Drama | 7.2 210

[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose.

And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens. 7.2 210 Drama

(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. [ELIAS freezes

[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.] And now it’s in a box

A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]

(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be.

I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats.