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

Well, my name's Frank V. 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.

Patch is, I can only go back seven days.

You know, it's crazy, but I'm telling you, this dog loves rapping.

Hey, Fred!

Jimmy!

How's our golden boy?

He's chomping at the bit.

Is he okay?

Sure, sure, sure. He just likes to chill out a little before a big race. Must be

dreaming about all that money out there, eh, sports?

Hey, I had him on a secret training run yesterday.

He broke the course record by four -tenths of a second.

Four -tenths.

Now I'm getting 20 % for the tip, right?

Absolutely.

So, uh, how much you play?

Ten large.

Ten? Seven to one. You do the math.

Can I talk to my parents for a minute? What? You mean to tell me you had me

sneak you off base so you could put $10 ,000 on Cujo's idiot cousin? Relax, will

you? Hey, Jimmy, tell my buddy here Spark's secret of success.

Oh.

He's the same one as Frank's, I'd say. He's got a touch of wolf in him.

You sure you don't want in on this?

Parker!

Now, now, fellas, my race is coming up, okay? Go, Parker.

Lay the battle. Cut you in third percent. 50.

40. 50. 30.

50, Frank. 40, and that's it. 50.

45. 45.

Bingo. See if we can wake Cujo up.

Show me the green, baby.

There it is.

What?

Your wolf dog jumped the tracks of the clubhouse turn. They found him two miles

away trying to hump a cow.

You know, Frank, man, you ought to be grateful to keep you on such a short

sometimes. You know what I'm saying?

It kind of protects you from yourself.

It's like a mom picking out my clothes. I look like sorority Barbie.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I understand.

I'm getting my belly button pierced.

Your little escapade's already made it onto over a dozen Internet sites thanks

to campus security cameras.

Hmm. I'll get through fast.

So does your father.

My replacement will be here tomorrow.

Hooray. The wicked witch is dead.

Now, you listen to me, miss.

I've guarded emissaries in the Middle East during the Gulf War. I don't

appreciate being released. Oh, you wanted to say it, don't you? Go on, call

bitch. At least if you're being honest.

10 .48. Time for class.

Oh, and by the way, your father's ordered two weeks of restricted

Classes, the library, and official functions. That's it.

I'm grounded?

They can't ground me!

Your father's the president, Miss. He can ground the Marines if he wants to.

Yeah, well, he just lost my vote.

I love this job.

No, hold it right there.

I thought this would give us a little chance to practice our surveillance

enhancement. Brains, power, sophistication.

A body built for sin.

Well, it's no wonder Didi was voted best fantasy babe on E -Geek.

Mr. Ramsey, I was just going over some of the... Dr.

Vukovic, we were just testing out some of the new equipment.

Well, please, carry on with what you were doing. I'm sure this has some

professional value to it.

Actually, the official DD websites have gotten over a million hits in the last

four hours. You should see the postings.

Mostly proposals of marriage or illicit weekend rendezvous, but about 16 % were

actual death threats.

I guess people just don't appreciate the spirit of youthful rebellion.

Well, that's why they call it liberal education. But somebody needs to tell

kid that she really should watch her ass.

Step.

Right.

I try to have a little harmless fun and you nail me to the floor.

Look, darling, when other kids streak, no one cares. But when you do it, it

up on the front page of every newspaper in the free world.

Now, that's one kind of exposure neither one of us needs.

Wherever oppression reigns, people of conscience are called to act of civil

disobedience.

Don't bring Gandhi into this. It cheats.

You're my... What is it now?

Yes?

God, I am sick to my... Eyeballs of the NRA's belly aching.

I don't know, Ed. What do you think?

Dad, just tell them Jefferson and Adams never heard of automatic assault

weapons. And if they had, they would have banned the damn thing, too.

Huh?

Oh, that's my daughter.

Yeah, well, she's got a point.

All right, Ed. If you think it'll work, go with it.

Yeah, thanks.

You just influenced federal policy, sweetie.

I don't want to influence policy.

I just want a normal life.

Now, look, I'm not going to be president forever, honey.

So maybe you could ride this out with just a little decorum.

Your father's speech tonight was so inspiring.

It really made us feel the importance of communicating with our children more.

You are such a fortunate young lady.

Oh, I know. Thank you.

My dear, I wonder if you might talk to your father about a little problem I'm

having with the IRS.

Could you excuse me for a moment, please?

Of course. Thank you.

You know, Esther, it's your last night on the job. What do you say we just

forget about the rules and get plastered?

Yeah, I didn't think about that.

I can pee by myself. Not until I make sure you're alone, miss.

Hey, Kenny, it's Didi.

He's been going to that rave tonight.

Can you meet me somewhere?

If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna go nuts.

Miss? Miss Maxwell!

You are so hot.

I've made a major decision.

Should we alert the press corps? Uh -uh.

I'm sick of being the only 19 -year -old virgin left in this great land of ours.

So as the first daughter, I hereby issue you an executive order to rectify this

unfortunate situation. Oh, well.

For the good of the country.

If called upon, I will serve.

I'll go freshen up.

You're in.

You're just in. You're damn right. And hey, when Dee Dee's have first taste of

the man, and she's begging for more, I'm going to make sure she has Daddy find

us a couple killer positions on the freaking White House. Nice. Nice.

Going to be cruising all the way to the Oval Office. Hey, you got that right, my

friend.

Dee Dee. Dee Dee. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Get away from me.

What you heard.

That was just Guy Cog. My God, does everyone on the planet want to use me?

make me sick.

Go after her, okay? What am I supposed to say? Just apologize your ass off.

future's riding on this. Come on.

Put there.

Since the funeral of his daughter, a grief -stricken President Maxwell

sequestered without comment in the White House, despite an escalating series of

international crises, most, if not all, apparently triggered by his fragile

mental state.

Anti -American terrorists have increased their activity worldwide, and with the

president unwilling or unable to respond, the growing chorus of

voices question the president's competence to lead and are calling for

step down. It's a damn shame.

Any man that shut down for a while having to face his daughter murdered.

Don't worry, Nate.

If I do my job, you won't have to.

Okay,

so far, 32 extremist groups have claimed responsibility for Dee Dee's death.

Personally, I think it was the Secret Service Day. Esther Sims.

What, she turned you down on the day of the tight -ass camp, Ramsey?

No, her last job was guarding our ambassador in Beirut.

She could have been turned, put on Hussein or Bin Laden's payroll.

Plus, she just got canned from D .D.'s security defense.

Wait, what are you saying? Hell hath no fury like a Fed's scorn? Come on.

Her death may have been accidental.

Proxycology reports showed alcohol in her bloodstream.

Had to be D .D.'s so -called boyfriend, Kenny Stanton. I watched the FBI

videotape on him. He's kind of a lizard.

Why, she could have been mugged. It was a tough neighborhood.

Well, I say Colonel Buster did it in the library with a candlestick.

Well, whatever happened, it's not going to happen again.

Just reported PDQ said that we can put her on security lockdown.

Look, if she wasn't on such a short leash in the first place, Ramsey, this

thing might not have happened. Can't keep the kid penned up her whole life.

Maybe I should feel out the situation, Bradley.

Look, we don't need you feeling out anything, Parker, especially not the

president's daughter.

We'll have a good chance of catching our killer, Frank, so check things out, but

don't put her at risk.

Got it, Bradley.

Five, four, three, two, one. Main reactor at 100%.

Engage.

You're welcome.

So are you new to field credits, Frank?

I'm a returning student.

Oh, what are you returning from?

Life experience, I guess they call it.

Uh -huh.

Do you have a lot of life experience?

More than I'd like sometimes.

Too bad you're fed.

Excuse me?

I've grown up with you guys my whole life. What are you, CIA, FBI?

NSA.

Yeah, of course. My dad sent you, didn't he?

Not directly, but I'll be hanging around for a while. I gotta make a phone call.

Don't go anywhere.

Do I have a choice?

No. Hey, Frank.

Why didn't you bust me?

Because I know what it feels like.

Let's try this again, Frank.

Well, in that field crest university, listen, in the last timeline, D .D.

Maxwell was killed tonight.

The FBI had a lot of suspects, but nothing solid, so I'm going to guard her

a while, make sure everything's okay.

It's a bad idea, sir. Just notify Secret Service to up their security.

One of them may have done it, Dipwad. In fact, you figured her for the prime

suspect.

Anyway, I need you to fix things with the president, Bradley, and fast.

It's delicate, but I'll get it done. Yeah, and Ramsey?

I need you to grab the campus security tapes.

There's a little too much DD on them.

Roger that.

I need the White House chief of staff.

Miss Maxwell, aren't you supposed to knock?

Well, when you decide to ditch security and streak campus, protocol changes.

Who are you?

Frank Parker.

NSA special assignment.

I'll be taking over for a while.

Over my dead body.

Yeah, Sims.

Yes, sir.

We'll comply at once, sir.

What the hell is this all about, Parker?

Sorry, I need to know bases only.

See ya.

So wait, you're my bodyguard now?

All right!

Now you want to cut my clout?

Sure, why not?

Might as well start off in the right foot.

What's that about?

Oh, that?

That's the Fieldcrest version of the Mile High Club.

When the sun's crooked, anatomy classes in session.

I guess anatomy's a popular course.

I wouldn't know. Hey, beautiful.

Oh, hey, Kenny.

Rick. Hey, Didi.

So you got yourself a new guard dog?

Yep. If you're not nice to me, I'm gonna stick him on you. Hey, I always wanted

to treat you right.

Can't you stand him, right?

Yeah, how'd you know?

I do my own work.

Frank Parker.

Hey.

Rick Hedstrom.

How are you?

Listen, Dee Dee, I don't suppose that Kojak over here would let you go to the

rave with me tonight, huh?

You'd be correct.

She's busy.

Yeah, Frank's taking me up to the storage room.

What? I don't believe everything you hear, Junior.

You know, maybe you should speak when you're spoken to like the handbook says,

all right?

Actually, I don't think the handbook applies to me.

Whatever. Listen, Dee Dee, you want to go grab some lunch? We can go to the

and get some tea. You know, Kitty, something kind of came up.

Maybe another time.

Sure, I guess so.

I'll see you later, okay?

Guess so.

So, hang out with Biff much?

We study sometimes, go to movies.

He's a climber, but he's all right.

Why? He's jealous.

Leave that guy. Don't worry about him.

We're hosting the Pan -Asian Council's national meeting in April, and since

father's been so active in Asian affairs, we hoped you might be our

speaker. Sorry, my calendar's completely jammed.

I know that's what your press agent said. It's right here at Fieldcrest.

I'm really supposed to keep my campus and my public life separate.

I understand.

Thanks anyway.

No cream, no sugar?

Why, thank you.

Sure like to stare, don't they?

Might as well be in the National Zoo.

Any of them ever give you a hard time?

Don't be such a fag. They go off, but they're harmless.

I was just going to ask if she'd autograph this for my son.

Well, don't reach into your pocket like that around her, okay?

Okay.

Sorry, miss. No, it's okay.

I'm not supposed to give autographs anyway.

Really very sorry.

No, I can't. I can't. I'm sorry, all right? Just please go away.

Oh, um, you dropped your student ID card.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's cool.

I wouldn't want to be you.

Come on.

Where are we going?

Very irresponsible, Agent Parker.

Yeah, don't you love it?

You getting tired? Keep going. Okay.

Yeah! Now what do you hate, Dee Dee?

What? Come on, throw it. What do you hate?

using it for your body. What else?

I hate that everyone stares if no one sees me.

Screw them. What else?

And I hate that no one... What?

I can't.

Sure you can. You're doing great.

I hate that no one...

You're allowed to touch me.

This is what you want to do, huh?

Hey, you said I could pick, right?

Absolutely. It's just a little bit.

I'm sure it'll have nothing.

Two beers.

Thanks. Fine.

Can you mention the big rave tonight?

Are you going to take me?

I don't think your father likes being stood up somehow.

Who goes to those things anyway?

Are you kidding?

Everybody. But me.

You ever get out of hand? You know, violent.

Oh, give me. Watch it, bitch. Hey, who you calling a bitch?

You bitch.

No, no, ladies.

Come on, baby. Get the hell out of here.

I can't break this!

Actually, I'm a really good paparazzi.

Oh, yeah?

I'll see you again. I'll shove this up your ass, though.

I get lost.

D .D.? D .D.? Hey!

You're paying for the damages.

How much?

Well, it's at least 300 bucks.

and be such a naughty bitch sometimes.

Yeah, but, uh, you gotta remember your long -term goal, Kimbrough. The White

House doesn't come easy, man.

Hey, I wouldn't count on reaching it through her. Hey, screw off.

You're a smart guy, Frank.

I like that.

Didi. Did you bring me those up?

I'm more of a Tolstoy guy.

You know French?

Some.

Temptations can be got rid of.

By yielding to them. Very cute. Come on, let's go.

All right.

Enough of the games.

I'm like you, Dee Dee. I just... No.

I'm just another assignment to you, aren't I?

Dee Dee.

Hands where we can see them, Parker.

Oh, man.

Recess is over, dude. Come on. Look, I need to stay with her, Esther,

tonight. Oh, I'm sure you'd just love that, Frank.

I'm under special orders, okay? So am I.

Keep you as far away from Miss Maxwell as possible. Yeah, well, unless they

from the president himself. Well, they did.

And this is all over the internet.

The president is on his way here now.

Let's go.

That was a hell of a call, Ricky boy.

Yeah, I'd say Deedee's all yours again, my friends.

You're done at Fieldcrest, Deedee.

You'll come back to the White House and be tutored until I get you in a local

college next semester. And you will stay in the White House till you graduate.

Or the next guy takes over.

Unless he agrees with my proposal to lock you in the Nixon dungeon.

In which case you may never get out.

Hey, Kenny, it's Dee Dee.

You still want me to go to that rave?

Do you have sex with my daughter?

No, Mr. President, but... Dee Dee could be in trouble, sir.

You better not mean... Yes.

No, not like that. Look...

I got strong intel that someone's out to kill her.

Death threats aren't news, Parker. Dee Dee gets a dozen a day.

Yeah, but in this case, we have people who check into each one and manage to

keep their tongues to themselves while doing it. Mr. President, I can explain

that. You helped me avoid that problem with my shrink, so when the call came

that you needed to watch Dee Dee, I didn't dig too deep.

But now I'm going to find out who the hell you really are and who you really

work for.

Meanwhile, I want you on the next transport out of town.

But, sir... Whatever danger you thought Dee Dee might be in, the situation has

changed. She's going with me to the White House tonight.

Sims? Yes, sir. Get him out of here.

Yes, sir.

If I were you, Parker, I'd be looking for another line of work.

Can't we talk about this, Esther? No.

President wants you on a fast plane home, and I'm more than happy to comply.

don't care what he said. Dee Dee could still be in danger. You don't listen, do

you? She's going to the White House.

Okay, so she's going to be fine tonight. Look, just do me a favor. Keep an eye

on Kenny Stanton. He could be the guy.

Kenny? Yeah.

I don't think so.

Yeah, Sims.

What do you mean she's gone?

Well, when?

mean she's gone well when how believe

sorry esther gotta go don't be stupid

parker that's what i do best you're not gonna get away with this it's okay it's

okay i'm secret service i need the bike sure whatever

You were so hot, baby.

You only knew.

I always knew you'd be wild without your security around.

What are you going to do about it?

I'll go freshen up.

Kitty, bottom line here, you're in. You are totally in. You're damn right. And

hey, once she's had her first taste of the man... And she's begging for more.

And to make sure she has daddy get up, a couple killer positions on the freaking

White House down there. Nine.

Petey, wait. Please, wait. I would never let you touch me, Kenny. Why don't you

go screw yourself?

We're still in the fire. What is it? We've got another suspect.

We just learned that a student named Manuel Abogadro is the nephew of a

Colombian drug lord who's made public threats against President Maxwell and

family. He could be the killer.

The guy's about 5 '11". Meet him, Bill.

I'm looking right at him.

Thanks, buddy.

Hey, hey, where's Dee Dee?

I don't know. She just ran off.

Hey! What is this?

Your uncle sent you on a little job, Manuel?

What the hell are you talking about?

Enjoy.

Hey!

What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

Look, I know all about spin control, Rick. It's not going to work. Come on,

don't understand.

Kenny really cares about you. All you both care about is schmoozing my father.

All right, look.

Maybe we were hoping that you'd help us out a little bit.

Come on, is that so bad?

It is when you try to use me.

Diddy, look.

I'm sorry, okay?

My grades, they aren't the greatest, all right? I could really use a break.

Okay. Okay, uh, I won't tell my dad what a lying ball you are. Now blow!

Who the hell do you think you are, huh?

April 16th, 7 p .m.

I'll be there.

Thank you, Didi.

Thank you so much.

That was nice of you to help her out.

Well, my dad let me stay here, and I'm not going to be first daughter forever.

Might as well make the most of it.

Anyway, I really should get going.

Oh, do you have to?

I thought we might check out the storage room.

You need a spanking.

Pardon me, I don't mean to intrude.

No, no, I was just leaving. Sorry again about last night. Oh, please, don't

apologize. You saved Miss Maxwell's life.

What I tried to tell you last night, after seeing what those asses did, is

not everyone is like that.

Oh, that's very sweet, Manuel.

Thank you.

Well, I mean, now I must confess to you, I've wanted to ask you out since the

first moment I saw you.

But I knew with my background, well...

Think of the scandal it would cause.

On the other hand, we might have a lot of fun.

You know about the storage room? Excuse me.

You'll have to undergo extensive background checks, sir.

I'll try and make it as painless as possible, Miss.

Esther's really good at her job, Venmo.

Except, I really wish you'd stop calling me Miss.

Sure, Dee Dee.

It'll be my pleasure.

Good luck, Manuel.

Thank you. You're going to need it.

So long, Didi.

Esther, keep up the good work.

I'll miss you, Frank.

You too.

And if you ever back around here... Yeah, I'll be sure to stay the hell out

your way.