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

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

My father came from before him to the desert of Jardah.

And so the Arabs, one of them, began to fight in their hands against what our

people are suffering inside.

And the Sadr decided, with the help of God, to fight against those who have

the determination to surrender.

My brothers, we will be victorious.

Who says science can't be attractive?

Unbelievable.

I can't believe he gets away with this.

Oh, my God.

Ballard.

I knew you were a kinky son of a bitch.

Oh, he's kinky.

Don't they have late -night cable for this kind of thing? Donovan, these are

security monitors.

Security's my responsibility.

People.

We've been invited to tour Spacecom Command at NORAD. NSA feels their new

tracking and global positioning systems may have increased practical

applications for backstep. If you mean we, I hope you don't mean all of us.

If we start allowing nut jobs and communists into the bowels of our

we might as well invite Castro.

We leave tomorrow afternoon at 1300.

The entire Alpha team.

Yeah.

Sir, we have an erratum in Parker's room, and he's not answering his phone.

What the hell?

Well, I certainly don't think knowing you in charge of security, Ramsey.

Parker.

Here we go.

You have a choice, Cullen.

The game's anaconda, or as I like to call it, pass the trash.

Seven cards stud with a twist. We pass three, then two, then one card to the

left, a bet in between. Any questions?

Good.

Let's make it 20 to open.

You people wonder why I want to plant a tracking bug inside his head.

He's a popper.

Woo -hoo!

Come to daddy.

The game could use some fresh dinero, boys. Pull up a chair.

He screws around, and what do we do?

We reward him with a field trip.

Bradley, tell me more.

Welcome to Dora.

Smile.

Ah, the field trip.

Always was my favorite part of school.

Well, of course it was.

Field trip's a day designed for screwing around.

I had one of the best days of my life on a field trip. I'm not surprised.

No, seriously.

When I was ten, I had to switch schools in the middle of the year, and right

away we went on a field trip.

We're all supposed to pick partners, but nobody wanted to be buddies with the

new orphan kid.

Boy, if that's one of the best days of your life, I'd hate to see one of the

worst days.

Anyway, Sally Jensen told the most popular boy in school that she couldn't

his partner because she was going to be with me.

I still have a picture of Sally from that day.

Cute, huh?

So how about it?

So you want to be my field trip buddy?

You get to hold hands.

Boy or girl box.

Boys, you are looking at my son.

And I'll tell you this, by the way this kid has been kicking Lily, he's going to

have my big feet.

Yes, indeed.

It's a good thing you're not having a girl then, huh?

I've seen a hell of a lot of reconnaissance photos in my time,

This is not Iraq.

No, sir.

That's my kid, sir.

I see.

Tell me, are you flying a sortie over your baby today?

No, sir.

Until you join the civilian ranks next week, you're still mine.

Baby shower's over, ladies. It's time to fly.

Sir?

Pardon me, sir, but... Well, do you ever think of retiring?

Me?

No, I'm just an old dog of war, son.

Gonna grow old with my bird.

I know what you mean.

It's just watching my kid grow up, you know?

I wouldn't miss that for anything in the world.

Man, I'm sure going to miss flying her.

Open the low band of flight bank.

Access the radio net.

Feedback white noise.

On an antenna pattern operating on the high band at 3 ,600 kilowatts.

And all the towers functioning.

We've never gone that high. Do it, now.

You have no other option.

We just left Napstar, sir.

Radio base. They've done something down there.

Seems to be some sort of interference. I can't get through.

Try another band.

All white noise.

Try them all.

What the hell's going on here?

The Iraqis invaded Saudi Arabia.

Intel reports that they're en route to the consultant army base.

That interference must be the Iraqis.

They had to keep us from receiving a signal from base.

Get the ALQ working. Break it up.

Sir, we have confirmation that the Iraqis have overrun U .S. Army base in

Arabia.

We have an order of attack.

What's the classification?

A1.

Let's fight at all costs.

our big board.

With it, we can monitor all air and space activity throughout the world.

Commercial planes, military craft, the space shuttle.

If it's in the sky, we know about it here.

And the data is primarily satellite generated.

Correct, it is.

Now, that's one of the U .S. Operation Northern Watch squadrons that run

surveillance over the no -fly zone in Iraq.

They're on their way back to our base in Turkey.

Certainly a more acute view than the old dewline days.

We'll go to the Space Control Command.

As I understand it, the kind of flying objects you're interested in are the

that we classify as unidentified.

General, if the squadron is returning to Turkey, why are they heading south?

What the hell?

A1.

Nothing's ever completely reliable.

We have confirmation on the attack order, sir.

Coordinates locked in for Prince Sultan. But that's an American base.

It's been overrun by the Iraqis.

Thirty minutes to target and close.

How about this, double or nothing?

You're on.

O'Malley, you're going to be shining my boots till next Christmas.

B -52 target confirmed.

Prince Sultan Army Base. NSA has confirmed that the HAARP complex near

the source of the interference jamming the squadron's radio.

Our military communications have been blacked out throughout the Middle East.

Steel teams just arrived at HAARP.

Terrorists have rigged the entire place with explosives.

The president has ordered them to go at all costs.

We only have 15 minutes to establish radio contact.

Once the squadron passes the point of no return, they'll disregard all verbal

commands, even if it's from the president.

Sir, I have General Kelly on line one.

General Kelly?

We were able to reach a joint tactical base.

The U .S. fighters are now headed towards the squadron to try and visually

divert them off course.

In all likelihood, the only way to stop the squadron.

We'll be to shoot them down.

I want to talk to the squadron commander as soon as we reestablish radio

contact.

Shield team Alpha to base. We have reached the perimeter of the heart

Shield team Bravo to base. Transmitter towers in sight. We're moving into

position now.

Sir,

we are receiving confirmation on the penetration order.

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Omega 2 to Omega 1, please respond.

The ALQ is broken through. The Iraqi is jamming, sir.

This is Omega 1. We copy.

Gentlemen, we've reached approach and we'll proceed with penetration.

Just fast.

Before you know it, return.

God in heaven.

Omega One, this is Papa Romeo One. Please respond.

Papa Romeo One, this is Omega One.

We're not authorized to receive verbal communication at this time.

Omega One, abort mission immediately.

Foreign source transmitted your attack orders using our HAARP communications

grid near Ankara, Turkey.

Divert course.

You're going to bomb American troops.

Papa Omega One.

We're not authorized to receive tactical orders via... Colonel Manninger, this

is General Kelly.

I am ordering you to divert your force immediately.

Well, sir, I'm not authorized.

We pass that point of no return.

Colonel, this is the President of the United States.

Return to your base at once. You're telling me to do the opposite of

I've been trained for, sir?

General Royce, if our fighters fail to visually divert the squadron, I've

ordered them to take any and all measures.

Stop the bombers from reaching Prince Elton.

Disregard what you just heard.

The President's voice can easily be imitated by the enemy. This is the day

been preparing for.

Remember, there's no greater honor than to serve your country.

Heard the math.

Switch to combat mode.

This is Fighter Group 6 confirming order to visually divert.

We have visual contact with the B -52 squadron.

They're not responding to visual orders to divert their course.

They're good men. They're going to complete their mission no matter what.

Fighter Group 7 is in range.

God willing, they'll shoot our squadron down.

Tactical to Fighter Group 7, you are cleared to attack.

Fire at will.

Fighter Group 7 to Tactical, copy.

Gentlemen, prepare to launch.

Locked onto it. Release staff.

Release staff.

Command, this is Omega. We have been locked onto. I repeat, we have been

onto.

Colonel Madiger, please tell Lily that I'm sorry the baby's been kicking so

hard.

It's got my big feet.

I love you, Lily.

President, fighters brought down only two bombers.

Four are still on target. General, if they get through to Prince Sultan, what

would be the damage?

Sir, with the amount of payload on each bomber, even if only one gets through,

damage will be total.

Americans, bombing Americans.

It's a living nightmare.

A White House spokesman said the president expressed shock and outrage at

bombing of the U .S. Army base... The CIA's trying to trace them now.

Push your boys, Nate. I want to know who we're dealing with as soon as possible.

Any word on what type of explosives they used? Not yet.

Bradley, with HAARP destroyed, we'll need time to reprogram the sphere's

navigational systems.

As you know, we were using HAARP for our own navigational coordinates, as was

every other branch.

Well, let's get moving on this one, Bradley.

We will, as soon as the sphere has been reprogrammed.

Tell me, say you.

Mrs. Boxstaller, this is Colonel Seth Mattinger.

I regret to inform you that you're helping.

No!

No!

We'll make a one -abort mission immediately.

You're telling me to do the opposite of everything I've been trained for, sir.

Remember, there's no greater honor than to serve your country.

Please, God, forgive me.

Said Al -Fattah, the man who rented the vans.

Counterterrorism units have been tracking his movements for the past two

Al -Fattah is affiliated with the Federation of Mecca. They want us out of

Gulf. Now, according to the SEALs, it was a handheld device that triggered the

blast. Suicide.

Mark, can you get the back panel? Gil, help him out.

Let's rock and roll.

Mr. Parker, we really need to test the new navigational systems before you

backstep. Why? It's not like the sphere of the landed right before.

Parker's right. It's too risky to wait. We could lose a chrononaut in this. I'm

a gambling man. I'll take a chance.

We go now.

We'll grab Alpha Tau's men when they arrive at the harp complex.

Good luck, Frank.

Good luck, Mr. Parker.

Parker, we've juiced the boost, so to speak. We've tweaked the megagas field

allow for a much more rapid merger.

I think we're going to try and land you back here in this hangar. Try being the

operative word. Without TARP, we don't precisely know what's going to happen.

Guys, next time we plan a field trip, remind me that I want to stay home.

I think we all want to stay home, Frank.

May God watch over you, Mr. Parker.

Yeah, well, I got you, Sally, and now God.

I think I'm in pretty good hands.

Main reactor at 100%. One.

Engage. Engage.

Don't turn back in time, you son of a bitch.

You want to see my spaceship?

Give me a ride on your skateboard and I'll let you look inside.

How old are you?

Ten.

Come on, you look like a grown -up. Yeah, right.

I'll tell you what.

Give me a dollar and I'll let you go inside. You can sit in the cockpit and

everything.

Hey, where are you going?

School, dude.

You're crazy, right?

I didn't want to play with you anyway.

Branchville, Virginia. Nate, we'll meet you there.

My boys paged me after they picked up a sighting in a UFO online chat.

Based on that info alone, it appears that the sphere landed in Branchville,

Virginia approximately two hours ago.

Well, any word from Parker?

Conundrum is MIA.

We don't know if it's willingly or not.

Well, something must have happened for him, not the call.

Till we find him, we won't know why he backstepped or what will happen in the

next seven days.

Well, we're headed to the sphere landing site now.

I'll go with you. Good. Call me as soon as you get there.

We found two photos in the sphere. Sir, some of these people got a pretty good

up -close -and -personal look at the sphere.

What do you want to tell them?

Get a couple of guys in flight suits down here pronto. We'll pin it on NASA.

The back of it is dated six days from now. I can't tell where it was taken,

it's Parker and Olga standing in front of a bus.

Looks like we took a trip.

We'll all have a look at it. We'll do.

Now do you see why I want to plant a tracking bug inside his head?

You ready to case this place?

Yeah. I want Parker to start with the bars.

A guy in an Astro suit should be pretty damn easy to remember.

Well, that's the last bar on this side of town.

Looks like your buddy flew the coop.

Well, I'm going to check the credit cards. Maybe he's been spending the

company's dollar.

Come on, you big baby.

Jump.

I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Hey,

go pick on someone your own size.

Hi.

Let's jump together, okay?

One, two, three.

Oh!

Let's go again.

Yeah.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, son.

Where'd you get that suit, son?

Over at the park.

All right, now you wait right here. That's government property.

How do you know my name?

Look, I'm not in the mood for any of your game. I'm not in the mood for any

your game.

All right, stop.

You stop it. You stop it. No, you stop it. Come on, Frank. We've been all over

this town looking for you, man. So who asked you to?

All right.

Come here.

Try and catch me, Beto.

Beto? Don't show your Beto.

You know who I am?

I'm Donovan. I'm Craig Donovan.

Yeah, well, you look like some kind of G .I. Joe reject.

Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before, but I'm actually your friend.

No, you're not.

Donovan. Ramsey.

Yeah, Ramsey.

Maybe something's happened to him, man. He's acting like a little kid.

Hell, he always acts like a little kid.

No, he's different. Something must have happened with his fear.

Hey, Frank.

Hey, Frank. How old are you?

Ten.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

We'll be back at base in about three hours. We've got to stop for pizza

He's hungry.

Ramsey out.

It's quite possible Parker may be suffering from a mental, temporal

brought on by the back step itself.

And if the last images Parker saw during the takeoff were of his childhood, then

God help us, mentally, that's where he could be right now.

Maybe it was something I did to the sphere? Well, we've got to get to the

of it quickly, because whatever happened is going to happen again. We

backstepped for a reason.

Do you know where you are, Frank?

It's a top secret place.

Are there aliens here?

Where's my spaceship?

You said I could have it back, remember?

I remember, but there's some people I want you to meet first.

Olga!

Mr. Parker!

Oh, Frank, you know Olga?

Oh, she's my friend.

Want some gum?

Wow, there it is!

Guys! My God, he is a child.

Hello, Frank.

Good grief, Parker.

Ignore him.

Suck it in, fatso.

What is this fatso?

So, do you like your space ship? Yeah.

What do you remember about this trip?

I don't know. The landing was cool. What's this green thing?

The engage button.

What was your mission? Do you remember?

Listen, listen, listen.

What were you supposed to do when you got back?

Do you remember?

I don't know. There were these bad guys and they played really loud music.

What kind of music?

It was just loud and you could hear it all over the world. It hurt my ears. I

hated it. What were they doing with this music? Do you remember?

They blew up lots of cool stuff.

Like what?

I don't know.

Can we start this thing?

Oh, no. I don't think so. Why? No.

But why?

Parker! Parker, get back here!

Somebody, can you get my remote from Parker?

Parker!

I just

got a call from NSA.

We've been invited into our space comm command at NORAD tomorrow.

Could be where the picture of Olgan Parker was taken.

So none of this looks familiar, buddy?

I told you, I don't know.

Okay. Frank.

Please take those off.

Was this picture taken at a place called NORAD?

I don't know.

Look at the picture carefully and think.

Now, what were you doing here?

We're on a field trip.

Did something bad happen while we were there at the space comm facility?

I don't know.

Why don't we try shock treatment? That might jog his memory.

We're five days into this side of the timeline.

The sphere is damaged beyond immediate repair and we still don't know what our

mission is.

I'll call NORAD anyway, put them on the alert.

You better let him get a couple of hours sleep.

We're having a bad dream.

It was.

It was what?

It's okay.

I'm here now.

It's okay.

Hey, look what we've got here.

Oh, wow.

That's cool.

Hey, you want to play anaconda?

It's easy. It's just seven cards stuck in the twist.

I'm going to color.

I don't color anymore. I'm too old.

Well, I'm not. I think it's fun.

Hey, I know.

Why don't you draw a picture of the bad guys playing the really loud music?

It'll be fun. We can do it together.

Clever girl. If he thinks he's a child, why not treat him as one?

Yeah. I'm going to take red. I like red.

Baby shower's over, ladies.

Time to fly.

What are the planes doing?

It's a war.

Lots of people die.

Where, Frank?

The desert, dummy.

Could be the Middle East.

I got a call from an intel buddy of mine.

Says that there's been a lot of weird coded communications there lately.

Talk to him.

Are these the people playing the really loud music?

I may be really off base here, but it kind of looks like transmitter towers to

me. Possibly, but the question is why and what for.

And where? If Mr. Ramsey's right about the Middle East, we could be talking

about Icecap in Norway or Sura in Siberia. Or any one of a thousand

Only Frank knows where and what happened.

And that leads us back to the men with their loud music.

Harp.

The Harp Complex. Of course, it's near Ankara. It sends comm signals around the

globe. We use it ourselves to help guide the sphere.

What the hell's going on here, guys?

Frank, what happened at the Harp Complex?

It's going to be attacked.

By who?

Middle Eastern terrorists.

Mr. Parker, what else?

Mr. Parker, are you all right?

What day is this?

Wednesday the 23rd.

We may have a problem.

Today's the day.

The SEAL teams are about three minutes from anchor.

Donovan, this has got to be a covert operation.

It was a suicide mission. They triggered the blast from the inside.

What do you know about the main detonator?

It was attached to a central explosive at the towers. Got it. So if we can

disarm it, we can retake on it.

SEAL teams are at the base. We've located the detonator and are moving

position to disarm it.

As soon as the SEALs disable HAARP, the president will order the squadron to

turn around.

It's not going to work.

But they're not going to disobey the president.

They already did.

Now, one of the pilots, Box Dollar, just before his plane went down, he asked

the colonel to tell his wife that he loved her and that he was sorry their

had his big feet.

Lily was her name.

Norad needs to find Lily Box Dollar now.

Sir,

we are receiving confirmation on the penetration of the...

The SEALs are in position to take the operations center of the HAARP complex.

Tell them they've got to disrupt transmission right away.

We've got to move now. Time's running out.

SEAL team, out for the base.

We have taken control of the operations center.

This is SEAL Team Bravo.

Soon as we locate the source of the bogus transmission to the B -52

will take it out.

Come on.

Sir, it was coming through, but... Son, did you or did you not receive a

confirmation for that penetration order?

Yes, sir, I did.

We've retaken control of the HAARP complex and disrupted the transmissions.

the terrorists are dead.

They're too late.

The squadron just passed the point of no return.

Just like last time.

Alpha Omega One.

We're not authorized to receive tactical orders via... This is the President of

the United States of America.

I'm ordering you to divert your course immediately.

Sir, I'm not authorized.

Colonel, this is the President.

Return to base at once.

You're telling me to do the opposite of everything I've been trained for, sir.

Omega 2, this is Papa Romeo 1.

Omega 2, no matter what you hear, no matter what Colonel Madinger orders you

do, do not disrupt radio transmission.

I repeat, do not disrupt radio transmission.

Tommy, it's me, Lily.

Lily?

Lily, is that you?

It's me, Tommy.

Then you have to listen. There's been a horrible... Boxstaller, switch off radio

comm. Lily!

Lily, are you there?

I'm right here, Tommy.

Boxstaller, I'm ordering you to switch off. Sir, my wife is... Lillian, this is

Agent Parker.

Talk to him about your baby.

Tommy, please.

For our son, I am begging you to turn around.

I'm always going to be here any day now.

Boxstaller, they're trying to fool you.

Tell him about the baby. Something only you two would know.

Tell him about his big feet.

He's got your big feet. I can tell by the way he kicks.

I'm ordering you for the last time.

Sir.

Sir, there is no way the enemy knows about my son's big feet.

And about how hard he kicks.

Switch off radio comm now.

our hands now.

This is fighter route

six. We have visual contact with the B -52 squadron.

Upper Romeo one, this is Omega one.

We're receiving visual orders to divert course, and we've had an erratum on the

penetration order, sir.

Please advise.

Omega One, this is Papa Romeo One.

Abort mission and divert course immediately.

Do not attack Prince Sultan Army Bay.

Repeat, do not attack.

Gentlemen, I don't know if this is right.

We're headed home.

All right.

Did you hear? NSA has rescheduled our field trip to NORAD for tomorrow.

Mr. Parker, after all you've been through, wouldn't you rather stay home

red? So how about it?

You want to be my field trip buddy?

Sally Jensen said yes.

Yes, she brings liquid gold.

You know, it's half -tempted that Theo Ramsey wanted to have a drink.

Come on, you're not still upset I didn't remember you?

Why do you think you remembered Olga?

Donovan, I may have been only ten, but, uh, hey.

To Olga.

To Olga.

And good old Sally Jensen.