TIME STARTS NOW
CASE DIAMETER:
39.5mm
CASE TYPE:
Brushed 316L SS case
CASE HEIGHT:
12mm
CASE LENGTH:
48mm (top lug to bottom lug)
MOVEMENT:
Soprod P024 hacking automatic movement w/ 38-hour power reserve
STRAP:
Black leather rallye strap
Lug Width (strap size):
20mm
WATER RESISTANT:
5ATM
Double Domed Acrylic Crystal
C3 Super-Luminova numerals, dial markers and (hour + min) hands lume.
Assembled in the USA
In the 1960’s BENRUS released the original Series #3061 watches - a civilian variation on the military issued DTU-2AP field watch.
To experience the BENRUS Series #3061 reissue in cinematic form, check out "Time Starts Now," an “expanded universe sequel” created by Worn & Wound, putting the new watch into the context of the streets of San Francisco, on the wrist of a deserving, and well-dressed, new protagonist.
FADE IN:
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO PIER - AFTERNOON
With a look of both confusion and anticipation, THE DETECTIVE glances down at his WATCH… waiting. It’s almost 4:40 now and his source still hasn't arrived. Despite the stunning vista behind him, his mind is on the task at hand. This information exchange was bound to crack the case wide open. The SOUND of seagulls in the distance begins to grow.
THE DETECTIVE
(to himself)
C’mon already…
He checks his watch, a BENRUS SERIES #3061, once again. Its sweeping white painted hand with a red triangle tip indicates that only mere seconds had passed since the last time he looked. He scans the horizon one last time. The BUZZ of his phone breaks the building tension.
THE DETECTIVE (finally)
I’m exactly where we agreed to meet. I was even early.
THE SOURCE (V.O)
Change of plans.
THE DETECTIVE
It doesn’t work that way.
Its sweeping white painted hand with a red triangle tip indicates that only mere seconds had passed since the last time he looked.
THE SOURCE (V.O)
I’ll be at The Mark room 821
for exactly 15 more minutes.
Meet me here now or you’ll
never hear from me again.
The line goes dead. He pockets the phone, checks the time: 4:42.
THE DETECTIVE
(to himself)
Time starts now…
He bursts into a full sprint. He knows the spot well. He also knows that he’ll be cutting it close. Too close
CUT TO:
EXT. MARK HOPKINS HOTEL - AFTERNOON
The traffic is heavy. The Mark Hopkins is busy. The DOORMAN is occupied. THE DETECTIVE leaps from the cab and hurries up the driveway toward the steps leading to the revolving doors. He grabs hold of the brass handrail to pull himself quickly up the short flight. Its shiny, well-worn surface is in stark contrast to the brushed finish of his watch’s case. He quickly notes the time mid-stride. The tip of the syringe-style minute hand is already past 5:03.
THE DETECTIVE
(to himself)
I’m too late.
A few minutes later, he exits The Mark dejected. His source was long gone. It’s over. Now what?
EXT. APARTMENT ON CORNER OF TAYLOR AND CLAY - DUSK
THE DETECTIVE exits his apartment and wanders almost aimlessly to the market across the street, thinking perhaps a little caffeine will help conjure his next move. The coffee helps. The city seems quiet. Too quiet. This time, the BUZZ of his phone breaks the silence.
CUT TO:
THE SOURCE (V.O)
You were late.
THE DETECTIVE
Let’s not go there. What
happened to never hearing
from you again?
THE SOURCE (V.O)
I changed my mind. This time,
how ‘bout I find you… Chinatown.
THE DETECTIVE
There’s a red door on Spofford.
I’ll be there shortly. No more
changing plans.
THE SOURCE (V.O)
Fine.
CUT TO:
EXT. CHINATOWN - EVENING
He darts between traffic just as the RESTAURANT CROWD
is lining up for seats at the numerous noodle joints. Ducking down a quiet alley, he slings his brown, linen chore coat over his shoulder. Despite its inherent breathability, the sprint renders his navy, cashmere turtleneck adequately warm as the cool San Franciscan evening winds start sweeping in.
We see he’s replaced the watch’s black, perforated leather rallye strap with a forest green mil-spec single pass. It reminds him of his time overseas and it’s the same color as a car he once had. He quietly wanders up to the aforementioned red door. It is the kind that rolls down to protect a storefront at night. He rests his shoulder blades against it and slowly glances down at his watch one last time.
Its triangle hour markers, topped off with ample C3 SuperLuminova, are beginning to do their thing. In the background, the SOUND of an uproarious game of Pai Gow echoes throughout the alleyway. It’s obvious that a certain PLAYER is taking all the winnings. Letting out a barely-audible sigh, THE DETECTIVE leans his head back, briefly closing his eyes.
THE DETECTIVE
I hope this gamble pays off.
This time, he’d need to get the full story from her.
FADE OUT.
