seven days?
Why not a month, six months, a year?

It has to do with the size and
power of the reactor, Mr. Parker.

Do you want me to explain?

No.

The trick is tiny increments, gentleness,
unless big movements are necessary.

You're aware of the
effect you have, aren't you?

Yes.

We'll have the medical units
standing by for you when you arrive.

They're on call all the time, just waiting.

Why would I need medical units?

Physics as we know it,
Mr. Parker, has been violated.

Some of the outer
molecules of your body, hair,

skin, fingernails, may
not fully make the trip.

Doc.

There are certain outer
molecules of my body.

I don't know exactly
what apartment just said.

Your testes.

No, no, you'll be intact.

We're talking only a
few microns, Mr. Parker.

A light shading of
your outer epidermis.

At least that's what the map tells us.

And now we see the horse-drawn caisson.
It contains the president's body.

Silence is all that can now be heard
throughout the crowd. Hence, bowed in respect.

As the nation says a final
goodbye to their fallen leader.

Talmadge?

Yes, sir.

Washington, they say to hell with the odds.
We're a go.

Tell people!

Gravity and skin effect.

It's really late.

How's it going?

There's a hell of a lot
of stuff here, Donovan.

Well, it's not going to waste.

You are time traveling, my friend.

Want to get some air?

Yeah.

You see Gwyneth?

I send her a check every month.

You talk to your ex?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I spent the last couple
of years locked up in a CIA nuthouse.

And they let me call out
whenever I want, Donovan.

No, I heard she's dating.

What I miss is not raising my son.

Spirituality can be kind
of hard on family life.

You know, personally, if I had to do it
over again, I think I'd choose another line.

Think of all the fun we had.

Maybe too much fun, my friend.

Bowman.

Is there any chance this
thing could actually work?

I never lied to you before, Frank.

Do me a favor.

Look up my son for me and...

tell him some lies about
how cool his old man was.

Tell him I thought of him a lot.

Thank you.