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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.

Catch it.

I can only go back seven days.

Oh, no!

The Japanese planes are coming to bomb us again!

Kids, hurry up and hide! Hurry up and hide! Will they kill us?

Yes!

Yeah. Yeah.

Thank you.

Greetings and salutations from Bora Bora to one and all.

What, the island Bora Bora?

No, actually, it's the shopping mall in Sherman Oaks. No, actually, it's a

little piece of island paradise in the Pacific. Hop, skip, and jump away, but

it's close enough. Anyway, the reason I'm calling is I just want to let you

I won't be coming home for a while. Is there a problem, John?

Does it look like there's a problem?

Not to me. Well, to make a long story short, there was an all -night poker

in Vegas, and anyhow...

Now I'm the proud owner of a tropical island.

Hey, congrats.

How long do you intend to be gone?

Well, it's hard to say with the wedding and all.

You're getting married?

No, I got married.

Got married.

So, which one's the lucky lady?

Well, it's kind of hard to tell. I had a few banana daiquiris, right? And

anyway, I'm going to be needing to take a little personal leave for a while.

But, John, if there's a back step, we'll need you here.

I've got a great recommendation for a temporary replacement.

He's a brilliant guy.

He actually helped me with some of my theoretical work. But he is a little out

there. No, unlike you, you mean. Unlike me. That's funny. That's humor.

See, that's Ramsay's humor. That's nice. Okay, I'll talk to you later. I've got

to go.

Bye -bye.

You can hang up, somebody.

Mr.

Owsley?

Mr.

Owsley?

I'm Bradley Talmadge with the National Security Agency.

There's a hole here. There's way too much here. There's not even close to

there.

John Ballard suggested that I meet with you. The man himself.

I was the old pirate.

You know, the first time we worked together, we cracked the string theorem

corollary to quantum redundancy.

I understand you were 11 at the time.

That's a total myth. I was 12.

Now, I can't even solve the effects of a gravity well on time ripples.

Unless...

Mr. Owsley, I represent a project with the government.

Uh, I'm kind of used to working on my own here.

You'd have an annual budget of $3 .7 billion.

For what?

What if I told you there were practical applications for your and Dr. Ballard's

theories?

I'd say not in this millennium.

What if I said you were wrong by about a thousand years?

There it is.

The device we use to send a man back in time, seven days.

Wow, I was picturing it as more of a Guttman variant on the Trenton Jones

pyramid. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Andrew Outley, our new member of the

backstep team.

Hey, you can call me Hooter.

Captain Greg Donovan, military liaison.

Welcome aboard.

Thanks. I'm Nate Ramsey, head of security.

And you are?

Oh, uh, Dr. Olga Vukovic, in charge of medical, I used to work on the Russian

project.

There was a Russian program, too?

Yeah, it tanked. Big surprise.

Hey,

Frank B. Parker.

The chrononaut?

You have my undying respect.

So what's this made out of, beryllium?

Some kind of unstable isotope compound?

It was created with a metal alloy retrieved from the Roswell crash.

Okay, Overload.

You don't have any of those aliens around, do you?

In the basement.

Do not wake me up.

Uh, what did you say his IQ is?

240.

God help us.

Man, I can't believe Ramsey's letting you out of here for a few days.

He so turned around getting a hooter set up, I caught him by surprise.

Gonna see Coop.

Boom Boom?

Uh -huh.

Boom Boom. Man, I ain't seen him since the squad reunion a couple years ago.

What's he up to?

He's running a restaurant.

A SEAL munitions expert running a restaurant? What's he do, blow up the

We've been exchanging e -mails. You gotta check this one out.

In this great and wide sea are things creeping innumerable small and great

beasts. And the beast that is the dragon waits for its meat, waits to bring the

death.

It's a riff on some passage in the Bible.

Tell me this isn't his usual stuff.

Guy always had a whack sense of humor.

Yeah, but this isn't funny.

This is why I'm out of here.

Later.

Later, later.

Hang on, hang on.

A little understaffed, eh?

Parker? Hey, Coop.

Hey, you nutty son of a bitch. How the hell are you?

Jesus,

good to see you, man.

Yeah, you too.

You look good.

You too, man. Good to see you.

Goddamn!

I gotta say, I just never saw you settling down.

Ch -ch -ch -changes, man.

Dunwich is a great place to live.

Beautiful weather, nice people.

You know, it's a little dead to my way of thinking.

That's off season.

It'll kill you.

So, what's it gonna be?

Especially the house that's usually seafood, but we're running a little low.

I'll tell you the truth, I'm not really hungry.

I'm gonna hear about your email.

Don't let it freak you.

You think I'd have a little fun?

Got you here, didn't it?

I tell you what, I've got to finish up something back there.

Then I'm going to rustle up something tasty and you and I are going to have a

little talk.

We've got a lot to talk about.

A lot of truths to tell.

Coop? Hey Coop, you okay?

It's been four days now since the blast destroyed the town of Dunwich, and

although the Federal Emergency Management Agency, otherwise known as

searching for survivors, hope is fading as days pass.

There was a World War II munitions bunker under an abandoned warehouse in

It's likely the explosion was triggered by a gas leak or chemical instability in

the armaments.

But how could the government just simply overlook a munitions storehouse?

They were top secret to start with.

And in the bureaucratic confusion after the war, a few escaped notice. It's a

great, great tragedy at our country's heart. Thank God you found that meat

locker, huh, Frank?

It is not the U .S. of A.'s fault that some nutjob friend of Parker's got his

kicks from blowing things up. Hey, nobody's pointing at Coop. Like the man

natural causes.

Oh, come on. They can't tell anything from an explosion of that size. And you

said yourself the guy was totally wigged out.

and he was a munitions expert.

I don't care what it looks like, Bonehead. I've known that man for years,

this is totally out of character. There's no way he did this. Oh, for

sake. People can be quite skilled at hiding their mental illnesses.

You know, I gotta admit, I'm with Nate on this one.

Look, all we gotta do is backstep, and then we'll know for sure.

The panel agrees with you. We're an immediate go. You'll arrive three days

before the actual explosion.

I'll suit up.

I know you guys are used to this, but just like that, you changed the world.

The most I've ever done is register to vote. Well, that's not necessarily a

thing. Frank, when you go back, make sure you bring in me and Olga.

Because I think you've lost perspective on this thing.

Really? Yeah, I do.

Who made you act, Frank?

Yale.

Isaac.

Thought you might be calling.

Please tell me this has nothing to do with the Dunwich Project.

You're aware of my report?

The official version.

It stands as written. This has nothing to do with that. What we did back then

buried and gone.

Please rest easy.

It's been years since that's been possible.

Reactor at 80%. Reactor at

90%.

Reactor at

100%. Engage.

This is off the chart amazing.

Oh!

So I'm going to do a little poking around, see if I can find out what the

went on in this town.

Do we have any leads on the perpetrator?

Uh, no, not really. Like I said, one minute Dunwich was there, next minute it

was gone.

Dunwich? Yeah, a sleepy little place no one's really heard of until the last

timeline. Listen, I think I may need some help. Perhaps you should send

and Olga.

It's on the way.

Looks like a nice little place.

Maybe I caught it on a bad day.

Parker?

Dunham? Oh, yeah.

How the hell are you?

Hey,

you nutty son of a bitch.

Hey, you guys hungry?

Cool.

This crab's really, really good.

And this from a guy who won a bet eating a frog.

While it was still alive.

Hey, Fred, cut what you're eating.

Here, here, here, here. Take full credit.

Oh, sure. He'd be gloating, you mean. I was getting ready to give him a haircut,

and he just left.

Feeling a bit peaked, I guess.

You're limiting that, aren't you?

No, no, no, no. I don't like to keep it. Sure? No, really.

Pops is great, though. Would you like some?

Um, Mr. Coop, do you mind if I leave a little early today? I have to take my

to the doctor.

It's impossible trying to get good help around here. They're always trying to

take advantage.

Well, of course you can, sweetie. Just finish up the lunch here first.

So, what do you think of our sleepy little burg so far?

Charming. We're damn proud of the place, actually.

Best little town no one's ever heard of.

Yet. I told you not to take my food without asking permission!

What the hell are you looking at?

Of course it's not her.

Seems like the same old kook to me. I thought the same thing in the last

timeline until I found these wafers packed up into little pieces.

Well, psychotic breaks can happen for a number of reasons.

Genetics, trauma.

Ex -wives.

Look, I'm going to check out this munitions bunker. How about you two keep

eye on it, huh?

Normally I complain, but I'm ready for seconds.

If you want any of my stuff, you're gonna have to pay for it.

No, I don't want any of your stuff, buddy. I'm sorry. Are you okay? I didn't

realize... You wouldn't happen to have a very large stash of explosives around

here, would you?

Didn't think so.

Somebody's wires got crossed. There's no munitions here.

Could they have been moved?

They did. It was a long time ago.

Well, we are dealing with spotty records. Let me do some more checking.

Great.

Frank?

Frank, are you all right?

Something is definitely off here.

Well, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Isaac, what is it?

Is something wrong?

Unfortunately, there may be.

I'll let you know.

Get me the Secretary of Defense.

Sir, a Dr. Mentner?

Isaac, to what do I owe this pleasure?

It's anything but a pleasure, I fear.

It's Dunwich.

Dunwich?

It's been a long time since I've heard that name.

Yeah, what we worked on so long ago seems somehow to have resurfaced.

No. No.

You were in charge. We were too careful.

It's possible he was lying dormant all the years.

I hope I'm mistaken.

But if I'm not... I'll look into it immediately.

Yes.

Hey. Professor, I'm in a little trouble with Ramsey and could use your help. I

was running some tests on the launch sequencer, just to see if I could tweak

little fine -tuning.

I don't recall that you were cleared for that.

Well, I'm not yet, technically, but I just couldn't wait to get my hands on

and I kind of shut down the power grid. For how long?

Ten or twelve hours.

Young man, we all make choices in life and we have to learn to live with the

consequences.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I'm not finished with you!

I'll finish you!

I'll finish you all!

Nick?

Oh, Coop, man, don't do this.

Let's just take a deep breath, all right, man? Just take a deep breath. We

get through this.

You don't have to go out.

Put down the knife, man. You don't want to do this.

Coop?

Frankie?

Turned her back for one second. What do you think you're doing there, Coop?

You want to give her some time off?

You don't have to do that.

Yes,

I do.

No, you really don't.

Anything, Nate? We still can't get any kind of a signal from Parker's cell

phone. I'll check scent blocking.

His cell phone's jammed.

FEMA's doing it.

Gotta be. As soon as something goes wrong, first thing they do is contain

area.

Rounding up people like they're animals out there.

We should tell them we're here. We could assist them.

They'll just quarantine us like everybody else. If we really want to

what's going on around here, it's best we stay out of their hands.

This is my assistant, Samantha Ludwig.

We'll debrief over this way.

We're gathering the populace for testing and quarantine, but unfortunately most

are resisting.

The symptoms have already started to affect a large percentage of the town.

It starts with fever and sweating.

Homicidal and over 80%. With occasional periods of normalcy, it progresses to

complete dementia and eventual physical and mental collapse.

Excuse me.

This still could be an attack from an outside source and not from our project.

The coincidence would be too great. Isaac, whatever the cause, the pattern

spread suggests the toxin was transmitted through the air.

We're still testing, but if it is... I know the protocol.

I can only hope it doesn't come to that.

I've got a team in there.

We've got another one with all the signs of late -stage disease.

Fever's reading 104.

Symptoms are spreading so rapidly.

The exposure had to be recent.

Could we be breathing a chemical or something right now?

It's possible. It could be in the air.

Or in the water.

What?

Cook sent me an email the last time when he talked about death from the tea.

From the Bible.

Couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but...

I knew you were trying to tell me something.

Where is it?

Here. The Book of Isaiah.

Leviathan. The dragon from the sea.

Exactly. I've seen that somewhere.

I got a plan.

What the hell are you talking about?

I got to get out of here.

Those bastards.

Try to wall us in.

Don't show them.

We'll burn our way out.

Donovan, you're not thinking straight.

Oh, yeah, I am.

Oh, yeah, I see. You're the one who's not thinking straight.

Unless you're one of them, Frankie.

Are you with him, Frankie?

Great, buddy. Come on.

Are you one of them, Frankie, buddy, huh?

Frank, we should help you sleep.

I wish there was some other way, but we're going to have to leave you here

now, okay?

We're going to work out what's going on.

Right.

We'll be back.

Well, there are rats in there.

No, there aren't.

Well,

maybe one or two, but they're friendly.

Huge, but friendly.

I'm telling you, I can only handle clean lab rats.

Hello.

Came to buy something from you, big guy.

A weapon of some sort would be nice here.

I wouldn't want to freak him out.

I think it's a little later, don't you?

You can have this.

But I get to go through your stuff, okay?

Not you.

Her.

Okay.

They've torn each other apart.

Leviathan. Yeah, I know.

That's my boat.

Isaac, there's a burned -out car.

Is this one of your men?

But that doesn't prove that they're dead.

I'll bring a biohazard team. We'll go in there and find them.

Oh, it's no use.

Even if they're still alive, they'd be contaminated by now, and there's no

cure.

My project did this. I did this.

There's no point blaming yourself, Isaac.

I know too damn well how it feels.

We've not only lost Frank, lost Olga, lost Craig,

but possibly the whole future of Baxter.

Isaac.

The project was wrong from the beginning.

Isaac, it wasn't. When we worked together 30 years ago, I was a green

taught me that regrets are foolish when results are uncontrollable. We did what

we did for our nation's safety.

We started with tainted research.

The Japanese in World War II tested it on innocent civilians, using insects to

carry the biotoxin into the food supply.

It drove the Chinese peasants into a homicidal rage.

Families were suddenly slaughtering each other.

It was nightmarish.

But our goal was different than theirs.

We were going to develop a weapon that would render enemy soldiers insane, turn

them on each other, and we worked to make the effects temporary. We failed,

we had to try.

We had to do nothing.

We chose to.

We chose to create the atom bomb. We chose to create the exhaust drain.

And you chose to kill the research for ethical reasons.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

The final data confirms what we feared.

The biotoxin is not spread through food. It's airborne.

Well, in that case, we have to contain it before it spreads through the rest of

the country.

I'll make the call.

He'll never know that the data's been falsified.

No.

This is Isaac Mintner.

Thank you.

Mr. President, we made the decision to destroy Dunwich.

We need your final approval, sir.

Okay, I've got it.

It's a biologically -based toxin. It attacks cells of the body, specifically

brain cells.

But the particles are too large to be airborne, which means that it has to

been spread through food.

Through the seafood at Coop's restaurant.

That we all ate.

Everyone but you.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Fine.

How much time do I have?

I don't know.

If we knew where this canister came from... This has satellite modem

capabilities.

Right, and Beeman doesn't block medical channels, so...

Let's get some help, shall we?

Yeah.

Okay, I'm in. I hope you know, me breaking into a top -secret government

database like this, they could lock me up and throw away the key. But I'm

already on probation around here. Right, here's the serial number.

XR1212. Just so you know, that's military black ops coding from 30 years

Rumors point to secret experiments with biological chemical stuff.

Some of the chat rooms think they're linked to the Freemasons.

Subterranean lost races.

I gotta get a light.

Well, how about getting a damn answer, you little bastard?

Yeah, uh, sorry.

Whoa. This is deep -level stuff here.

Wait, wait, we're losing you.

I think someone's jamming us.

Mr. Owsley? Mr. Owsley, can you hear me?

Final protocol.

They're going to destroy the town again.

I'll download directly to you. Yeah, this is Black Ops, all right. It's a

reserved for natural emergency.

Exit the bioweaponry. Totally illegal, by the way.

But I can see he's going to narrate a devoted emergency that's totally an

antidote.

Did he say antidote?

Yes, the CDC.

They have a cure in case the strain gets out, but this doesn't make any sense.

FEMA would know about it. Why would they destroy the town?

Because someone at FEMA wants to cover up what really happened here.

Mr. Parker?

I should be the one to go to FEMA. Between the soldiers and the crazies,

never make it. Look, you're in no condition to... I'm fine!

I've been crazy before. Remember, the key to getting through it is to, uh...

To...

Hold

on to one true thought.

Evacuation of Dunwich is almost complete, sir.

Just about that.

Two minutes.

Don't destroy the town. I've got information.

Name's Greg B. Parker, NSA.

Do not destroy the town.

Please, I've got information.

Do not destroy the town.

Stop that van!

I don't want the perimeter briefs.

Go, go.

I know him. Right.

Hey, Frank.

I think what the hell are you doing here?

Listen, it's the toxin. It's spread through the food. There's a cure. Get

out of here before he infects us all.

No, you've got to listen to me. You don't have to destroy the town.

He's got the illness. He doesn't know what he's saying. No, it's got proof.

There's a cure at the CDC.

Sir, 30 seconds until detonation.

Isaac.

Please.

Continue as ordered.

No.

Stop the bombing. You can't do that if the strain should get out.

I believe him. Stop the bombing now.

I'm going into town to find out for myself.

Isaac, what if you're wrong? We can't risk it. Why not?

Is what Frank said true?

And you knew.

You continued the project long after I ordered it shut down. Please, we're not

even sure if the cure will work.

I'll take that chance.

You'll be all right, Frank.

Help me.

Why dump the stuff in the ocean?

Well, there was so much pressure from the UN on bioweaponry. We had to shut it

down or risk exposure.

Salt water is a natural dilution.

You should be fine in a day or two.

I gotta tell you, the food in here sucks.

It's a hell of a lot better than that damn fishy horse.

Speaking of fish, we're rounding up some folks for some poker later, you in?

You betcha. Great.

Hey.

Thanks.

For everything.

Next time open a steak joint, okay?

You see my lighter?

No.

When you were fighting the sickness, you mentioned a thought to keep you

sane. Yeah?

I was just wondering, what was it?

Well, that would be my little secret.

Oh, sorry.

I was just looking at it, you know.

It's all right. I've spent many an hour here myself.

I want to apologize for being short with you.

You can be short with me whenever you want.

Olga tells me how much you've helped her.

You've done good work, Andrew.

Call me Hooter.

I think not.

Really cool.