7.2 210 Drama [ EXTENDED — MANUAL ]

(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.

(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. 7.2 210 Drama

And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens. (Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is

A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START] It kept his pulse when everything else was sinking

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

I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye.

[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.]