A Wrinkle in Time Page #2

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CHARLES WALLACE:
I knew

it was you! Come on in.

WOMAN:
Wow! Talk about

a dark and stormy night.

Are those

Mrs. Buncombe's sheets?

WOMAN:
(CHUCKLES) Maybe.

Excuse me.

Oh, aren't you dazzling!

You must be Dr. Murry.

MRS. MURRY:
Yes. And...

WOMAN:
Your house is so warm.

You've done a wonderful job

keeping the darkness out.

(QUIETLY) Mom. Mom!

- Do you want me to call 911?

- (BELL JINGLES)

Well, almost all the darkness.

You must be Meg.

How... How do you

know my name?

CHARLES WALLACE:

Because I told her.

Guys, calm down.

Don't worry.

She's my friend.

Call me Mrs. Whatsit.

Mrs. Who?

No, Mrs. Whatsit.

Mrs. Who is...

She's, like,

a billion years older

and way more

knowledgeable.

What can I do for you,

Mrs. Whatsit?

CHARLES WALLACE:

I caught her stealing sheets.

Guys, she's harmless.

You're six. Come on.

What do you know

about harmless?

CHARLES WALLACE:

Have I ever been wrong?

One of these days, you

might be, Charles Wallace.

MRS. WHATSIT:

Oh, I highly doubt that.

He's one of the greatest minds

in recent history.

He's prodigious.

But of course, we can't take

any credit for our talents.

It's how we use them

that counts.

MRS. MURRY:
Okay, then.

The thing is...

we don't know you,

and it's late, so...

Oh, is it?

I'm terrible with time.

Mrs. Which

usually handles that.

MRS. MURRY:
Uh... Right.

Um...

The thing is, uh...

the kids need

to get to bed...

so if you don't mind

visiting some other time.

Oh, of course I will.

I just wanna tell you

one thing before I go.

I want you to know

that no matter what happens...

you and your husband achieved

something truly extraordinary.

What are you

talking about?

Just that there really is

such a thing

as a tesseract.

What?

A tesseract?

That's what I said.

Tesseract.

MEG:
Is... Is this

some kind of joke?

Did Veronica

put you up to this?

(SIGHS) You really don't

trust easily, do you?

Hmm.

Charles Wallace,

I'm not sure about Meg.

Give her a chance.

Okay.

You're the boss.

I better run.

Ah! Wild nights are my glory.

MEG:
Never do that again.

Never let anyone in the house

without our permission.

And please stop talking

to strangers.

CHARLES WALLACE:
I don't

talk to them, they talk to me.

MEG:
Doesn't mean

you have to answer.

CHARLES WALLACE:
Now,

that's just bad manners, Meg.

MEG:
(SIGHS) Charles Wallace.

Hey, buddy!

How's it going?

MAN:
I'm cool.

Hello, princess.

CHARLES WALLACE:
See?

Told ya.

MEG:
(SIGHS)

Yeah, be yourself.

Don't be like me.

CALVIN:
What's wrong

with being like you?

You have a pretty good arm.

Veronica.

Direct hit.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hi. I'm Charles Wallace,

Meg's brother.

- You're Calvin, aren't you?

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