7.2 210 Drama «Top»

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

(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. 7.2 210 Drama

And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens. [ELIAS freezes

(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be. (Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is

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