Timeless, Sc 3 – 4

Posted by starlitvoice on May 2, 2018 in Pages


Here we are again; one week older, one week wiser… Well, maybe not wiser, but definitely older. But we don’t have to get any older before reading the next two scenes of Timeless!

If you missed out on the first section, you can find them here.

And now, for your reading pleasure, we are excited to present Scenes 3 and 4 of Timeless.


***Herbert has Awkward Tea with Aunt Wells***

(Int. of Auntie Wells’ living room. The place is a mess. Herbert paces up and down, in thought. A faint tick tock can be heard.)

Wells: (A strange maniacal laugh is heard off stage followed by Wells) Excuse me, Herbert, the milk’s gone bad!

(Wells comes in with some tea. It’s a very awkward situation. Wells and Herbert have the exact same gestures and mannerisms.)

Wells: Sit down Herbert. I’ve already got a moat.

Herbert: Sorry.

Wells: That’s alright. I know you mean well. Do you know, I lost a sister once too?

Herbert: Oh. (Moment) Where’d you see her last? (Sharp look from Wells) Sorry.

Wells: (With a smile) Wasn’t you who did it.

Herbert: (After a long moment, they loudly sip their tea at the same time, then plainly) This isn’t tea.

Wells: (Nods, then after a moment) I forgot to put the tea bags in.

Herbert: (After another moment, gets up to leave.) Well, thanks for the tea, Aunt Wells. I’ll see you tom –

Wells: Herbert, do you want to save your sister?

Herbert: What kind of question is that?

Wells: Very much the rhetorical kind.

Herbert: Obviously.

Wells: There’s a way.

Herbert: My mom was right. You are crazy. (Makes to storm out.)

Wells: I think I might know where she is. And I can get you there.

Herbert: Then why didn’t you say so earlier?

Wells: Because your mom was right. I am crazy. But I’m not wrong about this. Not this time. (She gets up and starts going through her things.) I really wish I could have the kind of motivation your mom does, always keeps things nice and tidy, never misplaces anything… Ah! Here it is! Take it.

Herbert: What is it?

Wells: It’s a clock.

Herbert: And… what’s it supposed to do?

Wells: (Looks Herbert up and down) It’s a clock. It tells the time.

Herbert: (Herbert throws her arms into the air, turns and tries to leave again.) Might as well eat it, then.

Wells: Have you ever tried eating a clock? Very time-consuming… Look, just let me explain.

Herbert: (Exasperated) Fine.

Wells: Sit down. (Herbert remains standing) Or stand. Alright. Your sister’s been kidnapped. (Herbert gives Wells an “obviously” look.) She’s been taken somewhere no one will ever find her. Except you. You could find her. With that clock.

Herbert: This doesn’t make sense.

Wells: I didn’t lose a leg in the Balloon Wars to try to make sense of all this. I’m trying to tell you what to do.

Herbert: You have both your legs.

Wells: Like I said, I did not lose a leg in the Balloon Wars to try to make sense of all this. Now are you listening to me, or… good. Your sister was kidnapped by a villain. A filthy cur who came back from the future to stop your sister from inventing a special machine.

Herbert: Inventing… what?

Wells: A special machine. Try to keep up, won’t you? We don’t have time to be repeating things. Long story short, it makes everything better. Trees grow taller, fish swim faster, teddy bears are cuddlier… you know… better. The villain didn’t like that very much. So he came back in time to kidnap your sister.

Herbert: So in the future…

Wells: Uh-huh…

Herbert: My genius sister invents this… this…

Wells: Special machine…

Herbert: Special machine and makes everything better…

Wells: Cuddlier teddy bears, yes…

Herbert: But there’s a villain who didn’t like it, goes back in time to kidnap my sister to stop her from inventing this special machine.

Wells: Yes. In a nutshell. Of course, the intricacies of time travel paradoxes are immense because if you go back in time and meet your own grandad and you keep him from meeting your grandma, would your father ever be born? And by extension, would you be born? And if you’re not born, how are you supposed to go back in time to stop your grandad from meeting your grandma? It’s a conundrum.

Herbert: But why?

Wells: no one knows…

Herbert: No, why not come back to… you know… (She swipes a finger across her throat)… Georgina?

Wells: No idea.

Herbert: No idea?

Wells: Not even a little one.

Herbert: My mom was right. (She makes to leave again.)

Wells: You don’t have to believe me, but at least take the clock and see for yourself. Take it! It’s your only hope. It’s Georgie’s only hope. (Herbert looks at Wells, grabs the clock.)

Herbert: (Herbert looks the clock over.) Let’s say this works. Let’s say that somehow you have a time travel thing that could take you to the future –

Wells: And the past.

Herbert: (Angrily) And the past, whatever, why now? Why wouldn’t you say something? You said you lost your own sister. If this thing really works, why not go back in time to stop that from happening?

Wells: (Quietly, a little forlorn) Don’t you think I tried?

Herbert: Why me?

Wells: Because you’re you.

Herbert: (Looks at the clock. Sits down, tears still streaming down her face.) Because I’m me… If it wasn’t for me –

Wells: Noooo! No, no, no, no! That is a road that leads to a dark place. What if, what would have been, what could be… (Thoughtfully) I’ve been down that road, Herbert, and no one has time for that sort of cliché. (Herbert starts to ugly cry.) There, there… No water… tear ducts… eyeball leaking… shhhhh…

Herbert: (Giggles) Thanks, Aunt Wells.

Wells: Anytime. Now, this clock – Now, wait, no, don’t roll your eyes. Please. At least think about it.

Herbert: Fine.

Wells: Promise?

Herbert: (Exasperated) Yes!

Wells: One day, about an hour from now, I’m going to say I told you so.

Herbert: I still have questions, though! Where are you going?

Wells: I’m going to invest in some tea bags, and then I’m going home! (She exits)

Herbert: This is your house!


***Herbert Tests the Clock***

(Int. Herbert’s bedroom. She’s getting ready for school. The clock lays on the bed.)

Father: (pokes his head through the door) Are you coming down for breakfast, Herby?

Herbert: In a second dad.

Father: Are you sure you’re feeling up to it today?

Herbert: Best to just rip off the band-aid right?

Father: Why don’t you go over to Max’s after school? (Doorbell rings) Oh, that’ll be the milkman, I expect. (Father Exits)

(Herbert packs her things into her school bag. Combs her hair one last time. Looks at herself in the mirror. Sighs.)

Herbert: Fine.

(She sits on the bed and looks at the clock. After a moment she picks it up. She turns the knob just a little. Waits for a second. Looks around her room. Nothing changes. She throws the clock back onto the bed.)

Herbert: Might as well eat it, then.

(She gets up, gathers her things. Just as she’s about to reach for the door, her dad pokes his head in.)

Father: Are you coming down for breakfast, Herby?

Herbert: I was just on my way.

Father: Are you sure you’re feeling up to it today?

Herbert: I’m sure dad, you don’t have to keep asking.

Father: Why don’t you go over to Max’s after school? (Doorbell rings) Oh, that’ll be the milkman, I expect. (Father Exits)

Herbert: (confused) He probably just forgot something, that’s all.

(While looking out the door she takes a step back to her bed, reaches for the clock, puts it in her bag.)

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