(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance.
[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose. 7.2 210 Drama
(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be. (Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara
[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.] (Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud