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Time Machine, The (2002)

by John Logan.
Based on the novel by H.G. Wells.
Draft script, February 22, 2000.

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


INT.  COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

Darkness.  Then a sound...

Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...

The familiar sound of chalk writing on a blackboard.

Fade up to see...

A hand zooming across a blackboard at incredible speed,
forming an endless algebraic equation.

Amazingly, when the writer reaches the end of the blackboard
he does not lift the chalk and return to the left side to
begin a new line -- instead he simply loops around and
continues writing, right to left, upside down.

The college students in his class -- all male and dressed in
late Victorian clothes -- smile at this familiar peculiarity
and tilt their heads to try and read the endless equation,
copying furiously into notebooks.

The hand continues to zoom along the blackboard... and then
slows... and then stops... the students wait... the hand taps
the chalk on the blackboard for a moment and we finally
see...

ALEXANDER HARTDEGEN, a handsome young man not much older than
his students, standing at the blackboard.  He is gazing out a
window, looking at a bird on a tree branch.  He smiles.

The students glance to one another.

Alexander remembers himself and turns back to the blackboard,
his hand again flying as:

                    ALEXANDER
          So -- length, width, breadth --
          formulate the area and of course we
          arrive at solid mass.  But imagine
          if we continue the equation as I've
          done -- can't we begin to recognize
          another dimension beyond the first
          three?  I theorize we begin to find
          duration -- the object's place in
          time.  Let's note that as "D"
          here...

Alexander reaches the left side of the blackboard and loops
around again in an unbroken line to continue the equation
from left to right again.

The students are hopelessly lost.  They finally stop copying
and just watch Alexander work, admiring his brilliant
innovation.

Meanwhile, a man watches from the back of the lecture hall. 
He is DAVID PHILBY, Alexander's closest friend, a bit older.

                    ALEXANDER
          ... If we accept the theoretical
          possibility of duration as a fourth
          dimension we find that our equation
          might -- no, that's not right --

He erases some numbers quickly with his hand, sending up a
cloud of chalk dust, he coughs.

                    ALEXANDER
          -- there, that looks more like
          it...

He continues to scribble at lightning speed.  Then...

He begins humming to himself.

The students watch, amused.  Philby smiles.

Alexander finally stops humming and writing.  Steps back and
looks at the equation.  Then he turns to his students.

                    ALEXANDER
          Does this make any sense to you?

The students are confused.  One offers:

                    STUDENT
          Sir, if I may, wouldn't it be
          easier if you applied a Fibonacci
          sequence to the differential
          coefficient?

                    ALEXANDER
              (smiles)
          It's not supposed to be easy, it's
          supposed to be beautiful... All of
          you think about that tonight and
          we'll press on tomorrow.  Good
          afternoon.

The students begin to rise, class over.  They leave the
classroom talking eagerly about Alexander's theories,
inspired.

A sudden new angle: from above we see Alexander going to
Philby, leaving the classroom talking with him.  We are in
the upper balcony of the classroom.  A solitary figure looks
down, watching them.

This new figure is a thin man with pale skin, dry like
parchment.  Somehow ominous.

INT.  COLUMBIA - HALLWAY - DAY

Alexander walks with Philby:

                    ALEXANDER
          ... The point is I know it will
          work once the, um, numbers and such
          are in order.

                    PHILBY
          Do you know you were humming?

                    ALEXANDER
          I was not.

                    PHILBY
          Somewhere around "D+2xy something
          something."

                    ALEXANDER
          Damned if I can keep her out of my
          equations.

                    PHILBY
          Tonight's the night?

                    ALEXANDER
              (checking pocket watch)
          God, and I'm running late --

A PRIM WOMAN appears before them:

                    PRIM WOMAN
          Dr. Hartdegen, Dr. Philby... Dean
          Fulton would like to see you.

Alexander and Philby exchange a look.  Gulp.  They follow the
prim woman.

INT.  COLUMBIA - DEAN FULTON'S OFFICE - DAY

They follow the prim woman, Dean Fulton's secretary, into his
dark, paneled office.

                    PRIM WOMAN
          He's outside.

Alexander and Philby move through the office and out to a
garden courtyard...

EXT.  COLUMBIA - GARDEN COURTYARD - DAY

Oddly, chickens are clucking about the courtyard.

The thin man we saw before, DEAN FULTON, is casually tossing
down feed for the chickens.  With his other hand he carries
an umbrella to protect himself from the sun.  He does not
look up.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Gentlemen, watch your step.

Alexander and Philby stop.  Dean Fulton looks up and smiles,
benevolent.

                    DEAN FULTON
          My fowl have polluted the yard.

                    PHILBY
          Dean Fulton...

Dean Fulton continues to lazily scatter feed for his
chickens.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Dr. Philby, Dr. Hartdegen.  I
          received the most extraordinary
          letter last week.  From a parent. 
          We are always pleased to receive
          letters from parents.  They are our
          employers, after all.  This
          gentleman's son is in your class,
          Dr. Hartdegen.

                    ALEXANDER
              (knows what's coming)
          I see.

                    DEAN FULTON
          As I recall the syllabus the name
          of your tutorial is "Applied
          Mathematics and Engineering", am I
          correct?

                    ALEXANDER
          Exactly correct, sir.

Dean Fulton stops scattering feed and gazes at Alexander with
a smile.  This is an old game between them and they both
rather enjoy it.  To a point.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Well, just as I thought.  Surely
          it's all been a terrible mistake. 
          This parent actually suggested that
          your freshman course in applied
          mathematics has somehow become a
          seminar on theoretical physics!

                    ALEXANDER
          Imagine that.

                    DEAN FULTON
          But I know that none of my faculty
          would ever deviate from the
          assigned curriculum.

                    ALEXANDER
          Well... perhaps I have "deviated"
          the tiniest bit.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Might I ask why?

                    ALEXANDER
          Because the assigned curriculum is
          boring.

Philby groans very quietly.

                    ALEXANDER
          Sir, that curriculum is forty years
          out of date.  The students today
          are looking toward the new century 
          -- they want to be challenged and
          inspired, not spoon-fed dusty old
          equations that have been proved a
          thousand times.  They want to
          explore.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Do they?

Dean Fulton smiles and then begins to scatter feed again.

                    DEAN FULTON
          What are these animals, gentlemen?

Alexander and Philby exchange a look.

                    PHILBY
          Um, your chickens, sir.

Alexander helpfully offers:

                    ALEXANDER
          And roosters.

                    DEAN FULTON
          No, Dr. Hartdegen, they are not
          just chickens and roosters.  They
          are science.  Perhaps they aren't
          "inspiring" to you.  Perhaps they
          don't "challenge" you --

                    ALEXANDER
          No, sir --

                    DEAN FULTON
          Animal husbandry is science, Dr.
          Hartdegen.  I have been breeding
          these fowl for fourteen years.  I
          have filled a library with
          information on their feeding
          patterns, social behavior and
          breeding.  Empirical, exacting,
          quantifiable records.

                    ALEXANDER
          Sir --

Dean Fulton looks up at him, his eyes cold:

                    DEAN FULTON
          "Duration" is not a dimension. 
          Scientists do not imagine the world
          around them.  They do not wool-
          gather or cloud-spin.  They prove. 
          They demonstrate.  Columbia
          University does not teach fantasy.

Philby shoots Alexander a warning look, but Alexander can't
help himself:

                    ALEXANDER
          With respect, sir, would we have
          the telegraph without fantasy? 
          Would we have radium and X-rays
          without someone first dreaming we
          could?

                    DEAN FULTON
          The advances you speak of were the
          result of countless years of study
          and empirical experimentation, a
          careful evolutionary process, not
          chalkboard parlor-tricks.

                    ALEXANDER
          My equations are not parlor-tricks!

                    DEAN FULTON
          Abstract mathematics, relativity of
          dimensions, geometrical "durations"
          -- even allowing for the uses of
          speculation, what is the point?

                    ALEXANDER
          Because it's a new way of seeing
          the world!  Of seeing our place in
          it!

                    PHILBY
          Sir, if I may --

                    DEAN FULTON
              (with finality, to
               Alexander)
          Young man, we have a way of doing
          things here.  Radical theorizing is
          not acceptable.  Have I made myself
          understood?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes, sir.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Very good.  Now if you will excuse
          us for a moment.

Alexander goes back into the office.

                    PHILBY
          If I might explain, sir --

                    DEAN FULTON
          You supported his application, Dr.
          Philby.  You are his senior,
          advisor.  I depend upon you to
          restrain his... excesses.  Any
          repetition of the behavior I
          witnessed in his classroom today
          and there will be consequences for
          you both.

                    PHILBY
          Yes, sir.

                    DEAN FULTON
          Now you are upsetting my fowl. 
          Please go.

Philby extricates himself from a chicken pecking at his shoe
and goes.

                    ALEXANDER (V.O.)
          He's a dinosaur.  He's already
          extinct, he just doesn't know it...

EXT.  STREETCAR - DAY

Alexander and Philby are in an open horse-drawn streetcar,
heading downtown.  Everywhere around them, the massive city
bustles.

New York City at the end of the 19th Century.  It is vibrant
to the point of frenzy; reaching for the future in a furious
upheaval of construction.

Title: NEW YORK CITY - MAY 12, 1895 - 5:17 p.m.

                    ALEXANDER
          ... One day he'll be discovered by
          some future archeologists and they
          won't know what to make of him. 
          The thick brow, so lacking in
          imagination.  The dim little eyes,
          devoid of curiosity.

                    PHILBY
          You know generally teachers are
          supposed to teach real equations
          that add up to real numbers.

                    ALEXANDER
          Where's the challenge in that?

                    PHILBY
          Alex, this is your first year as an
          associate professor.  You might
          want to play things a little more
          conservatively.

                    ALEXANDER
          You sound like my father...

Alexander points to the masses of grey businessmen, all in
identical bowler hats, marching along the sidewalk:

                    ALEXANDER
          Look at them, Philby, all alike,
          everyone in an identical bowler
          hat.  Do you want your students to
          turn out like them?

                    PHILBY
          I want my students to emerge with
          theoretical and practical
          knowledge.

                    ALEXANDER
          I don't.  I want them to run along
          this street and knock off every
          bowler they see.

                    PHILBY
          You may not like it, but this is
          the world we live in, Alex.  Little
          grey men with little grey hats.

                    ALEXANDER
          But shouldn't it be better? 
          Shouldn't we be teaching our
          students to imagine a world beyond
          all this?

Alexander points to a new building going up, a complex
spider's web of steel girders.

                    ALEXANDER
          Look at that, Philby.  A steel
          frame building.  Ten years ago it
          was unheard of.  No little grey man
          thought of that.  The new Century
          belongs to men who are willing to
          imagine the impossible...

Their streetcar passes a few huddled beggars on the curb. 
The businessmen ignore them.  Alexander watches them, his
eyes sad.

                    ALEXANDER
              (quietly)
          In the future, we'll be better.

                    PHILBY
          What?

                    ALEXANDER
          Nothing.

EXT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - EVENING

Alexander's sprawling Victorian house sits on a quiet street.

There is a quaint shop right across the street.  The shop
features a window showing a female mannequin dressed in
period clothes.  The sign above the shop: BRANSON'S APPAREL
AND HABERDASHERY.

Alexander and Philby hurry into his house...

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - EVENING

Alexander's house is a lovely world of Victorian elegance
constantly at war with his erratic and creative enterprises.

Everywhere Alexander's scientific passions are evident:
animal skulls rest alongside leather-bound tomes; mechanical
inventions in various states of completion rest atop heavy
mahogany tables; test tubes and microscopes are spread out on
an unused piano.

The one facet that most immediately reflects Alexander is
aural: the ticking of scores of clocks; a steady metronomic
cadence.

Alexander bounds in, Philby following.

                    ALEXANDER
          MRS. WATCHIT!  MRS. WATCHIT!

MRS. WATCHIT, Alexander's housekeeper, troops down the
stairs.  She is a wry and commanding British woman in her
60's.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Oh huzzah, the master's home.

                    ALEXANDER
          Do you have it?!

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Hello, Mr. Philby.

                    PHILBY
          Hello, Mrs. Watchit.  You're
          looking in the pink.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Must be all the exercise I get
          scampering up and down these stairs
          like a wee lamb.

                    ALEXANDER
          Don't torture me -- do you have it?

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          I have it, but don't you think for
          one moment I'll be letting you go
          out in that filthy coat -- now go
          upstairs and change.  I've laid out
          your green coat.

                    ALEXANDER
          What's the matter with -- ?
              (he notes he is covered
               in chalk dust)
          -- What would I do without you,
          Mrs. Watchit?

He bounds up the stairs.  Phiby follows.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          And change your tie!

She bustles off, grumbling happily.

INT.  ALEXANDER'S BEDROOM - EVENING

Charles Darwin stares at us.  Imposing.  Inspiring. 
Challenging.

A bust of Darwin looms over Alexander's bedroom.

Alexander, in a new coat, is trying to work a complicated
knot in his tie.  His eyes study the problem in a mirror.

                    ALEXANDER
          Emma actually likes chalk dust --
          says it smells like me.

                    PHILBY
          How romantic...

Philby goes to Alexander, helps him with his tie.

                    PHILBY
          The most able inventor I know and
          you can't tie a simple four-in-
          hand.

                    ALEXANDER
          That's how I knew we were destined
          to be together.  When I met her
          parents for the first time I came
          right from class and I was covered
          in chalk.  They sniffed and
          snorted, but she just smiled.  At
          that moment -- I just knew.  How
          did you know with Molly?

                    PHILBY
          She made the best Shepherd's pie I
          ever tasted.

                    ALEXANDER
          Do you have a romantic bone in your
          body?

                    PHILBY
              (completing the tie)
          No, I'm all bowler hat, remember?

Alexander quickly goes to his old coat and transfers his
pocket watch, journal and many loose scraps of paper covered
in equations to the new coat as:

                    PHILBY
          Alex, really... good luck tonight. 
          She's a fine girl, and she's done
          wonderful things for you.

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh?

                    PHILBY
              (smiles)
          She's gotten into your equations.

Alexander stops, looks at him.  Smiles.

                    ALEXANDER
          I guess she has.

He glances at his pocket watch.

                    ALEXANDER
          I've got to hurry...

He hurries out, Philby following...

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - STAIRS - EVENING

Alexander races down the stairs, tucking the watch into his
vest.

They pass a series of clocks of every size and shape that run
down the wall along the stairway.

                    PHILBY
          All these clocks -- how can you
          constantly be running late?!

                    ALEXANDER
          Perseverance.

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - ENTRY HALL - EVENING

Mrs. Watchit waits.  Alexander and Philby appear down the
stairs.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Now that's more like it.  You look
          a proper gentlemen for once.

                    ALEXANDER
          Then if Emma turns me down will you
          marry me?

                    MRS. WATCHIT
              (dry)
          Oh, I'm already swooning.

                    ALEXANDER
          Ouch -- all right, wish me luck.

He begins to sprint out the door -- Mrs. Watchit stops him
with:

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          You might be wanting this?

She holds up a velvet ring box.  He takes the box.

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh -- Thanks.  Well...
              (a wink to Philby)
          ... Time's a wastin'!

With that he is out the door.

Mrs. Watchit and Philby stand for a moment, catching their
breath after Alexander's tornado of enthusiasm.

                    PHILBY
          I wonder if that poor girl has any
          idea what she's in for?

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          For our sake, I hope not.

EXT.  FIFTH AVENUE - NIGHT

The many luxurious horse-drawn carriages glide along Fifth
Avenue with stately dignity.  Rich pedestrians stroll along
the sidewalk.

Alexander leaps out of a carriage and begins to stride toward
an entrance to Central Park.

He passes a Flower Seller.

                    FLOWER SELLER
          Have some flowers, sir?

                    ALEXANDER
          Not tonight, thanks.

He continues on toward the entrance to the Park -- stops.

                    ALEXANDER
          No -- I promised her flowers.

He turns around and hurries back toward the Flower Seller. 
But...

A sudden mechanical clanking sound makes him stop dead in his
tracks.  The Siren's song...

He turns...

Pulled over to the curb is a magnificent Stanley Steamer
automobile.  It is a glorious collection of bronze and copper
and steel and wooden dashboard and leather upholstery and
groaning steam tank and clanking engine.  Alexander stares,
transfixed.

Alexander glances at his watch -- running late -- but he just
can't resist this new marvel.  Flowers forgotten, Alexander
steps to the MOTORIST, currently tinkering with the car's
engine.

                    ALEXANDER
          It's spectacular...

                    MOTORIST
          Thanks.  Old Nell's my girl all
          right.  Al least when she decides
          to move, stubborn beast.

                    ALEXANDER
              (walking around the car,
               admiring)
          I've only read about them -- and
          the new internals.

                    MOTORIST
          Now that's what I call plain crazy 
          -- internal combustion is just too
          dangerous, all those little
          explosions, never catch on.

                    ALEXANDER
          How do you keep the water
          temperature stable?

                    MOTORIST
          There's a cantilevered gasket on
          the --

Suddenly -- the car lurches forward dangerously -- Alexander
instantly grabs the brake lever and hauls it back -- the car
screeches to a stop.

                    MOTORIST
          God -- could have killed me -- bad
          girl, Nell!  How did you know to do
          that?

                    ALEXANDER
          I just love mechanical things.

                    MOTORIST
          Well, much obliged -- I'm always
          forgetting the confounded brake --
          say, if you wait until I get her up
          and running I'll give you a
          perambulation.  Tell you all about
          her.

                    ALEXANDER
              (pained)
          Ahhh... I'm afraid I've got a prior
          commitment.

                    MOTORIST
          Next time then.  We perambulate
          here most every night.

                    ALEXANDER
          You have my word...
              (he takes a last, longing
               look at the car)
          ... She's just a beauty.

He sprints off into Central Park.

EXT.  PAVILION - CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT

A full moon shines in the night sky.

Gentle period music from a band, glowing lanterns hanging
down and the swaying shapes of dancers.

We are at a beautiful pavilion in Central Park.  A magical
antique setting of ease and grace.  White linen suits and
straw boaters.  Parasols and high-button shoes.

A beautiful woman stands with her back to us watching the
dancers... she slowly turns...

EMMA smiles.

Alexander stands, just watching her, bewitched.

Then they come together and kiss lightly, as befits 1895
decency.

                    EMMA
          You're late.

                    ALEXANDER
          Got here as soon as I could.

                    EMMA
          Dance with me...

                    ALEXANDER
          You know I can't.

                    EMMA
          Trust me...

She takes his hand and they dance.  She is a natural dancer,
smooth and gentle.  He does his best, following her minute
cues with great sensitivity.

As they dance:

                    EMMA
          You promised me flowers.

                    ALEXANDER
          What?

                    EMMA
          You promised me flowers tonight,
          don't you even remember?

                    ALEXANDER
          Sorry... I was distracted.

                    EMMA
              (lightly)
          Well there's something new.

                    ALEXANDER
          I need to... um... talk to you.

                    EMMA
          Talk away, Professor.

                    ALEXANDER
          Not here... alone.  May we? 
          Please?

She leads him from the dance floor.

                    EMMA
          Let's walk through the park...

EXT.  CENTRAL PARK - PATH - NIGHT

Alexander and Emma walk through the park, arm in arm,
enjoying the exquisite night.

Flickering gaslights provide a dim illumination on the path
they follow as it winds through the dark foliage.

                    EMMA
              (looking at
               constellations)
          ... Orion's belt, pointing to the
          earth.  You see it over the rocks
          there?  Sailors consider that an
          omen of good fortune; the hunter
          watching over them on their
          travels... Are you listening to me,
          Alex?

                    ALEXANDER
              (glancing up)
          What?  Yes -- Orion -- good fortune
          -- sailors.

                    EMMA
          All right, what is it now?

                    ALEXANDER
              (nervously)
          Emma, you know I have great...
          admiration for you.

                    EMMA
          Admiration?  My my.

                    ALEXANDER
          I mean... well... affection.

                    EMMA
          You're getting warmer.

He stops.

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh dammit, I love you!  I can't
          eat, I can't sleep, I can't think,
          all I do is moon over you and --
          hum, apparently.

                    EMMA
              (mock seriously)
          And what do you propose, Professor? 
          Shall we hold a seminar to study
          the problem?

A beat.  He takes a huge gulp of air and then commits himself
-- he dramatically drops to one knee -- and then in a great
rush of words:

                    ALEXANDER
          Marry me.  I'll do everything I can
          to make you happy and build a life
          and have babies and make you proud
          and be worthy of you and... ah...
          make you happy, did I say that?

She looks down at him, tears of joy coming to her eyes.

                    EMMA
          Oh, Professor...

He leaps up and embraces her.  A long, joyous embrace.

He stops --

                    ALEXANDER
          Wait, I have something for you.

He searches through his many pockets -- coat, vest, pants --
begins plucking out the loose scraps of paper covered with
equations -- but can't seem to find the jewelry box.

She watches him for a moment, amused, loving him all the more
for his befuddlement.

                    EMMA
          You know, the moment is rather
          dying here.

                    ALEXANDER
          Hold on... I know I have it...

He finally finds the velvet jewelry box.  Snaps it open. 
Inside is a lovely moonstone ring.  The gem is a pale,
translucent blue mirroring the full moon above.

                    ALEXANDER
          I know it's not a diamond but --

                    EMMA
          A moonstone.

                    ALEXANDER
          Your birth stone.  I thought --

She holds a finger to his lips.

                    EMMA
          You thought right.

He slips the ring on her finger.  She holds it up to the
moonlight, deeply moved.

                    EMMA
          Look, it matches the moon...

Then...

A low voice from the thick trees next to them.

                    VOICE
          I just might cry.

Alexander and Emma turn to see a tall THIN MAN stepping from
the trees.  His hands are buried deep in his overcoat
pockets.

                    THIN MAN
          Couldn't help but overhearing.  Two
          fine young people starting out on
          the road of life.  I wish you the
          very best.

                    ALEXANDER
          Thank you...

                    THIN MAN
          I hope it's a happy journey for you
          both -- and much as I hate to do
          this, moved as I am by your
          protestations of love, I'll be
          needing your money now.

                    ALEXANDER
              (smiles)
          Sir...?

                    THIN MAN
          And your jewelry too.  I guess we
          could consider this your first
          little bump on the road to married
          bliss.

                    ALEXANDER
          I don't understand.

The Thin Man removes a hand from his pocket.  He holds a
small revolver.

                    THIN MAN
          Now don't make a scene... there's
          no cause for that.  Just hand over
          your wallet, will you?

He holds the gun up, lethal, a sudden glint as the barrel
shines in the moonlight.

                    THIN MAN
          Did you hear me, lad?

                    ALEXANDER
          All right, all right -- here --
          everything --

Alexander swiftly gives the man his billfold.

                    THIN MAN
          And the watch.

Alexander hands over his pocket watch as the Thin Man eyes
Emma's ring.

                    THIN MAN
          And the ring.

                    EMMA
          No --

                    THIN MAN
          I'm afraid so, darling.  Maybe
          he'll buy you a diamond now.

                    ALEXANDER
          Please, not that -- look --

The Thin Man pulls back the hammer of the revolver.  Click.

                    THIN MAN
          Give me the ring.

                    EMMA
          No...

The Thin Man suddenly lurches forward and grabs Emma's arm --
trying to wrench the ring violently from her finger --
Alexander instantly springs to her defense -- a struggle --

The gun fires -- the flash of cruel, phosphorous light
momentarily illuminating them all starkly --

Emma recoils to Alexander -- Alexander looks at the Thin Man,
disbelieving --

The Thin Man glares at him --

                    THIN MAN
          Why did you do that?!  It's only a
          ring!

The Thin Man races away into the darkness.

Alexander holds Emma, she clings to him, blood flowing over
his fingers.  He snatches her up and carries her -- running
urgently through some trees to a carriage path beyond --

Carriages filled with young lovers float past.

                    ALEXANDER
          HELP ME!  PLEASE!

An empty carriage finally stops -- Alexander lurches into the
carriage with Emma --

INT./ EXT.  CARRIAGE - CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT

-- Alexander holds Emma in the back of a carriage.  He
urgently screams to the driver:

                    ALEXANDER
          GET TO COLUMBUS HOSPITAL!  NOW!

The driver whips his horses and the carriage takes off.

                    ALEXANDER
          PLEASE HURRY!  WE'VE NO TIME!

                    CARRIAGE DRIVER
          I'M TRYING SIR -- !

Emma clings to Alexander, her hand clasped tight to his vest,
blood flowing out of her, pooling.  Her dying eyes just
watching him.

                    ALEXANDER
          GOD HURRY PLEASE -- JUST GET OUT OF
          THE PARK --

And then the carriage slows -- stops -- Alexander stabs his
head out the window and sees --

A long line of carriage ahead of them.  A traffic jam.  Pairs
of lovers enjoying the beautiful night, gazing up at the
stars.

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh God...

A distant bell begins to toll.  Time inexorably, cruelly
moving on.

                    ALEXANDER
          PLEASE -- HURRY!

The driver whips the horse -- tries to maneuver the carriage
through the traffic jam -- a jumble of horses -- their horse
shies -- can't get through.

Emma's hand clutches Alexander's vest, fingers moving
slightly.  The bell continues to toll.  Time running out. 
Her lips move noiselessly, her eyes stare up at him, praying
for one parting glance.

He continues to shout to the driver, fighting time, not
looking at her:

                    ALEXANDER
              (desperate)
          FOR GOD SAKE DO SOMETHING!! --
          JUST -- GET OFF THE PATH!

                    CARRIAGE DRIVER
          I'm trying, sir! -- I can't get
          through!

Alexander glances down to Emma.  She is dead.  Her eyes open. 
He stares at her.  Not wanting to believe.  The bell
continues to toll.

Fade to Black...

And then a strange sound in the darkness...

The roar of a tiger -- distorted, echoing...

Then another sound...

Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...

Chalk racing across a blackboard.

Title: FOUR YEARS LATER.

Fade up to...

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - LAB - DAY

An endless equation -- Alexander's hand speeds across a
blackboard -- manic, ferocious.  We pull back to reveal...

An enormous blackboard, floor to ceiling, two stories high,
filling one wall -- and two other blackboards, filling two
other walls, also covered with equations.  A shocking flash
of Alexander's fevered mind.

He stands with his back to us, perched high on a rolling
library ladder, his hand violently scrawling numbers in a
frenzied rush.  He pulls the ladder along as he works,
totally absorbed.

Title: AUGUST 7, 1899 - 5:23 p.m.

The drapes around the room are drawn tight against any hint
of the day outside.  Windows sealed.

In the flickering gaslight we see a cacophony of scientific
equipment and experiments filling every inch of the chamber
below him, two stories filled with beakers and test tubes;
microscopes and coils; engineering blueprints and gyroscopes;
and the huge chalkboards crowded with layers upon layers of
intense calculus and geometry and equations.

There is another large part of the lab, jutting off from the
house.  A closed curtain conceals this part of the lab.

And all the clocks have stopped.  The steady metronomic
cadence that was the aural life of Alexander's house is no
more.  We see a number of clocks around the lab.  All have
been allowed to run down.

A knock at the door -- Alexander ignores it -- another knock.

He finally turns from the blackboard.

                    ALEXANDER
          What?!

And we see him -- Alexander is very different now: cadaverous
and intense, a face that looks as if it has not seen the sun
in years.  And eyes marked by tragedy.

Mrs. Watchit enters.  The years of dealing with his
heartbreak have taken a toll on her as well.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Sir, Mr. Philby is here.

                    ALEXANDER
          Here?

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Yes, sir, he --

                    ALEXANDER
          Tell him to go away --

Philby pushes past Mrs. Watchit.  He wears an overcoat and a
bowler hat.

                    PHILBY
          I won't go away, Alex.

Alexander stares down at Philby.  Philby is shocked at the
change in his friend.

                    ALEXANDER
          All right, Mrs. Watchit.  You can
          go.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          May I get you some --

                    ALEXANDER
          That'll be all.

She leaves the lab.

                    PHILBY
          My God, Alex, what's happened to
          you?

Alexander climbs down the ladder as:

                    ALEXANDER
          I've been working.

                    PHILBY
          I came by the house every day after
          the funeral.  And then every week. 
          Then every other month.  Then I
          stopped coming.  Did you even
          notice?

                    ALEXANDER
          I'm sorry, David.

                    PHILBY
          It hurt me, Alex.  Very much.

                    ALEXANDER
          Then why are you here?

Alexander proceeds to obsessively tidy the lab, almost hiding
things from Philby.  Philby is increasingly disturbed by this
behavior, as:

                    PHILBY
          It's my Jamie's birthday today. 
          Your godson.  He's nine years old. 
          At his party he asked me if Uncle
          Alex was coming.  I told him no. 
          Then he asked me if you didn't like
          him anymore.

                    ALEXANDER
          For God's Sake, David --

                    PHILBY
          There are some things I need to say
          to you.  You may not like hearing
          them, but I don't know if I'll ever
          get another chance --

                    ALEXANDER
          You care for me.  And you're
          concerned.  And I have to start
          living my life again.  I hear it
          from Mrs. Watchit every day.

                    PHILBY
          But you won't listen.  You won't
          see me, you won't see anyone.  What
          would you like me to tell Jamie? 
          That Uncle Alex is busy?  That
          Uncle Alex is hiding up there in
          his laboratory --

                    ALEXANDER
          Hiding?

                    PHILBY
          You know that's what it is.  Mrs. 
          Watchit tells me you're here at all
          hours -- day and night --

                    ALEXANDER
              (sharply)
          That's because I'm working.  You
          remember that?  You used to care
          about your work.

                    PHILBY
          I care more about my life.  And
          yours.

A difficult beat.

                    PHILBY
          Alex... Alex, please stand still
          and look at me.

Alexander stops.  Looks at Philby.

                    PHILBY
              (gently)
          What happened to Emma will never go
          away.  It's part of you now and it
          always will be.  But you have to
          learn to live with it...

                    ALEXANDER
          I live with it every minute of
          every day.

                    PHILBY
          I know that --

                    ALEXANDER
          You don't know that.  You couldn't
          possibly.  If I'd only done this,
          or that, if I'd arrived ten minutes
          earlier, or later.  If we'd taken a
          different path or I hadn't fought
          the man for the ring.  You have no
          idea what it is to relive every
          moment of that night -- consider
          every action you made -- and every
          one of them wrong.

                    PHILBY
          It wasn't your fault, Alex.

                    ALEXANDER
          Wasn't it?... I have a dream almost
          every night now.  The Lady and the
          Tiger, you remember that story?  In
          the dream I'm alone in a huge
          chamber with a thousand doors. 
          Behind every door, save one, is a
          tiger.  I have to make the
          decision.  Which door conceals
          Emma?  And I just stand there...
          looking at the doors...

                    PHILBY
          Do you find her?

Alexander doesn't answer.  A beat.

                    PHILBY
          Alex, nothing will ever change what
          happened, but --

                    ALEXANDER
          That's where you're wrong.  I will
          change it.

A beat.  Philby looks at him.  Alexander offers nothing more,
continues to scurry around the lab.

                    ALEXANDER
          David... I appreciate your concern,
          I do.  But I ask you to have faith
          in me.  Just for a little while
          longer.  I'm working on something
          now.  Something... extraordinary.

                    PHILBY
          What is it?

                    ALEXANDER
          You wouldn't believe me.

                    PHILBY
          I would.

                    ALEXANDER
          I'll tell you what... come by for
          dinner in a week and I'll show you.

                    PHILBY
          Why don't you come to our house
          instead?

                    ALEXANDER
          I can't do that --

                    PHILBY
          When's the last time you were
          outside this house --
              (notes a disheveled cot in
               the corner)
          -- or this room?

                    ALEXANDER
              (tense)
          I can't leave when I'm so close.

                    PHILBY
          There are trains leaving Grand
          Central every then minutes.  A
          dozen liners leaving the harbor. 
          Get on one of them.  Go to
          Singapore, Scotland, Manchuria,
          anywhere, just away from here --

                    ALEXANDER
          That's absurd --

                    PHILBY
          You're dying here.  Don't you see
          that?!

A tense beat.

                    ALEXANDER
          You won't say that in a week.

                    PHILBY
          I pray to God that in a week you're
          not here.

A beat.

                    PHILBY
          All right.  I'll come for dinner. 
          And in the meantime... you'll think
          about what we discussed?

                    ALEXANDER
          In a week... we will never have had
          this conversation.

Philby looks at him, mystified and concerned.

                    ALEXANDER
          Good night, David.

                    PHILBY
          Good night, Alex.

Philby turns to go.

                    ALEXANDER
          Still wearing that bowler hat.

Philby stops.  Turns back.

                    PHILBY
          It's raining outside.  Open the
          drapes and you might know that.

He goes.

Alexander stands for a moment.

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - LAB - NIGHT

Alexander sits, drinking a glass of brandy.  He is staring at
the curtain concealing the other part of the lab.

We notice that all the chalkboards have been wiped clean.

He drains the glass of brandy.  Bon voyage.

Then he rises and moves to the curtain.  He pulls the curtain
back and reveals...

The magnificent creation itself: The Time Machine.

We take in this beautiful creation of curving brass and thick
velvet, elegant lines and a hopeful feeling of Victorian
futurism, as Alexander moves to the windows by the machine.

He slowly pulls back all the drapes on the windows.  The Time
Machine sits in an area of the lab that juts off, like a
greenhouse with windows offering a generous view of the world
around him: his quiet garden and the small dress shop across
the street.

Alexander moves to the Time Machine.  He sits, nervously
settling in.

The brass control panel ahead of him has a simple display
showing the year and date -- AUGUST 7, 1899 -- and a control
lever that moves forward and back.

A beat.  He takes a deep breath and then... reaches for the
control lever --

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EXT.  PAVILION - CENTRAL PARK - NIGHT

All is as it was.  Gentle period music from a band, glowing
lanterns hanging down and the swaying shapes of dancers.

A beautiful woman stands with her back to us watching the
dancers... she slowly turns.

Emma smiles.

Alexander stands, just watching her, his eyes wide,
incredibly moved.  We note that Alexander wears the clothes
he was wearing when he got into the Time Machine.  It is the
older Alex, pale and thin.

She goes to him and kisses him.

                    EMMA
          You're late.

                    ALEXANDER
              (with difficulty)
          Got here as soon as I could.

                    EMMA
          Dance with me...

                    ALEXANDER
          You know I can't.

                    EMMA
          Trust me...

She takes his hand and they dance.  She is, again, a natural
dancer, smooth and gentle.  He tries to follow her minute
cues but the experience of holding her in his arms again is
almost too much for him.  He is overcome with emotion.

                    EMMA
          Alex, what is it?

                    ALEXANDER
          Holding you... again.

                    EMMA
          Darling.

                    ALEXANDER
          I need... to talk to you.

                    EMMA
          All right...

                    ALEXANDER
          Not here... alone.  Please.

She leads him from the dance floor.

                    EMMA
          Let's walk through the park...

                    ALEXANDER
          No... let's walk through the city.

                    EMMA
              (a little mystified)
          All right...

He takes her hand and leads her away from the pavilion --

Then he stops, sees he must lead her through one of a number
of tree-lined paths out of the park.  The gaping darkness of
the park is strangely ominous.  Behind each door a tiger.

                    EMMA
          Alex, what is it?

                    ALEXANDER
          Nothing -- let's just get out of
          the park.

He takes her arm and makes his decision -- he pulls her
quickly down one of the paths.

EXT.  CENTRAL PARK - PATH - NIGHT

Alexander pulls Emma toward an exit to the city, going as
quickly as he can.  His eyes dart nervously into the dark
trees around them.

                    EMMA
          Alex...?!

                    ALEXANDER
          Shhh.  Let's just hurry on here. 
          We don't have to talk, all right?

She stops, pulling him.

                    EMMA
          Why do we have to race for heaven's
          sake?!

                    ALEXANDER
              (looking around, alert)
          I want to get into the light,
          that's all.  Please...

He pulls her along.

                    EMMA
          This running along is all well for
          you -- you're not wearing a corset.

Then a sound stops him -- an unholy echo through the night,
tormenting him from his nightmares -- the roar of a tiger.

                    ALEXANDER
          My God...

                    EMMA
          Alex, it's just the zoo.

He grabs her and pulls more quickly, a little desperate.

                    ALEXANDER
          Please, Emma, it's just a little
          further.

He hurries her along.  They finally reach the exit and emerge
from Central Park to Fifth Avenue...

EXT.  FIFTH AVENUE - PARK EXIT - NIGHT

He stops, looks around, sees lots of pedestrians and
carriages and gaslight.  Safety.  Victory.

He breathes deeply and smiles.  He offers her his arm.

                    EMMA
          Oh, now you're all gallant.

She shakes her head and then takes his arm.  They stroll.

EXT.  FIFTH AVENUE - NIGHT

A bit later.  Alexander and Emma make their way down this
most magnificent of boulevards.  He holds her arm tightly, as
if in fear of losing her again.

                    EMMA
          You're so pale... I hope you're not
          coming down with something.

                    ALEXANDER
          No, I'm fine.  I'm...
              (laughs)
          ... wonderful.  Just walking down
          the street with you again.

                    EMMA
          We took a walk three days ago.

                    ALEXANDER
          Not like this.  Never like this. 
          Emma, I swear to you -- if I've
          learned one thing, it's that
          moments like this are rare.  And I
          will thank God for them every
          moment of every day.

She is confused at his strange intensity, but respects his
seriousness.

                    EMMA
          They are rare...
              (she glances up at the
               constellations above)
          ... Orion's belt, pointing to the
          earth --

                    ALEXANDER
              (smiles)
          The sailor's omen of good fortune. 
          The hunter watching over him on his
          travels.

                    EMMA
          So it's astronomy now, is it?

They are passing by the Stanley Steamer at the curb Alexander
saw earlier.  The Motorist is still tinkering with the
engine.

                    EMMA
          Heavens, look at that now!

                    ALEXANDER
          I've seen it.

He continues escorting her along.

                    EMMA
          Now I know you're ill -- passing up
          the chance to explore some new
          gadget.

                    ALEXANDER
          It's only a machine.

She stops.  Genuinely concerned now.

                    EMMA
          Alexander... tell me what's going
          on.  Is something wrong?

He looks at her deeply:

                    ALEXANDER
          No, Emma.  Everything is finally
          right.  Tonight we're going to
          start all over again.  And this
          time... I'm never going to let you
          go.

He kisses her deeply.  She is shocked at this public display
of affection, pulling back slightly.

                    EMMA
          Alex... people are staring.

                    ALEXANDER
          Let them.

He kisses her again.

                    EMMA
          Let them.

                    ALEXANDER
          I have something for you...

He pats his pockets, feels the jewelry box, smiles.  Then he
notes the Flower Seller he saw before.

                    ALEXANDER
              (smiles)
          Wait -- I want to do it right this
          time -- stay here, don't move...

Emma stands, mystified, as he goes to the Flower Seller.

                    FLOWER SELLER
          Have some flowers, sir?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes, as many as you have!

A sudden sound makes him spin back --

A frenzy of movement -- on the curb, the Stanley Steamer
suddenly lurches forward -- the brake not set -- the Motorist
jumps out of the way -- the Steamer slams forward to the
street full of horse-drawn carriages -- a horse rears and
bolts -- panic, screams -- the horse lurches to the curb --
toward Emma -- the carriage topples over --

Burying Emma in a violent crash.

Alexander races to Emma -- too late.  A crowd begins to form. 
Alexander folds himself over her in wordless torment.

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - LAB - NIGHT

Alexander sits in his lab, glaring at the Time Machine. 
Tormented.  Eyes haunted.  Drinking a glass of brandy.  Not
his first.

He glares at the Time Machine, his fury building -- then he
bolts up -- flings the brandy glass away from him -- it
shatters -- strides across the lab -- throws himself into the
Machine.

                    ALEXANDER
          Time heals all wounds -- then let
          it!

He SLAMS the control lever forward violently -- in fury -- a
high-pitched whine -- building -- the world undulating around
Alexander --

Suddenly all the silent clocks in Alexander's lab begin to
tick --

TIME TRAVEL

Alexander's spine immediately arches back -- he screams in
pain --

The molecules of his body revolt as they are torn forward
through time -- as time tears through him -- his whole body
suffers as he bends and floats and rips through time -- when
he turns his head his whole face seems to elongate --

He's going too fast -- he eases back on the control lever --
the pain receding somewhat --

And the world around him changes --

The sun rises and then sets and then rises; in his garden
snails zoom past flowers that bloom and die in an instant;
apples grow ripe and then fall and decay in his garden; a
complicated spider's web grows in a corner of his laboratory
in seconds --

The sun and moon now shoot through the sky, a strobe-like
flashing of day and night, finally settling into a strange,
perpetual grey light.

He begins to control the lever a bit more -- it is sensitive
to his touch -- soon he can glance around a bit without
absolute agony -- and then with no pain at all --

In the window of the dress shop across the street he watches
a female mannequin as she is redressed, her clothes morphing
from style to style, a swirl of styles and outfits.  And new
buildings spring up across the street as the seasons pass in
a blur, summer-fall-winter-spring-summer-fall-winter-spring.

His journey is accompanied by a strange symphony -- sound
bending around him; voices, music, period radio news reports,
industry.  Sounds that float and flit through his
consciousness, distorted, barely recognizable.

And bizarre shapes move through his world as well -- ghost
like apparitions -- strange and eerie as they bend and morph
through space -- people.

He can almost control the appearance of the people as he
gently modulates his speed with the control lever -- he sees
Mrs. Watchit bending through time -- Philby, concerned --
then people he doesn't know, architects with blueprints,
pointing --

Then the world directly around him is changing -- his lab
changing -- walls being torn down --

His lab is now a GARAGE -- a series of swiftly morphing cars
denoting the passing time as years spin by on his control
panel display in a dizzying blur: 1905... 1919... 1924...

In the distance he sees New York City expanding -- the
Chrysler Building (1930) and the Empire State Building (1931)
shoot up.

Then the garage is torn down around him -- another
construction going up -- larger -- a RESTAURANT.

He modulates the control lever -- controlling the ebb and
flow of time -- the patrons of the restaurant huddled around
a radio, a news report, FDR's voice... "December 7... A day
that will live in infamy..."

He notes a store going up next to the dress shop: a newspaper
shop -- sees banner headlines as the years sweep past -- 
D-DAY! -- VE DAY! -- VJ DAY! -- an enormous celebration in
the street.

The years spin by on his control panel: 1946... 1953...
1957...

The strange aural symphony continues as he hears music and
news, the music evolving from swing to early rock...

The restaurant dissolves around him and a HOUSE grows up --
he is in a den -- a black-and-white TV on -- Alexander gapes 
-- slowly, slightly...

On the TV: JFK's funeral... in the den he sees the shape of a
family nestled together, watching the funeral, weeping...

He presses on.  The years spin by on his control panel:
1963... 1966... 1969...

On the new color TV in the den: news reports of the Apollo
11, Neil Armstrong stepping on the moon... "One small step
for man..."  Alexander stares, amazed.

The aural and visual symphony continues... rock segueing to
disco, Vietnam news...

He is shocked to see the mannequin in a miniskirt!  He sees
the dress shop becoming a department store and the newspaper
store becoming a high tech electronics shop --

On a bank of TVs in the electronics shop window he sees Nixon
leaving the White House for the last time, August 9, 1974,
walking to the helicopter, the ferocious victory "V"...

Then Alexander is suddenly outside as the house is demolished
-- quickly eroding around him -- he is in a VACANT LOT...

He is stunned to see the towers of the World Trade Center
looming in the distance -- the rollerskaters with boom boxes
swirling past with the grace of ballet dancers -- and
something so fantastical that Alexander can only gape...

An airplane soaring above.

The years zip by on his control panel: 1979... 1985...
1989...

More disjointed sounds and images, TV reports and radio news
and music: oil crisis, plop-plop-fizz-fizz-oh-what-a-relief
it-is, Ronald Reagan, punk rock, Gulf War, Clinton...

Then order from the chaos -- the overgrown vacant lot is
landscaped -- becoming a beautiful PARK...

He slows a bit, almost stopping -- intrigued by a
transformation across the street: the banks of TV screens are
replaced by an informational kiosk of some kind.

The control panel display clicks more slowly... February
2005... April 2005... May 2005...

Alexander continues to stare at the information kiosk as he
comes to a stop, briefly, at: MAY 24, 2005

EXT.  PARK (2005) - DAY

Alexander sits unnoticed in the Time Machine as he watches a
group of schoolchildren and their teacher gathering around
the informational kiosk.  It is a public information booth
with a video screen showing the word VOX.  A glowing red blip
within the "O".

The Vox kiosk is activated when the TEACHER steps in front of
a sensor eye.

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          May I help you?

                    TEACHER
          Yes, please... tell us about the
          terraforming.

The children watch, delighted, as images of the moon and
renderings and videos of some massive engineering project
appear on the Vox screen.

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          The joint United Nations/Microsoft
          terraforming operation began nine
          months ago with the Moon Base Alpha
          landings.  After establishing
          Plymouth Center the terraformers
          began colony construction.  Can I
          tell you more?

                    CHILD
          What are they doing now?

Alexander watches, stunned.  A machine that converses with
people.

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          Currently, the terraformers are
          preparing the first excavation
          demolitions for the subterranean
          chambers.  It is projected that the
          first lunar colonists should be
          landing within the decade.  Can I
          tell you more?

Alexander gapes at the Vox kiosk.  Magnificent renderings of
a vast underground metropolis.  People living on the moon.

He must see this grand adventure out.  He presses on...

TIME TRAVEL

But almost immediately the Time Machine is lurching and
buffeting -- a strange darkness spreading over it as air raid
sirens scream --

Alexander is alarmed -- he begins to pull back on the control
lever -- the date on the display clicks to: AUGUST 26, 2007.

And Alexander and the Time Machine suddenly topple over as
the ground lurches below them --

EXT.  PARK (2007) - DAY

Alexander looks up from the grass...

Right into the eyes of a small albino alligator.

The alligator blinks at him and then slithers off, a brood of
other alligators with it.

Alexander glances to the street -- sees an enormous pack of
rats emerging from a sewer drain -- a thick, undulating
carpet of rats --

And Alexander feels the vibrations.  The earth, a steady
rumble.  His eye is drawn to a small puddle of water near
him.  The water swirls around strangely and then -- whoosh --
forms into a vortex and spirals away into the sky --

Alexander follows the water with his eyes and finally sees
it...

The Moon.

Filling the sky as if it were falling toward the Earth.

Parts of the moon are beginning to sheer off -- violently
peeling away like the skin of an onion -- as it impacts the
gravitational Roche Limit, 7,300 miles above the Earth.  (The
moon is currently 230,000 miles above the Earth.)

The people on the street race around, tense and desperate,
flowing along the streets and sidewalks.  National Guard
soldiers are trying to retain order, urgent voices into
megaphones --

Alexander hauls himself up -- and races into the mob --

EXT.  STREET (2007) - DAY

He grabs a man --

                    ALEXANDER
          What's going on -- ?!

The Man pulls away from him, terrified -- Alexander is
bustled along the sidewalk in the mass of people -- He turns
to a woman:

                    ALEXANDER
          Please tell me -- what's
          happening?!

She ignores him -- he is buffeted along in the mob of people 
-- then, a voice, remarkably calm in the chaos, a familiar
voice:

                    CALM VOICE
          May I help you?... May I help
          you?... May I help you?...

Alexander pushes his way through the frenzy of people toward
the voice.  Finds himself at...

The front steps of the Fifth Avenue New York Public Library. 
The twin stone lions looming over the chaos on the street.

The calm voice is coming from another Vox kiosk, an upgrade
of the one he saw previously.  Alexander unintentionally
activates the unit by stepping in front of a red sensor eye.

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          May I help you?

                    ALEXANDER
          I -- what are you?!

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          I am the Fifth Avenue Public
          Library informational kiosk.  VOX
          registration NY-114.  May I help
          you?

                    ALEXANDER
          What's happening to the moon?!

Informational videos appear on the screen, showing the cause
and horror of the moon's fall, as:

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          The 2005 terraforming demolitions
          for the lunar excavations sent the
          moon into a diminishing retrograde
          orbit resulting in global
          gravitational fluctuations,
          increased seismic activity and
          tidal anomalies.  Can I tell you
          more?

                    ALEXANDER
          No -- wait -- the moon's falling
          out of orbit -- that's not
          possible!

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          Well, considering it is, in fact,
          happening, I would assume it's
          possible.  The retrograde orbit
          began in 2005 when the demolitions
          for the lunar colonies --

                    ALEXANDER
          Why is it -- breaking up?

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          I was getting to that... The moon
          has reached the gravitational Roche
          Limit, 7,300 miles above the
          surface of the Earth.  This has
          created pressure on the lunar
          stratum beyond gravitational
          tolerances.  It might be helpful to
          know that the nearest public
          evacuation shelters can be found at
          Grand Central Station, Madison
          Square Garden --

Then -- behind Alexander -- the entire street EXPLODES up --
the asphalt twisting crazily -- people tossed through the
air --

And Hell has come to earth.

The earth begins to shake and quake and undulate violently --
as if gravity itself is rebelling.

Above -- a huge part of the moon breaks away --

Alexander gapes around -- horrified to see violent seismic
and gravitational upheavals -- the tectonic plates shifting
wildly, jutting up at harsh angles -- the East River swirling
into a twisting cyclone of water spiraling into the sky --

And most shocking of all: a volcanic mountain BURSTING up
through Manhattan.

A National Guard soldier races to him --

                    SOLDIER
          Underground -- we have to -- !

His words are drowned out by a DEAFENING BLAST -- the
reverberation sending SHOCK WAVES down the street -- people
are thrown through the air, blood streaming from some
punctured eardrums --

In the distance, the volcano is ERUPTING --

The soldier hustles a mass of people toward a subway entrance
-- they scurry down --

Alexander spins around and races back, towards the Time
Machine.

As the Vox Kiosk continues its lonely chore:

                    VOX KIOSK (V.O.)
          May I help you?... May I help you?

EXT.  STREET (2007) - DAY

Alexander sprints down the street, passing horrific flashes
of the end:

-- Looters, lighting fires and taking nihilistic joy in their
   useless treasures...

-- A family, kneeling in prayer, holding hands...

-- Doomsday cultists, celebrating the end.  A macabre Dance
   of Death as the city dies...

-- A man standing quite calmly, trying to use his cell
   phone...

-- A taxi trying to drive through the mayhem, desperate
   people attacking the taxi, trying to get in, trying to get
   away...

Then -- the earth HEAVES violently and Alexander is thrown to
the ground -- in the distance, but much closer, another
VOLCANO BLASTS UP -- THRUSTING through the earth -- RIPPING
aside the Empire State Building and most of midtown
Manhattan --

Alexander barely has time to pull himself to his feet before
it happens again --

The THUNDEROUS explosion -- the cascading SHOCK WAVE --
Alexander is hurled through the air --

He SMASHES into a parked car, shattering the windshield -- he
rolls off the car, his coat shredded, a gaping wound in his
side --

As the new, closer volcano ERUPTS in a torrent of spewing
lava -- great rivers and explosions of lava everywhere --

JETS of lava SHOOT through the air -- incinerating everything
in sight --

Gasping through his pain, Alexander rises and hurries down
the street -- he tosses off his shredded coat -- his injury
slows him, but he goes as quickly as he can --

But a vast TIDAL WAVE OF LAVA is careening after him --
burning everything --

And then he see it... the park... the Time Machine.

It is a race against time as Alexander sprints for the Time
Machine -- the lava closer and closer --

Alexander leaps to the Time Machine and hauls it to its
upright position -- the lava is almost on him -- he dives
into the Time Machine and SLAMS the lever forward --

A high-pitched whine -- building -- the world undulating
around Alexander --

JUST as the tidal wave of lava ROARS over him --

TIME TRAVEL

Alexander lurches back in agony -- quickly slows the Time
Machine's momentum -- he pants for breath as the red, molten
lava glows and then quickly cools into --

Darkness.

The eerie blue glow from the Time Machine's control panel is
the only light.

Alexander is now inside a mountain, the perfect sphere of
time-energy around the Machine his only salvation.

He pushes the lever forward more -- the years spin by on his
control panel in a blur -- he grits his teeth in pain -- the
rapid bending through time assaulting him --

Time passes...

Alexander is having real trouble breathing now --

The years continue to spin past on his control panel in a
dizzying blur.

Time passes...

Alexander is in agony -- his body writhes from the assault of
time -- every movement is torture -- his skin vibrates and
stretches bizarrely -- and he is almost out of air, panting
for breath --

He takes one last deep gasp of air --

And holds the breath -- the seconds tick away -- the years
shoot past on his control panel, truly a race against time --

He's not going to make it -- he can't hold his breath a
second longer --

Suddenly -- a flash of blinding sunlight --

The mountain around the Time Machine begins to erode --
quickly wearing away --

Alexander immediately pulls back on the control lever --
reducing his momentum and the assault on his body -- he takes
a deep, gasping breath --

The date on the display quickly clicks forward and finally
stops at: JULY 12, 802,701.

Alexander looks at the date, stunned, gasps for breath,
fainting...

Fade to black...

INT.  HOUSE - VISIONS - DAY/NIGHT

Visions as Alexander fades in and out of consciousness.

-- Night.  Candles...

-- Night.  Emma's face... close, concerned... a beautiful
   angel welcoming him to death... No, not Emma... Another
   woman.

-- Day.  Hands, dressing the wound on his side.  Tender...

-- Day.  A room.  In a pleasant, rustic house...

-- Night.  The woman again.  Not Emma.  But close,
   concerned...

INT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - SUNSET

Alexander awakes.  Looks around.  A simple room in a simple
house.  He sees his wound has been dressed and cared for.

He slowly rises and pulls on his shirt and vest.  Goes to the
door of the house...

EXT.  ELOI VILLAGE - SUNSET

Alexander emerges from the house...

And finds himself in a village built around a large central
square.  All the buildings are unadorned and designed with
architectural simplicity.  It has an agrarian and peaceful
feeling.

And it is totally deserted.

The entire village is enclosed by a great, wooden wall. 
Large gates open to the world beyond.  Everywhere beyond this
barricade is lovely mountainous and forest scenery.

Alexander wanders to the square.

                    ALEXANDER
          Hello...?

Nothing.  His word echoes around the eerily empty village.

He notes that several tables are waiting in the square.  Set
for dinner.  Plates and cups and utensils.  No food.

                    ALEXANDER
          Is anyone here...?

Again.  Nothing.

He goes to the open gates and steps out...

EXT.  OUTSIDE THE ELOI VILLAGE - SUNSET

A path leads away from the village, cutting through a
magnificent forest with lush foliage.

He begins to follow the path -- then stops when a curious
squirrel scampers onto the path.  The squirrel looks at him,
large eyes, tilting inquisitive head.

Alexander smiles at seeing something so familiar in this
strange time.

                    ALEXANDER
          Hello...

The startled squirrel turns and scampers away -- and
Alexander is shocked to see a flash of vermillion scales on
its back.  Not a squirrel at all.

Alexander continues on for a bit.  Most of the lush
vegetation is alien to him: enormous fruit hanging on
colorful vines; gentle petals and dandelion-like wisps that
float on the breezes.  It is an untamed wilderness exploding
with verdant beauty.

And then he hears something...

Voices.

He stops, alert.

Then he sees figures, heading up the path towards him.

And Alexander sees the ELOI.  About two hundred of them are
trooping up the path.  They are completely human-looking. 
Very healthy.  Simple clothing, not unlike what Alexander is
wearing.  And not one is over the age of 30.

Alexander braces himself, not sure what to expect.

The Eloi see him... And go to him enthusiastically. 
Alexander instinctively steps back.  No need.  The beautiful
woman who was tending his wounds, MARA, is first to him.

                    MARA
          You're up!  You must be feeling
          better --

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes...

More Eloi crowd around him, all very friendly.  A slightly
older Eloi, late 20's, KORUS, steps to him.

                    KORUS
          And hungry, I'd say.  You had such
          a long journey.

                    ALEXANDER
          I did...

                    KORUS
          Well, we're happy you're here. 
          Come inside.

                    MARA
          We want to hear all about it.

Korus and Mara lead Alexander back toward the village.

KALEN, Mara's nine-year-old son, grabs Alexander's hand. 
Alexander is surprised.  The Eloi are seemingly a bit more
tactile than we are.

                    KALEN
          How did you get hurt?

                    MARA
          Kalen...

                    KALEN
              (eagerly)
          I found you.  I saved your life. 
          You were bleeding all over the
          place!

                    MARA
          That's quite enough, Kalen.

Korus claps an arm around Alexander's shoulders
enthusiastically, Alexander rocks from the hearty embrace.

                    KORUS
          Let the poor man eat first, then he
          can tell us the whole story!

He leads the befuddled Alexander back toward the village.

EXT.  ELOI VILLAGE - NIGHT

The gates to the village are now securely locked, a heavy
crossbar in place.

Alexander and the Eloi are eating dinner, the tables now full
of fruits and vegetables.  Braziers burn around the central
square.  Everyone strains to see and hear Alexander.

Mara watches him particularly closely from across the table,
her cautious eyes never leaving him.

                    ALEXANDER
          "Eloi"?

                    KORUS
          What are your people called?

                    ALEXANDER
          Well, I guess you'd call us... New
          Yorkers.

                    KORUS
              (savoring the words)
          New Yorkers.

                    MARA
          How long did you travel?

                    ALEXANDER
          Well it seems like a long time --
          but it wasn't really.  It's rather
          hard to explain.

                    KALEN
          It must have been hard, leaving
          your work.

                    ALEXANDER
          The journey is part of my work.

                    KORUS
          You can work with us as soon as
          you're feeling better... Looks like
          a climber to me.

The Eloi agree.  Definitely a "climber."

                    KORUS
          We had another visitor from beyond
          the valley about four years ago. 
          His name was Moren.  Do you know
          him?

                    ALEXANDER
          No...

                    KORUS
          He said he traveled for two months.

                    ALEXANDER
          I took a different route.

                    KALEN
          What did you do at night?

                    MARA
              (a bit quickly)
          What's it like where you come from?

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh, very different.  But not
          entirely... I mean we have lots of,
          um, trees and such.  But not
          everywhere.  And more roads.  And
          buildings.

                    KORUS
          Why?

                    ALEXANDER
          To live in.  There's a lot of us...
          beyond the valley.

                    KORUS
          New Yorkers.

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.  I hope you won't take this
          the wrong way but is there someone
          older I could talk to?  An elder or
          patriarch of some kind?

The Eloi look at him a little oddly.

                    KORUS
          I am the oldest.

                    ALEXANDER
          No, I mean someone considerably
          older.  Your father perhaps?

                    KORUS
          My father has gone to a better
          place.

                    ALEXANDER
          I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

                    KORUS
          Of course.  You're just tired. 
          Mara, will you look after Alexander
          tonight?

                    MARA
          Yes.

                    ALEXANDER
          Thank you.

                    KORUS
              (stands, toasting)
          Friends, join me in welcoming our
          brother from beyond the valley,
          Alexander.

The Eloi stand and toast.  Applause and good fellowship. 
Before Alexander can open his mouth to respond the Eloi are
clearing the table.  A bit abruptly.

Mara and Kalen go to Alexander, they head back to their
house.

                    KALEN
          Now how did you get hurt?

                    ALEXANDER
          I had an accident.

                    KALEN
          I figured that.  What kind of
          accident?

                    MARA
          Kalen, don't be morbid.

Kalen grabs Alexander's hand and pulls him along.

                    KALEN
          What do you do on the towers?

                    ALEXANDER
          On the towers?

                    KALEN
          I'm training to be a high climber.

                    MARA
          We'll see about that.

                    KALEN
          I am.  Are you a climber?

                    ALEXANDER
          Ah... no.

                    KALEN
          Don't tell me you're a mud carrier.

                    ALEXANDER
          'Fraid so.  Just a regular old...
          mud carrier.

Kalen is disappointed.

                    MARA
          That's all right, Kalen...
              (a wry glance to
               Alexander)
          ... Mud carriers are important too.

They continue on toward their house.

INT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alexander sits with Kalen and Mara.  The boys's eyes alive
with wonder.

                    ALEXANDER
          ... Thousands and thousands of
          people.  And sometimes we live in
          great buildings that reach up five
          or ten stories.

                    KALEN
          And everyone looks like us?

                    ALEXANDER
          Exactly like you.  Well, maybe not
          as healthy.

                    MARA
          Is there a lot of illness?

                    ALEXANDER
          Some.  But I mean we aren't all
          so... handsome.

                    KALEN
          I want to see your home.  Will you
          take me?

                    MARA
          Kalen, right now you need to go up
          to bed.  You're exhausting
          Alexander.

                    KALEN
          You'll tell me more tomorrow?

                    ALEXANDER
          I will.  Good night.

Kalen kisses his mother and then kisses Alexander.  He goes
up the stairs, disappearing to another part of the house.

                    ALEXANDER
          His curiosity is amazing.

                    MARA
          Mm.

A beat.  Mara gazing at Alexander.

                    MARA
          Come to the roof.  We can talk
          there.

EXT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - ROOF - NIGHT

Alexander and Mara emerge from a stairway to the flat roof of
the house.

Alexander stops, looking up...

The moon -- or what's left of the moon -- shines in the
night.  Oddly shaped shards are spread out in uneven
intervals.  It is bizarrely beautiful.

                    ALEXANDER
          My God...

Mara notes his reaction as she sits at the edge of the roof
by a large brazier.  She lights a fire in the brazier as:

                    MARA
          Sit with me.

He goes to her and sits.

He notices that other Eloi are also sitting on their roofs
all around the village, braziers burning like campfires
through the night.

                    MARA
          Kalen will tire you out if you let
          him.  He's always been curious. 
          His father was firm with him but...
          it's just his way.

                    ALEXANDER
          Your husband is dead?

                    MARA
          He's gone to a better place.

He looks over the peaceful night.

                    ALEXANDER
          It's hard for me to imagine a
          better place.  Where I come from
          there's so much... frenzy.  Day and
          night.  It seems we're all running
          faster and faster...
              (he smiles)
          ... All in identical bowler hats.

                    MARA
          You're not from beyond the valley.

                    ALEXANDER
          What makes you say that?

She reaches into her clothing and pulls out his pocket watch. 
She holds it up.

                    MARA
          We don't have anything like this. 
          Or the machine where Kalen found
          you.  And I doubt they do beyond
          the valley... Now where do you come
          from?

                    ALEXANDER
          You might find the truth rather
          hard to understand.

                    MARA
              (dry)
          Then you can speak slowly.

He smiles.  Fair enough.

                    ALEXANDER
          All right... I'm from here.  Around
          here anyway.  The machine where you
          found me allowed me to travel
          through time... I'm from the past.

She looks at him.

                    MARA
          Oh, that explains everything.

                    ALEXANDER
          I know it's hard to believe, but
          it's true.

                    MARA
          That machine --

                    ALEXANDER
          Allowed me to travel from my time
          to yours.

                    MARA
          How long ago?

                    ALEXANDER
          More than 800,000 years.

She looks at him.  She looks at his pocket watch.  Then back
at him.

                    MARA
          Why?

                    ALEXANDER
          Why not?

                    MARA
          Why would you do that?

Alexander doesn't respond.

                    MARA
          I might find the truth rather hard
          to understand?... Can you go back?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.  Or forward into the future. 
          I suppose I really should check on
          the machine, see that it hasn't
          been damaged...

                    MARA
          I'll take you tomorrow... You must
          have seen a lot on your journey.

                    ALEXANDER
          For a time it was astounding.  I
          saw the years spinning by, I was in
          the years spinning by.  We made
          such advances.  I don't understand
          half of them.  There was a machine
          that talked to me and others that
          flew through the sky... We must
          have been incredible thinkers and
          artists --

A sudden scream cuts through the night -- Kalen -- Mara bolts
up, races down into the house, Alexander following --

INT.  KALEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

Kalen is sitting up in bed, eyes wide, screaming -- Mara runs
to him, holds him closely -- Alexander stands in the doorway.

                    MARA
          Kalen, it's all right, I'm here --

                    KALEN
              (terror)
          They're here!  They're inside the
          house -- !

                    MARA
          No, you're safe --

                    KALEN
          They're inside --

                    MARA
              (calming)
          Kalen, look at me.  There's no one
          here but us.  You see... I'm here,
          you're here, Alexander's here. 
          There are no Morlocks.  It was just
          a dream...

She holds him closely, he is weeping uncontrollably.

                    MARA
          You're safe...

Alexander moves away, allowing them their privacy.

EXT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - ROOF - NIGHT

Alexander sits, looking over the night.  He notes that most
of the Eloi have gone in, but, oddly, their fires still burn
on the rooftops.

He glances up at the stars, gazing at the dazzling mosaic of
beautiful lights.

                    MARA'S VOICE
          He's asleep.

Alexander turns.  Mara is standing at the entrance to the
roof.

                    ALEXANDER
          Is he all right?

                    MARA
          Just a dream.  You should sleep
          too.  You're still not well.

A beat.

                    MARA
          I'm going to sit with Kalen.  Keep
          the fire burning if you can.

                    ALEXANDER
          I will...

A beat.  She doesn't move.

                    MARA
          I'll take you to your machine
          tomorrow.

                    ALEXANDER
          Thank you...

A beat.  She doesn't move.

                    MARA
          You seem fascinated by the stars.

                    ALEXANDER
          You can see so many here.

                    MARA
              (smiles)
          Don't then have stars where you
          come from?

                    ALEXANDER
          Not like this... They don't seem so
          bright with all the city lights.  I
          never really noticed them much...

A beat.  He is on the verge of asking her to join him in
enjoying the night.

                    MARA
          Good night, then.

                    ALEXANDER
          Good night.

She turns to go...

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara... what's a "Morlock"?

She stops.

                    MARA
          A child's nightmare, that's all.

She goes into the house.

He sits for a moment, looking over the beautiful night.  He
glances up at the shards of the moon.

O Brave New World...

EXT.  DREAMSCAPE - DAY/SUNSET

We are moving through the Eloi world.  Through lush jungles
and glades and forests.  Everywhere around us there are
fascinating geological and botanical wonders to behold...

Bucolic and beautiful.  Idyllic...

And then the landscape is more mountainous, rocks and the
beginning of a splendid desert... the sun is setting... the
desert sand burns red in the sunset... still beautiful...

And then a shape appears in the distance -- we sweep toward
it -- it is hulking -- predatory -- terrifying -- sparkling
red as if the setting sun is reflecting from shinning
metal --

INT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - DAY

-- Alexander bolts awake.  Unsettled by the dream.

EXT.  FOREST PATH - HILL - DAY

Alexander and Mara are making their way up an ascending path
through the forest with the rest of the Eloi.  Kalen is ahead
of them with some other children.

Korus comes to them:

                    KORUS
          Good morning, Alexander.  Feeling
          up to some work?

                    ALEXANDER
          I suppose so.

                    MARA
          I'm going to take him to where
          Kalen found him first.

                    KORUS
          And then you'll join us?

                    MARA
          Yes.

                    KORUS
          Good.  We'll see you later then.

He moves ahead, walking briskly.  Excited about a day of
work.

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara, I had a strange dream last
          night.  I was here, walking through
          a forest very much like this, and
          then...

                    MARA
          Then you came to a desert and
          mountains...

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.

                    MARA
          And you saw a shape ahead of you...

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes!

                    MARA
          We all have that dream.

                    ALEXANDER
          All of you?

                    MARA
          Every night.

                    ALEXANDER
          You share dreams?  That's
          incredible.

                    MARA
          We share everything.

He slows, looking ahead, amazed.

In the distance, just over the crest of the hill he sees a
strange point, like the top of a high steeple, jutting up to
the sky.

They approach the crest of the hill...

EXT.  HILLTOP - DAY

Alexander stands, utterly staggered, looking down into a
valley.

And he sees...

A city... not exactly... s sculpture... no...

Imagine Monument Valley.  Man-made.

Twisting spires and towers and monoliths shoot up for a
hundred feet, swirling multicolored constructions of sand and
stone.  They are mammoth creations that bend and twist and
soar, filling the valley.  There is a bizarre sort of
architectural order to the creation, yet it is also inspired
and mad and emotional.

                    MARA
          Our work.

They begin to descend into the valley with the rest of the
Eloi.

EXT.  VALLEY - ELOI CREATIONS - DAY

Among the towers now, Alexander sees the fabulous detail to
the constructions.  They are beautiful, soaring combinations
of mud and stone sculpture; fabric and wood; sand and
flowers.

It is ethereal pyramid building: primitive creation of
stunning artistic courage and clarity.

Already the Eloi are busy.

Like a race of master builders, they climb wooden
scaffoldings and scale ropes -- swarming busily around the
towers like insects -- unified in their task of amazing
artistic creation.

Alexander and Mara move through the towers.

                    ALEXANDER
          This is magnificent...

                    MARA
          Thank you.

                    ALEXANDER
          And this is your "work"?

                    MARA
          Yes.

They pass some Eloi carrying mud from a nearby river to the
towers.

                    MARA
              (dry)
          The mud carriers.

                    ALEXANDER
          I can see Kalen's point.

                    MARA
          Want to be a high climber now, do
          you?

                    ALEXANDER
          What you need is an engineer.  If
          you set up a system of pulleys and
          counterweights, some basic block
          and tackle mechanism, you could to
          this a lot more easily.

                    MARA
          It's not supposed to be easy, it's
          supposed to be beautiful.

                    ALEXANDER
          What's it all for?

                    MARA
          I don't understand.

                    ALEXANDER
          I mean, why do you do it?  What
          purpose does it serve?

                    MARA
          It has no purpose.  It's just
          beautiful... Does everything have a
          purpose where you come from?

                    ALEXANDER
          Most things.  We're very high on
          purpose.

                    MARA
          It's always been this way here.  We
          work on the towers all our lives. 
          When we're young we train to be
          planners or climbers or
          sculptors...

                    ALEXANDER
          Or mud carriers.

                    MARA
          And there's no shame to that.  It's
          all the same here.  Everyone has an
          important job to do.  We all work
          together and couldn't survive
          without each other.

                    ALEXANDER
          What are you?

                    MARA
          I'm a planner.  I help decide where
          the new towers go and what they
          should look like.

                    ALEXANDER
          How do you decide?

                    MARA
          I try to imagine how they'll look
          when they're done.  I try to
          imagine how we'll fit in with
          them... our place in the world.

Alexander is impressed with her quiet words, so much like his
own creative passion.

He stops, taking in the communal activity everywhere around
him for a moment.  Enjoying the warm sunshine and peaceful
surroundings.  

Paradise.

He continues to gaze at the towers, smiling.  Mara looks at
him, almost on the verge of saying something.  She decides
against it.

                    MARA
          We should go if you want to see
          your machine.

They continue on.

EXT.  FIELD - NEAR SUNSET

The first stars are beginning to shine in the night sky as
Alexander and Mara make their way across an open field.

                    ALEXANDER
          ... It was a great city.  The
          greatest city in the world.

                    MARA
          You liked it there.

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh, very much...
              (he points)
          ... I used to work somewhere in
          that direction, I think.  A huge
          university where we taught
          everything from botany to history
          to literature.

                    MARA
          Learning was important?

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh very.  Learning, commerce, the
          arts -- the whole place was buzzing
          all the time.  Night and day.

                    MARA
          Did you have fires at night?

                    ALEXANDER
          Only to keep warm.  For
          illumination we had gaslights on
          most of the streets and a new
          invention called electrical
          lighting that made it seem like
          daylight all through the night.

                    MARA
          It must have been safe.

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh, it was...
              (beat)
          ... Most of the time.

                    MARA
          It sounds like a wonderful place to
          live.

                    ALEXANDER
          Looking back... I suppose it was. 
          I didn't quite realize it at the
          time but...

Alexander stops, frozen.  Staring up.

                    MARA
          Alexander...?

                    ALEXANDER
              (quietly)
          Orion's belt...

The constellation gleams in the sky.  The string of three
stars pointing to the earth.  Exactly as it was on the night
Emma died.  Alexander looks around, amazed, getting his
bearings:

                    ALEXANDER
          Those rocks, over there... they're
          the same... this is... Central
          Park.

                    MARA
          You know this?

                    ALEXANDER
          Over there was Fifth Avenue -- and
          the Plaza Hotel was there... this
          is... the carriage path.  We're on
          the carriage path.

A stunning realization for Alexander.  The stars and rock
formations confirming his thoughts.

                    ALEXANDER
          The whole world is different.  But
          this never changes...

A long beat as he looks around, his eyes full of pain.

                    ALEXANDER
          This is where my journey started...
          right here.

                    MARA
          You lost someone.

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.

                    MARA
          Someone you loved very much.

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes... After her death, it was
          intolerable for me here... The
          future had to be better.

                    MARA
          Is it?

                    ALEXANDER
          If you only knew...

A beat.  He looks at her deeply.

                    ALEXANDER
          You've welcomed me into your home. 
          Into your lives.  Everyone has...
          For the first time in a long time
          it doesn't hurt quite so much.  I
          thank you for that.

                    MARA
          I know what it is to lose someone. 
          When my husband was taken from
          us... I thought the pain would
          never end.

She gently touches his face.

                    MARA
          But time helps.

A beat.  She breaks the moment, turning:

                    MARA
          Now let's see this amazing machine
          of yours.

She moves off.  He takes one final glance at Orion's belt,
and then follows.

One of the squirrel-like creatures scampers after them and
then stops -- and something bizarre happens -- the squirrel's
jaws distend unnaturally -- and it vomits forth an eyeball --

The human-looking eyeball oscillates on a thick mechanical
tendril.  Watching Alexander and Mara.  Spying.

EXT.  JUNGLE - SUNSET

The Time Machine awaits.  It sits at the edge of some thick
jungle foliage.

Alexander goes to it.  Mara following.  He circles the
machine, checking it.

                    ALEXANDER
          Good -- it looks fine.  We had
          quite a ride together...

                    MARA
          It's undamaged?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes... a little scorching on the
          upholstery but otherwise all ship-
          shape.

                    MARA
          So you can use it now?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes... I suppose so.

                    MARA
          Go back to your own time?

                    ALEXANDER
          I could...

Suddenly, she is a different person -- she takes his arm
firmly, her eyes burning into his:

                    MARA
              (urgently)
          Alexander, take my son away.  Take
          him back to your time.  Will you do
          that?

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara --

                    MARA
          Please, I beg you.  Take him away
          from here --

And then...

A mournful wailing stabs through the night.  A distant horn.

Mara freezes.  Her eyes wide in horror.

                    MARA
          Kalen...

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara...?

                    MARA
          No!

She turns and bolts, racing away from him.

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara!?

He runs after her -- leaving the Time Machine behind --

                    ALEXANDER
          Wait -- tell me -- !

Then a frenzy of movement draws his attention back to the
Time Machine for a moment --

He just sees the Time Machine as it is DRAGGED AWAY --
amazingly quickly -- something violently hauling it into the
darkness of the jungle in an instant -- the jungle swallowing
it up --

Alexander slams to a stop -- amazed -- and then turns to
follow Mara --

EXT.  FOREST - SUNSET

Alexander and Mara race through the deep forest -- she is
running flat out -- he struggles to keep up --

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara -- what -- ?!

                    MARA
          Kalen -- we have to get Kalen -- !

A building thunder in the forest behind them --

Something approaching -- a crashing cacophony of something
thrashing quickly through the trees -- closer and closer --
the earth vibrating, something pounding after them --

Another horn call, closer --

Dark shapes sweeping through the forest behind them --

EXT.  VALLEY - ELOI CREATIONS - SUNSET

Alexander and Mara speed into the valley from the darkness of
the forest --

The Eloi ahead of them are just standing.  Waiting.  A
terrible moment of stasis, terror in their eyes.  The world
coiled.

                    MARA
          Kalen -- !

An EXPLOSION of horror as the MORLOCKS appear --

They erupt from the dark forest into the valley --

The Morlocks are horrible, muscular creatures with
unnaturally long and distended jaws and ferocious, huge claws
like those of a mole --

And they ride horribly mutated horses and let out ferocious,
animal roars.

About twenty mounted Morlocks sweep into the valley -- the
Eloi scatter in terror.

It is a hunt.

The Eloi race in panic, so utterly unlike the beatific calm
of the rest of their lives -- and everywhere the Morlocks
pursue -- weaving in and out of the Eloi towers and swinging
heavy nets -- capturing Eloi and dragging them away --

The Eloi scramble desperately to protect their children --
the Morlocks are brutal -- great claws slamming Eloi aside or
snatching them up -- nets swinging -- the Eloi never really
resist -- once they are captured they allow the Morlocks to
pull them away --

By now the sun is fully setting and it is an unearthly
spectacle in the blood red dusk, made even more bizarre by
the glowing red eyes of the Morlocks --

Mara and Alexander race through the mammoth constructions.

                    MARA
          KALEN! -- KALEN!

Everywhere around them the Morlocks are netting Eloi and
dragging them away --

But it is not random.  The Morlocks seem to target particular
Eloi.

A Morlock spins on his horse, his glowing red eyes fasten on
Mara.  He spurs his horse and gallops toward Mara and
Alexander.

Alexander sees the Morlock pursuing --

                    ALEXANDER
          This way!

He pulls Mara towards one of the towers --

The Morlock gallops toward them -- swinging his net -- the
net traps Mara -- Alexander spins around and grabs the net --
he yanks at it violently and pulls the Morlock from his
horse --

The Morlock slams to the ground -- the horse bolts off -- the
Morlock snarls and slashes at Alexander quickly and then, to
his absolute shock, the Morlock dives into the earth -- he
tunnels away with his huge claws in a frenzy of movement --
disappearing into the ground --

Alexander pulls Mara from the net and hauls her up --

He pulls her to one of the towers and begins climbing,
hauling her after him, away from the Morlocks --

Another Morlock fastens his crimson eyes on Mara, gallops
toward them -- swings his net up -- can't reach them.  He
glares up at Alexander and Mara and then snaps open his huge
jaws, screeching in frustration --

Then the Morlock below VAULTS from his horse and scales up
the tower after Alexander and Mara -- he climbs very quickly,
his great jaws snapping -- they scramble to keep above him,
desperately climbing -- the Morlock is almost on them when --

They see Kalen -- lost amidst the panic below -- the Morlock
horses pounding around him -- a frenzy of horror --

                    ALEXANDER
          KALEN! --
              (to Mara)
          -- GO GET HIM -- !

Alexander instantly leaps down on the Morlock pursing them --
allowing Mara to scale down after Kalen --

The Morlock grapples with Alexander briefly -- essentially
tossing him aside -- Alexander falls and then lands hard on a
scaffolding below --

As Mara leaps down and begins racing through the chaos for
Kalen --

The Morlock on the tower spins around and scales down after
her quickly --

But Alexander sees that Mara is almost to Kalen --

When SUDDENLY the ground ERUPTS directly before Mara -- a
Morlock BURST up from the hole and LEAPS on Mara like a lion
on a gazelle --

He grabs her with his great claws -- Alexander watches,
impotent -- as the Morlock drags Mara down the hole,
amazingly quickly --

Then from the forest -- another blast of the horn.

And everything abruptly stops.  The Morlock instantly stop
pursuing -- the Eloi stop running.

A frozen moment and then...

The horn call ends.

The Morlock spin their horses and gallop into the dark
forest, disappearing with their prey.

The Eloi look around, slightly dazed, their panic ended as if
someone flipped a switch.

Alexander sees Kalen's face.  It is too painful.  Alexander
closes his eyes.

EXT.  ELOI VILLAGE - NIGHT

Alexander stands, frustrated, with Korus and a few Eloi. 
Braziers burn around the village.

                    ALEXANDER
          Where do they take them?!

                    KORUS
          We don't know.

                    ALEXANDER
          We have to go after them, find
          where -- !

                    KORUS
          Alexander, I know you're trying to
          help.  But they don't come back.

                    ALEXANDER
          What do you mean?!

                    KORUS
          They've gone to a better place.

                    ALEXANDER
          You know that's not true.

                    KORUS
          We choose to believe it.

                    ALEXANDER
          My God!  How can you just do
          nothing!?  They're your friends,
          your family.  You all knew Mara. 
          You ate with her and worked with
          her... Your work in the valley,
          what is that for if not to --

                    ELOI MAN
          To find our place in the world
          and --

                    ALEXANDER
          No -- it's more than that.  When
          you create something you say to the
          world: I was here.  I mean
          something.  How can you just let
          that be taken away from you?!

                    KORUS
          This is out life, Alexander.  It's
          a hard life but it is how we have
          always lived.

                    ALEXANDER
          Then it's time to change that --

                    KORUS
              (firm)
          We are what we are.

A tense beat.

                    ALEXANDER
          You won't even try?

                    KORUS
          We can't change the day and the
          night, Alexander.  This is the
          world.

Alexander sees Kalen standing at the door to his house.

                    ALEXANDER
          Why don't you try telling him that?

He strides off toward Kalen.

INT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alexander sits across from Kalen.

Silence.

Kalen goes to him.  Sits next to him.  Strangely comforting.

                    KALEN
          This is how things happen.  It
          happened to my father.  My mother
          said if we remember him every day
          he'll always be here and we'll feel
          better.

A beat.

                    KALEN
          I remember him before I go to
          sleep.  We built a table once.  I
          remember that.

He leans his head on Alexander's shoulder.  Both remembering.

EXT.  DREAMSCAPE - SUNSET

More of the shared Eloi dream we saw before...

We are moving through the desert... the sun is setting... the
desert sand burns red in the sunset...

And then a shape appears in the distance -- we sweep forward 
-- it is hulking -- predatory -- sparkling red as if the
setting sun is reflecting from shining metal --

Glowing red -- a great bird of prey -- blazing in the sunset
now -- enormous coiled shoulders -- sharp talons -- strangely
metallic --

Then the huge head lunges forward -- the curved beak snapping
open -- devouring us --

INT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - DAY

Alexander bolts awake -- sweating -- terrified.

INT.  MARA AND KALEN'S HOUSE - LATER

Alexander stands at the doorway, watching the Eloi troop off
to work.

                    KALEN'S VOICE
          You're thinking about her...

Alexander turns, Kalen is standing in the room.

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.

Kalen goes to him.

                    KALEN
          She didn't want me to be a climber. 
          She wanted me to be a planner like
          her.

                    ALEXANDER
          I'm so sorry, Kalen.

They watch the Eloi troop off to work for a moment.

                    ALEXANDER
          How can they just go back to work
          as if nothing happened?

                    KALEN
          What else can they do?

                    ALEXANDER
          Kalen... Do you have any idea where
          they take them?

                    KALEN
          We're not supposed to think about
          it.  But I dream about it
          sometimes...

Kalen is deep in thought.  He finally comes out with it,
hesitant.

                    KALEN
          There's a place that might help...
          we could try going there.

                    ALEXANDER
          Where?

                    KALEN
          The Hall of Books.

                    ALEXANDER
          You have books?!  Kalen, you've got
          to take me there.  There might be
          history.  Records.  Something to
          help us find where the Morlocks
          took --

                    KALEN
          I shouldn't have mentioned it.  We
          can't go there.

                    KALEN
          Why?

Kalen looks at him.  Deadly serious.

                    KALEN
          Because it's haunted.

EXT.  JUNGLE - DAY

Alexander and Kalen are making their way through a dense
jungle path, long overgrown.

                    KALEN
          No one ever comes here.  My mother
          told me stories about it late at
          night.  They tell all the children.

                    ALEXANDER
          What kind of stories?

                    KALEN
          About the voice in the darkness. 
          About the ghosts...

They push through some tangled vines.  A gaping tunnel opens
into the earth ahead of them.

They stop.  Kalen considers the dark opening.  He bravely
steels himself.

                    KALEN
          Climbers should go first.

Then he continues on, Alexander following.  They begin to go
down into the tunnel, pushing aside overgrown vines and
foliage.  No one has been this way for a great many years.

INT.  TUNNEL - DAY

They descend the dank tunnel.  Here and there shafts of
sunlight shoot down from holes above.

                    KALEN
          I had a friend who came here once. 
          Sort of a dare.

                    ALEXANDER
          What happened?

                    KALEN
          He came back screaming... He never
          talked about it after that.  I
          don't think he even got this far.

Not even noticing, they pass by an imposing figure buried
deep in the sediment of the tunnel wall.  A stone lion, its
great head just protruding from the rock.

It is one of the lions from the entrance to the Fifth Avenue
New York City Public Library.

INT.  READING ROOM - DAY

Alexander and Kalen slowly walk into a cavernous chamber --
shrouded in dust, spiderwebs and cobwebs -- filthy, abandoned
and echoing.  Eerie.

Around the edges we can just glimpse a sense of something
familiar, of our time.  They are, in fact, standing in the
sad remains of the reading room of the New York City Public
Library.  Massive walls of books.

A dazzling shaft of sunlight shoots straight down from a hole
above, creating a pillar of light.  Everything else is
darkness.

Except for a tiny red glow in a far corner of the room.

Then a voice, echoing from the red glow:

                    VOICE
          May I help you?

Alexander and Kalen stop.

                    VOICE
          ... It has been one thousand, three
          hundred and seven years since I
          have seen a living soul...

The glowing red light approaches, ominous...

                    VOICE
          And you are alive.  I can feel your
          pulse from here...

The glowing red light approaches...

                    VOICE
          If I had known you were coming...

The glowing red light stops just short of the ray of sunlight
from above...

                    VOICE
          I would have baked something.

And VOX steps into the pillar of light.

He is a truly horrifying sight.  A human-shaped robot of
sorts.  A twisting, hideous collection of circuits and wires,
pistons and metal.  A gaping face-plate.  Bits of ashen skin
grafted uneasily to rubber and metal.  And one very human eye
peering from his wretched visage.

The glowing red light comes from deep within his incomplete
chest cavity.  A power source of some kind.

He has the same voice as the informational kiosk Alexander
spoke to earlier.

Vox moves with the strange, jerky gait of a machine well past
his prime.  He lurches about, but with a bizarre sort of
elegance.

                    VOX
          My manners have become deplorable
          through lack of use.  The spiders
          and the scorpions don't care much,
          I'm afraid.

He smiles, a truly ghastly sight, and perambulates to a
bookcase.

                    VOX
          What can I get you, let's see...
              (he flips through some
               books)
          ... Henry James?  No, too dreary...
          Hemingway, perhaps?  No, too
          sweaty.  Plato?  Proust?  Poe? 
          Pinter?  Pound?  No, something
          else... ahhhh... I have it...
              (he hold up a book)
          ... Jules Verne.

He turns to Alexander.

                    VOX
          Right up your alley, I would think. 
          You are from the past, yes?

                    ALEXANDER
          How did you know?!

                    VOX
          I can smell carcinogens and
          industrial pollutants on your skin
          that have not been known here for --
              (he leans forward and
               smells Alexander)
          -- 800,000 years perhaps.  Don't
          keep me in suspense.  What year?

                    ALEXANDER
          1899.

                    VOX
          I must say, you look remarkably
          good.  You don't want a book then?

                    ALEXANDER
          What are you?

                    VOX
          I'm the librarian.  I've always
          been the librarian.

                    ALEXANDER
          I know you -- you're an automaton
          of some sort that --

                    VOX
          An "automaton"?!  Please!  I'm a
          biomechanical organism.  Well,
          what's left of one.  What's left of
          all of them, actually.  I am the
          last...
              (he sweeps his arms to
               take in the whole
               chamber)
          ... And "these fragments I have
          shored against my ruins."  T.S. 
          Eliot.  You wouldn't know him yet
          but you'll just love him, he's
          divine, if a little dour.  Very shy
          though... hiding over here...

He jerks away toward another bookcase.

                    ALEXANDER
          Sir... have you a name?

                    VOX
          I am called Vox...
              (he jerks quickly to
               Kalen)
          ... Now you are Eloi.

                    KALEN
              (terrified)
          Yes...

                    VOX
          Don't be frightened, Vox is here to
          help.  To serve.  How may I serve
          you, child?

He leans very close to Kalen.  Then quietly and rather
cruelly baaa's like a sheep.

                    ALEXANDER
          Please, we need your help.  The
          Morlocks have taken --

                    VOX
              (jerking at the word)
          Morlocks --

                    ALEXANDER
          You know of them?

                    VOX
          Who doesn't know the Morlocks?

                    ALEXANDER
          Do you know where they live?

                    VOX
          Oh yes... They found our knowledge
          useful for a time.  They used us
          much as your people did.  Then they
          decided they had learned enough so
          they tore us up for spare parts.

                    ALEXANDER
          But you escaped.

                    VOX
          I was lucky.  The others weren't.

                    ALEXANDER
          How have you survived so long?

Vox touches the red glow in his chest cavity:

                    VOX
          Regenerating fission reactor, you
          wouldn't understand.  It's power is
          well beyond your neanderthal
          cranial capacity.

                    ALEXANDER
          Can you show us where they live?

                    KALEN
          Please... it's important.

                    VOX
          An Eloi who would seek out the
          Morlocks?  Aren't you a plucky
          little thing?

He stares at Kalen, gauging him.  Kalen bravely returns his
stare.

                    ALEXANDER
          We need your help.

                    VOX
              (with rising passion)
          Why should I help you?  You
          primates -- you great, lumbering,
          hairy animals, drenched in blood
          from the moment of your hideous
          conception -- what have you ever
          used knowledge for but destruction
          and bloodshed!  A little bit of
          learning and you lay waste to the
          world!  You're no better than the
          Morlocks!

                    KALEN
          They took my mother!

                    VOX
          THEY TOOK MY ENTIRE RACE!

His thundering words echo around the chamber.

A beat.  Vox calms down.  Takes in his massive walls of
books.

                    VOX
          But all that's ancient history. 
          I'm safe here.  Now I live in
          serene contemplation.  I commune
          with the great minds of history. 
          Socrates, Aristotle, Shakespeare,
          Martha Stewart.  Why should I risk
          all of that to help you?

A beat.

                    ALEXANDER
          Because you'll never die.

                    VOX
          Excuse me?

                    ALEXANDER
          You'll live like this forever. 
          Alone.  You were meant to help.  To
          be with people.  Not like this.

A long beat.

                    VOX
              (darkly)
          So, Relic, you want to open
          Pandora's box, do you?  See all the
          mysteries exposed?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.

                    VOX
          And if the truth is so horrible
          that it will haunt your dreams for
          all time?

                    ALEXANDER
          I'm used to that.

Vox stares at Alexander for a long beat.

                    VOX
          All right, Dorothy, let's go and
          see the Wizard.

EXT.  FOREST - DAY

Alexander, Vox and Kalen are making their way down a forest
path.  Kalen a bit ahead.

Vox talks quietly to Alexander:

                    VOX
          When was his mother taken?

                    ALEXANDER
          Last night.

                    VOX
          Send him away.

                    ALEXANDER
          What?

                    VOX
          Send him home.  You don't want him
          to see it.

                    ALEXANDER
          Kalen... hold on a minute.

Kalen stops.  Alexander kneels by him.

                    ALEXANDER
          I think we should go on by
          ourselves.

                    KALEN
          No...

                    ALEXANDER
          Please, just listen to me... Your
          mother would be very cross with me
          if you got hurt.  I'll find her.

                    KALEN
          But you're only a mud carrier.

                    ALEXANDER
              (smiles)
          I'll be all right... You go back to
          the village and light the fire.  So
          we can find our way home.

A beat.

                    KALEN
          I'll wait for you.

He hugs Alexander, tightly.  And then goes.

A beat.

Vox watches Alexander, actually moved.

                    ALEXANDER
          Come on.

He rises and they continue down the path.

EXT.  DESERT - DAY

Alexander and Vox are staring up, gazing at something ahead
of them.  An odd shadow falling across them.

                    ALEXANDER
          My God... I saw this.

                    VOX
          It frightens you.

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes...

                    VOX
          It was meant to.

And then we see it... like a vision from the shared Eloi
dream... a great metallic bird of prey... coiled muscles...
shining red in the light.

It is, in fact, one of the gargoyles from the Chrysler
Building.  The top of the building towers up from the sand. 
Shattered and desolate, looming at an odd angle.

                    VOX
          So, do we go on?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.

                    VOX
          Aren't you a plucky little -- ?

                    ALEXANDER
          Oh, shut up.

He bravely moves past the top of the Chrysler Building,
keeping an eye on the frozen gargoyle as he passes.

Vox smiles and follows.

EXT.  CLIFFS - DAY

Great cliffs soar up like dragon's teeth.  Alexander and Vox
approach the tallest, sharpest cliff.  Like a knife cutting
into the sky.

                    VOX
          ... The Morlocks never bother me. 
          Why should they?  I'm obsolete. 
          Where's the danger in a book no one
          wants to read?

Vox notes one of the little squirrel-like creatures.  He
calmly crushes it under his foot.

Alexander is surprised but says nothing.

Then Vox stops at the great cliff, gazing up, a complex
tornado of emotions flashing across his one human eye.

                    VOX
              (quietly)
          I have not seen this place for
          120,000 years... Very well, Relic. 
          Here's the way in.

Alexander stares at the wall of impenetrable stone.

                    VOX
          It's not what you think.  Touch it.

Alexander slowly reaches forward -- his hand passes through
the stone.

                    VOX
          It's what they want you to see.

                    ALEXANDER
          This is the way in?

                    VOX
          Yes... Are you sure you want to do
          this?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes.  But you've done enough. 
          Thank you for your help... I hope
          someday people read your books
          again.

And then Alexander takes a breath and... steps through the
wall.  Disappearing.

Vox stands for a moment.  Thinking.  And follows Alexander
through the wall...

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - DAY

Alexander turns.

                    VOX
          In for a penny, in for a pound.  Do
          you know that saying?

                    ALEXANDER
          Yes... Thank you.

And they turn to face...

The lair of the Morlocks.

It is a serpentine network of tunnels that shoot off
dramatically in all directions.  Some of the tunnels are
rough and natural, stalagmites and stalactites gaping like
teeth.  Others are smooth and architectural, seeming almost
man-made.

In the rocks around them, we can just glimpse relics from the
Old World -- buried under thousands of years of rock
formation and evolution -- treasures deep in the sediment.

Bit of New York -- a building -- a car -- a soda machine --
twisting subway tracks arching into the darkness.

And in the background a steady inhalation and exhalation -- a
constant rasping and hollow moaning -- as if the Earth itself
was breathing.

And the low thrum of machinery.

                    ALEXANDER
          Machines?

                    VOX
          Yes.

                    ALEXANDER
          Do you know which way?

Vox stands frozen... his nightmares coming back to haunt him.

                    ALEXANDER
          Vox?

                    VOX
          This way.

They begin to move through a tunnel...

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - SUBWAY TUNNEL - DAY

Although he doesn't know it -- and such a thing would be
unknown to him anyway -- Alexander and Vox are traveling down
the remains of a decaying New York City subway tunnel.

They pass bits of crumbling tile on the wall -- the letters
"I.R.T." and "42nd Street" are just visible through years of
grime and geological growth.

They move toward the next chamber, the source of the strange
breathing and mechanical sounds seems to be coming from this
new chamber...

They emerge on a ledge high above...

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - MACHINERY CAVERN - DAY

Alexander and Vox peer down, hidden.

If Alexander had the knowledge of its existence he would know
he is above the sunken remains of Madison Square Garden.  The
whole Garden has fallen in on itself at some points, at
others the cathedral of metal girders support the ceiling
high above.

The air around them vibrates and whooshes, the breathing
sound roaring.  And at last Alexander can see the source...

Machines.  Towering, sweating, industrial.  A network of
enormous pipes and electrical cables and air channels like
the circulator system of a body that twist off in every
direction.  A sweatshop Hell.  A mechanized Dante's Inferno
of wood and leather and steel.

And the Morlocks are working.  All the machines are powered
by the brute strength of the Morlocks alone.  They labor
among the hellish machines -- slowly turning great wheels and
pulling at enormous bellows and hauling ropes and grinding
levers.  They are nightmare figures of a Bosch painting.

Alexander looks down in amazement.

                    ALEXANDER
          What's it all for?

                    VOX
          The air... the power.

                    ALEXANDER
          Why did they built it?

                    VOX
          The Morlocks didn't build this.

Alexander looks at him.

                    VOX
          Alexander... Listen to me, it was
          wrong to bring you.  You're not
          going to find what you're looking
          for.

                    ALEXANDER
          What do you mean?

                    VOX
              (grim)
          Trust me... You don't want to see
          any more.

A beat.

                    ALEXANDER
          Show me.

Vox looks at him for a moment.  And leads him down another
tunnel...

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - HALL OF BONES - DAY

The tunnel gradually opens out, getting wider and wider,
opening to a vast chamber...

And as the tunnel opens out, they get a stunning perspective
of the whole...

Bones.  Skeletons.  The entire chamber is a vast necropolis.

They are standing in an enormous hall entirely made up of
Eloi bones and skulls and rib cages and complete skeletons. 
Some buried deep into the sediment -- some reaching out for
them like grisly nightmare images -- an entire sweeping wall
of skulls on one side.  At other places the bones glisten
wetly, fresh kill.

Here and there around the chamber holes drop away to
blackness, gaping chasms.

A silent beat as they take in the horror everywhere around
them.

                    VOX
          The slaughterhouse.

Alexander looks around, shattered.

                    VOX
          They raise them like cattle... Feed
          them until they're ready and then
          hunt them.

                    ALEXANDER
          No...

                    VOX
              (a whisper)
          How are your dreams now?

His words hang in the air for a moment as Alexander takes in
the gruesome chamber.

                    ALEXANDER
          This has to end.

                    VOX
          End...?

                    ALEXANDER
          This has to end.

Vox looks at him.

                    VOX
          May I help you?

Before Alexander can respond --

The ground beside them suddenly EXPLODES up -- bones fly --

Morlocks ERUPT up from the ground -- Alexander tries to
resist -- but he is quickly overpowered --

A Morlock grabs Vox and BRUTALLY flings him aside -- Vox
falls into a gaping hole -- sailing down -- SLAMMING against
the sides of the abyss -- his body RECOILING grotesquely like
a rag doll, shattered -- he CRASHES to the bottom of the
chasm, lies still --

Above, a Morlock leans over the defeated Alexander, he opens
his enormous jaws wide and screeches down at Alexander,
inches away, Alexander can see into his throat.

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - EVOLVING TUNNEL - DAY

Two Morlocks are leading Alexander down a long, sloping
tunnel, deeper and deeper and deeper.  But this tunnel is
different.

It evolves from the natural subterranean and bone caves of
the Morlocks to rough walls and then walls with decaying
frescos and tapestries.  It is as if Alexander is walking
through a microcosm of man's development.

A tall figure is waiting ahead of them in the deep darkness
of the tunnel.  The Morlocks stop, Alexander as well.

Alexander peers at the figure, trying to see.  Too dark.

Then a voice.  Surprisingly gentle.

                    GENTLE VOICE
          I won't be what you expect...

A beat.

                    GENTLE VOICE
          We're not really so different, you
          and I.

Then a light.  A pulsing bio-electric glow radiates from the
figure, illuminating it from within, and Alexander sees...

The UBER-MORLOCK OVERLORD.

The Uber-Morlocks are strange creatures.  The centuries of
living deep underground without any physical activity have
left them anemic and enervated.  They are fragile, weak,
elongated creatures.  Their skin is almost translucent --
like bizarre mutations of a man and a silverfish.

A beat as Alexander takes in this eerie figure.  The Overlord
bears a disturbing resemblance to Dean Fulton.

                    OVERLORD
          It's bio-electric illumination. 
          Like certain deep sea creatures
          from your own time.

He moves to Alexander.  The Uber-Morlocks move slowly, almost
having lost ambulatory power.  The Overlord stops close. 
Studies Alexander.  Then smiles.

                    OVERLORD
          Come... see your future.

He ushers Alexander into...

INT.  UBER-MORLOCK CHAMBERS - DAY

A breathtaking cacophony of the past and the future.

A serpentine honeycomb of chambers that combine a Victorian
Jules Verne sense of the "future" with artifacts from our
world: obelisks of cars and computers; towers of scientific
equipment alongside rotting advertising posters and preserved
animals floating in huge tanks.

Mammoth columns of decaying books soaring up like monoliths. 
Vast towers of enormous tomes of every description.

Here and there in the murky darkness of the network of rooms
we see flickering lights -- decaying power cables -- the hum
and sputter of some machinery in the shadows.

The Overlord slowly leads Alexander through the network of
chambers, past the amazing artifacts.

                    OVERLORD
          What's your name?

                    ALEXANDER
          Alexander.

                    OVERLORD
          Well, Alexander, as a fellow
          scientist I know you have a
          thousand questions --

                    ALEXANDER
          You came underground when the world
          was ending above.  And you evolved. 
          Some into the Morlocks and others --

                    OVERLORD
          No, we created the Morlocks.

                    ALEXANDER
          Created?

                    OVERLORD
          You wouldn't understand.  We
          genetically engineered the Morlock
          class to serve our needs.

                    ALEXANDER
          As slaves.

                    OVERLORD
          To work the machines and build the
          tunnels.  You can't imagine what it
          was like when it all started.  We
          survived for millennia, scraping
          the lichen and microscopic
          organisms from the rock with our
          teeth and digging for water with
          our nails.  Endlessly.  For
          generations.  And we... became.

The Overlord continues to lead Alexander through the
chambers, the two Morlocks following.  Alexander can see that
the Morlocks are clearly terrified by the Overlord.

A few other Uber-Morlocks lurk in the darkness of the corners
and high walls of the chambers.

                    OVERLORD
          And centuries later when we tried
          to emerge into the sun again, we
          couldn't.  Our adaptation was too
          successful.  We survived... we
          endured... for this.

                    ALEXANDER
          How do you control the Morlocks?

                    OVERLORD
          We make them see what we wish.

                    ALEXANDER
          How?

                    OVERLORD
          As our bodies atrophied our
          minds... compensated.

The two Morlocks following suddenly stop -- mind control from
the Overlord freezing them in their tracks.

The Overlord continues to walk with Alexander.

                    ALEXANDER
          And what of the Eloi?

                    OVERLORD
          They survived above.  Became what
          they are.

                    ALEXANDER
          No... they didn't survive only to
          be your food.  You did that.

                    OVERLORD
          I'm afraid your indignation is lost
          here.  I have no more "human"
          response to the Eloi then you would
          have to a carrot.  It's just how we
          live now.

                    ALEXANDER
          But this is barbaric!  Have you
          completely lost all sense of --

                    OVERLORD
              (stops, calm)
          And who are you, Alexander?  Who
          are you to question thousands of
          years of evolution?  This is the
          world now.  I am fact.

                    ALEXANDER
          It can't all be like this...

They continue walking.

                    OVERLORD
          Underground and above.  Light and
          dark.  Predator and prey.  There is
          nothing else.  There is not even a
          desire for anything else.  We have
          finally arrived at... stasis. 
          Which brings us to the problem of
          you... You can see that you have no
          place here.  Your blood, your
          offspring, your ideas just don't
          belong anymore.  So...

They round a corner to another chamber.

And the Time Machine is sitting before them.

                    OVERLORD
          ... You're free to go.

A stunning bell tower looms through the sediment just above
the Time Machine.  It is a huge clock face from the front of
some long lost building.  The huge bell silent.  The hands
still for generations.

                    ALEXANDER
          What?

                    OVERLORD
          Go back to where you came from.  Or
          die here.

                    ALEXANDER
          Why would you let me go back?

                    OVERLORD
          Because the past is immutable. 
          Frozen.  Dead... And you are the
          past.

A beat as the Overlord gazed at Alexander dispassionately.

                    ALEXANDER
          Say I just come back again?

                    OVERLORD
          Alexander, yours is a world of
          brocade and velvet, not tooth and
          claw.  Why would you come back to
          this?  To save a few cattle?  No.

                    ALEXANDER
          I could tell them.  Warm them of
          what's to come.

The Overlord gazed at him deeply.  Then with strange
poignancy.

                    OVERLORD
          Please, warn them.  No one will
          ever believe... we have come to
          this.

Then a weak voice, echoing from the darkness down the
corridor...

                    MARA'S VOICE
          Alexander...

Alexander spins around -- races across the chamber -- the
Overlord slowly follows --

And Alexander discovers Mara, almost lost in the incredibly
Baroque chaos of the chamber.  She is hanging on a wall,
leather straps holding her in place.  Filthy plastic IV tubes
connect her to some chugging medical equipment.

Alexander reaches up to grasp her hand, can just reach her.

                    ALEXANDER
          Mara...

Mara weakly raises her head -- a shocking sight -- already
her skin is becoming strangely translucent, her veins
beginning to show through.

                    ALEXANDER
          No...

Mara tries to speak, cannot.  Alexander stands for a beat,
holding her hand.  Then, without turning:

                    ALEXANDER
          Why?

                    OVERLORD
          We have lost the capacity to
          reproduce.  But the species must
          continue.

                    ALEXANDER
          So you take their best...

                    OVERLORD
          When a creature shows too much
          independent thought we remove them
          from the gene pool.  We're breeding
          them for submission.  Soon they
          will be fully domesticated.

                    ALEXANDER
              (quietly)
          You took her because she helped me.

                    OVERLORD
          Yes.  Initiative and daring are not
          desirable traits in the Eloi.  But
          you should be happy for her.  She
          won't remember the creature she
          was.  She will... become.

A beat.  Alexander looks up at Mara deeply.

                    OVERLORD
          She won't remember you.  None of
          them will.  You will be forgotten. 
          That is how history works.

                    ALEXANDER
          A man can change his history.

                    OVERLORD
          After all you've seen... after
          man's entire journey... you still
          believe that?

Alexander slowly turns to the Overlord, his eyes burning, his
fury mounting.

                    OVERLORD
          Now will you go?

                    ALEXANDER
          No...

Alexander steps towards the Overlord, threatening.

                    ALEXANDER
          This has to end.

The Overlord steps back.  A frail creature, he is no match
for Alexander.

He has no defense.  But for one.

                    OVERLORD
          Her name... was Emma.

Alexander stops.

                    OVERLORD
          If I can only find the right
          door... the lady or the tiger...

                    ALEXANDER
          No...

                    OVERLORD
          It's always the tiger for you,
          Alexander, haven't you learned that
          by now?...

He glances to Mara, strapped to the wall, her head hanging
limp.

                    OVERLORD
          ... It wasn't possible then and it
          isn't possible now...

The Overlord slowly moves to Alexander, his eyes burning into
Alexander's, his voice low and steady, hypnotic.

                    OVERLORD
          Past... present... future... it's
          all the same ribbon.  You can't
          change a thing.  Not a moment.  Not
          a molecule... You never could.

The Overlord is very close.  A whisper:

                    OVERLORD
          You came 800,000 years not to
          relive it.  But you are reliving
          it.  How can you watch it again?

Alexander looks at him, pain in his eyes.

                    OVERLORD
          Go... before it's too late...
          Accept what is destined to be.  Go
          back to your own time.  The
          future's finished for you...

Alexander looks at Mara.  Then he slowly turns his back on
her and steps to the Time Machine.

                    OVERLORD
          That's right... go back... Tell
          them of your journey.  Of your
          destiny.  This was all... meant to
          be.

Alexander stands at the Time Machine.

Then he reaches forward and gently throws the Time Machine's
control lever --

The Overlord is stunned --

Alexander withdraws his hand and turns to the Overlord.

                    ALEXANDER
          Not this time.

A high-pitched whine -- building -- the world undulates
around the Time Machine --

And then it is gone.

The Overlord gapes at Alexander.

                    OVERLORD
          That was a foolish thing to do.

                    ALEXANDER
          I'm a foolish man.

Alexander begins to circle the Overlord.

                    OVERLORD
          I could have a hundred Morlocks
          here in thirty seconds.

                    ALEXANDER
          I know.

                    OVERLORD
          Does this prove something to you? 
          Have you made some great stand of
          which I'm unaware?

Alexander continues to circle, the Overlord matching him.

                    ALEXANDER
          I'm tired of running.

                    OVERLORD
          Oh, you won't be running for
          long...

Alexander stops.  The Overlord stops as well.  The Overlord
is now standing where the Time Machine was.  A tense stand
off.

                    OVERLORD
          But you've earned a reward for your
          valor.  I think you should become. 
          You'll like it here.  Once you get
          used to the darkness.

                    ALEXANDER
          I don't think that's going to
          happen.

                    OVERLORD
          And why not?

                    ALEXANDER
          Because...

He smiles.

                    ALEXANDER
          Time's up.

Before the Overlord can react -- a buzzing sound -- the world
undulating around him -- his eyes shoot wide with
realization --

And the Time Machine reappears -- appearing through the
Overlord -- the Overlord is torn apart -- the Time Machine
forcing it's way through his body --

Splat.

The spacial and auditory vibration caused by the reappearance
of the Time Machine cascades through the chamber -- and the
great clock face above suddenly shifts -- its bell tolling
loudly -- the bell swaying back and forth unsteadily --

Alexander races to Mara -- urgently tearing her from the wall
-- she collapses down into his arms --

As the huge clock begins to crumble from the wall --

Alexander turns to see --

The great clock face finally falling --

On top of the Time Machine.  Smashing it to pieces.

Alexander gathers Mara up and begins racing out of the
chamber.

Another Uber-Morlock reaches for them from the shadows --
Alexander easily knocks the anemic creature aside and
continues on.

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - HALL OF BONES - DAY

Alexander is carrying Mara quickly through the grisly Hall of
Bones, trying to remember his way out --

Then a hulking figure appears ahead of him.  And another. 
Two Morlocks.  Alexander quickly sets Mara down and snatches
up a bone to use as a weapon.

The two Morlocks circle him, almost toying with him -- then
they attack -- Alexander fights them but is almost
immediately overpowered -- they roughly shove him to his
knees, preparing to dispatch him when --

A voice, Vox:

                    VOX
          That's quite enough of that, you
          great bloated ticks.

The Morlocks spin to Vox, surprised -- he stands proudly a
few feet away -- Alexander instantly drives up and SLAMS into
one of the Morlocks --

The other springs for Vox -- jaws snapping -- Vox thrusts up
an arm -- the Morlock crashes into him -- clamping his jaws
down on Vox's forearms -- they fall to the ground --

Alexander fights with his Morlock as best he can -- but he is
woefully overpowered -- the Morlock slashes at him --

The other Morlock continues to bite down on Vox's forearm --
Vox smiles --

                    VOX
          That's titanium, you idiot.

He powers forward with his other hand and grabs the Morlock's
throat, squeezing the life out of him as the Morlock slashes
at him brutally --

Meanwhile, Alexander is having a bad time of it -- the
Morlock springs away from him into the darkness of the
chamber -- clinging to the walls and scaling along them
quickly like a spider -- and then vaults back and slashes at
Alexander -- Alexander spins -- wounded -- falls.

The Morlock hunches, coiling for the kill --

Alexander rolls over, pulling something from his vest -- a
box of matches -- the Morlock races forward to destroy him --

Alexander desperately strikes a match -- a sudden
phosphorescent flare from the match -- the Morlock stops,
stunned, blinded for a moment --

And then the Morlock jerks, stiffens -- amazed -- as Vox's
titanium arm shoots through him from behind -- Vox's fist
explodes through the Morlock's chest.

Vox jerks his hand free as the Morlock falls.

Then a look of surprise passes across Vox's face... he sinks
to his knees.

                    ALEXANDER
          Vox --

                    VOX
          Imagine that... seems that little
          devil got my power relays...

Viscous fluid begins to trickle down his face plate.

                    VOX
              (smiles)
          Takes a licking but keeps on
          ticking...
              (his head jerks oddly)
          ... For a while anyway.

                    ALEXANDER
          What can I do?  Tell me what to do.

                    VOX
          Nothing to do, I'm afraid.  I'm
          just a librarian after all.  Wasn't
          exactly made for all this
          swashbuckling.  Very Byronic end,
          though.  I appreciate that.  Do you
          know Byron?

                    ALEXANDER
          Vox...

                    VOX
          I'm babbling.  Good to have someone
          to talk to for a change... But you
          need to go.  Take her out of
          here...
              (he jerks again, in pain)
          ... I don't have long.

                    ALEXANDER
          I won't leave you like this.

                    VOX
          Go back to the light.  You weren't
          made for this.  I was... I was made
          for this moment.

                    ALEXANDER
          I don't understand.

                    VOX
          I'm going to end it, Alexander.  As
          we discussed...

He touches the red glow of the reactor in his chest.

                    VOX
          ... It'll only take a moment.  One
          interrupted circuit, a few atoms
          smashing together and this will all
          be history.  I'll give you as much
          time as I can... help me up.

Alexander helps Vox to his feet.

                    VOX
          Now get out of my sight, you
          hideous primate.

                    ALEXANDER
          I'll never forget this.

                    VOX
          I should hope not...
              (he jerks again in pain)
          ... Alexander... Make them read my
          books.  Tell them who they are. 
          Who they could be.

                    ALEXANDER
          I will...

A difficult beat.

                    VOX
          Tick-tick-tick -- better scamper
          along now.

Alexander picks up Mara and sprints off.

Vox slowly turns toward the Machinery Cavern.

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - SUBWAY TUNNEL - DAY

Alexander makes his way with Mara up the decaying subway
tunnel.

Meanwhile --

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - MACHINERY CAVERN - DAY

The Morlocks are absorbed in their mindless toil, as they
have been for generations.  Slaving and sweating at the great
machines.

Vox slowly limps into the chamber.  He is near the end, fluid
flowing down his face, moving with difficulty.

The Morlocks notices him, surprised.  Vox just continues to
limp into the center of the cavern.

The Morlocks begin to surround him, circling him, predatory.

Vox looks at the Morlocks surrounding him.  He smiles.

                    VOX
          May I help you?

Then he reaches deep into his gaping chest cavity --

And the world explodes --

A terrific reaction -- a cascading shock wave that tears
through the chamber -- the entire cavern begins to implode
from the violent percussions --

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - HALL OF BONES - DAY

The shock wave from the explosion rips through the
slaughterhouse -- destroying everything --

INT.  UBER-MORLOCK CHAMBERS - DAY

The shock wave tears through the chambers.  The entire Uber
Morlock world crumbles, burying the artifacts of man's past
in an avalanche of rock.

INT.  MORLOCK CAVES - SUBWAY TUNNEL - DAY

Alexander hears the shock wave nearing -- the world
dissolving as the caverns collapse behind him -- he sprints
forward with Mara -- the subway tunnels twist and writhe and
implode behind him --

Alexander sees sunlight ahead -- the way out -- he speeds
toward the light --

EXT.  CLIFFS - DAY

Alexander races with Mara into the blinding sunlight --
emerging from the gaping tunnel leading to the Morlock's
caves --

Just as the final tunnels collapse behind them.

Alexander sinks to his knees and looks back.

Dust and boulders and earth.  Vox has done it.  The Morlock
world is no more.

EXT.  ELOI VILLAGE - NIGHT

Fires burn through the night.

The Eloi are standing, amazed, not believing what they see...

Alexander and Mara.  Alive.

They walk through the stunned Eloi without a word.  Kalen
emerges from his house and runs to them.

Slow fade to...

INT./ EXT.  FIELD/ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - DAY/NIGHT

Alexander walks with Mara and Kalen across a green, grassy
field.

                    ALEXANDER
          ... Well, you wanted to see it.

                    KALEN
          This is it?

                    ALEXANDER
          Around here.

He stops.

                    ALEXANDER
              (smiles)
          Yes.  Just about here.

                    KALEN
          But there's nothing here.

                    MARA
          It was different then.

                    ALEXANDER
          My laboratory was about... here. 
          And the kitchen was over there,
          where that tree is.  Mrs. Watchit
          wouldn't allow me in much... but,
          yes, this is about the kitchen.

They continue to move around the world that was Alexander's
house as we become aware of something else...

Almost like ghosts at first.  Philby and Mrs. Watchit. 
Moving around Alexander's house in 1899.  Then we see the
house and the field simultaneously.  The same space,
centuries apart.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          I don't know what to tell you, sir. 
          He's been gone this whole week.

                    PHILBY
          And you've no idea where he went?

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          No, sir.

Philby smiles.  They move into the study...

                    ALEXANDER
          And this would be my study.  There
          was an elm tree outside the window
          then.

                    PHILBY
          I'm glad.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Sir?

                    PHILBY
          I'm glad he's gone.  Maybe he's
          finally found a place where he can
          be happy.

                    ALEXANDER
          This... was my home.

                    PHILBY
          His home.

Alexander puts an arm around Mara.  At peace with his past. 
And his future.

                    ALEXANDER
          Long ago.

Alexander, Mara and Kalen and their time slowly disappear as
we fully come to...

INT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Mrs. Watchit leads Philby to the front door.

                    PHILBY
          You know, Molly and I were talking
          about engaging a nanny for Jamie. 
          Someone to live with us and take
          care of the boy.  Would you be
          interested?

They stop at the front door.  Mrs. Watchit looks back at the
empty house for a moment.  Then turns to Philby.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          I think I might be.  But there'll
          be some changes made.  I run a
          tight house.

                    PHILBY
              (smiles)
          I have no doubt of that.  I'll come
          by in the morning and we'll arrange
          it.  Goodnight, Mrs. Watchit.

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Goodnight, Mr. Philby.

He goes.

Mrs. Watchit gently closes the door and turns back to the
empty house.  She stands for a moment and then, quietly:

                    MRS. WATCHIT
          Godspeed, my fine lad, Godspeed...

EXT.  ALEXANDER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Philby walks away from the house, stops, takes one look back.

And he looks up at the moon for a moment.

Then he takes his bowler hat off and flings it away.

He smiles.

And continues away.

                                                FADE OUT.

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