
The Time Machine Page #21
As he goes after them to the edge of the flagstones
and calls out angrily.
TIME TRAVELLER:
Stop!
BACK TO ELOI 273
Featuring the Man in White in the f.g. They halt
and stare back. The Time Traveller's voice comes
over like a whip.
TIME TRAVELLER (o.s.)
What are you running from?
None of the Eloi answer.
TOWARD THE SPHINX - FULL SHOT 274
Beyond several Eloi the Time Traveller stands in
the shadow of the white sphinx. He steps slowly
forward onto the lawn, looking around the big
semi-circle of his audience.
TIME TRAVELLER (sharply,
gesturing back toward the panel)
Where have they gone?
(no answer)
What happens to them?
(no answer)
Don't stand there like a fatted
cattle grazing contentedly in lush
pastures. - Answer me! What's
wrong?
There is nothing wrong. It is all
clear.
TIME TRAVELLER:
What do you mean, all clear?
All clear!
TIME TRAVELLER (thinking
rapidly, talking to himself)
Once....in the middle nineteen
hundreds I heard a man...
(it bursts upon him)
The falling bombs!
(to the Man in white
and the crowd)
That's over. Gone. Dead for
hundreds of thousand of years.
There are no more flying machines.
No bombs. No wars!
MAN IN WHITE:
Yes, the rings have told us that
story.
TIME TRAVELLER:
But you didn't listen. You didn't
learn anything. All that is left
is fear...a blind animal fear.
Ages ago men were taught to hide in
the ground when the sirens blew...
taught to run from a raining death...
but those men are dead! And so are
the men who slaughtered them. Don't
you understand?
(looks around pleadingly)
You are slaves of a dead past... You
don't even own your souls. You're
led to slaughter like sheep!
But there is nothing to fear now,
it's all clear.
TIME TRAVELLER:
What about those who went below?
How are they to come back?
He looks ominously at the Time Traveller.
MAN IN WHITE:
They never come back. Nobody can
bring them back.
Unimpressed, the crowd begins to disperse, the Man
Calling after them.
TIME TRAVELLER:
You can try. Won't any of you
even try?
He sees that the situation is hopeless.
TIME TRAVELLER (almost
to himself)
Well, someone has to try!
He runs off.
The Time Traveller running through the forest. (a)
He is laboring up the open hillside. (b)
The Eloi in a semi-circle silently watch. A few (c)
of them hesitantly start after the Time Traveller.
EXT. THE WELL - FULL SHOT - (DAY) 279
Arriving, the Time Traveller pauses to catch his
breath, picks up a piece of wood that could serve
as a torch, then jumps over the wall and starts
to descend.
Over this a faint THROBBING OF MACHINES can be
heard.
SHOOTING INTO SHAFT - HIGH ANGLE 280
The Time Traveller climbs down, gripping the walls
with his hands and feet. The depth beneath him is
dizzying. THROBBING LOUDER.
As the Time Traveller descends, the CAMERA FOLLOWS
him, step after step. The deeper he goes, the darker
it becomes and the THROBBING OF MACHINES INCREASES as
well.
Suddenly a rock gives beneath his weight. He barely
saves himself. Not without fear he pauses to rest,
glancing upward.
FROM THE THROAT OF WELL - LOW ANGLE 282
A couple of the curious Eloi peer downward, watching
the Time Traveller's progress.
A metal ladder affixed to the wall brings him finally
to the opening of a transverse passageway. In almost
complete darkness he steps from the ladder into the
tunnel and pauses to take the piece of wood from his
belt, but decides not to light it. He bends and peers
ahead.
INT. GREAT CAVERN - FULL SHOT 283X1
The Time Traveller emerges onto the bridge in the b.g.,
pausing for a moment to survey the surroundings, then
starts slowly down the staircase carved along the wall.
The gloom is relieved only by puffing smoke and waver-
ing lights, revealing occasionally vague shapes and
grotesque shadows.
(NOTE:
DRIPPING WATER from the walls and THROBBING OFMACHINES punctuate the desolation of this
scene as well as the following sequence.)
CLOSE ON T.T. - MOVING SHOT 283X2
Walking, he notices an opening ahead and cautiously
moves toward:
INT. ENTRANCE TO FEASTING ROOM - FULL SHOT 283X3
At the threshold of this dark, silent cell the T.T.
pauses, then slowly enters. Behind him, across the
cavern, an indistinct figure watches, but quickly
disappears as the T.T. strikes a match. The sight
that the T.T. beholds fills him with revulsion and
horror.
THE FEASTING ROOM - T.T.'S P.O.V. 283X4
This is obviously a feasting place of the Morlocks.
In the flickering light we see stone tables and
scattered around the floor far below the unmistak-
able remains of human bones after the flesh has been
carnivorously picked away.
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