Project Almanac

DAVID:
(SIGHING) So, we're

really doing this, huh?

Right now?

CHRIS:
Yup.

Okay, we got to

present this properly.

DAVID:
Where should I go?

CHRIS:
Come to the right.

DAVID:
To the right?

CHRIS:
Come on.

(PIGEON COOING)

Okay?

Hi, my name is...

(LAUGHING)

Hi. My name is David Raskin

and I'm applying for the

MIT Physics Fellowship.

What I've developed

is an intelligent

propulsion experiment

which allows me to...

Um...

I think I'm getting

into that too early.

I should talk about

them more, right?

I first became interested

in the sciences, uh...

No, that was not

the way to start.

What if I walk at you like...

CHRIS:
Can you just go?

All right, watch.

Hi. My name is David Raskin.

CHRIS:
Take it down,

like, four notches, Seacrest.

What?

CHRIS:
Come on!

I'd like to introduce you

to my engineers,

Adam Le and Quinn Goldberg,

and it's my sister,

Christina Raskin,

behind the camera.

Would you not...

Hold on one second.

I'll hold it

so you can point...

Dude,

you're distracting him.

What if it looks

like you built it?

Close your eyes.

No, it's not gonna

look like I built it.

All right. Like that?

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Let's put this up, Chris.

Okay, the smartphone's

connected to the Wi-Fi. Ready.

QUINN:
Wait, wait, wait.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CELL PHONE)

(ALL LAUGHING)

DAVID:
Beginning

to lift the craft.

Take the controller.

I want you to notice

these marks on my fingers.

All right, cutting off

power now.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(MUSIC RESTARTS)

Dude, you're

getting into MIT!

These marks on

my hand are read

by the modified motion sensor

on the computer.

It allows my hands to

manipulate this craft

with uncanny precision.

Oh!

That's nuts!

The motion sensors are routed

through my smart phone

with an 802.11g,

64 gigahertz wireless.

Chris, watch out.

Coming your way.

Whoo! Ta-da!

Yes!

All right, let's

take this thing

to its max altitude!

Come on, let's go!

ADAM:
Oh, sh*t!

DAVID:
Grab the computer.

CHRIS:
Go, go, go!

Okay, so, unlike

other static systems,

my algorithm tracks gestures

while the operator is moving.

Elevation, 140.

151, David. 170!

DAVID:
It should

have a vertical reach

of about 250 feet.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

QUINN:
What is that?

Is that my phone?

ADAM:
David,

I think I lost signal.

DAVID:
What do you mean

you lost signal?

ADAM:
The call's

interrupting the Wi-Fi.

Who could possibly

be calling you right now?

Everyone you know

is standing right here!

ADAM:
It's not

connecting, David.

DAVID:
Guys,

it's not responding!

It's not responding.

CHRIS:
I don't

see it anymore!

ADAM:
It's gone.

It's dropping!

DAVID:
Guys, run!

QUINN:
Which way do I go?

Which way?

DAVID:
Go! Quinn, run!

QUINN:
Oh, sh*t!

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(MACHINE CRASHING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(CROWS CAWING)

(PANTING)

The experiment

was a complete success.

Thank you for your

consideration, MIT.

KATHY:
Christina, I need you

to put that laundry away.

CHRIS:
Yes.

I will do it later, I promise.

David's daily ritual.

Checking for

the letter, day 37.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(CHRIS LAUGHING)

Quinn. Yeah, it came.

No, I don't know if I got

in yet, but it's really...

It's big.

All right, well,

come over then. Come on!

CHRIS:
Go show her.

David, go show her.

Christina, I need you

to put that laundry away.

Yeah, I will.

And I'm not gonna

tell you again. Oh, good.

Can you see this stain here?

No, Mom...

I got two

job interviews today.

Mom, look, look. It came.

Oh, my God!

Christina, give me that.

It's a family moment.

ADAM:
Wait for me,

wait for me!

I'm growing a beard, David.

Open it.

Shut up.

Christina, be more supportive.

Okay, I want you to listen.

I want you to know

whatever happens...

Oh, my God.

David...

QUINN:
Shut up.

You shut up.

"On behalf of the admissions

committee, we're delighted

"to inform you...

(ALL SHOUTING EXCITEDLY)

"...that you have

been admitted

"to the MIT class of 2018."

Congratulations!

ADAM:
Yay!

QUINN:
Yo, Adam,

she didn't get into anything.

ADAM:
We're celebrating,

right?

You know, your father

would be so proud of you.

QUINN:
Dude!

KATHY:
David?

What's the matter?

"We've reviewed your request

"and we're pleased

to award you $5,000

in financial aid."

QUINN:
What?

CHRIS:
Wait! What about

the other $40,000?

Mom, how are you

gonna afford that?

QUINN:
Look, dude,

let me see that.

DAVID:
Please, turn that off.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

QUINN:
God, dude,

look at those.

Perfect little tree trunks.

Those legs are like...

LOU:
Good job, David.

Sorry to hear about MIT.

DAVID:
Yes, sir.

QUINN:
I also didn't

get a scholarship

to MIT, Dr. Lou.

Also didn't sprout

wings and fly.

Still a few scholarships

left, David.

DAVID:
I'll look into

those, sir. Thank you.

QUINN:
Yo, just

pretend it's not me.

If you could say one thing

to MIT, what would it be?

Um, this is stupid.

QUINN:
Wrong answer, dude.

You know what?

Maybe you don't want to go.

I do wanna go.

Dude, I think these nuggets

were frozen before

Obama was elected.

QUINN:
David, prove it.

Prove that you wanna go.

How am I gonna prove

that I wanna go to MIT?

How about for a free ride,

every day, your mom shows up

and publicly hands

you your fungal medication?

Only if your mom

does the application.

You know what I mean?

ADAM:
Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah.

QUINN:
What if

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