(Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is precision! You think your "art" is better because it’s messy? This watch belonged to a man who crossed the Atlantic. It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking.
A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]
[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.]
And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens.
[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose.
(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance.
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats.
(Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is precision! You think your "art" is better because it’s messy? This watch belonged to a man who crossed the Atlantic. It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking.
A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]
[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.]
And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens.
[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose.
(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance.
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats.
