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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.

It's time.

Well, Rene, what do you have to show me?

Our friends in Miami just obtained
the most astounding videotape, sir.

This illustrates a modulated polarized
imaging system called the TX30.

Please, Rene, I'm a simple man.

It can determine the molecular structure of
any substance from a distance of 300 miles.

From space, sir.

That's absurd.

Well, I was hoping it was just
the fantasy of some American

conspiracy lunatic, but
then we confirmed the worst.

This is the tape used to sell the TX30
to the Drug Enforcement Administration.

When does it become operational?

The technology is ready.

It's going to be piggybacked
on an American surveillance

satellite set to launch
in about three months.

This could shut us down completely, sir.

I built this business for nothing.

Take care of this, Rene.

But it's top-secretly secure.

Have you learned nothing
in all your years with me?

Anything can happen.

Anything can be done or undone with money.

Spend some.

Say your prayers, Nolan.

You don't need prayers
if you have the magic.

Game point. You ready?

Born ready.

By the way, Frank, did Olga
tell you that she noticed a

slight shrinkage in your
package after the last mission?

My package?

Yeah, where you keep the family jewels.

I was really worried.

Hey!

God, Parker.

See, Olga's tricking the book.

That wasn't very nice betting against me.

Why not? You lost.

Well, I wouldn't have
if you didn't make it.

Make sure that the beer is chilled to two
degrees Celsius. Thank you very much.

See you later, Frank.

Two more.

It's the last time I bet on you.

You know, Nolan is not
only a five-star technical

supervisor, he's also
a pretty fair shrink.

Although in your case,
it's only child psychology.

That was a total cheap shot,
Ramsey, and you know it.

Now, don't go crying about it, junior.

Psyching your opponent out, that is the
key to any sport, or war for that matter.

If you can't see that,
you're as blind as he is.

These are on him.

That'll be seven bucks.

Keep the change.

Thanks.

One against one, these
are good odds, trust me.

Ever had an ass-whooping son?

No, sir.

Mark your calendar,
because today's the day.

Sir, calendar marked, sir.

Good. Now, would you
prefer to graciously escort

this gentleman home, or
remove my boot from your ass?

Graciously escort, sir.

Wise choice.

Is that it? A lousy escort?

They ought to be made to buy
me an apology round. It's top shelf!

Don't push it, Pops.

Don't forget why you
wear this uniform, soldier.

Yes, sir.

Move out.

Let's go.

Come on, girls.

Who was that masked man?

Ha, ha, ha.

Parker to the rescue.

Come on, Parker's pride, come on.

Gaining on you.

Not a chance, Nolan.

Yeah?

I need you in security command.

It's lunchtime, Ramsey.

I mean now, Parker.

Someday I'm gonna form a colonizing unit.

You want me to leave?

You stay here.

I'll start a new game when I get back.

You must be Senor Freddy.

Who the hell else would be here?
Now how about killing the lights?

Turn off the lights.

It's a great deal of money.

Not that much for what it bought you.

You quite sure it will take two
years to get another TX-30 ready?

Maybe closer to three.

Perhaps by then, we will have
developed a countermeasure.

Well, if not, you know who to call.

Clearly the TX-30 is
an important technology,

but is this really a
back-step worthy event?

Our fuel core is finite.
Every time we launch,

we sacrifice an
opportunity down the line.

A great deal of misanthropic
behavior has links to the drug trade.

If the TX-30 sensor is operational, we
may not have to make so many back-steps.

What are we waiting for?

Intel says the explosion was no accident.

They think an
unauthorized party obtained

and used the rocket's
remote destruct codes.

Those codes were top secret.

Whoever did this had
one hell of an inside track.

Glad they did.

Inform us of the potential security
leak the moment you arrive, Frank.

People, let's back-step.

Everything cool?

Yes, sir. Looking good.

Brandon, this is Reed. Guard has been lost.

Main reactor at 100 percent.

Engage!

Engage!

Explosion!

What do you know?

Yeah, baby, I did it!
Right back where she started from.

Hey!

Hey, fellas, what's the big...

What happened?

Clear!

More juice, Doc. More juice.

Clear!

Good, good. And again, and again. Come on.

All right.

Hit me again.

Come on, Doc.

Doc!

Doc, wait a second.

Wait, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Get your ass back in there, all right?
You got work to do.

There was no bringing him back.

I'm sorry.

I assume we're all thinking the same thing.

We're going to send Captain Donovan
back to undo Parker's death, right?

I'm ready any time.

Duly noted.

But until we know exactly what went wrong,
the back step won't even be considered.

So Parker's life is in our hands now.

Obviously, Dr. Chappell's autopsy results
will also impact our decision making.

Something went wrong with the sphere.

It's my fault.

John, we don't know that.

Until we have a complete analysis,
we cannot be sure what went wrong.

I suggest we get busy.

Hey, guys.

Do a good job.

We must have had a major incident.

Yeah, but now we don't know what it was.

We'll step up global
intel efforts right away, sir.

Captain Donovan.

Greg.

It's lousy duty, but you
know Parker's ex-wife best.

Will you prepare a letter?

No, no, Donovan, please don't do that.

I don't feel dead.

Actually, I feel pretty good.

What the hell happened and how?

There's got to be an answer.

The autopsy report stated that
Parker died of acute apoptosis.

What's that?

It means that every cell in
his body virtually disintegrated.

It had to be a sphere
malfunction, but our initial analysis

didn't show anything that
would cause something like that.

So you didn't find the problem?

We practically have to analyze
the computer programs and

all the records digit by digit
before we know much more.

My report will state that Parker died
from an unknown technical failure,

and conclude that to
launch a second pilot now

would be irresponsible,
indeed even reckless.

It's my life.

I'll chance it.

We don't do suicide missions.

So that's it?
We won't even try to undo Parker's death?

Hey, nobody's happy
about this, but until we

have some answers,
that sphere's a death trap.

Yes, well, you always
wanted him out. In fact, I

wouldn't be surprised if
you did something to cause it.

Olga, please.

Olga.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ramsey.

Is there any possibility
of making the sphere

certifiably safe in the
next five days, John?

Any certifiable safety modifications
are at least two years of R&D away.

And as of now, active operations
are suspended until further notice.

But we can't just...
I'm sorry, Dr. Vukovich.

I'm sorry, all of you.

You'll be notified of the funeral
arrangements. Try to get some rest.

Hey, I'm not buried yet.

Guys!

Jimmy drew that for my birthday.

Bet you didn't think I'd frame that one.

Hey, there you are.

I just wanted to get a few
personal things to his ex-wife.

There's time enough for that.
Have you gotten any sleep?

Parker was so careless.
He could never be

bothered to protect
his classified materials.

Listen, Olga... I scolded
him, but all he could say was,

I don't care, this whole
damn place is a secure facility.

Secure facility, yeah, yeah.

If it was anywhere else, he would
have been severely reprimanded.

In the old Soviet Union,
he would have been shot.

Go to your room and go to sleep.

Listen to him, Olga.

I don't think that I can.

Dr. Chapman sent over a sedative for you.
He suggested that you take...

No, I really don't think so. Thank you.

Look, Olga...

I know that losing Frank is a lousy deal.

And I know that you two are very close.

We were colleagues.

Look, maybe it would be easier
for you if I sorted through this stuff.

No, I'd really rather do it myself.

Sure.

Hey, buddy, what the
hell do you think you're...

Wait a second.

I know you.

You're that sphere technician.

What is this?

Panty raid, you sick dog?

Damn it, Olga, not now.

Olga, you don't want to be here.

Trust me, I'm going to get you out of here.

Trust me, please don't take off your shoes.

Olga, you gotta listen...

Don't even think about
touching her, you dirtbag.

Kick it, kick it, you idiot.

Hey, no, because she came back.

Buster's skull.

I'll get it tomorrow, relax,
there's plenty of time.

Get what? What are you up to?

Right.

Wait a second, you're a spy, a filthy mole.

I want to know what
the hell's going on here.

Why should I kill you?

Get a grip, Frank, get a grip.

This is useless, you need a plan.

Yeah, okay.

It's night, nothing will
happen till morning.

Now, where do you always
do your best thinking?

Right.

You're looking for a handout, you're
barking up the wrong stool, buddy.

You, uh...

You heard me?

Just because I'm blind don't
mean my ears don't work.

Yes, thank you, Lord.

Oh, God, you're not one
of them witnessing types.

Only when I witness a miracle.

Now, I suppose you'd say I
was blind, but now I see, right?

They teach you this game
in satanic Sunday school,

then send you out to
torture the blind and the lame.

No, no, listen.

Stan!

Get this twisted
bloodsucker off me, will you?

What bloodsucker would that be?

The one right here next to me.

Ain't no one there, Barney.

You can't see me, Barney.

Oh, so now the bartender's blind, too.

How hilarious.

He ain't blind, the reason
he can't see me is... I'm dead.

You bastard, Stan, if you want
to twist me down to piss water...

Name's Frank Parker, am I glad I met you.

I got a mere bad case of the DTs.

You don't have the DTs, Barney.

I certainly hope I do.

Three days ago, I was as alive as you.

Ain't saying much.

I need your help, Barney.

What kind of help does a ghost need?

You're the only person who can hear me.

I need you to call a co-worker
and tell her I'm not dead.

But you said that you were dead.

If I were dead-dead, I wouldn't be
standing here talking to you, would I?

Exactly what kind of work did you do?

Government work, but I
can't really say... Oh, no.

I seen plenty of spy
movies before I lost my sight.

Some poor sucker does someone a favor,

next thing you know, they lying in a
field with begonias growing out their ass.

That's not gonna happen, Barney.

I was supposed to trust you? You're dead.

I'm not really dead, I'm just half-dead.

I'm sorry, I'd like to
help if I really were,

but I'm just a poor old
blind man on a fixed income.

A rotten one at that.

Lousy disability-cutting bastards.

Sweaters, socks, Ugg boots.

Things that run scared in Montana.

Chops, mint sauce.

Dolly from Scotland.

My daughter, my sister,
my daughter, my sister.

You're half of Satan.

What, counting sheep no good for you?

Well, maybe cattle will help you sleep.

Let's see, there's the Guernsey,

Belgian Blue, Kerry,

Falafel Brown, that's a nice side of beef.

Now, stop!

Okay, what's the damn number?

Hello?

Routing to you, Miss Vukovich.

They insisted it was urgent.

Yes, all right.

Hello?

I got Wesson in.

Olga, good.

Tell her you're calling for Frank Parker.

Hello?

I'm calling on behalf of a
nut named Frank Parker.

Save the editorial, would you?

Who is this?

Name's Barney, ma'am.

Well, Barney, ma'am, this is
a secure government facility

and we don't take
prank phone calls lightly,

so once this is traced, you'll
be arrested, you know that.

Arrested?

Hello?

Hello?

Barney, the fin sheep, the Elliot Dale,

the Norwegian fur.

I'm never wearing wool again.

Excuse me?

Look, just say conundrum.

Your boy Frank here says to say, uh,

confoundum.

Not confoundum, conundrum.

Confound who?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't bite my head off.

I'm doing you a favor here.

What?

Just say it to her.

It's my code name, all right?

Esther.

Uh... Olga!

What the hell is in that drink?

Olga.

I'm still here, Barney.

Uh, Frank says to say conundrum.

Captain Donovan,

I was wondering if you could
run a security check for me.

Well, that's pretty much Ramsey's terrain,
but I'll tell you what you want to know.

Well, I really need this security check.

It needs to be done quietly.

I can't tell anyone else about
this because it sounds crazy,

so what I'm about to say
requires strict confidentiality.

It's okay, Olga. Go ahead.

I was woken last night by a phone call.

from Frank Parker.

That a girl?

I know it sounds completely crazy,

and what makes it sound even more crazy
is Parker didn't place the call himself.

It was Barney Thomas,

the blind man at the rendezvous.

That old boozehound called you?

Yeah. How'd he get the number?

He said Parker gave it to him,

and he had his code name.

Barney also said that Parker isn't dead

and that he was with
him telling him what to say.

That's ridiculous.

I know, I know, but...

he had information that
only Parker would know.

Wait a minute.

I think I know what happened here.

You do?

You do?

Yeah, sure.

Parker and Donovan went
down there by themselves

and tied it on pretty
good sometimes, right?

Right.

And you said yourself Parker
was sloppy with secrets.

Yes, but only around here.

Here, there, everywhere, for all you know.

So Parker's loaded, he shoots off
his mouth, and this guy hears him.

Okay, but Barney mentioned a mission.

What mission?

He said a satellite rocket

carrying a special intelligence
technology was blown up, sabotaged.

Do you know how many conspiracy theory
nuts there are running around this desert?

Okay, there was one more thing.

He said that someone here, a man from NNL,

was in this room last night.

Did you see a man in this room last night?

No.

Because this guy's a real sicko.

He's trying to frighten you.

He said Frank was alive.

Hope is a powerful force, Olga,

but Frank Parker is dead now.

We have to accept that fact and move on.

Of course.

You're right, of course.

Thank you.

Sure.

Thanks a lot, Nolan.

I wouldn't tell anybody else about this.

I know that Frank's death
has been a shock to you,

but if you even whisper anything about this

in a top-secret facility,

it could damage your
professional standing in a big way.

You son of a bitch!

Who the hell's Freddy?

You caught a buzz at
the rendezvous last night,

and you started flapping
your lips, didn't you?

What are you talking about?
I ain't been there in weeks.

Yeah, what are you talking about, Nolan?

How else would some drunk
know to call Dr. Vukovich

and tell her someone
was snooping in her room?

What?

He said that Parker told him.

Parker? That's nuts.

Exactly.

Years of nickel and dime crap.

But this one's worth 20 million, Freddy.

20 million, Freddy!

For years, I passed up
countless opportunities

because I refused
to sell out my country.

Finally, I get one perfect shot.

Something my conscience can live with.

And I'm not gonna let
you screw it up for me.

I tell you, I didn't say nothing.

All right.

I must have done it right once.

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna forfeit

the Colombian drug boy's
money the second time around.

Drug dealers?

I need you to get me Parker's
mainframe access code.

Get it.

My access code?

By 10 a.m. tomorrow.

I said you'll get it.

Tomorrow's the day the rocket launches.

Tell me. You said there might be a leak.

You know, on second
thought, I'll do it myself.

We're lucky that you damaged
the sphere correctly, for God's sake.

Damaged the sphere? Wait a minute.

But you're still paying me my cut, right?

You were under the sphere.

I want your money.

We'll pay a farewell visit to your
friend Barney tonight, Freddy.

You think you can handle an old blind man?

Huh, Freddy?

Good boy.

Good boy!

I ran that name for you.

It seems Barney Thomas has a
pretty serious drinking problem.

What do you mean?

Well, he's been an
auto mechanic all his life.

Started drinking hard when his
wife was killed in an auto accident.

God.

He drifted from job to job

until his last employer got
him into rehab eight years ago.

So he still had his sight then?

Yeah, up until he broke
into the nurse's office at the

treatment center and downed
a pint of methyl alcohol.

Oh, how awful.

After a three-day coma, he woke
up stone blind and a little nuts.

So what's up?

Oh, I was just confirming a hunch.

Thank you very much, Craig.

Sure.

It was that horse race
on my computer, wasn't it?

You got into the NSA database,

and sold some drug lord the
rocket self-destruct codes, didn't you?

I could really use a drink.
You don't mind, do you?

Actually, I could use one myself.

Excuse me a moment.

Then you tried to kill me,
but it didn't fully work, Nolan.

Somehow the backstep kept part of me alive.

Sorry, buddy.

Now with my access card,
you sell the codes all over again.

We can't do a damn thing about
it because backstep's shut down.

Terrific.

There's something about the ceremony
that makes things seem... so final.

Closure is important.

Puts things in perspective.

Speaking of perspective,

you were right about
that strange phone call.

Barney Thomas was a sad case.

Let it go. You were distraught.

Here's to Frank.

And to us.

To us.

To what's past.

To what remains.

That's a nice toast, Pierce.

You son of a...

I'm sorry.

That's okay. Here.

Slam dunk, you blind man.

Those bloodshot eyes
are gonna look like a couple

of basketballs when I
get through with you.

We got to get back to Chicago.

Whoa!

All I'm saying is, they come
back to Chicago... Whoa.

You need Parker.

Parker, you scared me half to death.
Now go away.

Barney, turn around.

Let me be. I did what you asked.

You know those spy movies
you mentioned earlier?

The one with the begonias
growing out of innocent guys' asses?

Yeah, well, you're gonna be one shoddy
flowerpot if you don't turn around right now.

Run!

Say your prayers, blind man.

Barney!

Frank.

Over here, pal. Trouble's over. You okay?

I think I... Good. Look, I
know I've put you through a

lot, but I need your
help with one more thing.

Long as you find me a drink for us.

A double, hell, a triple.

I'd like to, Barney, but, uh,
drinking and driving don't mix.

God, I love the open road.
I ain't felt this way in years.

Slow down. There's a curb coming up.

Come on, we can take it.
Which way, Frankie?

It's an S-curve.

It was which way?

Go left and right, Frankie.

Okay, Timmy wins.

Now!

Now!

Say your prayers, blind man!

That was great!

Let's get back on the road.

All right, Barney, it's now or never.
Come on.

Before this truck leaves.

Frank, go ahead.

Over here, pal.

Damn. Well, hurry up, Barney.
Come on, what are you waiting for?

Hey, I'm blind, you know?

What kind of mess are
you getting me into anyway?

Look, we got two minutes to
purge my access code before

Nolan can get the rocket
to this truck's sequence.

How fast can you type?

About as fast as you can
read braille, be my guest.

That's what you're gonna have to do now.
Listen very carefully.

Son of a bitch!

You just did the free world
a great service, Barney.

Great. Can I get a drink now?
My head is killing me.

Not just yet. Come on.

What now?

Who is it?

You, Olga?

Barney Thomas?

Yeah, Frank's here with me. I'm bushed.

Shetty, you're right, Barney.

This is a very cruel game
you're playing, Mr. Thomas.

Frank Parker is dead.

And I'm sure security will be very
interested in knowing how you got in here.

No, Olga, please wait.

I did that.

Told her it was me who
knocked the phone away.

That was Frank who did that.

No, it wasn't.

Yes, it was.

It took me a while to believe it myself.

But what I told you on the phone is true.

The back step, whatever that
is, kept some part of him alive.

He's right here.

And he's got some sort
of telekinesis to boot.

Telekinesis?

Tell her about Nolan.

Uh, Nolan is trying to
get some information.

Nolan? What has he got to do with this?

Well, he was the one who messed
up the sphere, whatever that is.

He killed Frank, and
now he's trying to sell...

Pierce Nolan killed Frank Parker?
That's ridiculous.

Security.

This is Dr. Vukovich. There's an intr...

Just a minute.

Have her take the photo.

Frank wants you to take the photo.

God, that's exhausting.

Tell her to have security arrest Nolan.

Immediately.
He says have security grab Nolan.

Can I have that drink now?

No. Still got one more thing to do.

Tell her to fire up the reactor.

The what?

The reactor. Tell her to start it.

Frank wants you to start the reactor.

He wants to backstab?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Nobody's going to backstab.

Give me your database access code.

Pierce, what's going on?

The code, Olga.

Did you sabotage the sphere?

Barney, tell this creep I'm gonna
kick his ass when I'm feeling better.

I don't think that'd be a good idea, Frank.

Shut up.

You may have Olga fooled, but
this Parker is a ghost crap, but not me.

Have it your way.

I will.

Okay, Olga, your way or my way?

She can't give him the code, Barney.

If she does, he'll kill you both.

Frank says don't give him the code.

The code, Olga.

Keep your eye on the puck.

How's that for family chores, huh?

Talk about phoning it in.

Oh, God.

Barney, I'm sorry.

It wasn't your fault, Frank.

You better fire up that
reactor like Frank said.

I wish I had my eyes
back so I could see you,

and thank you for
making me useful again.

Barney, no.

No.

Do you see it, Frank?

You see the light?

Yeah.

Isn't it beautiful?

I guess I must have done
something good in my life.

No, Frank.

It's not for you.

It's not your time yet.

See ya.

Reactor at 20 percent, Mr. Parker.

If you're still
here... I'm sorry.

Ramsey.

Ramsey.

Reactor at 100 percent.

Engage.

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

Come on, Parker.

What really pisses you off?

Engage, Mr. Parker.

Ramsey.

Ramsey.

Ramsey.

Ramsey.

Mr. Parker, should I override?

Ramsey.

I need a sign.

You can't fly the needle until dying,
but I don't know what else to do.

God help me.

Parker, what are you doing?

No.

Please, I need to launch.

Let go of me.

Launch who?

Parker.

She's crazy.

She shot him, and she knocked me out.

No, he's lying.

Listen, Parker is alive.

Look, Mom, no hands.

No.

No.

No.

Someone blew up the satellite rocket
carrying the TX-30 surveillance system.

Now, fair knowing here, it sold the
self-destruct code for 20 million bucks.

What?

You're nuts.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'll decide who's nuts.

Yeah, well, that's only the half of it.

You're not gonna believe the rest.

A new research and communications
satellite was successfully launched today.

Experts say it will be
used to study long-term

weather patterns in
the eastern Pacific,

as well as carry more satellite
television signals to South America.

Good news for...

Not for me, you son of a bitch.

You let me down, Rene.

No, Cesar.

It wasn't my fault.

No, no, no, no, no.

I believe everything you say about
your telekinetic power, Mr. Parker.

I just don't believe you
brought it back with you.

Well, then prepare to be
astonished, Miss Vukovich,

for you are looking at the amazing Parker.

That's incredible.

And profitable.

You know what's truly amazing?

Is that you thought you
could fool me so easily.

Could I at least have a
badge for my 20 bucks?

Sure, just no funny business.

What funny business?
What the hell are you talking about?

How could Parker's
body reconstitute itself?

Some scientists think we
live in a four-dimensional world

while only being conscious
of living in three dimensions.

Not good enough.

It is possible that a sort of
metaphysical DNA pattern

exists that survives our
three-dimensional self.

Why, Dr. Mantler,

I think that's the closest
I've ever heard you come

to making an out-and-out
spiritual statement.

Spiritual or not, the possible
applications are staggering.

Yeah, if we could figure out how he did it,

actually separate a time
traveler from his body,

he could slip right into that other planet.

Well, I think you're gonna have
to find yourself another pilot.

I don't think Frank's gonna be
leaving his body anytime soon.

Here he is.

Here you go, Barney.

Not just yet, Barney.

Not just yet what? Who are you?

Name's Frank Parker.
This is my friend Olga Vukovich.

Hello, Mr. Thomas.

You won't remember, but we've already met.

I don't remember a lot of things.
What do you want?

Well, we want to give you an
opportunity to regain your vision.

We happen to know you lost your sight
drinking metal alcohol eight years ago.

That's one damn sick joke.

No joke. Here's the deal.

You weigh off the booze,
you get to see again.

It's not Operation Interworld.

There are some remarkable medical techniques
not yet approved for the general public.

We can make them available to you.

And you have earned it.

I have? How?

Like I said, you wouldn't recall.

Here's your drink.

You can down it or you
can hit the highway again.

I...

I had this weird dream last night.

I was driving in the desert.

Your choice, Barney.

Stan.

Yeah, Barney?

Get me some of that rat
gut that you call coffee.

I found a good dancer.

Really?

No.