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

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

Seven days.

Let's do it again.

Well, I'll be damned.

Go!

Play with us, Dad. Come on, Dad.
Play with us. We're bored.

How are my monkeys, huh?
You monkeys been good today?

You stay out of trouble at monkey school?
What'd you do?

Find any good bananas, huh?

Two.

Me three. Hey, I got an idea.

What do you say we
hop in the car and go get

some ice cream before
Mommy gets home, hmm?

Yeah!

Yeah?

I scream, you scream,
we all scream for ice cream!

All right, my monkeys.
Go get your jackets on and we'll go, okay?

Hello?

It's for you.

Thanks, sweetie. Go get ready.

What kind are you getting?

You're not interrupting anything.
That racket's just a kid.

Okay. When?

I'll be right over.

There!

Hello, my son.

Idiot, can't you see
you're blocking my light?

Who are you? What do you want?

No! No!

Please help him!

I scream, you scream,
we all scream for ice cream!

I'll be damned. The White House.

Huh. Not too shabby.

Did you get one of these?

Then what is it?

We are finally getting some
recognition for our old unit, man.

Why the hell did I get one?

Because you're crazy. They probably
think you're back on Hanson Island.

Yeah, well, I guess I'll
probably have to use yours!

Frank. Frank!

You okay, man? I was just kidding.

You alright?

Give it to me, Frank. Give it to me, Frank.

I don't think so.

I don't care. I got my own anyway.

Why do you do stuff like that?

I'm crazy.

Heads up.

Warm.

Just like the old days.

Yeah.

Yeah. A lot of waters
rolled under the bridge, man.

Since the old days. Back in the unit.

Man, we had some crazy times.
Chile, Somalia, Honduras.

Yeah, don't forget Miss Bangladesh.

Miss Bangladesh.

You think everybody will show up?

Oh, yeah. They're all gonna be there.

And they'll be as mean and as ugly as ever.

Yeah, that's gonna be something else.

Yeah.

Tell the truth, Frank, man.
You at all apprehensive about this thing?

No. Why should I be?

I mean, you know, seeing all
the guys again might stir things up.

Like what?

You know, memories.

It means nothing.

Yeah, right.

Mr. President.

Mr. President.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Let me just say it's been
an honor to serve my country.

I'm looking forward to kicking
some more butt for the USA.

whenever the occasion arises.

Move on.

I said move.

Is that an order?

A direct order.

You don't get the orders around here.

You're not my company.

Here we are, Bradley.
All present and accounted for.

For once, I have some good news.

Two of our colleagues will be receiving
the Distinguished Service Cross.

for extraordinary heroism
tomorrow night in Washington.

Captain Craig Donovan and
our very own Frank B. Parker.

Good work, men.

Are you kidding me?

Somebody tell me the
planet just slipped off its axis.

Calm down, Nathan.
Admit it, you're proud, too.

Sir, do you know how many years I
have gone without a single commendation?

Do you have any idea? I'll tell you.

Twenty medalist years, for God's sakes.

Damn it.

Congratulations, Parker.

Ramsey, did I ever tell you
you're beautiful when you're angry?

You, too, Donovan. It's a great honor.

Thank you.

Don't those invitations include the ladies?

They do say something about the ladies.

I know two or three stunning
women in Washington I may call.

You do not.

How about you, Frank?

Are you planning to go stag?

Good question.

Who are you going with, Mr. Parker?

Yeah, who are you taking?

Who?

We'll love to play
matchmaker, but I think we can

deduce from that squirm that
you have your answer, Olga.

I'd be honored.

Really?

I would.

Yes, sit. I'll check us in.

Hi.

Good afternoon.

I have a reservation for three
rooms all under the name Donovan.

Yes, sir. We've been expecting you.

You had a phone call about
an hour ago from your father.

Dad?

Did he leave a message?

Uh, yes. He's here.

He's here in Washington.

Here's the telephone
number where he's staying.

He and Mom must have
flown up for the ceremony.

Is there a phone I can use?

Courtesy phone. Right over there.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I gotta make a phone call.

Mr. Parker?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Something's bothering you. What is it?

Nothing. Really, I'm fine.

Where's Donovan?

He's, uh...

Well, that's odd.

He was over there a moment ago.

And the phone is off the hook.

Dad!

Hello, my son.

It's like old times, man.

Hey, Charlie, good to see you.

Parker.

Paulie, let's have a drink later.

Hey, Parker!

Hey, somebody call security.

A bunch of deadbeat malcontents
just broke into the White House.

Hey, baby, what's going on?

You lost weight. You look great.

A little bit, a little bit.

Olga, I want you to meet Teddy
Torres, an old buddy of mine.

Hello.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Hey, you ever plan on paying your tab?

What?

As a chittergong, you owe me
at least 5,000 Heinekens, dog.

You know what you can do with
them 5,000 Heinekens, Frankie?

Teddy, come on. Ladies are present.

Sorry.

He's the only guy who ever called
me Frankie and lived to tell the tale.

Still got it.

Donovan just arrived.

It's about time he turned up.

Excuse me, fellas. I'll be right back.

Hey, where the hell have you been?
We were worried about you.

My dad called. I'm sorry.
I had to go see him.

Well, Vern's in town.
You should meet him. He's so funny.

I just found out Mark Goldman's dead.

Killed himself.

What?

They found him in his car three days ago.

Gunshot wound to the head.

To a good soldier, Mark Goldman.

To Mark.

To Mark.

To Mark.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Vice
President of the United States of America.

Thank you.

It is my great privilege
to award these citations.

Assisting me in the presentation is
Nobel laureate Dr. Thaddeus Coburg.

What is Dr. Coburg doing here?

Who?

Robert Robowski.

Congratulations.

Thaddeus Coburg, he's a research scientist.

He's been working on
something top secret for years.

You don't say.

Craig Donovan.

Yes, sir.

Job well done.

Thank you, sir.

Frank P. Harper.

Congratulations, Frank.

Thank you, sir.

Your country is indebted to you, young man.

Why, Mr. Parker, I had no idea
you were so light on your feet.

Yeah, well, there are a lot of things
you don't know about me, Miss Vukovich.

Where the hell is Donovan?

I don't know, but don't you think
it's strange he didn't bring a date?

Yeah, he said he was gonna call someone.

What?

Uh, nothing.

Go!

Shot.

Did you see the shooter?

No.

Did you see anything, anything at all?

No.

What about you?

No, I'm sorry, I didn't.

Hey, did you see anything?

Look at me, I'm talking to you.

Check the halls, I'll get the exit.

Right.

Donovan.

Donovan.

Donovan.

In summation of a precious life, oh
Lord, ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

we bury our beloved
son, our beloved friend,

Captain Craig Donovan on this day,

the 17th of November in
the year of our Lord, 1998.

And now, a small offering for the dead.

Then go in peace with Craig's spirit.

Craig.

Craig, there was nothing you could do.

Nothing any of us could do.

Craig and you were like brothers.

And he loved you.

He made his life fuller
than it would have been.

Four days ago, one of Parker's
ex-SEAL compatriots, Mark Golden,

was found dead in his car from
a gunshot wound to the head.

A few hours earlier, the
body of a well-known physicist,

Dr. Emil Sonsky, was found
shot dead in Memorial Park.

A ballistic report just revealed that Golden's
gun was the weapon used in both cases.

A murder-suicide?

Apparently.

Psychiatrists say that
Golden seemed to be

suffering from
post-traumatic stress disorder.

This doesn't have anything to
do with Captain Donovan, does it?

Ballistics is examining his weapon now.

For what?

Are you saying that Captain
Donovan may have had

something to do with the
assassination of Dr. Colbert?

There's not a chance, you hear me?
Not a chance.

We won't know that until
the ballistics tests come back.

All right, Tom, it's one question.

When do we go?

Slow down, Frank.

We have to know whether
Golden and Donovan's

deaths were due to a
much larger conspiracy.

To hell with that. When do we go?

We're on standby, Frank.

Until we know the big picture,
our mission will not be approved.

Frank, look, one soldier doing
this is a horrible aberration.

Two soldiers mean a greater
mystery has to be solved.

Maybe so, Isaac, but if
you expect me to sit around

waiting for the experts to
solve this, then you're crazy.

Matter of fact, you're all crazy.

I can't tell you how
sorry I am for your loss.

I wasn't sure I wanted to do this.

But when my wife said that Frank
needed to know, I said, all right.

If you have questions, ask them.

Thank you, Mr. Donovan.

Have either of you heard the
term post-traumatic stress disorder?

Ridiculous.

My son was as fit as a fiddle.

Well, the last time I spoke with him two
weeks ago, he told me he was training

for a triathlon and he was he was
helping kids learn hoops over to YMCA.

You said two weeks ago. What about this
past Friday when you were in Washington?

I haven't seen my boy in over two months.

Craig called you.
You got together, didn't you?

I remember every single second
I ever spent with my son now.

Every precious second.

We won't bother you anymore.

Thank you very much for your time.

There's anything we can do.
Frank, you bother me anytime you want.

Bother everybody.

You get to the bottom of this here.

He told the kids he was
going to take him for ice cream.

And then he just disappeared.

He left the front door wide open.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Golden.
We realize how hard this is for you.

Your daughter said you
got a call before you left.

Yes, but I have no idea from who.

Just a weird intuition, but could that
call have been from Mark's father?

No, no.
Mark's father's been dead for three years.

No!

It's me.

The ballistics findings are in.

A bullet from Donovan's
pistol killed Dr. Coburn.

Then it is a conspiracy.

We've got to find out
who was pulling the strings

behind all this and why
Donovan was involved.

So what's it go?

Oh, yes.

This is day five. We
only have 48 hours to stop

the assassinations and
prevent Donovan's suicide.

Get suited up. I'll see you in the hangar.

Okay.

I wanted to say I'm with
you in spirit on this one.

Thanks, Isaac.

Radar.

Radar.

Reactor at 100%.

Engage.

Yes.

Oh, damn.

Nice landing, Parker.

We have a condition two event.
The clock is at 24 hours and counting.

What is it, Frank?

I'm on route to Jamesport, Maryland.

A research scientist by the name
of Sonsky is going to be murdered.

Now, the alleged murderer lives at
1888 Colgate Way, apartment number 26.

He's to be apprehended on sight.

What's his name?

Mark Golden.

Wait a second. Repeat that.

You heard me. Captain Mark Golden.

Frank, we know this guy. He served with us.

Yeah, I know.
Look, I'm on my way to Memorial Park.

I want you to meet me there, Donovan.
The rest of you check out Golden's condo.

Parker.

Parker.

Okay. When?

I'll be right there.

Idiot.
Can't you see you're blocking my light?

Who are you? What do you want?

No.

Golden! Put down the gun!

It's me, Frank Parker.

I can't, but you have to.

If you shoot him, you're
going to have to shoot me.

We've known each other too long, Mark.

You don't want to kill me, do you?

Mark, don't do this!

I have to.

Hey!

It's over. You hear me, Mark? It's over.

It's like some kind of seizure.

Why did you try to kill Dr. Sonsky?

What are you talking about?

Who's Sonsky?

Dr. Emil Sonsky.

About my height, white hair, glasses.

Parker, you've always been crazy.

I didn't try to kill anyone.

Donovan, what's going on here?

Who did you get the phone call
from just before you left the condo?

My dad.
He was in town, so I went to see him.

Mark.

Your father's dead. Remember?

Remember?

I know my father's dead.

I buried him.

Then who'd you get the
phone call from, Mark?

He doesn't remember, I'm sure of it.

What do you think?

What am I supposed to think?

I mean, you haven't exactly
told us what's going on here.

All right.

You're next.

What does that mean, Mr. Parker?

Yeah, Frank, what the
hell are you talking about?

Before the backstep,

Golden succeeded in killing
Sonsky, then he shot himself.

Two days later, at our reunion,

you shot and killed another
research scientist, a Dr. Coburn.

No way.

Then later in your hotel room,

you shot yourself.

Look, I don't know why Mark did

what he did, but if
we don't find out soon,

there's a chance you
could do the same thing.

We can't let Donovan out of our sight.

I know. What about the reunion?

We all go together, but this time we
make sure things turn out differently.

Mr. Parker, you have a call.

From who?

Somebody named Mettner.

You can take it in here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Thanks.

Hey, Isaac, what'd you find out?

There is a link between the two scientists.

Huh?

Parker, are you there?

Yeah, uh...

Um... What was the link?

It's a research project of
the Department of Defense.

It involves a device which
harnesses radio waves

and turns them into destructive
blasts for tactical use on the battlefield.

Both Sonsky and Coburn were working on it,

independently of each other.

Interesting. So who... Parker?

Do the, um...

Do the CIA or NSA know of any foreign power

who might want to destroy or
undermine the Marconi Project?

We're asking those questions now.

I hope to have an answer for you shortly.

Thanks, Doc.

Parker, are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, um... I gotta go.

Can I help you?

I believe you can.

This is your father.

Dad!

Hello, my son.

...finish the Marconi Project.

Someone's stumbling out.

Someone's stumbling out
and looks around and says,

okay, now where's the girl with the tooth?

Excuse me.

Okay, I got another job.

All right, now, this is me.

How are you feeling?

You mean, do I feel like killing somebody?

Not at the moment?

No, I didn't mean it that way.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.

Excuse me, please.

Let's go outside.

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.

It's me.

Your father.

Frank! Lee!

It's Dr. Lee!

Who the hell is Lee?

Chittagong, remember?

Whoa, whoa, Frank, slow down, man.

Listen to me.

When they captured
us, threw us in the tiger

cages, they did
something to us, Donovan.

They put something in our heads.

There was a man, a doctor named Lee.

We were programmed to respond to
his voice to do exactly what he said.

He made each one of us
believe that he was our father.

Where am I?

I was dead.

Dead.

We couldn't fight it.

They found a primal trigger,

something in our
subconscious we couldn't resist.

But it didn't work with me.

I never knew my father.

Because you were an orphan?

Exactly. The invitation,

talking about the old unit, somehow

it triggered something in
me, these damn flashbacks.

Whoa, what flashbacks?

Never mind, we gotta find Lee.

He's here in Washington.

Now, when Golden got the call from his dad,

where'd he go?

Phone records.

He's gone.

Dr. Lee?

Whoever was staying here.

He checked out just a few minutes ago.

Stop right there.

Hello, my sons.

Drop the bag.

Put your hands behind your head.

Chittagong, tiger cages,

it all came back to me, Dr. Lee,
which wasn't the intent, was it?

You're my most stubborn subject, Frank.

For 30 days, I tried to
crack your elusive mind.

30 nights, I probed your
thoughts and feelings.

So many things I learned.

I know you better than you know yourself.

Then maybe you can tell me something.

Am I gonna pull this trigger?

I have absolutely no fear that will happen.

What exactly do you have
against Project Marconi?

Such a young country, the United
States, and such foolhardy men who run it.

Project Marconi is too powerful a weapon.

Your country cannot be trusted with it.

Oh, really? And why is that?

The United States has a despicable history
of deploying every weapon it develops.

The H-bomb, napalm, soon Marconi.

We knew this day would come.

So with the help of a
surgical technique I invented,

I hid inside your memories,

biding my time until you would be useful.

You tried to have innocent people killed.

Sonsky, Colbert, innocent?

I knew I was taking a chance
with your being an orphan.

So I installed a second
trigger in your memories.

Sort of backup.

In case the father imagery didn't work.

Oh, yeah? And what was that, Doc?

Hi, Frank.

It's me, Donovan.

Your best friend.

I want you to shoot Dr. Lee over there.

Listen to him. I'm not Lee.

I'm Donovan.

He's hiding, Frank. He's out there.

I am him. Shoot him now.

Frank, no.

Just don't do it.

Put the gun down.

Do it, Frank. Kill him.

This is your friend, Donovan.

Kill him.

No!

Shoot this enemy.

No!

No!

Hey.

Hey.

Got word from Golden's wife.

Oh, yeah? How's he doing?

Working with a Navy specialist with a whole
lot of therapy. He's gonna be all right.

Oh, good. I'm glad.

You having any more of those flashbacks?

No, they're gone.

Good.

Frank, thanks.

For what?

What do you mean, for what, man?
You saved my life.

Twice, counting before the backstab.

You don't know how close you
were to being shot, Donovan.

Yeah, but you didn't shoot me, Frank.

No, but maybe I should have.

Mr. Parker, are you all right?

It's these damn flashbacks.

It's okay.

Lee is gone forever.

Is he?

Who is stronger?

The people who hurt us and
take us to our darkest impulses?

Or those who do the opposite
and take us to our light?

You're right.

Thanks.