The Time Machine Page #3

FILBY:

Thank you, Mrs. Watchett.

A faint, nervous smile is her acknowledgement and

with that she retreats toward the door.

DR. HILLYER (indicating the

note)

What does it say, Filby? What's

wrong?

FILBY:

Nothing really. - George merely says

that if he is not here by eight we're

to begin without him.

Kemp tears the note out of Filby's hand and reads it

hurriedly. Meanwhile, Mrs. Watchett swings the door

open and turns around.

MRS. WATCHETT

Dinner is served, gentlemen!

BRIDEWELL (puts his glass

down)

First sensible thing I've heard all

evening.

He rises and starts for the dining room. The others

follow.

FILBY, HILLYER & KEMP - MOVING SHOT 8

As they walk toward the DINING ROOM.

FILBY:

This is peculiar. He is usually very

prompt, precise and punctual.

DR. HILLYER

He's making fools of us by inviting

us here and then not showing up.

It's not the behavior of a gentleman.

KEMP:

To say nothing of the waste of

time.

DR. HILLYER (agreeing)

To say nothing of the waste of

time.

Bridewell, already seated at the heavily laden dining

table, pours a glass of wine for himself while the

others settle down. This time the chair at the head

of the table is conspicuously unoccupied.

BRIDWELL (arises, lifting

his glass)

One thing I will say for George, he

keeps the best cellar in the south of

England...and Mrs. Watchett is the

finest cook in the world. - I think

I'll drink to that!

The glass barely touches his lips as he freezes at

the SOUND OF DROPPING TRAYS and a PIERCING SCREAM.

All look in the direction of another door across

the room.

THE DOOR - FULL SHOT 9

It bursts inward and Mrs. Watchett, her hair flying,

dashes down the steps panic-stricken into the room.

The CAMERA RUSHES with her to the table where the

men have come to their feet. Clutching Filby's arm,

she points toward the long corridor now revealed by

the open door.

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