(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.
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. 7.2 210 Drama
I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye. (Slamming a small screwdriver onto the bench)Repetition is
[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.] 7.2 210 Drama
A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]