Somewhere in Time (1980) - full transcript

Young writer Richard Collier is met on the opening night of his first play by an old lady who begs him to "Come back to me". Mystified, he tries to find out about her, and learns that she is a famous stage actress from the early 1900s, Elise McKenna. Becoming more and more obsessed with her, he manages, by self hypnosis, to travel back in time where he meets her. They fall in love, a matching that is not appreciated by her manager. Can their love outlast the immense problems caused by their "time" difference? And can Richard remain in a time that is not his?


Richard, say, kudos.

Wow. You found some essential
truth in that staging.

- Yeah?
- Absolutely. Clearly, it's about Vietnam.

He suffers from
suburban existential...

It's about whatever
you want it to be about.

Richard, we loved the play.

- You understood it, huh?
- Perfectly.

I'll talk to you later.

You aced it.
You aced it.

- I'm sorry. I don't know your name.
- Pam.

- Pam? This is Shelley, my girlfriend.
- Hi.

- Hi. How are you?
- I'm Richard and I'm thirsty.

{\an7}- So we'll talk to you later.
- Bye-bye.

- That was a fine, fine play.
- Really. - Absolutely.

Hey, Shelley, I gotta go
talk to this guy, okay?

What is happening?

This is for you from all of us.

Hey, Shelley! Thank you.
Shelley, look at this.

Wait a minute. What happened
here, did everybody sign this?

- Yeah, everybody signed.
- Fabulous. Thank you.

- Where'd you sign this?
- I signed it inside.

Good, I got some news.

There was an agent
in the house tonight,

and he says he thinks this play
might be good enough for Broadway.

- All right!
- Yeah. I know.

Let's keep our fingers crossed.
Come on, let's all have some cake.

Penelope, great!

Okay. Now, I think this thing
that we ought to do here is...

Everybody get a piece? Here
you go. Let me trade you that.

I think we shouldn't cut the mask.
We save those for later.

Hm?

Come back to me.

- Who was she?
- I never saw her in my life.

What'd she give you?

Oh, my God.

Is this a party or what?
Let's have some cake.

How was the play?
Did you enjoy it?

Are you all right?

- A-ha!
- "A-ha," what?

"A-ha," where ya goin'?

I'm going on a trip.

- Where?
- I have no idea.

What about the play?

Well, it isn't done.

Okay. When will it be done?

I don't know.

Oh, my God. Richard, there are
people waiting for that play.

Is Jill going with you?

No. I don't think so.
We broke up.

The Red Sox are at home tonight

for a Comiskey Park game
against the Yankees.

The Cubs are just beginning
a West Coast swing...

- How long will you be with us?
- Just tonight, will be fine.

If you'll sign in here, sir.
- Sure.

Arthur, 313, please.

- Have a pleasant stay.
- Okay, thanks a lot. - Thank you.

- This your first time here, Mr...
- Collier.

Yeah. For some reason,
I never got around to coming here.

-I always heard how nice it was, though.
- Uh-huh, when was that?

About 8 years ago.

See, I used to be a student
up at Millfield College.

Yeah, the students come here now
and then to enjoy the restaurant...

and the rooms.

It seems to me, I remember they had a
graduation prom here back in...

'47, was it?

Oh, really?
You been here that long?

Why, I've been here since 1910.

- 1910?
- Uh-huh.

Came here with my parents
when I was 5 years old.

- Really?
- My father was a desk clerk.

I used to drive him crazy
playing ball in the lobby.

He got so mad at me sometimes.
I'm lucky I lived to be 6.

Three, George.

- Got yourself a nice view here.
- Let me see.

Ah, great.

Okay, let's see now.
Here you go.

Thank you, Mr. Collier.

If there's anything I can do
for you, just let me know.

My name's Arthur and I live in
the bungalow behind the hotel.

Okay. Thanks a lot.
See ya around, Arthur.

Have we ever met before?

Have we ever...
No, no. I don't think so.

No. No. I'm sure we haven't.
Have a nice stay here, Mr. Collier.

Okay, thanks a lot.

- Sir?
- Yeah, when do you open?

In about 40 minutes, sir.

40 minutes?

Yes, sir.

Arthur! Hi.

Yes, Mr. Collier.

Arthur, you know,
in the Hall of History,

there's a photograph,
a young woman.

There's no nameplate.

Yes, that's Elise McKenna.

She was a famous
actress in her day.

Starred in a play
in the hotel theatre.

I'm sorry. Did you say
there was a theatre here?

Down by the lake.

Really?

When was this play done?

Oh, um...

1912.

1912?

Hey, Arthur!

Arthur. Hi. Listen.

Could you take my luggage and put it
back in my suite? Great. Thanks a lot.

And can you tell me where
the nearest library is?

In town.
Right past the church.

Great. Look out.

Thanks. Terrific!

Thanks a lot.

See you around, Arthur.

Yeah.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

"One of the most revered
actresses on the American stage,

"for many years, she was the theatre's
greatest box office draw. "

"Under the guidance of her
manager, William Fawcett Robinson,

"Elise McKenna was
the first American actress

"to create a mystique
in the public's eye."

"Never seen in public
in her later years,

"apparently,
without an offstage life,

"the absolute
quintessence of seclusion."

Excuse me. Do you have
any theatre biographies

that aren't in the racks under
the rare books or magazines?

Well, we do have some magazines,

but they're in the back, and
I'd have to find them and...

Could you do that for me, please?

Well, all right.

- Thanks. I'm in the back.
- Okay.

Great!

Here you are.

Thank you.
Thank you.

- Yes?
- Hello, yes. Miss Roberts?

- Yes.
- Hi. My name's Richard Collier.

And I just read your book
on famous American actresses,

and I really enjoyed it a lot.

What is it you want?

Information about Elise McKenna.

What sort of information?

Well, I'm a playwright and I was thinking
about doing a play based on her life.

- And of course I'd have to talk...
- I'm sorry.

Ma'am, please.

Please, don't.

This is not for a play,
Miss Roberts.

This is something very personal.

I don't understand.

Where did you get that?

She gave it to me, ma'am.

At the opening night
of a play that I wrote

at Millfield College
about 8 years ago.

That watch was
very precious to her.

She never, never left
it out of her possession.

It disappeared
the night she died.

She died that night?

Won't you come in, please?

Thank you.

I have some things I've been
saving for the theatre collection.

That was a costume from
one of the plays she was in.

Miss Roberts,

what was she like?

When I knew her, she was
kind and thoughtful. But...

she was just too
much within herself. She...

she seemed empty somehow.

Well, she wasn't
always that way, was she?

No, not at all.

People who knew her
when she was young said

that she was quick and
bright and full of fun.

Strong, wilful, not at all
the way she was later.

What made her change?

I don't know, but the change seems
to have taken place about 1912.

After she performed
in a play at the Grand Hotel.

That was her manager,
William Robinson.

Was he really as strange as you
seemed to indicate in the book?

There was something strange
about their relationship.

Oh wow, look at this.

Hey.

May I?

- Of course.
- This is incredible.

This guy, Finney. He was my
philosophy teacher at Millfield.

- Really?
- Yeah.

She read that book over and over.

She had that made.

What is it?

That's my favourite music
in the whole world.

I don't understand
what's happening.

- Dr. Finney?
-You'll have to walk with me, young man.

I have another class.
What's your name?

Collier, sir.
Richard Collier.

- Student?
- Yes, I was, 9 years ago.

Well, I try to make my classes
interesting, but 9 years?

- What can I do for you?
- I have a question for you, sir.

- Shoot.
- Is time travel possible?

That is a question.

- Let me tell you something,
Richard, is it? - Yes, sir.

I was in Venice...

in 1971.

I was staying in a very old hotel.

But I mean, very old.

The structure,
the furnishings, everything.

The atmosphere was aged,
if you follow me.

And my room,
I felt as though it was

a century or more earlier than 1971.

- You understand?
- Yes, sir.

So, in other words, then, the
location is very important.

Not all important, but essential.

The rest is here.

One afternoon, I...

I was lying down in that room.

All the sights around me,
a part of the past.

Even the sounds I heard,

and I conceived a notion.

What, I asked myself,

if I attempt to hypnotise my mind?

Suggest to it that it isn't 1971,

but 1571.

I closed my eyes

and fed a suggestion into my brain.

It's August, 1571.

I am in the Hotel Del Vecchio,

and I spelled out
the details for myself,

and did it over and over,

and again and again and again.

And?

Well,

I'll never really know, Richard.

I've never done it since.

And I'm not sure I'd
want to do it again.

I felt exhausted afterwards.
Completely washed out.

And if it really did happen,

I was only there a fraction
of an instant, remember.

A flicker.

Yes, sir. I understand that.
But you were there.

I thought so.

It was imperfect, granted.

How would it be otherwise?

There were objects around me that
were clearly from the present,

and I knew they were there.

Oh...

if I were going to try it again...

Mind you, I have no such
intention, but if I did,

I would disassociate myself
entirely from the present.

Move everything out of sight that
could possibly remind me of it.

Then, who knows?

Sorry. Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi, how do you do?

Listen, do you have 1912 money?

I mean, very specifically, 1912.

A-ha!

That's it.

All right. Let's see now.

Yeah, not too bad.

Yep, yep, yep, yep.
It's looking all right.

Ah, good evening, Miss McKenna.
You don't know me, but you will.

Evening, Miss McKenna.

You don't know me,

but you will.

Okay.

It is June 27th, 1912.

Oh, boy.

You are lying on your bed
in the Grand Hotel,

and it is 6:00 p.m. in the
evening of June 27th,1912.

Your mind accepts
this absolutely.

It is 6:00 p.m.
on June 27th, 1912.

Elise McKenna is in this hotel
at this very moment.

Her manager,
William Fawcett Robinson,

is in this hotel
at this very moment.

Now. This moment. Here.

God, how stupid.

That's not very bright.

Both in the Grand Hotel on this
early evening on June 27th, 1912.

6:00 p.m. on June 27th, 1912.

Elise McKenna and you.

Goodbye.

Elise McKenna,
now, in this hotel.

She and her company, who are in
this hotel at this very moment,

even as you lie here on your bed

in the Grand Hotel
on June 27th, 1912...

6:00 p.m., June 27th, 1912.

The stage is being set for their
performance tomorrow night.

Your mind accepts
this absolutely.

It is 6:00 p.m. on June 27th, 1912.

You have travelled back in time.

Soon you will open your eyes,

and you will walk
into the corridor,

and you will go downstairs
and find Elise McKenna.

She is in the hotel
at this very moment.

Damn it!

There's no question
in your mind.

It is 6:00 p.m.
on June 27th, 1912.

That which you think
becomes your world.

Your mind accepts this absolutely.
It is June 27th, 1912.

It has to happen!

You know that now.
You know it!

It has to happen.

There is no question.
You know it.

It has to happen.

Relax. Accept.

Relax and accept.

Shut up!

- Yeah, not bad.
- Great.

Hey. Look at these pictures.

I'll bet they're a hundred
years old, if they're a day.

- Look at this furniture.
- Isn't that nice?

Yeah.

What a place, huh?

- Yeah? You like those?
- It's beautiful.

- They're yours.
- I'll bet this is all crystal.

You suppose it is?

Yeah, it must be.

Look at the rest of the place.
It has to be.

Look at here,
the original picture?

Yeah, but look
how much they've been...

Arthur!

Arthur? Arthur?

Arthur?

Arthur! Come on.
Wake up.

Hi, Arthur. I'm really
sorry to wake you up,

but you're the only
one who can help me.

Listen, you know those things in
the Hall of History display cases?

Where do they come from?

Is there a storeroom or something?

Arthur, please. Where do
those things come from?

The...

attic, Mr. Collier.

Shit.

Come on.

Here we go.

Twelve!

McKenna.

Yes.

I was there.

I was there.

It is 6:00 p.m.,
June 27th, 1912.

There is no question in
your mind. It is 6:00 p.m.

Of course.

Room 416.

Room 416.

9:18, tomorrow morning.

9:18. 9:18, tomorrow morning.

Believe.

Believe.

Believe.

1912.1912.

1912.1912.

I made it.

Oh, brother.

I made it.

I made it.

Maude!

I'm back.

- Are you ready yet?
- No.

I don't know why you
act in such a manner.

Indeed, I suspect you do not.

And what am I to
make of that remark?

What you will, Rollo.
What you will.

Are we to have this
maddening exchange

each and every time
I notice the existence

of a female other than yourself?

Notice her existence?

That scarcely describes your rapt
appraisal of her every inch.

- Rapt appraisal of her...
- You just don't love me anymore.

- Oh, Maude.
- Christ.

- I want to lie down for a while.
- That's a good idea.

Great idea.

I warn you. I've had enough
of this constant bickering.

That's what you always say to
everything, "I will not discuss it."

That's your answer to everything.

Unless you come to your senses,

I shall leave without you.

Excuse me. Did you see someone
just trying to get in here?

Yes, some young chap,
ran that way.

I'll be damned.
I'd better report that.

Indeed, you'd better, sir.

I'd have reported it myself,
if I'd known that there was...

Good afternoon, Miss McKenna.
You don't know me.

Good afternoon, Miss McKenna.

Good afternoon, Miss McKenna,
I've just come 68 years.

May I please speak to you?

- Yes?
- Yes, monsieur?

Um...

ls Miss McKenna here?

No, I'm afraid she's not.

Could you tell me where she is?

I'm sorry,
I have no idea, monsieur.

Strike one.

I beg your pardon.

Getting out?

Not inside, Arthur.

- Are you Arthur?
- Yes, sir.

Here you go.

Arthur, not inside.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

I say, I shall have her!

Not in my life, you shall not!

Whatever you desire,

I guarantee you satisfaction!

Be out of here within 2 hours
after the show's over?

- That's impossible. The man's insane.
- That's what he wants.

- You know Robinson.
- I wish to God I didn't.

All right, if he's that
anxious to get out of here,

let him doff his fine coat
and help us tear down the set.

What?

Sorry.
Have you seen Miss McKenna?

You have a message for her? Give it
to me and I'll see it reaches her.

Now, as for our
precious Mr. Robinson...

- Madam, I do not so regard her.
- Yes, you do.

And you shall not marry her.

And I say, I shall have her.

Not in my life, you shall not.

Give in, Cecily.
It's not your place to say.

Desist!

Good people, this is a
comedy, not King Lear.

Let's not bury the
playwright before his time.

Excuse me!

I'm terribly sorry to bother you.

I wonder if you know
where Miss McKenna might be.

Very well, very well.
Let us take it again.

From the beginning.

A yearly stipend, shall we
say, paid for by the month.

Whatever you desire.

Hello.

Take it again, Madeline.

Why not put her on the
scale and sell her by the pound?

May I speak to you, please,
Miss McKenna? May I...

May I please speak to...

Miss McKenna. No. No.

Elise, may I...

Oh, boy!

Miss McKenna.
Good afternoon, Miss McKenna.

Uh...

- I'm, um...
- Flustered, my sweet?

Never seen an actress
en déshabillé before?

Uh, I'm looking for
Miss McKenna, please.

Most likely walking by the lake,
my dear.

Thank you.

Oh!

- Watch it, sonny.
- Sorry. Excuse me.

Is it you?

Is it?

Yes.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, yes, quite all right.

- I'm sorry if I startled you.
- No, you didn't startle me.

I think I did.

I'll take you in to dinner now.

May I speak to you, please?

Anything the matter?

Who was that young man?

I've no idea.

He gave no name?

There was hardly time.

You were conversing, McKenna.

No.

Well, not really.

No, no need to look back.
He's following us.

Keep on walking.
I'll be right along.

Are you a guest here, sir?

You're Robinson.

Are you a guest of the hotel?

Uh...

Yes. Yes, I am.

Then I must ask you to stop
annoying Miss McKenna any further.

If you do not, I shall
see that you're put out.

What did you say to him?

Oh, what I've always said
to men of his sort.

That gown of yours in Act 2,

I'm not crazy about it,
you know.

It'll have to be redone.

Warn Marie that I shall
discuss it with her later.

Good evening, reservations
for 4 under Woods.

- Woods. - Yes, monsieur. What
time was the reservation for?

- 8:00 p.m.
- 8:00 p.m.

Monsieur,
may I help you, please?

I'm dining with Miss
McKenna, thank you.

- Good evening.
- How are you, sir?

I told you, we should have
gone to Poughpeepskie.

Poughkeepsie.

Poughpeepskie.

And I just won't
discuss it any further.

It isn't the lines at all.
If only these actors would...

Isn't he the nincompoop who thought
he could do Hamlet last season?

Mon chéri, we meet again.

Yes, hello.

I so admire a man not hidebound
by the dictates of fashion.

- Ma'am?
- That suit.

I haven't seen one
like it for a decade.

- A decade?
- Yes.

Still looking for Miss McKenna?

- Yes, in fact...
- Over there.

Thank you.

What do you think you're doing?

Dancing with you.

But we don't even know each other.

I know everything about you.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

What do you mean?

- If you will excuse me...
- No, you don't understand.

- I think I do.
- No, no, please, don't leave.

You have no idea...

you have no idea how far
I've come to be with you.

There's no need to be
afraid of me, you know.

The man's an intruder.

Will you kindly see to it that he
is escorted from the premises?

If you will, sir.

One moment.

I shall go with him.

McKenna.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Don't worry, William.
I shall return momentarily.

Thank you so much.
I was so embarrassed...

Your name, please?

Richard Collier.

Your place of residence?

Chicago.

Your occupation?

I'm a playwright.

A playwright.

Yes, but I'm not here because...

And you say that you know
everything about me.

- Well, yes...
- Which is patently absurd.

You couldn't possibly
know everything about me.

We've never met. You're a
complete stranger to me.

But then, why did you
say, "Is it you?"

I don't have to answer that.

I know you don't.

I wish you would, though.

What is the matter with him?

He's just looking out for me
as he has always done.

But why is that?
Do I look dangerous?

Wait. Wait.

When can I see you again?

I don't know.

And have it ready
by tomorrow morning.

I'll do my best.

Smiling, McKenna?

Seems appropriate.

Rather handsome young man,
if ill-mannered.

I'll keep an eye on him.

I'm sure you will.

Is he the one, William?

Is he?

Only you can tell for certain.

Now, tomorrow night's performance.

Remember, stay ahead of them.

Keep the mystery,
always the mystery.

- Excess within control.
- Excess within control.

Sleep well, McKenna.

All right.

Who is it?

Richard Collier.

Good morning.

You sleep all right?

- Wonderfully.
- I'm sorry.

I didn't sleep too well either.

But I was on a porch chair.
So, you know...

Don't you even have a room?

Yes, I will at 9:18.
Room 416.

I mean. Would you
like to go to breakfast?

At 6:00 a.m.?

Well, later?

I don't eat breakfast
on performance days.

No, of course not.

- Lunch?
- Mr. Collier!

No, no, no.
It's not Mr. Collier.

Isn't that your name?

Well, yes, that's my name, but...

- What?
-Marie. She's sleeping in the other room.

Marie?

- My maid.
- Oh.

I'm sorry.

Well, of course my
name is Mr. Collier.

But I was hoping you'd call me
by my first name, Richard.

- Why should I?
- I don't know.

Just hoped you would.

When can I see you today?

I shall be rehearsing all day.

All day! That's crazy! You can't...

Don't wake her up.

Will you walk with me?
Can you do that much?

I can't.

Young woman, if you do not
walk with me, I shall go mad,

positively insane and do
crazed things to myself.

Walk with me.

Please.

Say, "Richard," that's me.

"Thank you. I would love to walk with you
and talk with you and get to know you

"and not be afraid of you
and resolve everything."

Say, "Yes."

Yes.

1:00.

Outside the hotel.

She's crazy about me.

Can I persuade you to join me?

Where are you from, Collier?

Chicago.
Where are you from, sir?

I'm given to understand
that you're a playwright.

You understand correctly.

No doubt you dream of seeing Miss
McKenna in one of your opera.

That's plural for opus. I presume
you've written more than one?

Mm.

And seen them produced.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

I'm not entirely unacquainted
with the achievements

of the American stage
in the past decade.

Perhaps I've seen one?

No, I doubt it.

I also doubt very much that I shall
ever see one graced by Miss McKenna.

You don't really believe
that's why I'm here, do you?

Why are you here?

Is it money?

I don't think you really
believe that either.

There is a law, Collier.

I warn you. I will not
hesitate to make avail of it.

Yes? On what charge?

- The matter's concluded, sir.
- No.

Oh, yes.
You may depend on it.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Excuse me.

Arthur!

Forgive me again, sir.

I'm very sorry, sir.

That's quite all right.
I'd like a room, please.

Oh. Don't you have one?

Well, I was rather ill when I arrived
last night. So I stayed with a friend.

Ah, I see.

You do have a room, sir?

Yes, yes.

Thank you.

One single. $3 a day.
Bathroom privileges extra.

Would you care to sign
the register now, sir?

Um...

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Are you
sure this is the right room?

The right room, sir?
I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Mr. Biehl.
That room is reserved.

Forgot to put a notice in the slot.

I'm very sorry.

- Right, shall I sign?
- Would you, please?

Excuse me.

Let me just finish that for you.

Grand Hotel.

9:18.

I'm sorry...

Thank you, sir.

- Bingo.
- I beg your pardon?

Oh, nothing.

Which room is your luggage in, sir?

Um...

It's no problem.
I can get it later myself.

Thank you very much.

See you around, Arthur.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Astonishing.

- Hello.
- Hello!

- You look lovely.
- Thank you.

- Shall we?
- Certainly.

Sorry I'm late.
Complications.

- What did you do to your face?
- Shaved.

New blade wasn't
quite sharp enough.

I shudder to think what you'd look
like if the blade were any sharper.

Oh, no. I don't believe it.

Gotta give him credit.
He's like a bulldog.

Would you like me
to speak to him?

Wouldn't do a bit of good.

I think I know what would,
though.

Whoa! Wait for me!

Mr. Collier,

it isn't easy being a
successful actress.

Over the years, I...

I found it necessary
to protect myself.

So understand, please understand.

That I'm even with you today...

when we only met last night.

Why did you say, is it you?

I was expecting.

Me?

Someone.

Who?

Tell me.

I think you'll laugh.

Why? Is it funny?

In a way.

William told me you were coming.

- Robinson?
- Yes.

He knows somehow.

He really does.

He knew a lot of things
before they happened,

my career, my...

He told me that

one day I would meet a man who'd

change my life.

Did he tell you that man would
be someone to be afraid of?

Yes.

And what do you think now?
Do you...

Do you believe that?

No.

You're obviously not.

That's beautiful.

What is it?

That's Rachmaninoff,
from the Rhapsody.

I saw him with
the philharmonic once.

I love his music, but I've
never heard this piece.

Really?

Well, I'll introduce
you to it sometime.

Sorry we had the carriage so long.
Thank you.

See that guy's face?

They're gonna hang us
for horse-napping.

Stick out your tongue.

Huh?

Stick out your tongue.

Why?

Oh, no.

The most peculiar moment
in my life, Mr. Collier.

I think you'll survive
it, Miss McKenna.

What time is it now?

Um...

4:30.

Well, I must be getting back.

You have to? Can't you
stay a little longer?

No, I have to rest awhile.

The play.

The play.

It's lovely.

Where did you get it?

It was given to me.

Well, shall we?

So, when's the company leave?

Tonight.

Where are you going?

Denver.

Well, thank you for
a most pleasant afternoon.

Could we talk just a little longer?

- I really should rest awhile.
- Please.

Very well, then.
Just for a moment or so.

What did you want to talk about?

No.

Oh, my God.

What's happening?

McKenna?

McKenna?

Come in.

I think you'd better go.

Have you been waiting all
this time for our return?

- This is hardly the time
for discussion... - Have you?

Yes.
Does that surprise you?

Our relationship is
strictly business.

Strictly business?

I'm involved with you as an actress,
Mr. Robinson, not a doormat.

Do not attempt to
wipe your boots on me.

Richard.

I shall leave a ticket for you
at the theatre door.

"Excess within control," McKenna?

Au revoir.

Good evening, miss.

Not good at all.

Particularly bad.

I'll not go downstairs again.

What is it, miss?

I've just been dining with the man
my father is determined that I wed.

Banker Harwell.

Banker Harwell, yes.

All 67 years, and 5'4" of height
and several hundred pounds of him!

He does have money,
though, miss.

And never lets a soul forget it.

I'm amazed he has
the least desire to marry.

He's so happily wedded to his gold.

Perhaps he won't be that bad, miss.

There must be something
you like about 'im.

Yes, his absence.

The man of my dreams
has almost faded now.

And what man is that, miss?

The one I have created in my mind.

The sort of man

each woman dreams of in the deepest

and most secret reaches
of her heart.

I can almost see him now before me.

What would I say to him

if he were really here?

"Forgive me.

"I've never known this feeling.

"I've lived without it all my life.

"Is it any wonder, then,
I failed to recognise you?

"You've brought it to
me for the first time.

"Is there any way

"that I can tell you
how my life has changed?

"Any way at all to let you know
what sweetness you have given me?

"There is so much to say.

"I cannot find the words,

"except for these,

"I love you."

And such would I say to him

if he were really here.

What in God's name
were you doing?

- Nothing. - Nothing? Rewriting
the entire first scene?

- I got it back on course.
- Elise, can you hold a moment.

We've just got to
take that photograph.

Very well. Just a moment,
I have to change.

Quickly!

And a little flourish.

Yes, yes. Yes, very pretty.
Very pretty. Just one moment.

Here we go. I'm just going
to focus on that lovely...

Yes, yes, yes! I'm just
going to put in the plate.

One moment.
There we go.

A little smile, please.

Not quite. Perhaps if you think
of something happy or bright.

Yes, that's it.
That's it. Hold it.

Perfect! Absolutely perfect.

I say, I shall have her!

Not in my life, you shall not.

Mr. Collier?

I am the one who loves her!

For you.

Neither do you.

I can provide her
with life's enrichments,

rather than the riches of life.

I think an old song says it best.

Do you have any notion how many years
I have been with Miss McKenna?

Since March of 1903.

March, 1903.

That's correct.

She was 16 at the time.

There she was on that dingy stage

in that pathetic play.

Total radiance.

It only took seconds
for me to realise

exactly what she had to be.

Mrs. Robinson?

Do you actually believe

that I have nurtured her,

cared for her, moulded, taught,
developed her for all these years

merely to groom a wife?

What, then?

A star.

Only someone with the limited
awareness of your age

could possibly conceive that my
entire passion for this woman

is no more than physical!

Are you incapable
of understanding that

she has it within herself
to be one of the greatest,

if not the greatest
actress of her generation?

I owe you an apology.

What?

I understand you now.

You have nothing but the best
motives in mind for her.

- And you...
- But so do I.

Of course, she'll continue to
act, she will continue to grow

and she will become everything
you want her to be.

- With you at her side?
- Yes.

With me at her side.

Never.

My God.

You really think you
own her, don't you?

Collier, I know who you are.

Ever since you came here,
I've known from the start.

You came to destroy her.

God, you're out of your mind.

- No more.
- No more?

- One curtain call?
- The audience will be furious.

- Marie, did you find him?
- No, Miss McKenna.

- Did you try his room?
- He wasn't there.

What did they say at the desk?

They have not seen him.

He left no message?

No, I'm sorry.

This makes no sense at all.

What could have happened to him?

Marie!

Marie, help me change.
Quickly.

Wait, Marie.

Thank you, Marie.

Your performance in Act 1,

I must say,
was somewhat eccentric.

Where is he?
What have you done to him?

I've done nothing, McKenna.

Mr. Collier has left.
That's all.

- What do you mean?
- Gone.

From the hotel

and your life.

I don't believe you.

I must admit,

he was somewhat more charming than

others that we've
encountered in the past,

you and I.

A trifle more sincere,
perhaps. Still...

Then he was not
the one you spoke of?

No.

Then you were wrong
about him, weren't you?

You were wrong.

I love him...

and he's going to
make me very happy.

Do you understand?

I love him.

What difference can that
make now? He's gone.

I'll find him, William.

Don't you dare try to stop me.

Now, if you will excuse
me while I change.

Of course.

May I remind you...

that we leave within the hour?

Thank you.

Elise!

Elise?

Elise?

Sir?

Are you all right?

- The company, are they gone?
- Company?

The ones who did the play last night.
Where are they? Are they gone?

They left as soon as
they were packed, sir.

Come along, Arthur.
We'll be late.

Richard!

- You all right?
- Yes.

- I thought I lost you.
- Never.

Never, never, never!

Mm-mm-mm!

You will marry me, won't you?

- Sorry.
- You won't?

Sure.

I was just laughing at the
way you asked, that's all.

- For one moment there...
- What?

I thought you had a wife and
children back home somewhere.

Elise.

I want to be everything to you.

You are.

You are.

Tell me more about
yourself, my love.

- Well, I was born in...
- What sort of plays do you write?

- Are there parts in it for me?
- I could...

I would love to act
in one of your plays,

assuming that I ever want
to act again after tonight.

You will.

Richard.

- Good plays.
- What?

I write good plays.

I never let you answer, did I?

- No.
- Sorry.

- What time do you think it is?
- I don't know.

I don't care. I love you.

Don't look. Fine.

- It's 5:00.
- Really?

I don't feel sleepy
somehow, do you?

No.

- The first thing I intend to do for you...
- You've already done.

- Well, the second thing, then.
- What?

Buy you a new suit.

I don't understand.
Nobody seems to like my suit.

- Well, can you blame them?
- Wait a minute. I think
my suit's terrific.

What's wrong with this?
So what if it's 10 years old?

At least 15.

- 15?
- Mm-hm.

Well, I think it's fabulous.
Let me show you.

It's a really great suit.
It's in first-class condition.

The sleeves fit.
That's pretty good for me.

My arms are about 9 feet long.

And it's got pockets everywhere.
I can pull rabbits outta here.

Yeah, this is the best part. This is
a special coin compartment for emerg...

Richard?

Richard?

Richard!

Richard! Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

How's traffic?

And the road conditions
are pretty good today.

You really shouldn't
run into any problems,

except on the inbound
Kennedy at Jackson,

there's a 3-car
accident with injuries

right at the centre
of the roadway.

Traffic is backed up
from Ohio to Jackson...

No. No. No!

No!

No!

June 29,1912.

It's June 29, 1912. Oh, God.

Oh, please.

June 29. I'm back.
I'm back. Oh, God.

June 29,1912.

No!

Mr. Collier?

Are you sure he's in there?

Well, the maid says
he's been in there for days.

Are you all right, sir?

Use the passkey.

Mr. Collier?

Oh, my God!

- Let's get him on the bed.
- All right, easy.

- Careful, careful!
- I got him.

- Better take his legs.
- All right.

All right, over here.

Okay.

Easy.

Operator? Get Dr. Paul
up to Suite 313 right away.

Looks like he hasn't
eaten in a week.

- You better send for an ambulance.
- I'll call one right now.

What a shame.
If I'd only known.

Operator?
Get an ambulance.

He is gonna make it,
isn't he?

I don't know.

They're on their way.
How is he?

We're gonna need some oxygen.

We've got some downstairs.
I'll get it right now.

Keep him warm with this blanket.

Such a fine man.

What a shame.

I wonder what happened.

Gotta keep him going
until they get here.

Gladys, this is Arthur again,
in Mr. Collier's suite.

We've got to get that ambulance...