Fantastic Four
1
Ever since I was three,
I wanted to play quarterback
for the New York Giants...
like my personal hero,
Eli Manning.
and 20 million dollars a year.
Thank you.
Next up... Reed.
Mr. Richards?
Earth to Richards.
Beam me up, Scotty.
Okay, come on, guys.
Oh, I'm sorry.
When I grow up...
I want to be the first person
in human history
to teleport himself.
I'm sorry, what?
It's already possible
to transport
quantum information
from one location to another.
Right now,
there are supercomputers
that can transport
quantum information
through space.
So why not a machine that can
send people through space?
Well, even if you could build
the thing, which you can't...
I've already built it.
Well, I'm building it.
In my garage.
Is it next to your flying car?
I'm not working on that anymore.
Just this now.
I call it
a "Biomatter Shuttle."
"Biomatter..."?
Technically, I'm shuttling matter
from one place to another.
Well, first matter.
But once I test on biological
materials, I can...
All right, look...
Thank you, Mr. Richards.
This is all very interesting
but the assignment
was to pick a real career
in the real world.
Redo the report, and I'll
let you try again tomorrow.
Ben?
Anyway, I tell him...
"Bro, I ain't looking
at your girl.
"Girl's looking at me.
"What you want me
to do about it?"
Know what I'm saying?
Hey, where you going?
I got homework.
What?
Look at that fridge pile.
Idiot.
What'd you say?
Hey! Clobbering time.
What'd you think?
Think you can
talk to me like that, huh?
You think you can
talk to me like that, punk?
What the hell
is the matter with you?
Shh! Huh? Huh?
Ma!
I didn't do nothing!
Huh? Huh?
Ma, I swear to God!
You didn't do nothing?
Go check on that fuss.
You didn't do nothing?
I watched you!
What's the matter with you?
How many times do I have to tell you,
you don't hit a kid!
Hey!
Hello?
Who's in there?
Please don't kill me.
Take that off.
I know you. From school.
I'm just looking
for a power converter.
I'm building something.
Ben!
What's going on out there?
Hold on!
That teleporting thing?
I can show it to you.
I just need the converter.
All right.
Come on, throw him the ball!
Throw the ball, throw the ball!
Come on, he's open!
Throw the ball!
That's what
I'm talking about. Yeah!
Is that it?
Yeah.
Help.
Here you go.
Your family owns a junkyard?
Mmm-hmm.
That place is awesome.
Here.
You're stripping the head.
So, uh, who else lives here?
Just my mom and step-dad.
They don't care about all this?
They don't understand it.
You might want to
cover your ears.
Stand back a little.
What the hell?
Damn it.
It's all right.
All right, come on.
Don't blow up.
Don't blow up.
Come on, man! Guy's open!
Whoa!
Reed! What did you do?
Now!
Reed!
Did it work?
Hey, Reed!
Where'd the rocks come from?
From the same place
the car went to.
Where is that?
I don't know yet.
Reed?
What?
You're insane.
Thanks.
Mr. Richards.
Shall I alert
the fire department?
What is this?
Uh, this is a
Cymatic Matter Shuttle.
Me and my associate Ben
have been working on it
every day since 5th grade
when we launched the beta
version in my garage.
And today is our first
public demonstration.
What does it do?
It modulates
the frequency of matter
from one location
to another and back again.
It's a teleporter.
A teleporter.
Model car, please?
The model...
The model car, please, Ben.
I don't have the model car.
Why don't you have
the model car?
I brought everything else.
I specifically...
But... Mr. Richards?
Okay, I will use
this model plane.
Hey, I just need to
use this for one second.
But I'll give it back,
I promise. Thanks.
Here we go.
Ben? Please?
You may want to cover your ears.
Great. Now, Ben,
bring it on back.
Yeah.
Oh, keep 'em covered.
Oh, come on.
No. Come on, come on.
Don't do this.
Oh, okay.
Now if I can have
your attention, please.
What you're looking at is sand,
presumably from
the Gansu Desert in China.
Or perhaps even from the Sahara.
You're disqualified.
We're not entirely sure
where it's from...
Mr. Richards,
you're disqualified.
Wait, what?
This is a science fair,
not a magic competition.
I don't see
any real science here.
And you're paying
for the backboard.
Did you put it on 6 or 8?
Everything was the same.
I know,
but you're smashing the buttons.
It's delicate.
You can't smash it.
Hey, kid, I'm really
sorry about your plane.
You're a dick.
You cranked it up too high.
I didn't crank it up too high.
It was on the same
setting as last time.
I know, but it's very precise.
Excuse me, guys?
Just pack it up.
Yeah?
Did you really build this
in your garage?
Mmm-hmm.
Now, this is elegant.
What are these?
Uh, Sonic projectors,
using cymatics
to modulate the field.
That's why we can't
bring the matter back
from the other dimension.
Uh... What?
We've gone so far as to send
matter to another dimension
but we haven't been able
to maintain a field
long enough
to bring that matter back.
You just did.
Oh, you're serious.
I think you've cracked
inter-dimensional travel.
I mean, we're not sending
anything to another dimension.
We sent something, we think,
to another part of the planet
but I don't know about
another dimension.
We found the same thing you did.
We've had it
analyzed repeatedly,
but no one's ever
seen anything like it.
Oh, wow.
I'm sorry. We're from
the Baxter Foundation.
This is my daughter, Sue.
Hi.
Hi.
We'd like to
give you a full scholarship.
Uh, where did you say
you were from again?
Hey. You could fit the whole
neighborhood in there.
What's your name?
Uh, Reed.
Richards.
Yes, of course.
We've been expecting you.
They actually
wear lab coats here.
This is you, sir.
Here.
What?
What is this?
It's a going-away present.
I'm not going away.
I'm, like, a 40-minute
train ride from Oyster Bay.
Reed, look at this place.
You belong here.
I've been here two minutes
and I already know that.
I'm just going to school here.
It's where I'm gonna be working.
It looks like
you're home, buddy.
Hey.
This place is pretty incredible.
They have molecular chem
books from the 1950s.
Oh, hey. Sorry,
did you say something?
Yeah, I was just asking,
what are you listening to?
Portishead.
Never heard of him.
"Them."
I'll have to check them out.
I love this book.
It's about this guy,
Captain Nemo.
He invents a submarine
that goes deeper
than anything in history.
Yeah, I know. I've read it.
So, you like music?
Is that kind of like your thing?
Pattern recognition.
Pattern recognition?
Music is just a series
of altered patterns.
The musician creates the pattern
and makes us
anticipate a resolution...
...then holds back.
Makes you wait for it.
There's patterns in
everything and everyone.
Hmm.
What's mine?
You wanna be famous.
Your parents, teachers
all told you one thing,
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