We keep these stones in many places.
This is the room where my parents taught me for the first time.
Why do you learn this language if you don't use it?
It's a tradition we hand down.
It meant something once. It must be here for a reason.
"One generation passeth away, and another cometh.
But the earth abideth forever."
Why have you come here?
- Why do you travel through time? - To have a question answered.
A question?
Yes. Why can't I change the past?
Why would you want to?
You've lost someone.
Someone you loved very much.
Mara, why are there no older people here?
What do you mean?
- Older people, your parents' age. - They've gone from this place.
You mean they're dead?
Yes.
- All of them? How is that possible? - There are things better left unsaid.
We don't dwell on the past, Alexander.
- We do something else. - What?
We remember them...
...with these.
Alexander!
Alexander.
Are you coming to work now? Come with me.
He's not well. We're gonna see his machine.
- Now? - Stay with Toren.
- Go the next day, tomorrow. - I need to see that it's all right.
This way.
Will you tell me more about New York tonight?
I will.
Good, it seems fine.
We had quite a ride together.
It's ready?
It appears so.
Will you use it now?
Go back to your own time?
Well, I guess I could.
- It seems so long ago. - No, you should go.
And I need to ask...
...will you take Kalen with you?
Why?
Take him away. Back to your time. Will you?
- Mara, why? - Please, you don't know.
Take him away from here.
Kalen!
- Mara, what's going on? - They're early. We must get Kalen.
Kalen!
Mara!
- Kalen! - No, stay here.
Stay in the group.
Run!
Where did they go? We have to follow.
- We do not col'quin tor, no. - Why not?
This is nem Eloi'tas. Our life here.
- How can you just do nothing? - How can tor'tas al'mor?
- It's day and night. - Day and night?
This is the world.
Why don't you fight back?
Fight back. Why not?
Those who far quil'pax...
...fight...
...are taken first.
- Do you know where they go? - No.
- Do they come back? - No.
- Has anyone followed? - I don't know.
What about the Morlocks? There must be a leader. Kalen, listen!
Sometimes we need to accept what happens.
And other times we have to fight.
Even if we are afraid.
Now, it's difficult to understand. I know.
Believe me, I know. Now, they're afraid...
...and I'm asking you not to be.
So will you tell me what you know?
We can save her.
Please.
When they go, we're not supposed to talk about it.
But we all know of a place.
- What place? - Where the ghosts are.
Here it is.
Welcome to Vox System. How may I help you?
It's all right.
How may I serve you?
What can I get you?
Let's see...
Henry James? No, no, too depressing.
Hemingway, perhaps? No, no, too sweaty.
Plato, Proust, Pinter, Poe, Pound? No.
The complete works of Martha Stewart?
I have it!
Jules Verne. Right up your alley, I would think.
- Photonic, right? - Or what's left of one.
What's left of all of them. I am the last.
"And these fragments I have shored against my ruins," T.S. Eliot.
You wouldn't know him yet, but he is so depressing, yet so divine.
I'm sorry. The lending library is out of service.
Not to worry, I have them all right here. Every page of every volume.
- Can you tell me what's happening? - My sources are no longer annotated...
...and my information is anecdotal. But what was once one race is now two.
One above and one below.
Two distinct species that have evolved.
- And how do those below survive? - That is the real question, isn't it?
I don't believe it.
If you don't like the answers, you should avoid asking the questions.
Look at them.
They have no knowledge of the past. No ambition for the future.
So lucky.
Why would you say something like that?
Can you even imagine what it's like to remember everything?
I remember the girl who asked me about dinosaurs 800,000 years ago.
I remember the last book I recommended.
Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe. And, yes, I even remember you.
Time travel. Practical application.
How do you know about the Morlocks if you can't leave this place?
One Eloi managed to escape. He told me everything.
We spent years together.
Just talking.
The conversation's a little spotty now, but I do remember.
It's good to have a friend.
Then you can help us find the Morlocks, find Mara.
And if the truth is so horrible, it will haunt your dreams for all time?
Well, I think I'm used to that.
My friend said he came from the east.
From the jungle.
- Can you describe it? - I don't have to.
Just follow the breathing.
In the dream we're moving toward it.
But I think it was meant to keep us away.
- I might just go in by myself. - No.
Mara would be very cross with me if you got hurt. I'll find her.
Go to the village and light a fire so we can find our way home.
- Will you do that for me? - I lost your pocket watch.
They took it from my room.
I'm sorry.
Why would they take it?
Stupid.
Mara.
Mara?
Mara.
Mara?
Come a little closer.
I don't bite.
Do I surprise you?
A little, yes.
We weren't always like this.
After the moon fell from the sky...
...the earth could no longer sustain the species.
Some managed to stay above. The rest of us escaped underground.
Centuries later, when we tried to re-emerge into the sun, we couldn't.
So we bred ourselves into castes.
Some to be our eyes and ears. Some to be our muscles and sinews.
You mean your hunters.
Yes. Bred to be predators, but bred also to be controlled.
You see, my caste...
...concentrated on expanding our cerebral abilities.
- You control their thoughts. - Not just theirs.
The Eloi.
So it's not enough that you hunt them down like animals.
- That's their role here. - To be your food.
Yes.
And for those who are suitable, to be breeding vessels for other colonies.
You see, I'm just one of many.
I don't understand how you can speak so coldly about this.
Have you not considered the human cost of what you're doing?
We all pay a price...
...Alexander.
Don't worry, you're safe.
I control them.
Without that control...
...they would exhaust the food supply...
...in a matter of months.
Food supply? They're human beings!
Who are you to question 800,000 years...
...of evolution?
This is a perversion of every natural law.
What is time travel but your pathetic attempt to control the world?
Your futile effort to have a question answered.
Do you think I don't know you, Alexander?
I can look inside your memories.
Your nightmares.
Your dreams.
You're a man haunted by those two most terrible words:
"What if?"
Daddy! Daddy!
You built your time machine because of Emma's death.
If she had lived, it wouldn't have existed.
So how could you use your machine to go back to save her?
You are the inescapable result of your tragedy.
Just as I...
...am the inescapable result...
...of you.
You have your answer.
Now go.
I believe you have something that belongs to me.
We all have our time machines, don't we?
Those that take us back are memories.
Those that carry us forward...
...are dreams.
You're forgetting one thing.
What if?
- What are you doing with it? - Changing the future.
Come on.
Wait here.
Go!
Hurry!
Alexander!
I'm sorry you lost your machine.
Oh, it's all right.
It was only a machine.
"The congregation rose and stared while the three dead boys...
...came marching up the aisle.
Tom in their lead, Joe next and Huck...
...a ruin of drooping rags, sneaking sheepishly in the rear.
They had hid in a gallery, listening to their own funeral sermon...
Aunt Polly, Mary and the Harpers..."
This is the place.
So it is.
But there's nothing here.
Well, it was different then.
My laboratory was all around here.
The kitchen was over there where that tree is.
Not that Mrs. Watchit ever let me go in there.
I don't know what to tell you, sir.
- He's been gone this whole week. - And you have no idea where he went?
- No, sir. - This would be my greenhouse.
There was a garden outside.
Yes.
I'm glad.
Sir?
I'm glad he's gone.
Maybe he's finally found some place where he can be happy.
This was my home.
His home.
Long ago.
You know, Molly and I were talking about engaging a housekeeper.
Someone to live with us and help take care of Jamie. Are you interested?
- Perhaps until the master returns. - Of course.
But there'd be some changes made. I run a tight house.
I have no doubt of that. I'll call and we'll arrange it.
- Good night, Mrs. Watchit. - Good night, Mr. Philby.
Godspeed, my fine lad.
Godspeed.
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