The Adam Project

["Gimme Some Lovin'" by The Spencer Davis Group]

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What are you doing, Captain?

I think it's pretty obvious. I'm stealing this jet.

I think it's pretty obvious you're trying to.

- You know I can track your jump. - Yeah, but you know that I know that.

So one of us doesn't know something else, right?

Ma'am, he's initiated wormhole sequencing.

Adam, I want you to listen very carefully.

If you don't abort right now, I will shoot you out of the--

I'm sorry to interrupt what I'm sure is gonna be a scary threat,

but if I'm right, your tracking system is about to…

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- Okay, let's not die! -

Adam!

I'm gonna kill you!

Reed!

- - Oh!

Oh no. I'm so sorry.

That's my bad. Hi.

- No. - Okay. Bye!

Reed! Get your ass back here.

Ow!

- Got anything else you wanna say? - Actually, I--

- - Huh? No more jokes?

- Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this. - Who talks like that?

Did you order, like, a "Bully Starter Kit" on Amazon or somethin'?

I mean, do you even hear yourself? Chuck, we talked about this.

- I didn't say anything. - Shut up, Chuck.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

There will be an assembly in the gymnasium now.

Please proceed to the gymnasium.

Not a word.

- - Mrs. Reed--

See his face?

And, what, you're gonna suspend Adam? Because what?

You think he started a fight with that thug Ray?

Was it Ray Dollarhyde again?

It's barely been a year since we lost his father.

You could show some compassion.

It wasn't my fault.

I know you, Adam. I know that mouth of yours.

I know exactly what got you punched.

He was giving me crap in front of the whole class.

- I couldn't just take it. - He's twice your size.

Everyone is twice my size. I've seen babies bigger than me.

- I don't understand you. - Dad would.

What's going on, honey? Can you just tell me?

If I keep having to leave work in the middle of the day,

I'm gonna lose my job.

It's the third time you've been suspended for fighting.

You'd think I'd be better at it by now.

This goes on your permanent record. Get that? Care about your future?

Do you?

Son, you'd better start caring, because the future is coming,

sooner than you think.

Hey, Adam.

Adam, I'm headed out.

Come and have your dinner.

Where you goin'?

Oh, just out to dinner with a friend.

Which friend?

- His name's Derek. We work together. - You're goin' on a date.

- Not a date. I don't think it's a date. - Your dress thinks it is.

Oh, it is a date. I am going on a date. Why am I going on a date?

Can we please stop saying "date" now? Thanks.

Adam, I'm sorry. We… we should have spoken about this.

I don't know how to handle it. Let's talk about it now.

- Dear God, no. - No! You can have any kind of feeling.

- It's normal. As long as we're a team-- -

Oh! Time to go.

He texted me?

Well, look at that.

It's a whole new world.

- But we will talk about it tonight, honey. - Mom, wait.

- What? - Turn around.

- Make good choices, okay? - Said the boy who got suspended.

I love you, honey.

I love you too, Mom. More than I know.

Listen, while I'm out, lock up the back.

No ovens, no answering the door, no video games.

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Hawking?

What is it? You see something?

- - Hawking, stop! Hawking!

Hawking!

Whoa!

- - Oh my God. You scared the crap out of me.

- - Who's there?

I don't think we should be out here.

We're okay.

- - Hawking!

Take it easy.

- Or, you know, fall down and scream. -

- Jeez. Who the hell are you? - Put the bat down.

Put the bat down. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise.

- What are you doing in here? - Mostly bleeding.

Wait, how old are you?

- What? - How old are you?

Twelve.

Twelve…

Shit!

- How did you get in my dad's garage? - I… It was open.

No, it wasn't. And that is a flight suit. Are you a pilot?

Yeah. Yeah, listen to me. Uh--

Don't-- Hey, don't call anyone. Put the phone down. I won't hurt you.

You said that already.

- Well, it bears-- God damn it! -

Uh, it bears repeating.

- - That's a lot of blood.

Well… well, I have so much more in my body. Where's your mother?

On a date.

With who?

- What? - With who? What's his name?

- I don't know. Derek? - Derek?

Derek. Derek, Derek, Derek.

That's, yes, the guy with the, um… with the mouth mullet.

- The goatee? - Yeah.

So say goatee.

- Yeah, he doesn't matter. - None of them matter.

Oh, uh…

Nice dog.

I'm gonna go inside the house.

I'm gonna get some stuff.

Hey, careful with that.

- Stay here. -

Come on.

Ah…

Told you to stay in the garage.

And let some creepy dude just wander around my house alone?

- Yeah… - I don't think so.

Yeah, believe me. I don't wanna be here any more than you want me here.

I just gotta stop bleeding long enough.

Gotta dress the wound, prevent a nasty infection,

and I will be on my merry way.

Don't touch that.

- I was just looking. - Don't touch my stuff.

- Is this a lightsaber? - No, it's not.

- Okay. - No. Enough with the bat!

- - If I wanted to hurt you, I would have.

If I'm being honest with myself, you have a very punchable face.

- Oh my-- - God! That--

Gah! That bullet went straight through. Good.

- Cool. - Wait, wait, wait. Bullet? You were shot?

Yeah-- No, actually, no.

No, I was stabbed with a bullet. What do you think, you moron?

- I'm a moron? You're the one who was shot. - All right, okay, that's it.

- - That… Wow… That, uh…

That's weird. It farts when I cough.

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- Gross. - Super gross.

I'm gonna go upstairs, grab some stuff. Stay cool. You can trust me.

Easy for you to say. I'm the one who ends up in a therapist's office,

telling them about where the bad man touched me.

Oh God! That's where you go? Immediately? You are dark, man.

- Who even are you? - That is classified.

Why are you here?

- Also classi… classified. - Are you in the air force?

When I say "classified," what does your brain hear? Chocolate?

- What's with the lightsaber? - It's not a lightsaber.

Jesus Christ, Adam.

- I need you to play it cool. - Wait.