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

Let's do it again.

I don't believe in a sun god, grandfather.

This Jesus they teach you.

You have seen him.

No.

But the sun god, he
shows himself to you each

day, in the sun that he
carries across the sky.

I don't believe in the
old ways, grandfather.

I believe in what the
teachers at school say.

The sun god has spoken to you this night.

He says, your white
teachers don't know squat.

It's extraordinary.

With any witnesses?

A couple of local Navajo,
an old man and a boy.

What they see?

They say, the sun god visited them.

Maybe they're right.

Come.

There's something in there.

That's bone and tissue.

Let's get this thing home now.

Mr. Parker?

Mr. Parker?

Oh my god.

Come on.

Olga?

Olga, it was a joke.

It wasn't funny.

Then call it an impulse.

Impulse is unpremeditated.

Well, then at least call it a good kiss.

It was a good kiss.

All right, it was a good kiss.

You weren't half bad yourself.

I'm better when I've had more warning.

How much warning do you need?

Mr. Parker.

Oh my god.

What is it?

I have to go.

Olga, what's going on?

Go back to your quarters, Mr. Parker.

You don't have clearance for this.

For what?

Isn't it incredible?

I've been waiting all my life for this.

For what?

Dr. Ballard.

Sorry, Parker.

You probably don't have clearance.

Oh, give me a break.

Doctor?

Doctor?

Hi.

Hold on there, Parker.

You don't have clearance.

Someone tell me what the hell's going...

Is that what I think it is?

We certainly hope so.

Hey, buddy.

What are you doing down here?

You don't have...
Clearance, I know.

So how come you do?

They didn't exactly transfer
close encounters in the SEALs.

A prank.

Captain Donovan will be conducting
the preliminary examination of the craft.

You'll have to return to your quarters.

You don't know what's inside that thing.

Donovan and I have been watching
each other's backs for a long time now.

If this gets hairy, you're gonna
want me in there with him.

I could use a little backup.

Klaatu Barada Nikto, baby.

Check this out, people.

There's some kind of life form in here.

Is it humanoid?

Yeah, two arms, two
legs, a head and tentacles.

Would they be antennae?

Looks more like a breathing apparatus.

What's the gunk?

It might be an organic cushion to make
the flight less traumatic for the pilot.

The egg yolk theory.

Exactly.

I've always wanted to try it.

No thanks.

We've got activity here, people.

Delta unit, lock and load.

If the bug is hostile, saw it in hand.

Whatever it is, I think it wants out.

For God's sake, don't frame it.

Not high on my list right now, Fowler.

Okay, baby.

Come to papa.

Oh!

Something wrong?

Uh, no.

Go!

There!

Yeah.

It's trying to speak.

Let's rush it.

Oh, my God.

Joseph!

Take condition.

Log out.

Joseph!

Olga, it's not safe.

Joseph!

Joseph.

Joseph.

Who's Joseph?

Her husband.

Did you know she was married?

Of course.

And you didn't think that little detail

was something some of us
might be interested to know?

You mean so that some of us might not come
on to her and make asses of themselves?

Yes, something like that.

Well, Olga wanted it that way.

Joseph had been presumed dead.

What happened?

They were working on a rushing
program similar to our back step.

He was their first colonel.

And then, seven years ago,

during a test run,

he disappeared.

Olga held on to the hope that he might
still be alive, lost somewhere in time.

But after all these years... She's a
lucky woman. I'll give her that much.

Indeed.

How many people have their lost
loves just dropped back into their lives?

Yeah.

Not many.

You bit your nails again.

I was nervous.

My beauty.

I'm sorry I made you wait.

I wanted to get a cigarette.

Come in.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Come in.

I couldn't find reverse.

Ah.

Good. I see you're awake.

Joseph, I'm Bradley
Talmadge, and this is Dr. Ballard.

You'll excuse our reluctance
to identify ourselves

further until we know
a bit more about you.

I respect that, but it's unnecessary.

I know all about you.

Bradley Talmadge,

NSA Special Projects
Liaison to the Pentagon.

Dr. John Ballard,

renowned physicist,

and resident genius
behind Project Backstep,

the first time travel
project that actually worked.

Resident genius?

Maybe I should print up new business cards.

What you have is
classified information, sir.

Not where I come from.

Where's that?

My future.

Real chicken.

So you're telling us you
went 30 years into the future.

33 years,

8 months and 11 days to be exact.

I left in January 1992

and landed in September 2025.

Now, how did you get your
machine to go forward in time?

That was a complete accident.

Even three decades from now,
time travel is still in its infancy.

It took me years before I dared
attempting to jump this far back.

I'd very much like to study your craft.

Who?

Oh, Joseph!

I think Joseph needs to rest now.

Can I talk to you tomorrow?

Of course.

Sorry.

Mr. Parker?

Were you spying?

Just curious.

How's he doing?

He's fine, considering the magnitude
of the backstep he's just been through.

You've never won that before?

No.

Too bad.

Might have saved one of
us some embarrassment.

I'm so sorry.

Joseph, this is Frank Parker.

Ah, yes, the Crononaut.

What a pleasure it is to meet you.

He knows about me?

Forgive me, Mr. Parker.

I know of your exploits, your bravery.

You will have done some fine work.

What's he talking about?

Oh, he says he's from the future.

Knows everything about us.

If all you say is true, the knowledge you
hold could be an incredible asset to us.

Oh, and not to mention
every branch of government.

Say, take the military, for example.

Be very careful what
you ask of me, gentlemen.

Do you really wish to open Pandora's box?

Well, speaking strictly for myself,
let me be the first to say, hell yes.

Okay, now, space travel.

Do we send a man to Mars in our lifetime?

Mars?

You think too modestly, Dr. Ballard.

Venus? Saturn?

Oh, come on.

Give me a little hint.

You'll know soon enough.

Your discoveries
here will be the key to

making manned missions
to the planets possible.

Really?

My discoveries?

You're going to be a great man.

Greater than you know, Dr. Ballard.

So, now might be a good
time to ask for a raise.

All right, the big enchilada.

WW3.

When's it start and who strikes first?

I'm happy to tell you,
Mr. Ramsey, it doesn't happen.

You're kidding.

With all the crazies out there?

I understand your reluctance to believe me.

You're still living in a time of
superpowers and global conflict.

Oh, so I suppose all
that's going to change

into some wishy-washy
socialist utopia crap.

Well, not without some growing pains.

But the world is going to change
dramatically and for the better.

Your idea of national boundaries
will soon go the way of 8-track tapes.

You know who I am.

Of course, Dr. Medtner.

You were instrumental in breaking
the codes of the Roswell technology.

You are the originator
of the Backstep project.

You will be revered for your achievements.

Dr.
Vuvovich, I am 84 years old, my wife is 79.

I have only one question
and I'm terrified to ask it.

I understand.

Do you know the answer?

In the eyes of your
children, you will live forever.

Why, did something happen to me?

I don't think you really want
to know anymore, Mr. Parker.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Would you like your life predictable?

Just one more question.

Not about the future, about the past.

Okay?

When you disappeared, you were
loyal to your country, weren't you?

Very much so.

Who are you loyal to now?

That's enough, Frank.

No, I want to know whose side he's on.

Mr. Parker.

I said that's enough.

Why did you come back here, Dr. Vuvovich?

What do you want from us?

My wife.

And I hope after all
these questions, I've

earned the right to
sometime alone with her.

I don't like the idea of giving that Ruski
free reign around one inch of his place.

I mean, for all we know, this whole thing
could be some sort of communist trick.

Ramsey, the Cold War is over. Let it go.

Yeah, well, maybe in 2025 it isn't.

Listen, Joseph is not a spy.
He's a miracle.

Oh, yeah, you'd think that.
He kissed your butt.

He practically told you
you were the next Einstein.

Where do you stand on this, Doc?

Well, we've been around as
long as I have, and you hear the

word miracle, the first
thing you think of is snake oil.

But he seems decent enough.

Well, I guess we all
know where Parker stands.

Oh, leave me out of this one. I'm
reserving judgment until we get more facts.

What?

You're jealous.

Oh, give me a break.

Well, it's true, isn't it?

No, is that what you think?

Look, I don't give a damn
what your motives are, Parker.

I know we see eye to eye on this.

This Joker cannot be trusted.

And I, for one, am going
to do something about it.

What are you going to do? Ramsey?
Ramsey, what are you going to do?

I have to apologize again for Mr. Parker.
He was just so rude.

Are you still in your mind?

Olya, is there something...
No, no, there's nothing.

Look, you don't have to feel guilty.
I've been gone a long time.

For all you knew, I...
There's nothing, Joseph.

Something is bothering
you besides Mr. Parker.

Joseph, I have been waiting for
this moment for so many years.

And now that it's here, now that you
are here... I seem like a stranger to you.

No, I feel like a stranger to myself.

You would not say that if
you could see your future.

The future I know.

Tell me.

I find you. In Moscow.

You are teaching
astrophysics to 12-year-olds.

And I'm 60 years old.

And you are so beautiful.

You will always be beautiful.

But we feel cheated.

Of the years we could have had together.

Of children.

Together we developed the
technology to send me back.

For us.

I want you to come back with me, Olya.

To the future?

I crossed time for you, Olya.

No other love in history
has ever done that.

I really think we should
wait for Dr. Vukovich.

You know, maybe Bella is right.

What? Get the bumps to her? Forget it.

Checking out this hunk of
commie hardware for myself.

Is this what you're looking for?

Okay, fine. Check it out.

Just don't touch anything.

Oh, okay.

Like hell.

Well, here's one improvement
the Ruskies have over us.

Somebody can ride shotgun.

Pretty cozy, huh?
Time machine built for two.

What are those?

I'd say it's a photon reactor.

Careful. It has roughly the explosive
capacity that of a hydrogen bomb.

We simulated its
possibilities as an alternate

power source, but it never
seemed quite sufficient.

Well, I guess they had
better luck in the future.

Oh, boy.

Which way are you pointing that thing?

Oh, relax, Parker.

If I know about anything, it's weaponry.
I don't care what century it's from.

Nice shot, weapons expert.

She almost killed us.

Wow, that's impressive.

So how come Gandhi's packing a howitzer?

Of course I brought a weapon.

The end of the century
has a bit of a reputation,

you know, when it
comes to alien visitors.

Why didn't you tell us about this?

I should have done
that in all this excitement.

You would have seen
it today during the tour.

Please, keep it as a gesture of goodwill.

We never send Parker back without a weapon.
It's S.O.P.

Well, let's table this discussion for now.

I spoke to Washington this morning.

The NSA is very
interested in talking with you.

You fly tomorrow for a complete debriefing.

I expected as much.

You can clear up the matter
of your weapon with them.

And if you pass muster, we have a proposal
which we hope you'll find interesting.

To your health.

To your health.

Must be big news.
They were with Vukovich all morning.

Excuse me, boys. I
want to be in the front

row when we send old
Joe back to red paradise.

Morning, Nate.

Morning, sir.

Last night, a very powerful weapon
was recovered from Dr. Vukovich's craft.

He has since allayed our concerns
about it, paving the way for news.

I'm very happy to share with you all.

In just under 24 hours,
Dr. Vukovich will fly

to Washington for a
debriefing by our people.

If all goes well, he'll become the
latest member of our back-step team.

So, is he gonna be backup for Frank?

No, no.

His position will be strictly advisory.

His knowledge of
the future is far too

valuable for us to risk
his life back-stepping.

That is it.

You know, I've been real quiet about
my feelings up until now, but this...

Oh, this is too much!

Get out of the damn way!

Any other dissenting opinions, Mr. Parker?

How's your poker?

I'm afraid I'm not much of a gambler.

Well, we'll get you up to speed.

You got it.

Meetings adjourned.

Mark, what is wrong?

You told him you'd stay.

Yes.

If this is what it takes to
keep you in my life, yes.

And what about the future?

The future belongs to us.

Wherever it begins.

Yes?

Dr. Ballard.

Of course I'd be delighted
to tour the sphere.

I'll be right there.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

16, 17... Wow!

The legendary back-step sphere.

You know, children still build
toy models of it in the future.

You've got to stop flattering me.
It's terrible.

What is of particular interest
to me is your fuel source.

Is it true that it's extraterrestrial?

Yes, that's our secret ingredient.

Actually, it's no bigger than a hot dog,
but the power it generates bends light,

which creates its own gravity field
and, oh, you know, bubble bombs.

The fuel is not on board the sphere?

No. All we need is a pulse to launch.

Once that gravity field
is created, the sphere

just travels without
the need for more fuel.

You'll attest to that.

For seven days.

And if you could provide a continual
pulse... We could travel even further.

May I see it?

The core? Sure.

Ballard, is this a good idea?

Come on, Parker. Their
technology is already

much more advanced
than ours. It's okay.

You ready?

Dr. Ballard?

Yes?

I'm sorry to cut short the tour, but
you're needed up here immediately.

I'm sorry.
I guess we'll have to do this another time.

No problem.

In the meantime, I'd be more than
happy to show you around the gift shop.

After you.

So I heard you rode our new
pal around here pretty hard today.

Just trying to make him
feel like part of the team.

Right.

At least until we pack him
off to Washington tomorrow.

If they decide he's not a security
risk, hey, I'm not gonna argue.

And you sure there's no
personal vendetta involved here?

Absolutely not.

Doesn't mean I gotta put
him on my Christmas list.

Besides, have you seen his eyes?

Got beady eyes.

That's what I thought. Beady.

I didn't ask you how
you feel about all this.

Of course I'm happy to have my husband back
and excited to be working with him again.

You sound like a press release.

Isaac.

Isaac.

He's asked me to go with him.

To Washington? I think you should.

No, to the future.

But he's agreed to join Backstab.

Are you saying he can't be trusted?

I love him. He's a brilliant man.

But can we trust him?

Great.

Wow, this is very impressive.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Well, I must admit, our
seats are more comfortable.

We use a fine Corinthian leather, you see.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, it's an old joke.

American television.

Now, I couldn't help noticing you
use photon energy as your fuel source.

Don't you find that a little odd?

A little inefficient?

Yes, John.

I do.

Those Russians. Backstab.

Well, set up shop with the Kremlin.

Mother.

I need your fuel source.

So let me guess.

The future wasn't all
you made it out to be.

Somehow, every advance we made was undone.

Americans were always a step ahead.

My colleagues didn't believe
me, but I knew the reason.

Open it.

All right, Parker, you're not
exactly my favorite person,

but I think we're the only
sane people left around here.

What's up, Nathan?

The gun's gone.

Where's Vukovich?

Security saw him heading
for the sphere hangar.

Здравствуй, мой хороший.

Well, go on, pick it up.

I just pick it up?

Sure.

Carbon pliers, please.

Good boy.

Иди сюда, сынок.

I admire your spirit, Dr. Ballard.

That's why it's hard killing you.

Why kill me?

You have what you want.

Oh, yes.

But I don't have what
you're going to create.

The alternate fuel source?

I did it?

Be proud.

What are you doing here?

Repairing my craft. We're leaving.

What?

Right now. You're coming with me.

But you promised me... It
was a promise made to fools.

My God!

Choose, Olga.

Why are you doing this?

These people are nothing
to you. I'm your blood.

I'm offering you the life
you were destined for.

Please.

No.

You're coming with me.

Let her go.

Hold your fire.

I never wanted to kill you, boy.

You mean...

No!

Dr. Ballard!

No!

The fuel source...

It's gone.

Is there any chance for a back-step, Isaac?

There's a small bit of
residue in the pulse generator.

It could take us back seven
days or seven minutes.

Or it could cost us another life.

So what you're saying is
we're running on fumes?

In a nutshell.

Well...

Let's do it.

Come on. What are we waiting for?

When you get back, Bukovic
will most likely already be here.

I'm not proud to say we'll be fans of his.

For Ballard's sake, he'll be happy
to do a little character assassination.

And I want to thank you.

For what?

For not saying I told you so.

Mr. Parker!

Good luck.

Take this.

Give it to me when you get back.

Otherwise, I won't believe you.

And, Mr. Parker...

I'm sorry.

For all of it.

That's a shame.

What?

You'll never remember you just said that.

Keep it moving.

Got it.

Way to go, Mr. Parker!

Heat reactor to 100%.

Engage.

Hey.

Hey. What day is it?

Uh, uh, Monday.

Two days ago.

Good.

Yeah.

My car! My car!

He's got my car!

Hey, hey, hey. We must have back-stepped.

We gotta get to the briefing room.

Yeah, yeah.
As soon as I take a look around this craft.

I really think we should
wait for Dr. Vukovich.

Get the bums to her? Forget it!

Oh, Joseph.

Listen, I'm really sorry about this.

Don't be.

You're impatient for a tour? Let me oblige.

Thanks.

Has Parker checked in yet?

No, not yet.

But the landing was close by.
We sent a security team to pick him up.

Where's Dr. Vukovich?

It would be a good opportunity
for him to see what we do here.

He's not feeling well, but I'll
see if he'll change his mind.

Oh. Time machine built for two, huh?

Very nice. Very impressive.

Um, here's something that may interest you.

Holy mother.

Hey, Valor.

So you're telling me the
Cold War's over, huh?

Could have been great friends, you know.

I would have taught you everything.

Open it.

Five years of Taekwondo, you snake!

Vukovich!

Mr. Parker, what are you doing?

He was trying to kill Valor!

Give me the gun!

Give me the gun!

No! No!

No! No!

Give me the gun!

My ring!

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun!

Give me the gun!

Give me the gun!

How'd you get us out of this crate?

Well, the photon reactor was
the only element more advanced

than our own technology, and
it was completely destroyed.

Without that, we'll never know how
this thing would have gone into the future.

What about all the
rest of the stuff in there?

Might as well have come from
some 21st century radio shack.

Well, I guess that means
that 33 years from now,

the Russians will still
be sucking our exhaust.

Right, right.

There was a time I
believed in him completely.

I would have waited forever. Stupid.

Well, whatever you
did, you did it for love.

If you're gonna make a
mistake, you might as well

do it for the only reason
that matters, right?

Here, give me your hat.

Remember him as the man you loved.

Back another time.

Thank you.

I'd rather go get a drink.

Now you're talking.