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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

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 TX -30.

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 a fantasy
of some American conspiracy lunatic,

but then we confirmed the worst.

This is the tape used to sell the TX -30
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

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 secret. 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 the flight
trinket in your package after the last

mission? My package?

Yeah, where you keep the family jewels.

I'm really worried.

Hey, God, Parker.

It's the oldest trick in the book.

That wasn't very nice betting against
me.

Why not? You lost.

Well, I wouldn't have. Make sure that
the beer is chilled to two degrees

Celsius. Thank you very much.

Chill it, 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.

It 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.

Check. Thanks.

Excuse me, fellas.

Parker.

No, no. Four against one. These are good
odds. Trust me.

I can't check.

You 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

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. 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. Come on, girl.

Let's go.

Who was that masked man?

Parker to the rescue.

Come on, Parker's pride. Come on.

Gaining on you. I can't, Norman.

Yeah? I need you in security command.

It's lunchtime, Nancy.

I mean now, Parker.

Someday I'm going to form a colonizing
unit.

You want me to leave?

No, you stay here.

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

Good night. Good night.

You must be Senor Freddy.

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

Turn off the light.

It's a great deal of money.

Not that much for what it bought 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

-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

sensor is operational, we may not have
to make so many backsteps.

What are we waiting for?

Intel says the explosion was no
accident. They think an unauthorized

obtained and used the rocket's remote
destruct codes.

Those codes were top secret.

Whoever did this had one hell of an
inside track.

That they did.

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

People, let's backstep.

Everything

cool?

Yes, sir. Looking good.

What do you know?

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

What?

Hey,

fellas, what's the big...

More juice, Doc. More juice.

Quick!

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

All right. Hit me again.

Come on, Doc.

Doc!

Doc, wait. Wait a second. Wait. Hey,
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 they'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, a back step won't even be

So Parker's life is in our hands now.

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

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.

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

severe 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.

Oh.

Well.

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.

Not yet. 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

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.

Forget it.

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.

That's weak. I'm sorry, Dr. Bukovic.

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

material.

Listen, Olga... I scolded him, but all
he could say was, I don't care, this

whole damn place is a secure facility.

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.

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 were very close.

Wait, what are we calling?

Sure.

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

No, I...

I'd really rather do it myself.

Sure.

Hey, buddy, what the hell do you think
you... Wait a sec.

I know you.

You're that beer technician.

What is this?

Panty raid, you sick dog?

Damn it, Olga, not now.

Olga, you don't want to be here.

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

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

Kick it. Kick it, you idiot.

Hey.

No. Because you came back.

Almost had to bust her 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.

I should 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

best thinking?

Right.

Man, I could sure use a cold one.

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

You, uh... You hurt me?

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

Yes! Touching the ward!

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

Only when I witness a miracle.

Now, I suppose to say I was blind, but
now I see, right?

They teach you this game, and satanic
funding school didn't send you out to

torture the blind and the lame. No, no,
listen. Sam!

Get that twisted blood sucker off me,
will you?

What blood sucker would that be?

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.

Hilarious. Hey, Barney, the reason you
can't see me is I'm dead.

and he gives water and whisks me down to
piss water.

Name's Frank Parker. I'm 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

help, Barney. What kind of help? 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've seen plenty of spy movies before I
lost my sight.

Some poor sucker does someone a favor.
Next thing you know, they're lying in a

field with begonias growing out their
ass. That's not gonna happen, Barney.

supposed to trust you? You're dead.

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

I'm sorry. I'd like to help, but I
really would. But I'm just a poor old

man on a fixed income.

A rotten one at that.

A lousy disability -cutting bastard.

Sweater.

Socks, bug 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.

The Latvian Brown, that's a nice side of
beef. Stop!

Okay, what's the damn number?

Yes, all right.

Hello? I got one thing.

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?

Four and eight, the fin sheep, the
Elliot Dale, the Norwegian fur.

Never wearing wool again.

Excuse me?

Look, just say conundrum.

Your boy Frank here says to say
confoundum. Not confoundum, conundrum.

Confound who?

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, don't bite my head
off. I'll throw you a favor here.

What? Just say it to her. It's my code
name, all right?

Esther.

What the hell is in that drink?

Olga. I'm still here, Barney.

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 I...

really need this to be done quietly.

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

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 a call himself.

It was Barney Thomas, the blind man at
the rendezvous.

That old booze hound called you?

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

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.

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.

Son of a bitch.

Who the hell's Freddy?

You caught a buzz at the rendezvous last
night. 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?

Said that Parker told him. Parker, that
nut. Exactly.

From 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

country. Finally, I get one perfect
shot.

Something my conscience can live with.

And I'm not going to let you screw it up
for me. I tell you, I didn't say

nothing.

I must have done it right once.

And I'll be damned if I'm going to
forfeit the Colombian drug boy's money

second time around. Drug dealers?

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

Damaged the sphere? Wait a minute.
You're still paying me my cut, right?

You were under the sphere.

You want your money?

Pay a farewell visit to your friend
Barney tonight, Freddy.

You think you can handle an old blind
man?

Freddy!

I ran that name for you.

It seems Barney Thomas had 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

years ago.

So he still had his fight 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 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 saw the
codes all over again.

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

Terrific.

There's something about the ceremony
that makes me feel so final.

Closure is important.

It 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.

Mr. French.

And to us.

To what's past.

That's a nice toast, Pierce.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Here.

Cool.

Slam dunk, you blind man.

Those bloodshot eyes are going to look
like a couple of basketballs when I get

through with you.

Whoa.

Barney, go on, man. It's me, Parker.

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

Barney, turn around.

Let me be, now. I did what you asked.
You know those fight movies you

earlier? The one with the, uh, we're
going out the innocent guy's ass? Yeah,

well, you're gonna be one -sided
flowerpot if you don't turn around right

Run!

Say your prayers, blind man.

Run!

Hey. 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. As long as you find me a drink
for us.

A double, hell, a triple.

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

I love the open road.

I ain't talked this way in years.

Slow down, there's a curb coming up.
Come on, we can take it. Which way,

Frankie? After that curb.

Which way?

Go left and right, Frankie. Okay, Timmy
wins.

Now!

Let's get back on the road.

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

Before this truck leaves.

One sec.

Over here, pal.

Let's park and focus.

Damn. Well, hurry up, Barney. Come on.
What are you waiting for? Hey, I'm

you know.

What kind of mess are you kidding me?
It's too late. Wait.

Look, we got two minutes to purge my
access code before no one can get the

rocket to struck sequence. How fast can
you type?

About as fast as you can read Braille,
you might guess. That's what you're

to have to do. Now listen very
carefully.

You just did the free roll to 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.
Get her your right, Barney.

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

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

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.

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...
Here's Nolan killed Frank Parker? That's

ridiculous.

Security, this is Dr. Vukovic. There's
an intruder...

Just a minute.

Have her take the photo.

Frank wants you to take the photo.

Oh, God. She's lost it.

Tell her to have security arrest Nolan.

Immediately. He says have security grab
Nolan.

Can I have that drink now? No. We 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 backstep? Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah? Nobody's going to backstep.

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 going to
kick his ass when I'm feeling better. I

don't think that'll be a good idea,
Frank. Shut up.

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

Average your weight.

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 pulling it in.

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.

Do you feel, Frank?

You feel 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.

The end.

We asked for a 20%, Mr. Parker.

If you're still here...

Reactor at 100%. Engage.

I'm trying. I'm trying. Come on, Parker.
What really pisses you off?

Engage, Mr. Parker.

Randy. Randy.

Randy. Randy.

Mr.

Parker, should I override?

Randy.

I need a sigh.

Oh, God.

You can't fly the needle or you'll die,
but I don't know what else to do.

God, help me.

Parker, what are you doing?

No, please, we 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.

What in the world?

Someone blew up the satellite rocket
channel in the TX -30 surveillance

Our friend Nolan here sold the self
-destruct code for 20 million bucks.

You're nuts. Hey, hey, hey. I'll decide
who's nuts.

Tell all.

That's only the half of it.

And I can believe the rest.

A new research and communications
satellite was successfully launched

Experts say it will be used to study
long -term weather patterns in the

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

Good news.

Not for me, you son of a bitch.

You let me down, Rene. No, Cesar.

It wasn't my fault.

No, no. I believe everything you say
about your telekinetic power, Mr.

just don't believe you brought it back
with you. Well, then prepare to be

astonished, Miss Vukovic, for you are
looking at the amazing Parker.

You know what's truly amazing?

You bet you thought you could fool me so
easily.

Can I at least have a dance for my 20
bucks?

Sure, just no funny business.

What funny business? What are you
talking about?

How can Parker's body reconstitute
itself?

Some scientists think we live in a poor
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. Mantner, I think that's the
closest I've ever heard you come to

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 flip right into
that other planet. Yeah, well, I think

you're going to have to find yourself
another pilot.

I don't think Frank's going to 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 Vukovic.

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 lethal 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 an operational world. 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 had this weird dream last night.

I was driving in the desert.

Your choice, Barney.

Stan. Yeah, Barney?

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

It's good man.

You're a very good dancer.

Really?

No.