The Time Machine Page #2

WALTER KEMP, a middle aged man with keen (c)

black piercing eyes, angrily chews on

his Havana.

Filby fidgets uncomfortably in his chair (d)

as

Hillyer glances impatiently at his (e)

watch, comparing time with a GRAND-

FATHER CLOCK behind him, then snaps

it shut and glares at:

EMPTY CHAIR - MED. SHOT 5

Conspicuously unoccupied.

GRANDFATHER CLOCK - CLOSE SHOT 6

Reaching the hour of eight, it begins to STRIKE ITS

YELLOW CHIMES. Other timepieces JOIN IN the announce-

ment.

GROUPSHOT 7

The men look at each other until the CHIMES, BELLS

ETC. FADE away. Dr. Hillyer angrily slaps on the

arm of his leather chair.

DR. HILLYER

I say, this is outright rude of the man!

FILBEY:

He's undoubtedly been detained. That's

all.

Bridewell, filling his glass, is trying to say some-

thing but is interrupted by

KEMP (unscrews the cigar from

his tight lips)

This is such a confounded waste of

time! If he's not coming, I've any

number of more important things to do.

All heads turn as Mrs. Watchett enters, closing the

door quietly behind her. With an envelope in her

hand she stands there, hesitating.

DR. HILLYER

Speak up -- what is it, woman?

She is taken aback for a moment, then walks over

to Filby and hands him the open envelope. He

takes his time in extracting the note.

BRIDEWELL:

Well...are we or are we not invited

to dinner?

FILBY (reading)

Apparently we are.

(to Mrs. Watchett)

How long has he been gone?

MRS. WATCHETT (nervously)

I can't rightly say, sir. - Several

days...I hardly catch a glimpse of

him lately. He never leaves the

laboratory and comes out only to

nibble at his meals...but he did tell

me days ago about dinner tonight and

left these instructions.

(pointing to note)

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