Berkeley Square Page #4

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Well .. of course, none of us believe

in ghosts in America, but ..

Over here, in these old houses ..

Who said anything about ghosts?

I believe they are alive.

Peter Standish is alive.

Just as I'm living here,

he's living there.

Back in his own time.

Own time?

You mean .. he's still alive

in the 18th Century?

Yes.

But, it's impossible ..

No, no. Look here.

I know what you're going to say.

Perhaps this will help to clear it up.

Suppose you are in a boat ..

sailing down a winding stream.

You watch the banks as they pass you.

You went by a grove of

maple trees upstream.

But you can't see them now, so you

saw them .. in the past, didn't you?

Now you watch a field of clover, before

your eyes, this moment, in the present.

But you don't know what is waiting for

you round the bend in the stream ahead.

There may be wonderful things, but you

can't see them until you round the bend.

In the future .. can you?

No.

Alright now, remember,

you're in the boat.

And I'm up in the sky above you in

a plane. I'm looking down on it all.

I can see it all at once.

So that the past, the present and

the future .. the man in the boat.

Are all one .. to the man in the plane.

Why, doesn't that prove that all

time must really be one?

Time .. real time .. is nothing

but an idea .. in the mind of God.

Well that .. seems a sound argument.

Argument?

How would you like to walk the quiet

streets of London in the 18th Century?

And breathe pure air instead

of the fumes of gasoline.

Ride in sedan chairs instead of

taxi-cabs .. meet John Adams.

Why .. you wouldn't

like it if you got there.

You'd make mistakes, they'd find out.

Oh no they wouldn't.

Here .. here's my passport.

What's that?

His diary .. Peter Standish's diary.

I know everything he did from the

moment he arrived in Berkeley Square.

Of course, naturally I'd have

to do everything that he did.

I mean, I couldn't change

anything in the 18th Century ..

That really had happened

in the 18th Century. Could I?

I'm late .. I must be back by 5:30.

Thanks very much.

Standish, don't ..

Good day, sir.

I am your servant, sir.

At your service, cousin.

Who?

Who are you?

Kate Pettigrew.

Kate ..

Pettigrew ..

On my mother's behalf,

I bid you welcome, sir.

Your mother?

Oh yes, the Lady Ann.

I trust she is well.

I thank you, sir.

It's uh .. it's raining awfully hard.

Oh yes, you will find the weather

wretched in London.

You uh .. seem a little

constrained, cousin.

Well you are not exactly

at your ease yourself.

Had you a tiring journey? You said

nothing of your voyage in your letter.

My letter?

To my mother, from The Blue Boar.

The Blue Boar?

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