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

Seven days.

We're going to undo that event.

We're going to undo that event.

We're going to undo that event.

Let's do it again.

May God help us to fight those
who have the courage to surrender.

My brothers, we will be victorious.

I think you guys are
just getting freaked out.

Who says science can't be attractive?

Unbelievable.

I can't believe he gets away with this.

Oh my God.

Oh man.

Ballard.

I knew you were a kinky son of a bitch.

Oh, he's kinky.

Don't they have late night
cable for this kind of thing?

Donovan, these are security monitors.

Security is my responsibility.

People, we've been invited to tour
Spacecom Command at NORAD.

NSA feels their new tracking
and global positioning systems

may have increased practical
applications for Backstep.

If you mean we, I hope
you don't mean all of us.

If we start allowing nut
jobs and communists into the

bowels of our government,
we might as well invite Castro.

We leave tomorrow afternoon at
1300 with the entire Alpha team.

Yeah.

Sir, we have an errata in Parker's
room and he's not answering his phone.

Yeah, later.

What the hell?

Well, I certainly feel safe knowing
you're in charge of security, Ramsey.

Parker.

Here we go.
It's the yellow's choice, fellas.

The game's anaconda, or as
I like to call it, pass the trash.

Seven cards stud with a twist.

We pass three, then two, then
one card to the left, a bet in between.

Any questions?

Good.

Now let's make it 20 to open.

You people wonder why I want to
plant a tracking bug inside his head.

He's a...

Woo-hoo! Come to daddy.

Hey, game could use some
fresh dinero, boys. Pull up a chair.

He screws around and what do we do?
We reward him with a field trip.

Yeah.

Smile.

Ah, the field trip.
Always was my favorite part of school.

Well, of course it was. A field trip's
a day designed for screwing around.

I had one of the best days
of my life on a field trip.

I'm not surprised.

No, seriously.

When I was ten, I had to
switch schools in the middle

of the year and right
away we went on a field trip.

We're all supposed to
pick partners, but nobody

wanted to be buddies
with the new orphan kid.

Boy, if that's one of
the best days of your

life, I'd hate to see
one of the worst days.

Anyway, Sally Jensen
told the most popular boy

in school that she
couldn't be his partner.

Because she was going to be with me.

I still have a picture
of Sally from that day.

Cute, huh?

So how about it?

So you want to be my field trip buddy?

You get to hold hands.

Boy, a girl box office.

Boys, you are looking at my son.

And I'll tell you this,
by the way this kid has

been kicking, Lily, he's
going to have my big feet.

Yes, indeed.

It's a good thing you're
not having a girl, then, huh?

Wallace, get back here.

Room attendant, hut!

I've seen a hell of a lot of reconnaissance
photos in my time, gentlemen.

This is not a robbery.

No, sir, it's...
That's my kid, sir.

I see.

Tell me, were you flying a
sortie over your baby today?

No, sir.

Until you join the
civilian ranks next week.

You're still mine.

Yes, sir.

Baby shower's over, ladies.
It's time to fly.

Sir?

Pardon me, sir,
but... Well, do you...

Do you ever think of retiring?

Me?

No, I'm just an old dog of war, son.

And I grow old with my bird.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

It's just...

Watching my kid grow up, you know?

I wouldn't miss that for
anything in the world.

Yeah.

Man, I'm sure gonna miss flying her.

Move away now.

Open the low band of five megawatts.

Access the radio net.

Feedback white noise.

Put an antenna pad operating
on the high band at 3600 kilowatts.

But all the towers are functioning.

We've never gone that high.

Do it now.

You have no other option.

All right.

We just lost an Amstar, sir.

Radio base, do you think
that's something down there?

There seems to be some sort of
interference. I can't get through.

Try another band.

All white noise.

Try them all.

What the hell's going on here?

Oh, my God.

The Iraqis have invaded Saudi Arabia.

Intel reports that they're en
route to Prince Sultan Army Base.

That interference must be the Iraqis.

I had to keep us from
receiving a signal from base.

Get the ALQ working. Break it up.

Sir, we have
confirmation that the Iraqis

have overrun U.S. Army
bases in Saudi Arabia.

We have an order of attack.

What's the classification?

A-1.

Our spider all bust.

God.

God.

Now, this is our big board.

With it, we can monitor all air and
space activity throughout the world.

Commercial planes, military
craft, the space shuttle.

If it's in the sky, we know about it here.

And the data is primarily
satellite-generated.

Correct. It is.

Now, that's one of the U.S.
Operation Northern Watch squadrons.

that run surveillance
over the no-fly zone in Iraq.

Let's fly back to our base in Turkey.

Certainly a more acute view
than the old dewline days.

We'll go to the Space Control Command.

As I understand it, the kind of
flying objects you're interested in

are the ones that we
classify as unidentified.

General, if the squadron
is returning to Turkey,

why are they heading south?

A-1.

Nothing's ever completely reliable.

We have confirmation
on the attack order, sir.

Coordinates locked in for principle.

But that's an American base.

It's been overrun by the Iraqis.

30 minutes to target end.

How about this? Double or nothing.

You're on.

You're gonna be shining
my boots till next Christmas.

B-52 target confirmed.

Prince Sultan Army Base.

NSA has confirmed that the
HAARP complex near Ankara

is the source of the interference
jamming the squadron's radio.

Our military communications have been
blacked out throughout the Middle East.

The SEAL team's just arrived at HAARP.

Terrorists have taken the
entire place with explosives.

The President has ordered
them to go at all costs.

We only have 15 minutes
to establish radio contact.

Once the squadron
passes the point of no return,

they'll disregard all verbal commands,

even if it's from the President.

Sir, I have General Kelly on line one.

General Kelly?

We were able to reach
a joint tactical base.

The U.S. fighters are
now headed towards the

squadron to try and visually
divert them off course.

In all likelihood,

the only way to stop the squadron.

would be to shoot them down.

I want to talk to the squadron commander
as soon as we re-establish radio contact.

SEAL team Alpha to base.

We have reached the
perimeter of the HAARP complex.

SEAL team Bravo to base.

Transmitter towers in sight.

We're moving into position now.

Sir, we are receiving confirmation
of penetration over here.

Omega two to Omega one, please respond.

The LQ is broken through
the Iraqi's jamming, sir.

This is Omega one, we copy.

Gentlemen, we've reached approach
and will proceed with penetration.

We've just passed the point of no return.

God in heaven.

Omega one, this is Papa
Romeo one, please respond.

Papa Romeo one, this is Omega one.

We're not authorized to receive
verbal communication at this time.

Omega one, abort mission immediately.

Foreign source transmitted
your attack orders using

our HAARP communications
grid near Ankara, Turkey.

Divert course.

You're going to bomb American troops.

Papa Omega one.

We're not authorized to
receive tactical orders by us.

General Manninger, this is General Kelly.

I am ordering you to divert
your course immediately.

Sir, I'm not authorized.

We've passed that point of no return.

Colonel, this is the
President of the United States.

Return to your base at once.

You're going to do the opposite of
everything I've been trained for, sir.

General Royerson,

if our fighters fail to
visually divert the squadron,

I've ordered them to
take any and all measures

to stop the bombers from
reaching Prince Sultan.

Disregard what you just heard.

The President's voice can
easily be imitated by the enemy.

This is the day we've been preparing for.

Remember, there's no greater
honor than to serve your country.

Heard the math.

Switch to combat mode.

This is Fighter Group Six,

confirming order to visually divert.

We have visual contact
with the B-52 squadron.

They're not responding to
visual orders to divert their course.

They're good men.

They're going to complete
their mission no matter what.

Fighter Group Seven is in range.

God willing, they'll shoot our squadron.

Tactical to Fighter Group Seven,

you are cleared to attack.

Fire at will.

Fighter Group Seven to Tactical, we copy.

Gentlemen, prepare to launch.

A missile, sir! Locked onto us!

Release Jaff!

Command, this is Omega.

We have been locked onto.

I repeat, we have been locked onto.

Colonel Madigar?

Mr. Lilly?

I'm sorry the baby's been kicking so hard.

The kid's got my big feet.

I love you, Lilly.

Mr. President, the fighters
brought down only two bombers.

Four are still on target.

General, if they get
through to Prince Sultan,

what would be the damage?

Sir, with the amount of
payload on each bomber,

even if only one gets through,

damage will be total.

Americans, bombing Americans.

It's a living nightmare.

The radar coordination unit
warned the hangar center.

A White House spokesman
said the President expressed

shock and outrage at the
bombing of the U.S. Army Base.

Steel-strong two Renault vans
parked outside the complex.

The CIA's trying to trace them now.

Push your boys, Nate.

I want to know who we're
dealing with as soon as possible.

Any word on what type
of explosives they used?

Not yet.

Bradley, with Hopp destroyed,
we'll need time to reprogram.

the navigational systems.

As you know, we were using Hopp
for our own navigational coordinates,

as was every other batch.

Everything possible is
being done at this time

to expedite the process
of identifying the victims.

The death toll, the 1,200 and counting.

Well, let's get moving
on this one, Bradley.

We will, as soon as the
sphere's been reprogrammed.

Please contact the number
at the bottom of your screen.

Tommy, is that you?

Mrs. Boxstaller?

This is Colonel Seth Mattinger.

I regret to inform you that your husband...

No!

We'll make a one abort mission immediately.

You're telling me to do the opposite
of everything I've been trained for, sir?

Remember, there's no greater
honor than to serve your country.

Please, God, forgive me.

Said Al-Fattah, the
man who rented the vans.

Counterterrorism units have been tracking
his movements for the past two years.

Al-Fattah's affiliated with
the Federation of Mecca.

They want us out of the Gulf.

Now, according to the SEALs, it was a
handheld device that triggered the blast.

It was a suicide mission.

Mark, can you get that panel?

Gil, help him out.

Let's rock and roll.

Mr. Parker, we really need to test the new
navigational systems before you backstep.

Why?

It's not like the SPHERES
have landed right before.

Parker's right. It's too risky to wait.

We could lose a chrononaut in this.

I'm a gambling man. I'll take a chance.

We go now.

We'll grab Al-Fattah's men when
they arrive at the HAARP complex.

Good luck, Frank.

Good luck, Mr. Parker.

Minus 30.

Parker, we've juiced
the boost, so to speak.

We've tweaked Omega-God's fields
to allow for a much more rapid merger.

I think we're going to try and
land you back here in this hangar.

Try being the operative word.

Without HAARP, we don't precisely
know what's going to happen.

Guys, next time we plan a field trip,
remind me that I want to stay home.

I think we all want to stay home, Frank.

May God watch over you, Mr. Parker.

Yeah, well, I got you, Sally,

and now God.

I think I'm in pretty good hands.

Five, four... Main
reactor at 100%.

One... Engage!

We'll get a field trip back
in time, you son of a bitch.

Oh, shit.

Whoa!

Look at that!

Cool!

Whoa!

All right!

Hey!

You want to see my spaceship?

Give me a ride on your
skateboard, and I'll let you look inside.

How old are you?

Ten.

Come on, you look like a grown-up.

Yeah, right.

I'll tell you what.

Give me a dollar, and
I'll let you look inside.

You can sit in the cockpit and everything.

Hey, where are you going?

School, dude.

You're crazy, right?

Well, I didn't want to
play with you anyway.

Branchville, Virginia.

Nate, we'll meet you there.

My boys paged me after they picked
up a sighting in a UFO online chat.

Based on that info alone, it
appears that the sphere landed

in Branchville, Virginia
approximately two hours ago.

Well, any word from Parker?

Conundrum is MIA.

We don't know if it's willingly or not.

Well, something must have
happened for him to have the call.

Till we find him,

we won't know why he back-stepped or
what will happen in the next seven days.

Well, we're headed to the
sphere landing site now.

I'll go with you.

Good. Call me as soon as you get there.

We found two photos in the sphere.

Sir, some of these people got a pretty good
up-close-and-personal look at the sphere.

What do you want to tell them?

Get a couple of guys in
flight suits down here pronto.

We'll pin it on NASA.

The back of it is dated six days from now.

I can't tell where it was taken, but it's
Parker and Olga standing in front of a bus.

Looks like we took a trip.

We're gonna tax it over immediately.

We'll all have a look at it.

Will do.

Now do you see why I want to
plant a tracking bug inside his head?

You ready to case this place?

Yeah.
Owen Parker would start with the bars.

A guy in an astro-suit should be
pretty damn easy to remember.

Well, that's the last
bar on this side of town.

Looks like your buddy flew the coop.

I'm gonna check the credit cards.

Maybe he's been spending
the company's dollar.

Come on, you big baby.

Jump.

I don't wanna.

I'm scared.

Hey.

Go pick on someone your own size.

Hi.

Let's jump together.

Okay?

You ready?

One,

two,

three.

Let's go again.

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, son.

Where'd you get that suit, son?

Over at the park.

All right, now you wait right here.

It's government property.

Hey.

Hey, Frank.

You all right?

What the hell have you been, Parker?

How do you know my name?

Look, I'm not in the mood
for any of your games.

Well, I'm not in the mood
for any of your games.

All right, stop it.

You stop it.

You stop it.

No, you stop it.

Come on, Frank.

We've been all over this
town looking for you, man.

So who asked you to?

Come on.

Fatso.

I'll show you, fatso.

All right.

Ramsey, knock it off.

Well, he started it.

He started it.

Stop it.

You stop it.

Hey, Frank.

You know who I am?

I'm Donovan.

I'm Craig Donovan.

I've never met you before,
but I'm actually your friend.

No, you're not.

Donovan.

Ramsey.

Yeah, Ramsey.

Maybe something's happened to him, man.

He's acting like a little kid.

Hell, he always acts like a little kid.

No, he's different.

Something must have happened with his fear.

Hey, Frank.

Hey, Frank.

How old are you?

Ten.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

We'll be back at base in about three hours.

We've got to stop for pizza first.

He's hungry.

Ramsey out.

It's quite possible Parker may be suffering
from a mental temporal displacement

brought on by the backstep itself.

And if the last images Parker saw
during the takeoff were of his childhood,

then God help us, mentally,
that's where he could be right now.

Maybe it was something I did to disfear?

Well, we've got to get to
the bottom of it, but quickly,

because whatever happened
is going to happen again.

We backstepped for a reason.

Do you know where you are, Frank?

It's a top secret place.

Are there aliens here?

Where's my spaceship?

You said I could have it back, remember?

I remember, but there's some
people I want you to meet first.

Olga!

Mr. Parker!

Oh, Frank, you know Olga?

Yeah, she's my friend.

Want some gum?

Wow, there it is!

Guys!

My God, he is a child.

Hello, Frank.

Good grief, Parker.

Ignore him.

Suck it in, fatso!

What is this fatso?

Wow!

So, do you like your spaceship?

Yeah.

What do you remember about the trip?

I don't know, the landing was cool.

What's this green thing?

The engage button.

What was your mission?

Do you remember?

That's nice.

That's good, yes.

Listen, listen, listen.

What were you supposed
to do when you get back?

Do you remember?

I don't know.

There were these bad guys
and they played really loud music.

What kind of music?

It was just loud and you
could hear it all over the world.

It hurt my ears, I hated it.

What were they doing with this music?

Do you remember?

They blew up lots of cool stuff.

Like what?

I don't know.

Can we start this thing?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Why?

Parker, get back here.

Somebody, can you get
my remote from Parker?

Parker!

That's enough!

I just got a call from NSA.

We've been invited to a
space-cum-command at NORAD tomorrow.

Could be where the picture
of Olga and Parker was taken.

So, none of this looks familiar, buddy?

I told you, I don't know.

Okay.

Frank.

Please take those off.

Was this picture taken
at a place called NORAD?

I don't know.

Look at the picture carefully and think.

Now, what were you doing here?

We were on a field trip.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Did something bad happen while we
were there at the space-cum facility?

I don't know.

Why don't we try shock treatment?

That might jog his memory.

We're five days into
this side of the timeline.

The sphere is damaged
beyond immediate repair

and we still don't know
what our mission is.

I'll call NORAD anyway,
put them on the alert.

You better let him get
a couple of hours sleep.

Shh, it's okay.

It's okay, it's me.

You were having a bad dream.

It was.

It was what?

It's okay.

I'm here now.

It's okay.

Hey, look what we've got here.

Oh, wow.

That's cool.

Hey, you want to play anaconda?

It's easy, it's just seven
cards dug with a twist.

Uh-uh.

I'm going to color.

I don't color anymore, I'm too old.

Well, I'm not.

I think it's fun.

Hey, I know.

Why don't you draw a picture of the
bad guys playing their really loud music?

It'll be fun, we can do it together.

Clever girl.

If he thinks he's a child,
why not treat him as one?

Yeah.

I'm going to take red, I like red.

Baby shower's over, ladies.

Time to fly.

What are the planes doing?

It's a war.

Lots of people die.

Where, Frank?

The desert, dummy.

Could be the Middle East.

I got a call from an intel buddy of mine.

Says that there's been a lot of weird
coded communications there lately.

Talk to him.

Are these the people
playing their really loud music?

I may be really off base here, but it kind
of looks like transmitter towers to me.

Possibly, but the question
is why and what for?

And where? If Mr. Ramsey's
right about the Middle East,

we could be talking about Icecat
in Norway or Sura in Siberia.

Or any one of a thousand places.

Only Frank knows where and what happened.

And that leads us back to
the men with their loud music.

Harp.

The Harp Complex.
Of course, it's near Ankara.

It sends comm signals around the globe.

We use it ourselves to
help guide the sphere.

What the hell's going on here, guys?

Frank, what happened at the Harp Complex?

It's going to be attacked.

By who?

Middle Eastern terrorists.

Terrorists?

Mr. Parker, what else?

Mr. Parker, are you all right?

What day is this?

Wednesday the 23rd.

We may have a problem.

Today's the day.

Harp Complex.

The SEAL teams are about
three minutes from Ankara.

Donovan, this has got
to be a covert operation.

It was a suicide mission.
They triggered the blast from the inside.

What do you know about the main detonator?

It was attached to a central
explosive at the towers.

Got it. So if we can disarm
it, we can retake on it.

SEAL teams at the base,
we've located the detonator

and are moving into
position to disarm it.

As soon as the SEALs disable Harp,

the President will order
the squadron to turn around.

It's not going to work.

But they're not going
to disobey the President.

They already did.

Now, one of the pilots, Bockstaller,

just before his plane went down,

he asked the Colonel to
tell his wife that he loved her

and that he was sorry
their baby had his big feet.

Lily was her name.

NORAD needs to find Lily Bockstaller now.

Sir, we are receiving confirmation
on the penetration order.

SEALs are in position to take the
operation center of the Harp complex.

Tell them they've got to
disrupt transmission right away.

We've got to move now. Time's running out.

The Americans are here.

Hurry up, or we'll be late.

20, leave them outside.

SEAL team out for the base.

We have taken control
of the operation center.

This is SEAL team Bravo.

As soon as we locate the source of the
bogus transmission to the B-52 squadron,

we will take it out.

Come on.

Sir, it was coming through,
but... Son, did you or did you not

receive a confirmation
for that penetration order?

Yes, sir, I did.

Come on.

We've retaken control of the Harp
complex and disrupted the transmissions.

All the terrorists are dead.

They're too late.

The squadron just passed
the point of no return.

Just like last time.

Alpha Omega One, we're not authorized
to receive tactical orders via...

This is the President of the
United States of America.

I order you to diverge
your course immediately.

Sir, I'm not authorized.

Colonel, this is the President.

Return to base at once.

You're telling me to do the opposite
of everything I've been trained for, sir?

Omega Two, this is Papa Romeo One.

Omega Two, no matter what you hear,

no matter what Colonel
Mattinger orders you to do,

do not disrupt radio transmission.

I repeat, do not disrupt
radio transmission.

Tommy, it's me, Lily.

Lily?

Lily, is that you?

It's me, Tommy.

But you have to listen,
there's been a horrible...

Boxsteller, switch off radio comms.

Wait, Lily!

Lily, are you there?

I'm right here, Tommy.

Boxsteller, I'm ordering you to switch off.

Sir, my wife is... William,
this is Agent Parker.

Talk to him about your baby.

Tommy, please, for our son, I
am begging you to turn around.

My boy's gonna be here any day now.

Boxsteller, they're trying to fool you.

Listen to me, Lily.

Tell him about the baby,
something only you two would know.

Tell him about his big feet.

He's got your big feet.

I can tell by the way he kicks.

I'm ordering you for the last time!

Sir, sir, there is no way the enemy
knows about my son's big feet.

And about how hard he kicks.

Switch off radio comms now!

Now!

It's out of our hands now.

God help us all.

Hold contact with the B-52 squadron.

Papa Romeo 1, this is Omega 1.

We're receiving visual
orders to divert course.

And we've had an erratum
on the penetration order, sir.

Please advise.

Omega 1, this is Papa Romeo 1.

Abort mission and
divert course immediately.

Do not attack Prince Sultan Army Base.

Repeat, do not attack
Prince Sultan Army Base.

Do not attack.

Gentlemen, I don't know if this is right.

But we're headed home.

All right.

Going home.

Okay.

Olga, did you hear?

NSA has rescheduled our
field trip to NORAD for tomorrow.

Mr. Parker, after all you've been through,
wouldn't you rather stay home and rest?

So how about it?

You want to be my field trip buddy?

Sally Jensen said yes.

Earlier today, authorities
in Yemen raided

the training camp of
the Federation of Mecca.

According to officials,
the Muslim terrorist group

was planning a large-scale
attack in Saudi Arabia.

Ah, yes, she brings liquid gold.

You know, I was half tempted to
see if Ramsey wanted to have a drink.

Come on, you're not still
upset I didn't remember you?

Why do you think he remembered Olga?

Donovan, I may have
been only ten, but, uh... Hey.

To Olga.

To Olga.

And good old Sally Jensen.