Clockstoppers
By Rob Hedden and Andy Hedden
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Seventeen-year-old Zak Gibbs knows how to work the system. With a little creativity, an old, thrown-out typewriter can become a "Crash Proof Word Processor" and get him $25 closer to driving his dream car. But when notices a watch in a junk box from his physicist father's workbench, he has no idea what a real treasure he's found.
At the push the timepiece sends him into "hypertime," a state of super-fast movement that makes everyone else appear frozen. Zak has fun with his new ability to play pranks without being seen and impress his aloof crush, Francesca. But the situation soon turns serious when his father is kidnapped by the ruthless creators of the top secret device. Now Zak's battling the clock to protect his family...and save the world from an invisible foe.
Rob Hedden
Rob Hedden is a writer, director and producer for both film and television. Starting on the TV series McGyver, he has written for many shows, including The Twilight Zone, and wrote Jason Takes Manhattan for the Friday The 13th franchise. He lives in California.
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Clockstoppers - Rob Hedden
CLOCKSTOPPERS
CLOCKSTOPPERS
A novelization By ROB HEDDEN and ANDY HEDDEN
Based on the story ROB HEDDEN & ANDY HEDDEN
and J. DAVID STEM & DAVID N. WEISS
Screenplay by ROB HEDDEN and J. DAVID STEM & DAVID N. WEISS
SIMON PULSE
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First Simon Pulse edition March 2002
™ & copyright © 2002 by Paramount Pictures and Viacom International Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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The Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2002100291
ISBN: 0-7434-4222-9
eISBN: 978-1-451-60416-0
FOREWORD
Clockstoppers was born from the mind of a seven-year-old. While on vacation one summer, my eldest son Ryan sat in the backseat of our rental car, rambling on about the exploits of a character named Professor Idiot
as he ignored the scenery outside. I asked him on what TV show he’d seen this professor. I made him up,
he answered, adding that his imaginary character invented all kinds of wacky things.
The name stuck in my head, and maybe six months later, my brother Andy and I collaborated on a story about a professor, his son, and an invention called a molecular accelerator.
Six years and plenty of rewrites down the road, Clockstoppers has been made into a motion picture. While the name Professor Idiot
was changed along the way, the original inspiration survived intact.
Besides thanking Ryan, we will always be indebted to science teacher John Wilkerson and the students at Thurston Middle School in Laguna Beach, California, for allowing us to pick their brains during the research phase. We also offer our grateful thanks to the talented writers who contributed to the final shooting script, as well as the filmmakers who brilliantly brought it to life, especially our good friend, director Jonathan Frakes.
—Rob Hedden
CLOCKSTOPPERS
ONE
The large clock appeared to be broken, its second hand stopped at thirteen seconds past the hour. It had a plaque beneath it with two words: LOS ANGELES.
It wasn’t the only timepiece on display inside the Bradley Terminal at Los Angeles International Airport, which for some reason was eerily silent. New York, London, Paris, Moscow—every time zone across the globe was represented. And just like Los Angeles, every single one was frozen in time.
Suddenly all the clocks began to tick in perfect synchronicity. At the same moment, the din of travelers rushing to make their flights flooded the terminal. High heels clicked over the shiny marble floor. Luggage wheels clattered onto escalators. Time had abruptly resumed.
Dr. Earl Dopler was among the throng, pushing his way through the International Departures terminal to the ticket counter. Barely thirty and arguably a genius, the bearded, longhaired man in the crumpled Hawaiian shirt looked more like a surfer than a scientist. Dopler nervously glanced upward at the clocks through his sunglasses, struggling to keep his frayed duffel from sliding off his shoulder.
Dopler was in more of a rush than most, with good reason. He had something that powerful people wanted. He glanced backwards constantly, as if they were not far behind.
I’m sorry, sir, but the two o’clock to Costa Rica is completely booked,
said the clean-cut airline ticket agent with a plastered-on smile.
Come on, man, you can stick me in cargo!
barked Dopler, loud enough for everyone in line to hear.
The agent calmly entered keystrokes into his terminal. I could put you on the eight-oh-five,
he offered with the identical smile.
Not if I’m dead you can’t.
Dopler hurried off, wiping his long blond hair off his sweaty forehead as he sprinted toward the departure gates.
BEEEEEEP.
A burly security officer blocked Dopler as he blew through the metal detector and set off the alarm.
Please empty your pockets and pass through again, sir,
ordered the imposing officer.
Seeing that it was fruitless to argue, Dopler quickly emptied his pockets. Loose change and a miniature 8-ball
key ring fell into the plastic tray. He rushed through again.
BEEEEEEP.
Dopler sighed, doing a quick back step. He threw an anxious glance over his shoulder and then quickly unstrapped his wristwatch.
At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary dive watch with a Day-Glo yellow bezel. On closer inspection, one could see that the brand name had been replaced with the initials QT,
framed within an elaborate futuristic logo.
Dopler passed through the scanner again. No alarm this time. He quickly scooped up his watch and launched toward the gates.
Sir, you forgot your keys!
called the officer.
Keep ’em!
Dopler yelled back, without breaking stride.
He made it to gate 43B, where an electronic display above the counter confirmed it was flight 1433 to Costa Rica, scheduled to depart on time. Dopler scoped out the sardine-packed waiting area. He spotted an empty seat beside a balding middle-aged tourist in a loud hibiscus-print shirt. Dopler slid into it, caught his breath, and quickly made the man an offer.
Care to sell your ticket?
Are you nuts?
uttered the balding guy.
"Look, man, I need a vacation real bad, pleaded Dopler, unable to stop fidgeting.
I’ll pay you double for it."
My wife’s waited her whole life for this trip,
countered the tourist, more than a little incensed.
Dopler glanced at the man’s frazzled wife, who was doing her best to entertain their three-year-old boy and twin baby girls. Dopler sympathized with her, but his life was on the line. He quickly unzipped a pouch on his duffel and pulled out a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills. He stuffed them into the tourist’s hands.
Ya think she can wait a little bit longer?
The tourist gazed at the fistful of cash, easily double the amount he was spending on their entire trip.
One minute later, Dopler was standing in the boarding line with a ticket firmly in his grasp. He did his best to block out the sobbing of the tourist’s wife as they left the airport with their twins and screaming toddler. Dopler glanced at his QT wristwatch, praying the seconds would pass more quickly. He fumbled for a roll of antacids from his shirt pocket and downed half of them. He was now only one step away from handing over his boarding pass and stepping onto the 737. Dopler tried to control his breathing and his thudding heart. He was actually going to get away.
Two seconds later, people began yelling behind him.
Dopler turned with dread, just in time to see the impossible. Travelers and their luggage were being knocked over like bowling pins by an invisible force … rolling directly toward him.
Completely freaked, Dopler instinctively reached for his watch.
As if by magic, right before his eyes, it vanished off his wrist.
Dopler let that register for a scant second before bolting ahead in line, his hand outstretched with the boarding pass like a relay runner passing off a baton. As the flight attendant reached to take it, the pass disappeared from his hand in a blink.
Dopler’s jaw barely had time to drop before he felt himself being yanked backwards, as if by powerful ghosts. He screamed futilely as his tennis shoes screeched across the slick terminal floor at an impossible velocity. To all who observed, Dopler was barely visible. After all, he was moving in excess of three hundred miles per hour.
The speeding blur that was Dopler streaked out of the terminal and slammed into a waiting gray van. As the door magically slid shut, the same QT logo as on Dopler’s watch came into view on the van’s side.
Dopler panted hard inside the vehicle. He gazed around to find he was alone. He lunged for the doors, but they were electronically locked. He was a prisoner.
The van abruptly began to vibrate with a low whirr.
Dopler knew what this meant. He forced himself to turn around.
Henry Gates was now seated opposite him, having materialized out of thin air.
Well, if it isn’t the famous Dr. Dopler,
said Gates, with feigned pleasantness.
Gates had a jaw that didn’t look like it would break, no matter how hard you slugged him. He was in his late thirties and striking, with steel-edged cheekbones and a weathered face that had seen military duty. Gates wore a slick gray business suit that matched his eyes.
You know, you’re never going to win employee of the month if you keep running off like this,
Gates said coolly. He grabbed Dopler’s long sandy hair and yanked it hard. It was a wig, covering short brown hair matted with perspiration. Gates then ripped off Dopler’s fake beard, taking some skin with it.
Oww!
cried the scientist, jerking his head in pain.
Dopler now noticed that Gates was not alone. Sitting behind