All language subtitles for seven_days_s03e19_the_brink

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.

The catch is, it can only go back seven
days.

Okay? What is it?

I just had that stupid dream again last
night. That's all.

Canton Island?

Yeah. It's so vivid, it makes me feel
like I never left.

It's like a caged animal in that place.

When you think about it, it's not too
much different here.

Except the cage is now the sphere
instead of the asylum.

Okay, we need to start getting serious
about working through these issues of

yours. When symptoms of this kind of
anxiety start manifesting themselves

physically, something is very wrong.

You need to talk to a staff
psychiatrist. No way.

We've tried that crap before. It never
works.

For several weeks now, he's been
suffering from horrible nightmares and

anxiety. It seems to stem from his
experiences at Hanson Island.

We all know that his time there deeply
affected him, but are you saying it's

made him unfit for duty?

Yes, and I think my monthly
recommendation to the panel should

He needs therapy, Bradley, so that he
can really start dealing with what

happened to him in that plane.

You're going to do very well, David.

It's the right time to start anew.

I feel the stars are in my favor.

Well, just to be sure, I'd like to have
a copy of this new chart I made for you.

I think you'll find life more manageable
when you consult with Celestia Daly.

My head used to be filled with chaos,
and now it's much better ordered because

of you and all you taught me.

I mean, from another inmate. Wow.

Thank you.

Good luck.

So, now that you're out of the joint,
how do you feel?

As long as I follow Celestia, I feel in
control.

That's cool.

Well, what are you going to do with
yourself now?

It's not my decision to make, Mud. It's
up there.

Dude,

what's up?

I've got a lot of work to do, Mud.

You take care of the place for me.

Give me a concert for a month.

I hear the Seven Sisters are bombing
great in concert.

Give me the best night of my life.

Bye.

The terrorist laser attack at Atlanta's
Georgia Dome permanently blinded 14 ,000

concertgoers, most of them teenagers.

FBI spokesman Bill Franks said the
Bureau was still pursuing all leads.

All of the kids dead.

So, intel strong enough for a go yet?

Welcome. The laser generated a 10
-second burst, enough to boil retinal

and fluids in anyone's eyes. The victims
suffer permanent blindness.

In the most severe cases, the eyes can
literally...

Explode. My God.

Only a thick, twisted mind would commit
that kind of terrorism on a bunch of

kids. The weapon was left at the
stadium. Now, we've determined that the

work in this country involving this type
of laser was at the Army Special

Weapons Research Group.

Obviously, only a handful of scientists
could possibly have had access.

And most of them checked out, except for
one.

David Harold.

He was released from your old alma mater
ten days ago after a two -year stay.

Hanson Island?

Yeah. Seems that institution's M .O. is
letting nutjobs out early. Shut up,

Ramsey. Where's Harold now?

He's dropped off the radar since the
attack.

Anything else?

Well, a few days before the event,
Harold proclaimed that he had been given

mission by the stars.

Unfortunately, that is all we have.

Great, I'll break out my tarot cards and
we'll finally get to the bottom of

this. Let's do it.

You'll arrive three days before the
concert.

We're going to set you down just outside
Raleigh, North Carolina, near the

trailer park where Harold lived.

We've got to find him and bring him into
custody immediately.

Failing that, we'll issue an APB. A
piece of cake.

Good luck, Frank.

Thank you, sir.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure you're up to this?

Look, Olga, 14 ,000 kids not much older
than my son were blinded. I'm up to

preventing that any day.

Just let the monkey do his job, okay?
He'll be fine.

Behave. Thanks for the concern.

Launch team members, clear to safety
one.

Launch team members, clear to safety
one.

Decoupling access stabilizer. Increasing
radiation output to zero, zero, three.

Rock and break.

Reactor to 80%. Five. Reactor to 90%.
Four. Three.

Two. One.

100%. Engage.

to head south tonight.

Now, you take care of the plates for me.
Sure.

I just hope my chart covers this.

That changes everything.

North, 320 degrees.

Ohio,

Sergeant Lye here. How may I direct your
call?

Conundrum. Hold on, Conundrum.

Sir, I have Conundrum on the line.

Frank? Hey, Bradley.

I'm in North Carolina. This one should
be easy.

In three days, some nut from Hanson
Island is going to unleash a laser that

blind thousands of kids at a rock
concert in Atlanta.

I'm on my way to get him.

Oh, no.

Sorry about that. I, uh... You, uh...
wouldn't have to know where I, uh...

could find him, would you?

Yeah.

All I know is he saw some light in the
sky, checked his chart thingy, doodled

some stuff on his pad, then took off.

To Atlanta?

No.

At first he was going south. Maybe
Atlanta.

I didn't say.

What do you mean, at first?

See, that was kind of strange.

He was on his way out the door when all
of a sudden he saw something else in the

sky. Some meteor.

And all of a sudden he had to go to
Ohio.

Ohio? Did he say where specifically?

No, just that he was going to Ohio.

Glad he explained it.

Yeah.

He always been, uh...

An astrology nut?

Ever since he got back from... Edmonton
Island?

Yeah.

Yeah,

now he never makes a move without
consoling that stuff.

He had some guru back there.

Did he mention the name of this guru?

No. Just that this dude did his reading,
taught him all about it.

Let me take this.

Thanks very much for your time.

Well, it's not going to be as easy as I
thought.

Now he's heading to Ohio.

You said Atlanta when you made the
conundrum call. Are you second -guessing

own intel?

I'm afraid so. Something's changed. You
see, Harold's an astrology freak. He

uses it to guide his daily life.

I think he saw the sphere reenter.

mistook it for an astrological event and
went somewhere else.

I'll have Ramsey issue an APB.

Good, and after you've done that, I need
you to go to Ohio.

Be on standby until I get some more
details.

Okay, I'll get to Wright -Patterson.
I'll put together a delta -t. Good.

Yeah, listen.

Harold has a guru in astrology.

Any idea who he is?

I don't know who he is, but I do know
where he is.

I'm gonna need you to make a few calls
for me, Bradley.

Wake up, Parker.

Doctor wants to have a chat with you.

Who's mommy in this relationship, huh?

You may have been king around here three
years ago, Parker.

Things are different now.

Try and show the proper respect.

You know, maybe you guys aren't getting
enough fiber in your diet or something.

You think, fellas? I never would have
found this seat without your help.

Appreciate it.

Good as you got working for you there.

Frank Parker.

It's good to see you. It's good to see
you too, Doc.

You wouldn't mind if I slipped out of
this and into something a little more

comfortable now, would you?

I must admit...

I'm surprised.

Why? Because I said I'd never come back?

Sorry to disappoint you, Doc.

When Dr. Talmadge told me that you were
the agent he was sending, I couldn't

believe my ears.

I'm proud of you, Frank.

You're back in the game.

Well, I owe it largely to you.

You helped me when I was here, Doc. You
really did.

So, what's this mission you've been sent
on?

Oh, it's a need -to -know basis only.

Of course.

Yeah.

Well, as you collect your intel, I'll
make sure that you get it to Bradley.

You'll be all right, Frank.

I'm here for you, as always.

Yeah, thanks, Doc. I appreciate it.

But I'm fine.

He'll behave.

Take him back to the ward.

I missed you guys.

I'm done with that. I don't need that
anymore. Isn't that right, Doc?

Not yet. We're trying a different angle.

Excuse me, sir.

Just hang on a minute.

Parker's back at Hanson Island.

Yes, it was his suggestion.

He's there as an inmate.

Posing as one, yes.

It's part of his investigation into the
terrorist event that occurred in the

previous timeline.

He shouldn't be there, sir. With the
anxiety he's been exhibiting, it's far

risky. That place could send him right
over the edge. Frank's tough, Olga, and

he knows he's not stuck there this time.

Well, why him? Why not someone else?

Anyone else? This is exposing him to his
worst nightmare, and his mental

condition is not optimal.

I've gone on record with this, sir.

Sweet words.

Billy!

Hey, buddy. What you got there?

Mmm, juicy fruit. My favorite.

Hey!

We loves you, babe, huh?

Parker does. That's right. That's right.
That's right.

Suckers.

What do you want, man?

Take it easy. I'm just checking on your
toy.

Not toys. Hey!

Astrological chart, whatever.

Those teacher things.

You know how to use this?

I'm learning.

Can I have it? Wait a second.

Everybody around here has one of these?

Yeah, yeah. Where do you get them?

George doesn't, so why don't you give it
back to him?

George has it, right?

George, George, George.

Ah, Mr. Parker.

Come in.

I was hoping we'd get a chance to chat.

Please, sit down.

On the floor, Mr. Parker, on the floor.

So how have you been?

Well, a man who spends time in Anson
Island doesn't always know what to do

three years of freedom.

So why are you still here?

I want to stay.

I suppose that means I'm ill enough to
have to stay.

It'll be nice to have our conversations
again, Mr. Parker.

My mind has dulled in your absence.

Looks like you've had plenty to keep
busy with.

The mystical arts, yes.

I've found a control to life that makes
living each day easier.

How did you get lucky enough to find
that?

Well, as you may remember, I was an
astrophysicist at NASA.

While there, I defined the world in
terms of...

Equations, numbers.

It looked fascinating on paper.

But let me guess, you found a new
meaning.

Yes. Gradually, in the course of my
research, I became one with the clarity

space.

I looked up into the heavens and was
enlightened as to the innate plan of the

universe.

And you create people's charts around
here?

Create? No, no, no.

I decipher the individual orders based
on the celestial.

I merely interpret the universe's plan.

How about that meteor show the other
night?

Bet someone could learn a lot from that.

Pleiades, yes.

Yes, indeed.

What if there were a second event? You
know, one that you couldn't predict.

Ah, supper.

I'm flattered by your interest, Mr.
Parker, but you can't just jump into

something as complex as this.

My teachings take time.

Hey, what's up, Doc?

What you got there?

Research.

Oh, Parker's psycho report, huh?

I remember when it used to fit in a
little file folder.

I guess that doesn't necessarily mean
progress, does it?

You're not still worried about him, are
you?

Parker's been placed in a very
precarious position.

Oh, don't worry about him. He's already
called in from Hanson Island. He wants

me to do another little cover story for
him.

None of you seem to understand the depth
of the abyss he's confronting.

Psychologically, there's extreme danger
for him there.

Psychologically, everything's a danger
for Parker.

Really, he's fine.

No, he's not.

Our hermetic cosmos is in imbalance.

I can feel it.

But I am here to put it all back on the
proper celestial course.

I think Atzerodt's definitely Harold's
puppeteer. He's got this whole place

under his spell.

Did he give you anything about Harold?

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

Frank, do you know Atzerodt's recent
history?

Apart from his high IQ, no.

Not really. Why?

He's become extremely dangerous, capable
of fits of savage violence.

Oh, you'll like this. In the last three
years, he's developed a penchant for

biting people's throats out. He killed
an inmate that way.

Oh, great.

Sounds like fun.

Anyway, did you organize that, uh,
spirit cover -up story for me?

Yeah, the usual stuff. I took care of it
myself.

You gonna see it tonight?

Yeah, six o 'clock news.

Anyway, I gotta go. I, uh, gotta give
the good doctor her office back.

Yeah.

Where's your chart, Spangler?

I can't read it. It don't make any
sense.

You can learn.

I'm sure to think it's all stupid, all
right?

What's the trouble?

Mr. Spangler is trying not to be
balanced.

Is that true, Mr. Spangler?

You seem to understand that you were
part of the cosmos earlier.

What changed your mind?

It's all crap, man.

Saturday ain't helping me live my life.

You're going to take that attitude, Mr.
Spangler.

Nothing is going to help you live your
life.

It's your choice.

Hey, George, you got to relax, man.

This band was just a little slow, that's
all.

You'll get it.

If you don't get out of line, you have
nothing to be scared of.

Sparrow was asking for it.

Go ahead, Parker.

You remember the drill.

ball -like UFO while others thought it
might have been falling debris from a

NASA satellite.

Dr. John Wilkes of NASA's Space
Satellite Control offered the truth

event. What the people of Raleigh saw
was a small,

unexpected meteor that burned up in the
Earth's atmosphere as it entered.

We at NASA were... monitoring this
meteor's trajectory and we were

that the meteor was small enough that it
would not threaten any living creatures

of this planet.

The appearance of the surprise meteorite
was an added bonus to stargazers in

Raleigh who were already watching the
Pleiades meteor shower which had just

begun its peak when the unrelated meteor
put on its own show.

Has Meteor changed all your readings?

The universe is talking to us all the
time, Mr. Parker.

Unfortunately, we sometimes act before
it's done speaking.

Let me ask you something.

If someone had a chart like this, what
would

a change like that tell them to do?

Well, Pleiades is prominent, but the
unexpected event indicates a shift in

conjunction to Vulpecula, which...

Where did you get this?

David Harold. He's an old friend of
mine.

Then of yours now, I think about it.

You've seen David recently?

Yeah, he was showing me how your
theories work.

You'll learn my theory from due course,
Mr. Parker. Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm busy.

Sure thing, George.

We are jamming tonight with the volume
cranked and the rhythm electric.

Keep it right here at WPED, where we
raise the dead in central Ohio.

Now here's the latest from DJ and Little
Fox, who are bringing down the house

tonight in Cleveland.

Hey, Doc.

Sorry to bug you, but...

I need to call Bradley again.

Mr. Parker, I apologize, but something
urgent has come up that I need to attend

to immediately.

Well, it should only take a minute.

We'll arrange for you to call Bradley
shortly.

Well, uh... Take him back to the ward.

We'll continue this later.

Is there a problem?

Randomness can be detrimental to proper
alignment, Doctor.

You know that.

Look at your chart!

He's the end of your world.

It was always there, Doctor.

If only you had consulted your stars
before you put us all in jeopardy.

I'm sorry.

I know we must be dealt with.

I've already taken that liberty.

Come on, fellas, can we talk about this
over a beer or something, huh?

I did your astrological

reading.

You told me some very surprising things.

You don't have a friend in the world,
Mr. Parker.

Not anymore.

Mr.

Parker has been under your care for...
Two years.

He must have been a handful.

He was for me.

Um, I realize he's on assignment, but,
um, coming back to Hanson

Island... You thought it would be
traumatic for him?

Exactly. As did, uh, Dr. Talmage.

He seems to be doing very well, but
caution is a good idea given the

circumstances.

Being in such a harsh environment, this
can be traumatic for patient and non

-patient alike.

If there's anything else I can do for
you, let me know.

I care about Frank, too.

Thank you, Doctor.

Take her to see Mr. Parker.

You could have caused a great deal of
harm to my destiny.

Your only destiny is to sit in this
hellhole for the rest of your life.

Well, that would be very unfortunate,
Mr. Parker.

Then my important work could not
continue.

What?

Keeping control of the ward?

Oh, no, much more than that.

You see, there have been several David
Harrells released from this institution.

All with their own mission to wreak
havoc.

It's all an attempt to write a balance
in this universe that's decaying.

Oh, I get it. So you're the good guy
here.

Yes, Mr. Parker.

And no.

You see, there's too much good in this
world for it to be in proper alignment.

And if good can only be defined by an
equal pool of evil, then yes, I define

awful lot of good.

Think of it this way.

I am the polar south, you are the polar
north.

I can't allow your pool to be greater
than mine.

George, you brought your wife and kids.
How nice.

What, no swab?

You've been getting into things you
don't fully understand.

But I'll teach you now.

You'll understand everything completely.

I hope you don't mind, Mr. Parker. We're
not going to fuss with anesthesia and

muscle relaxants.

It ruins the appreciation for the art of
electroshock therapy.

And 500 volts is worth appreciating.

We wouldn't think of you enjoying this
all by yourself.

Hey, Olga.

Hey.

Olga?

Let her go.

Now this isn't going to hurt a bit,
Doctor.

I just love saying that.

I said let her go, you son of a bitch.

No!

You're here to save me.

I've tried, Olga.

I really have.

How can anyone save a distant,
dispassionate, cold -hearted person like

I'm not cold -hearted. I'm just... I was
just

scared.

I didn't think I'd grow old alone.

Didn't think I'd grow older.

laughing at. They're torturing us.

They're gonna keep torturing us until
we're dead.

I said stop it!

What?

What a silly little monkey.

I've got permission for you, Frank.

It's for the good of the country.

Don't worry, Mr. Parker, this won't hurt
a bit.

Hook him

away.

This is your brain out of electricity.

Olga?

Olga, why are you even here, huh?

bitches. Hi, Olga.

I can help you through this.

Listen to me.

Everything they do to you is done to
make you believe you belong here.

But what you gotta do is you gotta hold
on tight to something on the outside.

You hear me?

Huh?

You know what I use in situations like
this?

You, Olga.

I hold on tight to a picture of you.

Frank? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm here.

I'm so worried about you.

I came here because I... I wanted to
save you this

time. I know.

I gotta find Harold.

Or there's a whole bunch of kids that
I'll never see again.

That wasn't a joke.

I gotta leave, okay?

I'm not going far.

I'm back to you.

Oh, you always take care of me when I
need you most.

I'll never push you away again.

Getting out of here, I promise you that.

Any word from them? No, they should have
checked in hours ago.

The clock is still ticking. What are we
going to do?

Get me Dr. Matisse. We need to find out
what the hell's going on there.

How did you even get tickets to this?

My dad gave me a loan.

I've got to paint the garage with
payback, but it's going to be worth it.

It's been such a long night.

Yeah.

We need to give young David the freedom
to play his part in restoring the

universal alignment.

Unfortunately, the NSA agent will be
here soon.

Even if the worst happens, at least
Harold is already in Atlanta.

Not anymore.

The meteor in Volpecula pointed him to
Cleveland.

Then he'll accomplish that mission.

Yes. But we still need to deal with the
unbelievers.

I understand.

Those two need to forget everything
they've seen here.

A thousand volts should do.

place somewhere in cleveland anything
more specific frank cleveland's a big

place it's going to be a big event with
a lot of people maybe a concert like in

the last timeline parker do you have any
idea what's happening in cleveland

tonight there's a ball game three rock
concerts a symphony orchestra and an

anthony robbins convention i don't know
can't do all of them then that's next to

impossible most of the events have
already started okay get donovan and his

choppered over to cleveland as fast as
you can have them stay in the air and

standing by

I'll get that location as soon as I can.
We're on it, Frank.

Ah, great.

Oh, look where the stars led me.

George, I forgot to ask you.

Where exactly in Cleveland is Harold
going to attack?

You disappoint me, Mr. Parker.

would they say, Parker? An apple a day?

Now, George, I'm not going to ask you
again.

Where is Harold going to strike?

You read his chart.

Remember your Greek and Latin?

What, Pleiades?

No.

Vulpecula.

Vulpecula is Latin for little fox.

DJ and Little Fox?

I like those guys.

Very good, Mr. Parker.

Slightly too...

Fox concert in Cleveland.

They're playing at the Gund Arena right
now.

Harold's there setting up his little
light show. Have Donovan take his ass

With pleasure.

Olga! Frank!

It's over.

We're going home.

Don't even think about it.

The stars said nothing to your comma.

You've been battling your demons for a
long time.

I think I only now realize what mine
are, what my worst fears are.

Oh, yeah?

What are they?

I saw myself in the future.

I, uh...

I'd made a terrible mistake when I was
younger, and I was sad.

What kind of mistake?

Maybe someday I'll tell you.

Tell me now.

I don't think so, Mr. Parker. You'll
only use it for more ammunition.

Ammunition? For what?

Now I really gotta go.

Olga!