7.2 — 210 Drama

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

[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose. 7.2 210 Drama

[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.] I’m not going there to fix gears

I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye. Everything in this room just

The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag.

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

(Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is precision! You think your "art" is better because it’s messy? This watch belonged to a man who crossed the Atlantic. It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking.