Time After Time

Mind your step, Jenny.

Don't you worry none about me.

I can hold me gin.

I'm right as rain.

Ta-ta, love.

Mind how you go.

- Evening.

- Good evening.

- It's a raw night, isn't it?

- Yes. Raw.

- You'll ruin them fine clothes.

- Would you like this?

Come straight to the point,

don't you, love?

Well, my place is right along here.

No.

There.

We are in a hurry, aren't we?

Come on, then.

Come along.

Oh, right you are, sir.

Wouldn't want to break it.

Wow. That's lovely.

We got our own band.

Come on, then.

I'm hot and getting colder,

if you take my meaning.

- What's your name, dearie?

- John.

John.

John.

Oh, John.

Oh, John.

John.

John.

But my friends all call me Jack.

Will The Gazette continue

with your pieces on free love, H.G.?

Free love sells newspapers.

Gentleman, the Fleet Street Casanova.

Here, here.

I've got my little experiments

to pay for.

You're the hero of the working class.

Free love is all they can afford.

Oh, Lord.

Don't start him on socialism.

We'll have to listen

to a sermon on it.

Don't call it a sermon. You know

I don't believe in organized religion.

Socialism is the path man must tread

on the way to a utopian society.

We've heard all that. What's this

great announcement we're here for?

- A cure for gravity?

- I want to wait until we're all here.

Who's missing?

- Dr. Stevenson is here.

- Thank you. Send him in.

- Good evening, John.

- Herbert.

- Good evening.

- Hello.

We'd begun to despair. Have you dined?

There's still roast beef.

Thank you, no. Perhaps a little brandy

to take away the chill.

I'm sorry I missed supper, but

a physician's hours are not his own.

- Gentlemen.

- Good health.

Cheers.

What has Herbert left for me tonight?

Chess must wait.

You're just in time for the surprise.

Isn't he, H.G.?

The great big whatever-it-is?

- Am I?

- I was waiting for you.

- I am all attention.

- Very well.

Gentlemen, I have called you here

tonight to bid you farewell.

- Farewell?

- Where are you going?

- Another holiday in Scotland?

- No. No, I am traveling...

...but I'm not leaving London.

I don't expect to leave my laboratory.

- Riddles again.

- Gentlemen.

I am talking about traveling

through time.

In a machine constructed

for that very purpose.

What?

- Poppycock.

- Why?

Electric light, courtesy of Edison,

a modern Prometheus.

Good heavens. You were really serious.

I don't believe it. You've actually

built the bloody thing.

- Free love paid for most of it.

- I've no doubt.

I didn't think practical jokes

was in your line.

Twelve years ago, an engineer used

the sun to power a printing press.

My time machine

uses the same power source.

- You can't be serious.

- This thing is propelled by sunshine?

This cup catches

the rays of the sun...

...converting its heat

to electricity here.

Electricity does the rest. Juxtaposing

fields of energy creating friction.

The result is an ever-increasing

series of reactions...

...that literally rotates the machine

out of one time sphere into another.

Cruising speed is two years per

minute. Go into the past or future.

Two years per minute?

Acceleration keeps the machine and

occupant outside all time spheres...

...conscious, but vaporized.

- How do you determine direction?

West, you gain yesterdays.

East, you accumulate tomorrows.

Balderdash!

Go north, you get to Glasgow.

The machine is designed

with several safety features.

The reversal rotation lock returns

the machine to its starting date...

...after the completion of a voyage.

If the occupant is injured

during a flight...

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