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

It's just your basic Smith & Wesson 59 -06. It's a cute little

thing, handy if you want to hold it.

Oh, excuse me. Doc, how's our resident nut job doing?

If you're referring to Frank Parker, I'm on my way to see him right now.

Bottom line, how soon can we dump him on grounds of extreme mental instability?

Our conversations are confidential, Mr. Ramsey, except to the NSA review board,

as I'm sure you're aware.

But I can tell you this.

He's the most fascinating case I've ever encountered.

He has a brilliant mind, albeit a rather unorthodox one.

It isn't easy to gain his trust and respect, but I think we're making

headway. Wait a minute.

You mean he respect?

Oh, yes. Absolutely. Definitely.

Excuse me.

Oh, hey, Doc.

You know, I think I'm ready to talk about the issues I have with my mother.

Nice shoes.

He's anti -social.

He's anti -establishment.

He exhibits both God and martyr complexes simultaneously.

He won't take any medications.

He has massive resistance to authority figures, with the possible exception of

Catholic nuns.

By all rational standards, he's crazy as a... He's clinically insane.

Rational standards don't apply to Parker.

Well...

Since I have no training in any standards that do apply, I resign.

Oh, Doctor, you're not the first.

We may feel a few aftershocks here. Nothing substantial.

But some of these remote areas should feel the equivalent of a 2 .0 quake. Now

that plate's shifting.

will help us create a more detailed map of the faults in the area.

Yeah, baby.

Another one bites the dust.

Frank, get in here now.

Skycopter 6 is now relaying to us this startling new footage from our local

affiliate in Los Angeles of the devastation in California. What's going

president has called an emergency meeting of Congress to determine the

effective course of action.

In response to what is being called the worst continental disaster in U .S.

history, the U .S. Geological Survey has confirmed that the earthquake was a 9

.6 magnitude along the San Andreas Falls. The largest since the Ice Age.

Death toll projections at this time are reaching as high as 9 million people.

At 9 a .m. Pacific time, seismologists detonated a series of small underground

explosions throughout Southern California.

They were hoping to cause movement in the plate system equivalent to about a

magnitude 2 quake. Somebody actually thought this was a good idea.

The plan was to gather data that could be useful in reducing damage in future

temblors. The logic was really quite sound.

But one of the explosions triggered a fault they didn't know about, one that

straight into the San Andreas Fault.

Five -minute eruptions caused massive tidal waves.

When everything settles, the California coastline may well begin in the Mojave

Desert. Guess I won't be going to Disneyland next month.

I'm sure there's a job to get six flags.

So when do I suit up? Right now.

Good. I got money on the Lakers game tonight. It sort of helps if there's a

to play it.

All you have to do on the other side of the timeline is tell us about the quake.

The NSA will make sure that seismic test never happens.

Ever. Good luck, Frank. Thank you, sir.

Do well, Mr. Parker.

I've always had a really big soft spot for your western.

Want to be a California girl, huh? Show show.

Never mind.

Wait a minute. I'm sick. I saw the Beach Boys in Leningrad when I was 15 years

old, I'll have you know. For weeks, all I could hear in my head was good

vibrations. Yeah, scientists by day, groupie by night. What that does to me?

Nine million people. Right.

5 4 3 2 1

We know about the earthquake, Conundrum.

What? You didn't go back in time.

This is the first time we've encountered an anomaly of this sort. How could this

happen? Uh, I think we need to talk.

The team is on its way to pick you up immediately.

Hey, this one's got to go down in the record books. I think the boy's losing

Back step screws up. You gotta wonder about the jockey. Some guys have any

documents to shred.

Yeah, I know what they say. Some guys got it and some guys don't. And some

lose it and don't ever get it back.

Ain't that the truth.

Tell us what happened.

This back step was... funky.

Yeah, you see, on a regular back step, it's like I'm on this roller coaster.

I know it's going to rattle my bones, so I'm ready for that. And that's how this

one started out.

But then all of a sudden, I'm stuck in a vat of Vaseline.

So this felt physically quite different from the usual time -space distortion.

You can say that again. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel my arms and my

Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised if my heart stopped.

Then what happened?

Frank, where are you?

Look, I know this is going to sound nuts, but I saw some kind of...

It was hanging on the side of the sphere, looking at me through the

Well, are you sure that you weren't hallucinating?

Hey, I know the difference between what's in my head and what isn't. This

was real.

Hmm.

Perhaps it was extraterrestrial.

Well, if it was, it wasn't like those Roswell dudes you got in the basement.

This thing looked like some kind of time warp missing link.

It looked primitive looking, like nothing I've ever seen.

All right, do you believe you saw something?

What happened then?

The joysticks slipped out of my hands. I lost control of the needles.

And that hasn't happened before, has it?

Never.

Yes? You better come down here. We have a problem.

What is it, John? Is something wrong with the sphere?

Well, to put it mildly, the guts are ripped out, the whole control panel's

destroyed. Very nice.

Well, it wasn't like this when I left it. Well, probably some grizzly bear or

something slipped in while you were out taking a whiz.

Oh, man, I must have brought it back with me.

What the hell are you babbling about? That thing, whatever it was I saw, look.

Look here.

Claw marks.

I just chalked it up to a rough landing.

So what the hell did this? Woody Woodpecker?

I'll tell you what happened. We all know what happened.

Mr. Entertainment here finally flipped out full bore.

He hates being cooped up in the program, so he tore everything all to hell and

probably doesn't even remember he did it. Everybody saw this day coming, and

nine million people are going to stay dead because of you.

Where did you get your psych degree, Ramsey, huh? Box of Cracker Jacks? I'm

telling you, it wasn't me.

There.

There it is.

Saw it, right? Saw what?

Come on, it was there, Donovan.

Guess I must have missed it, man.

Look, whatever happened to the sphere, this will obviously delay any backup.

Frank, I want you to undergo a full physical evaluation.

Better check the head, too. We have six days, people, before Los Angeles becomes

Atlantis permanently.

What?

Aftershocks continue throughout California, adding to the already

devastation. Estimates of the death toll have risen to beyond 10 million.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees are flooding into Arizona, Nevada, and

Northern California. You're late.

Sorry, my work piece was slowed down. Oh, Mudge, it's stuck.

A valid doom of a sphere.

You said there's nothing a hundred man hours can't fix.

You think I did it, don't you?

Come on, Frank, everybody here is on your side.

Something happened during the last back step that no one wants to happen again.

We just need to rule out pilot error, that's all.

All for that.

A little lower, please.

If I went any lower, I'd be monitoring something completely inconsequential.

Says you.

So what is this?

Twister? Yep, something like that.

It's a simple test of reflex timing.

Whenever you play a light, cover it up. You know, this game is a lot more fun

when two people play naked.

Well, why don't we see how you do solo first?

Yeah, he's used to that.

Okay, you ready?

Absolutely.

All vital signs are normal.

The hell's going on?

His reflexes are slow.

Extremely slow.

the damn thing up.

What are you talking about?

Nobody on this planet could have kept up and you know it.

Frank, come on now. Just try it again.

Maybe some other time.

Okay.

And we're moving off.

You might recall this from the original backstep testing program. It's just a

standard NASA A -grade flight aptitude test.

The last time you took it, you finished in... 19 minutes, 9 seconds.

You broke a record.

Think you can do it again?

No problem.

Okay, I'm going to set this timer at 30 minutes, just as a formality. So when

you finish, just press the timer button.

Go.

Okay, time's up. How'd you do?

One. What do you mean?

I got one, Olga. That's all I had time for.

Well, I don't understand.

This is some kind of trick, isn't it? What do you mean, trick, man?

You trying to tell me that was 30 minutes?

Well, yeah, it was 30 minutes.

I went and had lunch, Frank.

What's going on? What's wrong?

That thing.

That thing. That's what's doing this.

What's wrong with you?

Hey, calm down, man.

I am calm.

What's happening here?

You didn't just see... See what?

Don't look at me like that.

Look at you like what, Mr. Parker?

Like I'm crazy.

Hey, Frank, we're getting in a little trouble with the dance floor there. Got

be the knees.

Bad knees are the bad back for the 90s. Once that happens, you might as well

order up a case of Viagra.

Frank,

do you need some help?

Just leave me alone, all right?

Yes, he has definitely lost.

All right. We can't afford to mince words here. What's your evaluation?

Well, let me just say that Mr. Parker is in perhaps the best physical condition

he's been in since joining Baxter.

Strong. His pain tolerance level is still the highest we've ever tested.

He passed his acuity and memory test with incredibly high marks. In most

he's perfectly normal.

Actually, better than normal.

Definitely.

So what you're telling me is that you're both very loyal friends, but that

doesn't answer the question you know I'm asking.

Should Frank backstep?

Nine million lives.

Generator at 50%. How's that chrononaut?

All vital functions are normal.

Good. All systems go on this end.

Generator at 90%. Hey, what the hell is going on?

John has completed his repairs. We're running a test.

100%. Okay, powering down.

Good, so when do I go?

We have less than 24 hours to undo the California disaster, Frank. We can't

afford another failed mission.

So I'm benched. No, it's not necessarily permanent.

But the NSA panel has made its decision for now. Craig is going to take this

one.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Donovan's the best.

It's about time he got a shot.

Beer? Oh, no, thank you.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am about what's happened. How sorry we all

Hey, I'm looking on the bright side.

Maybe when Donovan jumps, my problem will go away and we can all get back to

business.

Look, whatever you saw in the last back step, whether it was real or not, it

doesn't matter.

It had a profoundly disturbing effect on you.

You know what's really disturbing me?

Maybe everybody's right. Maybe I did flip out.

Maybe... Maybe I did rip up the sphere myself.

Uh, come in.

Hello.

I, uh, just wanted to say how sorry I am about what's happened.

How sorry we all are.

Oh, man, no, no, this isn't happening.

What's wrong?

This already happened. You just came in here, said the exact same thing I...

and... Oh, Holly, I really am losing it.

Oh, Mr. Parker, maybe you should sit down. No, I... I gotta... Just give me a

minute, will you?

Keep it together, Frank. Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it

Keep it together.

Super Bowl No. 1, January 15, 1967.

Green Bay 3 -5.

It's real.

Thank you. You're welcome. Come on.

Something sabotaged the power grids in sectors D through G. We just lost sector

H. We don't have a lot of alphabet left.

How did they get through the perimeter?

We don't know yet. It's ruined!

All my work, all the repairs!

Somebody tore up the sphere again?

Well, here comes suspect number one. Hold it right there, Parker.

Listen, Bradley, I saw it, the thing from the sphere. I saw it, too. I was

right. Somehow I did bring it back.

Huh?

Huh? What did I tell you?

Well, whatever it is, we got enough earthly firepower to blow it back to

wherever it came from.

Secure the building, Nate.

I'll have to tell the NFL situation.

Let's go, man. Lock and load.

This is not good.

He is screwing with time.

We don't have any to wait.

In less than 10 hours, California will be lost forever.

Fascinating.

Yeah, look at them.

Can you throw them out, Doc?

Well, they're not actually frozen.

Normal pulse rate is between 60 and 80. And with these guys, it's closer to,

well, two.

They're moving? Just really, really slowly.

So why are they stiffs and not us?

Probably for me to offer an explanation that could possibly sound insane.

Oh, go for it. It's not like we haven't crossed that line before.

If what Francis is true needed to bring something back, and for the lack of a

more appropriate explanation, I would say we have a gremlin on the premises.

Gremlin? I've heard those stories.

There were pilots back in World War II who swore their mid -air malfunctions

were caused by these nasty little creatures who would show up on their

from out of nowhere. They tore apart engines, tail rudders.

Maybe when man first began to fly, he disturbed the atmosphere in such a way

that he brought the gremlins into our dimension.

So if back steps disturbed the space -time continuum, maybe we've allowed

gremlin access to our dimension now?

I'm willing to listen to any sane of theory.

All right, okay.

Say I did bring some gremlin here.

How the hell do we send it back?

Point of origin.

On a four -dimension space -time grid.

It is very possible that you intersected him at some point that was his home.

We have to backtrack the sphere's flight path.

Look for a Rotem in the curvature of space.

Well, if this creature was a newcomer to the universe, why did it specifically

follow Mr. Parker to NNL?

Maybe he likes Frank.

Or maybe he's upset you woke him up.

Yeah, well, I'll be happy to put him right back to sleep.

You up for this?

I'm better against humans, but let's do it. He ruins a critic.

You got something, buddy?

Can you see him?

Talk to me.

Meanty little wormhole beyond the Hydra star system.

The sphere practically kissed it during the last backstep. You say that's where

our friend came from.

Frank didn't pick him up from Domino's.

Question is, how do we get the little prankster back there?

I've got one idea.

name is Isaac Meddow.

What's your problem?

No, no.

Just stay away from him.

You okay?

Oh, yes. I'm fine.

Considering I can't breathe, my hips hurt, and I just gained 10 pounds in my

bottom in the last five minutes.

I'm getting older.

Come on.

How'd you get in here, kid?

Who are you?

Isaac Mentner.

I want to go home.

1616 Middle Lane, Jersey City, New Jersey.

Whoa. I thought he was like British.

Isaac?

Where's Dr. Ballard?

Huh?

Ballard!

What the hell's going on?

Just take a breath.

Try again.

What did he say?

Can we go now?

It spooks me here.

Now listen to me, Isaac.

The gremlin was here, wasn't he?

What happened before he came? What were you and Ballard talking about? You

remember? John got an idea.

Good, good.

What was it?

Forget it.

Try, dear, please.

He said we have to put Jack back in the box.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Try a snack.

Sure, I'll get you an Eskimo pie. Would you like that?

Just give me a minute, boy. I want to try something.

All right.

Tell us again. Into the camera.

You're going to play him back at super slow speed, right?

That's right.

Okay, look, Frank, this is good. You're finally thinking, but you're moving

slow. Okay, okay, okay.

We've got to get the gremlin back on the sphere.

I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out.

If I set the coordinates the same as last time, it should head straight

back to the Hydra wormhole.

Hydra wormhole? The key is...

Even get back home.

Okay, but how do we get him into the sphere?

How much time do we have left to stop the earthquake? My watch has stopped.

Huh? Yours too.

We gotta go for it.

I'll have my snack first.

Yes, the anti -oscillation phase cancelling system is not responding.

It's overrided. Reactor at 40%. It should be higher.

Close enough for jazz.

Oh, minya balitspinya. I have to rest.

I feel like I'm 95 here.

Don't look a day over 80.

You meant countdown.

Ten, nine. Okay, where is it?

Maybe he's just fashionably late. Keep going.

Four, three... Wait, stop the countdown.

Huh? Just do it.

What happened?

Remember what Ballard said about the original gremlins back in World War II?

Huh? Yeah.

They didn't attack planes on the ground. Only the ones in the sky, the ones that

were operational.

But the series is operational.

Not without a pilot on board. Look, so far he's been toying with us. The big

kicks don't come until someone really gets burned.

He needs bait.

Oh. Wait, wait, wait. You can't go in the sphere with the hatch open. That's

crazy. Olga, we're trying to shot put a time gremlin into a wormhole in outer

space. You want to define crazy?

Good point.

Look, after I lure him inside, I'm going to get the hell out of there. Just be

ready with the auto -engage button.

I'm going to the flight deck.

What?

Well, it's nice to know you're going to keep your figure.

Hey, you want some? Come here.

No, I'm fine. Keep it used.

If anybody moves, I'll kick your ass.

I need you all behind the guardrail.

You see anything yet?

I can barely see the good throat battle. Sorry.

We better get this party started.

Mr. Parker?

He's not here.

Should I power down?

No.

This beer cuts the sink. If we don't engage now, it will explode. Keep it

Olga.

Thank you.

Malibu? What time is it?

It's 8 .57.

You're kidding.

Oh, three minutes, we're screwed.

That little munchkin bastard did this, didn't he?

Oh, yeah, sped up the time frame.

You wouldn't have another cell phone, would you?

Not with me.

I didn't think so.

Keep an eye on this for me, would you?

Leonardo's interested, but he's not interested interested.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey! Sorry.

I'm trying to make a deal here. Look, pal, if I don't make this call right

we're both going to be doing a sequel to The Little Mermaid.

Hello, operator?

Hello, Lace Lab. Oshima speaking.

NSA?

Well, put him through.

Hello?

Yes. Welcome.

Right away.

Start the countdown.

Five, four, detonation sequence, abort.

Oh, man.

You shooting a movie or something?

Yeah, very, very low budget.

What the hell, Parker? Did you hit the junk jackpot? Lakers won big last night,

and so did I. Just sharing the wealth.

All right, thank you, Frank.

You're welcome. How sweet.

What's this?

A souvenir from the last timeline.

I love the story.

I'll explain later. Excuse me.

Something for the lovely young lady.

Well, thank you.

How did... I must have told you.

You went and grabbed 1986.

I still get points for the shirt, though, right?

Right.

Frank, as long as I've got you here, there's someone that I want you to meet.

Our new staff psychiatrist.

Oh!

Come on, Bradley, why do you even waste the paint? None of them appreciate my

pain. They all just want to... Hi.

Hi. You must be Frank.

Uh, Dr. Manson?

Please, call me Lola.

Sure, absolutely.

Dr. Talmadge tells me that you have a problem with psychiatrists.

Me? No, what?

Why didn't you say that, Bradley?

Well, I'm really looking forward to our sessions.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, uh, next time you decide to go strapless, get a Wonder Bar.

You know, you're probably going to find him very challenging. I certainly have.

Oh, now, listen.

Will you excuse me a minute?

Sure.

How you doing, Frank?

Here, hold this.

Better now?

Thank you.

Uh, what was that all about?

Oh, that's nothing unusual around here.

Just good old Frank B. Parker.

I think you should get out while you can.

Really. Save yourself.