Project Almanac Page #3

Back there to the right.

DAVID:
Uh-huh.

Yeah, that's good.

Then somebody crosses frame.

CHRIS:
Quinn, go here.

Actually, move the camera

to the left a little.

CHRIS:
Okay.

And you, back to the right.

That's perfect,

that's perfect.

Wait, wait.

Split that difference.

CHRIS:
Uh, there.

That's perfect. Don't move.

DAVID:
Right here.

So what am I doing?

We're just standing here?

QUINN:
You're doing

mad backflips.

(ADAM LAUGHING)

CHRIS:
Let me check.

Um, it looks like

your right hand

is reaching for something.

Like, maybe the wall?

DAVID:
Okay.

QUINN:
Wait, no, no, no.

Behind the wall.

Yeah.

DAVID:
There's a light switch.

QUINN:
What does

that one turn on?

DAVID:
Uh...

The basement? Let's check.

Down here.

Quinn, turn the lights on.

(LIGHTS CRACKLING)

This all your dad's stuff?

Yeah.

CHRIS:
Whoa.

(LOW HUMMING)

Let's do this.

CHRIS:
Are you sure

you should touch that?

Help me out.

CHRIS:
We weren't

allowed in here.

DAVID:
We're going in today.

Help me out.

QUINN:
Ooh, spooky.

CHRIS:
Quinn!

QUINN:
Jeez! Someone's afraid

of the dark. (LAUGHING)

CHRIS:
What are you,

10 years old?

(LOW HUMMING)

DAVID:
Did you hear that?

ADAM:
Yeah, what was that?

I don't hear it anymore.

Was that the light?

Quinn, keep clicking

the lights on and off.

I thought I heard a sound.

(LOW HUMMING)

There, there!

ADAM:
Yeah, I hear it, too.

It's like a fricking

clicking noise or something.

Yeah, check over there.

ADAM:
I don't know

where it's coming from.

DAVID:
Where's it coming from?

ADAM:
Uh...

Wait, I see something.

Leave the lights on!

Holy sh*t!

ADAM:
No way.

CHRIS:
Oh!

DAVID:
Goddang!

Wait! Turn the

lights back off!

ADAM:
Why?

DAVID:
Try this.

It's connected

to the light switch.

ADAM:
Oh, my God.

That's the same thing your

dad was holding on the tape.

The case...

DAVID:
Help me out.

Come on.

Right here, right here.

ADAM:
What the hell?

Turn them on!

QUINN:
What the hell is that?

ADAM:
Open it.

QUINN:
No, you open it.

ADAM:
You need to open it.

It's your dad's.

BOTH:
Whoa!

Oh, my God.

(HUMMING)

Chris, come get this.

Chris, Chris, come here.

CHRIS:
I'm getting it.

QUINN:
What?

(CHRIS CHUCKLING)

Whoa.

DAVID:
(VOICE DISTORTED)

You getting this, Chris?

CHRIS:
(VOICE DISTORTED)

What's D-A-R-P-A?

It's DARPA.

It's a classified division

of the military.

They work on

all kinds of crazy sh*t.

They invented the Internet,

tried teleportation.

I thought your dad

was in energy research.

Yes, my dad worked for

Eastern Power and Electric.

I mean...

ADAM:
Is this it?

Uh... Thermomagnetic

accelerator navigation drive?

I don't understand.

This is some sort

of a machine, guys.

CHRIS:
What, like

a computer or something?

No, not a machine.

These schematics use equations

like the theory of relativity.

Engine pressure ratio.

Course deviation indicator?

Longitudinal static stability?

Hydraulic interface module.

Oh, wait, here we go.

Project Almanac.

ID number 453-Delta-71?

"Temporal relocation

prototype?"

Temporal relocation?

That's... That's impossible.

CHRIS:
Any time you guys

want to speak English

so that I can follow.

ADAM:
Temporal relocation.

QUINN:
What does that mean?

It means time travel.

I mean, that's

what that means.

What?

Holy sh*t!

CHRIS:
So you're

telling me Dad left

a time machine

in the basement?

Well... I mean,

I guess technically,

he left blueprints, but, uh...

Still...

Slow down

for one second, okay.

Let's just all

take a beat here.

DARPA designed this.

So it could actually

be real, right?

ADAM:
It's possible.

QUINN:
We should

try to build it.

You guys, my dad messed

around with a bunch

of junk down here.

Why would he hide junk then?

It's in a fricking

case in the ground?

Even if it wasn't junk...

Dude, he must have

left this for you.

Okay, I know you'd

like to think that

my dad left me

a time machine, okay, but...

I think this glass thing is,

like, the heart

of the machine.

It runs everything.

QUINN:
David.

Just for a second

think about it.

You guys are...

You guys are crazy.

We can't build

a time machine in my basement.

I mean, did you see the tape

at your seventh birthday?

I mean, I think

we already did build it.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING

ON LAPTOP)

Sh*t.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Sweetie, I got to go.

I got to go. I'm sorry.

DAVID:
Who were

you talking to, Dad?

He's just a friend, David.

He's here to fix something.

I won't be gone long.

DAVID:
Promise?

Of course, I promise.

Here.

Time me.

Ooh.

(KIDS SHOUTING

AND LAUGHING ON LAPTOP)

CHRIS:
It is

February 18th, 2014.

My brother has

officially lost his mind.

He genuinely believes

he is building a time machine.

ADAM:
Extension cords,

fuses, relays, power cables.

It's cool you

hang out with us.

CHRIS:
You guys

are my ride home, Adam.

What happened to your pants?

CHRIS:
Sarah Nathan

is a backstabbing b*tch.

Okay, so I've got five

1,000-volt DC couplers,

four 70-ohm resistors,

but I just can't find

any, uh, capacitors.

Did you check

by the couplers?

What do I look like, an idiot?

CHRIS:
Well, you are

trying to build

a time machine, David.

We're just trying to turn on

this glass box, okay.

CHRIS:

Yeah, yeah, totally.

Hey, um, excuse me, sir,

but where is your

time machine section?

Sorry. Nobody likes her.

We can all agree

on something, right?

I mean, you

have to kill Hitler.

That's like Time Travel 101.

DAVID:
Naturally, but none

of us even speak German, so...

CHRIS:
That's why God

invented Google Translator,

David.

QUINN:
Exactly.

They didn't have

Wi-Fi in 1939.

QUINN:
These are all the

batteries we could afford.

DAVID:
Well, the guys who

built the Hubble Telescope

started out building it

in their garage

with parts from Home Depot.

CHRIS:
Oh, what

time was their curfew?

What are you doing here?

CHRIS:
Just getting

a record of you

burning down the house.

What are you doing?

I used to kind of watch

Dad do a lot of this stuff.

This is called stripping wire.

Hey, Quinn, isn't

your mom a stripper?

(ADAM LAUGHING)

QUINN:
Shut up, dude.

Hey, put the camera down?

I want to teach you.

All right, I think

we're all set.

DAVID:
Christina, you

may wanna stand back.

We're pumping about

400 volts into this puppy.

CHRIS:
So, uh, what,

you plug those things together

and we're gonna go

back to the Stone Age?

DAVID:
No. If we can't turn

the glass circuit on,

there's no point in building

the rest of the machine.

I... I only have one.

Sorry, guys.

Let's hit it.

(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)

QUINN:
What's happening?

DAVID:
It's supposed to...

I'm not seeing anything.

Holy sh*t.

Oh, crap.

BOTH:
Are you okay?

What does that even...

Give me the camera.

Give me the camera.

Look at yourself. Your hair.

What is it? What?

DAVID:
Your hair.

On your head.

ADAM:
Touch your head!

QUINN:
Oh, my God.

Wow.

(RATTLING)

DAVID:
Guys, guys, guys!

QUINN:
What the sh*t?

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