The Time Machine Page #5

GROUPSHOT 12

The Time Traveller eats, the men watching him

curiously. Finally Dr. Hillyer leans forward.

DR. HILLYER

Well, can't you speak, man? What

happened to you? Aren't you going

to tell us...

BRIDEWELL:

Leave him alone, can't you?

TIME TRAVELLER (swallowing)

It's all right. - I want to tell.

FILBY:

It will keep, George. Eat, rest a

little.

TIME TRAVELLER:

No! I must tell it now... while I

still remember.

FILBY:

Relax, try to relax a bit. You've

all the time in the world.

CLOSE ON THE TIME TRAVELLER 13

As he looks up, amused.

TIME TRAVELLER:

You're right, David.

(almost to himself)

That's exactly what I have. -

All the time in the world!...

ever since we were all together

five days ago, the last day of

Eighteen Hundred Ninety Nine.

Slowly the CAMERA MOVES IN CLOSER while everyone

listens so intensely that, aside from the Time

Traveller's VOICE, only the TICKING of a pendulum

CLOCK is heard.

SLOWLY DISSOLVE:

INT. - EBONY BOX ON TABLE - CLOSE SHOT (AFTERNOON) 14

(NOTE:
The Slow Dissolve from the previous shot

should give the effect of the Ebony Box

emerging from the Time Traveller's brain.)

TIME TRAVELLER'S VOICE

There in that box rests the result

of two years' labor.

The CAMERA DRAWS BACK to reveal the LIBRARY. The Time

Traveller, wearing casual tweeds and smoking a pipe,

sits in his favorite chair behind the Ebony Box.

Across from him in another chair sits Dr. Hillyer

puffing his cigar. Bridewell and Filby have glasses

in their hands -- Kemp nothing. All are looking at

the box.

TIME TRAVELLER:

(continues)

I wanted to finish the job before

the new century began. - I barely

made it.

BRIDEWELL:

Marvelous.

DR. HILLYER (stands up)

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