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3: INT. COAL HILL SCHOOL -- LABORATORY

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Inside, a handsome 28-year old man sits at one of the tables, going
through some notes. He looks up as the woman walks in.
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MAN: Ah, not gone yet?
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WOMAN: (smiles) Obviously not.
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MAN: Oh, ask a silly question...
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WOMAN: Sorry.
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MAN: That's all right. I'll forgive you this time.
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The woman walks in and stands at one of the tables. The man gets
up and begins to collect various objects from around the room.
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WOMAN: Ohh, I've had a terrible day. I don't know what to make of it.
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MAN: Oh? What's the trouble? Can I help?
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WOMAN: Oh, it's one of the girls. Susan Foreman. (She walks
around the table to the man.)
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MAN: (looks up with a grin) Susan Foreman? She your problem too?
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WOMAN: Yes.
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MAN: And you don't know what to make of her?
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WOMAN: Nope.
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MAN: How old is she, Barbara?
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BARBARA: 15.
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MAN: 15.....she lets her knowledge out a bit at a time, so as not to
embarrass me, that's what I feel about her. (shakes his head in
amazement) Knows more science than I'll ever know. She's a genius!
(on her smile) Is that what she's doing with history?
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BARBARA: (shares the amazed grin) Something like that.
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MAN: And that's your problem, eh? Whether to hand over the class
over to her....
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BARBARA: (laughing) No, not quite.
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MAN: (Having finished collecting the objects, he leans against one
of the tables) No? What?
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BARBARA: Ian, I must talk to someone about this, but I don't
want get the girl into trouble. And I know you're going to tell me
I'm imagining things.
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IAN: No...
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BARBARA: Well, I told you how good she is at history. I had a talk with her, and I told her she ought to specialize. She seemed quite interested utill I said I'd be willing to work with her at her home. And, she said "that would be absolutely impossible, as her grandfather didn't like strangers".
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IAN: (gets up, walks around) He's a doctor, isn't he? That's a bit of a lame excuse.
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BARBARA: Well, I didn't take too much notice. But then, recently her homework's been so bad!
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IAN: (washes his hands) Yes, I'll say.
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BARBARA: Finally, I got so irritated at all her excuses that I decided to see this grandfather of hers and tell him to take some interest in her.. . . . . . . . .
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IAN: Oh, did you indeed? And what's the old boy like?
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BARBARA: Well, that's just it. I got her address from the secretary -- 76 Totters Lane -- and I went along there one evening. (Ian finishes washing his hands) Oh Ian, do pay attention!
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He walks across the room to dry his hands.
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IAN: Sorry. You, ah, went along there...
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BARBARA: There isn't anything there! It's just an old junkyard! ......
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IAN: Well, you went to the wrong place.
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BARBARA: Well, that was the address the secretary gave me.
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IAN: The secretary got it wrong then --
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BARBARA: No. I checked. There's a big wall on one side, houses on the other, and nothing in the middle except this junkyard! And tthat is No. 76 Totters Lane!
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IAN: Humm...That's a bit of mystery. Well, there must be a simple answer.
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BARBARA: What?
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IAN: (grins) Well, we'll have to find out for ourselves, won't we?
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BARBARA: (grins) Thanks for the "we." She's waiting in one of the classrooms. I'm lending her a book on the French Revolution.
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IAN: What's she going to do -- rewrite it?
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Barbara rolls her eyes, and the two teachers get up to leave.
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IAN: Oh, all right! (grabs his coat) What do we do? Ask her point blank?
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BARBARA: No. I thought we could drive there, wait 'till she shows up and see where she goes.
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IAN: (puts his coat on) All right.
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BARBARA: That is, if you're not doing anything.
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IAN: No, I'm not. (opens the door) After you....
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Inside, a handsome 28-year old man works before a group of beakers
and tubes, jotting down some notes. He looks up as the woman
walks up to the (equation-filled) blackboard.
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MAN: Not gone yet?
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WOMAN: (smiles) Obviously not.
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MAN: Ask a silly question...
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WOMAN: I'm sorry.
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MAN: It's all right. I'll forgive you this time.
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The woman walks up to his side and sits.
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WOMAN: Ohh, I've had a terrible day. I don't know what to make of it.
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MAN: Oh? What's the trouble? Something I can do to help?
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WOMAN: Oh, it's one of the girls. Susan Foreman.
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MAN: (looks up with a grin) Susan Foreman? Oh ho. She your
problem too?
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WOMAN: Yes.
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MAN: And you don't know what to make of her?
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WOMAN: Yes.
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MAN: How old is she, Barbara?
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BARBARA: 15.
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MAN: 15.....she lets out her knowledge a bit at a time, so as not to
embarrass me, that's what I think of her. (shakes his head in
amazement) She knows more science than I'll ever know. She's a
genius! (on her smile) Is that what she's doing with history?
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BARBARA: (shares the amazed grin) Yes.
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MAN: Your problem is whether to stay in business or simply hand
the class over to her.
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BARBARA: No, not quite.
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MAN: Heh heh...what then?
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BARBARA: Ian, I want to talk to someone about this, but I don't
want the girl to get into trouble. And I know you're going to tell me
I'm imagining things.
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IAN: No, I'm not.
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BARBARA: Well, I told you how good she is at history. I had a talk with her, and I told her she ought to specialize. Well, she seemed quite interested 'till I said I'd be willing to work with her at her home. She said "absolutely impossible," as her grandfather didn't like strangers. ...... ...... ...... ......
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IAN: (gets up, walks around) He's a doctor, isn't he? Bit of a lame excuse. ...... ......
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BARBARA: Well, I didn't pursue the point. But recently, her homework's been so bad! ...... ...... ...... ......
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IAN: (washes his hands) Yes, I know.
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BARBARA: Finally, I got so irritated at all her excuses that I decided to have a talk with this grandfather of hers and tell him to take some interest in her.
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IAN: Well, did you indeed? And what's the old boy like?
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BARBARA: Well, that's just it. I got her address from the secretary -- 76 Totters Lane -- and I went along there one evening. (Ian finishes washing his hands) Oh Ian, do pay attention!
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He walks across the room to dry his hands.
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IAN: Sorry. You went along there one evening....
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BARBARA: ...but there isn't anything there! It's just an old junkyard!
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IAN: Well, you must've gone to the wrong place.
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BARBARA: That's the address the secretary gave me.
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IAN: The secretary got it wrong then --
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BARBARA: No. I checked. There was a big wall on one end, houses on the other, and nothing in the middle! And this 'nothing in the middle' is No. 76 Totters Lane!
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IAN: That's a bit of mystery. Well, there must be a simple answer somewhere.
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BARBARA: Well, what?
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IAN: (grins) Well, we'll have to find out, won't we?
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BARBARA: (grins) Thanks for the "we." She's waiting in one of the classrooms. I'm lending her a book on the French Revolution.
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IAN: What's she going to do -- rewrite it?
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Barbara rolls her eyes, and the two teachers get up to leave.
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IAN: Oh, all right! (grabs his coat) What do we do? Ask her point blank?
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BARBARA: No. I thought we could drive there, wait 'till she shows up and see where she goes.
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IAN: (puts his coat on) Well....all right.
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BARBARA: That is, if you're not doing anything.
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IAN: No, I'm not. (opens the door) After you....
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