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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.

That is, you can only go back seven days.

Jimmy will be thrilled when he sees all his gifts. He should be. It cost me an

entire paycheck.

You know you can't buy your son's affections. What a child really needs is

true sense of family, not expensive gifts. Otherwise, he'll be looking for

validation his whole life.

You know nothing about children.

Oh, I know nothing about children.

You don't even have any. Well, if I did, I'd be a better parent than you are.

Well, if we raised a child together, you'd see I'm a hell of a father.

Mr. Parker, I have to assure you that you and I will never have children

together. Well, that's too bad. We need a few little alcoholic commies running

around here.

What the hell do you want?

Canadian trade minister died while jogging earlier today.

His body was found burnt to a crisp. Exact same circumstances as the British

foreign trade minister a few days ago.

These guys aren't just spontaneously combusting. What the hell happened?

We don't know. NSA's still doing intel. But Bradley wants us all on standby. So

stay close to home.

And keep your flagpole out of Russian soil.

Taylor,

game's over. Time to go.

But I've almost made it to level five. I've never made it to level five before.

Stop acting like a little kid. He is a little kid, Cesar.

Taylor, please.

We'll bring you back and you can play all you want, I promise.

Why do we have to go now? It's not fair.

Well, no one ever said life was fair. Cesar, please.

I'm sorry Cesar yelled at you. He didn't mean it.

We both care about you, okay?

Okay?

Can I see a little smile?

Let's go.

I don't want you contradicting me again, you understand?

There's the gate.

Silver,

Caesar.

No. No. No.

Taylor!

Officials from the FBI, FAA, and NTSB continue to comb through the wreckage of

the Seattle -Tacoma International Airport.

Little is known about the explosion that caused nearly 300 deaths, including the

U .S. Treasury Secretary, who had just arrived on a plane... Thus far, no

evidence points to explosives or accelerants of any kind. But the FBI

detected unusual molecular disturbances in the bodies of some of the victims.

Molecular? Similar activity was discovered in the autopsies of the

Canadian trade ministers.

Well, this can't be a coincidence. They were scheduled to attend the G8 summit

in Seattle, and I assume that was the case with the Treasury Secretary.

Seems like somebody wants to make sure that conference never happens. And

not all. Three CIA agents were killed in the blast. They worked under Walter

Daly, a high -ranking agency official. The panel has arranged a video link so

Nate and I can talk to him. Hopefully, by the time we're finished, we'll have

enough information to back it up.

Dr. Tomich, what can I do for you?

We'd like you to shed some light on the event in Seattle. It affected a project

we've been working on for quite some time.

Well, what happened was a tragedy.

Unfortunately, I'm not at liberty to discuss that assignment.

It's on a need -to -know basis, and only for those with the highest security

clearance. If you look at the file provided by the panel, you'll see that's

an issue.

Mr. Daly, we cannot continue to have our agents operating in the dark and

risking their lives. We need to know what caused those fatalities.

I can assure you that what occurred in Seattle will never take place again.

We're not in a position to simply take assurances.

The information I'm about to give you is compartmentalized. It can go no further

than the three of us.

Imagine a weapon that can generate so much molecular activity in any object

it rapidly heats up.

For example, the human body.

105, 110 degrees, even higher. And then...

That's what happened in Seattle.

So a heat -generating weapon of some kind?

Exactly. How can you be so certain that it won't be used again?

About six months ago, an international terrorist named Cesar Gustav hijacked

prototype. We were at the airport trying to apprehend him. Obviously, we were

too late.

He deployed the damn thing.

And in the process, a fuel truck ignited, taking the weapon with it.

Mr. Daly, we're going to need photographs of this weapon, schematics,

descriptions, everything you've got. All files pertaining to the project have

since been destroyed.

The public, foreign interests, no one can ever know that this weapon existed.

That's Cesar Gustav. He's essentially a hired killer, responsible for dozens of

global terrorist acts.

That's his playmate, Camilla. She's easy on the eyes.

Yeah, well, don't let her looks fool you. They generally work as a team, and

she's just as dirty as he is.

Who's the little boy?

We don't know, but he was killed in the blast as well.

God, he can't be much older than Jimmy.

Because of the problems we had gathering intel, our window of opportunity to

stop the killing of the British and Canadian trade ministers has

closed. But you should arrive at Sea -Tac in time to prevent the explosion,

Caesar, confiscate the prototype, and make sure he doesn't use it again.

No problem. I have no idea what it looks like, but sure, I can do that. We're

fighting the clock, Frank. You better suit up.

You know, Olga, I was thinking.

If we did have a kid, he'd be quite a specimen. I mean, he'd be a looker,

as nails, and a total intellectual.

Maybe.

And he'd be able to drink anyone under the table.

Yes, and she'd probably get that from me.

Now you scale at full capacity.

Reactor to 80%.

Reactor to 90%.

100%. Good luck, Frank.

Engage.

That's T -TAC looking for two terrorists.

Cesar Gustav and his girlfriend Camilla.

They caught the prototype energy weapon from the CIA.

The U .S. Treasury Secretary and a lot of frequent flyers paid the price.

Quite a lot.

Cesar Gustav, I believe you have something that doesn't belong to you.

It's over, Cesar.

I don't think so.

I'm NSA.

Give me the boy.

I'm just trying to make sure the kid doesn't get hurt.

I'm sorry.

I have to get it.

Yeah!

Steven!

Over here.

You're welcome.

Hey. Hey.

Here's 50 bucks.

I'll let the kid sit in your cab for a few minutes. Don't go anywhere.

You got it. Hey, what's going on in there? I don't know. I think the Hare

Krishnas are revolting.

What's your name?

My name's Frank Parker.

I'm going to protect you, okay? Just stay here. This is the safest place for

right now.

Keep an eye on the kid.

Hey, 50 bucks and let him drive.

Hey, I'll be right back. Gotta get a jump.

Where's Aunt Camilla?

She's your aunt? Yeah, she's my aunt. Where is she?

Relax, will you? We'll find her.

We'll be on the road in a few minutes.

What's wrong with the car?

I don't know. Dead battery or something.

Did you find the weapon?

It got messy.

Caesar and Camilla got away. But listen, something's weird.

I think the CIA tried to shoot Camilla's nephew.

Maybe he's part of the organization.

Come on, he's just a kid. He can't be any more than, I don't know, 11 or 12.

Frank, I can fix it. Not now, okay? Is that him? Yeah, I got him here with me.

Is he all right?

He's a pain in my ass, but he's fine.

Hopefully he can lead us to Caesar and Camilla.

Frank. Hang on, will you?

What?

Come on, I don't have all day.

Try now.

You just, uh... I warmed it up.

Now let's go find Aunt Camilla.

Frank, are you there?

I think I just found that weapon.

Frank, if you have the prototype, then return it to the CIA.

Well, it's not that simple.

Why the hell not?

I know this is gonna sound crazy, but, uh... I think the kid is the weapon.

Oh, come on. You've been listening to too much Art Bell.

Frank, are you saying that the weapon isn't hardware but a child?

Sir, that's not altogether impossible.

I worked with telekinetic subjects in the Soviet Union. They can do some

extraordinary things just with the power of their minds. The KGB was actually

very interested in using them as weapons.

I guarantee you that's the deal here.

Well, then for once do what you're supposed to do, Parker. Give the kid

the agency.

There's no way in hell I'm doing that. The CIA just tried to... The CIA just

tried to kill him.

What's stopping them from doing that again, huh?

Once the situation calms down, I'm sure cooler heads will prevail.

I can't take that chance, sir. I gotta keep this kid safe.

Frank! I'm sorry, Bradley.

Sir, I should be there with Parker. With my background, I can help him.

Absolutely not.

That's right. It's way too dangerous.

What you just did with the car, you've done that kind of thing before?

How do you do it?

I don't know. I just can't.

Something to do with molecules.

Hey, you got started.

I just... Yeah, it was a loose battery cable.

We should get the hell out of here.

Seattle Care Company.

56C3.

Let's go.

We need to get him back immediately.

Mr. Parker, I'll probably get fired for this, but I'm coming to Seattle to

assist you. Where can we meet?

Okay.

Come in.

The mission was unsuccessful.

Good stuff eluded us. What the hell with him? Did we get it back or not?

Well, man, we've identified his NSA agent. Frank Parker currently has the

weapon. The NSA?

I'll have to get into it with the brass and Langley.

In the meantime, you find that son of a bitch.

Yes, sir.

You need to tell me your name.

Okay, where do you live, then?

I want to help you, I really do, but you've got to start talking to me.

Why aren't you eating?

That's real well done.

Good, now we're getting somewhere. Now look, it's very important you tell me

you are and what you're doing.

Is that good?

Yeah.

Thanks.

No!

Wait up!

Olga, thank God you're here.

I'm not getting anywhere with this kid.

Well, I'm not surprised. These children can be extremely difficult.

He is.

Their uniqueness requires that you handle them delicately. Make them secure

order to gain your trust.

Okay, Mom.

Lead the way.

Mr. Parker, who's your friend?

I don't know.

He won't tell me his name.

He won't? Well, how are we going to be friends if we don't know your name?

I know.

I'll tell you mine first, and then you tell me yours.

I'm Olga.

You can't talk to him like he's two years old.

I'm Taylor.

Taylor.

I heard what happened at the airport.

It sounded scary.

It was.

Well, we want to make sure that kind of thing doesn't happen again, okay?

And in order to do that, you're going to have to help us out a little bit.

We need to know where you're from so that we can take you back there.

Exactly.

Can I have some quarters? I want to play that game.

Sorry.

Here.

When the game's over, you need to tell us where you're from, okay?

Deal.

said Bukovic left over two hours ago. I guarantee you she's with Parker.

I say we haul them both in and start disciplinary action.

Send an MIB team to Seattle immediately. Have them standing by.

If Frank calls in, make sure he gets all the help he needs.

Yes, sir.

Wow, you're good.

I play this all the time.

Think you can beat me?

Give it a shot.

I'm pretty immature, my dog.

You're kicking my butt.

Right, kid. Don't forget it.

Got the play game, and we had a deal.

You need to tell us where you're from.

Sugar Mountain.

Okay.

What about your parents?

Where are they?

We need to take him somewhere, you know, that's noisy.

Um, Taylor.

We're willing to take you anywhere you want to go, okay? It's up to you.

But when we get there...

You need to start opening up to us, all right?

Okay. Great.

Where do you want to go?

The beach.

Where to?

Oh, you picked up a man with a young boy at the airport earlier today.

Remember where you took them?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Well, this helped to jog your memory.

We are fighting the clock here. A lot of people are looking for this kid. I

know, I know, but we can't interrogate him.

Children like him see the world as a very dark, lonely place.

We don't want him to climb up again.

Once I had a mom and dad.

What happened to them?

They died when I was four.

Sorry to hear that.

You're lucky you remember your parents.

I never even knew mine.

You don't have parents either?

No.

I had someone who was like a substitute dad, though.

Father Kelly.

He was the one person who really looked out for me.

I'd always count on him.

You have anyone like that?

You can't tell us, Taylor.

Carter.

Carter? Who's that?

He's my doctor.

He's also my best friend.

He used to take care of me at Sugar Mountain.

But that was before Camilla and Caesar.

Do you know where I could find him?

Hey, why don't you show me how to fly this thing?

Sure.

Go ahead.

Judy, I need you to locate a Dr. Carter for me. I think he works for the CIA.

Try the code name Sugar Mountain.

Sugar Mountain?

You got anything?

Yeah, here's something.

Dr. Reginald Carter, he's a neurosurgeon.

Boy, there's a ton of encryption around his file.

That sounds like him. Can you get through?

I'll try.

Got it.

Here's his personnel file.

All right, this is his cell phone number. Patch me through.

Okay.

Dr. Carter, my name is Frank Parker. I'm an agent with the NSA.

I have a young boy with me by the name of Taylor.

Agent Parker, Taylor is in tremendous danger.

He needs to be returned to my care.

Maybe you can help me.

My little boy was here with my husband not too long ago.

Yeah, there was a kid here with a man and some lady. They left just a few

minutes ago. Any idea where they might have gone?

We've been monitoring Dr. Carter's calls.

He's meeting Parker and the child at Hendricks Beach.

We have an operative en route.

What are the orders?

Same as before.

That weapon must be excised from the inventory.

Now I'm going there myself to make sure that it happens.

Sir.

I need a plane ready in 15 minutes.

Taylor, look what I found. A starfish. Cool.

Here.

It's the last time I untangle this for you, okay?

Okay, thanks.

Careful.

Carter should be here soon.

We don't know much about this guy, so anything could happen.

It's probably best you stay close to the kid.

Okay.

Well, thank you. You're welcome.

How nice.

Carter!

Taylor! Taylor!

Hey, buddy!

Thank God you're all right.

You know I miss you.

I miss you.

Hey. I'm Frank Parker.

This is Dr. Vukovich.

Dr. Reginald Carter.

I thought you did for Taylor at the airport.

Look at Frank walk for me!

Hey, don't go far, kid!

Why the hell were those agents shooting at Taylor?

I was as appalled by the agency's actions as you.

But you gotta believe me.

I wouldn't do anything to hurt that boy.

But you are with the agency.

I'm on my own here.

The CIA recruited me for this program fresh out of Johns Hopkins.

Initially, I was excited about working in such a groundbreaking field, but I

became uncomfortable with the unethical direction they were taking.

So how long has Taylor been at Sugar Mountain?

Oh, since he was four.

I saw you risk your life for him, Agent Parker.

I know you're someone I can trust. Excuse me. Taylor!

Taylor!

Hey.

I want to tell you about staying close.

It's got tangled up again.

Again?

You are driving me crazy with this thing.

How are you doing?

No!

No!

Carter!

Oh, my God.

You okay?

It's not bad. It'll be all right.

Carter, what the hell are we dealing with here?

As Taylor gets older, he's learning to manipulate his abilities.

He needs proper supervision.

And now he's out there on his own.

All right.

Okay, Olga, get the doctor to the hospital, and we'll try and find Taylor.

You know which way he went?

That way.

They're passing him through now.

Connected, sir. Go ahead.

Mr. Daly? Dr. Tomich, now I've got a dead agent. Let's just cut to the chase.

I don't know why you're interfering, but you better call off Parker.

There's no way I'm going to let him or the NSA confiscate that weapon.

You mean the child?

You know what I mean.

If Parker continues to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong, I will not

guarantee his safety.

Is that a threat?

If Frank Parker is harmed in any way, I will expose your operation.

Then you can explain to the public why you're trying to assassinate a 12 -year

-old child.

Well, as of now, there's no evidence that child exists.

He's a danger to society.

Dammit, don't you understand the severity of this situation?

I understand perfectly.

Have the MIBs try and find them and pick them up and bring the three of them

back here.

Absolutely, sir.

I don't want to do this. Honey, he's a bad person. If you don't do this, we

leave you and you'll be left to fend for yourself.

Sweetheart, don't you love us?

You want to make us happy, right? After all, we're your only family now.

You okay?

Yeah.

Seems that you're the only family that Taylor has.

What happened to his parents?

They died in a house fire.

Taylor was responsible.

He was too young to realize what he was doing, but it's had a lasting effect on

his emotional development.

I actually worked in a telekinetic program in the Soviet Union from a

clinical standpoint.

Taylor is... Taylor is the most advanced case I've ever studied.

I actually worked with extreme cases very similar to Taylor's. We found that

they could never really function safely in a normal environment, and we were

eventually forced to engage in experimental procedures attempting to

their abilities.

Were they successful?

Well, we had mixed results.

Some were good, and some were not so good.

But I think we have to start accepting that Taylor's options are running out.

We're okay?

I'm sure people think.

Come on.

I'm sure you don't mean to.

Camille and Cesar told me to, and I did, even though I knew it was wrong.

I did it so they'd like me.

But they don't. No one does.

Well, that's not true.

I do.

Why? I don't know.

I guess it's because you're kind of like me.

You mean you can... No, no, but I know what it's like to be different.

I've had to deal with it my whole life.

But hey, you know, that's what makes us fun to be around.

It's hard being different.

Tell me about it.

That's why people like you and me need to stick together.

Huh?

Huh? That's better. A little smile. Good man.

Hold on for a sec, okay?

Yeah. Mr. Parker, please, tell me you've found Taylor.

Yeah, I got him. Oh, that's wonderful news.

Thanks, little man.

We're on our way.

Taylor, I've been worried sick about you.

We must get you out of here.

You're in danger.

What about Frank?

Jacob!

Come get us, Tim. We don't have time.

Make sure he does not bother us again.

Parker? Randy!

Randy,

shut up and listen.

I need reconnaissance satellite intel on this section of the city.

Locate a green van, license plate number 740 -FSU.

Why? Why?

Why? Why do you always have to ask why?

Cesar and Camilla got the kid again.

Okay? You happy?

Just give me the information and call me back, all right?

Okay. Bye.

Where's the kid, Parker?

Who the hell are you?

CIA. Now, don't play games with me.

You must be Daly.

And how the hell did you know that?

I guess I guess.

Look, here's the deal.

I get Caesar.

You leave the kid alone.

What do you think you're going to do? Give him a normal life?

He's become a weapon, Parker. Pure and simple.

Thanks for the wheels, bud.

Make sure to get it washed.

It's too hot here.

We will never be able to kill off the American Treasury Secretary before the

summit begins.

Let's just leave the boy and get out of the country. No, he was worth a lot of

money.

We will sell him on the international arms market and make a bundle.

Do you realize the trouble that you have caused us?

Everything would have been fine if you hadn't run off.

I hate it here. I want to go back to Sugar Mountain.

Now shut up.

You've never done this to him before.

Take me home.

Your home is with us, sweetheart.

No, it isn't.

I wish you never took me away.

Is that it?

Zoom on in.

Bingo.

Thela.

I am sorry for getting angry with you.

So, can we be friends again?

You're not my friend.

Carter is.

So are Frank and Olga.

No. No, they're not.

See, they don't really care about you.

They want to use you.

You're lying.

You always lie to me.

Taylor, they want to keep you away from Sugar Mountain.

We want to take you back.

Isn't that what you want?

To promise?

Yes.

Now, get somebody out.

Good news. We have a buyer for the kid.

We leave tonight.

I don't think we should take that chance. We've pressed our luck already.

Hey, sweetheart.

Where's Taylor?

Inside.

Now leave him without the kid.

You are not leaving here, period.

Taylor?

Frank! I'm in here!

Frank! Dammit, Cecil, he'll kill me!

Problem solved.

Taylor. Taylor, please.

I'm sorry.

He was trying to hurt you.

Oh, Taylor.

I hurt too many people.

What are you doing?

I have to end this.

Taylor, no, no, no.

Please don't do this to yourself, Taylor.

Taylor, listen to me.

Taylor.

I can help you.

I just want to be a normal kid.

I know.

We're going to try and make that happen.

I promise.

So, uh, how is he?

He's doing extremely well, actually.

I'd say his prognosis is excellent.

The procedure went beautifully.

Lucky for Taylor, this is a hell of a doctor you work with.

You don't have to tell me that.

But listen, I don't mean to sound heartless, but is he still going to pose

danger?

We'll know in a couple of days.

Is that it?

I tried my hardest.

Room temperature.

Are you mad?

We couldn't be happier.

So am I normal now?

I'm afraid so.

Welcome to the real world, kid.

What was that you were saying? I can't hear you. Oh, you're sorry. You're sorry

for burning my hand. That's okay.

You know, Vukovic, you really came through for Taylor. When you want to, we

a hell of a team.

Maybe so.

I must admit, you have better paternal instincts than I thought.

It wasn't so bad playing mommy and daddy with me now, was it?

I wouldn't get too carried away, Mr. Harper.