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Ever wish you could live your last week all over again?

Well, my name's Frank P. 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.

That is,

I can only go back seven days.

How can she do that to him, for God's sakes?

Mr. Ramsey?

Yeah?

There's another one of those calls for Parker on line one, sir.

Oh, not her again.

God.

Patch her through.

Go ahead.

Frankie.

No, it's not Frankie.

Thought I told you not to call here again, Dolores.

Look, Squeaky, go pedal crazy somewhere else, okay? We're all full up around

here. If Frank doesn't talk to me, the little birdies are going to fall from

sky, and it will be a very sad... Bitch.

Let me get that for you.

Spinach salad, a little couscous.

Couscous. You know, I can't remember the last time someone made me a home

-cooked meal, Mr. Parker. I'm impressed.

I wouldn't do it for just anybody.

I also got this bottle of 1967... Hey, lover boy.

How about doing us a favor and stop giving out top -secret phone numbers

bimbo you meet? What the hell are you talking about?

Thought I told you not to call here again, Dolores.

You worthless redneck.

Frank's ignoring me.

You know, you're all alike. You just, you nothing.

I don't know any Dolores and I'm busy right now, okay?

Oh, well, I'm sure you found somewhere for her in your schedule of Duncan the

Butchery. Olga, I... I hope she likes couscous.

You like couscous?

What's couscous?

Sir, she's on the line again.

We'll be right there.

Come on, Frankie.

Let's put an end to this once and for all.

She's on the line, too. Find out where it's coming from.

Dolores! This is beginning to irritate me. Put me through to Frank Parker now.

Let me ask you something, Dolores. Is being a whack job your occupation or

a little hobby?

Don't toy with me, Nathan.

But you know my name.

Oh, I know more than you think. You have no idea who you're messing with.

Well, we're all shaking in our boots down here, Dolores, but you know what?

You're in luck because your favorite nutcase just walked in and he'd like to

hi.

This is Parker.

What are you talking about? I don't know you.

How could you say that after what you've done to me?

Look, I'm going to cut to the chase. I don't know who you are or how the hell

you got this number, but... Frank, if you'll just listen to me. But you better

stop calling here. Leave me alone, Dolores. You're not wanted here.

What the hell are you doing?

She was annoying me.

God. Got it.

Where? According to this, a payphone at the Eldorado Casino in Vegas.

Oh, talk about your needle in a haystack.

I keep telling you, I don't know anyone by the name of Dolores.

Well, she knows you, heartbreaker.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

You're not wanted here.

Yes? Secure call, sir. Put him through.

This is McMahon.

This is Agent Frank B. Parker, National Security Agency, ID number 378349081.

Yes, Agent Parker. What can we do for you?

The NSA will be running a test shortly at Groom Lake in Nevada.

Control centers in the West may experience a millisecond disturbance on

radar screens.

You people aren't giving us much time.

We apologize.

It's for security reasons, sir. How long do we have?

Less than a minute.

Notify all other West Region ATCs who are about to take a millisecond power

in your screens.

Courtesy of Uncle Sam.

Hello, Houston. Call in to HQ. You're going to experience a small hit in 30

seconds.

Hello, Dallas. Call in to HQ. You're going to experience a small hit in 30

seconds. Crack that.

Go in there, 367.

Turn left to 330.

Climb and maintain 27 ,000. Roger that.

KLM 686.

Turn right to 1 -6 -0, descend to 2 -2 -thousand.

What's going on?

My screen's gone blank. I got two planes crossing the same section.

Where did he get that?

It was only supposed to be a millisecond disturbance.

Tell that to the families of the people who used to be on my screen.

Get me Washington.

More on the air traffic control disaster. Fire and rescue teams, along

the National Safety Board, continue to comb crash sites throughout the western

United States, searching for survivors.

The tally is still coming in, but at least 36 jetliner and private aircraft

accidents have been confirmed.

Thousands are presumed dead or missing.

And we've got some late -breaking news.

Unnamed sources from the FAA have implicated the National Security Agency

the air traffic shutdown.

Where the hell did they get that? This event was tied to a top -secret program

at Groom Dry Lake, Nevada, also known as Area 51.

We'll have more on this story as it continues. Sounds like you got a leak

big guy.

How did that happen, Nate?

It wasn't one of my people.

You're the one giving out your phone number to every Betty you mount. Look,

chickenhead, if I told you once, I told you a thousand times. I don't know

anyone by the name of Dolores.

We're backstabbing, right?

Frank, I have to ask you this question.

Sure.

Did you make a call to the FAA in the last 24 hours?

No. Why?

What is it, Bradley?

The NSA will be running a test shortly at Groom Lake in Nevada.

Control centers in the West may experience a millisecond disturbance on

radar screens.

You people aren't giving us much time.

We apologize. It's for security reasons, sir.

I didn't make that call. That's not me.

I mean, it's my voice, but I never said any of that.

Oh, it's just somebody that sounds exactly like you. Shut up, Ramsey.

And somebody that happens to know your confidential ID number and where you

work. Sure.

I've been ordered by the NSA to place Frank under house arrest for

evaluation.

Come on, that's insane. What about the back step?

Talmadge, put it through.

This is Frank Parker.

I want everyone to know that I'm responsible for the FAA disaster.

Who the hell is this?

I told you I'd do it, Mr. Ramsey. Little birdie who would fall from the sky.

But you just brushed me off like some kind of lunatic.

This is Bradley Talmadge.

Who are you, and what do you want?

All I wanted was to talk to Frank. He hung up on me.

Told me I wasn't wanted.

You're there now, aren't you, Frank?

Yeah, I'm here.

Good. How does it feel to have everybody think you're crazy?

I'm used to it.

Maybe you should have treated me with a little more respect, huh?

Uh, Dolores.

You've killed thousands of innocent people.

That's right. And the FAA was just the tip of the iceberg.

More people are going to die because of what you've done to me.

Oh, Frank.

It's going to really suck to be you.

Well, I'm sure in light of this, the panel will authorize a back step.

I've worked out a quick psychological profile on Dolores.

Dad?

Caucasian. She's probably in her late 20s, early 30s. Obviously highly

intelligent. Obviously a troll freak.

She may have been raised by an abusive parent. Could be a smoker.

That's it. Can't trust those smokers.

When's the first time she called?

Exactly a week ago. She should phone in very soon after you arrive.

I know it goes without saying, but be careful how you handle her.

I know. Gotta keep those birdies up where they belong.

Good luck, Frank.

Anti -oscillation phase canceling on.

Reactor at 90%. 110.

Final control activated.

End game.

Ramsey, listen.

What? Any minute now, a crazy woman named Dolores is going to call for me.

don't blow her off. It's important I talk to her. So what, are we back

now so that you can make up with chicks you banged from the Manson family?

Shut up, will you? This is serious. She's a complete psychopath.

She'll be calling from the El Dorado Hotel in Vegas.

I already got Owsley setting up a trace. As soon as she calls, have a team ready

to nail her.

She's on line four.

Everything set?

Let her rip.

Dolores?

Frank, is that you?

Yeah, it's me.

You really hurt me, Frank. You know that?

I don't understand.

I mean, you're obviously upset about something I did to you. She's at the El

Dorado in Vegas, a phone bank near the Southwest entrance. Well, I'm not

it. I'm just trying to... Mr.

Ramsey, let's get a team together. No, wait.

What? Hold on.

It's a bounce. She's in Manhattan.

What? You don't remember me, do you?

Yeah, sure I do. No, wait, wait. Now she's in Frankfurt. No.

Listen, Dolores.

Bangkok. Whatever I did, I never meant to hurt you, and I'm going to do

everything I can to make it up to you, okay?

It's on Columbus Street.

Sure, I can do that.

And I know what you're thinking.

You better come alone.

If I so much as suspect you've got friends around, little birdies are going

fall from the sky.

You have three hours.

Did you get that scooter?

The signal's bouncing up every satellite in the universe. She's accessing too

many channels for us to put a trace on.

I have the jets standing by.

Looks like you're going to San Francisco.

Evening, fellas.

I'm sorry.

Dolores? No. Next time.

Get a beer, a bottle.

You wouldn't have to be divorced, would you?

Keep the change. Thanks, man.

That was one of my better qualities.

You said you were going to be here.

I thought it would be more fun if we played a game.

It's called Dolores Demand.

I tell you what to do, and you do it.

Well, it doesn't sound like much fun to me. What if I don't want to play?

Look out the window, Greg.

See that stoplight?

Yeah.

If you don't do what I tell you to, there will be hell to pay.

Ready to play?

Uh, look, you're obviously getting some kind of kick out of this. What do I get?

What do you get?

Well, I do something for you. You got to do something for me.

And what would that be?

A question.

I get to ask you a question every time I do something for you.

All right.

Good.

Then let the games begin.

Okay. Take your NSA ID and drop it in the trash can.

Your gun. Okay.

I've done it.

No, you haven't.

Yeah. That's better.

Good, Frank.

Thank you. And also... The one from your ankle holster.

Good.

Now, you see that woman with the orange top at the bar?

Yes, sort of impossible to miss.

Well, you're a big lady man, right?

Here's what I want you to do.

Can I help you?

Yeah, uh, look, I'm an agent with the NSA.

I'm not an actor.

No, I'm not that kind of an agent.

Look, I want to apologize for what I'm about to do and thank you in advance

because it's probably going to stop a car accident.

The best pick -up lines are brief.

We're going to be full of that.

That's a new one.

I was just leaving anyway.

Very

funny,

Dolores.

You could use a little work on your moves there, Casanova.

So I get a question now, right?

Is your name really Dolores?

Yes. Dolores what?

Ah, sorry. That's two questions.

But you know what? You've been such a good boy that I think you deserve a

present. Why don't you look in the garbage can?

Bye.

Here you are, Dolores.

You better make a run for it.

Why?

Not

bad,

Frank. Quick thinking.

Now, for your next location.

Isn't this an invasion of privacy?

Yep.

Isn't it fun?

Talmadge wants us to look for any clue that might help us figure out who this

freak Dolores is.

Like what?

Oh, you know, cards, letters, naked photos.

Oh, please.

Ha -ha!

Got some, y 'all.

Bingo.

Letters from Father Kelly.

Hey, they picked us from Jim.

Did we be doing this?

Oh, yeah. This is standard protocol in situations like this.

Good God.

Oh, yeah, Bambi.

That girl can show enough twirl and tassel.

Shouldn't we be focusing on what we're doing here?

Yeah, yeah, I'll put that away.

So do you think there's anything here about me?

Don't look like it.

Yeah, I'm shaking in my boots, Dolores.

So why am I here?

Okay, well, turn a little bit to your left and look up.

You see that? See that little box hanging on the wire?

Yeah. What is it?

It's a PDA with a map to your next location.

Well, how the hell am I supposed to get it?

That's for you to figure out.

You've got three minutes.

You know what, Dolores? This is getting kind of boring. Frank, look behind you.

I can shut off the power.

Fire stations, 911 centers.

Do you really want that on your conscience?

Ready?

How do I know this isn't a live wire?

Yeah, well, I guess you're just going to have to trust me. Oh, great.

incredibly high tolerance for pain.

When did we... No.

How do you know me?

Let's just say it all started when I spotted you from a distance. We were

passing in the night.

That's not good enough, Dolores.

Well, that's all you're getting for now.

You've got 15 minutes to get to your next location.

Better get moving.

Dolores.

I'm at a bookstore.

That's it?

What am I supposed to do here?

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. You probably don't know what a book is, do you?

Dolores! There's a key hidden inside one of them. Which one?

Oh, come on, Frank. That'd be too easy.

You have two minutes to find it or I'll shut off power to the entire city.

That's right, Frank. Hurry.

When the lights go out, all the communications will be crippled.

Hospital emergency rooms will be affected.

life support might be in trouble.

Bay Area Rapid Transit will lose all power.

Just think, Frankie, all those lives hanging in the balance, and only you can

find the key to unlocking this dilemma.

Dolores, this is insane. There's got to be over a thousand books here.

Yeah, well, that's the shape of things to come.

Shape of things to come.

See, everything's together. I'm gonna move with that.

H .G. Wells.

Son of a bitch.

H .G. Wells. Ten seconds. Huh?

Huh? You need some work with me, huh?

I know what you do.

I know all about Project Backstep.

And if you don't do everything I tell you to, the whole world will know about

too. Quite the conundrum, huh, Frank?

Okay, so now you know what I do. How much longer are we going to play this

stupid game, huh?

Frankie, dear, fret not.

You're proving yourself to me with each step.

The key is for the lock.

What lock?

That's my ride?

Check your PDA for your next location.

Okay. Now for my next question.

How exactly did I hurt you, Dolores?

You took something that was very important, to be frank, and it broke my

Okay. You have five minutes.

See you at your next location.

Dolores.

Dolores.

Conundrum. Did you get the bits? No, not yet. Well, why the hell not?

Shut up, Ramsey.

Frank, are you all right?

Yeah. I mean, no, Dolores has put me through absolute hell. But listen, we've

got a much bigger problem. She knows about Backstep. She even knows I'm a

chrononaut.

She seems to know a lot about me, but I'm not convinced we've ever met.

Is there any woman who's been in the program who might be behind this?

None that I can think of.

Run a check on every woman who's been involved with Backstep.

Yes, sir.

Frank, I'm sending Craig to you with backup.

No. No, Dolores wants me on my own.

Judging by her track record, I wouldn't recommend taking her off any more than

she already is.

Is this her track, Frank?

Well, if it is, she's taking her sweet time getting down to it.

I gotta go.

Oh, yeah, about as much fun as a car accident.

Well,

the game's almost over, Mr. Crononaut.

Do you hear that?

Sounds like a rowdy bunch. What do you want me to do, a little karaoke for

There's no place for a lady.

Very good, Dolores. So you figured out I used to be an amateur boxer.

Actually, I didn't. I just wanted to see you get the crap beat out of you.

You're going to pick a fight with Fearless and knock him out.

No, I'm not.

You know what I'm capable of.

If you don't, little birdies will fall.

You're killing me, Dolores.

Just killing me.

Yes indeed, yes indeed.

You heard the man.

Who's gonna be next up in the cage, huh?

Don't be shy.

You gotta lose.

Your life.

Evening, fellas.

Uh -uh.

Oh, hell no.

I think you on the wrong block.

No, correction.

I know you on the wrong block.

This ain't no sandbox.

I smell pork.

No, no, no. I'm not a cop. Look, boy.

You ain't got no business here.

What? Afraid I'll kick your ass?

You gonna kick my ass.

Beat his ass and get him up out of here. We can go back to business.

My time is money.

You whole world hurt, little man.

Oh, your mama don't think I'm so little.

Think what?

Your mama.

In bed?

Last night?

Okay. All right. Here we go.

I must walk.

I bet that's smart, Frank.

Lawrence, I'm going to get you.

What'd you say?

Aim to please.

Now I get another question.

Who won the 1988 World Series?

What?

Come on.

Who won the 1988 World Series?

The Dodgers.

Very good.

Now I'm the one who's impressed.

Frank Parker?

Yeah? I'm here to pick you up.

Pretty rough neighborhood, fella.

You're lucky your girlfriend called a taxi for you.

She did, huh?

Where are we going?

About a mile off.

Better neighborhood?

Not really.

I didn't think so.

Hey, I don't allow passengers in the front seat.

Piss you off.

It's cool. Hey, hey, where are you going?

Hi again.

All right, Dolores, I'm driving.

Where am I going?

Stealing a cab.

Now you're turning into a thief.

I'm getting tired of this game.

Well, playtime's almost over. Stay on Van Ness until you hit market.

It's the third building on the south side.

Suppose I just take this cab to the airport and go home.

No, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Is that right?

Think about it, Frankie.

Just six months before your first launch date, you'll never see the dream become

reality.

Renundrum, sir.

Frank? Listen, things aren't adding up.

First off, I don't think Dolores is a woman.

Why do you say that?

Because I've never met a woman in my life who can tell me who won the 1988

Series.

Look, in the last timeline, Dolores sampled my voice.

I think what I'm hearing isn't her real voice.

It's certainly possible.

Second, she thinks Backstab isn't operational yet.

What exactly did she say?

She thinks it won't be ready for another six months.

Anyway, that's all I got for now.

I'm pulling up to my next location. I'll call you later.

Andrew, access the recording of the phone call we tried to trace.

Voice analysis on Dolores?

Go for it.

I have a hunch.

Let's see where it takes us.

Little birdies are gonna fall from the sky.

Little birdies are gonna fall from the sky.

Little birdies are gonna fall from the sky.

I know who that is.

Dean Loris.

He was the original software engineer for Operation Backstep.

But a very troubled soul.

Quite unstable.

Prone to fit survival.

Now, calm down. I have asked you to calm down. I've taken my back from you. I've

dedicated my life to this project.

When he finished his work, he assumed that he would be the world's first time

traveler. And when I explained to him, there was no possibility of that.

It must have pushed him over the edge.

By the time we got them, he'd gone on a

murderous rampage. We found him barricaded in his hangar.

He's placed in a psychiatric hospital where he's supposed to remain the rest

his life. If Loras is out, he's capable of anything.

Getting soft on me, Dolores?

That's right, sweetie.

I'm getting all tingly inside.

Don't keep me waiting.

Bradley, I'm on the fourth floor of a building at 1704 Market.

You were right.

Dolores is not a woman. His name is Dean Loris. He was a member of the original

backstep team. He had a breakdown when he found out he was never going to

qualify to be a chrononaut.

Toss the gun away.

Now.

And the phone.

Call's over.

Bradley, uh, hang on a second, will you? What is it, Frank?

Is he there?

Frank?

Dean Loris?

It's your mother. She wants you to stop this foolishness and come home.

Very good, Frank.

Get rid of the gun. I still have control of the city's power grids.

Sorry, Bradley. I gotta go.

Dean's getting a little cranky.

You're much more capable than I thought you'd be.

What'd you expect?

I expected you to die.

And if not that, at least that you'd be crawling on your hands and knees right

now, admitting that you don't have the right stuff to backstep.

I'm the only one who was ever meant to pilot that sphere.

That's what I tried to tell Isaac.

Believe me, I didn't volunteer for this crap.

Shut up!

What gives someone like you the right to change history?

Well, I've done it.

In fact, I did it to stop you.

Backstep?

That's right.

It works.

So if I press this button and all the planes go down?

I just backstep and undo it.

And if you're dead?

There are others.

I don't believe you.

But what is it that you want?

I want you to jump, you son of a bitch.

You took my dream away.

That's it?

You just want me to jump?

What did I say?

But only if you promise to stop this nonsense.

I am a man of my word. I'm like so many liars in this world today.

God, I love you.

Not as much as I love that shirt.

Grab it.

You were the better man.

I just wanted to say that I feel really bad that we had to go through your

personal belongings. I hope you're not offended.

It's funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing.

Oh, I've seen souvenirs before.

That's not what I meant.

You meant because there was nothing about me in your little box? I was

relieved, to be quite honest.

Okay, if you say so.

I leave you with your memories.