All language subtitles for seven_days_s02e01_the_football

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

President's moving. Get the football.

Okay. The football is now linked to the
communications launch system satellite.

Has any president ever even looked in
there?

All of them once got a box with a red
button that could blow up the world.

Could you resist taking a peek?

Bill once told me he knew he was in
Washington when he saw a man get up to

a speech not to say a word, and three
men disagreed with him for the next hour

and a half.

But seriously, I have always known Bill
Bradford to be a fair -minded,

conscientious, and loyal American,
probably the best director the CIA has

had.

From his seven -year -ago appointment to
this very night, he has transformed

that... sprawling and embattled agency
into the well -oiled sea today.

So, um, what are you wearing?

Mr. Parker, this is no time for your
childish idea of a joke.

Well, I just thought you'd be getting
pretty bored right about now.

Aren't you going to some sort of an
inane sporting event?

Marshal, how's your date with Mr.
Continental?

Well, actually, someone had the sadistic
idea of seating him next to the White

House press secretary.

I had to stop him from jamming an oyster
fork through her hand.

of what Lincoln liked to refer to as the
indispensable man.

I can think of no one else who deserves
or... And he's going to cut the defense

budget by another 15 % next year.

Well, what's he going to spend it on?

Saving the tree slugs?

Oh, bye -bye.

It's that tight black number with those
strappy things across the front.

Do svidaniya, Mr. Parker.

Sir, we're not scheduled to leave for
another hour. I want to watch the end of

the Denver game. Sir.

Excuse me. The president's motorcade.
Where is it? You just missed it.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

Taxi! Wait! Wait!

Take me to the White House, please.

What? You flag me down to go on the next
block?

Hey!

Ah, no!

No, no!

No, no, no. What are you... Shoot,
shoot, shoot.

Shoot, shoot. I can't believe this is
happening.

Hey, stop that bloody bastard. Did he
listen to me? No, I'm just a crazy

It's a sunroof. You idiot clown. I told
you, swollen holes will not last all

night. What?

This is my fault from driving. You
better send tow truck here right now.

Hey. You still owe me $6 .20.

DJ. What?

You heard me. I am going to cut you up
into pieces and put you in a box like a

bucket of fast food chicken.

Hey, anybody seen Larry?

Damn, he's got the football.

What are you looking for, Matt?

No.

What's in the box?

Nothing.

There's got to be something worth
something in there, man.

Son, I'm thinking like maybe diamonds or
gold or something. Right.

Yo, let's go see Matt and Marie, man.

Come on, son.

Oh, come on. You're kidding me.

What the

hell is this? The end of the world?

Uh, quite possibly.

We will.

Every silo in America and more than 50
of our subs have just launched nuclear

missiles. Against who?

Everybody. Oh, boy, the Chinese are
retaliating. So are the Russians.

What happened?

Somebody dropped the football.

This is over the game?

The nuclear football. The portable
encryption device that allows the

to order a nuclear strike even if he's
away from the White House. It goes

everywhere he goes. Less than three
hours ago, the warrant officer got

from the president's team.

He's still AWOL.

It's quite possible this fell into the
hands of the enemy. Yeah, but that thing

must have at least 100 pay cards.

And they were all activated as soon as
the Secret Service found out the

was missing. The chances of someone
cracking the launch code are 10 million

one. Which means we're dealing with a
cryptological mastermind. So let's just

get in the sphere. There's not enough
time to fire her up.

Thank God we built this place to
withstand a nuclear attack.

All right, people, into the bunkers now.

Where's Olga?

In Washington with Nick.

Come on Frank, we gotta get below.

Come on, come on.

Nate and Olga will already be at the
Excelsior Hotel when you get back in

One phone call and Nate will have a
backup team make damn sure that nothing

happens to that briefcase.

We're going to try and land you as close
to DC as we can. You're going to be

arriving the night the football
disappears, so time is not going to be

side. When is it ever, Mallard?

Good luck, friend.

Locking assembly is now in place.

Locking assembly is now in place.

is going to disappear tonight while the
president's at the Excelsior Hotel.

Wait a minute, Frank.

Nate and Olga should be there already.

Right, I'll take care of that end. Now,
you better check with the NSA.

See if they're tracking any terrorists
from the city.

Whoever wound up with the football in
the last timeline knew how to use it.

We'll get right on it. Okay.

Senator Bill Bradford.

Not funny. Listen.

No.

Damn it.

Excuse me, the president's motorcade.

Where is it? You just missed him.

Oh.

Thank you.

Taxi. Wait.

Wait.

Take me to the White House, please.
What?

You flagged me down.

I heard your cell phone during the
president's toast.

I said to myself, that's the moment we
have to meet.

Please don't remind me. That's not a
moment that will go down fondly in my

memory book.

Well, it must have been an important
call.

Well... Mr. Parker?

Sorry, pal, this dance is mine. What are
you doing here?

You okay?

Yes, it's okay.

Why didn't you take my call? I thought
you were on the base.

I was.

Oh, God, it's been a backstab.

Lousy timing, I know. What happened?

Ever heard of the nuclear football?

Yes, of course. We have one in Russia,
too. Well, I just got fumbled. Where's

Ramsey? I don't know. He was around here
somewhere.

What about the president?

I think he's already left the building.

Come on.

Who was that schmuck anyway?

You see a guy come out here, metal case,
came to his breast?

Yeah, he was looking for the president's
motorcade. He missed it by a couple

minutes. The president just forgot him?

You wouldn't believe the things people
leave in hotels.

The guy caught a cowboy. Which company?

Blue Line, I think. Maybe he's okay.

Yeah, well, they didn't make it to the
White House last time.

I have a car.

Great.

There's something going on here.

Excuse me. You didn't just pick up a guy
from the Excelsior Hotel. He had a

metal case with him.

He's gone.

What do you mean he's gone?

He walked away. Does it look like I can
drive him?

Mr. Parker, at this point, there's no
indication whatsoever of foul play. So

let's just be logical here.

All right. Okay, okay.

I'm the man with the football.

What do I do?

Well, we're only a few blocks from the
hotel.

Obviously, you go back to the hotel,
call your superiors, tell them it's been

terrible mistake, and wait for them to
bring you in.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever
heard.

What do you mean, stupid?

I'm an army officer with one of the
highest responsibilities in the nation.

you think I'm going to, A, admit I'm
some kind of idiot who got himself

separated from the pack, or, B, let the
president look like an idiot for leaving

me here?

Okay, what do you do then, Mr. Football
Man?

You shouldn't be too hard to miss in
this neighborhood.

I can't believe anyone in his bright
mind would walk through this

carrying a nuclear trigger.

Then we're leaving. I can't believe
you'd run a green compact.

Stop. Back up.

What happened?

Who got the football?

A gang of three, I think.

They called one of them Boney. He had a
bullet crease in his forehead.

He could have a concussion.

We have to get him to a hospital. Call
an ambulance. We can't wait.

We can't just leave him. A headache's
nothing compared to what's going to

if we don't get the football back in,
I'll say, 97 minutes.

Yes, I need an ambulance at 10.

Where are we?

There are good news and bad news. We
found the warrant officer, but the

football's gone.

We better get out an APB on some local
bangers. Leader's name is Bone. He's got

a bullet crease across his forehead.

The NSA has changed the launch codes,
Frank, and activated the football's

safeguards. Yeah, well, that doesn't
actually make me feel any safer. They

the same thing in the last timeline.

We're also pulling in every known
foreign agent operating in the area,

who might have a hostile interest in the
device.

All right, I'm going to try and get a
lead on that gang.

How many guys named Bone are going to be
around here anyway?

The ambulance ought to be here any
minute. You stay with Larry. Maybe they

drop you back at the hotel. See if you
can find Ramsey. I will not.

Oh, come on, Olga. This is a rough
neighborhood. It's no place for you.

What? You think I'm some sort of a
hothouse flower?

Well, yeah.

I mean, don't get me wrong. You're great
on your home turf, and you've had your

moments in the field, but this is the
jungle, baby.

Oh, so you're doing this because you'd
be so worried about me, because you care

so deeply.

Yes, Olga, because I care so deeply
about you. You know what?

Forget it. You are not leaving me
behind. I feel guilty enough about not

your stupid phone call. I will not also
be made to feel like some little

sheltered prude who can't take care of
herself.

Oh, God.

I'm standing on a person.

I'm just saying, you know, this could be
like an expensive jewelry carrier. You

know, probably got like diamonds in
there. That maybe is one of them FBI

settles.

Trolls a bunch of red powder all out in
your face as soon as you open it up.

Sure.

Can't wash that stuff off no hour.

Who are you?

Excuse me, ma 'am.

Do you realize what that is you're
talking on?

Hello?

Hello?

So, listen, Madam Marie, what I'm saying
is, look, you're getting this at a

steal. You know, it's the best deal in
town.

You know, so I'm thinking, uh, five
blocks.

The... Okay, I'm done now. Okay, four.

Two. Two rocks.

Okay.

There's three of us, though.

Okay, okay, okay.

It's fine. It's cool.

Nice doing business with you.

Hello,

operator. Port Oak, France 80, please.

NSA.

What the hell is NSA?

It's the National Security Agency. Is it
American?

Because, honey, you don't sound... Yes.
Look, we're just looking for a Mr.

Bone. Yeah, I know. A -Bone. Ain't no
Mr. Bone, though.

So, did you see him tonight?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He lives up on Fifth and High.

No, no, no. Eighth and New.

Eighth and High.

That was ballard. Someone just picked up
the phone on the football.

The problem is, it's unprincipled.

No, no, no, no, no.

Thanks very much, fellas.

Appreciate it.

Yeah.

What now?

Three to one, huh?

They put the gun down.

Three to one, huh?

I'll take those odds. I was in a
situation once against five guys. That

a little sticky, I admit.

What happened?

Well, I'm standing here with my gun
pointed at you, aren't I?

Now, did I just hear you guys say
something about getting ripped off?

I got to go.

No, no, no, Selma. I got to go.

Yes? It's me, Madam Marie.

Chico said there's a police stakeout
down the block. He thinks they're

you. Probably one of those animal rights
people reporting their goats again. I

don't need this.

One more arrest and bang, they're going
to deport me.

Thank you.

Okay,

lady, open the door.

Police? I didn't do nothing.

No, we're not the police. We're the NSA.

The NBA?

I got a boy playing ball in jail.

No, ma 'am, the NSA.

National Security Agency?

Never heard of it.

What is that?

Oh, potion.

Love potion.

Maybe you could use some, huh?

No.

Look, where's the case you got from
Bone?

You are not here about my gold.

No, we just need the case back.

I don't know nothing about no case.

Really?

We're not here to bust you, okay?

And I'm telling you, I ain't got no
case.

All right.

Do you practice centuria?

I can see the future.

Do you want to know it? I already know
the future. If I don't get that case

in the next 63 minutes, we're all going
to go to hell in one very big

handbasket. The fate of this world is
not in your hands.

It will be decided by an animal.

Someone with no reason or morality.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Before this night is true, you too will
become an animal.

Someone is going to fall hopelessly in
love with you.

Don't count on it.

Would you happen to know where the case
went?

Hey!

Hey!

Hold it right there.

Look,

our IDs must have been stolen.

What's the NSA got to do with the madam
here? We're looking for a very important

government briefcase.

You must have heard the APB, right?

What about me and my goat?

you. This is so sweet.

This has been the worst day of my life.

Looks to me like you need a new
suitcase.

20 bucks.

Some kind of computer game?

What do you think Madame Marie meant by
all that animal business?

This is clearly a metaphor. She
obviously understood that the briefcase

contained some sort of a tool of mass
destruction, and she was simply

postulating that whoever used it might
be somehow less than human. Yeah, but

what about me becoming an animal?

Please, you don't need a psychic for
that one.

Oh, well, now that's rich.

You get all bent out of shape when you
think I'm calling you a brute, but you

have no problem whatsoever calling me
some kind of pro -magnum brute?

No, no, no, don't think I don't
appreciate your physical aggressiveness.

comes in handy tonight, for example. I
just think a little more self -control

and a little less wild instinctual
abandon would serve you infinitely

the long run, Mr. Parker.

Well, my instinctual abandon suits me
just fine, thank you very much. Yes, and

I'm sure many women at rodeos and
professional wrestling matches would

with you. Yeah, and what's wrong with
professional wrestling?

Where's my patience?

a few blocks away from here.

Did you see a metal briefcase?

Nope. I took it.

What'd you do with it?

Twenty bucks.

I sold it to a nurse.

Wonderful. Thank you, Olga. Call the
nurse's hospital.

She wasn't on her way to no hospital.

Well, where was she on her way to?

Twenty bucks.

I don't think that nurse was born at
Nightingale.

You know what I mean?

Do you realize who we are?

We're the N -Ass Freakin' A's. We'll
take this place out alive.

Exactly. So, you should give us that
bottle of Petman snaps right there.

the N -Ass Freakin'. Tell me.

What's it stand for?

Thank you very much. Oh, man.

You've seen a nurse come in here.

Check the lap lounge.

Yeah, maybe I should handle this myself.

Just move. Right.

Have your fun. We're just trying to find
your stripper. Did she have a metal

case with her? Yeah, but she left.

Well, did you get her address or a
number, maybe?

I got a business card somewhere.

Could we see it, please?

She left a strip for it.

Whoa, are you sure you want to throw
that punch? I have to. You better be

prepared to take on the defensive line
of Penn State.

You're the football team.

First and second straight.

All right, I'm going to level it.

We're with the NSA. Now, that girl is
carrying around something very

and she doesn't even know it.

We don't get it back.

The world is going to end tonight.

Well, it's certainly going to end
forever. You get paid, Mom!

You guys get it? We're trying to save
his stupid lives.

Fine.

But she still strives for it.

Wait!

How much time do we have?

44 minutes.

Okay, how many people died on the other
side of the timeline?

Do you want a number?

For moral support.

Uh... How's it feeling yourself?

Music, please.

I can't do this. I had broken news about
Mr.

Parker. The Bolshoi was interested.

This one's for humanity.

There's the prey. This is his.

Oh, that's not so bad. I... Hey!

I'll tell you if I stand.

Okay, okay. Get out of the car, man!

Man, that's just low. You're actually
stealing a rental compact?

Why not? You did.

You did good back there. Oh, is that an
apology?

All right. You're not a... Little
sheltered prude?

I never actually said that, you know.
Well, thinking it is bad enough.

How much time do we have?

25 minutes.

If you're here about the sublet, this
really isn't a good time. No, no, no.

about the briefcase you picked up.

Oh, man.

I left it on the bus. I cannot catch a
break today.

You see that window up there?

The one with the light on?

That is my slut ex -wife up there.

And she is with her new boyfriend.

And do you know where she met him? The
gym. Do you believe that?

Well, I don't care how pumped your pecs
are, Jim boy, because J .D. has a great

equalizer right here! No, no, no, no,
no. For 50 cents.

Right.

Welcome to America, pal.

Thank you, Sam.

I could have started World War III.

Calm down, Cindy.

I could have nuked Detroit. My God, I
could have nuked my mother. Cindy, deep

breaths. Now, can you remember which bus
you took?

Number 12, downtown. Great. Can I use
your phone? It's over there. Okay, I'll

check on the baby.

Hey! Drop the phone!

No, J .D.!

So, this is Jim Boy!

Buddy, this ain't the night.

No, it's not your night, that's for damn
sure.

J .D., get the gun down now, you psycho.
He's not Billy.

He's not?

Maybe you guys should hash this out some
other time. Without firearms, I really

need to make this call. Don't you fool!

Now, you give her the phone, and you
call Jim Boy.

And you tell him to get his steroid
ankle band now!

No! No?

What is it with you people? I'm trying
to save your miserable damn lives!

Watch it with that thing!

You know, in the last three hours, I've
been up for six days straight trying to

keep this world from blowing up. And who
cares? Nobody.

Aqualung wants 20 bucks. Brutal Lady
wants to save her stupid goats.

And the woman in the next room thinks
that I need to control my impulses. So

maybe she's right.

This thing's one big friggin' joke,
isn't it?

But you know what?

I'm the only person on the planet who
gets it.

So maybe the joke's on me, right? Well,
I'm sick of it!

Just put the gun down.

You know, I don't even know why I'm
doing this job.

Why don't I just let this whole thing go
to hell?

Mr. Parker.

What?

I called the bus line.

I know where the football went.

What's the matter, Kiki? Can't you
sleep?

How about a little midnight snack?

I got something special for you.

Oh, Kiki, no.

Oh, Kiki, no. Come on.

and play with it, but just until I
finish my rounds.

One of the night attendants at the
National Zoo got off the bus with a

said he took responsibility for it, and
since the bus driver knew him as a

regular commuter, he said it'd be okay.

He doesn't sound like a terrorist to me.

Tonight I'm not so sure of anything.

How much time do we have?

No one's answering.

Watch your eyes.

All right,

Kiki, give me the cage.

Kiki's kind of having a stressful time
right now. She's getting over rabies.

Let me try.

I don't think that's such a good idea.
Got a better one?

Give me.

76. You're kidding. What? Just do it.

I think she

likes you.

Prophecy fulfilled, Mr. Parker.

Very funny, guys.

Why

so

quiet?

Processing reality shifts.

Oh? Yeah, you surprised me tonight. I
thought you were going to come.

You're freaking me wrong.

I, on the other hand, behaved exactly
like you knew I would. Hell, that voodoo

lady even predicted it.

I'm an animal.

You saved the world.

Yeah, well, still doesn't change the
fact that I'm the love interest of a

depressed ape.

She even saw through to my true nature.

Hey, where the hell have you been all
night?

Call me Nathan.

It was a delight to exchange views.

So, is that what you were doing, Miss
Carranzi?

Changing views?

I guess that's what they call it in D
.C. these days.

You know, I may be a lower primate, but
I do believe that man is a dog.