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The Time MachineEnd of last part: GEORGE: What is it! DAVID: I felt hands! Cold hands! GEORGE: Take one of these ladders DAVID: Yes, give it to me. GEORGE: Use it as a weapon! Hit the thing with it! [SCREAMS FROM MORLOCK ARE HEARD] GEORGE: David they're here beside me! GEORGE: Use the ladder, man, use the ladder! DAVID: They're all around us! GEORGE: This way! Follow me this way, back this way. Part 4 [DAVID DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT] DAVID: We went back in the dark, running and fighting every step as we went.
Back to the ladder and climbing up again. Up toward daylight and freedom. Away from their stench and their icy hands. And they did not follow us because daylight was their enemy, and their great fear. They could only live in darkness. And so we continued to live in the lush gardens of the little people like prisoners, like men who are dead though they still walk the earth. Because the time machine was locked away behind great brass doors and we could never leave. Then one day, Weena told us of an old building, an ancient building that had survived through many ages and was filled with many strange and unusual objects. GEORGE: A museum! That's what it must be! A museum, David! Perhaps from some earlier time! DAVID: I'm in no mood to go looking at a museum. GEORGE: Don't you see? Perhaps there are things, weapons, machinery. Something we can use! DAVID: Yes! Yes of course! If we could find some dynamite or gunpowder or something! GEORGE: We could blast those doors! We could get in! DAVID: Where is this place, Weena? This old building that no one ever goes near? WEENA: I will take you, it is not far. DAVID: A chance, old man! A small one but a chance, nonetheless! [DAVID DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT] DAVID: All day we wandered through the great ruined halls. The building had been deserted, unused for perhaps a century.
It was late afternoon and growing dark when we came to the chemical section. We had found nothing useful to us until then. Now came the worst disappointment of all. GEORGE: And it's dust. All of it. It's been dust for centuries. It's hopeless. We were out of our minds to hope that explosives would survive for a hundred-thousand years. WEENA: Can we go now? If nothing is here? GEORGE: Wait, just a moment. There's something in this case. DAVID: Well, you can break it with your lever. GEORGE: Stand back a little. [SOUND OF GLASS BREAKING] GEORGE: A box of matches. Sealed in a glass jar. DAVID: Wait, let me see. Why they're perfect! They're not even damp ! GEORGE: What should we do with them? We can't burn down brass doors. DAVID: Well, you'd better keep them, you never know when you might need them. GEORGE: David! DAVID: What. GEORGE: On the floor, you see them? Small, narrow footprints leading away into the darkness at the end of this passage!
WEENA: George! DAVID: We'd better go! GEORGE: Pick Weena up and carry her. We're going to have to make a run for it! DAVID: Now, don't be frightened, my dear! [SOUNDS MADE BY THE MORLOCK ARE HEARD DAVID: It'll be alright. GEORGE: Go on ! Run! [DAVID DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT] DAVID: We came out of the gloom of that place into the deeper gloom of dusk, and suddenly we saw. We were trapped, that we couldn't escape! All around us were the Morlock. They were there by the thousands! Surrounding us and coming closer. The long even line of deathly white, their eyes blinking and their tiny mouths alive with hunger.
GEORGE: David! The matches from the museum! DAVID: I have the matches. GEORGE: Light a fire here. The forest is dry. Hurry man! We'll have a huge fire here in a minute! The Morlock don't like light, or heat.
[DAVID DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT] DAVID: The fire leaped high in the sky and the country side was on fire. The Morlock turned in fear, blinded by the light. Some of them, not being able to see, ran into the flames. The rest just ran away in all directions and disappeared from view.
George and I ran down a long corridor between the flames. We ran towards the safety of the community of the little people, the Eloi. As we ran, we passed the huge monument with its great bronze doors that were locked tight. And suddenly, in the light of the distant fire, we saw something that made us quickly stop. GEORGE: They're open! David -- the doors are open!
WEENA: No! Don't go in ! George, no! DAVID: It's a trick! They're waiting for us inside! GEORGE: Waiting or not, we're going in ! DAVID: George, it's suicide! GEORGE: If the machine is okay, it'll take me one minute to screw the levers on again, then I touch them and we're away! DAVID: Alright, I'll try to give you your one minute. GEORGE: Good boy! WEENA: No! Don't go! Don't leave me! DAVID: (still carrying Weena) Now you, you my dear, you hold me tight around my neck. You're coming home with us. GEORGE: Alright. Let's go! Oh! Look at the machine! They haven't harmed it! DAVID: I don't see them, yet. GEORGE: Come on now, quickly!
[LOUD SOUND] DAVID: The doors, George! They're closed! GEORGE: Ah, get in the seat. I'll be ready in a moment. [DAVID DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT] DAVID: I waited for the sound of the time machine starting. There in the darkness the Morlock were finally upon us. I could feel cold fingers over my body. Holding my arms and legas and trying to pull me away from the machine. I held tight to Weena and tried to kick them away with my feet. WEENA: David, David! DAVID: Hurry, George, hurry! GEORGE: I must fix these levers quickly or we're done! [SOUND OF TIME MACHINE STARTING] GEORGE: There, David, we're away, we're gone!
DAVID: Yes, yes, we made it! GEORGE: Are you alright! DAVID: I'm alright! GEORGE: Good. And Weena? DAVID: Weena isn't with us. GEORGE: What happened? DAVID: They pulled her from my hands. The last minute. They got her. I tried to save her, I couldn't. I still have a piece of her tunic here in my fist. A little piece of her pink tunic, George. Nothing else. [DAVID DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED NEXT] DAVID: And so we came home again. Back into the very minute in which we had left. Back 9:23 on the night of December 31, 1899.
We were in George's laboratory again, motionless. Sitting on the ridiculous contraption which he has called "The Time Machine". Was it all a dream? Did any of it happen? Could any of it happen? Of course not. How stupid. But what about this? What about this piece of thin, pink silk I hold in my hand? The End
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