Time After Time Page #3

Now, look...

Terrorists carried out their threat

and began shooting...

... the first five of 106 Israeli

schoolchildren held hostage...

You haven't gone forward, Herbert.

You've gone back.

We've just received word that

Mayor Margolin of Columbus was shot.

We don't belong here.

On the contrary...

...I belong here completely

and utterly.

I'm home.

It's you who do not belong here.

You, with your absurd notions of a

perfect and harmonious society. Drivel.

The world has caught up

and surpassed me.

Ninety years ago, I was a freak.

Today, I'm an amateur.

You go back. The future isn't

what you thought. It's what I am.

Do you know that you can

purchase a rifle? It's legal.

- These people encourage...

- Stop it!

It's catching, isn't it?

Violence.

You finding me is rather fortuitous.

For me, that is.

Otherwise, I'd be obliged

to search for you.

Are you going to give it to me?

- I have no idea what you mean.

- Of course you do.

I'm talking about the key.

I can't have you following me for

eternity, like the Flying Dutchman.

Give me the key and we'll be quits.

IKey? I don't have it with me.

I've played countless games

of chess with you...

...and the one thing

you cannot do is bluff.

I want that key.

Oh, God.

Maid.

Seor.

Stevenson.

Is he okay?

I beg your pardon.

Just a moment, please.

Yes?

I'm looking for a patient

recently admitted.

- Name?

- John Leslie Stevenson.

- Not here.

- They told me he'd be here.

- This is San Francisco Hospital?

- Not here under that name. Next.

- He just arrived. A motorcar hit him.

- A motorcar?

- Pardon?

- A car.

Yes, a car.

He's a tall, flaxen-haired,

distinguished-Iooking Englishman.

Just a minute, please.

Sorry. An accident victim matching

your description died 20 minutes ago.

- We had him listed as John Doe.

- Died?

Impossible. I saw him sitting

up after the accident.

His chart says, "internal injuries."

It happens that way sometimes.

Wait. May I see the body?

Are you family? Are you a relative?

- He doesn't have any relatives.

- I'm sorry.

- Wait a minute, please.

- Excuse me.

O-R-A-J.

Gloriosky.

- Oh.

- Hello.

You'll let me take you to lunch.

Hello. What did you say?

I said, lunch on me.

What do you say?

Oh, well...

Just let me get my things.

That is what you had in mind?

- Certainly, if you like.

- Wait right there.

All set. Where to?

Well, it's your city.

I'll leave it up to you.

I know, something with a view.

Don't worry, it's safe. We haven't had

any trouble since the big one in 1906.

Big one?

The earthquake. Don't you know?

You haven't done your reading.

- It leveled the whole shebang.

- The shebang?

I see.

Delicious. Far superior to that

Scottish place where I breakfasted.

- Scottish?

- MacDougall's.

- What about your friend?

- Friend?

Dr. Stevenson.

He wasn't exactly my friend.

We had a falling out.

I won't be seeing him again.

I like that suit. Is that what they're

wearing in London?

It was when I left.

Are you from London? Everyone

I meet from England is from London.

Sorry, what were you saying?

I was asking if you're from London.

I have some friends there.

I thought you might know them.

I realize it's a big city.

Anyway, their name is Phillips.

He works for Coca-Cola. Any chance?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Ah, yes.

You probably move

in different circles.

Are you a scientist or something?

Whatever makes you say that?

Just a hunch.

You give me the impression of

someone who's cloistered away...

...in a library, doing research

and never reads the newspaper.

I used to write for a newspaper.

The Pall Mall Gazette.

Really? Shows how much I know.

You're a reporter?

I wrote articles on whatever struck

my fancy. Social issues, mainly.

The last thing I did was a series

on free love.

Free love?

I haven't heard that term

since the eighth grade.

Tell me something.

Did you think it was forward of me

to invite you to lunch like this?

- Do you often...?

- Invite strange men to lunch? No.

But it's not often that a strange man

turns me on.

Or a strange woman.

I didn't mean to imply I was a dyke.

- A dyke?

- Sorry, lesbian.

I like my sex straight.

It's just that I go for months without

meeting anybody who does it for me.

A lot of people,

like my friend Carol...

I won't gossip,

but a lot of people can sleep around.

Not me. I really have to like the guy.

Otherwise, it's just no go.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't say that

right off the bat.

It's not Women's Lib.

I just get nervous.

When I get nervous,

I tend to babble.

- Do I make you nervous?

- Yes.

- You do, sort of.

- Why?

Because I like you.

You ought to see the Golden Gate.

What's that?

You're kidding.

How'd you decide to come here?

Stick a pin in a map or something?

- The Golden Gate.

- The Golden Gate.

- Want to drive across it?

- Oh, is it for motorcars?

R stands for "reverse,"

and D stands for "drive."

The right pedal causes us to accelerate

while the left retards our speed.

Of course. Honestly, Herbert, you act

like you've never been in a car before.

Nonsense, I was in one this morning.

You've a very good driver.

Damn straight. My husband used

to drive in stock car rallies.

He taught me good.

- What are you thinking about?

- A brave new world with such people.

- May I ask you a question?

- Sure.

You mentioned your husband.

My ex. Yeah, I was married

for a while, when I was very young.

We met during an antiwar

demonstration.

- The Second World War.

- What? How old do you think I am?

Oh, I'm sorry. The Third World War?

The Vietnam War.

Vietnam.

It's just that he wanted me to give up

work and have children.

The housewife routine.

Not for me.

He never took my ambitions seriously.

What about you? You married?

I wouldn't be here if I were.

Well, that's nice.

A lot of guys...

It's no big deal.

I like that.

I'm also divorced,

for similar reasons.

- She wanted you to be a housewife?

- She wanted me to be routine.

Well, that is one thing

you definitely are not.

First I thought it was your voice

or your clothes.

Now, I don't know.

Maybe it's that "little boy lost"

quality you give off.

- Brings out my maternal instincts.

- You're very perceptive.

Lost is what I am.

No.

Herbert.

It's only a movie.

I hate all that violence.

Did you ever see Red Shoes?

I really got off on that.

Careers.

It's 6:
00.

Do you have plans for tonight?

I haven't made any.

- Are you tired of me yet?

- No, not in the least.

Great.

How about I cook you dinner?

I don't live very far from here.

- It's not too much trouble?

- I'm half Italian. I love to cook.

- What about the other half?

- Norwegian. Norwegians love to eat.

What on earth is that?

Isn't it incredible? They built it

for the Pan-American Expo of 1914.

Somehow, it's still standing.

I love living next to it.

Come on, I'll give you the cook's tour.

I bet you don't have anything

like this in London.

- You've never seen the Albert Hall.

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