All language subtitles for seven_days_s01e10_sleepers

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

Hello, my son.

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

Who are you? What do you want?

No!

I'll be damned.

The White House.

Huh.

Not too shabby.

Did you get one of these?

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.

Well, I guess I'll probably have to use
yours!

Frank?

Frank!

You okay, man? I was just kidding.

You all right?

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.

Mm, warm.

Just like the old days.

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

Back in the unit.

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

Yeah, don't forget Miss Bangladesh.

Bangladesh.

Yeah.

You think everybody'll 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, I have memories.

Means nothing.

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.

Instead, move.

Is that an order?

A direct order.

You don't give me orders around here.

You're not my company.

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. 20 medalist years, for
God's sakes. Damn

it!

Congratulations, Parker.

Ramsey, it's time to 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?

Well, not to play matchmaker, but I
think we can deduce from that squirm

you have your answer, Olga.

I'd be honored.

Really?

I would.

You guys 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?

Yes, 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.

Let me get 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... Well,

that's odd.

He was over there a moment ago.

And the phone is off the hook.

Dad. Hello, my son.

Hey,

Charlie, get a seat.

Come on, let's have a drink later.

Hey, Mark!

Somebody call security.

A bunch of deadbeat Malcolm Tents just
broke into the White House.

Baby,

what's going on? You lost weight. You
look great. A little bit, a little bit.

couple pounds.

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 of Chittagong, you owe me at
least 5 ,000 Heineken's, dog. You know

what you can do with them 5 ,000
Heineken's. 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 him.

Donovan just arrived.

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.

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 Coleman's
dead.

Killed himself.

What?

They found him in his car three days
ago.

Gunshot wound to the head.

To a good soldier, Mark Golden.

To Mark.

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

It is my great privilege to award these
citations.

Assisting me in the presentation is
Nobel laureate, Dr. Thaddeus Colbert.

Who does Dr. Colbert serve here?

Who?

Robert Robelson.

Thaddeus Colbert, he's a research
scientist. He's been working on

secret for years.

I don't say.

Craig Donovan.

Thank you, sir.

The country is indebted to you, young
man.

Mrs. 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 Vukovic.

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 going to call
someone.

What?

Did you see the shooter? No.

Did you see anything, anything at all?
No.

What about you?

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

Did you see anything?

Look at me, I'm talking to you.

Check the halls, I'll get the exit,
right?

In summation of a precious life, O Lord,
ashes to ashes, death to death, we bury

our beloved son, our beloved friend,
Captain Craig Donovan on this day.

This is 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.

Frank. Frank, 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. Cobert?

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, there'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

conspiracy. To hell with that. When do
we go?

We're on standby, Frank. Until we know
the big picture, a 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 thing, 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 thought, all right.

If you have questions, ask them.

Thank you, Mr. Donovan.

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

My son was as fit as a tickle.

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

triathlon and he was helping kids learn
hoops over at the 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.

If there's anything we can do... Frank.

You bother me anytime you want.

Bother everybody.

Until you get to the bottom of this.

You hear?

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

And then he just disappeared.

I mean, 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.

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?

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.

Yeah.

I'd want to say I'm with you in spirit
on this one. Thanks, Isaac.

Commence countdown.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Reactor
at 100%.

Engage!

The Condition 2 event. The clock is at
24 hours and counting.

What is it, Frank?

I'm en 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

Okay.

When?

I'll be right there.

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

Who are you?

What do you want?

No. Hold it.

Put down the gun.

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.

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. Emile 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.

Your father's dead.

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 back step, Golden succeeded
in killing Sonsky. Then he shot himself.

Two days later, at our reunion...

You shot and killed another research
scientist, a Dr.

Cobart.

No way.

Then later in your hotel room...

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 Metner.

You can take it in here.

Thanks.

Hey, Isaac, what'd you find out?

There is a link between the two
scientists.

Uh -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

blasts for tactical use on the
battlefield.

Both Chomsky and Cobalt were working on
it, independently of each other.

Interesting show.

Do the... 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?

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.

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.

couldn't fight it. They found a primal
trigger, something in our subconscious

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?

He's gone. Dr. Lee?

Whoever was staying here.

He checked out just a few minutes ago.

Stop

right

there.

Hello, my son.

Drop the bag.

Put your hands behind your head.

You know who I am.

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.

Rajak Malkoni is too powerful a weapon.
Your country cannot be trusted with it.

No, really.

And why is that?

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

develops. The H -bomb, the H -bomb, soon
Malkoni. 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.

Listen to him.

I'm not Lee.

I'm Donovan.

Frank,

no.

Just put the gun down.

Do it, Frank.

Kill him.

This is your friend, Tony.

I'll kill you.

Got work and Golden's wife.

Oh, yeah? How's he doing?

Working with a Navy specialist with a
whole lot of therapy. He's going to be

right. Oh, good. I'm glad.

Do you have any more of those
flashbacks?

No, they're gone.

Good.

Frank, thanks.

For what?

I mean, for what, man? You saved my
life.

Twice, counting before the back step.

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

shoot me, Frank.

No, but maybe I should have.

Oh, okay. No, I don't give a...

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?