Out of Time

written by

Darren White

20/06/2020 draft .co NOT FOR PROFI

Support the Michael J Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research

This is work of fan fiction using characters and situations from the "Back to the Future" franchise universe, created by Robert Zemeckis & Bob Gale, and owned by Universal Pictures & Amblin Entertainment.

I do not claim ownership to any characters from the "Back to the Future" franchise.

This screenplay is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be part of the franchise canon. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line.

Darren White is not profiting financially from the creation or distribution of this screenplay.

I am very grateful to Robert Zemeckis & Bob Gale, and Universal Pictures & Amblin Entertainment for the "Back to the Future" franchise, without which this screenplay could not exist.

OUT OF TIME

EXT. MCDERMOTT FAMILY HOUSE (OCT 21 1985) - DAY

ARTY McDERMOTT, 17, a good-looking kid, comes out of the house and opens the garage door, revealing A TRICKED OUT BLACK 4x4.

Arty can't believe it. The personalized licence plate says "ARTY 1."

Arty approaches his new car.

FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
How about a ride, mister?

Arty turns - it's SUZY PARKER, 17, an attractive, long blonde-haired girl.

Arty looks at her, as if trying to make sure she's real. Suzy is hard-pressed to understand why Arty is making such a big deal about this.

SUZY PARKER Arty, are you okay? You're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I haven't.

He pulls her towards him... they're about to kiss... closer.

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Bedside digital alarm CLOCK displays 8:25 AM. PAN over to...

Flowery middle-aged wallpaper on a bedroom wall.

A FRAMED NEWSPAPER cutting with the headline:

LOCAL MUSIC EXECUTIVE HONOURED

Under the headline is a happy late-twenties ARTY MCDERMOTT holding a gold disk, flanked by two middle-aged suits.

Continue PAN to...

Novelty clock of HAROLD LLOYD HANGING from a clock face, from the movie "Safety Last!" The clock face reads 8:25.

Another FRAMED NEWSPAPER cutting reads:

MISSING LOCAL INVENTOR PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN DECLARED DEAD

Under are two pictures; a smiling white-haired octogenarian and a head-shot of ARTY MCDERMOTT in his THIRTIES.

PAN to more flowery wallpaper... Then...

ARTY McDERMOTT, 47, his boyish good looks aged into handsome middle-age, sits in a flowery CHAIR. He sits still, in shorts and a T-Shirt, staring at something to his left.

Further PAN to...

Bedside MEDICAL EQUIPMENT on stands and a nightstand. A large colorful 'early warning' monitor displays heart rate, blood pressure etc.

A bag of clear fluid hangs from a stand, slowly dripping liquid into a plastic tube.

PAN further to reveal...

In a HOSPITAL BED, next to a regular single bed, is SUZY MCDERMOTT, 47, her flowing hair long gone, her BOLD HEAD covered in a surgical cap, her face emaciated but still angelic, especially for a woman in her condition.

PULL OUT to reveal Arty staring at his ill, sleeping wife.

ARTY MCDERMOTT One day he'll return and I'll put all this right. I promise.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

The McDermott kitchen is modern and large.

Arty takes TWO BOWLS from a cupboard, turns and WALKS TOWARDS the kitchen ISLAND breakfast bar.

He walks faster and FASTER, until he walks straight PASSED the island, UNABLE TO STOP HIMSELF.

He continues to walk faster until he walks INTO the giant refrigerator door, banging his head and dropping the bowls.

The bowls SMASH on the ground with an enormous CRASH.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Son of a...

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Suzy is awake and sat up in bed. Arty sits facing her, FEEDING HER PORRIDGE from a bowl with a small spoon.

Arty offers a fresh spoonful of strawberry porridge.

Suzy SHAKES her head.

SUZY MCDERMOTT No more.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Try. You have to eat.

Arty's HAND begins to TREMBLE. The tremble becomes a SHAKE.
The shake a SPASM.

He SPILLS the porridge down the FRONT of Suzy.

His eyes close tight and his HEAD DROPS.

She puts a HAND on his ARM and speaks SOFTLY.

SUZY MCDERMOTT Take your meds, darling.

Arty NODS and places the bowl on a table trolley by the bed.

SUZY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Our past is written...
(a beat)
... but your future isn't.

Arty nods weakly again, not entirely convinced.

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Armed with a long-handled BROOM and DUSTPAN, Arty attempts to BRUSH the smashed bowl pieces into the dustpan, but he lacks the dexterity and control to do it.

The broken bowls REFUSE to be pushed into the dustpan, and instead just stop stubbornly at the dustpan lip.

Arty begins to lose his patience, sweeping the pieces HARDER and FASTER, but with no better results.

The pieces CRASH loudly together.

DOCTOR HOPKINS Mister McDermott?

Arty looks up, suddenly SURPRISED by the Doctor's presence in his kitchen.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yeah, what's up, Doc?

Arty WINCES, embarrassed by his choice of words.

DOCTOR HOPKINS, early 30s, is fit and healthy, exactly what Arty was before his diagnosis. If he wasn't a doctor then he could have been a Hollywood actor.

The Doctor NOTICES the BROKEN BOWLS on the floor.

DOCTOR HOPKINS Mister McDermott, I've examined your wife, and, well, the prognosis is not good.

Arty LEANS against the kitchen island.

DOCTOR HOPKINS (CONT'D)
Would you like to sit down?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm fine. Just give it to me straight, Doc.

DOCTOR HOPKINS Well, we both know she wouldn't get any better. What's surprising is how quickly she's got worse.

ARTY MCDERMOTT How much worse, Doc?

DOCTOR HOPKINS Maybe you really should sit down?

The Doctor LEANS across and GRABS a STOOL from the breakfast bar island. He SLIDES it NOISILY up against Arty's legs.

Arty RELUCTANTLY, awkwardly, CLIMBS onto the stool.

DOCTOR HOPKINS She's critical, near the end.

Arty INHALES sharply.

DOCTOR HOPKINS (CONT'D)
She needs you now more-

ARTY MCDERMOTT How long has she got?

DOCTOR HOPKINS Well, we can never be precise.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Doc, how long does my wife have to live?

DOCTOR HOPKINS Days. Weeks, maybe.

Arty looks SHAKEN.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Thanks for being honest with me.

The Doctor places a reassuring HAND on Arty's SHOULDER, SQUEEZING as the words sink in.

DOCTOR HOPKINS Now, I have to ask... How are you?

Arty looks SURPRISED.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Me? I'm fine. It's not about me.

The Doctor gives Arty a PATRONISING look.

DOCTOR HOPKINS Suzy told me about your shake this morning. I saw the food you spilling, and those smashed bowls.

Arty looks AMBUSHED.

DOCTOR HOPKINS (CONT'D) She tells me you've not always been taking your meds?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm not sure it's still having A positive effect. I think it's causing increased dyskinesias.

DOCTOR HOPKINS Why don't you drop by my office and we'll get you checked out? There may be some supplemental drugs we can try.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Whatever you say, Doc.

DOCTOR HOPKINS What about the hallucinations and delusions?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Not happened in ages Doc. I still get the lucid dreams but-

DOCTOR HOPKINS How's your physiotherapy going?

But Arty has stopped listening.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Doc, I'd like to be alone with my wife if that's ok?

DOCTOR HOPKINS Of course, of course.

The young Doctor moves towards the hallway.

DOCTOR HOPKINS (CONT'D) I'll show myself out. Call my office to make that appointment.

Arty rises purposefully from the stool and walks in the opposite direction.

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Suzy is ASLEEP in her hospital bed.

Arty sits on the edge of his bed, staring lovingly at her.

He looks at the BOTTLE OF TABLETS in his hand. The label reads:

SINEMET L-DOPA

He unscrews the lid, shakes out tablets into his hand, pops them into his mouth then washes them down.

He goes back to staring silently at his ill wife, just watching her breath.

INT. DEN - DAY

Arty sits in a large leather chair, before an ornate, expensive, sturdy wooden desk.

On the desk sits a brand new 2015 Apple MacBook Pro laptop.

On screen, a video chat window shows the head and shoulders of MARC MCDERMOTT, 55, a healthy, white-haired man, in trendy sportswear, a beige cap, with a sparkle in his eyes.

MARC MCDERMOTT When did you last leave the house?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I have to be here for Suzy.

MARC MCDERMOTT Hire a nurse. You need to get out, move around.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I don't know...

MARC MCDERMOTT You have to think of your own health too.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I want to be here, when she... I don't want her to be alone.

The image breaks up, into artefacts, the sound STUTTERING, showing the limitations of 2015 15Mbps broadband.

MARC MCDERMOTT You're breaking up.. Sorry.. What did you say?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Nothing.

MARC MCDERMOTT Do you know what your problems is, Arty?

ARTY MCDERMOTT No, but I'm sure my corporate whore brother is about to tell me?

MARC MCDERMOTT Your problem is that you're Not living.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Ah, not this again, Marc.

MARC MCDERMOTT Your life is on hold. You're waiting for...
for...

ARTY MCDERMOTT For what exactly?

MARC MCDERMOTT For someone else to take control.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Bye Marc. Good talk.

9.

Arty WAVES GOODBYE to his brother on the screen.

MARC MCDERMOTT This isn't you, Arty.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Speak again soon.

Arty SLAMS the laptop lid shut, cutting off the video call.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

The digital ALARM CLOCK on Arty's nightstand reads 12:30 AM.

Arty is ASLEEP on his single BED, fully clothed.

Now Arty's cell phone lights up and begins to VIBRATE, moving to the edge of the table, the display says:

562-996-4484

Arty stirs and answers it, still half asleep.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (into phone)
Hello?
(a beat)
Sorry, sorry, you're breaking up, who is this?
(a beat)
Oh, hi Prof.
(a beat)
PROF!?

Arty LEAPS UP, almost falling from the bed.

He looks over and checks that Suzy is still asleep.

He CREEPS from the dark bedroom.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Prof, Prof, is that really you?

INT. LANDING - NIGHT

Arty pulls his bedroom door slowly, quietly closed.

The iPhone 6S display lights his face in the dark.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
(into phone)
Where have you been since nineteen-ninety-seven?
(a beat)
Slow down. Yeah, I can come get you. Where are you?
(a beat)
What are you doing there?
(a beat)
Ok. I'll be there in thirty minutes.

He hangs up and PUNCHES THE AIR in jubilation.

EXT. LONE FERN MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

A lit entrance sign depicting a SINGLE FERN TREE reads:

LONE FERN MALL

beside a DIGITAL CLOCK reading 12:59. The sign and the mall have both seen better days.

A TAXI pulls up and Arty climbs out, pausing to pay the driver through the cab window.

Arty looks out over the empty parking lot, lit by bright, clean, white LED lights.

Standing in the centre of the empty lot is PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN, 83, a white-haired old hippie, with shoulder length white hair, a Hawaiian shirt, and lively, wild eyes.

He throws his ARMS OPEN WIDE in greeting when he sees Arty.

He stands next to a SLEEK, WEDGE-SHAPED, SILVER HOFSTETTER TURBO SPORTS CAR.

It's been modified with industrial units on its rear engine compartment, giving it a dangerous feel. There are coils along the front and rear panels. Its vanity licence plate reads "NO TIME."

EXT. LONE FERN MALL PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Arty walks up to the Professor, smiling.

They fling their arms open and EMBRACE like lost brothers.
Brothers with a thirty plus year age gap.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You look good Prof. You've not Aged a day since nineteen-ninety-seven.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You look older Arty.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Where... When... have you been?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I came straight here, after a very short stop off.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I thought you'd be solving climate change. What's so special about OCTOBER FOURTEEN TWENTY-FIFTEEN?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN All in good time Arty.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Well, welcome to good old twenty-fifteen.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It looks the same. I thought we'd have flying cars by now?

ARTY MCDERMOTT And have death rain down from the skies? No thank you.

Arty turns away and puts his hands on the Hofstetter.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Speaking of cars, is this the same car, or should I say time machine?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN She's the same car alright.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Strange, I remember her being A different car. Is she still Fuelled by plutonium?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I'm afraid so.

Arty smiles.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Well, it's no easier to get hold of in twenty-fifteen.

The Professor is suddenly SERIOUS.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, the slurring, the jerky movements... Are you intoxicated?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just get in the car, Prof.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Arty and the Prof sit at the BREAKFAST BAR, in a pool of light. Arty SEARCHES for something on an Apple iPad Pro.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You just disappeared, Prof. No note, nothing. We had no idea where you were.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I see, what was just a quick trip to me was-

ARTY MCDERMOTT Eighteen long years. We didn't Even know if you were alive, or...

Arty finds the IMAGE he's looking for and LIES the iPad down on the counter top for the Professor to SEE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
...dead.

On screen is the same newspaper cutting as Arty's bedroom.
The NEWSPAPER HEADLINE cutting reads:

MISSING LOCAL INVENTOR PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN DECLARED DEAD

Under it is two pictures; a smiling Professor and a picture of Arty from a decade earlier.

The Professor GASPS at the image.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) I had to sue your estate, as a creditor, for the maintenance of your shack, to get you declared presumed dead. Just to see if your will left any clues.

The Professor stands, astounded by the news.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! I had no idea I'd cause you such trouble.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's ok, Prof. I can afford it.

Arty waves vaguely around the kitchen, indicating his beautiful house, his more than comfortable lifestyle.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) But all your will did was leave your shack to me with strict instructions to maintain and protect it.

The Professor GASPS again, his hand on his head. He PACES quickly as he talks.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! So, I shackled you to my shack with the will power of my last will and testament?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, calm down. It's ok, you're here now. We can put all this right. We can FIX this timeline.

The Professor looks around at Arty's expensive house, not understanding, with an expression that says 'fix what'?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) What's the plan? Do we go back to ninety-seven and correct all this?

The Professor looks around again, still not understanding.

He shakes his head, takes Arty by the arms and stares almost manically into his face.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Even better, Arty. We're going on a ROAD TRIP!

Arty is taken aback.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Road trip? I don't... I can't go on a road trip... I have to stay here.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Come on Arty, it'll be fun.

Its Arty's turn to rise from the STOOL and PACE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I physically can't.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What happened to the Arty who said if you put your mind to it you can accomplish anything?

ARTY MCDERMOTT You don't understand. I'm not the guy I used to be. I... I just can't.

The Prof walks over to Arty and puts a REASSURING hand on his shoulder.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I didn't want to tell you this.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Tell me what, Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I don't just WANT us to go on road trip, we HAVE TO go on a road trip.
(a beat)
It's a matter of life and death.

Arty smiles in a pained, knowing way.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No Prof. I'll show you a matter of life and death.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Arty opens the bedroom door QUIETLY. He waves the Prof over.

The two of them PEER into the dark room.

Suzy lies ASLEEP in her hospital bed, hooked up to the bright, colorful, medical equipment. It BLEEPS quietly.

Arty and the Prof CREEP over to her bedside.

Suzy's breathing is SHALLOW, her face drawn and PALE.

They talk in hushed WHISPERS.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What's wrong with her?

ARTY MCDERMOTT The big C.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Cancer? I'm so sorry, Arty. What kind of cancer?

ARTY MCDERMOTT You know the kind they treat, and you get better?

The Professor nods enthusiastically.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Well, she ain't got that kind.

The Professor visibly slumps.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN How long does she have?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Not nearly long enough.

The Prof SIGHS. He puts a HAND on Arty's SHOULDER.

Arty grabs his HAND and SQUEEZES.

INT. GUEST ROOM - NIGHT

The guest room is large and comfortable. Arty lays TOWELS on the end of the double bed.

Prof LIFTS his American Tourister luggage onto the BED and OPENS it.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Thanks for putting me up.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You're welcome to stay as long as you like. Check out the twenty-first century.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I'll take you up on that offer. It's what I came for.

Arty TURNS to LEAVE, but he obviously has something to say.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, you know that I would Come with you. If I could.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Of course. If you could.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It would have been an adventure.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Just like the old days.

ARTY MCDERMOTT The old, old days.

They both smile weakly.

A thought raises Arty's enthusiasm.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) And maybe Suzy will get better, and I'll be able to hire a nurse?

The Professor LIES along with him.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Of course, a nurse, then we can go have an adventure.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Like the old days.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN The old, old days.

Arty TURNS again and starts to WALK from the room.

The Professor SEIZES THE MOMENT.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, what is wrong with you? You have a condition. Something you won't admit to me.

Arty turns SLOWLY to FACE the Professor, finally willing to open up to him. He SIGHS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I had this twitch... For years... In my little finger... I thought it was nothing.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Go on.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I got it checked out. And... And it was diagnosed as...

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Diagnosed as what, Arty?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Diagnosed as-

Suddenly an ALARM BLARES, breaking the moment.

The RUSH from the room-

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

-into Arty and Suzy's bedroom.

The ALARM is deafening.

Suzy's monitor FLASHES RED in distress.

On the monitor screen, lines run FLAT and numbers blink ZERO.

Arty RUNS to her side.

He grabs her, SHOUTING at her to WAKE up.

The ALARM is deafening.

Arty FUMBLES his iPhone from his pocket.

He DIALS 9-1-1.

He PASSES the cell phone back to the Prof.

He falls on Suzy and HOLDS her close.

The ALARM is deafening.

INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

SILENCE.

On the FAR side of a BUSY waiting room, a white-coated DOCTOR puts a HAND on Arty's SHOULDER.

He says something UNHEARD to Arty.

Arty looks around, SHAKES his head.

He COLLAPSES into a chair, his head DOWN.

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

Arty SITS ALONE on his single bed looking at Suzy's EMPTY hospital BED.

The MEDICAL EQUIPMENT by her bed is dark and POWERED OFF.

Arty leans over and runs his HAND OVER the EMPTY BED, stroking the SPACE where she USED to be.

EXT. CEMETERY - DAY

A graveside FUNERAL service is in progress.

Mourners dressed in black stand by a SILVER CASKET covered in beautiful FLOWERS.

At the head of the grave a PRIEST reads from a book, his words UNHEARD.

Arty stands in the middle of the group of MOURNERS, comforting hands on his shoulders.

Arty STARES into the middle distance, hardly aware of his surroundings.

He watches Suzy's casket being LOWERED into her grave.

ONE by ONE...

The mourners DISAPPEAR...

Leaving JUST ARTY stood there...

ALONE.

EILEEN MCDERMOTT It gets easier.

EILEEN MCDERMOTT, 60, stands beside Arty. She's svelte, attractive and classy, with long auburn hair.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It does?

EILEEN MCDERMOTT With time. It takes a lot of it but it does get better.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Thanks Mom.

EILEEN MCDERMOTT One day, that overwhelming pain you feel every time you think of her, turns into overwhelming gratitude that you ever had her in your life.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You promise?

EILEEN MCDERMOTT I promise.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Is that how you feel about Dad?

Arty looks around, but the graveside is EMPTY, his Mom GONE.

His brother Marc appears beside him. He puts a brotherly arm around Arty.

MARC MCDERMOTT Stupid question, but how are you holding up?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Why do I feel like I'm abandoning her down there?

MARC MCDERMOTT Maybe 'cos you've been by her side since high school.

There's a pause as they both process EMOTIONS and MEMORIES.

MARC MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Mom would have been devastated if she'd been here to see this. She loved Suzy.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yes, she did. Yes, she did.

INT. ARTY'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

The room is FULL of dark clothed MOURNERS. A discrete buzz fills the room, as people eat and drink RESPECTFULLY.

Arty STANDS APART from the crowd, leaning against furniture, sipping a soft drink.

He looks DISTRACTED, like he's ENDURING the wake, rather than taking any CONSOLATION from it.

FEMALE MOURNER #1 Sir, sir.

Arty focuses on a WELL-DRESSED WOMAN in a sleek, expensive, black dress, complete with chic fascinator veil.

She waves her SMARTPHONE extravagantly, her words SLURRED.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yes, ma'am.

She holds up her cell, screen towards Arty, REVEALING a SOCIAL NETWORK.

FEMALE MOURNER #1 What's the hashtag for this funeral?

A friend SWOOPS in and GRABS her, taking her AWAY with one motion, muttering an APOLOGY to Arty.

FEMALE MOURNER #2 She's just tired and emotional.
Sorry for your loss.

Arty SMILES his first smile for DAYS.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Psssst!

Arty looks around for the SOURCE of the NOISE.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
Arty, over here.

Arty spots the Prof's head POKING OUT from behind full-length DRAPES, his Hawaiian shirt visibly.

Arty looks around then carefully STEPS OVER. He talks WITHOUT looking at the Professor.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You're supposed to be hiding.
Someone might recognise you.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I wanted to check on you.

ARTY MCDERMOTT And I appreciate it, but you have to go.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN How are you?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Will people stop asking me that? What do they want me to say? I'm fine, the death of the love of my life meant nothing to me.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I'm sorry Arty. I wasn't thinking.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No, I'm sorry.

MARC MCDERMOTT Professor!

A SHOCKED Arty and Professor stare at each other in HORROR, their eyes wide.

They TURN TO FACE Arty's oncoming brother Marc.

Thankfully, Marc has DROWN HIS SORROWS a little too much, and is a little worse for wear.

Marc approaches glass first, happy to see the Prof.

MARC MCDERMOTT Hey Prof, great to see you. I haven't seen you in years.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Thank you, err...

The Professor shoots Arty a DESPERATE glance.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Marc.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN ...Marc! Great to see you too.

Marc's expression changes to CONFUSION.

MARC MCDERMOTT You were old in the eighties. How are you still alive?

Arty and Professor look at each other, FUMBLING to answer.

MARC MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Well you look good for your age. What is that again?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN One hundred and six.

The Prof GASPS at his own mistake.

Arty GLARES at him.

MARC MCDERMOTT Didn't you disappear? In fact,
didn't you DIE?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Oh, that Professor? No this isn't THAT professor, no. This is-

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN His SON!

MARC MCDERMOTT His son?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (cracks voice)
His son?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Yes, his son, Professor... WERNER... Von... Braun.

The Professors words SLOW DOWN as he says them. As if even he can't COMMIT to them.

MARC MCDERMOTT Prof named you after the NAZI Vee-Two rocket scientist?

The Professor seems totally out of his DEPTH.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Yes, he was a big fan of...err...

ARTY MCDERMOTT ROCKETS! He was a big fan of rockets.

Arty GLARES at the Prof to follow his lead.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Yes! ROCKETS!

The Professor looks PLEASED at their DECEPTION.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
Big fan of Saturn Vee and all that.
(a beat)
Not NAZI'S.

Arty ROLLS HIS EYES.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Marc, I'm going to lie down. This is all too much for me.

Marc leans forward, suddenly lucid, supporting his brother.

MARC MCDERMOTT Sure, would you like me to help you upstairs?

ARTY MCDERMOTT No, no. WERNER here can help me.

Arty looks towards the Prof, but he doesn't realise he's referring to him.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Can't you, Professor WERNER!

The Prof suddenly JUMPS, REALISING his expected role. He steps AWKWARDLY out from behind the DRAPE, fully revealing his INAPPROPRIATE attire.

Arty LEANS on him and begins to WALK away, through the concerned onlookers.

MARC MCDERMOTT Are you sure you're ok?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just tired. Thanks.

Arty and the Professor are almost out of the room, when Marc shouts after them.

MARC MCDERMOTT I see you share you Father's love of Hawaiian shirts!

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

The Professor leads Arty into the bedroom.

Only Arty's SINGLE BED REMAINS. Suzy's hospital bed and monitoring equipment have now GONE.

The Professor help Arty onto his bed.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN So, what stage of Parkinson's disease are you?

ARTY MCDERMOTT You know?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I'm not stupid.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm in the late, mild stage.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN How bad is it?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Some days I'm so stiff I can't operate the T.V. remote. It's awful, I have to watch Fox news all day. I can't even change channel.

The Professor gives a DISAPPROVING look.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) I have times when I'm off-balance. I have times when I slur my words. When I walk into walls. When I can't remember somebody's name.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You weren't drunk at the mall?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I stopped drinking years ago...
to combat depression.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I understand now why you can't come on a road trip with me.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Oh, I'm coming with you.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You are? That's marvellous, Arty!

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just promise me one thing. That it will change my life.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN That I can promise.

The Prof pulls out a FOLDED PIECE of PAPER from a pocket.

He UNFOLDS IT and PASSES it to Arty.

It's a PRINT of a WEBPAGE, the date has been RINGED:

OCTOBER 22 2015

There is a recent PICTURE of Arty, and the HEADLINE reads:

MUSIC EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD IN HIS HOME

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, this is FOUR days from now!

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN This is why I have to get you away from the house.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, when you said it was a matter of life and death, I didn't think you meant mine!

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Then there's no time to waste. Let's hit the open road.

EXT. DRIVEWAY, ARTY'S HOME - DAY

Arty's upscale house is glass, steel and very aspirational.

The driveway is bathed in Californian sunshine.

The silver HOFSTETTER Turbo gleams on the drive, gull wing doors open, Professor stood IMPATIENTLY beside it.

Arty emerges from the front door, in torn Denim, T-shirt, white sneakers and Tom Ford Snowdon sunglasses.

He PULLS a huge collection of wheeled SUITCASES behind him.

The Prof RUSHES over to him.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, Arty, Arty.

The Prof puts an ARM AROUND Arty.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What's wrong Prof?

The Prof draws an expansive ARC in the AIR.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, where we're going, we don't need...
(a beat)
...LUGGAGE!

The Professor holds up a small OVERNIGHT BAG.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN One overnight bag should suffice.

Arty shrugs and heads BACK indoors, PULLING his LUGGAGE mountain behind him.

EXT. CALIFORNIAN HIGHWAY - DAY

Drone shot lovingly following the modified silver Hofstetter Turbo car, as upbeat 2015 music plays.

It effortlessly CRUISES between the 2015 vehicles on the five-lane highway.

It still looks like a WINGLESS SPACESHIP from a future that never was.

In the distance, California is lush green hills and clean buildings as far as the eye can see.

Wind turbines generate clean, renewable energy.

The highway is open and expansive after the claustrophobic interiors. It looks like endless possibilities.

It looks like FREEDOM.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - DAY - TRAVELLING

Arty and the Prof (driving) sit side by side in the CRAMPED car interior, encased by the TIME TRAVEL CONTROLS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So where are we going?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I need you to meet an old friend.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Who is he? Is he the guy who cures Parkinson's?
(excited)
Is he the guy who cures cancer?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You shouldn't know too much about your future Arty. Except we have to get there by OCTOBER TWENTY-FIRST.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Why? What happens October twenty-first?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN He dies.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Like me?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Not if we can help it.
(a beat)
So, tell me about the last eighteen years.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Suzy and I got married. I worked my way up the music biz, she was a successful designer.
(thinks)
In oh-seven the sub-prime bubble burst, causing a double-dip recession, even the corps too big to fail fell off a fiscal cliff.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Sounds heavy.

ARTY MCDERMOTT We swerved the worst of it.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Any more dreams of travelling into the future, or the wild west, or back to nineteen fifty-five again?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Hey, that dream was so vivid, so realistic.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Except you can't jump into the future and meet your older self.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yeah, I know that now.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Have you dreamt about your Dad punching Ned, high on Ned's spiked punch, again?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Hey, Dad standing up to Ned changed everything. Ned never threatened him again.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Only because your Dad became a lightweight boxing champion.

EXT. CALIFORNIAN HIGHWAY - DAY

The Hofstetter Turbo SIGNALS to leave at the next EXIT.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S.)
Where are you going, we only Have THREE days?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (O.S.)
Exactly, we have three days, and I want to see the twenty-first century.

The car VEERS over, just making the EXIT RAMP.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S.)
So where are we going?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (O.S.)
Shopping!

MONTAGE OF THE PROF AND ARTY SHOPPING AT A MALL

The PROF STANDS before a DISPLAY of sleek 4K U.H.D. O.L.E.D. flat screen T.V.s, ranging from 55-inches to 100-inches, ALL DISPLAYING the Prof in H.D.R. color. Arty ROLLS HIS EYES.

The PROF stops to GAWP at a display of sleek silver LAPTOPS. He picks up a shrink-wrapped, retail BOX of WINDOWS 10 and READS the rear specifications diligently. Arty TAKES the BOX from his HAND, puts it DOWN and PULLS him AWAY.

PROF STARES BEWILDERED at someone wearing a SAMSUNG GEAR VR. The wearer moves their head, lost in their virtual reality experience. Arty WAVES his HAND before the Prof's EYES, trying to break his STARE.

PROF holds up a boxed MICROSOFT BAND WATCH, reading the blurb in AMAZEMENT. Arty TAPS the Prof to get his ATTENTION, then SHOWS him his original APPLE WATCH on his own WRIST. The prof almost falls over in ASTONISHMENT.

INT. SHOPPING MALL - DAY

Arty STANDS in a mall sitting area, LOOKING AROUND for the Prof, checking his watch.

An EXCITED Prof APPEARS clutching a 'Best Buy' bag.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty! I've purchased a wonder of technology, vital for our journey.

ARTY MCDERMOTT That's great Prof. What is it?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Picture this. In the year two thousand, the U.S. military declassified secret Cold War technology, allowing anyone to triangulate their exact position, anywhere on Earth, from four state-of-the-art satellites, using just a small electronic device.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You bought a SatNav?

The Prof pulls a boxed, automotive GARMIN G.P.S. device from the bag, DEFLATED by Arty's lack of surprise.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Great Prof.

Arty PULLS out his iPhone and SHOWS it to the Prof.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Or we could use the app on my smartphone.

The prof TURNS and STRIDES AWAY.

Arty shakes his head and RUNS to catch him up.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Hey, Prof, wait up.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN As educational as this diversion has been, I think it's time to get back onto the road.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Finally!

The Prof suddenly STOPS by a D.V.D. store, looking curiously at a cardboard ADVERT for the movie 'Furious 7'.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Who are these seven and why are they furious?

Arty GRABS the Profs and LEADS him AWAY.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Something to do with cars not Going fast enough. I can't imagine why.

They TALK and WALK.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN We can drive for a few more hours and then we need to get you to a hotel for rest.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Right. Thank you. I need more rest these days.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN To make sure we get a reservation, perhaps we should FAX ahead?

ARTY MCDERMOTT FAX? It's twenty-fifteen not nineteen eighty-five. No one faxes anymore.
(a beat)
I'll look for a hotel while you drive. I can reserve rooms from my phone. Or else, I'm sure we can find a motel with vacancies. What do you say, Prof?

Arty LOOKS around for the Prof but he's NO WHERE to be SEEN.

Arty SPOTS him watching a SCREEN outside a mall CINEMA.

Arty SIGHS then WALKS over to him.

The Prof is WATCHING a SUBTITLED ADVERT with a SCENE from the MOVIE "THE MARTIAN". The Prof is AWESTRUCK.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, I had no idea that mankind has actually begun to colonize Mars. I've missed so much.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's a... a...

Arty doesn't want to BURST his BUBBLE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT D)
It's a recent thing.

The SCREEN shows the SCENE where the ASTRONAUT BURNS HYDROGEN to make WATER.

The Prof FROWNS, then SHOUTS at the SCREEN.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You can't release hydrazine wearing just a mask. And the process of decomposing it into nitrogen and hydrogen is highly exothermic. You'll be cooked in no time.
(thinks)
He could use Martian rocks as heat sinks. I must call N.A.S.A.!

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's a movie, Prof. Ok? Just a movie. Suspend your disbelief and enjoy the ride.

Arty TURNS and walks AWAY. The Prof FOLLOWS.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - DAY - TRAVELLING

Arty and the Prof are back in the cramped time machine. The SatNav ON THE WINDOW, trailing a LEAD to the POWER SOCKET. The Prof DRIVES while Arty thumb TYPES on his iPhone.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I've booked a double room. It's all they had.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Fine by me. You know Arty, it's very impressive how you've come to accept your condition.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Acceptance doesn't mean resignation. It means understanding something is what it is and finding a way through it.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What have you had to find a way through?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Well, someday I won't be able to move my facial muscles.

The Prof smiles at Arty.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Well, look on the bright side. You'll have one hell of a poker face.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just drive the car Prof. I can't get this over fast enough.

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Arty and the Prof enter a comfortable, expensive hotel room, dropping an overnight BAG and the Prof's CASE onto their respective single BEDS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm so tired, I can't even deal.

Arty UNPACKS his MEDS from his bag onto his NIGHTSTAND.

He places a small FRAMED PICTURE of SUZY, before she became ill, next to them.

The Prof picks up a TABLET BOTTLE. The label reads:

SINEMET L-DOPA

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) It controls some of the milder symptoms. Rigidity, tremors, tapping feet. But it only lasts a while and it has side-effects. Like my jerkiness.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I also had brain surgery on my thalamus. It stopped tremors on the left side of my body.

Arty GENTLY TAKES the MEDS from the Prof's HAND. He SHUFFLES into the hotel room BATHROOM.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S.)
I need water to take these.

As Arty runs water in the bathroom, The Prof turns to a giant wall-mounted flat screen T.V. Beside it is a black Amazon Echo SMART SPEAKER.

The Prof picks the Echo up and EXAMINES it, turning it around in his hands.

Arty STEPS BACK into the room, SMILING when he sees the Prof with the ECHO.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Oh, you're going to love this. Alexa, what's tomorrow's weather going to be?

ALEXA Here's tomorrow's weather in California...

The Prof almost DROPS the device in SURPRISE when it starts to TALK. He JUGGLES it until he gets it back under control.

ALEXA (CONT'D)
...expect partial cloud with a high of seventy-four degrees and a low of sixty degrees.

The Prof is open-mouthed DUMFOUNDED.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! It not only understood you but it also answered you.

Arty FALLS on to his bed in EXHAUSTION.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Go ahead. Ask it anything.

The Prof thinks, eyes wide, then has a REVELATION.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Alexa, what is the latest research into fusion technology?

ALEXA Here's something I found on the web, according to Wikipedia, researches at Durham University's Centre for Fusion Energy, England, have found that fusion reactors could become viable ways of generating electricity in just a few decades.

The Prof SMILES in wiry sarcasm.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN So fusion energy is still twenty years away, huh? Just like it was in the eighties.

An exhausted Arty POINTS back at the T.V., WITHOUT opening his eyes or LOOKING up.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Try out the T.V., Prof. They have AppleTV, Netflix and Prime.

The Prof takes the REMOTE and turns the screen ON. It shows an episode of 'THE AMERICANS'. He WATCHES a scene of impending BRUTALITY, before hastily switching it OFF.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I never understood pop culture.

Arty doesn't answer. When the Prof LOOKS over, Arty is lying ASLEEP on his bed fully CLOTHED.

The Prof TAKES the top SHEET from his BED and LAYS it gently OVER the sleeping Arty, careful not to disturb him.

INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY

The Prof sits EATING a mountain of breakfast pancakes, covered in syrup and topped with blackberries.

Arty hurriedly SITS beside him.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Why didn't you wake me Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I thought you could use the sleep.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Look at this.

Arty pulls out a FOLDED piece of PAPER from a pocket. He unfolds it, LAYS it on the TABLE, and FLATTENS it

It's the Prof's WEBPAGE PRINT, the ringed date still reads:

OCTOBER 21 2015

Underneath is the same recent PICTURE of Arty, but the headline now reads:

MUSIC EXECUTIVE FOUND DEAD

The word 'DEAD' and the article TEXT are now FADED.

The Prof GRABS the PRINT.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! Do you know what this means?

Their WAITRESS appears beside the table. Prof HIDES the PR INT. Arty looks up at her.

WAITRESS Can I get you anything, sir?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Err, avocado toast and a pumpkin spice latte.

She writes the order while the Prof STARES at Arty. The waitress LEAVES.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
It means we've changed the future?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Yes, and we're doing something that puts your death in doubt.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What could that be?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I have no idea.

A JUBILANT Arty leaps up from the table. The Prof GRABS his ARM as he passes.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
Where are you going?

ARTY MCDERMOTT To celebrate. YOLO, Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What about your breakfast?

ARTY MCDERMOTT You have it.

The Prof RELEASES Arty and makes a DISGUSTED face.

EXT. HOTEL PARKING LOT - DAY

The Prof is busy CRAMMING their tiny luggage into the Hofstetter time machine.

Arty APPEARS looking PLEASED with himself.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Where have you been?

Arty holds out his inner right ARM to SHOW the Prof a fresh, TATTOO.

It's a monochrome, incredibly DETAILED, BEAUTIFUL SEA TURTLE swimming through FIVE RINGS. The turtle is MISSING a chunk from its FIN.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What do you think?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Looks great Arty.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I went swimming once. Followed a damaged little turtle around for a while. It kinda stuck with me.

Arty pauses to REMEMBER the transformative moment.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Each of the hoops represents a decade of my life. It s the idea of emerging and coming into something new all the time.

The Prof grabs Arty by his arms, BEAMING at him.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN That's wonderful, Arty.

Arty pats him back.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Let's hit the road, Prof. Time to get my life back.

EXT. TWO-LANE CALIFORNIAN EXPRESSWAY - DAY

The modified silver Hofstetter Turbo car DRIVES along a two-lane expressway, a drop to the ocean on one side, and mountains on the other.

The 1980's car still takes the bends effortlessly.

The clear sky is powder blue perfection.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - DAY - TRAVELLING

Arty and the Prof are back in the cramped time machine, but ENJOYING the journey, and the COMPANY.

ARTY MCDERMOTT If you asked people to describe me they'd go through a whole bunch of words before they got to P.D. It's there but it's not my totality.
(a beat)
There are losses. I've lost a certain amount of spontaneity.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You were spontaneous today.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (with realisation)
Yeah, I was, wasn't I.

The car starts to LOSE POWER, the engine begins to SPLUTTER.

The Prof looks at the controls, then EXCLAIMS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
What is it Prof? What's wrong?

The Prof pulls the CAR OVER to a scenic view parking area, keen to get it off the highway before it stops.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You won't believe this, but we're out of gas.

The car comes to a complete HALT. The engine DEAD.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Seriously? You, you let a car run out of gas?

Arty PULLS out his SMARTPHONE and begins to SEARCH.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I think I saw a gas station a few miles back.

Arty READS from his iPhone, POINTING FORWARD.

ARTY MCDERMOTT There's one less than a mile ahead.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Can you make it there and back?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm not waiting in a car that's as hot A.F.

The Prof SMILES and opens the gull wing DOOR with a HISS.

EXT. TWO-LANE CALIFORNIAN EXPRESSWAY - DAY

Arty and the Prof WALK along the side of the ROAD, STRUGGLING in the heat. They look like they're MELTING in the blazing late morning SUN.

ARTY MCDERMOTT All I'm asking Prof, is how does this trip even help to correct this timeline, to get Suzy back?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I can't tell you too much Arty, but I promise you that this trip will right a great wrong.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So, Suzy and me won't get sick?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN People get sick all the time Arty.

Arty pauses, considers, thinks of a new approach.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, is there a cure for cancer, for Parkinson's in the future?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What do you think, Arty?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I think yes, but then I'm an eternal optimist.

EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

Arty LEANS against the GAS PUMP. The Prof PUMPS GAS into a red two-gallon GAS CAN, watching the pump DIALS.

They bicker gently in the heat.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN All I'm saying is that you might have exaggerated the whole thing a little.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What are you saying, Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN That maybe it wasn't as cartoonish as you remember it?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Cartoonish?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Not as black and white, good and bad, as you remember. There is nothing more responsible for the good old days as a bad old memory.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Ok, Prof. What did I get wrong?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Well, the car for a start. And I could never have held the cable together, that would have fried me.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's just how it looked to me.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Ned was never as evil as you describe him. And your family didn't change as much as you think.

EXT. TWO-LANE CALIFORNIAN EXPRESSWAY - DAY

Arty and the Prof WALK ALONG the side of the road in the OPPOSITE direction, their bickering almost as intensive as the mid-day heat. The Prof CARRIES a red two-gallon GAS CAN.

Arty STRUGGLES with the length of the walk.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
And do you really think that your Dad didn't realise that "RALPH LAUREN" was his time-travelling son, after all the clues you left?

ARTY MCDERMOTT William had no idea who I was.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Really? TAB? Pepsi FREE? Actually calling him DAD?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Maybe I slipped up once or twice.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Planet VULCAN? DARTH VADER? He was a SCIENCE FICTION author.

The beleaguered pair APPROACH the parked time machine.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
He had to stay in the same house just so you'd know where to come back to. You know, he used to laugh every time he heard you practice "Johnny B. Goode" on your guitar.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Well, at least MOM had no idea.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN No Eileen had no idea. She thought you were an ANGEL sent to get her and William together.

ARTY MCDERMOTT That's cray cray Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN That's why she asked if she'd ever see you again after the dance. She knew you were leaving, even though you'd only just joined the school.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Far out.

They reach the CAR and the Prof unlocks it with a KEY, opens the FLAP to the FUEL TANK, and begins to POUR the GAS into the TANK. Arty LEANS against the CAR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Jeez, how did they ever look me in the eyes?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN They took a lot of convincing to play along, and they always thought of you as... special. Could be why you're so different to your siblings?

The Prof SHAKES the last few DROPS of the now EMPTY GAS CAN into the CAR. He PASSES the CAN to Arty, closing the FLAP.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wait, so they knew you knew?

Arty MOVES to the FRONT of the CAR and OPENS the TRUNK.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Why do you think they let you spend so much time with me?

Arty is about to SPEAK but he SEES SOMETHING in the TRUNK.

He REACHES IN and PULLS out ANOTHER, smaller gas CAN. He SHAKES it and the gas can be HEARD SLOSHING inside.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, you had spare gas.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I know.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Then why did we just walk to get more?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Movement Arty, always movement! We have to keep you moving!

Arty DROPS both CANS into the TRUNK then SLAMS the hood.

He SNATCHES the KEYS out of the LOCK behind the gull wing DOOR, and JUMPS into the DRIVER's SEAT.

He pulls the door CLOSED as he STARTS the ENGINE.

The Prof CLIMBS into the passenger chair and CLOSES his DOOR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm driving from now on.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Are you sure you can?

Arty SLAMS the car into REVERSE and spins the wheel, turning the nose towards the inviting expressway, as he REVERSES.

There's a dull THUMP from the rear.

They LOOK at each other.

It's followed by a faint WHIMPER.

Doors OPEN, they SCRAMBLE to the BACK of the car.

LYING on the GROUND, looking WOUNDED, is a shaggy SHEEPDOG.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Where did he come from?

They LOOK AROUND for an owner but see no one.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, this wasn't your fault.

Arty gently LIFTS the DOG, STRAINING to take the weight. He TURNS BACK to the CAR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You drive. I'll give you directions.

The Prof jumps into the driver's seat and pulls the gull wing door closed with a SLAM.

INT. VETERINARY SURGERY RECEPTION - DAY

The Prof and Arty BURST into the reception, Arty CARRYING the injured DOG in his TIRED arms.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Emergency! Emergency! We have an injured dog!

Arty WEAVES between people and carries the dog to the reception DESK. He lays him down, EXHAUSTED.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Please help. This dog has been hit by a car.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN My car.
(points)
He was driving.

Arty ROLLS his TIRED EYES at the Prof.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Can a vet look at him, please?

The receptionist NODS and picks up the PHONE.

Arty drops his head in exhausted RELIEF.

INT. VETERINARY SURGERY RECEPTION - DAY

The Prof and Arty sit ANXIOUSLY in chairs, WAITING for news.
Arty seems to be taking it particularly badly.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
I can't have killed him.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It wasn't your fault.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I can't have another death on my-

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You're not to blame for any deaths.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I just can't lose anyone else.

The Prof PATS Arty on the LEG.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN He's not dying. He's going to be fine.

Arty NODS, strengthening his resolved.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You know, he kinda looks like-

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I know. But it's not him.

A nurse approaches and GESTURES them to FOLLOW her.

The Prof and Arty give each other a CONCERNED GLANCE.

INT. VETERINARY SURGERY - DAY

A vet in green scrubs pets the now HEALTHY DOG, sat on his examination bench, with Arty and the Prof looking RELIEVED.

VET He's going to be just fine. You did the right thing bringing him in.

Prof gives Arty an excited two thumbs up.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So, no injuries, no broken bones, no internal bleeding?

VET Nothing. I think he was just stunned. What's more, he was chipped, so we've been able to trace his owner.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Chipped? Like bionic?

ARTY MCDERMOTT That's great news. What was he doing out there anywhere?

VET Seems he ran off when the owner stopped to take a leak.

Arty SMILES and PETS the DOG in RELIEF.

EXT. HOTEL #2 PARKING LOT - NIGHT

The Prof STANDS, surrounded by their luggage in the hotel parking lot. Before him, Arty SITS in the DRIVER'S seat of the time machine, gull wing door OPEN.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Are you sure you can drive?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm only going over the street for gas. Just check us in. Early start tomorrow.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Ok, if you're sure.

The Prof WAVES as Arty pulls the DOOR down and CLOSED.

The Hofstetter GLIDES gracefully AWAY under Arty's control.

The Prof gives an approving NOD and gathers up the luggage.

EXT. GAS STATION #2 - NIGHT

Arty PUMPS GAS into the CAR, yawning a wide, tired YAWN. He wears a DARK JACKET to ward off the chill night air.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

Arty PULLS the time machine into the hotel parking LOT.

WALKING in FRONT of the CAR, illuminated by pop-up headlights, arm in arm with a much YOUNGER WOMAN, is someone from Arty's nightmares.

Arty LEANS forward to get a BETTER VIEW.

The MAN has silver, white hair, looks older, and a little heavier, but he is undeniable NED TENNENT, 76, his father's high school BULLY, and Arty's time travel NEMESIS.

Arty STARES, DUMBSTRUCK, until the CAR ROLLS into a DUMPSTER, JOLTING him BACK into the MOMENT.

Arty OPENS the car DOOR, and FALLS OUT.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Ned. Hey, Ned.

Ned LOOKS across, not RECOGNISING him at first. Then he double takes, WHISPERS something to the young WOMAN, and WATCHES her WALK towards the HOTEL.

He holds a PALM OUT to Arty, and when he speaks, he SPEAKS SOFTLY, not at all as Arty remembers him.

NED TENNENT Now Arty, I don't want no trouble. I've got no beef with the McDermotts.

Ned seems GENUINELY AFRAID of Arty. Arty just STARES.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
I left Elmdale to get away from your family. I don't know why you're here, but leave me alone.

Arty WATCHES in DISBELIEF as Ned WALKS towards the HOTEL.

INT. HOTEL #2 LOBBY / BAR - NIGHT

Arty walks into the hotel LOBBY, towards the RECEPTION, but the Prof SPOTS him from the BAR.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Hey Arty! Over here.

Arty turns and SEES the Prof sat at the BAR, with TWO MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN, dressed for a PARTY.

Arty WALKS QUICKLY over to the BAR to meet them.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, you won't believe who I just ran into outside.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, come joins us, meet my new friends, this is Betty and Babs.

The prof POINTS at each of the women in turn. Arty gives them a POLITE WAVE of his hand.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Ladies. Prof, can I talk to you,
alone, please?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN They're part of a wedding party in Conference Room One. They were talking at the bar and I couldn't help but overhear that the wedding band is missing a guitarist.

ARTY MCDERMOTT That happens a lot.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN And I said that I know someone who plays guitar.

The Prof SMILES; HANDS and EYES OPEN WIDE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (with realization)
Wow, wait a minute. I haven't played in a long time. I'm not even sure I still can.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty was in band. He played at his high school dance.

ARTY MCDERMOTT That was a long, LONG time ago. Prof, I can see what you're trying to do. But this is a step too far. Sorry ladies, I'm not your guy.

The women look DISAPPOINTED, SHRUG and WALK away.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I'll let you know if he changes his mind.

ARTY MCDERMOTT He won't.

Arty WATCHES them LEAVE the bar, making sure they're GONE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Listen Prof, you won't believe who I saw outside, who's staying in the hotel. Only Ned Tennent.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! How can that be?

ARTY MCDERMOTT He was with a much younger woman.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Figures.

ARTY MCDERMOTT And he said he left his past behind to move out here.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Well good for him. Getting on with his life, leaving his past behind.

Arty PONDERS, then TURNS TO the bar. He motions to the BARTENDER, pulling out his WALLET.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Pepsi Max.

He pulls out a ten-dollar BILL. In front of the bills is a PHOTO. He SLIDES it out. It's OLD, faded, and creased.

It's the PHOTO of HIM and his SIBLINGS posing in front of a WELL. The photo that once was LIFE and DEATH TO HIM.

INT. HOTEL #2 CONFERENCE ROOM ONE - NIGHT

Arty STRIDES CONFIDENTLY towards the BAND on the stage, accompanied by Betty and Babs. He removes his BLACK JACKET and THROWS it over a CHAIR, before CLIMBING up onto STAGE.

The Prof MOVES through the CROWD to the FRONT.

Arty straps on a sunburst Les Paul GUITAR, agreeing the song choice with the BAND. He strums a CHORD, testing the SOUND. The band nod, READY. The LIGHTS go DOWN.

Arty plays the opening bar of "JOHNNY B. GOODE", and the WEDDING PARTY goes WILD, suddenly CROWDING the dance floor.

Arty's head is down, his concentration intense, his expression almost pained, and the flamboyant moves of the teenager are gone, but it's a ROCKING RENDITION of the song.

The Prof DANCES ECSTATICALLY with multiple people at once, his ARMS WAVING like a demented, uncoordinated cephalopod.

UNSEEN by anyone, Ned CREEPS up to the CHAIR with Arty's BLACK JACKET on the BACK. Staying LOW, he SLIDES a HAND INTO the POCKET and REMOVES the time machine KEYS.

He looks at them in his HAND, before CLOSING his FIST TIGHT.

He GLANCES around to be sure that NO ONE has SEEN. Behind him, Arty goes into a SOLO that drives the crowd WILD.

EXT. HOTEL #2 PARKING LOT - NIGHT

NED WALKS up to the PARKED Hofstetter car, KEYS in hand. The strains of Arty's GUITAR playing faintly in the background.

He SEARCHES for the KEYHOLE. CROUCHING DOWN to look. KEYS FALL from his pocket and HIT the GROUND with a metallic CLINK. But his elderly ears don't hear it.

On the GROUND beside the CAR are NED's own car KEYS.

He locates the LOCK, and OPENS the DOOR. It SLIDES UP with a HISS. He climbs in and turns the IGNITION ON.

The DISPLAYS SPRING to multicolored LIFE.

He looks around in AMAZEMENT at all of the extra CONTROLS. He STROKES the time circuit controls.

The current date is:

OCT 20 2015 09:21 PM

The destination time set to:

OCT 14 2015 08:24 AM

and the last time departed is set to:

OCT 22 2015 11:29 PM

NED TENNENT I always knew it.

Ned PULLS the DOOR DOWN.

He REVERSES the car, then SCREECHES into the night.

EXT. HOTEL #2 PARKING LOT - NIGHT - LATER

Arty and the Prof walk to the SPACE where the time machine was PARKED. Arty carries his BLACK JACKET over his shoulder.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You had them lapping it up.

ARTY MCDERMOTT That felt amazing. The best medicine ever.

Arty suddenly STOPS dead, FROZEN in HORROR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Oh no, this can't be happening.

Arty looks around in PANIC.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What, what's happening?

ARTY MCDERMOTT The time machine. It's gone.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! Are you sure?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I parked it right here.

Arty FEELS the POCKETS of his JACKET, but finds NOTHING.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Ned. This is Ned's doing.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN We have to get it back!

In a BLIND PANIC, the Prof RUNS from the LOT. He SPOTS a boy riding a WHEELED HOVERBOARD. He PULLS him off it and LEAPS ON. The HOVERBOARD moves away...

S L O W L - Y

In the LOT Arty SPOTS SOMETHING ON THE GROUND. He BENDS DOWN to RETRIEVE it, holding it in his HAND.

It's a set of CAR KEYS. The name "NED" on the FOB.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
(to the boy O.S.)
Sorry, it was a misunderstanding.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Look what I found.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! Car keys. But we'll never find the car they belong to.

Arty PRESSES the UNLOCK BUTTON.

A few FEET AWAY, the signal lights FLASH on a classic, black 1998 TOYOTA SUPRA.

INT. BLACK TOYOTA SUPRA - NIGHT

Arty turns the keys and STARTS the SUPRA. A SatNav is ATTACHED to the WINDSHIELD.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN We don't know where he lives.

Arty EXAMINES the SatNav. He PRESSES a BUTTON marked "HOME".

The ROUTE APPEARS on the SCREEN.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
What are we waiting for? Go. Who knows the damage that man could do to the spacetime continuum.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I need that time machine back.

Tires SQUEAL as the CAR PULLS AWAY.

EXT. NED'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Ned's black Supra PULLS UP behind a BUSH outside Ned's HOUSE. It's a typical middle-class home.

The Prof and Arty GET OUT and WALK to the DOOR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wait Prof. Where did the print of my death even come from?

The Prof PRESSES the DOORBELL.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I told you, I briefly stopped off TWO days in the future, to research. I might have made a few more trips.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What discoveries have you made?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Never go to twenty-twenty.

The DOOR OPENS. Ned's wife, CLARA TENNENT, 66, answers. Her hair colour, length and style are different, but she looks a LOT like a slightly aged EILEEN MCDERMOTT.

Arty double takes, the conversation with the Prof forgotten.

INT. NED'S LOUNGE - NIGHT

Clara stands on the opposite size of a lounge coffee table to Arty and the Prof.

CLARA TENNENT I'm sorry but my husband, Ned, is away on business.

The Prof and Arty give each other a KNOWING GLANCE.

CLARA TENNENT (CONT'D)
I'm sorry you've had a wasted journey.

Arty SEES a BOWL of marketing MATCHBOOKS. He leans DOWN and TAKES ONE.

On one side is says:

NED'S & SON

On the reverse is says:

AUTO BODY REPAIRS

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN And you can't think of where 'on business' he might be?

CLARA TENNENT No. He's away on business a lot. He has lots of meetings in hotels.

Arty HOLDS up the MATCHBOOK.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Can I take one of these?

CLARA TENNENT Of course.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Thank you. Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you Ma'am. We'll leave you to your evening.

Arty TAPS the Prof on his sleeve and TURNS to LEAVE. The Prof looks SURPRISED then FOLLOWS Arty.

INT. BLACK TOYOTA SUPRA - NIGHT

Prof and Arty close the doors as they get in.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Well that was a dead end.

Arty HOLDS UP the MATCHBOOK.

The Prof TAKES it, EXAMINES it, then ROTATES it.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'll bet he's there.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN There's no address. I'll ask Clara.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just GOOGLE it.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I fail to see how multiplying the problem by ten to the power one hundred will help us in anyway.

Arty PULLS out his iPhone 6S.

He places his THUMB on the Touch ID sensor / home button and the phone UNLOCKS. The Prof is AMAZED.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
You have biometric identity authentication in twenty-fifteen?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Concentrate Prof.

Arty TYPES on the phone, searching for the address of Ned's body repair shop.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Got it.

He turns to the windshield mounted SatNav and ENTERS the body shop's zip code.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You accept miracle after miracle as if it's a mundane inevitability.

Arty STARTS the CAR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It'll be a miracle if we get the time machine back.

EXT. NED'S AUTO BODY REPAIR SHOP - NIGHT

Ned's repair shop is an industrial unit on a business park. Only the signage gives it away. The front SHUTTER is a little OPEN.

Ned's black Supra PULLS UP outside, its ENGINE OFF.

The Prof and Arty GET OUT, closing the doors QUIETLY.

EXT./INT. NED'S AUTO REPAIR SHOP - NIGHT

As they APPROACH the shutter, Arty PASSES the Supra KEYS to the Prof.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Take Ned's keys. I'll drive the time machine.

The prof NODS in agreement, taking the KEYS from Arty.

They DUCK UNDER the SHUTTER and STEP INTO the SHOP.

STANDING with his BACK to them is Ned, STROKING the sleek lines of the Hofstetter time machine.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Hey you! Get your damn hands off her.

Ned TURNS his HEAD to FACE them, keeping his BACK TO THEM.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Step away from the car. You don't know what you're dealing with.

When Ned speaks, it s in the BULLY VOICE that Arty remembers.

NED TENNENT You think I don't know what this is? You think I'm too dumb to work out that it's a TIME MACHINE?

The Prof and Arty LOOK AT EACH OTHER in HORROR.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D) Why do you think I sucked up to your A-hole father, Farty McRunt? Or should I say Ralph Lauren?

Ned SMILES.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D) Apart from waiting for my chance with you Mom! She always wanted me.

ARTY MCDERMOTT She said you tried to rape her.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN She actually described him as "a bit handsy".

ARTY MCDERMOTT Not the right time, Prof. Read the room.

NED TENNENT You're just in time to show me how this works.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Why would we do that?

Ned TURNS to fully FACE THEM. He pulls his left side JACKET BACK to REVEAL a REVOLVER tucked into his trousers.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT

Arty SITS in the driver's seat looking ANXIOUS. Ned sits in the passenger seat HOLDING HIS GUN TO Arty.

NED TENNENT Drive.

EXT. NED'S AUTO BODY REPAIR SHOP - NIGHT

The Hofstetter BURSTS OUT of the body shop, down the drive, and turns to SCREECH passed Ned's parked Supra.

The Prof RUNS out of the shop in PURSUIT. He DASHES to the Supra, unlocking it remotely and JUMPING IN.

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD - NIGHT

The Hofstetter DRIVES down a suburban road, closely FOLLOWED by the prof in Ned's Supra.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

Ned MOVES the rear-view MIRROR to SEE the Prof CHASING him in his own car, still HOLDING the GUN to Arty.

NED TENNENT You're driving like my grandma.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It s a thirty-year-old car. This is as fast as it goes.

Arty GLANCES at the L.E.D. speedometer. It reads 67.

NED TENNENT Bullshit! I know you have to make it go fast to time travel. Faster.

Arty looks at the PLUTONIUM CHAMBER dial. It reads "EMPTY."

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's not safe on these streets.

NED TENNENT How safe is a bullet?

ARTY MCDERMOTT If you shoot me, I'll crash and we'll both die.

NED TENNENT I'll take my chances. Faster!

Arty SHOUTS in FEAR and FLOORS the gas PEDAL. The car ROARS.

The L.E.D. speedometer climbs 87... 88... 89...

Arty ROUNDS a CORNER and the entire ROAD ahead is BLOCKED by a SEWAGE VACUUM tank TRUCK. Its hose extends over the cab and a WORKER in a high visibility jacket sucks sewage from an open manhole cover.

Arty HITS the BRAKES HARD.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Shit!

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD #2 - NIGHT

The Hofstetter SLIDES sideways as it BRAKES, just AVOIDING the TRUCK.

The sewage WORKER RUNS from the oncoming car.

The Prof also just manages to STOP the Supra without a collision, SLIDING the opposite way to a SCREECHING HALT, leaving the time machine in a truck / Supra sandwich.

Ned LEAPS out of the car. Arty FOLLOWS SLOWLY. Ned WAVES Arty to the FRONT of the CAR.

Ned MOVES to the FRONT of the CAR, his BACK to the TRUCK, his GUN in Arty's BACK.

The Prof SLOWLY CLIMBS out of Ned's CAR.

NED TENNENT Why didn't it time travel?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It's broken.

NED TENNENT Bullshit! You're not a hundred and fifty, so it works. Fix it, or he gets really great parking.

The Prof HESITATES.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D) Although he already looks broken to me.

Ned MOCKS Arty by WAVING his ARMS in a JERKY manner and making an exaggerated MOANING sound.

The Prof looks INCENSED.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Don't rise to it Prof. My dignity can be mocked, but it can't be taken unless it's surrendered.

NED TENNENT I'm about to take more than his dignity, Professor.

Ned COCKS the GUN with a loud CLICKING sound.

The Prof WALKS TO the time machine, LEANS IN behind the passenger seat and PULLS OUT a metal BOX, with black on yellow RADIOACTIVITY warning symbols on it.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, no.

NED TENNENT You mean this sucker's nuclear?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Electrical.

ARTY MCDERMOTT But it takes a nuclear reaction to generate the one point two-one jigowatts of electricity required.

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD #2 - NIGHT

The Prof STANDS at the BACK the time machine. He PLACES a four-inch cylinder containing a PLUTONIUM ROD into the reactor loading hopper. With a startling WHOOSH, the rod drops into the reactor, then seals shut.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It's loaded and safe now. You Have to reload after every trip.

Ned STANDS by the OPEN CAR DOOR, pointing his GUN at the Prof. Arty stands OPPOSITE, HANDS on his HEAD.

NED TENNENT Where do I get more plutonium from?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You're on your own there.

NED TENNENT And I set the destination using the keypad inside?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Once she hits eighty-eight the Temporal Field Capacitor discharges-

NED TENNENT Right, Arty get in the car and close the door.

Arty GIVES the Prof a CONCERNED LOOK but COMPLIES.

Ned GESTURES the Prof BACK to the Supra with his GUN.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Back to my car Prof. Kneel down.

He looks UNSURE, but SLOWLY CROUCHES down BESIDE the car.

Arty OPENS the time machine DOOR behind Ned.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You don't need to do this Ned.

NED TENNENT Back in the car Farty.

The gull wing door CLOSES behind Ned.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You really don't have to do this.

NED TENNENT I do, or you'll just follow us.

The Prof SQUEEZES his EYES SHUT, BRACING himself.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Now let the air out of my tires.

The Prof OPENS his EYES and gives a SURPRISED look. He LEANS over and lets AIR out with a loud HISS.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
We're not leaving until all four tires are flat.

With the FRONT tire FLAT, the Prof TURNS and SHUFFLES to the BACK tire, and RELEASES the AIR.

With the Prof's BACK to him, and the tire deflating, Ned RUNS to the time machine and jumps IN.

The Prof LOOKS UP as the time machine SCREECHES AWAY.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

GUN still in hand and pointing at Arty, Ned taps a destination into the time circuit, it reads:

OCT 22 2015 09:30 PM

NED TENNENT (CONT'D) I'm gonna get the N.F.L score then come back and-

ARTY MCDERMOTT Let me guess, place a bet?

NED TENNENT No, but that's a better idea than bragging to my drinking buddies.

Ned LOOKS out of the windshield, at the CLEAR road AHEAD.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Take us up to eighty-eight.

Arty sighs but puts his FOOT DOWN. The car ACCELERATES.

The speedometer climbs... 86... 87... 88...

There's a blue FLASH in front of the car as the temporal portal opens, then...

NOTHING. They're driving along an IDENTICAL road.

Arty instantly HITS the BRAKES. HARD.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Are we really in the future? It looks the same?

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's TWO days. What did you expect? Drones walking dogs?

NED TENNENT Turn back. We're going to my shop.

INT. NED'S AUTO REPAIR SHOP - NIGHT

Ned PUSHES Arty further into the BACK of his SHOP. Arty STUMBLES, almost falling.

Ned MOTIONS towards an ancient, large "PHILCO" REFRIGERATOR.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Empty it. Shelves and all.

CONFUSED, Arty OPENS the heavy fridge DOOR. He PULLS the shelves OUT, letting cans and bottles spill over the FLOOR.

Ned MOTIONS into the EMPTY FRIDGE.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Get in.

Arty POINTS INSIDE the fridge in CONFUSION.

Ned PUSHES him IN. Arty contorts his body to SQUEEZE in.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D)
Don't try this at home kids.

Ned SLAMS the door CLOSED, LAUGHING at his own joke, then TURNS and WALKS AWAY.

MUFFLED thumps and BANGS come from INSIDE the fridge.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S.)
(muffled)
Let me out! Hey, open up!

INT. INSIDE "PHILCO" FRIDGE - NIGHT

Pitch BLACK. Then sudden LIGHT from an iPhone DISPLAY, illuminating Arty's FACE and upper body. He unlocks the phone and begins to DIAL. Then he STOPS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D) Arty, you can't call the cops, in case I've already been found dead. Who can I call? Think Arty. Who?

He SCROLLS through his call list. He stops on the number:

562-996-4484-RECEIVED 10.15.2015 12:30 AM

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Of course!

He quickly DIALS the mystery number and holds the phone to an EAR. It can be heard RINGING faintly.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT

The Prof is interrupted by a BURNER cell phone RINGING. He JUMPS, looking around in SURPRISE for the source of the sound. He lifts his cell phone SUSPICIOUSLY from the passenger seat and looks at the DISPLAY.

PUZZLED, he COMPARES the NUMBER to his NOTES and double takes, EXCLAIMING, almost dropping both items.

He presses to ANSWER and lifts the phone to his EAR.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
Hello?

INTERCUT WITH ARTY IN THE REFRIGERATOR - NIGHT

Arty goes NUTS as he HEARS the Prof's VOICE. He JUMPS, BANGING his HEAD on the refrigerator ROOF.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (into phone)
Prof! Prof, am I glad to hear you!

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
Arty? Arty, is that you?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (into phone)
Yeah, Prof, it's me, Arty.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
How... How did you get this number?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (into phone)
You called me a week ago. We went on a road trip.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
We did?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (into phone)
Yes, but that doesn't matter now. You have to help me. I'm trapped and cold and running out of air.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
Good grief! Where are you trapped?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (into phone)
In a refrigerator.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
Of course you are.

INT. NED'S AUTO REPAIR SHOP - NIGHT

The Prof FLINGS OPEN the REFRIGERATOR DOOR, and Arty FLOPS OUT onto the FLOOR like a dead fish.

The prof FALLS next to Arty. He GRABS him by his arms.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm a popsicle, Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You're alive.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just... Ned Tennent has the Time machine. We have to get it back.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! How? Never mind. Where did he go?

ARTY MCDERMOTT To get the football score, I think.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Where and when did he steal it?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Two days ago. In a hotel lot.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Then that's where we go!

EXT. HOTEL #2 PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Arty and the Prof STAND by the time machine in the hotel lot. Arty's GUITAR playing can be HEARD in the background.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Give me your keys Prof and I'll drive it away.

The Prof is about to HAND OVER his KEYS when something OCCURS to him. He GRABS his HEAD.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Oh no, of course! We'll create duplicates in the same timeline!

ARTY MCDERMOTT What do you mean Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, if we take this time machine, then we'll create a duplicate of it, and us, in the same timeline.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What do you mean, Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN This time machine is here, and Mine is over there. We're here and we're in Conference Room One, watching you play guitar.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN If neither us or them travels to another timeline, then there will be two of us. Permanently.

ARTY MCDERMOTT And that's bad?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN That's catastrophic!

BEHIND them, Ned EMERGES from the HOTEL reception.

The Prof SPOTS HIM and DUCKS DOWN, BEHIND the time machine, PULLING Arty DOWN with him.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Now what?

The Prof HOLDS his FINGER to his MOUTH to SILENCE him. The Prof POINTS behind the car and WHISPERS an answer.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Ned.

The Prof MOTIONS Arty to the BACK of the CAR.

Arty TURNS and begins to CREEP that way.

He SEES Ned APPROACHING and turns BACK to the Prof, WAVING him urgently in the OPPOSITE DIRECTION.

They quickly CRAWL to the FRONT of the CAR...

...JUST as Ned APPEARS at the BACK.

Ned SEARCHES for the KEYHOLE, CROUCHING down. His KEYS FALL from his POCKET, hitting the GROUND with a metallic CLINK.

Eventually he FINDS the LOCK by the door and UNLOCKS it. It OPENS with a HISS. He climbs IN and turns the ignition ON.

The displays spring to LIFE. He STROKES the time circuits.

NED TENNENT I knew it. I always knew it.

Ned SLAMS the door. REVERSES the car back, then SHOOTS FORWARD into the night.

LEAVING Arty and the Prof COWERING on the lot GROUND.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Do you know where he goes?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yeah, his auto repair shop.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Then that's where we go.

Arty POINTS to the KEYS lying on the lot GROUND.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What about his keys?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Leave them, so you can take them.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (confused)
Whatever you say, Prof.

The prof RUNS and a BEWILDERED Arty FOLLOWS.

EXT. NED'S AUTO BODY REPAIR SHOP - NIGHT

Arty and the Prof WALK up to Ned's repair shop CROUCHED, keeping to the SHADOWS.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN The time machine and Ned are in there?

ARTY MCDERMOTT If not now, they will be soon.

The Prof WAVES Arty into some BUSHES. They take COVER.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Then we show up, he takes you and the time machine, and I follow in his car?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yeah, his car that we show up in.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN And we drive until a truck blocks the road. I refuel the time machine, train him in its operation, disable his car so I can't follow, and you and him jump two days into the future? Where you get into his refrigerator?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Spot on, Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I must say, we're very accommodating to Ned?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Oh, that's 'cos he has a gun.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN A gun?

ARTY MCDERMOTT And he threatens to kill us. Lots. Should we go in now and get the time machine?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Change of plan. We need backup.

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD - NIGHT

The Hofstetter DRIVES down a suburban road, closely FOLLOWED by the Prof in Ned's Supra.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

Arty rounds a CORNER and the entire road is BLOCKED by a sewage vacuum tank TRUCK. He hits the BRAKES hard.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Shit!

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD #2 - NIGHT

The Hofstetter SLIDES sideways as it BRAKES, just AVOIDING a WORKER and the TRUCK. The WORKER RUNS from the car.

The Prof also just manages to STOP the Supra without a collision, SLIDING the opposite way to a SCREECHING HALT.

Ned leaps OUT of the car. Arty follows SLOWLY.

Ned WAVES Arty to the FRONT of the CAR. He MOVES to the FRONT, his BACK to the TRUCK, his GUN in Arty's BACK.

The Prof SLOWLY CLIMBS OUT of Ned's car.

NED TENNENT Why didn't it time travel?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It's broken.

NED TENNENT Bullshit! You're not a hundred and fifty, so it works. Fix it, or he gets really great parking.

The Prof HESITATES.

NED TENNENT (CONT'D) Although he already looks broken to me.

Ned MOCKS Arty by WAVING his ARMS around in a JERKY way, making an exaggerated MOANING sound.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Don't rise to it Prof. My dignity can be mocked, but it can't be taken unless it's surrendered.

NED TENNENT I'm about to take more than his dignity, Professor.

Ned COCKS the GUN with a loud CLICKING sound.

The Prof MOVES forward to the time machine, LEANS in behind the passenger seat and PULLS OUT a metal BOX, with black on yellow RADIOACTIVITY warning symbols on it.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, no.

NED TENNENT You mean this sucker's nuclear?

A SECOND Prof EMERGES from the SHADOWS, by the Supra.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 None of your goddamn business, Tennent!

Everyone is SHOCKED to see the second Prof.

NED TENNENT What the... How?

Arty TURNS BACK to Ned, and SEES ANOTHER Arty STANDING on a PLATFORM on the FRONT of the sewage TRUCK, BEHIND Ned. Arty POINTS at the SECOND Arty. Ned SEES Arty POINT BEHIND HIM.

NED TENNENT You think I'm going to fall for that?

BEHIND Ned, the second Arty COUGHS.

Ned TURNS SLOWLY to see WHO coughed just as Arty #2 DIVES forward and PUNCHES Ned squarely on the chin.

Ned SPINS under the BLOW, just as Arty #1 LEAPS forward and PUNCHES Ned AGAIN, SPINNING him in the OPPOSITE direction.

Ned FALLS like a sack of shit, out COLD.

ARTY MCDERMOTT #2 Get out of here, now.

Arty #2 JUMPS down and grabs Ned's GUN, THROWING it as FAR as he can.

ARTY MCDERMOTT #2 (CONT'D)
Don't even go back to the hotel.

A SMILING Arty #1 STARES at HIMSELF.

ARTY MCDERMOTT But how?

Prof #2 THROWS the BOX of Plutonium into the BACK of the time machine.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 He's right, you really must go now. Before Ned wakes.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Thank you. I don't know how you knew, but thank you.

Arty #1 RUNS to the time machine and CLIMBS IN. The SECOND Arty RUNS past the car and STANDS WITH the SECOND Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 I need Ned's car keys.

Confused, Prof #1 HANDS them OVER.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 (CONT'D)
Now go.

As the Prof CLIMBS into the time machine, the SECOND Prof THROWS the Supra KEYS as FAR as he can.

The SECOND Arty and Prof RUN away from the TRUCK as the ORIGINAL PAIR SCREECH AWAY in the Hofstetter time machine, leaving an unconscious Ned LYING in front of the truck.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT

Arty CLIMBS into the passenger seat as the Prof ENTERS a destination into the time circuit controls. It reads:

OCT 14 2015 08:24 AM

ARTY MCDERMOTT #2 What happened to never meeting yourself?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 I figured, what the hell?

The Prof FIRES up the car and they SCREECH away.

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD #2 - NIGHT

The second time machine ROARS passed the still unconscious Ned LYING in front of the truck.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

Arty #2 leans back in the passenger seat. He's very PALE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT #2 Hey, Prof, how do we know if we were successful, if the other Prof and Arty got away?

Something is definitely WRONG with Arty #2. Not only is he as PALE as a ghost, but he's also slightly TRANSPARENT.

The Prof SMILES at Arty #2.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 That's easy. The second they're safe, that whole future loop will close, snap shut, cease to exist. And I'm afraid that you will...

The Prof is already talking to an EMPTY seat.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN #2 ...disappear.

The Prof SMILES in approval, and GUNS the car.

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD #3 - NIGHT

The silver Hofstetter Turbo POWERS down the EMPTY road. As it reaches the critical 88 mph BLUE STREAKS appear in front and along the body work.

The car tears open a temporal portal. It is suddenly engulfed by a BLINDING WHITE GLOW - then, BLAM!

It's gone. Leaving a TRAIL OF FIRE in its wake.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - DAY - TRAVELLING

Golden light STREAMS into the car, casting harsh shadows.
The car is in a rundown suburban area.

Arty SLEEPS in the passenger seat.

A visibly drained Prof DRIVES.

The Prof reaches over and SHAKES Arty AWAKE.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Wake up Arty. We're here.

Arty WAKES, stretches and looks around through BLEARY eyes.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Where is here?

EXT. SPRING TIME RETIREMENT HOME - DAY

SUPER: WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 21 07:28 AM

Prof STEERS the car to the KERB. It pulls up outside a large building that has seen better days. The small lawn DEAD. A faded, depressing SIGN reads:

SPRING TIME RETIREMENT HOME

This is the sort of place you retire to if your life did not go the way you intended.

INT. SPRING TIME RETIREMENT HOME RECEPTION - DAY

Arty and the Prof step through an OUTSIDE DOOR and into the reception area. It is UNMANNED. A CORRIDOR leads to resident ROOMS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Great security.

The Prof WALKS down the CORRIDOR and EXAMINES the NAMES by the DOORS. Arty RUNS to catch him up.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Check that side. We're looking For HUGH LEWIS.

Arty NODS and CHECKS the NAMES on his side. He FINDS it almost immediately.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Prof, got it.

Arty POINTS to the NAME on the door. It reads:

HUGH LEWIS

INT. HUGH LEWIS' ROOM - DAY

The room is DARK. The DRAPES CLOSED. A MAN SLEEPS in a single BED. The room is decorated in 80's MEMORABILIA.

Prof and Arty SNEAK IN, closing the door QUIETLY.

They CREEP over to the SLEEPING man.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (whispers)
How are we going to wake him without killing him?

HUGH LEWIS You mean you're not here to rob me?

HUGH LEWIS, 77, opens one eye to look at Arty. He's white-haired, with eyes sunken under wrinkles and a permanent frown, but his jaw is still square and dimpled.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No, of course not.
(to the Prof)
We're not, right?

The Prof SHAKES his head.

HUGH LEWIS Good, 'cos I ain't got nothing worth stealing anyways.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You've got crotchety in your old age, young man.

Hugh's HEAD SPRINGS across to LOOK at the Professor.

HUGH LEWIS Prof, is that you? Is that really you?

The Prof SMILES, opening his ARMS out WIDE. Hugh RETURNS the GESTURE.

The Prof LEANS DOWN to HUG him like a long-lost brother. They laugh as they EMBRACE.

HUGH LEWIS (CONT'D) We're the same age so you must still be causing trouble with that time travelling automobile?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Only when it's strictly necessary. I learnt that a long time ago.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What? Wait, he knows about the time machine? Who is he, and how's he gonna fix my life?

The Professor SIGHS and DROPS into a bedside CHAIR.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You'd better sit down. I've got a confession to make.

Arty stays STANDING.

ARTY MCDERMOTT What is it Prof? You're scaring me.

HUGH LEWIS Who is this guy?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN We're not here to 'fix' your life.
I wouldn't know where to start. I got you here so you two can meet.

Arty STUMBLES back, like a boxer taking a right hook.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You said this would be life changing?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Oh, it will be.

HUGH LEWIS Why do you want me to meet this punk?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN So, you'd understand why I couldn't give you your life back.

HUGH LEWIS & ARTY MCDERMOTT (simultaneously)
Who is he?

Hugh and Arty GIVE each other a PERPLEXED LOOK.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN He's you. Arty McDermott meet Arty McDermott.

Arty eventually TRIES to SIT, but MISSES the CHAIR by the bed completely and SLIDES to the FLOOR, SPEECHLESS.

Hugh begins to GASP, unable to breath. He holds his CHEST.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Don't say I kill you.

The Prof GRABS Hugh.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
Call an ambulance, Arty!

INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY WAITING ROOM - DAY

The Prof SITS in a waiting area WATCHING Arty PACE.

He takes a NEWSPAPER from the coffee table in front of him.

The NEWSPAPER is "USA TODAY". Under a HEADING of "ELECTION 2016" is a PICTURE of the leading CANDIDATE, DONALD TRUMP.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What is it with the American public and choosing presidents? If he's elected, we're going to see some serious shit.

Arty finally SPEAKS.

ARTY MCDERMOTT How could you not tell me Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I was ashamed. Ashamed that my invention robbed a boy of his life.

Arty SITS NEXT to the Prof, surprised by his answer.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Why didn't you just send him back to the future?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I couldn't Arty. I didn't know how.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I don't understand?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN He turned up the week before you.

INT. PROF'S 1955 HOUSE (FLASHBACK)

Famous scientist from history adorn a wall above a fire place. A younger Prof SITS in a chair, wearing a smoking jacket, staring at a YOUNG MAN STOOD by a lamp.

The young man is the ORIGINAL ARTY MCDERMOTT, 17, he has a dark-haired wedge and is more serious looking then the

SECOND Arty. He wears a black jacket over a black sweater.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (V.O.)
Another Arty McDermott out of time. Except unlike you, he didn't come with a lightning strike flyer. I didn't know how to generate one point two-one jigowatts of electricity. So I hid him.
(a beat)
Imagine my surprise when you turned up a week later. I thought he'd put you up to it.

INT. TYPICAL 1955 SODA FOUNTAIN (FLASHBACK CONT'D)

WILLIAM MCDERMOTT, 17, a 50's teenager, with a hair parting, and buzz-cut back and sides, sits eating breakfast.

ORIGINAL Arty, with a floppy, dark-haired fringe and dark clothing, SLOWLY SLIDES into view, from BEHIND William, eyeing him all over in SHOCK.

PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (V.O., CONT'D)
He did the things you did. He'd run into Bill and Ned before he found me. He even turned your Mom's head.

INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY WAITING ROOM - DAY (SAME)

The Prof SITS LOOKING at Arty.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
I got him out of town. Helped him start a new life with a new name.
He became a fifties teenager.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I don't understand. Where did I come from. Why did I have the flyer?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN He changed history just enough to make Arty you and not him. When I got to the eighties I made sure I knew you and your family, and that you had a flyer for the lightening.

ARTY MCDERMOTT But how is he still here, if he became me? Why didn't he fade out?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN There are two models of time. The spacetime block, that you've just described, and the multiverse theory. The fact that he's still here is proof that reality is somewhere between the two.

Arty SCREWS up his face, NOT really UNDERSTANDING.

INT. HUGH LEWIS' HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY

Arty and the Prof STAND by Hugh's hospital BED. Monitoring equipment BLEEPS faintly behind him.

HUGH LEWIS Why are you here, Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN So you can meet the new Arty. And to beg for your forgiveness.

Hugh laughs a CROAKY LAUGH.

HUGH LEWIS You don't need my forgiveness. You helped me far more than I deserved. You didn't ask me to STEAL the time machine.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You STOLE the time machine?

HUGH LEWIS I was a bad boy back then. It wasn't your fault, Prof.

The Prof PATS Hugh's HAND.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Thank you. That means everything.

HUGH LEWIS (to Arty)
Did you make the most of my life, Arty McDermott?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yeah, I think I did.

HUGH LEWIS And Suzy?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Married since the eighties.

HUGH LEWIS Children?

ARTY MCDERMOTT It just never happened for us.

HUGH LEWIS Me neither. Keep living it well.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I will. I promise.

HUGH LEWIS And keep fighting the Parkinson's.

ARTY MCDERMOTT How did you...?

HUGH LEWIS I live in a retirement home. I know the symptoms.
(a beat)
I went to nineteen eighty-five Elmdale once. To see you and Suzy. Except your Suzy wasn't my Suzy. One of us even changed her.
(a beat)
There I was, a forty-seven-year-old man, crying in the street, 'cos his seventeen-year-old girlfriend, from thirty years ago, was gone.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm sorry.

HUGH LEWIS I did this to me. I had this photo of Marc, Wendy and me. I'm stood by a cartwheel. When the future changed we all disappeared. I don't even remember what they look like.
(a beat)
Now get outta here. I need to sleep.

Arty and the Prof WALK to the DOOR.

Arty WALKS THROUGH.

The Prof STOPS by the DOOR, and TURNS BACK to Hugh.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Goodbye, Hugh Lewis. Sleep well, Arty McDermott.

EXT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT - DAY

Arty STANDS by the time machine, WATCHING a REFLECTIVE Prof SHUFFLE to the CAR, DEEP IN THOUGHT.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You ok, Prof?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Not really. It's hard to say goodbye.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yeah, I've got some experience with that.

EXT. CALIFORNIAN EXPRESSWAY - DAY

The Hofstetter speeds TOWARDS and UNDER a raised camera.

EXT. CALIFORNIAN FREEWAY - NIGHT

The Hofstetter Turbo APPEARS from UNDER, and speeds AWAY from a raised camera, into the night.

EXT. MULTILANE CALIFORNIAN HIGHWAY - NIGHT

A SUBDUED, THOUGHTFUL Arty STARES out of the passenger door WINDOW as the Hofstetter SPEEDS along the highway.

The car SIGNALS and MOVES towards an EXIT ramp.

The SIGN above the EXIT reads "ELMDALE".

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

Arty suddenly PERKS UP, sitting UPRIGHT in his seat.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Hey, pull into the next rest area.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN But we're nearly home?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I can't wait.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I guess I could drink a soda.

EXT. REST AREA - NIGHT

Arty DROPS a NEW PLUTONIUM rod into the time machine reactor loading hopper, REFUELLING it. It seals shut with a HISS.

Suddenly the Prof APPEARS by the car, soda in hand, SMILING.

Arty looks at the EMPTY fuel rod container in his HAND, then THROWS it into the CAR, behind the driver's seat, BEFORE the Prof can SEE it.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm driving.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT

Arty GETS IN first and immediately starts to KEY A DATE into the time travel CIRCUITS.

The Prof climbs SLOWLY in and CLOSES his DOOR, his BACK to Arty, his actions with the time circuits UNSEEN.

Arty CLOSES HIS DOOR and immediately PULLS OFF in the car.

EXT. EMPTY ROAD - NIGHT

The Hofstetter Turbo time machine THUNDERS DOWN the EMPTY, open ROAD, picking up SPEED.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

The Prof looks PERPLEXED.

Arty looks DETERMINED.

The Prof GLANCES at the speedometer, as it hits 60... 61...

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, what are you doing?

ARTY MCDERMOTT What I should have done from the start. I'm taking control. I'm fixing my own timeline.

The Prof LOOKS at the time circuit DISPLAY. The destination reads:

JUNE 20 2014 10:00 AM

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN What's that destination, Arty?

Arty continues to GUN the CAR. It ACCELERATES past 70.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's the day Suzy first noticed her symptoms. She didn't go to a Doctor for weeks. I'm gonna make sure she does.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN And what will that achieve, Arty?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I dunno. Maybe she'll be cured?
Maybe she'll live longer?

The speedometer reaches 80... 81...

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN And maybe she'll just worry for longer? Maybe it will just ruin all the happy times you had before she got ill?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm willing to take that chance.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I get it. But, it's a tough call.

The speedometer climbs... 85... 86... 87...

Arty SLAMS on the BRAKES with a huge SCREECH.

EXT. EMPTY ROAD - NIGHT

The Hofstetter Turbo time machine SCREECHES to a wobbling HALT. Leaving SKID MARKS along the ROAD.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR - NIGHT

Arty and the Prof are THROWN about as the car comes to a violent emergency STOP.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No, this ain't right.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Time travel isn't the answer, Arty.

Arty NODS, then has a MOMENT of REALIZATION.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Or, maybe it is.

Arty LEANS FORWARD and PUNCHES NEW DIGITS into the time circuits. The destination now READS:

OCT 28 1955 06:00 PM

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I don't understand?

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's the day before the first trip back to 1955.

Once again, Arty GUNS the car rapidly FORWARD. Throwing the Prof BACK in his seat.

EXT. EMPTY ROAD - NIGHT

The Hofstetter Turbo time machine once more THUNDERS down the EMPTY, OPEN ROAD, picking up SPEED.

As it reaches the critical 88 mph BLUE STREAKS appear in front and along the body work. The car tears open a temporal portal. It is suddenly engulfed by a BLINDING WHITE GLOW - then, BLAM!

It's GONE. Leaving a TRAIL OF FIRE in its wake.

EXT. PROF VON BRAUN'S 1955 MANSION - NIGHT

Arty swings the Hofstetter into the DRIVEWAY of the Prof's 1955 family mansion, passed the ornate "1460" sign.

He PARKS it in front of the Prof's GARAGE, HIDDEN by a tall HEDGE. The silver 1980's wedge car looks hopelessly out of place in the 1950's.

Arty LEAPS from the car, the Prof SLOWLY, cautiously EMERGES, looking around ANXIOUSLY for onlookers.

Arty STRIDES towards the house, up the sloped drive.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, I strongly advise against whatever you're planning.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Don't try to stop me, Prof.

EXT. FRONT DOOR, PROF'S 1955 MANSION - NIGHT

Arty KNOCKS impatiently on the dark wooden DOOR, with warm light spilling out from lead glass panes.

The 1997 Prof EXCLAIMS, then HIDES beside the door, flat against the wall.

The DOOR OPENS and the 1955 Prof, wearing a silver jacket with black lapels and cuffs, pops his HEAD OUT.

He REGARDS Arty in his 2015 clothes with SUSPICION.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Doctor Reese Foley?

Arty PAUSES, THINKING INTENSELY.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yes!

The YOUNGER Prof TURNS his BACK and WALKS INSIDE.

Arty STEPS IN, MOTIONING the 1997 Prof to FOLLOW HIM.

INT. PROF'S 1955 MANSION - NIGHT

The interior of the mansion is sumptuous dark wood.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Come in. I must say, you look nothing like your photograph.

Staying LOW, the OLD Prof SNEAKS IN BEHIND Arty and FALLS BEHIND a SOFA. Arty CLOSES the front DOOR.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So, who's photograph do I look like?

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Ah, the famous Doctor Foley wit. Please, sit.

Arty SITS STIFFLY on the SOFA with the 1997 Prof BEHIND IT.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
I've been looking forward to discussing your work on precision determination of the magnetic moment of the electron.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Of course you have. Who wouldn't? But first. I have to tell you something. Something important. You might want to take notes.

The YOUNGER Prof SMILES and TAPS his HEAD.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Photographic memory.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
It is. He's a genius.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I have to tell you about a lightening strike.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
No, you don't

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yes I do.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Ok. Which lightning strike?

ARTY MCDERMOTT A future one.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
Probably.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Probably.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Are you telling me you know how to predict lightning strikes with a high degree of probability?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Yes.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers))
No.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No? No, not with high probability, but with absolute... precision.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief! Fascinating. Go on.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
You don't have to do this.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I do! Go on... I talk too much.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN You've said very little so far.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
You've said too much.

ARTY MCDERMOTT If I tell you the precise time and location of a lightening strike, can you promise me that you'll remember it?

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN I don't know why, but yes.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
I know what you're trying to do. It won't work.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It won't work?

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN I can assure you it will. My memory is infallible. Are you ok, Doctor?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (whispers)
Get rid of me...him.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No not really. Can I have a glass of water, please?

The YOUNGER Prof LEAVES the room, utterly CONFUSED.

The OLD Prof sticks his HEAD UP from BEHIND the SOFA, like a PERISCOPE, and LOOKS AROUND.

Seeing the YOUNG Prof GONE, he BOLTS for the DOOR. FLINGING it wide OPEN and jumping OUT.

Arty instinctively FOLLOWS him.

EXT. PROF VON BRAUN'S 1955 MANSION - NIGHT

The 1997 Prof TURNS BACK to FACE Arty.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I know what you're trying to do. Are you sure this is what you want?

ARTY MCDERMOTT I've never been surer of anything in my life.

The Prof PUTS a HAND on Arty's SHOULDER.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Are you sure this isn't a permanent solution to a temporary problem?

ARTY MCDERMOTT You shouldn't have to carry all that guilt, for all those years. I'm going to take it away from you. Besides, I stole someone's life.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Thank you Arty. That's remarkable.

ARTY MCDERMOTT You deserve it Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Right, well, we need to do this properly. We need to ask young me for a lead box. It's doesn't have to be too think. It will only be for a day.

ARTY MCDERMOTT A lead box? Why?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN To store the Plutonium rod safely, of course. He has to send Arty back to the future the minute you... he... arrives tomorrow.

The Prof suddenly GASPS, LOOKING OVER Arty's SHOULDER.

Arty TURNS to SEE what he's SEEN.

Stood BEHIND THEM is an OPEN-MOUTHED 1955 Prof, holding a GLASS of WATER.

The glass FALLS from his HAND and SMASHES.

1955 PROF & 1997 PROF Good grief!

The TWO Professors STARE INCREDULOUSLY at each other.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
I know exactly what's going on here.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Oh, that's great Prof. That Will save us loads of time-

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
You're SOVIET SPIES!

He POINTS at 1997 Prof.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
You've had UNCONVINCING plastic surgery to impersonate me. Your mission is to force me to make a Plutonium A-bomb!

The 1955 Professor TURNS and RUNS into the HOUSE.

Arty and the 1997 Prof give each other a DISAPPOINTED GLANCE BEFORE they WALK into the mansion after him.

INT. PROF'S 1955 MANSION - NIGHT

They find the 1995 Professor standing pointing a LUGER PISTOL at them.

Arty and the Prof throw their ARMS UP in surrender.

ARTY MCDERMOTT He's got a gun.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN This is ridiculous, the Soviet Union has had Plutonium-based nuclear weapons for six years.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Where did he... you... get a Luger?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (to Arty)
They were standard issue in the war.
(to the younger Prof)
The Soviets don't need Plutonium weapons. They test a thermonuclear hydrogen bomb next month.

Arty turns to give the Prof a MORTIFIED look.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Not helpful, Prof.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN You seem to know a lot about Commie A-bombs? And you, Doctor Foley, I didn't have you pegged for a spy.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Are you sure he's a genius?

The younger Professor MOTIONS with the gun for them to MOVE further into the house.

INT. PROF'S 1955 MANSION LANDING - NIGHT

Arty and the Professor STAND inside a BEDROOM, ARMS still raised in SURRENDER. STANDING the OTHER SIDE of the DOORWAY, pointing the GUN, is the YOUNGER Professor.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN No monkey business or I shoot.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You really don't want to do that.

The YOUNGER Professor, still pointing the GUN, pulls the bedroom door CLOSED, shutting them inside, then TURNS the lock KEY.

He places the gun on a small TABLE, next to a black Western Electric model 500 TELEPHONE.

He lifts the receiver and DIALS 9-1-1.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (into phone)
Yes. I need to report Soviet spies, in my house.
(a beat)
Yes, it's Professor von Braun. How-
(a beat)
Not a drop, and deadly serious.
Just send a patrol car, and hurry.

INT. PROF'S 1955 MANSION BEDROOM - NIGHT

The Prof LISTENS at the door, then holds his HANDS on his HEAD in despair.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN The Police will call the Government. They will dismantle the Hofstetter... Then us!

Arty looks around the room for ESCAPE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's your house. How do we get out?

The Prof LOOKS around the room, THINKING.

He walks to a SCREEN against a WALL, and MOVES it, REVEALING a DOOR!

He SMILES in triumph. Theatrically grabs the handle, turns it, and flings the door open to REVEAL...

The inside of a CLOSET, full of 50's shirts.

Arty FROWNS in disappointment, then runs to a WINDOW, opens it and CLIMBS out.

EXT. PROF VON BRAUN'S 1955 MANSION VERANDA - NIGHT

Arty is on a second floor VERANDA surrounding the front of the mansion, enclosed by a RAILING.

He runs to the rail and LOOKS DOWN, then UP.

The Prof APPEARS behind him.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It's too far to jump onto stone.

Arty quickly UNDOES his trouser BELT, pulling it fluidly through his jean loops.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Follow me.

He climbs precariously onto the railing, WOBBLING.

Keeping hold of one end, Arty THROWS HIS BELT over a TELEPHONE WIRE running from under the roof above him, over the lawn, over the hedge, to a pole on the street beyond.

He GRABS hold of the BELT end he threw over the WIRE, twisting it around his hand.

Without a pause, he LAUNCHES HIMSELF OFF THE RAIL!

He SLIDES along the phone wire, like a zip wire, over the lawn towards the HEDGE by the garage, shouting in FRIGHT for the entire length of the slide.

He HITS the HEDGE, lets go and drops onto the tiled drive.

He turns and signals for the Prof to FOLLOW him.

The Prof CLIMBS onto the rail. WOBBLING even more than Arty.
He looks TERRIFIED as he THROWS his own BELT over the line.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I'm not the man I once was.

ARTY MCDERMOTT If I can do it so can you.

The Prof closes his eyes and JUMPS, SLIDING down the cable!

Arty turns and RUNS into the GARAGE.

Just before he hits the hedge, the line SNAPS behind the Prof, and he SLAMS into the HEDGE, FALLS down, hits the drive HARD and FALLS onto his BACK, winded.

Arty re-appears dragging a large cloth CAR COVER.

ARTY MCDERMOTT No time for a rest.

The Prof climbs up and together they COVER the Hofstetter time machine in the sheet.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Arty, we could just leave?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Not a chance.

Behind them, a POLICE CAR pulls up at the end of the drive.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Get rid of the cops.

Arty turns and RUNS into the GARAGE, hiding.

The Prof TURNS to the POLICE walking up the drive.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN They escaped. They went towards the town square. If you're quick, you'll catch them.

POLICE OFFICER #1 (suspicious)
You look awful Professor. Like you've aged overnight.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I've always been mature for my age.

POLICE OFFICER #2 (suspicious)
Is that so?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN They did spray something into my face. Perhaps it was Commie aging spray?

The Police look determined at each other, suddenly CONVINCED, they TURN and RUN back to their car.

Arty APPEARS from the garage as the Police car pulls away.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Commie aging spray?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN It worked didn't it?

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN Not on me.

They TURN to see the YOUNGER Professor stood BEHIND them, still pointing the Luger PISTOL.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wait, lets us show you something.

Slowly, cautiously, Arty SLIDES the cover back, REVEALING the silver Hofstetter Turbo TIME MACHINE.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN What is it? Some sort of specialized weather sensing equipment?

ARTY MCDERMOTT It's a time machine. You built it. Tomorrow, a teenager will use it to travel back from nineteen eighty-five, marooning himself in nineteen fifty-five.
(a beat)
We want to give you the Plutonium that will fuel his return to his own time.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN It will take more than a fancy Go Kart to convince me.

Arty REACHERS into his POCKET for his cell PHONE.

The older Prof puts a hand on his arm to STOP him.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN You... we... never get over the guilt and shame of ruining his life. We watch him grow up out of his time. Please. Let us right that wrong. Please?

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN You're serious aren't you?

The younger Professor slowly LOWERS the PISTOL.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN (CONT'D)
One day. I will store the Plutonium for one day, and then I'm calling the F.B.I.

Arty stands on the SNAPPED telephone WIRE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Good luck with that.

The OLDER Prof TURNS to FACE Arty.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Are you sure this is what you want? You and your Suzy may never be born. Ned will be a bully. Your family unhappy?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Suzy and I had a great life, but she's gone. Besides, the future hasn't been written yet. It can be anything we want. Maybe the Prof can make sure the McDermott's have a great future?

They BOTH TURN slowly to look QUIZZICALLY at the YOUNGER Professor.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN The McDermotts have been my family.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Just make sure William is a boxer. And a writer. And keep Eileen away from vodka, and twinkies.

YOUNGER PROF LATHROP VON BRAUN It will be my lifetime's work.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR (1955) - NIGHT - TRAVELLING

Arty and the Prof sit in the car. The Prof drives. The ROAD outside is EMPTY.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So, haven't we just created some sort of paradox?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN No, time travel does not require causal loops. Energy, particles and events are free to be temporally displaced without violating entropy.

ARTY MCDERMOTT English, Prof.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN The universe is just fine with paradoxes. No one wrote "Johnny B. Goode". No one built the time machine, and now never will.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wow, hold the phone. You built the time machine. You designed the Temporal Field Capacitor.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN I designed it, but I couldn't build it. The car you went back to nineteen fifty-five in, was the same one that the original Arty left here. I just took really good care of it.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wait, but you had blueprints?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Reverse engineered.

ARTY MCDERMOTT So, who created the car that the original Arty went back to nineteen fifty-five in?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN No one. It was from nineteen fifty-five. I just added Plutonium.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Far out.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN But, if the original Arty goes back in it, then it won't be there in nineteen eighty-five for him to steal, because nineteen fifty-five me won't be able to build it. The loop will snap shut and the time machine will never exist.

ARTY MCDERMOTT That's blowing my mind. So, will any of this happen? Have happened? Has happened? Will we even exist?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Maybe it will just be original Arty and the original me.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I can't even deal...

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN So, Arty, where do you want to go with our last Plutonium fuel rod?

ARTY MCDERMOTT Does my nineteen eighty-five still exist. Can we travel to it?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN So long as we leave nineteen fifty-five before the original Arty travels back, then yes. Currently this timeline still results in him being stranded and you being born.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Then let's go back to our future, one last time.

EXT. ELMDALE TOWN SQUARE (1955) - NIGHT

The silver, modified Hofstetter Turbo time machine, with Arty and the Prof inside, TEARS along the dark EMPTY road, picking up speed.

Suddenly, it reaches the critical 88 mph, and blue streaks appear in front and along the body work. The car tears open a temporal portal. It is engulfed by a BLINDING WHITE GLOW - then, BLAM!

It's GONE. Leaving a twin TRAIL OF FIRE in its wake.

EXT. ELMDALE TOWN SQUARE (1985) - DAY

SUPER: SEPT 20 1985 07:23 AM

Suddenly, a SHARP BLAST OF WIND comes up out of nowhere, along with a DEAFENING SONIC BOOM - and the HOFSTETTER TURBO TIME MACHINE APPEARS, still going at 88 m.p.h.!

The Prof hits the car's brakes HARD. Its wheels lock up and the Hofstetter comes to a SCREECHING HALT, covered in ice, smoke and water vapour pouring off the bodywork.

It's early morning in September 1985 and there's no one around to witness the Hofstetter time machine arrive.

The Prof pulls the car over to the kerb.

A CLOCK on the BANK reads 7:23 AM.

INT. HOFSTETTER TURBO CAR (1985) - DAY

Arty sits up in his seat SCANNING the 1985 Elmdale TOWN SQUARE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wow, it's surreal to be back here after thirty years. It's like being in a dream.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Only twelve years to me. It's cleaner, but the same.

ARTY MCDERMOTT It looks empty without the outdoor three-dee cinema on the green.

The Prof gives Arty an open-mouthed AMAZED look. Then he realizes he's being TRICKED.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Oh, you're joking.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I couldn't resist.

Arty suddenly POINTS out of the windshield at a TEENAGE COUPLE walking hand in hand.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Wait, is that me... I mean them?

They SQUINT at the couple.

It's NOT them. The teenage boy STEPS OFF the kerb and is almost HIT by a CAR.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Teenagers blithely skip off to uncertain futures, while their parents sit at home worrying, because the adolescent brain isn't yet formed enough to evaluate risk.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Are you describing seventeen year old me?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN And maybe sixty-five-year-old me.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Wait, won't they recognise the car?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN They've not seen it yet.

ARTY MCDERMOTT Oh yeah.

Arty pulls out a FOLDED piece of PAPER from a pocket. He UNFOLDS it.

It's the Prof's PRINT of a WEBPAGE, the ringed DATE still reads:

OCTOBER 21 2015

Underneath is the same recent PICTURE of Arty, but the HEADLINE now reads:

MUSIC EXECUTIVE DISAPPEARS

The headline and the article text are now FADED and impossible to read.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I think we're almost, literally,
out of time.

Suddenly, Arty SPOTS a 17 year ARTY and SUZY walking BY THE CAR, on HIS SIDE.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Prof, look.

Arty COVERS HIS FACE, HIDING from them.

The Prof SPOTS them.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Good grief!

They WALK to the FRONT of the CAR, and stop, utterly UNAWARE of the occupants WATCHING them in amazement.

Arty PULLS Suzy towards him... they're about to KISS...
closer, CLOSER... Finally, their LIPS MEET.

Arty WATCHES his younger self in WONDER. He's captivated by the youthful BEAUTY of Suzy.

ARTY MCDERMOTT I'm blown away Prof. Thank you.

The moment STRETCHES.

Young Arty and Suzy are STILL KISSING.

Their kissing lingers... and lingers... and LINGERS...

The SMILES SLOWLY FADE from the Prof's and Arty's faces.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Get a room guys.

Finally, they BREAK and WALK away hand in hand.

Arty leans forward and WATCHES them walk away, CONTENT.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (CONT'D)
Let's go for a ride.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN Where to?

ARTY MCDERMOTT It doesn't matter

EXT. ELMDALE TOWN SQUARE (1985) - DAY

The Hofstetter PULLS OUT and heads towards the BOARDED-UP MOVIE THEATRE at the end of the square.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S., CONT'D) So, what happens to us now? Will we fade away soon?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (O.S.)
Maybe this is a new multiverse And we get to live here?

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S.)
But we don't belong in this time?

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (O.S.)
I can probably get more Plutonium?

The car reaches the END of the street, makes a TURN, and DISAPPEARS from VIEW.

Leaving just the EMPTY ROAD leading up to the MOVIE THEATER.

ARTY MCDERMOTT (O.S.)
Hey Prof, thanks for everything.
It's been real.

PROFESSOR LATHROP VON BRAUN (O.S.)
Only some of it, Arty. Only some Of it.

FADE OUT

THE END

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